#i wrote this while i was watching the episode yesterday

[meringuejellyfish]

editing in videos is such a huge thing for me like super hyper editing can work for some people and is really funny at times but a lot of the time i prefer more calm editing that will not give me a headache. its quite simple. really. super minimal editing can make me lose interest sometimes and super hyper fast editing can make me lose interest sometimes. quite simple. anyway my actual point is i do appreciate good editing styles and choices a lot and it is a little funny that some people have to make up the fact that they arent very interesting and their videos dont have much substance by talking super fast and popping up 1 million sound effects and images on screen. relax a little. unless youre actually good at it then i'll laugh and be entertained by your tricks.

[thebroccolination]

THE EXPERTLY LAYERED WRITING IN THAMEPO'S FIRST EPISODE

My dudes.

The last time I was this jazzed about a series from the very first episode, I was watching Be My Favorite, which went on to become my favorite Thai series. Some of that was because of Krist's talent and charisma as Kawi, some of it was the chemistry between Krist and Gawin, some was the music, some was the production value overall, but most of it was the writing.

SO LET'S TALK ABOUT THE WRITING IN THAMEPO.

While I was watching the premiere of ThamePo yesterday, I messaged @hallowpen to rave about the script. "It has stakes!" I wrote. "A time limit! Character arcs!" Then they asked me who the director was, and when I told them it's Mui (Aticha Tanthanawigrai), they essentially said, "That makes sense."

Because Mui isn't only a director—she's primarily a scriptwriter.

And she definitely seems to know what she's doing.

The first episode has to do so much right to hook an audience and create a solid foundation for subsequent episodes.

It has to introduce the protagonist in their normal circumstances, then quickly endear them to the audience, establish what they want, show the obstacle(s) in their way, and give people a reason to keep watching. Do this while avoiding the traps of info-dumping or weighing down the narrative with too many characters at once. You have to build just enough of a structure to pique curiosity, but not so much that people can guess where the story is going.

ThamePo did all of that, and beautifully.

In the first scene, Po is interviewing for a creative job so he can return to his passion after spending three years helping Earn, his ex-boyfriend, achieve his goals. This interview shows us that Po is earnest and honest to a fault, which is helpful for endearing him to the audience, but a well-written scene is usually doing more than one thing. At the end of his short interview, the interviewers tell Po that his reason for taking a break was off-putting, and they advise him not to be quite so truthful in the future.

I'm curious if Po learning how to use his natural earnestness effectively will be part of his character arc. Because later in the episode, Po decides to embrace a mild level of dishonesty to get the job with ONER. He reluctantly agrees to give them a resume that his friend edited to sound more flattering, and in his interview, he…embellishes the truth.

This is the first time we see a flashback to the one time Po went to a MARS event to take photos for his friend, and it's fairly unremarkable on the surface. Just a quick shot of him in the crowd—one of many—and then a shot of him editing the footage at home.

No sign that this is setting up some fantastic layering in the script.

Now, before I go on, I just want to say that, y'know, stakes and character arcs and obstacles and time limits are all extremely basic facets of a story. The reason I'm excited that ThamePo has them is because a lot of the queer Thai series I've seen throughout the past five years…haven't had them. Especially in the onslaught of hundreds of BL and GL series produced in the past two years, the vast majority of them just seem to have been slapped together. A rough first draft kicked onto a smoking conveyer belt bleeding text and plot points.

But Be My Favorite is as good as it is in part because Waa campaigned for more time to work on the script. And ThamePo was apparently in the works for five years before Mui found the cast she wanted.

Good stories take time to create, so I'm glad that there are a small number of series actually getting that time.

Okay, so!

Let's talk layering.

Thame's first words to Po are, "Are you a sasaeng?"

For the uninitiated, sasaeng fans are an ever-growing concern in celebrity spaces, and given how much leeway GMMTV has given to sasaeng behavior in the past, I'm surprised and glad to see them allowing them to be a negative plot point.*

*Truthfully, I don't think you can tell an authentic story about modern-day celebrities without at least mentioning the horrific effects that sasaeng culture have on them.

Later, we find out that Thame saw Po at the fan meeting, and Thame gives Po the options of quitting on his own or being fired after Thame exposes the footage he's found.

So now we've seen this fan meeting twice: once from Po's perspective as a job he did for a friend, and now from Thame's perspective noticing some guy in the crowd.

We're incrementally getting more information as it becomes relevant.

And then, finally, after Po convinces Thame that he isn't a sasaeng or even a fan, Thame reveals the part that matters most to the story going forward:

The reason he remembered Po is because, in a crowd of people screaming to get his attention for their own sake, Po was the only one trying to help someone else. And I think that's another hint at Po's character arc: Earn took advantage of his earnestness and his selflessness and hurt him deeply, but he shouldn't have to give up that gentle side of himself to be happy.

This third layer shows us the most important detail of this moment and why the episode keeps coming back to it: this brief memory meant something to Thame.

I think the reason Thame was so aggressive to Po in the office when they met for the first time wasn't just that Thame suspected Po was a sasaeng.

Look at Thame's face in that last screencap: it touched his heart to see someone he assumed was a fan helping a younger, smaller fan. In a cut-throat industry where fame is mercurial, the public is vicious, the media poisonous, and fans fickle, little moments of genuine humanity and kindness must be priceless to the celebrities at the center of it all.

So, from Thame's perspective, recognizing that same "fan" at his workplace? Thinking that fan was intentionally filming a vulnerable moment between him and the CEO? It probably spoiled that precious memory. Maybe even introduced the possibility that Po just used an innocent child that day to manipulate Thame's emotions.

How little does Thame have in his life? We don't know yet, but maybe little moments like that are all that's propping him up anymore.

And we can garner all of this from the gradual layering of one scene.

That one fleeting moment from their shared past shapes everything for Thame and Po going forward. For Po, he was doing a favor for a friend and added an offhand gesture to a child. But for Thame, it was a ray of sincerity in a dangerously murky world he seems to feel strangled by.

One of my favorite directing and character choices in this episode is that Thame is soft-spoken in both anger and vulnerability. He's so tightly controlled at all times because of his public-facing job, and he's in such a low place emotionally, but he hasn't lost his kindness, either. Once he knows Po isn't a threat to him or his fellow members, Thame compliments the work Po's done, and he asks Po to continue his documentary work.

Thame isn't Earn. Po projects that onto him and quickly learns he's wrong.

(I really hope earnestness ends up being one of the main motifs in this series, because it suits both characters so well, and the world they're both in now makes living earnestly extremely challenging.)

All in all, the first episode exceeded my high expectations. I loved the teaser, I loved the trailer, and I'm delighted with the first episode. I hope the rest of the series lives up to this level of quality, but I'm not worried.

Judging by the writing, I think this series is in good hands. <3

[azullumi]

premise — you know those beach arc in a 12-episode shoujo anime? make it with the ip3o !!

characters — aventurine, topaz, and ratio

tags — established relationship, fluff, not proofread, 0.6k words ; headcanons

note — just something quick which i wrote in the beach yesterday before my phone wanted to become a fish and dived into the ocean !! probably not that accurate to their character but hey i just wanted to have fun

AVENTURINE who will write your name in the sand, only to have it being washed away by the ocean’s wave the moment he shows it to you. The dejected look on his face as he watches his effort being flattened and smoothened into sand will just make you want to kiss him (he’s just so kissable no matter what he does).

AVENTURINE who will stay up all night listening to the waves and watching stars with you. He’ll set up a small tent for the both of you to stay in as you wait for the sun to set and the sky to cast its dark blanket to reveal the stars that are waiting to be seen. It’s such a pretty sight, something that you will forever engrave in your mind, but he’s there spending most of his time looking at you before the stars; he ended up missing the shooting star that passed by.

AVENTURINE who will collect pretty seashells with you. He’ll look out for them while he’s on his own and will choose the ones he thinks you’ll love—seemingly seeking your approval, he’ll show the shell to you with expectation drawn in each breath. He adores the look on your face when you get so excited over something small and simple.

TOPAZ who will build play in the sand and build sandcastles with you, along with Numby who’ll watch by the sidelines like a curious cat to their busy owner. You two, in collaboration, would either end up with the tallest and most majestic sandcastle ever made or the most horrendous piece ever seen by mankind—there’s no in between. Bonus points if it also gets washed away by the wave.

TOPAZ who will drag you anywhere and everything. She will take you to several and various locations whether it be a hidden spot with a nice view which she found while she was out walking (she’ll steal a kiss from you once knowing that there’s nobody around) or to areas that are bustling with activities that the both of you can participate in.

TOPAZ who’s probably the most active person you’ll see at the beach. One minute she’s playing volleyball, the next she’s out making kites fly, then the next you’ll see her, she’s setting up the bonfire for later night or either talking with the locals. Best believe that she’ll spend her evening just by your side, leaning against your form in silence as she tries to recover her energy—which would probably just lead to her falling asleep beside you.

DR. RATIO who will most likely spend his time sunbathing or staying away from the water—he wouldn’t want his book to get wet, would he? Although he brings his book during his baths, the ocean is quite unpredictable compared to the still waters of his bathtub. Sometimes, the tide would come in slow and gentle like a mother’s lullaby but it would be followed by a body-slapping wave that would drag you away from the shore.

DR. RATIO who will wake you up early just for the sunrise because he learned that the view would be a lovely sight—also, because he thinks you might like it. He’ll gently guide you through the sand as you force your eyes open, drowsiness still in your gaze and the way you slowly walk to not stumble in your steps; he’ll hold your hand the whole time and you’ll watch the sunrise with him in silence of the cold morning.

DR. RATIO who will look after you and watch you always. He wouldn’t let the opportunity to say something (scold you or tell you off) pass by, however. Most likely would pull something like, “You’re cold, aren’t you? If so, that’s your own problem.” then would proceed to place a jacket or towel over your shoulder.

© azullumi — do not plagiarize, copy, repost, nor translate any of my works.

[jasmines-library]

Hey. Could you please do a Winchester!sister reader fic like the mystery spot episode where Dean dies over and over but can you have the reader be the one who dies over and over again while the boys watch

Groundhog Day

Note: Once again apologising for my lateness but here we are! I actually also wrote this yesterday but I thought it was only fitting to release this on a Tuesday.

warnings: death *and lots of it, It's mystery spot*, grief kinda, time loops, swearing.

Word count: 3.5k

⛤ SPN MASTERLIST ⛤

‘Heat of the moment-’

Sam sat up abruptly, awoken by the sudden racket that filled the room. After sitting up groggily and allowing his eyes to adjust to the light he glanced at the clock, hardly noting the time before he turned to his brother who was surprisingly already up and raring to go, having made his bed which he was now perching on as he laced together his boots. He felt the blankets shift around him as you tried to bury yourself into the mattress, bringing the covers over your head to try and block out some of the noise and fall back to sleep.

“Rise and shine, Sammy.”

“Dude.” Sam blinked, swiping his hair from his eyes. “Asia?”

“Come on. You love this song and you know it.”

Sam rolled his eyes and nodded. “Yeah, and if i hear it again, I’m going to kill myself.”

“Be quiet.” You murmured from behind the sheets, squeezing your eyes shut and rolling over. You knew it wasn’t going to happen but you were trying to cling onto the idea of getting more than 4 hours of sleep for once. 

Dean took a break from trying his shoes to reach over and turn the dial on the radio. The song blasted louder from the speakers. He raised his voice with a grin “What? I’m sorry, I can’t hear you.”

Sam let out a light chuckle, still bleary with sleep as you sighed and sat up. Dean was still grinning at you before he began to mouth along to the words of the song. You shook your head at him before hauling yourself up and making your way to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

~

Dean had decided that he was going to be annoying today. You weren’t sure if it was because he didn’t want to go on the hunt and he was trying to delay it or something or if it was simply because he was being Dean. You decided on the latter because his keenness to be up and ready this morning was unusual. It started with the gurgling when he was brushing his teeth. Then, just as the three of you were about to leave, despite being up before either of you he had forgotten his pistol leaving you and your other brother standing impatiently by the door while he rooted around the motel room for it. He was irritating in the car too and you were itching to jump out of the Impala, praying for the day to end. 

The diner was hardly busy when Dean pulled into the driveway. There were only a few cars belonging to passers by occupying the spaces. After securing your pistol in the pocket of your jacket the three of you headed inside. You decided to stick close to Sam; you had an odd feeling about this hunt and weren’t entirely sure what it was but something just wasn’t sitting right with you. Your brothers entered one of the booths and you slid down beside Dean who let out a content sigh as he scanned the menu. 

“Hey, tuesday. Pig in a poke.” he read, gesturing to the sign.

“Do you even know what that is?” Sam raised an eyebrow. 

The eldest brother opened his mouth to answer only to fall short of his words. Sam gave him a smug look and then pair fell into some sort of childish bickering that you weren’t really paying attention to. You were too busy scanning every inch of the room still unable to shake that uneasy feeling from your mind. Something just wasn’t right. Everything seems so…perfect. It made your skin crawl and you bit your lip.

“Hey.” Sam nudged you under the table with his knee, he had noted the way that you had gone silent and that you were fiddling with your hands restlessly. He knew almost straight away that something was up. You twisted to face him. “You okay?”

“Yeah. yeah.” You muttered. “Sorry.”

You nearly let out a sigh of relief when the waitress came over and distracted your brother's attention away from you. You hated the way that they stared when they were concerned about you. The three of you rattled off your orders before Dean leaned back in the chair, stretching his arm back behind you to lounge about as you all discussed the plan, only interrupted once by the waitress bringing your food and accidentally spilling a bottle of hot sauce which tumbled to the floor and smashed into tiny pieces.

The rest of the day passed by quickly after that.

~

You did not like the look of the so-called ‘mystery spot’. It was all overly commercialised, filled to the brim with strange and amusing objects that stuck out at odd angles or were glued to the ceiling. The darkness of the room mixed with the obscurity of the place made it come across as quite disorientating. You supposed that was the point. Your strange feeling from this morning was still lingering. You and Dean moved around with flashlights as Sam waved around the EMF. But it was silent. 

“Find anything?” You asked.

Sam shook his head.

“Do you have any idea what you’re looking for?” Dean said rather loudly. He was still set on the idea that this hunt was a complete waste of time and had decided to make it everyone else's problem. 

“Uh… yeah.” Sam shrugged until you gave him a look and he dropped his shoulders. “No.”

It wasn’t long after you set off to explore again that Dean’s gun was being cocked. Somehow someone had managed to catch you off guard, causing the three of you to whip around alarmed when his shaky voice boomed through the room. 

“What the hell are you doing here?!” He demanded. The man was small and scrawny and would normally be no match against Winchesters, but he was wielding a gun that he didn’t seem to know how to use and his unstable finger was hovering dangerously close to the trigger. 

“Woah. We can explain.” Dean started, raising his gun in surrender and gesturing for the two of you to follow suit. 

The man moved his weapon uncertainly. “You robbing me?”

“No.” You told him. “Nobody’s robbing you, calm down.”

Dean began to lower his gun, but this only wound the man up more.

“Don’t move!” He demanded. “Don’t!”

“I’m just putting the gun down.” Dean tried to reassure him, but the man was having none of it. 

He raised his gun, but before he fired he spotted you moving out of the corner of his eye. 

Sam, as worrying of a brother as ever, gestured with a tilt of his head for you to move toward him. He knew that you were perfectly capable of protecting yourself, but it made him feel ten times better to know that you were hidden behind his lumbering frame, especially given the recent circumstances that had resulted in so much loss between the three of you. Your movement however, combined with Dean’s haste to put down his gun startled the man and with a fast flick of his arm he had pulled the trigger. 

No one had any time to think before your pained scream filled the room. It was quick and short as the bullet lodged itself within your chest and you collapsed to the ground, writhing with an agony so intense that it made white spots dance in your vision like little stars. 

“Y/N!” Sam cried out, moving quickly to bridge the short distance to your side where you lay in pain on the cold ground. Sam slid an arm around your back as your other brother dropped to his knees next to you, hovering his hand over your chest where blood had already begun to pool through and seep into your shirt. He was frozen with terror unsure what to do at the sight of your pained expression or the way that your hands clutched feebly at the hem of Sammy’s jacket. 

“Call 911.” Sam demanded, turning to face the man who stood there white as a sheet. 

“I-I didn’t mean-” 

“Now!” Dean yelled.

You whimpered at the yelling. It cuts through your already pounding head adding to the concoction of your agony. You couldn’t see straight, couldn’t hear properly, couldn’t feel anything besides the burning fire in your chest that spread through your lungs like a disease. Your head lolled back against Sam’s arm as you began to taste metallic copper in your mouth, slowly drowning on your own blood that had filled your lungs. 

“No. No” Sam said as you writhed in his arms, glancing up bleary eyed at him. Dean pressed down firmly on the wound, and it hurt more than anything but you couldn’t bring yourself to even whine at the contact.

“Come on sweetheart.” Dean pleaded. “Not like this.”

You could see his lips moving but it sounded like he was underwater as your body began to grow numb and your vision slowly faded. You tried to blink away the spots that consumed your vision, but it was no use and your eyes ended up fluttering shut just as your ragged breaths slowed before stopping altogether until you lay morbid limp in your big brother's arms.

~

‘Heat of the moment-’

Sam sat up abruptly, awoken by the sudden racket that filled the room. After sitting up groggily and allowing his eyes to adjust to the light he glanced at the clock, hardly noting the time before he turned to his brother. He had been here before. He realised suddenly, but this time his older brother was not lacing his boots. Instead he was stood at the foot of the bed, staring at the space beside Sam. He felt the blankets shift around him as you tried to bury yourself into the mattress, bringing the covers over your head to try and block out some of the noise and fall back to sleep. Sam stared at you, startled. He could have sworn that just a moment ago you were-

“Rise and shine, Sammy.” Dean said, with much less enthusiasm as he had before. His little brother furrowed his brows.

“Dean…?”

“I know. Is it just me or are you getting a serious sense of deja-vu?”

He nodded in agreement. 

“Be quiet.” You murmured from behind the sheets, squeezing your eyes shut and rolling over. You knew it wasn’t going to happen but you were trying to cling onto the idea of getting more than 4 hours of sleep for once. 

The Winchesters shared a look. Man, something strange was happening and whatever it was, you clearly weren’t feeling the same thing they were. 

~

The diner was exactly the same as it had been the last time the two brothers were here. You were still looking around with the same uncertainty as you were before and you even ordered the same thing as you did before and so did Dean. Tuesday’s special. Pig in a poke.

“It’s tuesday?” He said uncertainly to himself.

You stared at him blankly as if it was the most obvious thing in the world “Yeah.”

Sam eyed you strangely and you raised a brow.

“You okay?” 

“Peachy.” He replied, leaning across the table. “Are you?”

Narrowing your eyes at the pair of boys you asked. “Okay. What’s going on with you two?”

“What?”

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay?”

“You don’t…you don’t remember any of this?” Sam asked you 

“Remember what?”

“This. Today. Like it’s happened before.” Dean.

“You mean like Deja Vu?” You frowned.

“No like it’s really happened before.” Sam stressed. “If it feels like we’re living yesterday all over again.”

“Deja Vu.”

“No. Forget about that. Its-

The conversation was once again cut off by the waitress who was delivering the food. And once again she sent the hot sauce toppling. But this time, Sam caught it before it could hit the ground. 

You gave him a charismatic grin. “Nice reflexes.”

The rest of the day did not pass by quickly after that.

Your brothers were trying to explain the situation to you, while theorising themselves. It was safe to say that at first you were completely lost, but were halfway to believing them when it happened.  

The car came from nowhere, speeding around the corner. It collided harshly with your unsuspecting body sending you skidding across the asphalt. By the time your brothers had reached you, a trail of blood trickled down your face from the wounds that were opened as your skin ran across the floor. Dean nearly choked on the sight of your pained and bloodied face as he reached you but you were dead before he had even lifted you into his arms. 

And then, there it was again. That wretched song, screaming from the radio. 

‘Heat of the moment-’

Sam sat up abruptly, awoken by the sudden racket that filled the room and muttered one single phrase.

“Son of a bitch.”

The rest of the day did not pass by quickly after that. In fact, it never seemed to end. 

~

Sam was getting angry now. No. That's not really the right word to describe it. He was frustrated. Tired. Scared. Dean was angry. And growing impatient. But both of them could not bear to live another tuesday. They couldn’t bear to see you fine one second and then dying the next. They had lived through at least a hundred tuesdays, had scanned every inch of the diner, the town, the mystery spot, they had followed the people from the diner and had even tried to keep you in the motel room but no matter how hard they tried they were forced to watch you die again.

The worst part was that you were clueless.  Sam and Dean had to re-explain the ordeal to you everytime they woke up to that stupid song again, leaving you back at square one. They had lived through the day so many times that it had gotten to the point where they could both predict your sentences word for word and while it freaked you out, their patience was wearing thin. 

Until finally, something changed. Dean had asked the woman he kept bumping into to see her flyer. They finally had a lead. So, the next time Tuesday morning rolled around, they felt hopeful as they filed off the information to you. 

“When’d you get time to do all that research?” you asked through a mouthful of food.

Dean did not have the energy to answer, so he just stood, rolling his eyes. “Let’s go. We’re wasting time here.”

That was when Sam spotted it. The sticky, pink syrup sat in the dispenser next to the half eaten pancake. He frowned, stopping suddenly. When you noticed his absence you turned and asked him what was wrong.

Sam watched the man leave through the slats in the blinds. “That guy has maple syrup for the last 100 tuesdays, now all of a sudden he’s having strawberry?

“It’s a free country, Sammy. A man can’t choose his own syrup now? What have we become?”

“Not in this diner.” Sam shook his head. “Not today.”

“Nothing in this place ever changes. Ever. “ Dean told you. “Except us.”

~

The two brothers nearly lost their shit when they woke up again, but by the time they had suffered through the morning routine and had reached the diner they had come up with a plan. 

There were no conversations during breakfast. The pair left you to ponder over your own thoughts after mentioning the idea of a time loop. Any of your questions went unanswered as they stared down the man, jumping into action when he rose, pushing the stool out with an ear splitting squeal and making his way to the parking lot. 

Dean gripped the man firmly, forcing him against the fence by the scruff of his neck and silencing his protests. “We know who you are. Or should I say what?”

You watched very confused from the side.

“Oh my god-” the man begged, wide eyed. “Please don’t kill me!”

“Uh, Boys-”

“It took us a hell of a long time, but we got it.” Sam seethed. 

“What?!”

“It’s your M.O that gave you away.” He continued. “Going after pompous jerks, giving them their just deserts. Your kind loves that, don’t they?”

“Yeah. Sure. Okay! Just put the stake down!” He pleaded, side eyeing the weapon that Sam pressed to his neck. Sam refused to move.

“Sammy, maybe you should-”

“No!” He yelled at you. The tone of his voice was so unexpected for Sam that you recoiled. “There’s only one creature powerful enough to do what you’re doing. Making reality out of nothing, sticking people in time loops- In fact, you’d pretty much have to be a god.”

“You’d have to be a trickster.” Dean spat.

“Misters…” The man pleaded shakily with tears in his eyes “My name is Ed Coleman. My wife’s name is Amelia- I’ve got two kids! For crying out loud I sell ad space!”

“Don’t lie to me! I know what you are!” Sam shouted into his face. 

“We’ve killed one of your kind before.”

There was a heavy paused before the grey hair and wrinkles on the man before you morphed into the all familiar face of the trickster you and your brothers had run into not too long ago. 

He smirked and your brothers’ faces dropped. “Actually, you didn’t.”

“Why are you doing this? Why her!?” Sam pressed, digging the stake into his neck. 

“You’re kidding?” The trickster replied “You all tried to kill me last time. Why wouldn’t I do this? Why not make you three suffer.”

“So this is funny to you? Killing her over and over again?” Dean gritted his teeth.

“One- yes, it is fun. And two -this is so not about killing Y/N. This joke is on you two. I mean… come on. How great has it been to watch you to see her being torn apart again and again. Watching your sister die everyday. Forever.”

“You son of a bitch.”

The trickster smiled. “How long will it take you to realise you can’t save your sister, no matter what.”

“Oh yeah? We kill you, this ends now.” Sam growled.

“Woah. Okay, look. I was just playing around. You can’t take a joke, fine. You’re out of it. Tomorrow you’ll wake up and it’ll be wednesday. I swear.”

“You're lying. “

He shrugged. “If I am, you know where to find me.”

~

“But you better promise me, I’ll be back in time-”

Sam sat up abruptly, awoken by the sudden racket that filled the room. After sitting up groggily and allowing his eyes to adjust to the light he glanced at the clock, hardly noting the time before he… made a double take. The small three letter panel now read ‘WED’

Sam couldn’t contain the gasp that fell from his lips. “It’s wednesday!”

“Yeah…?” You said from across the room where you were rummaging though your bag. “Which usually comes after Tuesday. Turn that crap off, would you?” you asked him.

“No. Leave it on.” Dean interjected. He agreed with Sam. If he heard Asia one more time he was going to kill himself. “Isn’t that the most beautiful song you’ve ever heard?”

“...No. Jesus, how many Tuesdays did you guys have?”

“You don’t wanna know.” Dean sighed. “Wait..what do you remember.”

“I remember you two being pretty whacked out yesterday. And then i remember running into the trickster. S’bout it really.”

“Right. Whatever. Lets get out of here.” Sam said as he pulled on a shirt.

“What? No breakfast?” You asked, slightly upset that you were going to miss out on the diner food you had quite enjoyed yesterday. 

“No breakfast.”

~

Sam and Dean were still inside when they heard it. The unmistakable pop of a gun being fired. You were outside loading the last of your things into Baby and-

Sam's heart sank.

“Y/N!” He cried, dropping what he was doing and racing down the stairs towards you.

The offender fled the moment the gunshot had sounded and your two brothers could see him rounding the corner, but their concern was on you, sprawled out across the floor in a pool of your own blood.

They shook you, crying out your name but you didn’t move. Your heart had stopped beating. 

“No. This isn’t supposed to happen today.” Sam squeezed his eyes shut tight, only to nearly cry when he opened them again and you were still lying lifelessly in his brothers clutch. “We’re supposed to wake up.”

And then, he began to cry.

Part 2 may be coming…I’ll add it to my to do list

[ziocio]

Screw it. TAKE MY RAMBLING!!!!!!

The more I think about it, Lightbulb being Taco's second pick makes alot of sense

For starters, Lightbulb is easily trusting.

She's a lover, who appreciates alot of things. (In a stream or comment??.. it was said LB eats things to show she cares for said things. She eats things she loves. Sticks uh.. included??.. shes so silly)

Seeing how she reacted to Taco in episode 15, she wouldn't really have any malice towards her.

She's overall chill, no bad vibes as she lights up the game. Taco would've used this to sway her to team up, but also used more than that.

Knowing how Taco watches everything in the game, she probably picked up LB could get depressive internally but not show it on the outside. That could be something that picks at LB a bit that Taco uses to her own advantage.

Speaking of advantages, Lightbulb n Microphone have something in common.

They both have a special trait/ability unique to them.

Microphone has her voice/gain. Lightbulb has electric abilities.

Taco couldve got Lightbulb to progress through the show not through manipulation, but through jokes and strategies she used during season 1.

Wildness. Chaos.

But at the same time, a technique on using Lightbulb's power to sabotage when needed.

LB is like how Taco mentioned in II2EP15. Similiar to how her role acted.

Taco put up a front to be silly. Taco can make LB put up a front to be more serious.

Theyre reversals. Opposites, literally.

If Soap wasn't eliminated, she would've been the "angel" while Taco was the "devil" for Microphone.

In a Lightbulb scenario, I can see Lightbulb having Paintbrush being the "devil" and Taco being the "angel"

Cuz Painty can get really sour in attitude easily, not accepting her chaos. Taco does accept the chaos for her own gain.

But Lightbulb might realize her mistake in the end how much Paintbrush actually meant to her, and how LB misinterpreted Taco's "helpfulness"

I wrote this at 2 am at night yesterday/today, but I'm still thinking of this concept. It's so interesting.

[iovestuck]

feeling a bit shy ☆ 박종성

staring. boyfriend!park jongseong & girlfriend!female oc

wc. 1.3k | genre. fluff, established relationship, romance, soft, etc. | warnings. start of monthly, cramps, bf buying pads, lots of cute moments, kissing, make-out scene if you squint closely, etc.

iovestuck's notes. thank you for reading my one-shot! It's my second one-shot for this account. It took a while since I was not in the mood to write anything for the past month and such. It's something cute and sweet since it's also my monthly. I hope you enjoy it!

masterlist.

Ara was sitting in her living room while her boyfriend was making dinner. She was on her phone, minding her own business when suddenly she felt a gush of something. Quickly, she stood up from the couch and speed walked to the bathroom.

Closing the door behind before locking it, she quickly pulled down her pants as she sat down in the toilet and saw a puddle of red on her undergarment. She quickly went to her basket and took out a new undergarment. Then she searched for a pad but couldn't find any. Realizing she forgot to buy some yesterday after cleaning the apartment.

Ara groaned in frustration, “Why did I forget?” Sitting in the toilet for a while before she sighed. She dared to call her boyfriend. “Ara, are you okay?” He answered right away. She took a deep breath before answering, “Jay, could you do a favor?” He hummed in response. “Sorry, if this is embarrassing, but could you go to the store and buy some…pads?”

“Of course, love, thin or thick?” He asked. “The thick ones and buy two bags of them, please.” She heard him walking to the front door. “Alright, anything else?” He asked as he put on his shoes and grabbed his car keys. “No, that will be it.” They said their goodbyes before ending the call.

Ara flushed the toilet before pondering over the thoughts and the embarrassment. She couldn't move or do anything since she didn't have any more pads. She wrote in her reminder to buy thin pads as soon as she noticed they were running out, too. Then she heard a knock on the bathroom door. “Love, I have the pads!” Jongseong shouted from the outside.

“Thank you, Jay. The door is open,” she said as she quickly moved her pants up so she wouldn't be too exposed. He opened the door and handed her the plastic bag. She shyly took it. He smiled before closing the door behind him. Ara then changed into a new undergarment and a pad. Wash her hands before organizing the pads into the basket.

Then, she walked out of the bathroom. Taking a deep breath before walking into the kitchen. In the kitchen, she spotted Jongseong making something. She took a seat on the island stool and rested her head on the counter. Her boyfriend turned around, and a soft smile appeared across his face. He settled the cup next to her before ruffling her hair. “You okay?” She hummed in response. “Cramps are coming.”

“Drink the hot chocolate I made for you.” She hummed in response before sitting back up and taking the cup into her hands. She sipped the hot chocolate as she watched her boyfriend go to heat the heating pad. “I don't deserve you,” she muttered while sipping in the cup. He looked at her. “No, I don't deserve you.”

She shook her before putting down the cup and the rest of her head on her arms. Jongseong smiled as he ruffled her hair. “I am almost done with cooking. After we eat, then we can cuddle or do whatever you want.” Ara hummed in response. He went to finish cooking dinner.

Once they finished eating, Ara helped a bit before her cramps got worse. Now, she was curled up in the warm blanket on the couch. She was watching the second episode of Love Next Door. Jongseong walked to the couch after finishing cleaning up. “Do you want me to warm up the heat pad again?” He asked as he put down some snacks and hot chocolate on the coffee table.

“If you want,” she answered as she took the heat pad from her lower stomach and handed it to him. He went to warm up the heat pad again. Once he came back, he gave her the heat pad, and she quickly put it back in place without any thoughts. Jongseong took a cup of hot chocolate before sitting down next to her.

“Here.” He handed it to her. She was about to take the cup, but her cramps hurt so badly that she messaged the lower part of her stomach again. Jongseong stood up again and went to the kitchen. Then he came back with a straw. He blew in the hot chocolate so it wouldn't be hot when drinking from the straw. He sat back down, holding the straw and the cup as he put the straw near her lips.

Ara took some sips as a smile grew on her face. “It's delicious.” He put down the cup back on the coffee table before pulling her into his arms. “That's good, I made it extra sweet for you.” He gave a kiss on the lips. The kiss was passionate and gentle.

As he pulled away, he licked his lips. “Oh, it's very delicious.” Ara blushed and quickly hid herself inside the blanket. Jongseong laughed before pulling her even closer. “You're so cute.” She shook her head inside the blanket. “No, I'm not.”

“Come out of the blanket. You are going to suffocate yourself.” She shook her head again. “I'm good here.” He shook his head and pushed the blanket down to see her face. “Hey—before she could say anything. He kissed her again and put something in her mouth. She swallowed the thing in her mouth before asking, “What was that?”

“Something sweet,” he replied. She pouted, “I want to have a taste of it, but I swallowed it before I could.”

“Do you want more?” She quickly nodded. He leaned towards the coffee table and took a jolly rancher before opening it. He then leaned back. “Open your mouth.” She opened her mouth without any hesitation and he put it in her mouth. “How do you know I love Jolly Ranchers?”

“Your mom told me a while back. She said that you whined about wanting it, but it is always out of stock and such.” Ara nodded. “Oh, this is cherry flavored, want some?” He shook his head. “Well, that's too bad, but I wouldn't let you—” He kissed her again before pulling back moments later. “Oh, it is cherry.” She quickly turned away, blushing even more. “You are getting bold these days,” she muttered. He laughed before pulling her into his chest.

“I guess I am comfortable with you nowadays,” He whispered to her ear while resting his chin on her shoulders. She blushed even harder. “Y…You need to stop being this bold.” She could feel her heart skipping beats. “What if I don't want to,” he whispered to her ear. She quickly moved away and looked at the television. “Oh my goodness, I missed the whole episode!” She whined. Jongseong laughed. “We can watch it again.” He grabbed the remote and went back to the beginning of the episode.

Ara moved away from Jongseong. He looked at her with his eyebrows slightly raised and paused the episode. “Why are you moving away from me?” She glared at him. “You are being too bold right now.” He grinned before slowly moving closer to her. She moved farther and farther until she hit a dead end. She cursed when she looked behind her. “You are now stuck,” he smirked as he trapped her.

She was blushing like crazy. “I—” He raised his eyebrows. “Lost with words, hm, love?” Before kissing her lips again this time more passionately, longer, but still gentle. Slowly breaking the kiss, he put his forehead on hers. “You are so cute.” She was still in shock from what just happened. “Love, are you still shocked?” He pecked her lips over and over to somehow bring her back to the present. Soon, she quickly breaks from her thoughts. “You are crazy.”

Jongseong laughed a bit before pecking his lips. “I am crazy, but only crazy in love.” They stayed like this for another couple of hours before one of them broke it. “Let's watch your kdrama?” She just gave him a couple of nods. He stood up and rearranged the couch to make it longer. Then he carried Ara to the longer part of the couch. They curled up together as they watched the kdrama.

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[mimizficsz]

Hey! Could request a JD x female reader headcanons on how JD acts when he's jealous! Thanks!

JD x Reader : Jealous Headcanons !

-He’s pretty chill at first. I don’t see him getting jealous at people who clearly don’t like you like he does.. The only reasons he’d be jealous is when they’re openly flirty with you

-When he sees that they’re touching you, he is NOT having it 😭

-Stays close to you when you’re with them. Not so close to the point that he’s glued to you but behind you standing there like you’re a celebrity and he’s your bodyguard

-Quietly mumbles about the person and he’s mocking everything they say in the background (Kinda like the scene in Trolls 2 where Hickory and Poppy were talkin and Branch just mocks Hickory "'Trolls is Trolls' Wow., deep.")

- He's gonna make it obvious that the two of you are dating by being touchy, flirty, romantic, yeahh.. Get ready for a lot of kisses. Oh, and he's gonna be holding onto your waist like it's the pole he holds on to when there's a flood.

You were going out with a few friends and had JD come along. As always, he was clinging onto you while the both of you were looking for your friends. "There's a new bakery and it would be so fun if we can check out the other new stuff blah blah" is what they said. Of course, not wanting to be rude or left out, you agreed to join in on the meet up. You sat down with JD beside you, and the person you're closest to in the group on the other side. They instantly greet you with a tight and touchy hug. Their right on your waist and the other ruffling your hair as they kiss your cheek, you know, platonically! But of course, John... Ehh.. he doesn't quite see it that way. He notices that this person is sort of like flirty and very touchy. After spending a few minutes in the bakery, you all agreed to go to the amusement park. On the way there, you and this friend were chatting about a recently released series the both of you spend time on watching together. "They looked so cute! I think they'd be a great couple to be honest." You commented about the recent episode featuring a new character. "You know who'd be a great couple? Us! Jk." You thought nothing of it because you know, they regularly make jokes like these. JD on the other hand.. he was sort of maybe just little bit upset.. Yeah no he was pissed as fuck. If you turned around to see him stomping on the ground like it was that person's face and I swear you'd probably see steam coming out of his ears. "'YoU knOW whO'D be A gREaT coUpLe? ? uS!!' Bullshit.." He whispered, mocking the friend while silently cursing them out under his breath. When you get to the amusement park however, JD rushes up to you before they could even drag you away and he grabs and holds on to your waist, pulling you away and going on most of the rides together alone. You'd probably notice that he's jealous after a bit more time of that friend because he jokingly (seriously) insults them, and the friend would play along (Not knowing that You and JD were together). Eventually they'd find out you were both dating after noticing how romantic the both of you were and they wouldn't be as flirty.

A/N: I got like a quick high fever yesterday..... I'm feeling a bit better now, although I still have like 3 assignments to do... And my head hurts so much I'd sob in bed for at least 3 hours before I actually fall asleep..... I wrote this at 12-2 am because holy shit I finally got motivation to write.... Writing more reqs! Don't be shy, send in more ⊂⁠(⁠(⁠・⁠▽⁠・⁠)⁠)⁠⊃ Can be extra specific too btw ^_^ I actually prefer it to be extra specific.... Maybe

[wilhelmina1233]

I am back.

I wanna explain why I just suddenly crashed a yesterday...

It has been on my mind, In September, when my friend started uploading their OC here, I saw that many people commented on their post, Many people seemed like they actually cared. I didn't mind it much, I was happy they were getting SUPPORT. Then after a while, the more they posted, the more comments on their posts got. People interacted with them, talked with them, complimented them. After a while I started comparing my introduction card and theirs, 10 uncommented reblogs, 60 likes, 0 comments. No comments. No comments. No one supported me or complimented, just liked. I tried to ignore it and told myself I will get comments if I post more. So I continued. And then my other friend came to join the community, somehow, they still got comments and support. And another new creator came, and people commented on their posts too, talking about the character's lore. Watching all of these happen to others while my comments always stay on 0 made me feel so... disappointed, like, am I not doing much? It made me think that my comments are turned off and I checked it DAILY. I only ever got comments during hard situations, or when I gifted people, never on my work. I got my FIRST comment on my work on the MoonMan animation, I was so happy. I tell you. To me, comments make me motivated, It's like support to me. Thats why when I firstly posted Muri, I didn't post for another month. I didn't get any comments on her. I thought people didn't like her.

-now, IM SUPER GRATEFUL FOR ALL OF YOU!!!! yall are amazing, I have mentioned it many times about how much I love you all. Im super grateful for everyone and everything. Don't think wrongly, but sometimes Envy gets the best of me. And I'm shocked to say this. The thing that happened the day I crashed was an episode.

-In September I was overthinking, and then suddenly Sweetswirlybread came out of no where and then the situation continued and continued to the point a picture of me was EXPOSED here and even my private blog and fake accusations and all the distress and emotions I was feeling stacked up and caused a big episode on me that lasted longer than expected. My episodes usually last a few hours or a day, but this time it lasted for a whole week. When I am during episodes I can't tyep properly, which is probably why the way I spoke in my last post was not that understandable. After I made that post I cried the whole day, not even because of the situation, just because of how hard the episode hit me. Remembering all the distress and suddenly getting told to delete all my accounts and that people are tracking me down angered me.

-I completely crashed out in my last post, I was angry at everyone and also at myself, I was disappointed in everyone and felt strong emotions. And I am sorry for putting pressure on everyone, I am sorry letting my episode go through so easily, usually, I'm not on my phone during episodes. But I seriously felt so dark at the moment. Right now, I look at my last post, and even I don't understand the words I wrote.

-I am NOT forcing you all to comment on my posts, no!! If you don't want to talk in my posts then sure, I'm okay with it. It's okay if you're too busy, or embarrassed, or just in general don't talk in people's posts. I'm not asking you for anything, If you guys won't comment on my post it won't cause me another episode, so don't worry about that too. I know It's not only hard for me, but It's hard for everyone. I am happy you all support me in your own ways, you're all amazing. I love you all. I really do, I'm sorry for making you think otherwise.

I know you guys support me, It was hard for me to see it through so much envy I was feeling. Plus the whole drama crashed me so much distress so I was so confused and disappointed to the point I completely crashed.

I wanna say that I am sorry for worrying anyone, or if I put pressure on people, or if you think that I hate you. I am deeply sorry for it, and I felt very bad the day after. I really am sorry. I want to show how much I actually do appreciate you all.

I love you all, I'm sorry for getting mad so suddenly. If you still have any questions about what I meant in some sentences in my last post I can tell you in a more understanding way.

I had to cut my break short cus I felt deeply saddened by how I crashed out on everyone. And i wanna say I am sorry.

[brainrotbabe24]

Idk about this idea but I’ve been thinking about like- reader who’s similar quicksilver from the X-men. Like super fast, fast metabolism, ADHD to the max. Basically just the dwarves dealing with reader constant yapping and need for sweets.

Hi! Thank you for the request!

Okay, so you get a two-in-one, lol! I went a little crazy with this one and interpreted it into two scenarios.

The company reacting to the reader's ADHD craziness

How the company would react to the reader having superpowers

I also wrote a scenario yesterday about the company finding out the reader has ADHD. That felt like a prequel to this ask...it will be linked below

Thank you for such a fun idea. I hope it's okay I wrote it like this and not one scenario!💖🎉

The company reacting to reader's ADHD craziness

Balin: Just watches from afar and laughs at your shenanigans. Loves the energy you give the group, always keeping them on their toes!

Dwalin: Loves you, but every so often he needs quiet lol

Óin: Oin would send you on wild errands! He found out the hard way that boring adventures get you distracted…so the crazier, the better. 

“Y/N, I asked for rosemary, and you literally came back with a bag of potatoes and a bloody nose. What did you do????”

Glóin: He just lets you do your thing. "Y/N will run out of steam at some point." Tired dad vibes…

Bifur: Bifur would gift you fidget toys! I bet he would take the time to make them for you too! How sweet 🥺

Bofur: Jam sessions/singing constantly! Due to your ADHD, you guys would switch up the genre quite a bit. It would be a total production, too!

Bombur:  Would be down to go on crazy little side quests with you! You usually take him on the quests Oin gives you. Y'all would be like Merry and Pippin in LOTR

Ori: He would try to get you interested in hobbies to help keep you focused…like knitting. It doesn’t work, but you’ll still sit with him while he knits because he can keep up with your conversations and constant changing of topics.

Side note: I could not find a GIF of this exact topic...so imagine the reader is Homer and Ori is Marge trying to keep up with the conversation. Bart and Lisa are the rest of the company, lol 😂😂

Dori: Dori would be a helicopter mom! He would be scared you would get hurt, and worried other people in the company would influence your recklessness. You would basically be absorbed into their little family, lol!

Nori: Nori would team up with you to do some wild shit. He is the bad influence Dori is scared about

Thorin: Tired. Realized at this point that half the company has ADHD. Y'all ain't getting to Erebor any time soon.

Fíli: I think he would enjoy the late-night chat session! He would make sure to sleep next to you during the adventure because at least twice a night, you would wake him up and ask him random questions.

Kíli: He has ADHD, too. So, the fact that both of you have it makes me feel like Kili would see that as a deep connection—like soulmate material! I wouldn't put it past him to propose…

Bilbo: Would make you a cute little journal to write down your to-do's!

Gandalf: Gandalf would be a provoker like Nori. Imagine everyone is calming down for the night, you are all tired out, and then out of nowhere, you hear him whisper, “Psst Y/N ask Kili why he can’t grow a beard.” or “psst Y/N I heard Thorin wanted to hear about your super specific hyper fixation that takes hours to explain…(like one piece lol with all its episodes 😭).”

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How the company reacts to reader having superpowers

Balin: He can’t keep up. You are too fast, and it hurts his brain. He does appreciate the hard work you put in when there is an orc ambush. 

Dwalin: He loves it! He thinks you are a strong, courageous badass. He is happy you are on their side. Will cheer you on in battle!

Óin: Tries to figure out how you do it … isn't convinced fully. Is it magic? Are you eating something?

Glóin: He blames the food or candy you were eating. He does not believe you have powers… that's all nonsense. 

Bifur: Couldn't care! Like Dwalin, he is just thankful you are on their side. 

Bofur: Comes up with nicknames/superhero names for you - a true fanboy, lol!

Bombur and Ori: Would think it’s magic!

Dori: Would make sure you got enough rest.

Nori: Tries to convince you to use your skills for evil, like stealing or cheating at games...maybe not evil but definitely his gain lol

Thorin: He's super excited! He wants to use your skills to help reclaim Erebor and constantly asks you to do recon.

Fíli: He's excited like his uncle, but he would want to train with you so he can keep up, lol. 

Kíli: Kili would want to compete! “Come on, y/n, let's see who's faster! I know I’ll beat you.” Maybe he is a little jealous that his uncle likes you and trusts you to do recon and other cool stuff.

Bilbo: He would think you also had a “special” ring and get paranoid. He would also ask you a lot of questions to see if you know about his ring. 

Gandalf: Suspicious! He doesn't believe you are from this universe. It leaves more questions than answers.

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Link to the ADHD one I was talking about above:

[irisbleufic]

Of all the bullshit I never expected to be back on with the same intensity of October through December of 2000, Beetlejuice was not it. But I finally got to see the musical yesterday, and the part of me that has adored all 94 episodes of the animated series from the moment I started watching them on ABC Saturday mornings in 1989 just fucking flared—this fond, awful tightness in my chest. It’s the first TV show I ever imprinted on; it’s been with me since childhood. Surreal.

About 4 years into watching the cartoon, I finally saw the live-action movie that the cartoon was based on. I hated it, because it was so malevolent and empty compared to the incredible world-building characters in the animated series. Serious shout-outs to Stephen Ouimette and Alyson Court for all that stunning, hilarious, and often moving voicework.

Now, okay, I need to go back to 2000 again to make this all make sense. I’d watched the show from 1989 until whenever the 4th season ended. It wasn’t until I was in my first semester of college, newly transplanted to New England, that I found a couple folks within my program who had loved the show growing up, too. I ordered all of the episodes on VHS. It was difficult to track them all down in 2000, and it was expensive. But I pulled it off, and we had Friday night watch parties for weeks over the month of October. But that is not where this ends.

I was in the process of winding down the writing I’d been doing on Tim Burton’s Sleepy Hollow for the entirety of my senior year of high school. Suddenly, I’m in college and watching this fucking cartoon and thinking, there is so much heart in this. How the fuck is there so much heart. I haven’t seen two characters this wholesome codependent in, well, ever. I went looking for forums and mailing lists devoted to the cartoon. I found a mailing list. There were a handful of artists drawing amazing fancomics on there, and they were like, what do you do? Oh. I write. And they were like: do you understand how desperately some of us have wanted fic, but just can’t find it?

That is the wrong thing to say to me when I’m on a downward spiral of realizing I’m not going to escape a fandom without getting myself into a project so long that it’s all I’ll be doing for fucking months on end. If you’re one of the people who knew me back then, you know what I did for those four months in the fall/winter of 2000. I wrote a novel. Sure, I came close to failing a couple of classes, but it was the first time I understood exactly what I was capable of building as a fanwriter. Maybe even as a real writer.

“Time Will Tell” was hosted on a friend’s Angelfire site for a handful of years. People found it via LiveJournal, too, because I linked it there. I put it on AO3 somewhere circa 2012 and took it down again in 2017 because I didn’t feel there was enough interest in it, and also, my 19-year-old editorial foibles and typos were aspects I wanted to amend in it.

The musical took more inspiration from the cartoon than the film. I’m stunned and grateful for that. I found the “Time Will Tell” file buried pretty deep in my Gmail folders. I’ve been reading it since the drive home last night. I just can’t believe there’s now enough of a fandom for me to consider finally polishing it and getting it back online. It’s one of my two oldest surviving pieces of writing.

Anyway, sorry for the Gotham fic delays that I’d been trying to get a handle on. Now that the semester’s over, I feel that getting this thing I wrote twenty-three years ago back to the light of day is the best use of my time for a couple weeks.

If you’re one of the people who read “Time Will Tell” back in the day, thank you. I don’t know how many people out there still remember it beyond maybe ten or so friends I’m still in contact with all these years later. I’m sorry it disappeared for a while.

[study-with-aura]

Tuesday, January 7, 2025

I am so happy to have piano lessons started again! I don't know whether you have noticed or not, but playing the piano is relaxing for me, hence why I practice so much. I'll never play as well as Julien, he's a natural while I have to work at it more, but as long as I enjoy playing, I will keep doing so.

Ballet starts officially on Wednesday, but we had a winter warm-up class tonight for the advanced levels. There was one yesterday too, but I only registered for this one. It's always nice seeing my dance friends and sharing class with younger as well as more advanced students.

I really should get an extra hour of piano in tonight, but I also want to catch up on my gaming, since I'm not too sure when I'll be able to get back on. Possibly on Saturday. My sub will be out soon, and I'm not sure if I'll renew it at this point. I have a lot going on, and I won't be able to play as much as I would like to for the cost of the sub. My guild already knows that I will probably take a break until I'm done with schoolwork in May. I will be even more behind than I already am at that point. It's okay. My studies and extracurriculars are more important to me right now, and I can still chat with the guild on our Discord server since that's also where we are doing our group Bible study together. I'm excited about it! It's the whole Bible in one year and in chronological order of events. It will be fascinating!

Tasks Completed:

Algebra 2 - Reviewed exponent rules + learned about natural base e + learned to simplify natural base expressions + learned to evaluate natural base expressions

American Literature - Copied vocabulary terms + read about the affluent but alienated 1950's + read about Arthur Miller + read about Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller + read about themes and symbols in the play + watched a summary of Miller's play The Crucible + read about McCarthyism + read about organizing a strong argument

Spanish 3 - Reviewed colors vocabulary + listened to a commercial in Spanish + wrote three sentences in Spanish that described what I was wearing

Bible 2 - Read 2 Chronicles 30

Early American History - Read about the election of Madison + read a biography on James Madison + read about the Star-Spangled Banner (song + flag) + answered questions on the reading

Earth Science with Lab - Watched a short documentary about the Earth, Moons, and stars

Art Appreciation - Read "What is art?" + read about aesthetic perception + read "Perceiving Subtle Qualities" + completed activity + found a painting that used the same hue and copied the name/artist down for reference

Khan Academy - Completed Algebra 2 Unit 8: Lesson 2

Duolingo - Studied for approximately 15 minutes (Spanish + French + Chinese) + completed daily quests

Piano - Piano lesson + practiced for two hours

Reading - Read pages 3-37 of Threads That Bind by Kika Hatzopoulou

Chores - Laundry

Activities of the Day:

Personal Bible Study (1 Timothy 6)

Group Bible Study + Devotional (Job 14-16) + Weekly Discussion

Ballet Winter Warm-Up Class (1.5 hours)

1 hour gaming

1 episode of Forest of Piano on Netflix

Journal/Mindfulness

[queen-of-my-goofball-army]

Hoshina comfort fic

So I had this idea and it did derail my schedule slightly because I did want to make that fic where he watched Mel Brooks movies but this one was just more important to me at that particular time. So I changed my mind and wrote a hurt/comfort fic about how I would comfort Hoshina after the events of the last episode.

“Saito-Saito we need your help in the operations division it’s a Kaiju attack they’re here at the base.” Okonogi’s voice rang through the comms in Dot Saito’s room and she swung her legs up getting her lab coat on and her clothes back on since she had been just starting to fall asleep.

“Is it a new kaiju or is number 8 or 9 attacking the base?” Dot slid into her desk and logged on to the outside comms seeing the onslaught of kaiju and yonju that were outside the base and she couldn’t help but start to panic slightly. 

“It’s a new number vice-captain Hoshina decided that he was going to fight it on his own because Captain Ashiro isn’t here still.” Dot groaned hitting her head on the table a few times and she instantly got out her direct communication with the captain. Mina Ashiro heard her direct communication with her side of the operations division ring and she put it into her ear. 

“Saito, what’s going on? You almost never use this line, what’s going on?” Dot let out a breath of relief at the fact that the captain had answered her comm swiftly.

“Captain Ashiro! We have a kaiju attack on the base, they just showed up. I thought that the vice-captain was still training because..” Captain Ashiro nodded her head understandingly with a small understanding look in her eyes since she knew that her co-worker had been massively overworking himself to make sure that he would be able to take down Kaiju Number 8 the next time that they fought. 

“Say no more Saito, I’ll get on my bike and get there as soon as I can just try to keep him from doing something stupid or at least keep a halfway decent eye on him. You’re about the only person that he listens to.” Dot flushed a light pink at the fact that her friend was usually about the most stubborn person that she had ever met. 

“I can’t make any promises since he doesn’t really listen to me per se but he at least tries to follow my advice. I’ll let you get here safely though, thank you for coming captain.” Dot sighed heavily turning off the communications with the captain so that she could focus on getting here as soon as she could. 

“Hoshina you better not do anything stupid I beg of you just try to at least have some self preservation I beg of you.” Dot pressed the button on her communications that would get her back in touch with Okonogi as she looked at her computer and saw that she would need the extra help that she could get on this job. 

“Okonogi, I’ve contacted captain Ashiro, she’s on her way she just said to try and keep the vice captain out of danger I’m going to call Brandon too and get him out here, I’m going to need his help on this job.” Okonogi nodded her head but she knew that she would be the one that woke up her friend’s subordinate.

“I’ll wake up Brandon, you just handle things as best you can until then.” Dot let out a breath of relief as she changed the dial on her communicator and called her friend. Hoshina heard his communicator beep a little bit and he heard the voice of Dot going through his ear.

“Vice-captain! I’ve contacted Captain Ashiro, she’s on her way just stall until she gets here and do the best that you can. Don’t push yourself you’ve already been fighting too much lately and that fight with Kaiju no 8 was just yesterday and you’ve been training nonstop since then.” Hoshina couldn’t help but chuckle a little bit at the fact that his friend was worried about him. 

“Why Saito, are you worried about me~? I can handle a little fight besides this is my job as the vice captain to take care of the base while Ashiro is away and I have to do my job.” Dot sighed heavily knowing that she couldn’t get her friend to back down from this fight and deciding that if she couldn’t do that then the best that she could do was to make sure that this fight was easy enough for him to handle.

“.. Thank you for calling captain Ashiro for me Saito. I was going to but then I got dragged into this fight with this kaiju. He seems to be built different, it’s like he’s enjoying fighting me.” Dot cocked her head to the side in confusion as she logged into her friend’s suit seeing that the kaiju he was fighting was quickly learning his different styles that he used. 

“The kaiju is picking up on your styles and seems to be intelligent and actually gets off on the thrill of the fight. I’d tread lightly and just try to get out of this fight as quickly as humanly possible.” Dot sighed heavily knowing that her friend wasn’t going to listen to her and that arguing with Hoshina when he got like this all in his head was futile. Brandon slowly shuffled into the operations room that Ashiro’s crew ran and he groaned heavily running his hand through his hair.

“Couldn’t this attack have happened at a normal hour? I was just about to get some sleep.” Dot rolled her eyes at her friend knowing that was a bald faced lie if she had ever heard one since she knew that he was very much still awake.

“Yeah right okay sure mr I was reading A03 before bed even though I’ve told him constantly that reading that site before bed is a god awful idea. Was it at least a good story?” Brandon nodded his head with a small laugh as is friend had just known him so well that she could read right through him. Dot looked at the fight that was happening and her eyes widened as this fight seemed to be going on feeling the small sliver of panic going through her.

“Vice captain just I know that you feel like you have to push yourself but you’ve already fully powered up your suit and I don’t want you to overdue it when you fully powered up yesterday too for your fight with number 8 yesterday. There’s a limit to how much you can use 100% of your power before you get the proper rest." Dot lightly lectured and Brandon looked at her computer since she already had the fight up and running as well as the stats for the fight. 

“I have to fight Saito, I’m sorry but I have to be strong enough for this job. I know that I’m not as strong as some of the other members that are allowed to use guns and I’m at a heavy disadvantage.” Dot sighed running a hand through her hair knowing that she couldn’t argue with her friend and win this. 

“Fine. But I’m going to stay on your comms and keep up with your fight to make sure that you’re not overdoing it. I already don’t want you in this fight but I can’t tell you what to do. You’re my friend and I care about you and want you to be okay. After this, you better take some time off and get some rest.” Hoshina grunted as the fight continued on and Brandon watched the comms feeling the anxiety start creeping up.

“Your boy might be in a lot of trouble I have a bad feeling that this kaiju is different. It’s using the smaller yonju to fight it’s battles for him as a cover see?” Dot nodded her head tentatively feeling tears come to her eyes as she tried to keep herself composed while this fight went on.

“Hoshina, it’s using the smaller yonju to try to cover it’s tracks that means it’s probably seeing you as a threat. I want you to keep this up for as long as you can and then when captain Ashiro gets here then you get the hell out of there.” Dot lectured with a small grimace seeing her friend get thrown into a wall and she flinched heavily clutching the sleeves of her lab coat. 

“Saito I know that you’re worried but I’ll be alright. I’m always at a slight disadvantage and I have to keep up with everyone. Don’t worry about me I’ll be fine. I’m a strong guy~ I thought that you told me that you were going to bed early tonight anyways, what happened?” Dot laughed a little bit at her friend rolling her eyes at his flirty antics even when he was in a life or death situation.

“I was asleep but Okonogi called me in my room saying that I needed to get here immediately and help out with everyone and try to keep you alive. You’re my friend and I will do whatever it takes to keep you alive.” Brandon rolled his eyes with a small half-smile on his face shaking his head at his friend’s overly sappy relationship. 

“Jesus Christ just kiss him already you idiot.” Dot shoved her friend’s side pushing him into his chair where he flopped over dramatically. 

“Saito I’m going to take the kaiju into the training grounds and make sure that nobody gets hurt here. Open the training ground doors now!” Dot nodded her head understandingly as she watched her friend’s dot move around the base until he finally got into the training grounds. She opened the door to the training grounds so that her friend could take the fight where nobody would get hurt.

“I know that you’re not going to listen to me but just.. be careful out there alright? I’ll let you fight but just try to keep yourself out of harms way.” Brandon leaned his cheek onto his hand and rolled his eyes at her goofy antics looking at her. 

“You want to kiss him so bad it makes you look really, really fucking stupid.” Dot glared at her friend kicking in his general direction grateful that he wasn’t on the comms at least where she could just be on her own. 

“Brandon just leave it alone alright? I’m worried enough about him as it is he’s my friend first and foremost so just leave me the hell alone. When you eventually like someone this much then you know I’ll make fun of you just as bad as you mock me right now.” Brandon shrugged his shoulders indifferently since he was honestly good in term of romance he didn’t need anything like that. 

“Nah, I’m good, I’d rather just make fun of you because it’s pathetic how down bad you are for this guy. I mean you’d think that by now with all the flirting that you two do that you’d have just gotten tired of it by this point and do something about it.” Dot sighed heavily rolling her eyes at her friend as she watched the fight play out on screen and watched the kaiju fight her friend.

“Vice captain Hoshina!” Dot's heart stopped in her chest and Hoshina couldn’t help but smile softly at her antics and how she cared so much about the people in her life. 

“I’m fine Saito, thanks worrying about me though sweetness~” Dot couldn’t help but blush a bright pink as she buried her head into her hands in embarrassment and Brandon just groaned heavily. 

“Maybe this will be the catalyst to finally get you two to have a conversation-" Dot glared with a small half-smile on her face as she played with her hair. 

“I’m glad that you’re alright vice-captain.” Hoshina smiled softly at the fact that he had so many people and friends on his side that cared about him and wanted him to succeed. He never would’ve thought that he’d be able to get here but he couldn’t help but feel grateful that he was given the opportunity to fight amongst his friends both on and off the battlefield. 

“This kaiju’s strength is terrifying Dot, thankfully your boy is a fucking force of nature and doesn’t let anything get to him.” Dot nodded her head animatedly but right at that moment she saw something on the comms that terrified her.

“Vice captain, something about this kaiju doesn’t feel right to me- something just feels wrong to me. It feels weird. I think that it’s going to turn giant! It might turn giant and then you’ll be in big trouble because you can’t fight giant kaiju! You have to get out of there. You’ve got to get out of there and wait for captain Ashiro to show up!” Dot told her friend as she saw the leakage of gas go out and thankfully she heard her friend put his mask on. 

“I can’t run from this fight Saito, I have to keep everyone safe. I’m the vice captain for a reason. If I just run away then I’m not much of anything but a coward.” Dot groaned since she knew that there would be no talking her friend out of this and she would have to drag him out of this fight kicking and screaming by the end of it. 

“Fine but I’m dragging you into the infirmary the next time that I see you even if I have to go out onto the battlefield and drag you there myself once captain Ashiro gets here.” Hoshina chuckled a little bit at Dot’s assertive nature since it wasn’t something he usually heard. 

“Bossy bossy~ Remind me to never do something to intentionally piss you off Saito” Dot blushed a bright pink rolling her eyes as she continued to watch her friend’s fight and tried to not get in his way. Hoshina felt the anxiety of the fight starting to get to him. This was probably the most life or death situation that he had ever been in when it came to his work on the defense force. It was taking everything in him to just keep up with this kaiju but when it turned giant he knew that he wouldn’t be able to beat it on his own due to the fact that his swords weren’t thick enough to pierce through the kaiju’s thick skin. Dot started to feel the tears come to her eyes. 

“Vice captain! Just run away, it doesn’t matter that you can’t fight it on your own you can’t cut all the way through just run away. Please just run away. You’re going to overheat.” She felt the buzz on her computer that told her that Hoshina was overheating and she grabbed her communication earbud and put it into her other ear. 

“Okonogi, I need you to do me a big favor. I need you to guide me through the fight and get me to vice-captain Hoshina.” Okonogi’s eyes widened when she heard that Saito needed to get through the battlefield and she wanted to protest but she knew that arguing with her when she was like this was futile. 

“Can we wait until the bulk of the fighting is done at least Saito? I know that you’re worried about the vice captain I’m worried about him too but he has to do this fight on his own. He’s stronger than that.” Hoshina came over the coms and Dot let out a breath of relief hearing her friend’s gentle teasing voice. 

“Sorry Saito~ You’re not rid of me yet. I’m okay the thing hits like a damn truck and my shield was all the way up. I’ve only got about a minute left before I have to get the hell out of here.” Dot let out a breath of relief and she crossed her ankles over her feet pressing her index fingers together as she watched the fight on the coms using her ability to hack into the suit to be able to see it fully and see how bad things were getting for her friend. 

“He’s amazing..” Dot watched the fight and her breath caught when she saw the kaiju grab the vice captain. She clenched her fists into her hands wishing that she could have been strong enough to fight on the frontlines rather than behind the scenes. She never felt more useless than she did right now. Brandon put his arm around her shoulders and she let out a breath of relief when she heard the voice of Captain Ashiro’s calm and controlled tone over the comms. 

“Good job holding down the fort everyone, thank you for all your hard work. And thank you for calling me Saito, you did a great job trying to keep Hoshina from doing something stupid.” Dot let out a breath of relief and she started to calm down since she knew that the captain could take things over from here.

“Thank god she showed up when she did that was almost a disaster.. I think I just lost about ten years of my life you jerk.” Dot lightly griped and she let go of her clenched fists but Brandon kept his arm around her shoulders while they watched the fight in front of them.

“I don’t think that this fight is going to end this easily..” Dot pressed her index fingers together feeling tears come to her eyes when she saw her friend’s fighting for their lives and wishing that she could do something. She wanted to help. She wanted to do more than she was able to do at this particular moment in time. But this was all she could do was run the comms from Captain Ashiro’s side of things.

“You only have one more bullet left Captain. Make it count.” Dot reminded her captain and she heard the hum of affirmation. Dot felt tears come to her eyes watching her friend bounce around and slash his swords and she couldn’t do anything to help him out. When the kaiju opened it’s mouth and she saw that Hoshina was in it’s sights and she wanted to curl into a ball and start crying right then and there. But the tears of relief that she felt when Captain Ashiro nailed the kaiju right in it’s core she couldn’t help but feel better about it. 

“I wouldn’t let out your breath just yet Dot, I don’t think that this fight is done yet and you might still have to go and rescue your boy.” Dot grabbed her headphone and instantly wanted to start running outside to take care of her friend.

“Wait, wait I think that things are about to get intense.” Brandon recommended and Dot felt tears come to her eyes when she saw Kafka turn into Kaiju Number 8. She knew that Hoshina liked him and that now things were about to get a lot more complicated as time went on. She wanted to protest, to do something, to remind them that Kafka was a good officer that was just doing what he felt was right.

“Brandon- how is he Kaiju Number 8? That’s not- that can’t be..” Dot felt tears come to her eyes and Brandon hugged her tightly trying to comfort her and calm her down. Dot braced herself for the impact of the kaiju bomb and she instantly stood up once everything was over and got up off her chair.

“I’m going outside. You’re not stopping me. I have to make sure that Hoshina is alright, I’ll be back.” Dot put her headphones around her neck just in case it was too loud out there and she felt the bubbling sensory overload burning at the back of her brain and she blinked away the tears in her eyes.

“Okonogi, I need your help. Please. I’ll get you a huge stuffed bear for your room the next time that I go shopping at the mall. I have to get Hoshina off of the battlefield. If I don’t drag him off now then he’s going to be there for the entire duration of the fight and he needs to get out of there. He’s not going to be help to anyone in his state.” Okonogi sighed heavily knowing that she wasn’t going to get her friend to get out of this situation without her helping out.

“Okay, I’ll help you out Saito. Just be careful out there because it is still a dangerous battle field out there. I know that you want to get the vice captain to safety and I can’t fault you for that.” Dot let out a breath of relief as she went outside and narrowly avoided all the things that were around her and all of the chaos until she heard the familiar voice of vice captain Hoshina. Hoshina looked up and saw Dot in front of him. 

“I’m here to take you to the infirmary. You’re going to get some rest, you overheated and didn’t listen to me when I requested very politely might I add that you should backdown but nooooo you had to try and be a superman.” Dot crossed her arms over her chest and Hoshina in his right mind probably wouldn’t have said what he was about too ay if he hadn’t just fought for far too long. 

“You should be assertive more frequently, it’s sexy.” Dot squeaked offering her friend a hand up and she blushed a bright pink.

“Just come on you knucklehead, let’s go. I want to make sure that you’re doing alright. I know that you were thrown against the wall by that kaiju so you might have a concussion and some broken ribs.” Dot lightly placated her friend as she held his arm carefully guiding him away from the battlefield in front of him.

“Definitely got a concussion it is hard to breathe and I can’t really feel some of my fingers..” Dot sighed heavily pushing hair behind Hoshina’s ears with a small smile on her face. 

“I can’t believe you, you are the most ridiculous man that I have ever met in my entire life. I just- come on vice captain. We should get you to the doctor.” It was taking everything in Dot right now to not instantly confess her feelings for her friend as she ran her hand through her hair. Dot led her friend through the halls towards the back of the hallway and she opened the door.

“Doctor Suzono!” Dot called into the room Hoshina walked into the room leaning heavily against Dot’s side. Dr Suzono went into the room and instantly groaned heavily seeing that Hoshina was in front of her.

“Saito what the hell happened outside?” Dot sighed heavily looking at her friend and waving her hand animatedly letting Hoshina tell her what happened.

“I got into a big fight with a monster kaiju and Saito had to go and drag me out of there. I’m just glad that she did because things are.. not going great.” Hoshina sighed heavily flopping onto the chair and Dot sat down across from him. 

“I’m sorry about the whole situation with Kafka Hoshina. I know that you believed him him but maybe there’s something else that’s going behind the scenes. There’s probably something else that’s going on with him.” Dot smiled softly at her friend and Hoshina just sighed heavily looking at her knowing that she was right and that she was able to read him and his emotions so well. She knew exactly what he was worried about and how to navigate talking to him about it. 

“It doesn’t matter what intentions he had, he’s still a kaiju and he shouldn’t have joined in the first place.” Dot crossed her ankles together cocking her head to the side with a small understanding look in her eyes. 

“How many times were you told that you didn’t have the skill to join the defense force? Wasn’t it your entire life and the vice captain was the first person that ever told you that you could do it despite all the obstacles that stood in your way. I think that the reason why you’re so hurt by this is because you believed in him the most. You saw your younger self in him and when he finally became an official member of the defense force you were proud of him. That despite all the odds that were stacked against him he managed to fight all of them and prove every single person wrong that told him that he couldn’t do it.” Dot called her friend out actually defining all his hurt feelings about the situation with Kafka and Hoshina couldn’t help but sigh with a small half-smile on his face at the fact that she had once again read him like an open book.

“How do you do that? Automatically know what I’m thinking and how to reason with me?” Dot shrugged her shoulders since to her it wasn’t that hard to understand Hoshina. Most people just automatically assumed that she sucked at understanding how to deal with people but that wasn’t true. She wanted to understand people it was just a bit harder for her to understand how to communicate with them. But with Hoshina, it was never that difficult and she could just be herself and assume that she would be understood and accepted where she was. 

“I just know what you’re thinking, you’re not that difficult to read vice-captain. You might think that you’ve got this whole mysterious cool guy hiding behind a practiced smile but I can see you beyond that. You’re someone who’s fought his entire life to get to where he is and I.. I’m sorry that I can’t help you more than I do.” Dot sighed heavily since her feelings of not being useful enough were going strong today. She had wanted to be more useful than she actually was but she also knew that she couldn’t join the fight head on and that she was stuck dealing with the behind the scenes work. 

“Whatcha mean Saito? You’re plenty strong and you help me out a lot with your tech skills. Being on the operations team does not mean that you’re weak. I would worry about you if you were on the frontlines anyway so it’s for the best that you’re on the operations side of things. I’m sorry that I scared ya today I didn’t mean to.” Dot shook her head since she really didn’t blame her friend for scaring her he was just trying to do his job to the best of his ability. 

“You’re going to need to take a little bit of time off to let these wounds heal vice-captain. I’m sorry about that but you overdid it. You have several broken ribs and a pretty bad concussion as well as a slight fracture in your right arm from when the kaiju threw you into the wall.” Hoshina blinked a little bit in disbelief since his right arm felt fine to him but his threshold for pain was always higher than most and even though he had probably been too hoped up on adrenaline to notice that his arm was broken.

“I’ll make sure that he doesn’t overdue it doc thank you for everything.” Hoshina sighed heavily as the doctor patched him up to the best of her abilities right now.

“You’ll have to come back next week for physical therapy and make sure that everything is healing up properly.” Hoshina sighed heavily since physical therapy was never his favorite part of the job but he knew that he’d have to take care of himself.

“Come on mister, you’re getting some rest.” Dot took Hoshina’s uninjured arm and carefully led him to her dorm room sitting him down on her couch. 

“What do you want to watch? Or would your rather that I just be quiet and let you get some sleep? Because I can tell you that I’m probably not going to be able to sleep I’m too anxious to sleep right now. I think you caused me to lose at least five years of my life pulling that stunt you dumbass.” Dot whined flopping onto her couch after grabbing her caterpillar stuffed animal and clinging it for dear life. Hoshina couldn’t help but find his friend to be the cutest thing in the entire world. 

“Sorry about scaring ya like that Saito I know that it was a lot for you to have to deal with behind the scenes. Thanks for helping me get out of there. Sorry if I was bossy.” Dot shook her head animatedly since she didn’t think that her friend had been bossy or pushy at all. He was just trying to protect his subordinates and do his job.

“No apologizes needed Hoshina, I know that you care about your subordinates and you just wanted to make sure that everyone was safe during that fight. That fight was stressful for everyone but you took on a lot of that yourself and you fought way too hard. I’m just glad that you’re alright. You have to stop putting yourself in dangerous situations and just.. have a little bit of self preservation.” Dot sighed with a small smile on her face running her hands through her hair and Hoshina couldn’t help but smile at her.

“Alright I promise that I’m stop putting myself in danger if you promise that you’ll try to speak your mind about what’s bothering you more frequently.” Dot sighed knowing that her friend was going to fight her on it no matter what and that he was going to argue with her if she didn’t agree with him.

“Fine, fine you win Hoshina I’ll let you win this time around. I’ll try my best to tell you my opinions when it’s not just about film. It’s hard for me to speak my mind I have no clue why.” Hoshina sighed with a half-smile on his face at the fact that he was able to get Dot to admit that she would try to speak her mind more frequently and that was the best that he was going to get right then. He couldn’t help but hiss lightly in pain as he was finally starting to feel the pain in his right arm and Dot felt tears come to her eyes. 

“I’ll.. I’ll get you some Tylenol just don’t.. try to not move around so much okay?” Dot got up and went through her medicine cabinet finding the Tylenol there for when she got migraines and gave some to her friend and quickly turned around so that he wouldn’t have to see the tears that were in her eyes. Hoshina heard the soft sobs though and he instantly knew that he had done this. He had caused his friend to cry over the fact that he had scared her so bad that she was having a belated sensory overload after everything had happened.

“Saito, Saito am I allowed to hug you?” Dot nodded her head tentatively and Hoshina pulled her towards him trying to not move any of his injuries around too much but still wanting to remind his friend that he was alright and that he had made it through that fight alive.  

“I’m okay Dot, I’m right here everything’s going to be alright you don’t have to worry about me. I made a stupid misjudgment when it came to fighting that kaiju. I should have taken off the second that he turned into a giant because I know that I can’t fight the giant ones head on. But as vice-captain I felt like it was my duty to put my life on the line to protect my subordinates.” Dot felt tears come to her eyes and she leaned heavily against her friend’s side shaking her head animatedly. 

“I was just.. I couldn’t do anything to help you or to save you from that situation. I wanted to be stronger, strong enough to fight on the frontlines by your side instead of behind a computer screen. I hate that I’m so weak that I can’t fight with you..” Dot started to cry more heavily into her hands and Hoshina just softly rubbed at her shoulder hating himself for making the woman that he loved cry like this. He felt his heart start to crack in two hearing Dot’s cries and knowing that his recklessness had been the cause of it reminded him that he had people to live for. He had to live for not only his subordinates but also his friends that loved and cared about him.

“If you were on the frontlines then I’d worry about ya Saito. You’re so helpful you and Okonogi run a perfect operations behind the scenes always updating the technology. It’s because of you that you’re able to actually see the fights when they’re going on and make sure that everyone remains safe. Did you do that with my suit earlier?” Dot nodded her head tentatively blowing her nose into her box of tissues and grabbing a couple of others. She put them next to her just in case she would need them again.

“I did, I’m sorry that I didn’t ask before I did but I was so worried about you that I felt like I had to go into your suit camera to see what was happening. I know that usually I would ask but I just.. I panicked. I’m sorry.” Hoshina shook his head animatedly since he didn’t blame Dot at all for what happened with her and her stress. He knew that she was worried about him when she came to drag him off of the battlefield.

“Ya don’t have to be sorry Saito, not about this I’m sorry that I scared you so badly that you had to come out onto the battlefield to get me out. But so much happened that I don’t think I would’ve gone to Doc Suzono if you hadn’t came and gotten me.” Dot shrugged her shoulders since she hadn’t really done all that much in her opinion. She still thought that she could have done much more than she actually did.

“I know but I’m still sorry anyways because I know that you trust your subordinates implicitly and that you liked Kafka and that you saw a bit of yourself in him. Mostly in the fact that you both have this dream to prove all the critics wrong that ever talked bad about you and told you that you couldn’t do something just because you did it differently. All I’m saying is maybe hear him out? I’ll tell Captain Ashiro the same thing. I don’t think that Kafka is a bad person, I think that he’s different from other kaiju honestly. There’s a lot of weirdness going on with all these kaiju recently from number 9 being able to transform from being human and being kaiju but in a more grotesque way, to Kafka, to number 10 being able to summon other kaiju and being able to enjoy the fight.. the kaiju are advancing and changing as time goes on which means the way that we’re fighting them has to change and advance as well.” Dot offered her thoughts and Hoshina blinked a little bit not expecting that amount of forwardness when it came to the way that he fought the kaiju and the way that he should deal with Kafka. But he had told Dot that she should speak her mind more often instead of just about movies.

“See this is why your plenty strong on your own. It might not be on the battlefield but you’re always looking for the safest way to handle these situations which we need. We need to change the way that we fight the kaiju because they’re changing too. I think I was just.. blindsided by the fact that Kafka was number 8 because I did think that there was something off about him but not that." Dot huffed a small chuckle pulling back from the hug but staying in the general proximity of her friend just needing him close right now since that had been one of the most anxiety inducing fights that she had seen during her time on the defense force.

“I was surprised too, Brandon will tell you that I was super shocked to see that Kafka was the kaiju that you fought. I can only imagine what you were thinking because you believed so strongly in Kafka that he was strong. You knew that he could do it and I think that Kafka saw this as a do or die situation and he just.. reacted to what was happening. If he hadn’t defeated that yonju bomb what would have happened? I would have probably lost you and every other member of the defense force. We would have lost a ton of good people. Without Kafka everyone would have probably died.” Dot reasoned throwing in her own opinion about the fight and Hoshina sighed heavily wanting to object, that he would’ve thought of something, but he knew that he was in a bad way and that he wouldn’t have been able to do anything.

“You’re right as usual Saito, I wouldn’t have been able to think of something like on the fly. I know that I wouldn’t have but Kafka did because he’s braver than the rest of us put together. He’s a good guy and I’ll rely your information to Ashiro and tell her what you think that we should do. She trusts you implicitly so I’m sure that she’ll take what you have to say to heart. She likes having ya around and I think you take a load off her shoulders.” Dot blushed a light pink with a small smile on her face pressing her index fingers together.

“You really think that?” Hoshina nodded his head with a small laugh as he grabbed the remote from the couch and went through his friend’s tv.

“What are you in the mood for? Something animated? Something comforting?” Dot hummed in thought as she grabbed her caterpillar stuffed animal and hugged it tightly. 

“You pick something and I’ll try and stay awake enough to watch it kay? I’m tired but I’m too anxious to get a good sleep right now. Just nothing comedy related please in case I fall asleep.” Hoshina nodded his head as he went through Dot’s Disney movies that she had bought when she had moved to the dorms and he riffled through them before he found one that he knew was one of Dot’s childhood favorites and that she had watched all the time when she was a kid. 

“Hunchback?” Dot nodded her head animatedly since that one she could at least fight to stay awake for since that was one of her favorites when was growing up.

“Please, that one sounds perfect right about now. It’s calming enough but not too calming that I’ll fall asleep. I don’t think that we’re going to be able to get some work done here until we rebuilt the defense force so you’re going to be resting with me for the time being. Mostly because I don’t trust you to not rest if you’re not with me.” Hoshina gasped over-dramatically turning around to face his friend but he knew that Dot had a decent point about everything. 

“Yeah, you’re probably right about that Saito..” Dot watched as her friend sat back down on the couch as the opening credits started to play in the background. 

“Can you just do me a favor?” Dot nodded her head with a small smile since she would do just about anything for her friend.

“Of course, what do you need from me?” Hoshina looked at her with for once a nervous expression on his face. That surprised Dot since her friend rarely looked that nervous about anything ever so this must have been a big deal for him.

“Can you.. just hold me please?” Dot blushed a light pink but hugged her friend comfortingly running a hand over his side being careful to not jostle any of his bruised ribs from where he was thrown against the wall. She managed to stay awake for the entire movie quoting lines under her breath that made Hoshina smile softly since there was a lot about her that wouldn’t ever change and he hoped that would be one of those things. He started to nod off around the same time that Dot fell asleep against his shoulder and he put a blanket around them both before he felt his own drowsiness slowly take over. 

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THE MORNING AFTER: ONLY FRIENDS, EPISODE 8 ("TAKE A LOOK AT YOURSELF IN THE MIRROR AND CRY") EDITION

Oh my gosh, I am shaking my head and just laughing. I have no idea where to start writing this, but it's gonna be damn fun to pick this episode apart.

Because of the clues that Jojo Tichakorn (below) and Ninew Pinya dropped before and during the episode's airing yesterday, my mind was totally on Freddie and Queen. I captured the tweet below and couldn't help but think of lyrics.

And the episode was titled "Save Me"!

Before I go on, I have a little personal note. During my watch of MAME's TharnType, I talked a bit about the bigotry against the queer community that I grew up with in my Indian family. During my childhood, Freddie Mercury was -- everything. He was everything to me. A part-Indian man who blasted past any obstacles that could have held him back to become a superstar, while leveraging unbelievable talent. My dad often wanted to snap my Queen CDs in half to keep Freddie out of our house. Up until I went to college, when a new world of music awaited me, Queen was MY BAND. I'll never forget watching his memorial concert on television in 1992, watching Axl Rose destroy "We Will Rock You," and subsequently watching Axl host a Queen documentary on MTV that got repeated for years and years. This shit was formative to my childhood, and I'm gonna guess, to Jojo's and Ninew's childhoods as well. We be old bags in here.

I'll get back to Freddie in a few minutes. but besides all of the Queen themes (quick note: the dude that Sand was about to make out with was wearing the same costume that Ninew caught in his IG stories, as Freddie sang "Love of My Life"), oh my fucking god, did this episode ever touch upon ephemerality, highs and lows, change, and a resistance to change that people have unto others.

Top and Cheum -- especially Top -- were clutching their pearrrrrllllsss at Mew's changes.

Top and Cheum notice that Mew's trying on a new suit. And Mew admits it! He says to Ray in the bookstore -- after the most BRILLIANT call-out to a BL trope if I ever saw one, the CRACKING of the romantic memories montage, which, omg, are we EVER seeing in Dangerous Romance, like three times a bleeping episode, LMAO -- "I'm bored with myself."

I love -- I hate it, but I love that this episode calls it out -- I love that Top and Cheum are calling this behavior out as if it were a bad thing.

Is it?

.... is it not okay for university students to take a bump of coke if they're curious about it? Barack Obama did it -- and Obama admitted it, AND wrote about it, AND became president, twice. Judge him, I dare ya.

On another side, Nick susses out Boston, and wants to check in with him. Boston wants Nick to go bye-bye. Nick tries a guilt pull. And Boston ain't having it.

Fuck. (Side note, Boston was my man this episode.)

I'm shaking my head in wonder for Mew and Boston to be addressing Top, Cheum, and Nick in this way. We've established (here and here, cc @ranchthoughts and others) that the kind of toxicity that this OF group of friends exhibits is just -- common, and pedestrian, and awful to think about existing, but in part, it's so awful for us to be thinking about it, because actually, it's ever-present in our lives, and so many of us survive dealing with other people on a daily basis by using means by which to ignore or avoid that toxicity, like our addictions to our phones, or addictions to other vices, like sex and drugs -- which takes us right back to Only Friends.

The dynamic I saw happening in this episode was like vultures (the friends) circling their prey (their friends), but instead of the friends eating their friends -- what some of the friends are doing is trying to correct the behavior of their other friends. Top and Cheum want Mew to... go back to being the old Mew, maybe. Nick wants Boston to know -- morally, I think you're a bad person. And Boston says, I paraphrase, "see. if. I. fucking. care." and literally creates the NeoTitle ship before our eyes, lmao, all while walking silently and ignoringly away from Nick.

Top, to Mew, says, "Are you sure?" Are you sure you want to be like this now, Mew? Cheum shares with Top her concern about Mew's changes, and literally teams up with Top to bring Top back to Mew to, what, straighten Mew out?

Last time I checked, Mew's a big boy. Mew's made his decisions to be with Ray, to drink with Ray, to snort coke with Ray. Are those behaviors questionable? Sure. Are they normal behaviors for a university student who is bored with himself, and wants to try something new? 100%.

I have written before, in my review of Theory of Love, that while behavioral change can oftentimes be massively difficult, there's another side to change that needs to be considered. When one person changes -- there are many others within that person's sphere that do not want that specific person TO change. If one individual changes, within a worldview of a group -- that changes a group dynamic. People like Top and Cheum are unsettled that Mew and Ray are dating, and that Mew's getting wasted and high. Are they rightfully concerned for Mew's health? For sure. But what about Mew's agency and happiness? Are the friends understanding that this is actually Mew's choice to do these things, regardless of how the friends judge his specific actions?

The fact that Top and Cheum are questioning Mew's agency, to me, is a ROOT, a FOUNDATION of the awful toxicity of this friend group, BESIDES the general drunkenness of the group, and Ray's particularly contradictory and dangerous behavior. THERE IS NO TRUST IN THIS GROUP.

Top and Cheum do not TRUST Mew -- an adult young man!!!! -- to make his own decisions. Cheum doesn't trust Boston with her little bro (oh, woops on that, big sis). Almost no one trusts Ray, although I'm not sure about Mew on that. Boston doesn't trust Nick. The list goes on.

Without trust, without a foundation of love and respect, without an acknowledgement that individuals within a group have agency to live their lives independently -- what you get in a group dynamic is UTTER mush, just a bucket of vomit like what we're seeing here in Only Friends. I am OBSESSED that Jojo and team are picking this apart SURGICALLY, and asking US to question OUR, the viewers', judgement of all of this. These friends are contradictory as fuck. Boston was SO right to ask Nick: "who are you to judge?" Nick acted as filthily as Boston in violating Boston's privacy and rights -- TWICE, bros, TWICE.

And Top.... @lurkingshan said it the best yesterday when she made sure the girlies knew that what Top was doing TO (NOT FOR, TO) Mew at the end of the episode was not consensual. Welp. Tie up Mew's agency with a bow and throw it out into the fucking dumpster, Top.

I haven't touched as much on the Sand/Ray dynamic in this post, but of characters that are acting at least consistently to their... what, their moral judgements or ethical structures, at least Sand, Ray, and Boston remain consistent in my eyes. Anyone who was surprised at Ray's behavior in this episode -- it was bad and icky, and the episode laid it on thick, but I found his behavior to be expectedly toxic.

This was a two-steps-forward-and-one-step-back episode for Sand, as I see it, as he stepped in to try to keep Ray from going to jail (and how interesting was it that it was Top who ended up sealing that deal). One other note about Sand: the show HAS to be making fun of First's inability to sing, right? That guitar practice in 2/4, oof. And to have Sand dress up as Freddie, one of the most magnificent singers in rock -- ironic. We know that Sand doesn't aspire to be a singer; he just wants to go to festivals, and... that's the right decision, my dude.

Anyway. To bring this back to Freddie and Queen. Talk about shapeshifting. In his 20s in the 1970s, Freddie Mercury started out with long hair and flowing, robe-y costumes. As the 1980s progressed, he took on an identity of a mustachioed, slightly muscular man -- very, very closeted, but clearly gay to anyone who caught the signal.

The dude that Sand was about to make out with at the party? He made a reference to Mary Austin, Freddie's longtime companion and best friend. They were lovers for a short period, before Freddie came out to her. And they remained friends all of the rest of his life. While Freddie died with a longtime lover by his side in Jim Hutton, Mary was always present and devoted to Freddie. Mary's presence often caused consternation with Freddie's lovers, especially after his death, what with inheritance controversies. But no one ever questioned Mary's loyalty, and her commitment to keeping Freddie's identity secret and safe.

Freddie and Mary's friendship was in part a protective arrangement for his life in the closet. He only revealed he had AIDS the day before he died. But Freddie claimed the friendship, claimed agency to it, and wanted it in his life. The friendship was steady, and never wavering.

Quite the opposite of the devotions, or lack thereof, in this group. These young folks are demonstrating NORMAL resistance to watching each other change. But while that resistance is normal... it doesn't make it all the less toxic. I'm afraid that as of right now, I read that all of these friends want to sell each other out for the sake of their own selfish desires, and for the benefit of their own worldviews alone.

HAPPY SUNDAY, Ephemerality Squad, if we can be happy after this demonstration of toxicity, ha! @slayerkitty @ranchthoughts @chickenstrangers @lurkingshan @twig-tea @distant-screaming @clara-maybe-ontheroad @neuroticbookworm @elizabethsebestianhedgehog @thatgirl4815

[moonlight-tmd]

Prowlbee

Bumblebee is in town and sees a giant Appa plush. On impulse, he buys it for Prowl, I can imagine him doing that often.

Oh absolutely.

Bee is all on impulse buying- although I think he tries to somewhat control it. Gifts however are off the control, he'd buy just about anything if he sees it and deems it something that one of his friends would like.

I already wrote something similar where he gets everyone a plushie gift from a carnival in this post.

Now, I imagine Prowl's decor is mainly thanks to Bee bringing him all sorts of funny or cute nature or animal themed stuff. Sometimes he sees something in climates of Asia and all the places where ninjas come from and gets it for Prowl, although Prowl is not as amused as Bee.

Since Prowl's room has a hole in the ceiling stuff can easily get damaged by rain- Bee deemed it safe to give Prowl statues or stuff that can't be damaged by water. Or rare occasion however, he just has to get something special and soft for him.

He was going around the small fair in one of the local parks looking at all the cool stuff people were selling and gettign some stuff for himself. Then his optics caught something amazing- this giant 7ft sky bison plush-chair-cushion just sitting on display with the cutest face ever. Bee and Prowl were in the middle of watching the anime Sari recommended, he knew how much Prowl loved the little creatures in the show so it was perfect. He sped towards the stand and almost tramples some teens who were also near the stand. He asked for a price- it was hella expensive... Well, lucky for him, he had a little more than the price, he'd have to let go of some of the other stuff he eyed for himself though... But no matter, he bought the giant plush on the spot. He was so excited to give it to Prowl when he gets back, he didn't notice the teens he almost stomped earlier having the disappointed looks on their faces.

He picked the cheaper stuff he wanted and drove back home. Prowl was watching the repeats of the anime that he missed yesterday, it was the perfect opportunity. He held the plush out of Prowl's sight and approached. "Hey Prow-" "Shhh!"

The episode was coming to the end and Prowl wanted to see it, the last moment showed a sky bison- as soon as the ad break popped up Bee spoke up again. "Ya know, I saw a sky bison today."

That got Prowl's attention quickly. "What?"

"Yeah- it was flying right above the road! It was really nice and wanted to be my friend." Bee said innocently.

Prowl, despite really wanting to believe that. "Bee, sky bisons aren't rea-"

As soon as he looked back to tell that to Bee he was met with a fuzzy face of nothing other than a sky bison. Bee made a noise similar to what the actual creature sounded like.

Prowl just sat there on the couch staring at the plush, Bee was shiverign with anticipation for the reaction. "I think it wants to be your frien-" He didn't get to finish when Prowl straight up squealed in joy, jumped off the couch and took the plush. He was switching from hugging it and admiring all while having the biggest grin he ever had and making the cutest sounds of excitement Bee's even heard. He loved it so much! Bee was also very excited- he almost missed when Prowl threw his servos around his neck and kissed his cheek. That was instant freeze for Bee, Prowl on the other hand just did it and went straight back to adoring the newly acquired creature, he zoomed with it back to the couch when he heard the opening to another episode of the anime.

Bee was not expecting this level of happiness and gratitude from Prowl, but he never complained- well, maybe he did in his mind about the butterfly-feeling that would not cease to exist in his tank. Everytime someone passed thru the main room, they would see Prowl holding this big plush while smiling so wide it almost looked like it hurt. Of course, whenever someone even came close to him he'd jump up and sow off the plush he got from Bee (he did thank him everytime he said it was from Bee).

It was very unnatural for Prowl to be fangirling over something but if he was happy then they weren't gonna ruin that. Even days after receiving the plush he had a smile on him, Bee deemed the plush a bullseye.

This doesn't change in the slightest even after they start dating. Well, Bee may give Prowl little gifts more often though. Prowl's winter room is partially a garden so Bee gifts him all sorts of stuff to help him upkeep it. The sky bison plush has been chosen as the new pillow for Prowl, it's much comfier and it feels like he's sleeping on an actual sky bison. And it's big enough for Bee to lay on too. Sometimes Prowl takes it to watch the anime with Bee, it's his own comfort plush in a way.

[romanestuffsposts]

I have a minor heart issue where I get episodes of a high heart rate and chest tightness. Can you possibly write one where their little has an episode like at home or maybe out with them running errands? 🥺💖

Hi there love! 💜

I really hope that you're fine! And I hope it's not too serious. You're so so strong let me tell you ❤️

I hope you like how i turned it, babe.

Enjoy <3

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Warnings : episode of chest tighening, high heart rate, angst, comfort, pet names, working daddies, tiredness, daddies take care of you, cuddles, reassurance

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : you're about to prepare you a good lunch when something from earlier is suddenly coming back. Fortunately for you, your Daddies heard you and are here to make sure you're fine, as always.

A/N : I'm so sorry for the late post. I got a bit overwelmed about some things and I didn't had the strengh to keep working on my writing.

I had started writing some request but didn't finished them. But today, I had free times after school and the most important things, I didn't had any homeworks and I have a big week end of four days, starting tomorrow. So i'll have plenty times to rest and get my shit together.

Thank you for your understanding my love, you're all the best! Love you so much

I hope you had a good start to the week and will have wonderful days!

Big kisses,

Romane

Second A/N : i don’t know if how I wrote it in exact same way you have it- probably not but I hope that’s okay!

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You're comfortably laying on the couch watching your favorite show. You're laying in here since the moment you woke up, you went to say good morning to your Daddies in their office right after you opened an eye.

They have a lot of work and they told you yesterday that they'll be working almost all day so, before jumping on the couch to do nothing you went to them a little good morning.

You could say they were very busy with work so you didn't stay for too long in their office. They kissed you good mornings and asked you if you had a good sleep but nothing more. You didn’t want to be a burden so you quickly excused yourself and left.

Now you're laying on the couch laughing your ass off as your show plays on the screen. But unfortunately for you, its the end of the show so now you don't know what to watch.

You grab the remote and put something else. You don't know what it is, you never heard the name of this movie nor heard about it but that's the first thing you found so you decide to let it there.

As you lie back on the couch, a loud siren suddenly yell from outside making you flinch hard. You feel your heartbeat going faster for a moment as you look at the window where the sound came from. The jump caused you to be on a sitting position now.

You feel your breathing going back to normal and the pain you felt in your chest due to the fear is going away by it's own. You slowly lie back down on the couch, taking some breath to be sure you're fully calm now.

You put your attention back on the screen and the incident is now completly forget as you're mind focus on the tv.

The movie isn’t that bad but you’re still happy when the screen goes black, announcing the end. You get up from the couch and make your way toward the kitchen to grab something to eat since it’s now lunch time. You hesitate at going in your daddies’s office to give them their lunch, maybe they’re hungry too, but you decide to not disturbed them. The last thing you want is to make them grumpy. They’re grown men after all, they can go eat by themselves when they’re feeling hungry.

You grab the bread and start making a little meal while thinking about what you’re gonna do after. Maybe watching another movie ? Or probably not, you already watch a lot of tv and you usually get a headache if you overdo screen time. But drawing sounds good.

You grab the knife and start cutting your piece of bread in two pieces when you feel something weird in your chest. It feels like what happened earlier in the day. The same weird thing you felt earlier in the day

You let go of the knife you were holding causing it to fall on the ground. Your daddies’s attention turn toward the baby monitor in their office who is relied to the one in the living room and kitchen. Since this area of the house is relied to each other

You start panicking and take a hold of the island counter, your chest start to tighten and you feel your chest getting heavier and heavier as if all the weight of the world were sitting and punching your chest.

What is happening ? You were fine two seconds before that. You turn to look at the stairs and decide to go upstairs. Maybe laying in your bed is the best idea, right now.

It’s probably because of the screen, you thought, but when you start to walk, you immediately feel the need to sit down. You can’t bear all the pain and all the uncomfortable feelings you feel inside of you. You let yourself go and drop on your knees in the middle of the kitchen floor.

Bucky’s attention is still glued to the baby monitor while Steve is getting back to work. He keeps telling Bucky to calm down and that you probably just dropped a spoon or a knife you were using but something tells him to stay focus on it a little bit longer and Bucky’s instinct never failed him so this time, just like any others, he listen to it

When he hears you whining and your breath starting to get heavier and shorter, he stands up and walks toward the little things beside their desks. Steve almost rolls his eyes because he didn’t heard what his husband had. He just thinks he’s overreacting because you’re alone downstairs and it doesn’t happen every times.

He suddenly hears you falling and he almost drops the thing in his hand as he lets go of everything and decides to make a quick run to you. He opens the door in one quick movement and it’s like in almost two steps, he’s beside you.

You didn’t know you made that much noise until you see your Daddy running down the stairs and to you. He grabs your face with his hands and tilts it toward his, you sees his lips moving but the only thing you can understand is the panic and the concern in your Daddy’s face.

‘’Little one ?’´ he asks looking into your wide eyes ‘’can you hear me ? Where does it hurt ?’’ He asks but the look on your face tells him that you didn’t heard anything.

He stands up and easily lifts you up, he pulls you closer to him and you wrap your legs around his waist. With one hand, he assures your safety in his arms while with the other, he looks through the kitchen for your medication.

He exhales loudly when he finally find it and analyse it. He sighs a second time but a lot less happy than the first time as he puts the medication on the counter. He rubs your back slowly, he can almost feel your heart beating faster and faster more the seconds pass. ‘’It’s okay, babygirl. You’ll be fine, everything is okay’’ before reassures you, not knowing if your attention is on him again or still away.

‘’I’ll rest you on the counter island a little bit and then you’ll come back in my arms. Are you okay with that ?’’ He gently asks, hid lips against your ear as a small whisper comes out. You whine and shake your head, holding him tighter than before with the little strength left in you.

‘okay, beautiful. We’ll wait a little bit more’’ just as he said that, a blond figure appears from the stairs. Steve looks up and frowns when he sees the scenes before him ‘’what happened ?’’ He asks but gets a silence answer from Bucky.

Your Daddy turns his attention back to you ‘’how do you feel about sitting down for a bit ? I’ll be right in front of you, you can hold my hand the whole time so you can be sure I wonky go anywhere’’ he quietly asks and waits for you to answer.

You think about it and slowly nod your head. He smiles and kisses your temple. He walks toward the counter and wait until it touch your ass, letting you know that it’s the time to let go ‘’I’ll help you sit down. Firstly I’ll unwrap your legs and when I’m sure that you’re ready, I’ll unwrap your arms’’ he tells you so you’re ready and knows what will happen.

You whine but nod your head. He lifts your butt and rests it on the counter, he slides his hands along your legs who are around him and gently unlocks your feet. He brings your legs against the counter before letting go of your toes. He then slides his hands on your arms until it reach your hands behind his neck. He squeezes your hands before unlocking them too. He kisses each one of them and rests them against your laps. Just like he promised, he keeps a hand in yours and turns around to find Steve already walking to him with a glass of water.

Even if Steve weren’t here since the beginning of what happened, he still knows what to do for you and what to do for helping Bucky.

‘’Thank you, Stevie’’ Bucky says, grabbing the glass before turning around to look at you ‘’did you took these this morning ?’’ He asks showing you the medications. You look at it and shake your head. Every effort is hard to make, even one simple movement such as moving your head or your body away from your Daddy

Your Papa stands behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, he gently rests his chin on your shoulder, his hands gently stroking your belly just like you love it. It’s something who calm you and make you sleepy and your Daddies know that. They help you getting on a deep sleep at night by doing that when you can’t sleep. But this time, it’s to calm your little heart and to show you that he’s here with you and for you.

Your Daddies look at each other after you shook your head and sigh once again ‘’you know what is it for ?’’ Your Papa asks, turning his gaze to you and to the pills on front of you. You shake your head again. Why does they keep asking you question ? You just want to rest.

‘’Baby, look at me’’ your Daddy’s voice get your attention back to him ‘’those ugly things’’ he says showing you the pills with a grimace ‘’are for your own good, baby’’ he says tilting his head. ‘’it’s for your little heart, and we need you to take it because you are our heart and we need you to be okay because we love you. You need your heart to be in a good shape just as much as we need you to be inn a good shape. Do you understand us ?"

You nod your head telling him you understood even though you didn't really understood. Your Daddy looks at your Papa behind you and they both arch an eyebrow "are you sure you really understood, sweetie ?" your Papa asks, his breath lightly tickling your neck. You nod your head again. You're too tired to tell them you didn't understood and having to wait for them to expalin all over again. You don't have the strengh, right now.

Your Daddy chuckles, he knows what you're doing and decides to let it aside today because it's not the time. You're not focus enough to remember what they're saying even if it's important.

"Just take one now. You have to take it every morning after you woke up" he says giving you the pill and the glass of water. You cring and shake your head. It's bad enough that you have to take it every morning but he want to give one to you now ? In the early afternoon ? It's not morning.

"baby it's really important. Take it." he orders putting the pill in your mouth. You grimace and whine looking one last time at your Daddy for mercy, but the look on his face clearly say that every wars you're ready to take against him is a losing battle. Sighing you allow him to bring the cup of water to your mouth and to take a big sip.

You don't swallow it right away because it's not a small pill so you're scared but with the praises and the words of your Daddies are helping you a lot. It help so much that you finally swallow the pill causing your Daddies to yell their proudness at you. "You did it! we're so proud of you, beautiful" your Daddy says with stars in his eyes

"You're so strong! How did you do ? You'll have to teach me because i'm not as strong as you for taking pills" Your Papa says with a shocked face before winking at you.

You blush and look down at your laps, fidgeting with your fingers. They chuckle and you feel your Papa removing his arms from around you making you whine. It felt so good, his arms around you, the warm of his body against yours, the comfort and reassurance he can give you without actually speaking.

Those feelings are quickly replaced by your Papa's arms again as he lifts you up from the counter after he walked around it to stand in front of you. He leaves the kitchen with your Daddy on his heels and starts to walks up the stairs.

You look at your Daddy who shifts his gaze to you when he feels your eyes on him. He smiles brightly at you and brings his hand to your foot. He hold your toes all the way to their bedroom for a good nap time. You giggle at him because h can't stop making funny face to you to high up the mood.

Your Daddy lets go of you when you reach the bed and your Papa gently rests you down in it. Since you were still in your pyjama, you can immediately slide under the cover and wait for the warmth of your Daddies.

While one of your Daddies went to use the bathroom, the other went to turn off the light of the bedroom and light up the night light before crowling in bed beside you. You immediately snuggle closer to him and sigh in contentement when your favorites feelings come back with his arms around you. You close your eyes and wait for your Daddy to come back from the bathroom to snuggle with you too

You need it but you know that they need it too. They had a lot of work the last few days and really deserve to rest.

You smile when two others arms come around you and you don't need anything more to feel ready to fall asleep and rest.

Now that your heart isn't hurting anymore feel good, a whole lot better. It was scary, really scary but it helped you a lot that your Daddies were there for you, they didn't let you alone, they didn't let you down. They accompanied you to the end and always will.

That's something you're positive about. It took a long time to find someone who'll carry you up to the sky and above the cliuds in everything you want to do, even if it seems like a dumb thing, you needed someone like that. And you found it, you not only found someone, you found two people, two gorgious men who'll do anything to see you fly on your own.

"good nap, baby girl" your Daddy kisses the bak of your neck "you handled things so good, just like a big girl. Don't ever forget how proud we are"

"we love you, always and forever"

[thealogie]

I'm sorry but I'm about to treat your ask box like a confessional.

You kind of deserve it, though, because due to your Sherlock rewatch posts I've been forced to remember that 1. Sherlock is a show that exists and 2. that I wrote Sherlock fanfic when I was 13... about SHERLOCK and MOLLY.

In my defence, I was a deeply deeply deeply repressed bisexual who hadn't realized it yet - so all of the obvious and insane gay stuff between Sherlock and John just completely sailed over my head. Also propaganda worked really well on me as a child - so basically I was the ideal viewer for Moftiss lol. There'd be scenes where people mistook Sherlock and John for a couple and I'd go 'huh that's kind of strange that keeps happening' but then it would be played off as a joke and I'd go 'oh yes of course, silly me! Gay people only exist as the punchline! Sherlock and John would NEVER be interested in each other that way. I can't believe anyone would ever think that haha.'

Flash forward to 2017. I'm 17 years old. I've kissed other women by now and have had my brain chemistry rewritten by copious amounts of slash fanfiction. Still young, but wiser to the ways of the world than I once was. The last time I watched Sherlock, I had been 14 years old. Sherlock season 4 airs. I watch it with my mom. It's so bad my brain immediately initiates a trauma response and wipes all memory of Sherlock away. This continues for years. The only times I remember Sherlock exists is whenever I joyfully watch hbomerguy's Sherlock Is Garbage video while I'm knitting or painting or something. Also whenever I have to type in a password for an account I made when I was 13 - because my go-to password was 'SHERLOCKED' back then, unfortunately.

Flash forward to now. I'm 24 years old. And I start seeing your posts about Sherlock. Like a sleeper agent, it awakens something in me. Yesterday, I spent a perfectly good Saturday - one I could have spent doing literally anything else - reading Johnlock fanfiction. I am suddenly re experiencing the show through new eyes, seeing all the queerbait I never did before. Getting hate-crimed on the daily. I'm thinking about Sherlock at work, at my adult fucking job. I'm watching scenes from the show on youtube in my office, quickly and guiltily clicking away whenever a coworker comes to chat. I am considering doing my own rewatch. I am realizing for the first time that John and Sherlock were literally in love. It's the only lens through which you can view the show and still have it be somewhat enjoyable. They literally put Mary in a wedding dress shooting Sherlock in his mind palace on TV. I feel like I'm having a religious experience, I feel like I'm insane, I feel like I'm 13 again. This is all vaguely November 5th-ish for me lol.

Anyway. I just thought you should know the impact your rewatch is having on the population. Sorry for the novel in your inbox. I've been desperately trying to find my old Sherlock x Molly fanfic to read for the lols but I think I deleted it off ffnet. I am both having the time of my life while also desperately hoping I forget Sherlock ever existed again soon. So, basically - thank you/curse you for this.

This is perhaps the best ask I’ve ever received?? I converted a sherlolly shipper in the year 2023? Listen I’d never wish a season 4 rewatch on anyone but I would highly recommend watching s1-2 and the wedding episode for a truly out of body experience. I felt more strongly about this show/ship than any other in my life and it was STILL worse than I remembered