#in the middle of EVERYTHING ELSE IM DOING and answer the phone for you even though theres anywhere from 3 to 5 people over there and im

[majorshatterandhare]

[Answer options in order are:

1. Yes, guitar, mandolin

2. Yes, piano/keyboard

3. Yes, violin, viola, cello, bass (inc. electric bass)

4. Yes, percussion

5. Yes, a woodwind

6. Yes, a brass instrument

7. Yes, multiple

8. Yes, something not mentioned here

9. No, I do not currently play an instrument but I sing

10. No, I do not currently play an instrument and I do not sing.

End Options]

Please specify in the comments or tags!

I’m sorry there aren’t more options, I only had 10 spaces or I would’ve included more. I tried to go with the most common and obviously with groups!

What counts for singing is up to you. I think most people sing some amount, but you can decide if yours counts or not. The reason for this is because you can teach yourself an instrument, so not requiring lessons or anything for either instruments or singing.

If you want to learn an instrument, especially if you don’t currently play any, I would love to know if you shared!

Please reblog! I wanna know how many of us play instuments ourselves and what that distribution is.

If you don’t listen to the Mechanisms don’t respond to this poll! I’m sure your answer is very interesting, but it will skew the results!

[faepunkprince]

tHeY cAlLeD fOr BaKeRy To TaKe A cAlL wHeRe WhErE yOu?

[mcondance]

listen…hear me out…i’m imagining stu falling for a real sweet girl but this girl is like yuck i know your reputation playboy and since he’s obsessed with the chase he’s really gunning for it maybe even calling her as ghostface, getting her scared just so stu can swoop in and be like awh poor baby here i’ll keep you safe <3 big mean ghostface can’t get ya when im around

we should form a collaboration. (this got so long anon. i blame you. 18+) this idea has my brain turning like it gets him going so bad to scare you and then be able to come back and be your savior. it appeases the side of him that likes the chase, and the side of him that likes being in control. i think they’re both linked to his need for dominance and his sadistic nature so this is a win win for him.

you know him through sidney’s boyfriend billy, but you’ve never said more than a couple of words to each other outside of the friend group. aware of his reputation, your answer to his question is easy.

you tell him no, that you wouldn’t touch him with a 3-and-a-half foot pole. (he responds in typical stu fashion. he slaps a hand over his chest, expressing how hurt he is by your rejection, a knowing smile etching across his face.)

and so begins the chase. you turn him down over and over again, inviting sidney to the dates he asks you on, saying that the movie he wants to see with you just isn’t your taste— even if he knows he heard you talking to sid about how you wanted to see it just the week before, stupid little excuses to avoid everything he asks you.

he doesn’t mind. your rejections of his advances let him feel the way he does when he’s shrouded in that fearful black cloak, coming up with more and more ways to get you.

he keeps his distance— ghostface, that is. stu doesn’t want to scare you yet. with occasional phone calls that he directs to more people than just you, he lets you off easy, makes it seem like it’s just random.

but he’s getting a little anxious, and he’s always been impatient. he wants you.

billy and sidney are out of town for the weekend. and you’re terrified, more and more people close to you have been turning up dead. you resort to asking stu to stay with you for the weekend.

if he gets you to fuck him while he’s “protecting” you from ghostface? god he’d feel so good. he never forgets his alter ego, the slasher that terrifies your sleepy little town, but playing as your loving, caring little “friend” is fun too. he thinks you’re kinda stupid, to let him stay over at your house under the guise of keeping you safe.

you’d changed into your house clothes when you both got to your house, telling him not to touch anything while you were gone. when you came out he was in a t shirt and shorts, and he looked awfully good.

you’d let him have some of your snacks, throwing a bag of hot chips at him and perching on the other end of the living room sofa. you’d turned on some long ass video essay, and he actually found it sort of interesting, quizzing you on what certain stuff meant before you got tired and wanted to sleep.

he thinks, maybe you do have a thing for him. why else would you let a freak like him stay over? whatever the case may be, he’s here. in your pretty pink and white bedroom, he almost scoffs at the softness of it all.

“‘s cute.”

“yeah. i put blankets and shit on the couch. you sleep there.”

his lanky body barely fits on the small chair, but he knows he won’t be there too long, so he doesn’t complain.

the blanket you gave him smells like you, and he basks in it. your room is silent, for a while. in the darkness, your mind gets to you and you’re so scared even with stu right there.

“stu,” you whisper.

“yeah?”

“can you come sleep over here? i’m scared.”

there it is.

“yeah, ‘f course.” he feigns genuine sympathy, though you’re smarter than that and no matter how hard he tries, there’s always a sliver of depravity peeking through his words.

you scoot from the middle of your bed to the one side, lifting the covers up to let stu take the other side. too terrified to even get smart with him, you welcome him into your bed.

what a terrible mistake you’ve made.

in the light streaming through your windows, he looks gorgeous, blue eyes gazing softly at your worried expression.

“hey,” he starts, reaching out to rest his hand on your shoulder. you don’t shrink away. you’re frozen. “i got you. promise i’ll keep you safe.”

he’s full of shit. but it works.

“can you just. . just hold me. don’t make it weird.” you scoot closer to him.

“i won’t. come ‘ere.”

shifting, you move until your back is pressed to his front. he wraps his arms around you, cradling you and your fragile psyche in the palm of his hand.

“d’you think he’ll try and come for me?” you ask him.

“i dunno. but i promise i’ll do everything i can t’keep you safe.”

god, he impresses himself sometimes.

“thank you.” you whisper, the words stuck in your throat.

“no problem.” you can feel him looking at you, can see him out of the corner of your eye.

with his arms wrapped around you, all the feelings you’ve gained for him over the past weeks come to a head. he’s warm behind you, and he’s holding you just tight enough.

you twist around to where you can see him, and if you were standing your knees would have buckled from his gaze.

“if i let you kiss me, would you promise not to make it weird?”

“promise.”

“okay,” you breathe. and you kiss him.

what a terrible, terrible mistake you’ve made.

it all goes so fast from there. one kiss turns into many and you’re turning around so you can face him all the way.

he’s got you on your back and his hand down your shorts before you know it. his lithe fingers toy with you, his mouth swallows every single one of your sounds, his body provides you comfort, a distraction from the murderer desecrating your safe town.

you come for him. you make a mess on his fingers, the ones he knows are soaked with blood. he could almost shout from how elated he is to have you wrapped around his fingers.

over you he moves, pulled by his collar on top of you and to your lips again. he wants to be smug about it, to note the lack of 3-and-a-half feet between you two, but he doesn’t.

instead, he kisses you like a normal boy would kiss a girl he liked. instead, he professes his protection when you make him promise again.

instead, he kisses you through the stretch of him entering you. “‘s okay, you got it. doin’ so good.” he could blow his load now, at the sight of you in pain and pleasure, at the sound of your hisses and deep breathes.

he slides home. inches deep inside you and even farther in your mind, he fucks both. he’s done this before, fucked a girl in a show of devotion that she’ll fawn over, a false bridge of vulnerability that he inwardly laughs at. it brings him satisfaction he can only get one other way.

you feel safe. safe as he pushes his hips against yours, his cock kissing and sliding against every electric spot inside you. his hand is warm on your cheek, cupping your face and the other is firm on your hip. you whine with each rock into you, body tingling, ears prickling as he groans in your ear. sounds he’s only ever heard on the other end of the phone.

with slow, calculated moves he makes you come again, and god it feels good. in the back of your mind you’re embarrassed, cause all it took was being afraid for your life and stu got you where you know he wanted you.

but stu’s been in this situation enough times to know what comes next, and how to prevent it. it’s easy, kissing you before you have the chance to keep thinking and fucking you to another orgasm.

it happens again the next night. battered and paranoid, you’re being played into his arms and you don’t even know it. you’re embarrassed about it, but in your clouded mind it feels genuine. it feels like stu really cares. at first it didn’t, but now that he’s still coming around even after he got you in bed, maybe he does care.

sidney comes home and stu goes back to his and billy's place. you think you can calm down with sidney back and stu and billy coming over occasionally. you let stu stay the night in your room sometimes, and he gets what he wants from you again.

your neighbor's killed. what the fuck, when will this end? this time, stu comes over, and he stays. you can't sleep a night without him. you think you're being targeted. the only time you feel peace is when stu's fucking your mind away. you’re reliant on him. in his absence all you feel is fear.

the phone calls continue, and stu’s there to answer them, telling whoever’s on the other end to go fuck themself. again, he plays you into his arms. “don’t think about him. think about me.” he tells you, guiding your face from the phone beside your bed to his, and he lets you close the gap. he likes letting you make the first move. it fills him with pride at his psychotic deception, the way he’s turned you into exactly what you said you’d never be.

he thinks about sneaking out to don the cloak, showing up at your doorstep just to see the horror in your eyes. he resigns to dialing your number when you’re out, calling you and listening to your voice as you realize who’s on the other line. he follows you out sometimes and watches your paranoid moves, blood coursing hot through his body every time you look over your shoulder.

at your house, he comforts you when you crumple into his arms, suggests that maybe, you shouldn’t go anywhere without him. you accept.

god, what have you become. if you’re not full of stu then you’re full of terror, and he takes pleasure being the bearer of both of these things. you belong to him, your thoughts, your body, your feelings, it all belongs to him.

he loves to hear you go over his and billy’s crimes over and over again, lives for the disgust and fear in your voice when you recount the murders. he could probably get off to it, to your sad little words. and at night, he revels in being the only one that can make you feel okay.

you’ve become the perfect victim, and he didn’t even have to flash his knife. maybe he’ll keep you around.

[buckgettingstruck]

here to ask about the camera panning to eddie. give me the freak answer pls

when i saw that shit airing i yelled and spilled wine on my carpet.

like. i feel like this is common sense but i dont know if people realize how intentional each second of a show/movie is. like whether the show is a silly sitcom or a serious drama everything is so intentional and purposeful. of course theres always continuity errors and mistakes that happen when you’re creating a show of that size thats been running for so long but for the most part everything has its intentions. its why you see certain themes come back again and again. im not gonna get into outfit meta or anything like that because its not really my wheelhouse but i did learn a lot about camera techniques and im a writer so. yeah.

shots are one of the most important aspects of a movie or a tv show. they set the mood. close up shots convey intensity and emotion while more wide shots establish a scene etc. they gave us a lot of close up shots of eddie’s face in the kim and eddie scene at the end of 7x09 because it was an intense moment for eddie as a character for example. you have to get the shot right to convey what you want your audience to see yknow.

so. you have the medal ceremony. they couldve done the announcements for these people in literally any order because they fucking wrote the script. they didnt do it alphabetically or anything normal they literally had the trio of triangulated desire standing in the back with buck in the middle AGAIN while chim and hen were being normal and serving cunt up front. and when they were sitting they had buck in the middle again because reasons. then once they got their medals itd pan to their families and significant others clapping. ofc for tommy they pan to buck because thats the person there supporting him. for BUCK they had so many options. they had bobby, his captain that he verbally said was his father figure the next episode, they had maddie, his fucking SISTER AND THE WOMAN WHO RAISED HIM, and they had tommy, the dude he’s dating. instead they pan to eddie.

literally that is the absolute LOUDEST fucking thing the show has done so far in my opinion. they panned to buck for tommy!!! they couldve panned back to buck or done it in a different order if they didnt wanna repeat so they could pan to them for each other!!! but they panned to eddie and the director of photography was even emphasizing that choice on twitter.

the entire bi arc had eddie written all over it. they had so many opportunities to shove their relationship to the side and double down on their friendship but they didnt. instead we had buck tweaking at the gym where we have no idea who eddie was even talking to on that phone, eddie constantly mentioned by buck in a kiss scene with someone else, the line of all time ‘MY attention?’, eddie interrupting the date next episode, buck not even giving a FUCK about the date because he lied to eddie, the shit maddie said that episode about being confused about his feelings, eddie saying nothing is gonna change between them (which. thats a chekov’s gun if ive ever seen one), and all the entire shit with the bachelor party. not even mentioning the implications of the song choice for the karaoke scene that paralleled madney because we didnt get it in the episode. they couldve completely avoided all of that but they didnt and then when buck is dating someone else they dont pan to HIM being happy and supportive for buck, they pan to EDDIE. it feels as if its supposed to remind us what’s actually going on or another attempt to clue us in

also like right after they had the two who were dating acting as acquaintances. and had that guy also kinda put buck’s excitement down at said ceremony. and later in that episode had buck ditch plans with the guy he was dating to make sure eddie was okay. for reasons i guess. so buddie canon or theyre doing a real bad job at getting me to care about bucks actual man

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Emily Prentiss x Baby Daughter Reader

Summary: 3 year old Y/N is sick so Mama Emily calls on two people to help her look after her sick child.

Third person pov...

Loud crying wakes up Emily Prentiss, the black haired woman, jumps up form her bed gun in hand, the crying was coming from the room her kid was is, yawning the Mother tucks her gun into her waist band.

She then makes her way out of her room and to the room next to hers, she turns on the night light by the door before walking up to the crib in the middle of the room, the woman does a quick look around before bending down nad picking up the crying child.

"Shh Shh your okay, your okay N/N it's me it's mama" she whispers to the child. Y/N had snot running down her face, so Emily grabbed a tissue and whiped her face, but the snot keep coming which made the child cry even more.

Emily holds the child to her hip and rubs a hand up and down her back trying to calm the three year old down, soon Y/N was only sniffling slightly.

Thw three year old was sucking her thumb with her had leaning against Emily's bare shoudler, she now realised she was only wearing a tank top and short knowonder she felt cold.

"Whats wrong N/N can you tell Mama?" Emily asks the baby in her arms, Y/N shakes her head and cuddles closer into her Mama still sniffling. "head hurt" came the mumbled croaky voice of Y/N.

Emily frowns, "oh no poor baby" she coos as Y/N cuddles more into her,  Y/N is only this cuddly when she isn't feeling well, Emily touches her hand to Y/N forehead, it felt a littler warm, Emily looked closer and saw a red ting to Y/Ns cheeks.

"No need for the hospital yet" mumbles Emily, she then lifts YN head up and listens to her breathing. "Sounds a little chesty" Emily was at a loss at what she should do.

The woman stands rocking Y/N for a minute before remembering who else has kids. "Of course Hotch and JJ" she exclaims grabbing her phone from her room and bringing up her contacts.

She paused, who should she call JJ or Hotch, both have kids ans both should know how to help. She then looks at the baby in her arms.

"Who should I call Y/N?" She asks thr three year old, the E/C eyed baby looks up at her Mama and coughs loudly before she starts bawling again.

Emily comforts her  "Ohhh ohh shhh shhh it's okay N/N, your okay" she whispers kissing her daughters head lovingly, she then clicks on JJs contact, she then put the phone on speaker and waited for JJ to pick up.

As she waited Emily looked at the clock on her desk, it read 3.30am "sorry JJ" she mumbles realising JJ would be a sleep still, then finally said Blonde woman answered the phone. "Emily is everything okay?" came JJs worried voice through the phone.

Emily then grabbed it and held it up to her face. "Hey Jen, sorry for calling so late, its Y/N i think shes ill but im not sure what to do" explained the black haired woman, silence is hear before JJ starts laughting.

"baby troubles, thats what you called me for" laughed the blonde making Emily blush. "well it was either you or Hotch because you both have kids" pouted the Black haired woman as JJs laughter died down.

"okay, so Y/Ns ill, have you checked her forehead for a fever?"

"yep done that she did feel a little warm, also she has quite chesty coughs as well and she complained of a headache. im not sure what to do JJ" whines Emily, she was clueless and hopfully JJ might be able to help her.

"okay okay i get it, Have you given her any medicine?" askes JJ

Emily face palms internal, the one thing she didnt think to give her 3 year old. "no i havent done that it didnt even cross my mind" confessed Emily, she was greeted with JJ laughing at her misery. 

"of course, its natural you're a first time parent, it takes time to learn to be calm during these kinds of situations" JJ says, Emily begins walking to the bathroom to get some nedicine for Y/N. 

"yeah thanks for the help JJ"

"of course Em, good night"

"night Jen" 

Emily then ends the call and puts her phone in her pocket and uses one hand to riffle through the medicine cabinet. she soon finds some paracetamol, she then grabs the right amount for a three year old, the then went to the kitchen and filled a cup of water for Y/N.

Emily then pried her arms away from her neck so she could sit on the counter and have the medicine, Emily crushed the tablets into half and gave them to Y/N, the baby whines but swallows them.

once she was done Emily whiped Y/Ns nose again and picked her up. "hopefully that will help your head ache N/N" she mutters before walking back upstairs and into her room knowing Y/N will want to sleep with her.

once they were both under the covers Emily made sure Y/N was breathing before falling asleep, herself. It was only an hour later she was once again woken up to crying, the mother bouced awake and turned around to see Y/N bawling her eyes out once again.

Emily then sits up with Y/N in her arms, Emilys tired to comfort her but nothing will work. "what should i do, i cant call JJ again" mumbled Emily before groaning the only other person she could call would be her Boss.

She looked down at her still crying child and gave in for Y/Ns sake, she turned on her phone and clicked on Hothes number, Emily rubs Y/Ns back comfortingly as the girl cries and coughs, it breaks Emilys heart.

A few rings later and Hotch answers. "Prentiss? is everything okay" he asks as Emily shhhes Y/N. "Hey Hotch sorry for calling so late i jsut really need some advice" she yelled over the crying.

she could practically see Hotch raising an eyebrow. "of course that that would be?" he askes

"Children advice, pacifically when they are ill" she say, Hotch goes silent before he speaks. "it Y/N okay?" he asks worried about the baby.

"thats the thing Hotch, i don't know whats wrong with her, she has a small fever, she complained of a headache, shes coughing alot, runny nose, possible sore thraot" says Emily listening of Y/Ns sy,toms. 

"sounds like she has a cold to me Prentiss" says Hotch

"of course the most simplest thing and it went completely over my head, sorry to bother you with this Hotch" Says Emily now she felt bad waking him up for a cold.

she hears Hotch laugh slightly over the phone "its all okay Prentiss i understand, first time parent is hard especially when your child is sick, you could make a honey and lemon water for her to sooth the sore throat" said the man.

Emily thought about it. "sounds like a good idea, thanks Hotch sorry again" says Emily before ending the call, she looks down at the child who finally stopped crying and fell asleep in her arms.

"finally" she whispers before deciding to stay in her positions she didnt want to wakw up Y/N again.

the end!

i hope you liked this ineshot! and as usual so sorry for the grammar and spelling mistakes.

requests are open!

word count: 1235

[declanscunt]

kenstewy fic recs?

oh god… so many… first of all anything and everything by ao3 authors leoandsnake (especially tsd i & tsd ii) and stewyonmolly (im particularly fond of lesbian kenstewy & their senses series)

MORE RECS UNDER CUT!!!

coefficient of variation by trill_gutterbug

summary:

"No, it's not—I just want to. It's not like, a thing, you know?"

"You want to lie here slobbering on my limp dick while I read forty-seven thrilling pages of Macroprudential Policy Regulation, but it's 'not a thing.'"

Kendall's face, already hot, pulsed feverish with a livid mix of embarrassment and arousal. He shut his eyes. "Something like that, yeah."

Telemachus’ Detachment by magnoliabud

summary:

There’s one thing Logan hasn’t used against Kendall yet: his relationship with Stewy. Kendall decides to jump in front of it.

Or: thirty years of something.

Set from the middle of Series 3, after the shareholder’s meeting.

tenderness of heart by strangeluvz

summary:

Stewy,

My assistant said that you told her if I wasn’t using my phone “to at least send a fucking letter or some shit” and I don’t know whether you were joking or whatever but here. You know that being online is bad shit for me man. So here’s this: I’m OK. Is that good enough? Do you need a stool sample or something too? Vial of my blood? Let me know

Kendall Roy

*

Kendall goes offline. Stewy sends him letters.

we’ll meet in even greater darkness later by moonrocks

summary:

Kendall isn’t exactly sure what Stewy’s doing here, if this is a booty call for old times’ sake or there’s something else they need to discuss. Maybe Stewy’s just doing him another solid. Since his dad died, it’s been hard to be stagnant in his apartment all alone. Between the studio in LA and the corporate retreat in Norway, Kendall has actively avoided it, but the election is coming up, and there’s nowhere to run now. He’s in the bullpen and the beast is rearing its ugly head.

(Set sometime between 4x04 and 4x08).

some little language by strangeluvz

summary:

Stewy says, “Dude, sometimes. I think I, like, love you so much, it physically hurts.”

Kendall replies, without thinking, “What the fuck.”

*

Post-canon: Kendall goes to Stewy. Stewy’s arms are always open.

Make Good by Springandastorm

summary:

"I don't think…" Kendall trails off. His shoulders hang heavy.

"You don't think, or you do?" Stewy asks, the usual smooth scale of his voice a little softer, like he's talking Kendall off a ledge somewhere.

"I think I'm pretty fucking hollow."

"Yeah. My voice echoes when I talk to you." Stewy agrees, leaning a little closer and knocking his shoulder into his. "That's okay."

a current under sea / picked his bones in whispers by ingwertee

summary:

God, he’s been picking up the pieces for a mopey, strung out, kicked puppy version of Kendall for over a year now. Kendall’s sudden surge of confidence, however unjustified, turns him on, reminds him of the Kendall he had started to think only existed in his daydreams.

a little of the collapsing space by ohtempora

summary:

“I’m not gonna say you should have told me,” Stewy says. “You absolutely should not have told me fucking anything."

what did you tell me, mary by harukatenoh

summary:

In which Kendall and Stewy attempt to answer: what have you got in your fucking hand?

i figure you with love by alaczije

summary:

Stewy manages to do a decent job of forgetting about Kendall, and him-and-Kendall, and all the neuroses contained therein, until the pap photos leak.

Luxe / Redux by orestesfasting

summary:

He’s not sure what he’s more angry about, is the thing. The betrayal or the subsequent lie.

Or—maybe that’s not quite true. He knows which one he’s more angry about, and he knows that rationally it should be the other one. But needless to say, if Kendall had told him the truth about why he did what he did, Stewy wouldn’t be heading to his place uninvited at 11PM on a Saturday night, brimming with righteous fury like the proverbial woman scorned.

[custardcrazy]

A Ted jealous fic pleaaaase! reader and/or him being jealous, or both, whatever you prefer :)

tenaciously uptight

summary: for the longest time, you thought you were the only jealous one. but soon, you realize your feelings for your best friend might not be so unrequited. (gn!reader)

wordcount: 4.3k

A/N: IM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT OH MY GOD. thank you for requesting. im so sorry. please let me know if there's any glaring errors i barely beta-ed this

You were aware that your best friend wasn't the most observant guy, but seriously; he was completely and utterly unaware of anything even slightly related to romance. 

After all, he never noticed whenever anybody sent longing glances in his general direction. He never picked up on any hidden intentions when people batted their eyelashes at him or asked for his phone number. And he certainly didn't understand the fact that most, if not all of the people who wanted to hang out with him or just spent time with him in general found him attractive. How could they not? A tall, broad-shouldered golden retriever who didn't have a mean bone in his body was repulsive to few. 

However, you knew him very well and his self-esteem … was in the gutter. For many reasons, most of which were a certain individual parent who you preferred to leave unnamed. And that was mostly the reason why, even though he could pick up on whenever someone was flirting with someone else, he couldn't get a clue when somebody took interest in him. 

Even though you were very patient with him, and appreciated him dearly, sometimes you wished that he would just get a single clue. You were used to being the one who watched from afar as he was flirted with -- as girls shamelessly looked him up and down and pretended to be interested in Van Halen or Kiss (pun not intended) in order to segue the conversation to more intimate topics. It wasn't anything new, but you still couldn't stop the thing with claws and fangs which tore at your chest whenever it happened.

You knew that you couldn't do much else, even when you had felt something for Ted since the sixth grade; which was funny to look back on, because he was always asking for a spare pencil from you, and somehow, when you were twelve, that was cute. Ever since he hit his growth spurt, you'd been dealing with the immeasurable amount of jealousy that came with having feelings for a boy who was sometimes oblivious to the extent where it seemed he was blind. 

There had been a couple hints here and there over the time that you'd known him. That maybe he reciprocated all of the mishmash of stuff that you harbored for him. It wasn't enough, though.

(Were you really going to ruin everything you had over an awkward hand brush that one time at the movies?) 

Nowadays, you both worked at the Pretzels 'N' Cheese booth in the mall, which was an excellent strategy for being able to hang out while simultaneously earning money. And it was true that your clothes always picked up the smell of cheese and stayed that way until thrown in the wash, but it was worth it. Way better than working at American Eagle, which always attracted the catty middle-aged ladies. At least you could pacify them briefly with an excessively salty pretzel. 

Since it was summertime, there were more than enough mall-goers looking for unhealthy snacks to waste their money on. 

Occasionally you saw people you vaguely knew from high school, in various states of panic or otherwise. It was weird at first, but you'd gotten used to it. Today was no exception. 

Tyler McClellan (who had somehow been in all of your English-related classes) hadn't changed much. He was still blonde, mullet-ed, and smiled too much, but it was better than him just being plain rude, so you didn't mind. 

What you did mind was the way he was leaning over the counter towards you, acting as if Ted wasn't there at all. 

"So, uh," he said, grinning like he was being real smooth. "Been a while. You come here often?" 

"I work here," you answered politely. "Are you going to order anything?" 

He ignored your question. "Y'know, you haven't changed in the slightest." 

"Oh, cool." You tried again. "Can I get you anything?" 

Yet another failure. "Kinda sucks that we're both bumming around San Dimas, huh? I've been thinkin' about heading down to the beach." Tyler ran a hand through his hair for the third time in the span of roughly two minutes. "Catch a few waves. Weather looks good." Wiggling his eyebrows in a move that would've only worked in a terrible romantic comedy, he leaned even closer -- if that was possible. "It'd be pretty dope if you could come along." 

You snuck a look at Ted, seeing if he was possibly going to intervene or anything before you shut Tyler down; he met your eyes before quickly glancing away. 

Huh. 

Well, he'd never liked confrontation. 

"I'm not interested." Keeping your tone clear, you sincerely hoped that Tyler and his hopeless baby blue eyes would go somewhere else and maybe flirt with Hannah who worked at Claire's instead. "Please. Do you want a pretzel or not?" 

He looked at you for a moment, but you held your ground. 

And finally, gradually, to your relief, his shoulders sagged, and that ever-present smile slipped off his face. "... Okay, okay." He straightened up, stuffing his hands back into the pockets of his jeans. "One pretzel. No cheese or salt. Please." 

He paid in a couple crumpled bills, and slouched off somewhere else; not even bothering to say a simple 'thanks'. 

Ted was still quiet. 

"Um." Awkwardly, you looked over at Ted again after putting the money in the register and making sure you didn't give Tyler any extra pennies. "You okay? He's gone now, I think." 

Your words seemed to shake him out of whatever reverie he'd entered while you were talking with Tyler. "Oh! Uh." His hand automatically flew up to scratch the back of his neck. "... Sorry, dude. Yeah, I'm good." Another weird thing -- he was religiously avoiding eye contact, where he'd normally be focused intently on what you were saying. You were skeptical at best as to if he was telling the truth, but didn't want to make him uncomfortable.

So you dropped it. "Alright."

For the rest of your shift, Ted was … tense? Stiff. He eventually eased up a little, once you asked him about his and Bill's progress on marathoning all of the low-budget slasher movies they'd rented, but there was still a hint of something there, in the way he kept fidgeting with his hands. Again, you didn't mention it. Maybe he was just uncomfortable because of Tyler's presence. 

You couldn't blame him. 

But later, when you were both making sure neither of the machines had leaked cheese onto the floor; he brought up the topic again. 

"Dude, stop me if this is weird, or boundary-pushing, but… " He gently rolled his shoulders, as if he was shrugging off a jacket. "Did you actually wanna go hang out with that dude?" There was something in his voice that you were, unfortunately, familiar with. Vulnerability. But, unlike the other times, you couldn't exactly place why. 

"Y'know, just wondering," he added.

You squashed your curiosity down in favor of a disgusted expression. "Ew, no way. I barely know him -- or knew him at all." Dismissively, you waved a hand. "He's not my type, anyway." The exact opposite of it, actually. 

"Oh." He paused. 

"I'm … gonna go wash my hands." 

And with that, he practically darted off to the tiny employee closet, too fast for you to mention that there was no trace of anything on his fingers. 

You stood there for a moment, bewildered at his sudden escape. Maybe he just wanted space or something -- but, still, you had absolutely no idea what was going on. It wasn't like he was hard to read. But you just didn't know why he was acting so … skittish. 

Thankfully, when he finished "washing his hands", everything looked like it was going to go back to normal. He laughed aloud when you cracked a joke about that one time Bill spilled a metric ton of cheese on the floor. 

About two minutes later, you were both sitting in the van. It was a short ride from the mall to your apartment, which you "shared" with an acquaintance who was basically never there. You didn't know exactly why, but you got the gist of it from the fact that she always came back either inebriated or hungover. At least she did her laundry. 

Noticeably, Ted wasn't strained like before. Seemed like your admission concerning Tyler made him less nervous. He let you fiddle with the radio for a little while before settling on a channel. 

"Oh, yeah, I almost forgot you liked this kind of music, dude!" He beamed, having to shout over the sound of the wind whistling through the window; the air-conditioning had been busted for the longest time. "Stellar!" 

It wasn't too long until the van pulled up outside your apartment complex. Making sure your keys hadn't fallen out of your pocket, you hopped out. Just before you shut the van door, you offered a smile to Ted. 

"Thanks for the ride. See you later." 

"Wait!" 

You paused. "What?" 

He still had a hand idly on the wheel, but you noticed he was clutching it a little tighter. " … We're still on for tomorrow, right?" 

Right. Every Friday since forever had been movie night. He didn't often clarify it with you, since it was an unspoken thing. Even if Ted's memory wasn't the best, he always remembered. 

You gave Ted another curious look. "Yeah. Of course."  

"Cool." 

There was an awkward pause, before you filled it in again. "Cool. Uh, yeah, see you." Shutting the van door, you didn't linger long before walking up to the door of your apartment complex, mind whirling a little faster than usual.  

If you claimed that you didn't think about Ted's behavior later in the evening, when you were shoving some leftovers in the oven or when you were getting ready for bed, then you'd be a huge liar. 

The next day was uneventful at best for the most part, since it was your day off. You were usually a bit antsy before hanging out with Ted, nothing out of the ordinary for sure. But this time, there was something else alongside the typical restlessness. Not being able to specifically pinpoint what this something was made you even more restless, which wasn't fun. 

At around seven, the familiar van pulled up. You'd already been waiting -- summer evenings in San Dimas were nice and cool, unlike the unrelenting heat that arrived in the afternoon. 

Bill waved at you from the driver's seat, rolling down the window. "C'mon!" 

He was maybe a bit more of an aggressive driver than his taller counterpart, but the route to their apartment hadn't changed. As per usual. 

"Dude." Drawing out the 'u', he smirked. "Listen. Ted rented a bunch of these cheesy forties movie musicals --" Bill snickered to himself, " -- can you believe it? Never in the history of mankind would I have expected a genre such as that one to be selected for our movie nights, much less by Ted." 

"I mean, it's kind of a nice change from the terrible gory flicks you guys watch all the time." You were mostly indifferent as you watched houses and other assorted buildings cruise by through the window. "Well, yeah, still kind of surprising, though. But it's good to have a change of pace, right?" 

Your mind abruptly conjured up an image of Ted dancing in a smart black suit and matching top hat, a la Fred Astaire. 

"True," was Bill's thoughtful reply. 

Luckily, just like the drive to work, it wasn't too long to Bill and Ted's apartment. The second you stepped in the door, you were engulfed by an aroma of incredible, delightful, microwave popcorn. Ted waved semi-wildly at you from his comfortable seat on the couch, already sinking into the horde of different, brightly-colored pillows. A large bowl of what you'd smelled earlier was sitting in his lap. 

Without any fanfare, you walked over and plopped down next to him. He smiled brightly. "Hey!" 

"Hey yourself." You reached over his lap to grab a handful of popcorn, and he moved the bowl a little closer to make it easier for you to do so. 

A long sigh drifted over from Bill's general direction. "C'moon. Why do I always gotta be the one to put in the tapes?" 

"No one said that you had to, dude." 

"I don't see you getting up to help." He shot a look at Ted, who grinned innocently. 

"I'm totally stuck under this most hefty bowl of popcorn." 

Bill narrowed his eyes at you next; you just shrugged in response. 

"You both suck," he declared, but moved to get the tapes anyway. 

A bit later, all of your eyes were glued to the small screen, and all of the popcorn was pretty much gone. The first movie to be chosen was about halfway through, and still, the tune of the catchy titular song was stuck in your head. You had assumed that was the point. 

"Do all babes fall for dudes who help them turn off the lights?" Questioned Ted aloud. 

"It has to be more complicated than that," insisted Bill. "I have learned from experience that the process of woo-ing is not just. Like. Being able to reach up to switch off a chandelier or whatever." 

"Right, but who knows?" You chimed in. "Some people really like acts of service." 

"Acts, plural," came Bill's defiant assertion. "Nobody's that easy." 

"I dunno, dude," chirped Ted. "I would be totally flattered if somebody turned off the lights for me." 

"Well, yeah, you become deeply infatuated with various babes on sight," shot back Bill. 

You were suddenly glad you had an excellent poker face. 

"That's different," pleaded Ted. "You know, everyone has those sorts of things, right? Little crushes?" He sounded embarrassed. "Well, you can't really use that as an example! That is totally underhanded of you."

"You cannot deny the intense attraction and infatuation you feel for certain babes on sight," recited Bill solemnly. Suddenly, his focus was on you. "We both know that for sure. Right?" 

"Uh." You faltered. It was the truth. But something inside you refused to accept it, which was both infuriating and yet another validation of your feelings. 

"Yeah, I guess," you settled for. But you quickly added, "he's kind of matured since high school, though." 

"That's what I'm saying!" Burst out Ted, and you were glad that the bowl was nearly empty, as he would've sent it all flying in the air. " 'Sides, Bill, weren't you the one makin' eyes at the sales lady at the record store the other day? You sure looked infatuated, all from the fact that she helped you to find that Ozzy record -- " 

" -- even you admitted you found her cute -- " 

"Dude, shut up!" 

You let them bicker for a little while longer, until you couldn't hear the dialogue over their petty arguing. And then, an intervention was necessary. 

"Okay! Okay." 

They both fell silent, and you were glad. "Who cares if you're both easy or not. I think, personally, I would also be at least kind of flattered if someone helped me out with a chore or something. It's polite." 

Bill just pouted, looking back at the television. Ted turned slightly to face you, looking curious. 

"So … If a dude helped you with your laundry or something, would you take interest in him?" 

You didn't interpret it as anything other than a genuine question. 

"I mean, since laundry is boring, I'd definitely get a good opinion on him. It takes more than that for me to, like, seriously consider dating a guy." Like maybe always remembering your birthday, and giving you little special homemade gifts he made himself. Or like listening closely to everything you said. Or maybe giving you his jacket on a chilly day; disregarding himself even though you could see the goosebumps on his gangly arms, or … 

Man, you had it bad. 

Ted nodded in that distinct way of his. "Gotcha." 

"Would you find it attractive?" You asked, surprising yourself. 

He didn't seem bothered, though. Just a little sheepish. "I suck at doing laundry, you know that. So yeah, I'd probably be. Like. A little interested, at least." 

"Yeah." 

The movie was pretty good for the rest of its runtime, and there wasn't much conversation that passed between the three of you. By the time the credits rolled, you heard either of them stifle a yawn. 

For a moment, all of you just sat there. Then, slowly you and Ted turned to look at Bill. 

He threw his hands up in the air. "Are you kidding me?" 

The rest of the night passed in a near-blur, and before long, Ted was rummaging through the cabinet of their tiny bathroom, looking for the spare toothbrush. Bill was probably already fast asleep; around one, during yet another dramatic tap-dancing scene, he'd dozed off, and it had taken a bit of effort to wake him up and get him to bed. He'd always slept like a log. 

"So," you said, from your perch near the sink. "What'd you think of the movies? Better than Cujo?"  

"Oh, dude, that particular film is an experience." He was crouched on the floor, but looked up in order to make eye contact with you. "But, I don't think I can compare 'em. They're too different -- all-American movie musicals versus B-movie slashers." 

"True." 

A few seconds later, Ted let out an 'aha!' as he found what he'd been so doggedly searching for. "Think fast!" 

You fumbled for the neon green toothbrush he tossed at you, but managed to not drop it. "Thanks." 

With a bit of effort, he got to his feet, then stretched; you politely averted your eyes from the way his old tee shirt rode up his stomach. 

"What'd you think?" 

Pausing from where you were squirting toothpaste onto the bristles of your toothbrush, you thought it over for a moment. "Pretty decent and enjoyable in general. Obviously cheesy at some points, but that's kinda the novelty of it all." You smiled. "It's not called the Golden Age for nothing." 

"I agree wholeheartedly," he replied. 

Strangely, he was lingering. Usually he just left you to do whatever you needed before you settled down on the couch, but even after you finished splashing water on your face, he was still by the doorway. 

"Something up?" Turning to face him, you leaned back on the counter, ignoring how it dug into your back a bit uncomfortably. "Still thinking about that little debate with Bill over easiness?" You couldn't help but tease. 

The combination of the late hour and the fact that it was just you two, in relative close proximity, made this feel intimate, almost; like you were the only two people on Earth. Since the apartment wasn't in the more populated areas of San Dimas, the only occasional sound outside was the revving of a car engine or the rare hoot of an owl. 

"Well, kinda." Averting his gaze for a moment, his hand found a familiar place on the back of his neck, "but, um, not really. I just … " 

You waited patiently, and he eventually picked up the sentence again. "I just wanted to, uh. Ask you another question." 

"Why didn't you ask me earlier?" It slipped out before you could stop it. 

"I … I didn't want to," he said, and you thought that was it, but then; "not in front of Bill. He would probably never let me forget it." 

"Oh?" Both interested and nervous, you looked at him imploringly. 

His Adam's apple bobbed. "Um. Yesterday, you mentioned that dude wasn't 'your type', and then like, a couple hours ago you said you liked acts of service, right?" He kept barreling forward. "So I'm just, like, curious -- " 

"What is your type?" 

Your first instinct was to find it funny. All that build-up, for a simple question like that? But then, the truth hit you; you couldn't be completely honest when answering it. And normally that wouldn't be a huge problem, but guilt was slowly creeping up on you. You never had lied to Ted, and you didn't want to start now, just to protect your own dignity or whatever. Disregarding the fact that Ted had somehow remembered a one-off comment you'd made, you hastily put together an adequate response. 

"Well, uh," you started, "you know I'm not too picky, but what I really look for in a relationship is being able to support each other, no matter what. Always being there for one another. Always being able to remember what makes them happy and what doesn't." Exhaling slowly, you felt oddly … Exposed. "And being able to make each other laugh. That's all. " 

He didn't respond for a few seconds, but then, 

"Did you find him funny?" 

You were caught utterly off-guard. "What?" 

"Tyler." 

Another case of avoiding eye contact, and you were worried. 

"What? No!" Dumbfounded, you didn't notice that you were repeating yourself. "Ted, I told you that I wasn't interested in him at all. Why're you bringing him up now?" 

"I just wanted to know," he said, shrinking in on himself a little, "you know, you could've said yes, he's real good-looking -- " 

"Why does that matter?" Cutting him off, you shook your head. "I'm gonna answer that myself. It doesn't! He was being a huge creep, there's no way -- " 

" -- I know you'd like to go to the beach, dude -- " 

" -- no, I didn't, that'd be really inconvenient, you -- " 

" -- you didn't have to feel forced to say no just 'cause of stupid outside factors, I saw you considering it -- " 

"I wasn't!" You exclaimed.

Seeing the expression on Ted's face, you hurriedly reeled yourself back in, dropping your voice to nearly a soft murmur. "... I wasn't. Why don't you believe me?" 

The silence was so thick, weighing upon your shoulders like a heavy blanket. 

But instead of being comfortable, it was suffocating. 

A beat longer.

"Sorry, sorry," he finally mumbled, "sorry, I got… Ahead of myself. Sorry. I do believe you, I swear." 

"No, no," you rushed to fill in the gap, "no, it's fine, it's alright." You'd stopped leaning back, now at full attention. 

Ted peeked at you from underneath his bangs, and you took that as your cue to continue. 

"I'm just … I'm just confused. Why…?" 

Your voice trailed off, but before you could pull yourself together enough to clarify what you meant, he spoke up instead. 

"I'm sorry, just -- " your heart broke; you heard the emotion warping the edges of his voice, but before you could say anything once more, he interrupted. 

"Just forget … all of this. I - it's nothing. Sorry. I screwed up, that's all." He turned away, but not before you could catch sight of his trembling hands. 

"See you in the morning, dude." 

No. Not like this, you couldn't let him shuffle off to bed like this. You'd known how many times he'd done that already in his life. You'd witnessed it firsthand; the way he always bottled it all up, acting as if nothing happened while that was anything but the truth. You couldn't let him turn away and act like everything was normal the next day. 

You reached out, wrapping a hand around his wrist. 

He stopped immediately. 

"Please. I can't forget this, and I know if I try it'll just keep getting harder not to." He was still facing away from you, but you didn't let that stop you. 

"We've never hidden anything important from each other, Ted. You know I'm always here for you." Maybe there was a hint of desperation in your words -- but you were, and you were on the edge of begging. "Please, I hate fighting with you. I shouldn't have lost my temper."

He didn't speak for a little while; but he didn't pull away. 

Then, eventually. 

"I thought I could handle it, like before, but this time I just couldn't."  

Now, he was facing you, your hand still around his wrist; and now, your hand was in his. 

You couldn't speak, but that was fine, because he was still talking. 

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, dude. But seeing him looking at you like that -- " His breath caught in his throat. "... I never could be so forward, especially not with you. But I think I gotta." 

Was this really happening? You felt light-headed all of a sudden. Did you fall asleep during the movie?

But his touch was grounding. 

You could feel the calluses on his fingertips. 

"I'm," he began, voice trembling. "I've been. In love with you. For a really long time." 

Floored. 

Maybe you were dreaming. Your Ted wouldn't be looking you directly in the eyes, professing his feelings to you, the blush on his face clear as a bad vocalist underneath the ugly fluorescent lights of the bathroom. Your Ted wouldn't be still holding your hand as if it was the most precious thing in the world. Your Ted didn't see you as anything other than a great pal. 

… Right? 

Wait, no, your Ted was still talking. 

"A - and I know this is really sudden and you're not obligated to return anything because obviously it's kinda awkward because we're best friends and it's gonna change everything -- I like everything, but -- " 

If he could be so brutally forward, it was probably your turn to do so too. 

"Ted." 

His mouth snapped shut. 

"Ted," you repeated, face flaming. "I love you too." 

There. Years of feelings all expressed in Four. Simple. Words. 

For a moment, he looked like a fish; mouth opening and shutting uselessly. 

Then, you were pulled into a bear hug. 

Nothing unfamiliar, but this time, it was somehow so much different. Automatically, your hands were around his neck, and his around your waist, and together you stood there for a while. Rocking a little. No words necessary to convey what you were both thinking. 

Finally. 

[33max]

hello! im just wondering lil something :) would you be open to writing something about little max but since daniel is away because of his wrist maybe someone else looking after him when he is little maybe someone like lando or someone who he is close with? :)

“My daddy is in the hospital,” is the first thing that Max says to Brad when he lets himself into the apartment that Max shares with Daniel.

It’s a shock. That Max is little.

Alone and little.

They were supposed to be going on a run, that’s why Brad is here after all, and he has no idea how long Max has been like this.

The little is sat on the rug in the middle of the floor, Mr Roar in his lap, Soup at his side, and plenty of other plushies scattered around him.

“Hi buddy,” Brad says, greeting him normally. His eyes scan the apartment for anything out of place but apart from the plushies all over the living room, everything looks normal. He can’t have been small for too long then.

“Daddy is in the hospital,” Max tells him again. Before adding “in Spain!” as though that is a very important piece of the puzzle. Max’s bottom lip is wobbling and he’s brought his hands up to rub at his eyes, Brad isn’t surprised that he’s a little emotional, he has been so brave to be here alone without Daddy or anyone to help.

Brad crouches down beside him on the rug, opens his arms, and within seconds Max is pressed against him. Desperate for comfort.

“You’re right, he is! Does Daddy know you’re here with me?” Brad asks, suspecting that this is an involuntary drop. That Daniel won’t know Max is little.

“No,” Max sniffles.

“Shall we call him?” Brad offers, running a hand through Max’s hair in a soothing gesture. Max’s cheek is smushed up against Brad’s chest, so Brad feels it when Max nods his head in answer to the question. Max’s hands are pawing at Brad’s shirt and he’s crying silently now, desperate to speak to his Daddy.

Brad has Daniel’s number saved in his phone for emergencies, he supposes this probably qualifies as an emergency, so he taps the FaceTime button and lets it ring.

“Hey,” Daniel says when he answers, a frown etched on his forehead. Brad has never called him before. “Is everything okay?”

“Daddy,” Max whines. Now that he’s heard Daddy’s voice he’s scrambling for the phone, prying it from Brad’s hand to see Daniel.

“Oh Maxy,” Daniel’s face falls. That tells Brad all that he needs to know, Max has involuntarily dropped all by himself.

“I miss you,” Max tells Daniel. He’s holding the phone way too close to his face so he has the best view of his Daddy, Brad is pretty sure all Daniel can see is Max’s nose.

Brad listens as Daniel talks to Maxy, tries to reassure him and bring out the playful happy boy that they both know and love. It works, because Max is charging around the apartment with Brad’s phone now, showing Daniel his plushies. The boats outside. The weather. Everything.

“Can you put Brad on the phone, Maxy Max?” Daniel says eventually, and Max comes trotting over to Brad, dropping down into Brad’s lap so they can both speak to Daniel.

“Hey,” Brad says, he’s pretty sure he knows what Daniel is going to say, but he doesn’t want to overstep. He’ll let Daniel ask him.

“Do you mind staying for a while?” Daniel asks, “I can’t- the thought of him alone…”

The answer is yes. Obviously. Brad mentally rearranged his entire week the moment he walked into the apartment.

“Of course!” Brad assures. “We’ll have a good time, won’t we Maxy?”

“Yes!” Max nods at the camera. “I will show Brad my paints!”

That makes Daniel laugh, even if it’s slightly distorted by Max’s thumb covering the speaker of the phone.

“Good luck, mate!” Daniel says to him, and then “Maxy be good for Brad, yeah? And show him where all of your things are…”

“I will, Daddy,” Maxy says seriously, “I will miss you every second until you is home.”

Brad runs his hand up and down Max’s back, trying to soothe the boy.

“I will miss you every second too,” Daniel replies, his eyes soft. “I’ll be home soon, darling.”

[thomawifey]

Hi!! I hope everything is going well for you!!

I was wondering if I could request a Ranpo or Poe x reader. Like maybe the reader drunk calls them and confesses in the middle of the night? Only to try and play it off the next day. Only for the reader to be horrible at playing it off?

drunk confession

pairings: edgar allan poe x reader

contains: ooc, fluff, mentions of alcohol

wc: 850

a/n: HAI ANONN!! so sorry if im late </3 also sorry for not posting, i've been really busy+ writers block but I AM BACK~ (not proofread)

Poe and You were simply just friends, a close one to be exact. Some people might think you guys are dating because you tease or flirt with him too much, but you just like doing it did you?, Poe knew about that.

The bar was a bit crowded, drunkards everywhere. You were out late at night, sitting alone. You brought the whiskey to your lips, taking a sip of it.

After drinking a lot, you're a bit tipsy now– well, drunk actually. You continued to drink more releasing stress you have in your mind.

Everything was spinning, you couldn't comprehend what was happening at this point.

“My head fucking hurt so bad..” you murmured, bringing out your phone.

Scrolling down your phone, you found his number, Edgar Allan Poe.

Not realising what you're doing, you called his number which he answered.

“n-name? it's 11PM, what do you need?” Poe stuttered, a bit worried why you were calling him this late.

“Wanna– hic hear something?”You muttered, taking another sip.

'Oh, the bar.' Poe thought to himself.

He does know about your alcoholic side.

He muttered a 'yes', holding the phone with both of his hands now.

Your lips turned into a smirk, before confessing something–

“I love youu~ did ya hic know what?” you confessed with confidence, the whiskey still in your other hand.

You swore you heard him let out a 'yelp' in shock. Was he not expecting this? Or your stupid teasing was not enough hints?

“U-um.. I– I dunno how to confess but hic yeah.. I love you.. a lot, Poe. Night–”

Before Poe replied to your confession, you hung up on him first. He was a bit disappointed that you didn't wanna hear his answer. On the other hand, you stood up, waving goodbye to the bartender before leaving the bar.

In the morning, you woke up and continued your morning routine like everyday except you took some meds to freshen up.

On the way to work, you opened your phone to see a message from Poe.

[23:54] Poe: Goodnight, name.

[07:35] Poe: Don't forget about the meeting today, see you.

'Pfft- why did Poe say goodnight, what happen–'

Right before you thought about something else, a sudden realisation hits you. Poe? Like Poe you confessed to last night? Yeah, you're definitely not gonna see his face today.

Upon meeting him, you didn't even dare to see his eyes nor face.

'This is just embarrassing, imagine confessing to someone and not even dare to talk to them aga–'

Your mind snapped back to reality, hearing someone called out your name.

“N-name, are you okay?” he asked sounding a bit worried.

He was worried that you didn't look at him at all, and because of last night. Should he be the one bringing this up?

You nodded your head, looking at anything but him.The tension was awkward, both of you sitting in front of each other not saying a word. It was always you leading the conversation but this time was different.

Poe took a deep breath preparing himself to ask you about last night, before you stopped him.

“So.. um, about your novel yesterday? Have you finished it? Haha..” you chuckled awkwardly, eyes still not on him.

“Ah, yes! About the novel, I almost finished writing it, would you perhaps be the first one to read?” he said in excitement, bringing out the novel which was half done.

Nervousness was still with you, thinking of a way to dodge talk about last night. You agreed to read his novel mystery, and he gave you it.

Right before you read it, Poe spoke about it. About last night.

“name.. a-about last night..” he murmured quietly, while your body tense up a bit hearing it.

Putting down the book, you brace yourself to look at him that got him a bit nervous. The tension was sure getting more awkward.

“Right, about last night. I- uh..” you tried to think of the right word for it, not wanting to make a misunderstanding.

While thinking, you felt soft hands intertwined with yours, it was Poe’s.

“Look, I– feel the same as well..”

Within a moment your eyes went wide, a bit shocked by his answer. Did he really love you back or was it just a pity?

While thinking, you felt soft hands intertwined with yours, it was Poe’s.

“Look, I– feel the same as well..”

Within a moment your eyes went wide, a bit shocked by his answer. Did he really love you back or was it just a pity?

“So, does this make us official now or?”

You asked bravely, waiting for his response.

You didn't want to force Poe into a relationship with you, you know there's always the right moment.

Poe gulped before mumbling out a small 'yes'.

Poe swore he could feel the happiness through your eyes and when you gripped on his hands more.

“Ah– I'm also sorry for uh.. trying to dodge about last night.”

“It's okay, name..!” he gave you a soft smile, that gave you butterflies.

He was just too perfect for you.

live laugh love poe guys (THANK U ANON FOR THE REQUEST ILY U REMOVED MY WRITERS BLOCK BLESS YOU.)

[shrek-ellie]

is there any way you can write a cute story about bella coming home and surprising reader because reader didn’t think bella was coming home for another month

Hii yes ofc:) thank you so much requesting this. Bella uses they/them pronouns now so I will be doing that and as of yn she uses she/her. I really hope you like this<3 im sorry if this was bad or too short im still a new writer and a not very good one.

Its been a lonely and boring few weeks without my partner Bella, long distant relationships are always a struggle for me. I need to be in their arms, I need their reassurance, their kisses, their warmth. 

I think they know that too, they could easily find someone else better than me even tho they say they could never.

“Well im gonna go to sleep now baby.” Bella giggles while saying “wait nooo im gonna miss you, I don’t want to wait any longer too see you” I pout, this isn’t fair. They’ve been so busy with their filming and I  could never be more proud I just wish they put a tiny more time for me as selfish as that sounds. Bella just giggles as they tell me they love me then continue to hang out, im so inlove with them its insane.

Ive been laying in bed for hours just checking the clock, Bella must already be asleep cuz they haven’t answered any of my texts. I’ve always had sleeping problems especially without Bella, we would usually take night walks or make food together too help me sleep, so I decided im gonna maybe making noodles would help me. i checked the clock on the stove and its already 2:30 am, I get everything I need out and sit on the counter waiting for the water to boil. While im in the middle of stirring I see headlights thru the window, God im about to get murdered aren’t I. I sit there in silence checking my phone to see if any friends texted me, no one did. 

I head the front door unlock and see Bella turn their head around the corner “OH MY GOD BELLA?” I screamed almost falling off the counter running to them. "surprise!" Bella said giggling and quickly dropped their bags and caught me in their arms. I quickly wrap my arms and their neck pecking them with kisses all over. “I missed you so so much baby” they say while giggling.” I thought I had to wait a whole month to see you I was gonna go like actually insane” I say tilting my head causing Bella to laugh and bite their tongue as I put everything that was on the stove in the fridge to eat tomorrow. “Well I just missed you too much, and plus we finished way earlier then expected so why not suprise my lover, cmon lets go to bed.” They grabbed my hand dragging me into the bedroom kissing me softly. I love them so much.

Im sorry I felt this this was really bad I hope you liked it:(<3

[sundropdaevon]

IM CHANGKYUN - CONFESSION

he's just chill

was probably enjoying being single until he got a glance at you in a hotel he was staying at for vacation

boi was hooked

he tried to follow you in the midst of the hotel bar's crowd

then, he caught up to you

grabbing your wrist and twirling you around as the music was matching the atmosphere between you two

that's when he truly fell for you

yeah, cliche but its the romantic side of kyunnie, c'mon!

so from there, he tried to ask you out

you didn't have anything tying you down to say no to him, so you said yes (i swear if you'd say no to him grrr)

starting from that night, you two always went out on dates

he was trying to get to know you and you the same

and everytime, he falls for you even harder

he'd become clingy and would start to joke and tease you

you could say that from all those dates you had with him, he had built up his confidence to really ask you out to court you until you agree to become his

hed probably realize that when he's on a date with you tho

then hed suddenly say, "oh y/n, i have somewhere else i need to be"

you'd be shocked because of the speed when he ran out the doors

youd be there dumbfounded and just paid for the bill and went home

After a few weeks, hed be out of reach most of the time

Yeah, another cliche romantic stupidity, but how else can Changkyun prepare if you're going to keep buzzing his phone

So, he has no choice but to turn it off frequently within the whole week

Also, for sure he's going to choose to talk to you rather than achieving his main goal to surprise you

And then, he called

You were surprised to see his name with the ringing on your phone

You answered it and he told you to come to the hotel where you first met, but this time, the event hall

You knew it was an event, so you went there all dressed up, right for the occassion that awaited you

When you got to the doors of the event hall, you looked around the room

Flowers were scattered, lights were dimmed, only the fairy lights remained on

And in front of you was a carpet leading to the man behind all this

IM CHANGKYUN

you started walking towards him and he did too

You both met in the middle of the isle-like way, now staring intensely at each others eyes

You could feel the love that Kyunnie has for you, that luring stare, the agaped lips, and his whole outfit just matching everything

As you observed him, breaking the staring contest you two had, eyes wandering to his hands

From observation, you could tell that he's nervous

You took his hands out of initiative and carressed them

He couldn't talk, so you tried to guide him

"So, what were you going to say to me?"

"Uhm, uhhh...i- i"

"You?...what?"

"Damn it! I like you y/n!"

"Yeah, seems like it"

"Do you not like me too?" Boi would start to have tears in his eyes, so far from the character that he wants to embed in your mind

"Is this why you were not answering my calls and messages?" You tried to avoid the question, somehow teasing IM because you were seizing the moment on him

"You're avoiding the question, you must not like me back...that's okay I can just pack up and you can bring home the food i prepared and maybe can we just go back to being fri-"

You cut him off, making his eyes widen and body frozen

"Screw it, stop talking! I like you too!" You shouted and kissed him intensely like you were so pissed from his babbling

Within the kiss, you could feel his hands go through your hair then on your neck and another to your waist, pulling you closer

You both then broke off with the kiss and gave each other reassuring smiles that this wasn't a dream, this was real

[joyandeggs]

OK I REALLY HOPE THAT YOUR WRITING REQUESTS ARE OPENN

i saw ur writing with knuckle and shoot, and im fan girling so hard right now 😭😭

(tw!!) been going through a tough patch recently. if you could maybe write head canons on how they’d react if their significant other attempted suicide, i’d be forever in your debt 😔

TW: Talking about sad stuff, suic*de, intrusive and depressing thoughts

Hey! I saw this the other day, and...can I just say how thankful I am? For you checking out my writing, and for wanting to message me. Seriously, thank you so much.

I am so sorry you have been going through a tough patch lately. To be completely honest, so have I. A lot has happened to me the past year or so, and it hasn't been that great. I get too deep into my own head, overthinking everything and letting awful intrusive thoughts take me over. Depression tries to get the best of me, especially when I genuinely feel like the world would be better if I was not here. That I have no purpose in life, that my loved ones really do not love me like I do them, that nobody would ever even care about me. All of that is not true. It is not true for you, and it is not true for anyone reading this who needs to hear reassurance right now. Absolutely not. I have been doing much better than what I was for a long time now, despite the new year personally getting to me. Life for me right now is just...unfullfilling, conflicting, and stressful. Hopefully, I will get through my own rough patch. It just takes time. In the meantime, I have been sticking to making my own happiness, taking it one day at a time, and trying to stay positive. It is what it is.

I will keep you in my thoughts. ❤️‍🩹

You Are Not Alone

Knuckle

Knuckle has had his fair share of his own awful thoughts. With his unspoken past, what all he has been through growing up and making his way to become a highly ranked Beast Hunter, he has come a long way to get to where he is now.

Seeing you attempt anything leaves him wide eyed, panicking over your safety. Heartbroken, shaky, holding onto for dear life. At first, he doesn't know what to do or say, other than think of how could you possibly want to do something like that to yourself?! You are too good, too special and too important to him and to others-- But of course, he doesn't say that. He knows you, but he doesn't know what all you're going through. The best thing that he can do for you right now is, if you are comfortable with it, hold you to his chest and quietly reassure you with calming words that he can manage at the time.

"_____... Please know that I am always here for you. If you ever need someone to talk to, someone to sit with when your thoughts get to be too much, tell me. I don't care if it's the middle of the night or I'm in the middle of a mission, I will answer the phone if you call! ...You probably want me to shut up, huh? Heh, I can do that. I just want you to know how much you mean to me. How much I love you. Alright?"

Shoot

Shoot knows of these feelings well, and it breaks his heart to hear and/or see someone else going through the same. He has been through so much throughout his life, the struggles of becoming a Hunter, losing his arm, becoming stronger physically and mentally...

The moment he sees them attempt something life threatening makes him act fast. Don't. One word, and he is holding onto you, your hand, your face, or hugging you to his body. At first, he is going to awkwardly stand there and hesitate what to do, but that's just because he wants to know what he can do for you. He doesn't want to make you feel uncomfortable or anything by doing something you wouldn't want (if you prefer a bit of distance compared to actual touch and closeness.) Shoot just wants what's best for you. That being said, he will softly talk to you in order to distract you from any further bad thoughts.

"I am so sorry you're going through all of this. I know how hard it is. Trust me. I...I struggle with the same thoughts. You're not alone, _____. We'll get through this together. If you ever need anything, I will always...always be here for you."

[transfemlogan]

Instagram Feb 2023. More of my sides stuff from IG that I 4got 2 post :P

I have no spoons to copy everything word for word so I will just simplify it all.

Colour schemes:

I didnt originally plan to make them colours of the rainbow like how the Sanders Sides +c!Thomas are, that was a very recent idea.

I am orange, Maddox/Impulse is red, Memphis/Egotism is pink, Melvin/Compassion is green, Medusa/Creativity is cyan & I recently made Mercury/Paranoia yellow. Maven/Fatigue is probably going to be purple & I don't have another side to make indigo.

[Non-coloured text: I am orange, Maddox/Impulse is red, Memphis/Egotism is pink, Melvin/Compassion is green, Medusa/Creativity is cyan & I recently made Mercury/Paranoia yellow. Maven/Fatigue is probably going to be purple & I don't have another side to make indigo.]

Symbols/logos:

My sides' logos r all over the place, instead of being on their chest like (most of) the Sanders Sides :P

Melvin's logo is two hands interlocked & it's a patch on his battle jacket. Its place on his heart.

Madds' logo is like the boom emoji (💥) or explosion. It is placed on the sides of its big combat boots.

Medusa's logo is like. An eyeball. Painbrush. This will change idk what i was thinking originally NDHSKFNFB. Kits logo is placed on the front of kits overalls pocket.

Maven's logo is a bunch of Zs like a sleeping person would be given in art (💤). It's placed on the largest pin on their beanie.

Memphis' logo is a pink, handheld mirror. It is one of the charms on her phone.

Mercs does not... have a logo design. & the logo is either on the back of Mercs' shirt or on one of Mercs' bracelets.

Relationship dynamics:

All my sides get along relatively ok & good. If the Sanders Sides wont love each other then MINE WILL!!!

The only sides that have a somewhat rough relationship is Mel & Madds. Mel, being compassion, wants 2 hear everything 1st in any sort of conflict & tends 2 have a more unbiased view on everything. He is still incredibly supportive & kind regardless of his personal opinion. He is like... Making soup 4 everyone and wanting to help as many people as possible.

Madds, on the other hand, being impulse & a lot of my ""negative"" violent feelings, refuses 2 hear ANYONE out. It will hold a grudge til the end of the earth even if it doesnt know the whole story. As soon as some sort of conflict happens it is choosing the Worse answer imaginable regardless if it even fits the situation ("did that guy just bump into you? We have to kill them" "im sure it was an accident—" "it absolutely Was Not").

OBVIOUSLY. THEY DON'T AGREE MOST OF THE TIME DNSHDKDN. Mel is like "lets talk this out. Communication is important!" & madds is like "Everyone here is wrong except for me. Lets kill them all now."

(They still will bend over backwards for each other if needed)

Maven's trait is fatigue bcuz i have CFS/ME*, though they also represent any sort of fatigue(??) Im. Unsure how to explain. Back in middle schopl before I developed CFS/ME, it was a lot of suicidal/depressive fatigue. It can also be executive dysfunction or autistic shutdowns/meltdowns. ETC whatever u get it.

They're the like. Apathy I feel? I do not experience empathy or sympathy (most of the time) & being aro, ace, and apl, and loveless I tend to not feel Normally. I am also autistic & have alexithymia. THIS IS HARD 2 EXPLAIN BCUZ I AM LOW ON SPOONS. ASK ME LATER OF UR STILL CONFUSED. I DONT KNOW.

WHATEVER. Because Maven is fatigue/apathy/etc they don't really care abt any1 around them. That's melvin's job! They're too busy sleeping in their wheelchair or on the floor. They aren't mean or anything, they're just apathetic & sleepy.

Memphis only cares abt himself but bcuz all the sides + me r Technically Also Him he kind of has 2 care 4 evry1 else. Though, if warranted, she would literally push us off a cliff to save herself (she would also push us off a cliff 4 no rzn).

Medusa likes to cling to Memphis like a baby koala bcuz I think I am TOO talented for my own good . Hence why creativity hangs around egotism.

Mercs likes to run to Madds or Maven bcuz my delusions, obviously, make me violent & afraid & i am actually pretty apathetic & chill in regards to my hallucinations. ALSO NOT MENTIONED IN THE STORIES, Mercs also hangs around Memphis since I have delusions abt being the most popular person on the planet & being better than everyone else & ETC.

*ALL my sides have CFS/ME. They ALL are autistic, have ADHD, schizophrenia, POTS, & all my other disabilities & neurodivergencies. It doesn't make sense to me (+ makes me a little uncomfortable) to have a single side represent my disabilities/NDs. My disabilities are not One Part Of Me, they are All Of Me.

In regards to Mercury/Paranoia, all my sides experience delusions & hallucinations, Mercs just experiences Most of it. Xe also represents more than just paranoia. In regards to Maven/Fatigue, all my sides are physically disabled and have CFS/ME & POTS, Maven just experiences the most of it & represents more than just fatigue.

[masterweasel]

Villainous fic. Children of the chorus

Chapter 1. The cat dance

TW: Blood, Death, Fire.

Feel free to correct some of this, english is not my first language.

Sumary: A van stops in the middle of the forest...

Summer nights in the forest near Saltmont city. The warm brezee moved the branches of the pine trees, as animal avoided the road just to not be hit by a car or a truck.  

A white van was parked at the side of the pavement, just beside a yellow sign that warned about a deer crossing.

The lights of the vehicle were off, but that didn't seem to bother the passagers, who weren't there for any short of emergency; they were just waiting.

Outside of the van, a lady with really pale skin, was looking at her cell phone with her grey eyes, as her nebulous black hair fell on her back. Her slim figure showed a belly that revealed she was pregnant. She was outside of the door of the co pilot, while the driver was sleeping inside the vehicle. The man who was driving, a muscular blonde guy, was sleeping so soundly that drool was dripping at the side of his lips, as he snore in his seat.

Inside, in the van's trunk, sleeping alongside a bunch of wine boxes and Ritz crackers packages, was a young lad with a black sleeveless sweater. His hoodie, for were you could see two fish fins comming out from the place the ears were supposed to be, was over his white hair, as he slept with his feet on one of the wine boxes and his arms crossed.

Now in the backseat, there was baby girl with blonde hair and little freckles in her cheeks, as her green eyes watched another young man with a pointy nose and white hair writting down a number in a notepad.  

- What number is this? - he asked

- theee… - said the girl   raising three finger

Then he wrote a 2

- Good Minerva, good. What number is this

- dos - she said, making the guy raise his eyebrow.

- Well Minerva, that, really good. And how much is 12560 per 75?- he smirked, obviously trying to make a joke.

- Nine hunded fofty two thousand - answered the baby

The guy just went silent for a second, take his cell phone, then open the calculator, looked at the number and let out a long sigh.

- You know Minerva? I'm surprised you can manage so much numbers and be unnable to pronounce the letter "r" correctly at the same time.

- hihihi - laughed the girl with her hands on her mouth. 

- You sure are your father's daughter, if you ask me. 

The young man lay down in the seat as the little girl, Minerva, made a face.  

- I suppose you are as bored as everyone else here - said the guy. 

- Yeh...

- What else do you wanna do?  

-  I dunno... 

The toddler looked at the window, the guy who was alongside her seemed concerned.

- Is everything alright?

-  Whes my daddy? Wasn't he outside? - she asked.  

- Im not sure, maybe he went to the forest to do some things

- He went to get the dess the woman who smelled like tea put me into?

- No, your dress is in the house we visited earlier... and you have a pretty strange wat to refer to my mother - dijo el chico de forma confusa - My mom smells that much to tea?

The lady outside look at her commarade, who had the window opened, and just raised her shoulders. The girl continued.

-When I'm going to use the dess?

- When I get married Minerva, you are the flower girl. 

- And when ade you going to mawy?  

- Maybe Some time after Penny's babies born, but to be honest, the bride and I are hoping on a NEVER for our wedding date.  

- Oh, Zeke - said the woman outside.  

- What?! Im begin serious here Penny! Usagi and I became friends, but that doesn't mean we like each other enough to agree in this "non negociable arrangement between our families"

- Even if you like begin with her?

- Of course, me becoming buddies with her is not the same thing you have with "Mr. Saul-I-snore-like-a-truck" - said the young man as he pointed out the blonde guy who was still sleeping in front of the vans steering wheel - Is like having a Victorian family that's trying to marry you with your closest cousin, c'mon!

- Well, Usagi's father already gave you both advice; "at least you are ok with each other, is a matter of time for you to want to explore more"

- Bruh, I feel like we are going to have trouble when they start to demand grandchildren. 

- Well, you can try an IVF. 

- Yeah, that could do it.  

The white haired youngster sighned, and in that moment, the little girl pulled his plaid shirt.

- I know what I wanna do, sing to me the song about the cat's dance.

- Again? I already sang it for you like, 4 times in this journey.

- Yeh, again pwease!  

- … Ok, but only because my mother basically bought you here … 

The young man started to sing to the girl.

Un gros chat se rendit au bal (A big cat goes to a dance)

Tikiti tom tikiti tom

Un gros chat se rendit au bal (A big cat goes to a dance)

Tikiti tom ti day

The little girl smiled and giggled 

Un gros chat se rendit au bal (A big cat goes to a dance)

A pris ses bottes et son cheval (Takes his boots and his horse)

Me cax macari duck and a dil

Tikiti tom ti day

Inside the forest, two people were walking side by side, both of them covered from head to toe, even in the middle of the summer. The shortest of them both had their hands in their pockets, as the other carried a plastic container full of gasoline in their left hand.

Au bal des chats et des souris (Is the dance of the cats and the mice)

Tikiti tom tiki tom  

Au bal des chats et des souris (Is the dance of the cats and the mice)

Tikiti tom ti day

And between the trees, the two strangers found a little cabin.

Au bal des chats et des souris (Is the dance of the cats and the mice)

A pettit pas, rondes and quadrilles (little steps, rounds and quadrilles)

Me cax macari duck and a dil

Tikiti tom ti day 

Inside the cabin, a man with a jacket that showed a world with wing logo was frenetic. He was trying to make a computer work faster, but with no use. The moment they noticed the two people outside, he knew he was toast.

In the same place, a man with blondish hair and a super hero costume was looking through the window in despair.  

- Did you already sent it? 

- No!

- Grrr… I'm... I'm... I'm going to distract them - the superhero clearly was tembling  

- Are you crazy?! They are going to end you!

- I can take them both! Or at least fight them for enough time for you to send the info. I know others could take them, at least for a moment... I... I need to try.

The other saw in desperation as his mission companion went out the cabin to try and confront the two strangers.

Hey souris, veux-tu qu’on se marie? (Hey Mouse, you wanna marry?)

Tikiti tom tikiti tom 

Hey souris, veux-tu qu’on se marie? (Hey Mouse, You wanna marry?)

Tikiti tom ti day 

Inside the van, while everyhting was happening, the young lad with the mohawk hair was still cheerfuly singing, while the girl was claping.

Hey souris, veux-tu qu’on se marie? (Hey Mouse, you wanna marry?)

J’ai de l’or et du credit (I have gold and money)

Me cax macari duck and a dil

Tikiti tom ti day

The man of the jacket just got 3% of the information he ment to send to it's destinatary. In that moment he heard a scream and then a tud. The lifeless body of his commarade fell on the floor, with a broken neck and blood coming out of his mouth and nose.

He mutter something before he unplug the computer; he knew he was alone againts those two, and if a guy with super strenght could not take them down, he knew he was toast.

And they were there already, in the door of the cabin. Both of them looking at him with their face covered by a gas mask, one with a hoddie with a smiley face and the other with their hands full of blood. Gloves in the hands of his attackers.

Cold sweat began to run down his forehead.

Je ne veux pas me marier (I dont want to marry)

Titiki tom tikiti tom 

Je ne veux pas me marier (I dont want to marry)

Tikiti tom ti day

Smoke began to rise in a side of the forest as Zeke finished his song.

Je ne veux pas me marier (I dont want to marry)

Je veux courir dans les bles (I want to run in the wheat fields)

Me cax macari duck and a dil 

Tikiti tom ti day 

Little Minerva was giggling as Penny look at both of them in the window.

- Is a funny song, who taught it to you? - Penny asked.

- My mom, ironicaly, is about a mouse who doesn't want to be married to a rich cat. Who will guess 20 years later my mother will do the same to me, trying to set me up with the daughter of our family friends.

- I vould need to mawy if i head the song? - asked Minerva.

- What? No! Is more a thing of my family- Zeke told her - I don't think the doctor will resort to do something like this, I guess.

The sound of footsteps interumpted Penny and Zeke's chat, as the gas mask guys aproach the van with the empty container.

- Did you need me to wake up Saul? - asked Penny.  

- Just for him to help us with a shovel

- Did you guys manage to find the people you told us about?

- Yes, but I'm worried about the info the manage to filter to their superiors. I knew this before hand when we discover them, and I guess we will need to deal with them in a way or another.

- Hello daddy - waved Minerva to the guy with the smiley face sweater.  

- Oh, hey baby girl, how are you? - asked the man.

- I'm boded, can we go now? 

- Just wait a minute Mimi, I just need to clean up a bit.

- Meh, go ahead without me - said the other masked figure, with a femenine voice - I'll stay here with Mimi.

The second person took the gas mask from her face, and her blood soaked sweater, revealing a young lady with long, green hair who was wearing a pair of jeans and a metal band t-shirt.

- Ok, ok, Demencia, just give me those so we can get rid of them.

As Demencia gave the clothes to the doctor, Penny went to the drivers seat and tapped the window three times. The blonde guy, Saul, woke up suddenly.

- Wha-What's happening?!

- Saúl, they went back.

- Oh, ok.  

Saul stretched, and went out of the car.

- Ok Penny, time to work for me and for you get inside. Your ankles must be hurting for standing there for so long.

- I just went out because my hips were hurting- she said with a embarassed smile and a sweatdrop

- … Bruh, I feel the twins will be a menace when they born, but who forced us… - said Saul while combed his hair with his hand. 

The blonde open the trunk, and told the youngster with fins to wake up.  

- Uhm, what? Are we there yet? - he said half sleepy

- No Ghoul, I need a shovel..

- A… - the youngster scratched his head - Oh, yes, a shovel… 

Ghoul moved some boxes and gave Saul a shovel covered with a trash bag.

- Hey Flug, I'm a bit confused - told Saul to the other man in a gas mask - Are you sure P.E.A.C.E is not going to search for them? It seems like the mission they were up to was important.

- I'm pretty sure they'll do, but would be difficult to them to actually gatter the information they wanted to show them. Either way, I'm pretty sure there's going to be a long time before they find their remainings - answered Flug.

- Mmmh…

- At least we facilitate you some of your usual job.

- That's nice, maybe we can rest in a motel before heading home - said the blonde

- You think we can go for a hot dog? - asked Penny. 

- That's a good idea too.

Like 25 minutes later, the van went on it's way as if nothing happened in the forest.

[rosemary130]

The Hidden Killer

The seconds passing reminded me how long the phones been recording live for my channel. Reminding me to tell the viewers of the recent tragic events.

"As you all know", I start to say. "There's been an attempted murder directed at me. Leaving behind scars all over my arms and legs". Rolling up my sleeve's, I raised my arms to the camera. To show the viewers the battle scar's I have to keep.

A user named HelloK1ty_13 commented if their was anyone else at the house.

"Nobody was at the house with me, my sister Casey left the day before the attack". If she stayed, I fear she would've gotten killed.

Another user named HoneyBear_03 asked if everything was alright and if I needed to see a therapist. I wasn't comfortable answering so I moved on.

"The reason why im here today is because your about to hear the story how i've almost gotten killed in my sleep".

Let us begin.

It was a normal day, I woken up and started my day. There was video's needing edited and uploaded, which would take up most of the day. But before I get to work, I need some coffee.

"Morning Hannah", Casey passed over a cup of coffee filled with Vanilla ice cream creamer.

"Did you get any sleep last night", she ask's.

"A little, maybe if you stay an extra night I could finally beat you".

Every year, we get together and play video games almost until one in the morning. This year we played Super Mario Cart. It was so much fun.

"I wish", Casey said. "Sadly I have to head back to Nevada".

I understand Casey has to go because of her pet dog Moose, but it would be nice if she stayed an extra night.

"I understand. You can leave at anytime you want". Before my cup was bone dry, she asks me if i've heard about the sleeping killer.

"Who's that"?

"The sleeping killer has been going around to people's homes and killing them in their sleep".

Who would do such a thing.

"Did the police ever catch him or her"?

Casey walk's over and places her cup in the kitchen sink to be washed.

"They never caught the killer, only the after math".

While Casey was getting her things packed up, I could only think about the poor victim's family and how much they are suffering.

I walked my sister out to her car before saying, "Well it was nice for you to come by".

Casey quickly gave me a hug before getting into her car.

Fast forward to the middle of the day, a notification went off on my phone.

"What did a celebrity do this time"? Half expecting someone like Taylor Swift saying she's dating Johnny Depp. But I was wrong.

There's been reports saying the sleeping killer was spotted around the area and everyone need's to lock their doors and windows. The message scared me so much that I paused my work and checked if everything was locked.

"I'm safe", a sigh of relief came out of my chest. I went back to my room to finish uploading the last video. After a few hours i've finally finished.

Shutting off my computer and cleaning off my desk, I could finally go to bed.

Most day's I don't even attempt to get dressed and sleep in the clothes im wearing. But I managed to find some short's and a t-shirt with the sleeve's ripped off.

When I finally went to bed, I couldn't sleep. All that was on my mind was the killer.

"Relax", I said to myself. "Your going to be fine".

Suddenly I woke up with an uneasiness in my chest. Then out of nowhere, a sharp pain went straight up my arms.

When I opened my eyes, I was greeted with a figure in a dark colored hoodie. Hovering over me with a knife stained red.

With all the strength I have, I tried pushing them off but all I got was cuts all along the side of my arms. The throbbing pain made me want to scream.

I managed to throw myself off the bed, increasing the pain from the know bleeding cuts.

The killer started to follow me when I tried to run. Before reaching the door, they grabbed my shoulder and threw me across the room. Making contact with a glass table, sending shards everywhere. The glass went into my calves and upper thigh. The glass felt like being stabbed with a thousand needles.

I've tried screaming for help, to get anyone's attention but all I heard was nothing but silence. It was just me and the killer.

"It's time for you to go to sleep", the voice sounded terrifying it raised goosebumps on my neck and arms.

The one factor I couldn't get out of my head was the voice sound's so feminine.

At first I thought about giving up. Maybe it's for the best.

But then I thought about my sister. Her laugh. Her smile.

Deciding it wasn't time, I quickly ran towards the kitchen to grab the sharpest knife I could find.

I could hear the killer making it's way around the corner to complete the mission. The mission of killing me.

They charged towards me with the knife, directing it at my chest. Thankfully I dodged the first blow.

With my hands gripping my knife, I tried slashing at anything I could reach. Despite blood coming from the killers sleeve, they weren't fazed.

The second attack they nicked my other arm. Making it bleed profusely. Then something in my brain clicked.

Running towards them, I pushed my knife into their chest.

One, they yelped in pure agony.

Two, blood began to pool out through the hoodie.

I kept stabbing them until they collapsed onto the floor dead.

Coming back to reality, I looked back to the camera.

Thousand's of viewers commented things like: WTF, what happened, did you call the police, and why did I kill them.

I didn't know how to respond.

I've been answering these questions hundred's of times to the police and the news media. I didn't know what to do.

So I told the viewers the truth.

"When you're in a situation of fight or flight, where it's live or die," I began, "choosing to stay alive was the best decision I ever made."

I paused for a moment.

Just before ending the live stream, a user named Bagels4life asked why the killer's voice had sounded so bizarre to me.

A smile, one that might be seen as sadistic and psychotic, crept across my face.

"Let's just say I didn't need another game night to beat my sister, Casey."

With a satisfying click, I turned off the camera.

[saszixmotylek]

Hej motylki dzisiaj dłuższy post i do tego po angielsku, czemu? A bo chciałam gdzie indziej wstawić i się okazało że nie mogę a nie chcę tego znowu godzinę pisać, mimo to odpowiedź byłaby mi mega pomocna, z góry dziękuję

My girlfriend (17) made a friend online (12), which I'll call Luna. My gf mentioned me (15) on a conversatins with her, they were talking a lot but one day, due to some family problems my girlfriend couldn't keep a contact with her for some time, she needed to delete an app that they were using to communicate. Luna found my profile and asked me after few hours if I knew what was happening, cause my gf wasn't answering her. So I've explained everything and she was really really nice to me, saying how good gf I am etc. which was kinda weird for me since we only knew eachother for few minutes but I ignored that. She also told me that she will be lonely for now on, since she didn't have any friends besides my gf and I felt bad for her so I decided to stay there until my gf could finally talk with Luna again. It took about 1-2 months. In this time she still was really nice but there were moments were she was saying stuff like 'Im so annoying' 'you probably hate me' ' you'll leave me like everyone else" that made me uncomfortable, I did feel bad for her but after hearing that many times with me saying that is not true i was just tired with that but I tried not to show it. She also was saying that if I don't want to talk or want to take break I can go and after that she was saying how much she don't like when people leave after saying that. I even heard that from her even when I had a lot of work to do which I explained to her few times. My last straw was when she said I can leave her for good and when I said that I don't want to go but if she wants to I can and said that if Im causing more overthinking for her then IT would be better for her (I did actually,not on purpose) she started saying that she will commit suicide if I won't be her friend, when I tried to convinse her she said things like 'you can go, I have my kn1fe with me', and I had to stay with her. After that I was just scared to tell her anything that I think because I through this will happen again. I finally told my gf about everything and we decided to think about that together. After some time since then she was able to go back there but only for one day, I had a hope that it'll be easier not to deal with it alone anymore but it didn't last long after that I decided to end this friendship for good with a help of my girlfriend, I've tried to tell her about everything as softly as I can, I sent her this message:

"Hey I wanted to tell you something, so .. your behavior sometimes is wrong, it can get manipulative to, you are saying things to make someone blame themselfs for it, for exemple you said that if I won't be your friend anymore you'll kill yourself which is manipulation, you do a lot of things similar to that and I'm sorry for that but I can't deal with it anymore, we can't be friends anymore "

She started sending me tones of messages saying not to leave her, to spend at least one last day, that why everyone can be forgived but her, that I promised I will stay, started spaming me and she started saying that she will k1ll herself, after 2 days and more than 1000 messages i blocked her but it didn't stoped her for good. She tried to talk to me on her other accounts with I also blocked, and she tried to do the same on another app, I didn't block luna there that quicly, she send me a lot of messages similar to those before, she even started calling in a middle on my class (lucky I had my phone on silent) but she've called me over 15 times in like 5 minutes I've blocked her there shortly after that. She messaged me again on previous app from here another account, saying as her friend that she run away from home and then she texted as herself again. After I blocked her there I didn't hear from her again. Until few weeks later, my gf had this app again so she could see if she had any messages from Luna, and she did had a lot of messages there but not as much as me. She also had this one message from luna's 'brother' saying that Luna k1lled herself.

I don't even know if she really did that or it's just another lie but I feel really bad for this whole situation. My gf says that I didn't do anything wrong but I feel that if she really is dead then that means I killed her...I don't know what to think about this all and what to do

Is this my fault she killed herself?