#ivan deserved so much better than what he got

[nums-bird]

"Thank you for being the victim of my shallow emotions"what if I crash out.What if I genuinely lose my mind and end it all rn?

[redrandomposts]

till narrowly missing ivan in every universe, either literally or figuratively, makes me giggle and cry at the same time AUUHSHSJSH if he was a regressor/reincarnator and og/alnst!till was watching his later incarnations, mans would be bald from tearing his hair out in frustration

"LOOK BACK MF LOOK BACK, YOU JUST MISSED HIM"

"THATS NOT WHAT HE MEANT AND YOU KNOW IT"

"NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO HAVE YOUR NTH SEXUALITY CRISIS, IVAN IS MOVING AWAY TOMORROW. MOVE IT"

and imagine his previous incarnations from other failed lifetimes watching the current lifetime with him and theyre all in the same frustrated state 😭

"can we PLEASE have one lifetime where we dont end up breaking his heart ? can we PLEASE—"

— 🌦️

HAHAHAHAHA LMAOOOOO

doomed lovers and tills watching it all happen, kicking and screaming

everytime an incarnation pops up in their little hell, he is kicked and beaten up and treated as a less-than-human being until the next one meets ivan. and then they're too focused watching how till (yes, that's you, a dumbass) misses every smile and glimmer of eyes and heartbreak that ivan shows.

"what the fuck?! what's he doing?! ivan is right there, don't go hitting on her - fuck! who is that idiot!"

"that idiot is you! do you remember how you made ivan your best man at your wedding?!"

"says the one had an arranged marriage with him then went to war and came home in love with a nurse!"

"all of you are idiots!"

and none of the tills know og till's backstory. most of the time he's writing songs and playing the guitar, as all of them do, but in a more extreme way. there's a little library with all the songs the tills have made, each shelf a different life. og till's is a whole bookshelf, but the ones about ivan only starts after he first appeared here.

(there's also the songs each and every ivan has made about till, for till, to till. those are treated much better than the ones the tills haphazardly throws into their respective shelves. they're encased in gold and glass, just as unattainable as ivan seems to be.)

extra reactions according to some of my aus (except it's all the bad ends and ooc??):

omegaverse

"...what the fuck?"

"WHAT'S A PHEROMONE?! ALPHA? THAT'S SO CRINGEY? WTF"

"GUYS!!! IVAN CAN BE PREGNANT-"

"-SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP-"

"holy fuck"

"it was indeed a fuck"

"did you know ivan could moa-"

"fucking hell we're all tills we're all here we all know!"

"BLOOD! GET A TISSUE YOU FREAK-"

"HALF OF US HAVE NOSEBLEEDS WDYM"

"please please please till hE IS PREGNANT-"

"..."

"what the fuck."

"HE'S DEAD?"

"guys i don't ever wanna get ivan pregnant if that's what's going to happen"

android au

"...he owns ivan..?"

"THAT'S NOT FAIR?? WHAT DID HE EVER DO TO DESERVE IVAN??"

"surely they fall in love, right?"

"don't fucking jinx it, you moron!"

"ivan's so cute... look! he's cutting the veggies into flowers!"

"hey! till! say thank you to ivan!!"

"ugh, can't he just get out the studio so i can see ivan??"

"till, can't you just be a stay at home musician?!"

"aww!! aren't those flowers in the stitching?"

"oh my god ivan hand sewed him clothes?!"

"that's not fair! ivan! you can't just give things to the idiot! or else!! ...or else."

"...you fucking jinxed it!!! ivan!!! you can't die!"

"how'd i know that they'd just shoot and never stop shooting?"

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH THEM??"

"i'll fucking BEAT THEM UP I SWEAR."

"??? why's he only just checked the cameras now since he got ivan?"

"...ivan's voice is so heavenly."

"..."

zombie au

"is it another boring one? haven't we already seen till and ivan have normal lives and drift apart or something else?"

"maybe this time, till will..."

"shut UP! CROW'S MOUTH, I SWEAR"

"nevermind that is nOT NORMAL FUCK"

"OH MY GOD HE IS ROTTING AND MOVING??"

"IVAN GET AWAY FROM THERE -"

"...ivan?"

"FUCK! HE DID IT AGAIN!"

"TILL YOU FUCKER GO BACK FOR HIM!!"

"...at least we still have ivan."

"...and till knows he loves ivan."

"...and they kissed."

".....oh fucking hell, why are you so happy?! ivan's basically till's dog! till doesn't deserve him!"

"well, as long as they cure ivan, they'll be together for real, right?"

"..."

"YOU FUCKING JINXED IT-"

"WHY'D THAT RANDO JUST SHOOT IVAN???

mermaid au

"oh my god he's a fish -"

"- ivan looks like a prince!"

"??? how can you be so rude to ivan!"

"why are his thoughts so weird? ivan's a human, not some pearl! he has dignity!"

"he's much better than some pearl, too."

"till knows he loves ivan, right??? surely??? with those thoughts..."

"i wanna see ivan's eyes...."

"i wanna see ivan's smile..."

"fuck! till, just speak to him god damnit!"

"oh my god!!! ivan!!!"

"??? where's his fishy parts?? ow, don't hit me-"

"...he looks so fine."

"hey! he's sixteen! you are definitely not sixteen, you fucking homewrecker!!"

"homewrecker?! i didn't cheat!!"

"you wrecked your and ivan's house life!"

"what?"

"where'd the letter come from??"

"how's there sea foam???"

"IVANNNN!"

"HE'S DEAD? JUST LIKE THAT?"

"HE DESERVED MORE YOU FUCKER-"

===

anyways im going to edit my masterlist to be better ig

[justkending]

On my nerves. (Steve Rogers One-shot)

Summary: Y/N and Steve have a complex relationship. On a busted mission, some conversation pieces come up that need to be solved.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Avenger)

Word Count: 3100+

A/N: I did a small poll on who I should write for next, and I got an even amount of votes, so I decided on Steve! I haven't written for him for a long time and thought it was deserved this long in. So enjoy these fluffy enemies to semi-lovers one-shot :)

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Steve watched, as if in slow-mo, as a knife passed his face and embedded itself into the chest cavity of a man close to getting the jump on him.

"So much for having this mission in the bag, huh?" Y/N's sly comment followed as she jumped from a banister down to the level Steve was on in the attic of an old church.

"The rule was no killing," Steve grunted in frustration as the man he had grasped by the neck fainted, and he tossed him to the side.

"Yeah, well, someone was going to die, and it was either him or the person who's supposed to be running this mission. You should be grateful I didn't choose the second option," she smirked, straightening her tactical vest as she scanned their surroundings. "What's the update?"

Steve could have reprimanded her more, as he was used to doing, but they were on a time crunch, and the men they were sent to take in under SHIELD's order hadn't gotten the memo of no killing.

"Masgood isn't here," he sighed, swiftly anchoring his shield to his back. "He must have gotten word we were coming and staged the place to look like he'd be here."

"Yeah, it seems to be his MO," Y/N sighed, bending as she dug through the pockets of the unconscious assailant.

"What are you doing?"

"Checking the body for clues, duh," she replied with a tone of disinterest. She paused, looking up at Steve. "I know this isn't your first rodeo, so why are you acting like it?" One of her forearms rested on her knee as she squatted over the body and dug through his pockets unbothered.

Steve rolled his eyes and shifted on his feet as look at the space. "Something feels off about all this."

"When does it not? We chase bad guys with evil and sadistic intentions as our career. I'd be worried if it felt right," she grunted softly as she stood up and moved to another body.

Steve moved to a window off to the side and looked at the street and environment below for any more clues.

Their target was a man in charge of a large human trafficking ring. Ivan Masgood. An infamous drug lord who started poking around in a new field of illegal activities. Like most felons, he had personal goons and connections that kept him close to untouchable, but SHIELD had plans to shut that down now that he was tapping into the stealing of innocent adolescents from the streets.

"I say we tie these idiots up for the agents that'll come clean up this mess and make our way to the restaurant down a few blocks. Looks like a good Mediterranean place," she sighed, walking over and leaning against a pillar behind the window where Steve was monitoring pedestrians.

Steve turned to her with an annoyed face, one that was a staple for their duo and eyed her.

"We're on a job. A job that involves a man who is taking advantage of innocent children."

"Yes, and we can't solve it on an empty stomach," she shrugged, pushing on the wood. "And this place is empty. We've handled the few goons here, and now we move on."

"Is it really that simple to you?" Steve huffed, crossing his arms as he turned to her.

"If by simple you mean the practiced next step, then yes. It is," she nodded with no hesitance, even with his stern glare fixed on her.

"You're impossible to-"

"Shhh," she hushed, raising her hand and slightly turning her head.

Steve knew better to question her when she did that. Her hearing was better than his most of the time. Her enhancements weren't far from his own, but sometimes they proved to be even more sensitive than his.

He mouthed a "What?" and she shook her head as a hint to hold on. A few moments passed before she shook her head and returned to reality.

"False alarm," she turned, looking at the only door in and out of the attic. "Help me tie these assholes up, and then we're getting dinner."

"Y/N," Steve started, but she ignored him and searched for rope or anything of length to keep them secure.

Three men tied up with both electric chords and Christmas lights were still unconscious as Steve called in the clean-up crew that was there minutes after Y/N and Steve were in the front of the church, giving a quick rundown of their mission.

"It was a 50/50 shot, Cap. Can't get too hung up on it," Rodney, one of the agents who had been working on the case with them, assured.

"Doesn't make it any less frustrating," Steve sighed before grunting at the pressure hitting his chest. He looked down to see Y/N holding a pile of clothes on his sternum.

"Change. We have a date," She grinned, already in street clothes herself.

He gave her a once over and noticed the small grin on Rodney's lips before he quickly walked away.

"Y/L/N!" Steve yelled after her as she turned and was already moving on to her next task. He groaned and slumped as he looked at the jeans and baseball Henley picked out for him. A hat and sunglasses paired on top.

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"Why are we here?" Steve grumbled under his breath as they sat in a booth at the Mediterranian restaurant that looked family-owned but had the ambiance of a well-off family—the two fit in a way that raised a few questions.

He wasn't sure how she had managed to drag him there, but either way, he was there, and something about Y/N orchestrating this entire meal left him confused.

"I haven't had a full meal since last night," she answered, staring at the menu before grabbing the waitress's attention as she balanced two plates in hand. "Can we get the drink menu, please?"

"I'll grab it on my way back," she smiled kindly, her voice accented with a Grecian tongue.

"Thank you," Y/N smiled back kindly and went back to the menu. "I heard their Sangria is amazing. And it's homemade."

"Y/N," Steve ground through his teeth. He was fed up with this side quest that served no purpose. "What are we doing here?" he articulated each word.

"Jeez, Cap. Get the popsicle stick out of your ass and relax some. We're just having dinner and waiting for the show," she responded, putting the plastic-covered menu down and throwing her arm over her side of the booth.

"What show-"

"Drinks?" a teenage boy who looked to be one of the owners' kids begrudgingly asked for their orders.

"I'll take water for now, and this one will have a double scotch neat to help ease his never-leaving glower," she smiled up at the kid, who just blinked at her, and Steve burned holes in her head from the side. "Water. We'll both do water."

"Right…" the kid grumbled, not bothering to write the order as he stalked off.

"You said this had to do with the case. That's the only reason I'm here," Steve intertwined his hands on the table and took a breath as he watched her. In truth, she had vaguely mentioned something about the case, and he ran with that one bullet point, which put him in this position.

"Tell me. How does one sign up to gain your trust? Do I have to jump in the line of fire a second time to get it, or is it like whoever gets your coffee order right without asking? Maybe something in between there?" she leaned forward on the table.

Six months ago, Y/N had jumped in front of a blast from a mutant's powers for Steve, and it had benched her for over a week with the aftereffects.

He hadn't expected her to make that kind of sacrifice, and he had been more than grateful and did his best to show it during her healing time and afterward. But at the end of the day, her snarky comments, struggle to stay professional, and blatant disregard for orders made it hard for him not to be aggravated when she did things.

"It's not trust as much as it's being out of the know for what the real reason for us being here is," he softly said when she looked at him with eyes that seemed to genuinely want to know why he treated her with little patience where he normally gave it freely. "I like to be informed."

She watched his eyes closely as if waiting for the but, but then she tensed ever so slightly, and her eyes flicked behind his shoulder casually.

"That's also known as trust. Not knowing the reasons but counting on the person putting you in the position that they wouldn't do it with ill intent. But if you want your answer, it's behind you. Careful how you turn," she said with a straight face as she looked out the window next to them.

Steve furrowed his eyebrow but discreetly twisted enough to see what she was alluding to.

There he was. Ivan Masgood. With four bodyguards around him and a few associates coming through the back entrance, one of the employees ushered him to a secluded corner for him and his posse.

When Steve turned back around, Y/N was on her phone as if just another customer waiting for their meal.

"How'd you-?"

"I'm good at my job despite what some think." Her comment wasn't missed by Steve, and he could hear the slightest bit of pain in her words. "I overheard some of his goons talking not so confidentially at the church. He stupidly gave away their Randevu point and mentioned a meeting with a potential contact while they waited for us to fall for the trap."

"Was it the two at the front door?" Steve questioned, thinking back to their infiltration of the church/ hideout.

"Yeah, dumb and dumber. I think they just got promoted cause the one who leaked this info bragged about being moved to guard his private residence." She put her phone away and fiddled with the paper wrapper from the straw as she explained. "I can promise if they figure out how we got the intel to come here, he will not be guarding any residence in the near future."

Steve was a little surprised. Y/N had always been good at her job. Hell, there was a reason she ran with The Avengers themselves. Super enhancements helped, but she'd always been more than resourceful in her spying, too.

But sometimes, he didn't see her as taking her job seriously, so when she got the jump on things before him, he felt bad for undermining her.

He monitored the place now that it was a possible environment for a fight. Taking note of the details like exits, number of people, tables, resources, and make-shift weapons if needed.

"Have you contacted Rodney?" he asked as he casually surveyed the place.

"Just messaged. They'll have a team a block away to go if needed," she nodded. "For now, we eat," she smiled overly brightly as the waiter came back over with their drinks.

They ordered, but Steve got the smallest appetizer only to make it less conspicuous as customers.

"Eagle's leaving the nest," Y/N hummed as she ate the last bite of her meal, and the group they had been monitoring walked toward the back alley.

Steve shifted in his seat just enough to see the exit, and they both nodded in confirmation of their next move. Y/N slapped down a wad of cash and shuffled out of the booth where Steve offered his hand, and they left out the front.

For the second time that day, Steve watched as a blade whirled past him, but this time, it implanted itself into the tire of an SUV in the back alley, followed by a loud pop.

The assailants hoping to make a getaway were out of a car now, and Steve had taken the advantage to knee the driver's side door where the man halfway in it, ricocheted his head off the frame and collapsed on the ground.

"On your left!" Y/N shouted as she rangled her own opponent, and Steve noticed another one of Masgood's men escaping.

Not wanting to lose his position since Masgood himself was still in the car he had cornered, he angled and calculated the right throw for his shield to take him down. And with the right aim…

"Fuck!" the man shouted before falling down to the concrete seconds after getting smacked in the temple with the vibranuim disc.

Steve turned after hearing Y/N grunt and saw that two of her attackers had cornered her and were getting a jump on her.

"Y/L/N!" he shouted, stepping her way, but she used another man's body as if a wall and walked her feet up his torso until she was backflipping and rendering them both helpless instantly.

"Rogers, Masgood!" she panted once back on her feet and pointed behind him.

Masgood had pulled out the other side of the car and was positioning a gun right at Steve. Everything happened so fast that Steve didn't know where the gunshot had landed after he ducked from the barrel.

A scream followed, and thinking his aim hit someone else, Steve looked around for the injured only to see Masgood holding his shoulder where the butt of a blade was jutting out.

"You fucking bitch!" Masgood turned his attention to Y/N, who had been smiling at her shot. He dropped quickly to grab the gun that fell out of his grip, but before he could get to it, Steve slid over the hood and tackled him.

"That's no way to speak to a lady," Steve gritted out as he pinned him to the ground and brought his hands around his back.

Any of Masgood's men that may have escaped the narrow alley had been caught by the backup team Y/N had set up a block away. By the time the fight was over, eight men were already in custody, and Masgood was locked in a contained SHIELD van.

After going through a briefing with Rodney, who had been instructing the team outside the alley, Steve and Y/N finally took a minute to breathe.

"Thanks for packing my shield," Steve said kindly as they moved to their SUV.

"Didn't want to have you fighting without your comfort item," she smiled but winced as she rolled her shoulder.

"You ok?" he stopped in his tracks, moving in front of her to keep her from going any further.

"I'm fine," she mumbled, moving her shirt sleeve and looking at her arm for the wound. "Just a scratch."

Steve didn't hesitate to shift the long sleeve to see the cut in the fabric and the blood that had soaked through it.

"You were supposed to get checked by the medics," he studied the injury, and she hissed at the pressure of his gentle touch, which was enough to sting.

"It's nothing a bandaid can't fix. Besides, it'll be a scar come morning," she tried to brush his hand off, but he gave her a stern look at the action. "Why are you so worried? I figured you could care less if I walked out with a katana protruding from my gut."

Her eyes refused to meet his, and he hated the feeling that overcame him at the idea that she thought he wouldn't be phased by something like that.

"That's not true," he said gently, his hand loosened its grip but didn't leave her arm.

"You sure as hell don't act any other way," she mumbled, looking at his hand and placing her own on his to try and remove it. "Seriously. You don't have to act like you care just cause you feel bad-"

"Y/N, I'm not acting," he turned her face to his, gripping her chin between his thumb and index finger. "I would never wish to see you hurt."

She didn't fight the hold he had her in, but she gave him weary eyes at his comment.

"Your words tell me otherwise, Steve." Her words were said with a form of hurt that he never pictured her holding.

"I'm sorry," he lowered his head every so slightly to catch her eye line better. "I'm sorry that I'm a hardass around you and make you feel like I'd rather see you hurt or injured than alive and well."

"I don't understand what I've done to-" she started and pulled her head back before he, without thought, pulled her arm he had a grip on into him, making her body crash into his.

She froze initially, but when his arms wrapped around her back, he rested his head on her. She sighed and fell into it. She needed that hug more than he realized.

"You get on my nerves, Y/L/N, but it's not in a way that I'd wish never to experience it again. I act like I can't stand it, but truthfully, I need someone to keep me in check the way you do," he muttered as he rested his chin on her head. "I'm sorry I don't give you the benefit of the doubt where you deserve it most."

"Why?" she mumbled into his chest.

"Honestly?" he hummed, pulling her back and looking at her still in his embrace. "I think it scares me how much I actually care when you drive me as crazy as you do."

Her eyebrows furrowed, and she turned her head at him.

"What do you mean, Rogers?" she said in almost a whisper.

"I mean, I can't wrap my head around how you constantly get on my nerves, but I like it."

There was a pause as they stared at each other, and her lips slowly curved.

"Steve. Are you confessing that you may actually like me?" she grinned.

He chuckled under his breath, making his chest vibrate.

"I'm confessing that we may have some things to figure out, I guess," he nodded, not feeling hesitant at surprisingly admitting that.

"Well, isn't that a 180 from how we started the day," she laughed, pulling back. "How about we stop for a sweet treat for this discussion that I'm definitely pulling you into when we get to the compound?"

"Am I going to regret confessing this?" he scrunched his nose but couldn't help the smile that followed.

"It's me. What do you think?" she shrugged, moving toward the SUV passenger side.

"Good to know our ways aren't changing much," he sighed, following behind her to open her door.

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[melonminnie]

HI HI<3

CAN I PLS REQUEST IVAN ,LUKA AND TILL WITH A S/O THAT'S ALWAYS HAPPY EVEN WHEN SHE GETS PUNISHED BY THE ALIENS AND THE ALIEN THAT OWNS HER . SHE'S IN DENIAL SO WHEN ANYONE ASKS HER ABOUT IT SHE SAYS '' ISN'T IT NORMAL FOR GUARDIANS TO PUNISH THEIR CHILDREN WHEN THEY MISBEHAVE , THEY ARE ONLY DOING THIS BCS THEY LOVE ME'' [SHE CALLS HER OWNER HER PARENT]

THIS IS ALL , LOVE YA<3

Tell me everything that you like ! ( Alienstage x fem! Reader)

-Tysm for requesting!! Luv u too <33

IVAN

“Ivan!” The girl screamed running towards her, in pure fright from her scream the black haired boy turned his attention and looked at the girl.

“Y/n” he smiled, “did ya miss me” she smiled once more, Ivan turned his attention towards the girls body for just a split second, she’d vanished for a moment after getting called by the pink alien who in this world owned owner ship towards her.

He quickly frowned once he noticed the amount of new bruises that had accumulated this time, “ Are you okay?” He questioned worried, “I guess so, but I think it was realllly upset this time” she cried staring at her hands.

“Do you want me to patch you up?” He questioned, if he didn’t know better he’d drag you, but the last time he did you cried because of how tightly he was holding you.

”there were a few minutes of silence, “Mmm..” she didn’t respond, “Y/n?” He diverted his attention to her face, “hey why are you smiling” he questioned again, “Why shouldn’t I?” She questioned back, “there were a few minutes of silence, “Mmm..” she didn’t respond, “Y/n?” He diverted his attention to her face, “hey why are you smiling” he questioned again, “Why shouldn’t I?” She questioned back.

“Obviously because you’re clearly injured you just got beaten didn’t you?” He questioned with slight anger, “I did but they probably did it for a reason no?.. If they think I deserve it then I probably do”.

Ivan held onto y/ns shoulders tightly and shakes them violently, “Are you in your right mind? Who told you they’re doing this because they love you they clearly don’t” she seethed still shaking the girl.

She didn’t respond she just continued smiling without a care of what just happened to her, “So you’re telling me, If I truly loved you I’d hit you then?” He replied to himself, she didn’t respond.

“Don’t just stare at me like that y/n respond for gods sake!” Ivan cried out, but he still wouldn’t get an answer this had happened many times he expected it. Yet it every time it will always frustrate him.

LUKA !

He’d encourage it without a second doubt he would, To him humans are pets made for aliens.

Precisely if you weren’t as obedient as you are you two wouldn’t even be together.

He would help with the healing but other than that he wouldn’t do much

TILL !

he’d be angry for many reasons, one he’d think your stupid for believing a blob could ever be close to your actual mother.

Two you actually calling it mother made him disgusted.

Of course he’d never say it to your face in fear of hurting your feelings, He just wants to protect you but he’s doing it all the wrong way.

He’d help with healing you and wouldn’t leave your side even if needed, He’d try to take the blame for you but it wouldn’t work either.

He’d much rather stick to your side instead of not having you by his side forever

This is so short I wrote this so late and I have other things to do so I hope u liked it <3333

[xkiralix]

Forgive and Forget

(Name) knew this was just an arranged marriage, a treaty between two mafias. Her father made a deal with the leader of the Russian mafia, Mikhail. She married him when she was 20, this was the deal; in exchange for having access to her father’s territory, Mikhail would protect her with his own life if he had to.

She knew there would be a possibility that her marriage would be miserable but hoped for the best. On her wedding day Mikhail was not very welcoming, but not mean either. He was just, there. He was so handsome, so him. It took only a year to conceive the twins.

When (Name) got pregnant Mikhail became so sweet and protective, everything was pretty much at her feet. She didn’t have to cook, clean, or even bath herself, everything was done by the maids. (Name) gave birth to two beautiful babies, her children. Ivan and Lilian, her beautiful children. She could see the love in Mikhail’s eyes whenever he’d hold their newborns, they were his world.

Life was good.

Mikhail eventually warmed up to her and she warmed up to him. It was perfect, everything. Their relationship was perfect, their communication was perfect, and their intimate life was more than enough. 6 years basking in a glorious marriage with unconditional love and affection. (Name) really fell for him hard…

big…

Big…

Big mistake.

She had been doing dinner when she got it. A message from an unknown number. As soon as she opened it she was met with her husband in a motel room doing unspeakable things with an unknown man. Her phone fell from her hands and tears filled her eyes. She wasn’t mad, or upset. No, she was heartbroken, her world crumbled beneath her.

Her heart teared to pieces. She stayed silent for the sake of her children, she stayed silent to see what she hadn’t, to accept that this man wasn’t all he said he was.

Slowly but surely she notice what she hadn’t before. The late hours he came home, “It was because of work.” The trips he took almost monthly, “Sorry dear, need to take care of something.” The way he rarely looked at her during sex. The way he never told her “I love you,” unless she did it first. How could she be so blind? It hurt like hell, it was humiliating.

(Name) had been so blind for years, she had deluded herself into a world of sweet lies and happy endings. So now that her eyes were wide open she didn’t ask nothing of this man. No “I love you’s”, no gifts, no pleading him to spend some time with her. She could see that Mikhail noticed it, he would shower her with gifts, compliments here and there, and would send more money to her bank account. Yet (Name) remained unmoved by it.

New guards had been appointed to their home due to the latest assassination attempt directed to Mikhail. (Name) would normally be bothered by it, but with these new truth revealed she was actually glad. The loneliness was less loud, specially with Alex. He was a sweet one, he was the main guy. She’d offer him food that he at first didn’t take but now did. Eventually she got more comfortable with him, both did actually. How cruel that’d she’d spend more time with a guard than her own husband, but oh well.

Eventually what was meant to be a mistake caused by her drunken mind became a habit for them. She had long stopped asking Mikhail to be intimate so someone else had to satiate her needs, and what better than the man that actually took care of her emotionally? Alex had tried to stop but his mind changed when she confessed what her shitty husband did. How could he let her be alone and neglected when she was so perfect and deserving?

Little did they know the other would suspect of his wife’s strange behavior and lack of calls.

4 months had passed. 4 months since his normally obnoxious and sweet wife stopped acting like herself. Don’t get him wrong, he loved having more time to take care of his needs, yet he still needed to have her in his hold. What would he do if she decided to bitch about their marriage to her damn father? He wasn’t afraid of losing the access to that land anymore, he had grown his empire significantly ever since. But losing his precious twins and that smile that had become essential in his life was torturous.

He didn’t want to love anything from her, ever since their wedding Mikhail had no intention in loving anything from her more than the benefits. Bedding her was repugnant, her moans were disgusting. Yet that all crumbled when she announced her pregnancy. His children were right there, inside her.

Holding her became less annoying and more comforting her, he could feel his children kick and grow inside her whenever he wanted, he had even bothered to put a pause to his own needs to keep her happy, keep his children happy. Her mood swings were hell, so he’d feel immense relief in seeing a smile on her face instead of a frown. It was only there that he realized just how beautiful her smile was.

He didn’t know when pleasuring her became less of a chore and more of a thing that brought him joy, all because it made her be in a good mood. Sure, he avoided looking at her to be able to cum or else she’d suspect. He didn’t love her, but hell did he adore her smile, her cooking, her presence. Maybe he did love her, just not sexually but it was okay. She didn’t need to know about his nights out, about the countless motels where he’d gotten wrecked to sweet oblivion by men that were now dead. He wouldn’t want them to say anything to his sweet wife and children.

It was strange when she stopped talking to him about her day, when she stopped dressing up for him, when she didn’t try to make moves on him, when she didn’t smile as brightly to him. How odd. Yet he took that as a chance to fuck around more, like the idiot he was instead of noticing how his dear (Name) fucked another man on their bed, letting him soil her with his disgusting seed, touch a place that only he had touched.

He would’ve remained oblivious had he not taken the night off. Choosing to come home instead of spending a one-night stand with some random dude. It was 5:30 pm, his children were watching a movie. He gave them a kiss and headed to his room where they said mommy was.

Suspicious sounds came from inside, quiet but suspicious. Quiet moans, flesh slapping, and begging for more. He knew that voice, how could he not? He had expected to be greeted by that voice as soon as he crossed the front door. His fist tightened and without any hesitation he threw the locked door down with a kick. He was greeted with the sight of (Name) with her legs wide open and a little son of a bitch plunging into her like a bitch in heat. Before they could react to him being there he pulled his gun out and banged that son of a bitch, eliciting a scream of terror from (Name).

“Shut it.” He said in a harsh tone as he walked toward her and pulled that little bastard away from her. He was even more angered when he saw that white liquid come out of her slit. Mikhail roughly grabbed her thighs, ignoring her cries and how she pushed him away. He slipped two fingers in and harshly scooped it all out of her, making her whine and try to kick him. Which failed pathetically.

“How disgusting, aren’t you ashamed of yourself? Acting like a little fucking slut.” He growled. (Name) sobbed and tried to close her legs. “You’re one to speak, huh? I’m not stupid Mikhail.” She mumbled. Mikhail froze at that, he looked at (Name) and his hold tightened on her. “So that’s why you’ve been different, is my dear wife jealous?” He mocked her.

“Aww, sweetheart. Did you feel the need to seek elsewhere because of that?” Mikhail is grinned and stopped holding her thigh in favor of gripping her chin. “But you know I’m happy to satisfy you anytime you wish, all you have to do is ask. Don’t soil yourself with this trash.” He glanced at that man’s dead body on tue floor.

“After all, you have a husband who is eager to make you happy.”

[kaileedraws]

*+ Ships +*

So that there’s no surprises, here’s a running list of ships in this AU - it’s pretty much the same as canon and I’ll mention which ones end / what will be the endgame ships!

Main Characters ——————///

Ladybug & Adrien

Brief and innocent

Comfort and fluff

Not endgame nor dating - occurs briefly

Marinette & Chat Noir

Angst and rebellion (and more angst)

comfort/hurt

Heartbroken babies find unsuspecting comfort in each other

Always gave off “best friend” vibes — someone they can talk about their relationship problems to

Not endgame, nor do they date, but they have a sort of healing situationship for awhile

Marinette & Adrien

Sweet and healing

Forbidden love - it’s like the world doesn’t want them to work — especially because they have to lie to each other constantly.

Not endgame, but they do date for a while until they mutually agree, painfully, that it’s not in the cards for them - more angst

Ladybug & Chat Noir

Forbidden, secret love

Comfort/hurt

Endgame - they realize that the only people they can trust is each other

Adrien & Chloe

Trauma bond, emotional instability, situationship

Chloe craves the attention that her mother never gave her, Adrien is trying to escape from the grief of his mom’s death.

Ends early on: Adrien tells her that everything he was doing was just to make her happy. Chloe becomes upset because she wasn’t trying to take advantage of him and his emotional state, as she is broken too.

They both don’t have romantic feelings for each other and stay close friends. Chloe becomes protective of Adrien since she doesn’t want that to happen to him again.

Turns into a sibling-like relationship

Adrien & Kagami

Rebellion, understanding

Adrien is trying to run away from his feelings for Ladybug; Kagami finally finds the first person she can relate to and mistakes it for love.

They date for a little bit but Kagami is hurt about Adrien’s avoidance in the relationship. Kagami ends things but eventually returns in friendship once she figures out that she only loved the idea and perfection of Adrien — not Adrien himself (this would explain how she falls for Felix genuinely without it appearing like a rebound)

Marinette and Luka

Comfort/hurt

Marinette is running away from her feelings for Adrien, and Luka is there to catch her.

They date casually for a little bit, before Luka becomes concerned with Marinette’s avoidance in the relationship.

They mutually end things, and Luka tries to be okay with this. He’s secretly hurt, but more than anything, he just wants Marinette to be happy. Marinette wants Luka to be with someone who deserves him, and she knows that in her state, she can’t be that person.

Felix and Kagami

Enemies to lovers to partners in crime

Yeah Kagami falls for the antihero because she admires how bold and rebellious he is. Felix falls for Kagami because he admires how ruthfully truthful she is

Endgame ship

Gabriel x Nathalie

All of the freaking angst

Nathalie devotes her life to him, his cause, and his son

Gabriel finds comfort in Nathalie as he goes through the grieving process

Don’t ask them, they’ll deny it (probably endgame but we’ll see)

Other Character Ships ———///

Ivan & Mylene

Power couple that’s going to make a greener earth

Juleka & Rose

Gave off a sister vibe at first and then figured out they were actually in love

Marc & Nathan

Will make a husband and husband’s comic book about Ladybug and Chat Noir

Kim & Ondine

The mermaid couple

Not endgame - Ondine deserves better

Luka & ??? — leaning towards Chloe

I really want this good lad to be happy because he deserves it, but I can’t figure out who he’d be happy with.

The ship Chloe/Luka is kind of growing on me — post-Chloe’s character arc of course. I kind of like the thought of him being the calm to her storm, and her aggressively sticking up for him because he’s too chill to correct the mistakes of others. Ie she would call over the waiter and complain they got his order wrong and he would just be in the corner like “hey I said it was fine you don’t have to do that for me.” And with her, she would be about to get super angry and frustrated, and he would just be like “shh, listen to the music in the room” or some shit, or even just grab her hand and ground her, helping her arc. She needs someone to calm her and give her affection, and he deserves a woman that’s going to fight for him.

Thoughts? Suggestions?

Zoe & ????? — leaning towards Ondine (or Aurore)

I want to establish a side character for Zoe, leaning toward her having a relationship with Ondine just on the basis of listening to the song “boyfriend” by Dove Cameron—

Ondine saying “fuck you” to Kim and running away happily and gay. Fuck Kim lmao

[kissorkill16]

Fill My Empty Heart: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: After Mya's death, Aaron committed suicide. Mr. Peterson, desperate to have a family again, kidnaps the depressed and heartbroken child across the street, Nicky Roth.

Chapter 2

Nicky felt like he was going to go into a dehydration coma with how much he cried this past hour. The floor was practically a pool.

He remembered throwing up a couple of times in the toilet, but it wasn't really much, considering he hasn't been eating a whole lot these past few weeks.

He flushed the toilet and walked out of the stall, and he was shocked to see Enzo, Ivan, Maritza, and Trinity standing there.

Nicky backed up to go back inside the stall, but Maritza pulled him forward.

"Feeling better now?", she asked. Nicky nodded, then gently pushed her out of the way to walk to the sink to wash his face.

"That was the right thing to do, Nick.", said Trinity. "I was already planning to hit him with something harder than a chair."

"Babe, let's not encourage Nicky to hit people with heavy objects.", said Enzo. Trinity smiled and rolled her eyes, "You can't say he didn't deserve it."

"Would Nicholas Roth please report to Ms. Brown's office?"

Everyone turned to Nicky, and the boy immediately walked out of the bathroom and to the counselor's office.

Ms. Brown was sitting at her desk, her hands folded and a worried look on her face. "Have a seat, Nicky."

Nicky listened to her, sitting across from the woman.

"I'd like to talk to you about your recent behavior.", she said, "And for you to explain why you hit Mr. Jenkins and Mr. Smith in the face with your chair."

Nicky rolled his eyes and stood up, "Right."

Ms. Brown stood up with him, "Just...please, Nicky. I want to help you."

Nicky reluctantly sat back down, not looking at her in the eye.

"They said they were happy that Aaron killed himself.", said Nicky. "Who in their right minds think that suicide is funny?"

Ms. Brown softly gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh my goodness. Nicky, I can assure you that suicide is no joke."

"Exactly!"

"How long has it been like this for you?", asked the counselor.

Nicky looked down at his shoes, "For...I don't know, a couple of weeks?"

Ms. Brown sighed.

"Nicholas, I understand how you feel.", she said. Nicky looked at her incredulously, "Do you really? Aaron was special to me, he was the first friend I've made since I got to this town and now he's gone."

Ms. Brown softly smiled, "Maybe to everyone else, but not to you.", she said. "I can tell he's with you right now."

"What do you mean by that?"

"You hold onto the memories you two shared together as best friends, and you don't want to let them go, because Aaron was special to you. While everyone else treated him as just someone they'll forget in days, you treated him as something precious. To you, he's more than just a child who killed himself."

Nicky looked down at his shoes again, "Yeah...he was my best friend."

"Does anyone else understand that?"

Nicky shook his head. "I don't think any of my friends ever really liked Aaron. My parents...well..."

Ms. Brown worriedly looked at the boy, "Are they around enough to help you through your grieving?"

"...Sometimes."

The counselor sighed, got up from her chair and walked over to the boy. "You don't need to say anything else, I feel like I already know the answer."

Nicky still didn't make eye contact with Ms. Brown, he just listened to her.

"This is so you don't get into anymore trouble.", she said. "I want you to try and take some deep breaths and think about all of the times where you were such a happy, young child."

A moment of silence passed through the room, "Okay.", said Nicky.

Then out of nowhere, Nicky felt himself begin to cry. He wrapped his arms around Ms. Brown's waist and buried his face into her torso. Ms. Brown stilled for a moment, then she wrapped her arms around Nicky and started gently rubbing his back.

"Thank you so much.", cried Nicky.

Ms. Brown smiled again, "You're welcome, Nicky."

[spittyfishy]

What did you think of Season 5 of ML, if you have seen it?

So, I have seen season 5 and frankly… I wasn’t a fan.

Season 5 was just chocked full of missed opportunities, because there were some interesting ideas there but the show's writing fumbled the execution so hard it was difficult to watch at times. Just seeing character assasination after character assasination unfold on screen was so unpleasant. I don’t think a single character came out of season 5 unscathed, I’m wracking my brain for anyone that got better this season, or at least didn’t get worse in some way, and I can’t think of any.

To be fair, there were a few bits I liked. A couple akuma designs were good (Hoaxer, Dark Humour, Queen Mayor, and Ryukomori). I thought the Ryukomori episode was well done, I’d probably say it was the best of the season (which is a low bar). But everything else with Kagami was bad. Full honesty I hate Felix and what his role in the story has been so far, but I especially don’t like that Kagami got brought down with him. Felix is the entire reason Hawkmoth got EVERY OTHER MIRACULOUS and it seems like everyone forgot that?? He didn’t get any consequences At All, and yet when Chloé worked with Hawkmoth (when he already had the miraculous for the record) she was painted as the worst person on earth.

I know I’m not the only one who’s pointed out the double standard between how the girl characters are treated compared to the boys, but it really got highlighted this season. Male characters like Andre, Jaggedstone, Felix, and even Hawkmoth himself can do any number of horrible things and still be ‘sympathetic’, but the two fourteen year old girls are irredeemably evil?

I’ll admit I'm biased, Chloé has been my favourite favorite character since I started watching in season one, but she really deserved better than the show gave her. I don’t have an issue with her staying a villain, in fact I think she worked really well as a minor antagonist in season one, she moved the story along and was entertaining to watch. But the last two seasons they’ve made her out to be this giant threat, but haven’t let her actually do anything! She’s been nothing more then a lacky to Lila and Hawkmoth, as far as having Lila in her ear telling her exactly what to say. If Chloé is as bad as the show claims then she shouldn’t need other characters to hold her hand and tell her how to be mean.

But the writing is just like that. They really need to get better at ‘show don’t tell’, and even more importantly, consistency. Because they keep adding things after the fact and retconning things from the earlier seasons to try and clap back at fans criticisms, and it’s just sad. I’ll never stop complaining about the absolute train wreck that was Derision. They made Chloé worse then she was in season one, and made Kim so much dumber then he needed to be. At the beginning of season one Kim was characterized as a bully, he antagonized Ivan in Stone Heart and helped Chloé willingly in episodes like LadyWifi. But for Derision Chloé had to trick him into pranking Marinette? Why?

The pacing in that episode was even worse, because so much of it was dedicated to a flash back everything else was rushed at the end. And Marinette saying she’d never crush on anyone again if she didn’t know everything about them was clearly just the writers trying to justify her frankly creepy actions in earlier seasons because people pointed out that it wasn’t cute or funny it was just weird. And her whole line and issues in that episode flat out don’t work as a retcon because A: why even crush on Adrian at all if she vowed not to like anyone associated with Chloé, and B: we’ve already seen her in a relationship with Luka where she didn’t show ANY of the obsessive behaviour she showed Adrian OR freaking out about going on dates. AND ON TOP OF THAT there’s been two other timelines where her and Adrian have started a relationship (Chat Blanc, Ephemeral) and she hasn’t had any of the issues that come up in Derision.

It’s just such a lazy way of writing the story, and that’s really the core issue with this season. It feels lazy, like the writers couldn’t be bothered to watch their own show and make plots that fit in the world they’ve already built.

Miraculous is a franchise that’s dear to my heart, it’s how I met my best friend and really became comfortable sharing my art online, and I still really like creating content related to the characters, but I’ve been very disappointed in the show since about the end of season three. I still have a small amount of hope that maybe the show will turn itself around and improve, but it’s dwindling.

But at least when cannon goes off it’s rocker that’s what fan works are for!

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Gale Ranks: Miraculous Ladybug Classmates

Thats Right! I am going to be ranking Marinette and Adrien's classmates from my Least Favorite to My favorite.

Rules:

I will be judging based on Bustier's Class. So No Zoe, Kagami, or Marc. Even if they hang out.

Marinette and Adrien will be Excluded from this list (Think of them as Honorary 1 and 2 if included)

I will be using all of the episodes that have come out as reference. And there will be potential spoilers up to Episode 20 of season 5.

This isnt about which classmates are the best or worst. Its about My personal like or dislike of a classmate.

Including Marinette and Adrien there are 15 students. So this will be out of 13.

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13th. Sabrina Raincomprix

(She doesnt deserve a gif.)

Yea... after the recent episodes I really cant bring any sort of desire to like you. Oh sure Chloé is cruel and Lila is a manipulator... Sabrina is just a spineless worm that lets others get hurt or even ASSISTS in it. There is a corrupt cop joke here but its too easy. Also even with that she has no personality outside of Chloé Lackey. Chloé wouldnt be able to pull off most of her evil schemes without someone doing the dirty work and sorry Sabrina, thats you.

12th. Chloé Bourgeois

A moment of silence for the wasted Character potential... Okay. So yea Chloé sucks. Granted the season 4 and 5 have gone so over the top with showing that season 2 and 3 were not actually important that it causes massive whiplash. I cant find myself hating her like I can with sabrina. I just pity this character. And that is even AFTER I saw what happened in Derision, though at this point I have no interest in seeing a redemption. The writers could have made her heel turn back to evil more believable IF they did it gradually with more effort. But its clear that there was no effort to do so.

11th. Lê Chiến Kim

This man went from top 4 on my list to BARELY missing the top 10. Just goes to show how much one episode can change one's view on a character. In some ways I actually would say I like him less than Chloé now... but Kim at least did apologize and did say he would make an effort to be better. But MAN, when I found out what he did I was watching Chat noir BEAT HIS ASS ON LOOP. You know I was about to give that boy THESE HANDS for that s***. Derision really shifted everyone's view on this once lovable himbo, now he is a dumbass.

10.Rose Lavillant

I just dont like her design that much. Her personality is the stereotypical bubbly girl. And while she does get some exploration on why that is... its never touched on again. Also I am a touch salty about Migration. Juleka was expecting to hear a confession but WE ALL GOT BAITED AND SWITCHED. Guess the show cant have any girl confessing to another girl unless that girl being confessed to is Marinette.

9. and 8. Ivan Bruel and Mylène Haprèle

So to me these two are basically interchangable in terms of ranking. Ivan is the gentle giant that is misunderstood. Mylene is the soft scarred cat that wants the world to be a better place. If I had to pick, i would say I prefer Myléne more, but thats because she gets more character development.

7. Lila Rossi

So Lila always struck me as a character with huge potential. The problem is the writers have no idea how to write a cruel, calculating and manipulative character without dumbing down everyone else to make her seem smart. Now in season 5 I have found myself starting to like her more. Is it because the writing got better? F*** no, its just been more fun with her in it. She is just clearly having more fun with it, and just seeing how the ridiculous plans somehow work almost makes it funny. Also its clear she is being set up as the next big bad, so I cant wait to see how convoluted the show makes her to make her WORSE than Gabriel. So unlike Chloé whose cartoonish evilness feels like a waste, with Lila it feels more fun to watch.

6. Max Kante

He built Markov. Plus after Gamer he has been a pretty solid character. I also do enjoy his support of his Idiot Friend Kim. Even if Kim doesnt deserve it. Also, he has the best transformation sequence. Boy goes WAY too hard for it. I also just think he is a charming character.

5. Nathanael Kurtzberg

Tomato son. While it took me some time to forgive him for Reverser. He is basically a shipper with Marc and its a fun time. I enjoy their plans and adorable antics. But part of me still misses season 1 Nathanael, wonder if he still had a crush on Marinette. Not much else to add, just that he is fun to have on screen and his english dub voice is still dope.

4. Juleka Couffaine

She has my favorite design of the Classmates. She does develop more as the show goes on, I would say she has the most consistant development of the classmates outside of the top 3 contenders. Juleka is now the lead of Kitty Section, and has some incredible Lyrics within her. She wants to stand out and wants to stop being a wall flower. I can respect her guts and attempts at growing and improving.

3. and 2. Alya Cesaire and Nino Lahiffe

The respective best friends of Adrien and Marinette. They are likely the most known about classmates of the Miracuclass. Well Alya is. Nino sadly doesnt get as much delved into. That being said, both are supportive friends and go to great lengths to help them. Nino is surprisingly the more chaotic of the two resulting in him thinking Chat noir was stealing his girl OR forming a resistance against Monarch. Alya learning her best friend's identity and being her emotional rock. Now I thought I would put Alya higher than Nino, but Nino's charm and antics make it hard to dismiss and so I have them both as a tie. Though they also had some moments (Thanks to bad writing) that make me cringe a bit.

1. Alix Kubdel

The most consistently written character in the entire class. The Time travel hero, a character that in my opinion is slept on a lot more than she should be. While I am not crazy about time travel, I do enjoy Alix as a character. She is fun loving and ready to call people out on their BS, also she gets some great lines. She also shows how much of a supportive friend she is to nathanael, Marinette, Ladybug and Chat noir. Its sad she had to go into the time stream to hide from monarch, but it is still a fun way to send a character off for a time

[little-paper-ghost-child]

GODS I SPENT TOO MUCH TIME ON THIS

Here’s the first song story I did

It’s shit because I like barely edited it but whatever it’s done and going out into the world

Tw for: murder, child abuse, strangulation, police (idk if I should add more but Weh)

This is the song

Please remember!!! This is not based off of the song specifically and is just what my brain came up with!!

Anyways here you go

Alex combed his fingers through his hair as he stared down at the photo album. He didn't know how George had gotten a hold of it and he figured it was something violent, but it was still a monster load of unwanted evidence and a hurt in his stomach that worsened as he flipped through the pages. He and Ivan never looked happy per say but everything had seemed so much brighter back then, back before he was alex at all. While he scratched out any mentions of demetri, ivan, or emily, Noticeably, Though he cautiously checked every page and pocket, there was no mention of his father.

He had separate reasons for all of them to be defaced, three separate reasons for three separate things.

Demitri was crossed out because he was dead, he was an idea of what could have been and he was lost. His mother had named him that, and he would not let her have that pride, so he had erased demitri as his quietest form of retaliation.

Emily was crossed out because the bitch didn't deserve to be remembered. She didn't deserve anything she had. And still somehow, she got everything she wanted from the children she hurt and there was never a consequence in the world for her. She was a violent disgusting person unfit to be a mother or a person at all and he hoped nobody had to know her ever again.

He crossed out Ivan for much less angry reasons than the other two, he wanted Ivan to be safe. his little brother. He loved Ivan more than the world itself and hated himself for leaving him.

“Coward” is what the voice in his head called him.

“ monster. Coward. You left him to die in her care.” it gnawed at him every second of everyday and he knew he couldn't go back now. Not while there was evidence still.

“Soon”, he thought.

“Soon is good.”

So Alex continued his work of scratching and defacing all three of the people for all three of his reasons..

It was difficult to do what he needed all the time and never what he wanted, he still felt trapped even out of that hellhole,it really felt like the only difference was that the blood being shed was supposed to mean something.

—

George caught him off guard with the blow to the side of the head and Alex went skittering across the concrete floor.

He felt like everything was underwater and everything was all wrong.

“The fuck?” was all he could manage to string together as he tried to push himself up.

“I've had a change in interest,” George said as he lumbered over.

“Somebody knows how to pay better”

It took longer than Alex liked to form a coherent enough thought to make sense of that.

“To kill me?” choked its way out of Alex's throat while he frantically searched his pockets for any sense of self defense. George twitched a little as he wound up for another hit but didn't answer the question. Alex got to his feet and just barely dodged the second punch, He was racking his brain for something he could use- there was no way he could stand a chance in a fistfight. Alex made it to the drawer in his desk and pulled it open scanning for something, anything that could be used and came back with a letter opener. He thought for a second on how he could use something so small, which hurt considering the previous hit to the side of his head that was definitely less than soft, but he figured something out in the end.

As the larger man approached Alex pretended he could hear his little brother cheering him on, telling him that he could do it, but it was a cruel thing to do because a child let alone a child like Ivan would cheer for something like this.

When George trew his third punch Alex used his smaller frame to an advantage and ducked behind him as quickly as possible.he only had a second to do this correctly and so much of him didn't want this.

“Murderer” said the voice in his head.

“You leave your little brother all alone and you murder the man who has been helping you.”

Alex took a breath for nearly a second, jumped, and planted the letter opener in George's neck.

He made a squeak, and promptly fell over onto the cold concrete.

He was frozen, then. he was locked in place staring down at the presumably dead man

That he had thought was his friend.

“It's not your friend if you have to pay it to care” he reminded himself and closed his eyes tight.

Why did it have to be so hard?

Why did stuff like this come up?

Why couldn't everything just be okay?

Alex wanted so badly for everything to be okay, but there was no way to obtain something like that. He wanted it more than anything in the world and he would never get it, and even when things finally seemed to work out, it always went to shit.

Why did it have to do that?

Why did it have to be so hard?

Why did stuff like this come up?

Why couldn't everything just be okay?

It hit him in a second that all the evidence was gone. All the evidence he could possibly get rid of was gone with George, if everything was gone, there was only one place he was supposed to go.

—

Alex got in his car after he had finished defacing anything that he had left remotely close to a normal keepsake. He left the body, he didn't care. He knew where he was going, he remembered being dragged back by walk or car every time he tried to run away. He could practically hear Emily screaming at him that she swore he was trying to get them in trouble.That he was a disgusting excuse for a child. That his father was waiting for him at home.he could never remember anything but angry flashes after that.

Even though he knew the way perfectly, it still took something out of him to get to the right streets. He figured he had a concussion but now was not the time to worry about that. There was that, and there was the voice in his head as well.

“Why would you go back when you are just going to hurt? Murderer murderer murderer.you left little brother all alone to kill your own father, and you couldn't even find him. Why would Ivan want to see you ever again? Not to mention Emily will be there too. Can you really face her? Maybe you want to see her, because for all of the shit maybe you are a mama's boy. You probably failed to protect your brother. You are failing to stay away. Maybe Emily will hurt you again, maybe you deserve it. You probably even liked it when-”

“Shut up”, Alex said aloud. “I hate her and I hate you.”

he looked in the rearview mirror for the last comment, glaring at himself like it would leak through into his thoughts and make them go away. He hated remembering, hated thinking about it at all, hated her voice echoing around his head, but things would never change so he did his best to push her out of his mind for now.

As he turned the corner, one side of the road opened down a lake miles below. Alex weighed the possibilities of anyone finding him if he drove off and into the water, but he had heard that drowning wasn't exactly as quick and easy enough to make it all that tempting.

—

Alex got out of the car before he turned the street corner. He had grabbed his gun from the car, and the voice inside his head bubbled up to hiss at him.

“A gun?” it said. “Murderers use guns. Monsters use guns. What do you think that makes you? What are you going to do with it anyway? You could end up hurting ivan.”

Alex shook his head as if to shake the voice right out of his head and shoved the gun into his belt.

“It was just in case,” he told himself.

“Just in case anything went badly like it always seemed to.”

Seeing down the street he grew up on hurt Alex more than he wanted to think about.

“No” he thought

“Dimitri grew up here.” was easier to think about but only by a little.

Nothing was easy here, it never had been and it never would be but he would take what comfort he could get, and if that was by remembering a dead dream then he would remember but not connect.

As Alex walked towards his inevitable destination he scanned the roads and felt like a little kid again, recounting things that had happened in certain places. There was a tree that dimitri was once sitting under when a branch fell off, there were the bushes where dimitri had been bitten by a stray dog who roamed around, from which alex still had a small scar. There was the spot on the road where the police had been called the first time- and the spot where they had been called the second. And finally, there was the house.

Walking down the driveway he could see the trash bags all up one side of the fence. Piles of empty bottles and cans were shoved under the rotting porch and as he walked down the driveway Alex could smell the house reeked of beer and mold and filth.

“This was a bad idea” said the thoughts in his head.

“Your brother doesn't want to see you anyway. And you know what emily will do when she finds you-”

Alex forcefully shoved that voice out of the way and stared at the door. From inside there was something that might have been a yell, and something glass breaking.

He couldn't stall any longer.

After a minute all too short to prepare himself, Alex opened the door and went in.

—

The smell was worse on the inside.

The carpet was dirty and the ground was littered with all sorts of things that couldn't be safe for walking on, which made him more so glad he had kept his shoes on. Now that he was inside he could see that the disarray of the place had only gotten worse after he left, which made sense considering most of the cleaning was done by Alex himself, but was still upsetting to see. As he moved through the house, he remembered a thousand awful little things. Pins under fingernails, the feel of uncooked, moldy fruits or vegetables in his mouth, little cockroaches and worms that made homes in the mess. He didn't like thinking about it, remembering it made him want to scratch at his skin, made him feel dirty.

Nothing in this house was nice, but nothing had gotten under his skin until he saw the whiskey on the counter.

It was half empty and there was a dirty glass set beside it. Alex gaged like he was trying to throw it up, but there was nothing to throw up. He hated the sight of it, hated the burn of it, he remembered crying, crying made it worse.

For every cry he let out she would always pour a little more into the cup, a little more, a little more, until he stopped crying, sometimes he threw up, sometimes he fell asleep, sometimes he couldn't remember.

Alex’s hand raised instinctively to his mouth.

“you are going to throw up oh no, oh god no you feel sick you are sick and everything is wrong, stop crying you're only going to make it worse it burns you are suffocating it burns it hurts you are going to be sick you are going to throw up-”

The crash of something glass and a strangled yell upstairs broke Alex out of his headspace, and his focus snapped to the staircase. Alex ran up the stairs and turned the corner so fast he almost fell over. He barely even thought as he ran to the one open door, and he barely even thought as he reached for his gun.

—

Emily Volkova had never been a good person. She only hurt and ruined and broke people and things and really anything she could get her hands on. And her own two children were things remarkably easy to get her hands on.

Ivan was on the ground, just barely struggling against Emily, who had her hands around his neck so tight it looked like she herself was straining. She was never particularly strong but she had the advantage of being a grown woman fighting against a nine year old boy, and the advantage that the nine year old boy she was fighting wanted nothing more than for her to love him.

Alex could see ivans mouth moving, trying to choke out words that were lost to his excuse of a mothers screaming. Alex could barely understand what he was saying, but he didn't need to. What he did know was that Emily volkova had never been a good person, and that he was going to make her stop.

The sound of the gun cocking might have been what had gotten her attention, or she had just happened to notice at the moment he was leveling it to her head.

“Demitri, why the fuck are you here?” she said, barely loosening her grip on ivan. Her shock turned to anger turned to vicious manipulation faster than Alex could keep up with.

“Did your little trip go well? you leave right after your father so i have to take care of this stupid fucking kid by myself, why would you leave your own mother?”

“Shut up” was all that Alex said. He had built up all this hatred for this woman in his head but being with her now, seeing her, he hated himself for being scared.

She put on a face like she was hurt before shoving Ivan to the ground and getting up.

“dont tell me to fucking shut up you little shit. You would really shoot your own mother too? In Front of your little brother, the world out there has ruined you demitri.”

She took a step towards Alex and he had to fight himself not to step back, shaking as he tried to hold the gun in place.

“Ivan, close your eyes and cover your ears” he said, trying to see around Emily to his brother, who moved slowly and shakily.

“That's it.” Emily said with a little more fear in her voice.

“Put the gun down, Demitri, you can't do this to your mother.”

“You were never my mother, I was never your son.” was all Alex said before he pulled the trigger.

—

Alex didn't like guns all that much because they were very loud and sometimes made big messes. He didn't like this situation much at all but he had to make sure that Ivan was okay, Alex could wait for later. As he moved his way into the room, he locked eyes with Ivan and felt a gut wrenching tear in his stomach. He could feel how hurt this little boy was. Then, he could see it. The bruises around his neck were to be expected, he had a black eye too. Ivan was covered in bruises, over his arms and legs that Alex could see. He seemed to have little cuts too, burns or razor slashes, cuts from kitchen knives or cut up soda cans might have been in the mix too. Some looked new, some looked old, more than a few looked infected.

“Oh god ivan.” Alex said involuntarily.

Ivan just stared, shaking, scared.

“I'm so sorry.” didn't get a response either.

So Alex sat with Ivan for a moment, a few more, what felt like an eternity, until Ivan reached and grabbed a hold of Alex's coat sleeve, then buried his face in Alex's shoulder. Alex held on like he was going to lose him again.

He never wanted to let go.

Ivan was cold and he was shaking, Alex could feel it radiating off of his body. He felt a pull of guilt, but he buried it, that's not what either of them needed right now.

“I'm going to take you away from here okay?” Alex told him.

“I'm going to make sure that nobody hurts you ever again.”

He scooped Ivan up and carried him slowly down the stairs, whispering gentle reassurances that he knew meant next to nothing.

He just wanted it to be okay,

He just wanted Ivan to be okay.

Alex hated that this gentleness felt like a lie after all that he’d done, but as long as Ivan could be alright again he would fake a whole world.

Quietly reaching the bottom of the stairs, Alex shifted his hold on Ivan to open the door. The doorknob was sticky under his fingers as he turned the knob, opening the door to the porch. From the porch you could see the whole yard, and you could see Domonik Volkov standing in the grass.

—

Ivan could feel his older brother tense, but the way he was positioned, he couldn't quite see.

“What is it?” he wanted to say, but words couldn't find their way to his mouth. A man's voice said something in a language he heard grown ups speak sometimes and Ivan tried to squirm to look, but Demitri held him too close. His older brother slowly, very slowly, walked off the porch to a bush and very carefully sat Ivan down on the dead grass.

“Stay here,” he said to ivan.

“Stay here, and don't look over there, and cover your ears, okay?”

Ivan nodded, and turned in the opposite direction of where he wasn't supposed to look.

Alex gave his hand a tight squeeze and got up.

Ivan tried his best to cover his ears but his wrists were weak and his hands shook so he opted for cradling his face between his bruised knees.

It wasn't good sound protection, he could still hear the two talking, arguing in the language that he didn't know.

There was a word he did know though,

“Monster.” Demitri kept saying.

“Something-something-monster.”

.It sounded so cold off of his brother's tongue that the sharpness felt like a whole different person entirely, sounded more like mother if Ivan had to place it, but he didn't like to place the two in the same category.

There were sirens too now, they started far away but they kept getting louder and louder, and so was the arguing. The sirens eventually stopped and flashy red and blue lights painted the grass around Ivan with a fractured looking glow, but the arguing still went on. Ivan tried to pretend that everything was okay, that somebody was just having a dance party with some nice, police coloured lights.

The argument sounded more frantic now, like they were running out of time to be mad at eachother.

Everything sounded scary, the flashing lights felt dizzying and the yelling was too loud even when ivan tried to cover his ears and then-

The gunshot made everything go dead silent. Ivan squeezed his eyes shut so tight that he saw little spots in his eyelids. Somebody started walking over to the bush and Ivan looked up in hope but it wasn't Demitri, it was somebody that Ivan presumed to be a police officer. The officer scooped Ivan up in his arms and carried him to the back of his car where he gave him a blanket and stale cookie.

Ivan looked out at what he could of the scene, dead grass,lots of blood, the man that must have been the angry voice that weirdly looked alot like his father with a big towel over his face, and then dmitri, being arrested.

The eye contact was short, the brief message that his older brother sent was a fierce look and a nod.a nod as they shoved him into the back of the police car, as Ivan got driven away too.

[artzychic27]

Another random thought: Sparky and I have done a few of these, but I would love to see your take on the VK/AK kids meeting the Class of Heroes/Villainy gang, who are essentially alternate versions of their parents.

Roselle: *Squishing Ben's face* JULEKA! LOOK HOW CUTE HE IS! Don't you just wanna hug him?!

Julebeast: Sweetie, let him breathe... But, I agree, he is so fucking adorable.

Ben: Aw, thanks... This is gonna sound weird, but you remind me a lot of my parents.

Roselle: Well, as your stand-in parents for today-

Ben: I never agreed to that.

Roselle: We are going to tell you how your relationship with Mal is built upon lies.

-

Mireides/Juleficent: *Staring at Mal* ...

Mal: ...

Mireides: Let's uh... Let's never speak of this again.

Juleficent: That is completely fine with me.

Mal: Same.

-

King Marc: Well, I must say, your makeup work is resplendent. Your Prince is a lucky man.

Evie: Well, actually, I'm dating Dopey's son, Doug.

King Marc: ... You're joking, right?

Evie: No. He likes me for who I am and sees me for things other than my beauty.

King Marc: ... I don't understand the words you are saying. Does he see you for your vast riches?

Evie: No.

King Marc: Your royal status.

Evie: No! That's so shallow. He sees me for my intellect and my goal to become a successful fashion designer.

King Marc: ... Have you hit your head, dear?

-

Sleeping Nath: Look, I probably would have done the same.

Audrey: Really?

Sleeping Nath: Of course. Who wouldn't become a badass spell-caster with a just as badass song, and try to get revenge on the person who stole your significant other? And let me just say, you deserve so much better.

Audrey: Aaw! Thank you.

Sleeping Nath: No prob... *Falls asleep on the grass*

Audrey: ... I... Anyone?!... He just collapsed!

-

Gil: Dude! How much you bench?!

Kimton: How much does an oven weigh?

Gil: Awesome! You know, it's weird, you look a lot like my old man, down to the colors, and- Oh! Hey, babe!

Kimton: You've got a girlfriend?

Gil: Actually... *Harry makes his way over and kisses him on the cheek*

Harry: Hey, love. *Notices Kimton* Who's the musclehead?

Kimton: ...

Captain Reshma: I know, it's weird. But, queer pirates. * Taps Harry's hook with her own*

-

Uma: *Gripping on one Mylensula's tentacles* I'll ask again. Who's the most badass of the seven seas?

Mylensula: You are! Just let them go!

-

Darcy: *Putting Ivan Oogie in a headlock* I'll ask ya one more time, ya ant-stuffed potato sack! Who's the true scare master! HUH?!

Ivan Oogie: *Screaming* YOUR DAD!

Darcy: Yeah, that's right, he is! Don't YOU forget it!

-

Doctor Cabello: I've gotta say, sugar, your taste in fashion is impeccable.

Celia: Hey, you're not so bad yourself. Your shadow's got some spunk to it, though. But, I've gotta know, why are you dating that holy roller?

Doctor Cabello: I like to see him get all worked up whenever I "sin."

Celia: Okay, valid.

-

Zoé: You, uh... You really live up to your name.

Chad: What's that supposed to mean?

Zoé: Oh, nothing.

-

Carlos: JAY! HIDE ME! *Hides behind Jay while he's talking to Jafadrien*

Jafadrien: Wow. Rude much?

Jay: Bud, what's going on?

Carlos: I'm being chased by an evil, malevolent creature!

Jafadrien: *Looks to where he's pointing* That'sss jussst Mari. And she'sss more sssadissstic than malevolent, but you're on the right track.

Jay: Whoa, she looks like your mom.

Carlos: That's why I'm running!

-

Fairy GodBro: So, you're this world's version of me.

Fairy GodMother: You bippidi boppidi better believe it!

Fairy GodBro: Oh my gosh! You do that too?! Does it annoy everyone else?

Fairy GodMother: It's why I keep saying it.

Fairy GodBro: Oh, you and I are gonna have some fun.

@imsparky2002 @msweebyness

[pleafyistired]

AND IT RUNG.... "kill him again -🃏" REKILLING HIM - 🕶

snile snartly. You choose to kill him.

and it barely was worth it.

You get a shitty comic cause im also currently working on other details of the story rn lol ❤️❤️💫💫💫 im cooking so hardd im having so much fun 💫💫

also funnily enough, you remember me saying chris had a shitty childhood yeah? It ties into ivan also snileee. But i also gotta explain chris childhood a bit hold on

imagine living in a home where your older amazing kind brother is always loved and cared for and can do whatever he wants while you get neglected and put through harsh trainings just because you show off a bit of your powers. And then you fight tooth and nail every day just to live and be yourself and even at one point almost get killed because you disobey orders.

So you grew up struggling for love and attention and then you figure out the only time you were loved and worshipped by everyone is when youre excelling at something amazing. So you go off the deep end putting yourself through hell to turn yourself into ana amazing perfect hero that ace at everything. Cause you rationalize the only time people love you is when youre doing something for them. And if you ever make a mistake even a small one, youre worthless and a disappointing mistake and deserve nothing. Smile.

His brother is a whole nother can of worm side character if u wana go that direction, but back to ivan. the fact that chris still got attached to erics dad (ivan) its. snile. before they fought and ivan traumatised chris. ivan used to be like a fun uncle to chris btw. play around with chris with chris's own dad. they got along. chris actually see him as a better dad. and then the war on territory and control happened then yeeesshhhh

ivan has a lot of influence over chris and eric. Both are very attached and have complicated feelings about the dude. No matter what, they are still very affected by the dude. And in the battle to fight him. They lost a lot. They lost surprisingly even more than when they were fighting the literal god of destruction. Their family. Their friends. Their homes. It was barely worth it. To tear open old wounds and stab the knife right back to place.

Heart emoji yaoi writing is so fun ❤️❤️ /silly

[this-violence-of-mine]

Wound Care

Asher scolds Cyrus a lot in this one! I decided he deserved a little caretaking, as a treat. TW for harsh language. Enjoy!

~

“Cyrus?” Asher called from the lower level. “Are you in here?”

He groaned and sat up. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m in here,” he called back, “I’m in the loft.”

“Are you okay?”

“You expect me to answer that honestly?”

The ladder creaked under his weight. His face popped up from over the edge. A large first aid kit slammed onto the floor as he threw it over. “Aimo told me about it.”

“Was he happy? Be honest.”

“No, he actually seemed worried.” He clambered onto the floor and sat on a bale of old hale. “When he mentioned the glass I knew I had to come see you.”

“Not the broken fingers?”

His brows furrowed and he frowned. “Broken fingers? He didn’t say anything about that.”

He shrugged. “Probably didn’t know. But about the glass, I’m good. None of it broke skin,” he paused, “I think.”

He sighed. “Do you have something against Ivan and me? Is this a game?”

“Don’t see why you’d think that.” From the side of his cot, atop the turned over crate he used as a nightstand, he grabbed his pack of cigarettes and a lighter. “Just trying to make your lives easier.” He pulled a cigarette from the pack and stuck it between his lips, lighting the tip.

“It doesn’t make anything easier when you sneak off injured just to stop us from treating you.” He shook his head. “It makes our lives a lot harder actually. Wounds are prone to infection and bones set wrong like to heal wrong, in case you were unaware.”

“Wow, what are you, a doctor?”

“Joke all you want, but I’m here to take care of you. Why are you so against getting help?”

“Maybe I don’t need it.”

“Maybe you do but you’re convinced you don’t deserve it because then you’d be a burden. Did I hit the nail on the head or should I keep going?”

“Has anyone ever told you your bedside manner sucks ass?”

“It only sucks ass with you because you’re the kind of patient who would be forced to come to the emergency room for a stabbing. I exist to help others. How would you be a burden on me if that’s what I do?”

“Others need help.”

“No. Nobody else has four broken fingers and possible lacerations. Stop it.”

He took a long drag off his cigarette. “Nah.”

“Cyrus Richards, I’m serious. Stop acting like you’re below help.”

“Look, you’ve already put so much time and effort into me when I got bit.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I-I can’t make you do that all over again.”

“Even if I want to?”

“I’m not worth the time or effort, man.”

He grabbed his shoulders. “I want to help you. You are my closest friend here and that says a lot.” He looked down and then back at him. “Cyrus, you’re worth the time and the effort.”

He looked away. “Look, I’d rather not keep this convo going. If you wanna look at my fingers, go right ahead.”

“This is about more than just the fingers. You run off whenever you get hurt and none of us know about it until after it’s healed wrong or you have another infection.” He pulled back. “Give me your hand.”

He held it out and winced as Asher pulled off the duct tape. The taste of copper filled his mouth from biting the inside of his cheek. Even the gentle touches sent a wave of pain through his hand.

“What were you thinking?”

“Wow, I really don’t wanna bother Asher or Ivan.” He kept his eyes averted.

He sighed. “Of course you were. Of course that’s exactly what you were thinking.”

“I’m sure you already knew that.”

“That was a rhetorical question, but I do appreciate the insight to your piss poor mental state.” His lips pulled into a tight frown and his brows furrowed. “The bruising isn’t as bad as I expected.”

“Oh joy.”

He bent down to examine the hand better. “It doesn’t look like there’s actually any fractures. I’m sure your ligaments are just torn.” He looked up at him. “That does not mean it’s any less of an injury.”

He winced from another touch. “Sure, sure. Just like how a sprained ankle is just as bad as a broken leg.”

“I’m not joking. It might be less severe than a fracture, but it doesn’t at all mean you should be using this hand for anything.”

“Alright, stop the scolding. I get it.”

“Do you or are you just saying that to get me to leave you alone?” 

“What do you think, Sherlock?”

He sighed. “Back to the injury, I think you’ll need them splinted. It can take anywhere from two to eight weeks for your fingers to completely heal.”

He laughed. “What? See, I thought I heard you say two to eight weeks. Don’t you mean days?”

“Weeks, Cyrus. As in the seven day period. Fourteen to fifty-six days.”

“Don’t you think that’s kinda, uh, a large range?”

“Yes.” His face was deadpan. 

“Give me a list of things I can do.”

“Whatever requires only one hand. I don’t even think you should stay up here while it heals. Climbing ladders one handed is dangerous.”

“Great. So not only is my hand fucked up but I’m also getting evicted.”

“It’s just a piece of advice. It’s up to you whether or not you follow it, but I recommend you do unless you want a nasty fall.”

“Where would I stay?”

“I could set you up in the other camper across from ours.”

“The clinic camper?”

He sighed. “Yes. The clinic camper.”

“You sure you won’t need the beds in there?”

“We don’t even use them. I end up treating everyone everywhere but that damn thing.” He took the roll of duct tape from inside his open duffel bag. “Let’s not delay the inevitable any further.”  He reached down and pulled the kit over. He undid the latch and rummaged through the clutter until he produced four tongue compressors.

“Alright. Be fast.” He looked away and balled his good hand into a tight fist, his nails digging into his palm.

“I’ll try.” 

Asher straightened his first finger, then the second, then the third and fourth. Agony crawled through his hand and up his forearm. He grimaced and bit back a curse.

He tore off a piece of tape and held the stick around his pointer finger as he wrapped it. With each one he repeated the process.

“We’re done.”

He released his held breath. “Thanks for that. I think I did it better, though.”

“No, you actually didn’t. I have no idea what result you envisioned when you taped your fingers together with no support.”

“Fuck if I know, I’m not a doctor.”

He shook his head. “With that out of the way, let me take care of the glass.”

“There is no glass.” He gestured to his leather jacket hanging from a loose nail. “She protected me.”

He sighed. “Fine, if you insist.” He closed the kit and stood up. “Do me a favor and don’t run off when you get hurt next time. It’s time consuming, tracking you down.”

“Maybe. Let me think about it.”

“I’m serious.”

“Sure, sure. So am I.” He slouched and rubbed the back of his neck. “But thanks, man, for taking care of that and all.”

“It was my pleasure.”

[miss-morgans-lover]

She's His (Kendall/Shelby) Part 2

Prompt: Why am I so afraid to lose you, when you're not even mine?

The perfect boy who has all the girls and many boys lusting after him. He could get anyone, but he goes for the girl I love. I understand the they love each other, but his affections towards her have been swayed towards Ivan. She deserves better than that. Though, in his defence, I don’t think he’s totally aware of his wandering eyes and staring. It’s kind of amusing. 

And as I’ve said, despite all this I’m scared to lose her. Perhaps the reason is that I’m scared any declaration of my real feelings will make things awkward and ruin the platonic relationship we currently have. Maybe I’m scared that she will tell the media my feelings, though I doubt that would happen. Maybe I’m scared of the commitment it will bring and the necessity for honesty. I may very well be scared she will find out about my trauma and leave me, not wanting to deal with it and/ or tell the media.

No matter what the reason is, I’m scared to lose her in any way, but she isn’t mine to lose. We’re not even close friends. Friends, maybe, but close friends, no. She barely talks to me. Why would she though, she rarely has a reason to. I wish she would talk to me, I want her to. She has such a beautiful voice, I could listen to it all day.

Part of me wishes that I never felt this way in the first place, then I wouldn’t have this issue. The jealousy. Though, a bigger part of me is glad that I do, because my feelings for her changed me for the better. She made me realise that I was wrong in the way I was acting, and don’t ask me how as I have no clue. But she did. It was my sexual issues, having too much sex that she snapped me out of. It had become a coping mechanism for me, much like alcohol did a few years back. I’m better now because of my family, my therapist, my social worker and her. Shelby helped me without even knowing it.

I wish she knew, I want her to know. To know how important she is to me.

I want her to be mine. To be my girlfriend. My partner. My love. But she’s his. Not mine.

I look over to her and see her smiling at Tyler. I can’t help but stare, she’s beautiful. She turns towards me and meets my eyes. She smiles at me. I smile back and lift up my hand to beckon her over. I could do with some help on my current ranger project, plus it will give me an excuse to spend some time with her. She tells Tyler goodbye before walking over to me. She glances at the computer screen before looking up to me. 

“Hey,” she says.

“Hi, could you take a look at this, I can’t seem to get it right,” I ask her.

“You want me to take a look?” she asks, surprised.

“Yeah, it is your area, is it not?” I reply, “the more scientific area of chemicals and such is a strong suit of yours, unless I got it wrong?”

“No, you’re right, but why ask me?” she pauses, “why not Riley?”

“Because, whilst Riley can do this, he isn’t as good as you and me, I need a fresh pair of eyes that knows what they are looking at,” I tell her.

“I thought you hated me,” she says, quietly, as she looks back at the screen.

“Hate you?” I ask, “I don’t hate you, why do you think that?”

“You’re a smart girl Shelby, and I apologise for making you think I hate you, I never have,” I pause, then add, “ I actually rather admire you, in a way.”

“You admire me?” she questions, “why?”

Smiling I say, “because you've come so far since you got here. You started out as a clumsy waitress who wouldn’t talk to anyone, but now. Now you aren’t so clumsy, you, you are more than happy to get yourself dirty during digs, You’ve come out of your shell so much, and you’re a damn good pink ranger.”

“Thank you!” she says, smiling now.

“Plus, you’re very smart, you could rival me, in more ways than one,” I tell her.

“Really?” she asks, happy. I nod.

She throws her arms around me in a hug, and I hug her back. It takes her a second to realise what she did, and she tries to pull away, I keep her there for a couple seconds before letting her go. 

“I’m so sorry!” she says incredulous.

“It’s ok, I don’t mind, actually, I kinda enjoyed it,” I tell her, honestly, trying to calm her.

“You enjoyed it?” she asks, surprised but calmer.

“Yep, you’re a comforting person, plus, I don’t get many hugs,” I admit.

“In that case, can I hug you again?” she asks.

I nod.

We hug again, and it feels so nice to have it. Her of all the people hugging me. This makes all the jealousy go away. For the moment I’m happy, I’m content.

For the moment it doesn’t matter that she’s his.

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

3 thing ask:

2, 6, 11, 33, 34, 37

Three movies you have rewatched many times

1. Spirit: Stallion Of The Cimarron. I went through a phase when I was nine/ten where I’d rewatch this movie multiple times a week for… like a year 😅

2. Bolt. Underrated movie!! This was another one I looped when I was younger, and I tried writing a fanfic about it when I was eleven maybe but gave up after one page or something lol

3. The Good Dinosaur. Yet another one I looped when I was younger :) I saw this one in theaters too!!

I went through a major animation phase when I was 9-13. All these + How To Train Your Dragon were pretty much all I watched aksgaksgaksg

I still have all my animash edits saved :) Perhaps I will share them someday…

Three characters that inspire you

Ooh man, hmm…

1. Tommy (DSMP). This answer seems silly at first, but I’m always touched by how much and how hard he tries. He tries so hard to be good, and to help people, and to never give up on people, and it’s amazing. It’s rare that I find characters who are so, for lack of better words, good. He’s just a really good kid.

He also loves most everything he touches, and he loves hard. He loves so hard that it’s impossible to not see it, to not feel it, to not be changed by it, and that’s freaking powerful.

(I’m really having to Think about this question, because while I like a bunch of characters, I’m not often inspired by those characters)

2. Zelda (BOTW/TOTK). LOOK AT ME PICKING A CHARACTER FROM A VIDEO GAME!!! WOO!!!

If I had to describe Zelda in one word, I’d choose “selfless”. So, so selfless. It’s crazy.

The things she does for her kingdom and for Link and for the things she cares about is near-unmatched; she’ll do hard things for the good of others, and I mean really hard things. Heartbreaking, painful, scary things that I honestly probably wouldn’t do.

I think she’s really neat :) And I think I could learn a lot about being selfless from her.

3. Goshhhh I’m kinda drawing a blank here ummm

*spongebob time-passing-screen-thing with the french guy*

Okay so I literally hopped off tumblr for the night and came back to this question twelve hours later lol and I still cannot think of a character :’0

Three books that you would recommend everyone to read

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1. The One And Only Ivan :D This is one of four stories that has ever made me tear up, and the only story that has ever made me cry. It’s just… ough. It’s beautiful and unique and it’s amazing it’s amazing it’s amazing I CANNOT tell you enough how amazing this book is oh my gosh-

AND FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING, DON’T FREAKING WATCH THE MOVIE! IT SUCKS! IT TOOK ALL THE THINGS THAT MADE THE BOOK UNIQUE AND GOT RID OF THEM AND THE RESULT IS AN INFURIATING PIECE OF MEDIA THAT DOES NOT DO THE BOOK JUSTICE! DON’T FREAKING WATCH THE MOVIE! READ THE BOOK!

2. What Beauty There Is by Cory Anderson. I read this one very recently, I think in December, and… wow. Absolutely stunning. Just… wow. It’s haunting—that’s probably the best word for it—and beautiful and deep and dark and tragic. It’s the sort of book that made me feel a bit heavier while I was reading.

(Also one of the four stories that has made me tear up sooooo)

There is a bit (not a lot at all) of swearing, and one scene that bordered the lines between PG-13 and something above PG-13; it was like… I don’t know, it’s kinda confusing. It was sort of sexual but nothing really ended up happening. It was more like an implication or a suggestion.

But other than those things, the book was fantastic and I highly highly recommend!!

3. THE ROAD BY CORMAC MCCARTHY!!! YES THIS DESERVES CAPS LOCK!!!

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It’s one of the coolest and best stories I have ever hekkin read and it’s so sad and so amazing and so well-formatted and so interesting and so OUGHHHH

I need to reread this again 😭

There’s like, one swear word maybe? Two? Hardly any, really. But there’s definitely some disturbing scenes that would make a lot of people uncomfortable, so I’d advise caution.

But yesssssss this story is so good I’m gonna scream 😭

Three scented candles that you love the most

Gonna be perfectly honest here, I don’t like candles all that much. I just… eh. I don’t see the point. Not my thing.

So instead of doing scented candles, I’ll just list three of my favorite scents in general 😅

1. Vanilla :)

2. Certain flowersss maybe?? Some of them smell nice? Like vanilla but with honey and sort of like yogurt now that I think about it.

But a lot of flowers don’t smell like anything to me, so meh.

3. Uhhh

(This question is making me realize that my sense of smell is either not very strong or I just don’t… care that much about it lol because this is hardddd)

3. Like. Food. Good food. Yyyyyes.

Three people in history that inspire you the most

This is making me remember that I really do like history, and I like learning about history/people in history, but it is MISERABLE trying to find history books that aren’t hard to read or incredibly boring. So unfortunately I don’t know as much history as I would like :(

And I do like a bunch of people in history, but like the character question, I’m not often inspired by them.

Three languages you would love to learn

1. ASL!! I’ve been wanting to learn this one for years but haven’t been able to figure out how :’0 I would really like to take a class, but they’re surprisingly difficult to find.

2. Dutch! I think it’s super satisfying to listen to and I think it’d be fun :D

3. FRENCH!!! I technically know a little bit of French, but definitely not enough to say that I truly speak it.

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Bomb Girls?

Bomb Girls 💣👠

the first character i ever fell in love with: Kate. I thought she was precious and I love that she's a singer too.

a character that i used to love/like, but now do not: Gladys was okay at first but quickly got on my nerves the more drama she got involved in.

a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not: Ivan/Kate was...something.

my ultimate favorite character™: Lorna Corbett. She might seem icy at first but there's so much to her as the story evolves and Meg Tilly is absolutely amazing in the role. And of course, Bob Corbett because PoB which is an automatic given 😘

prettiest character: I swear I will not answer this category every time with Peter's characters 🤣 but it must be said that is ONE HANDSOME MAN. But joking aside, Kate and Betty are both extremely lovely, as is Lorna.

my most hated character: MARCO. He does get better later on but I still couldn't stand him.

my OTP: Bob/Lorna 💕

my NOTP: Marco/Lorna

favorite episode: I don't have a specific one but I enjoy all the soft Bob and Lorna moments a ton.

saddest death: James, simply because he absolutely adored Gladys and deserved better than what happened.

favorite season: I like them both equally

least favorite season: 👆🏻frankly my least favorite thing about the show was the Marco/Lorna affair and that was it.

character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate: I suppose Gladys? There really isn't much of a fandom.

my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: I don't think there really is a trashy character besides Hazel and Marco, both of whom I dislike 🤷🏻‍♀️

my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: Betty. Poor girl goes through a lot.

my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship: There isn't one for me.

my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship’: Ivan/Kate and Betty/Teresa (both fine as is, just not anything I gravitate towards with my shipper heart the same way as others)