#like her having to grab some random shit in an emergency and use that

[styxxsyringe]

i push my penis into my pies or whatever corey taylor said

[puppetmaster13u]

For any of your cryptid batfam AUs. We know Batman thinks criminals are superstitious and cowardly. So how superstitious should most Gothamites be? What are some of the superstitions and things they do because of that? And what random BS do the Bat kids do to actively encourage the superstitions because they think it’s funny?

Vibrates in headcanons.

Okay, so, this is less just the criminals of Gotham- a lot of goons are just trying to put food on the table after all- and more of, Gothamites in general. Like they have good reason to be superstitious.

Like everyone already knows about the Court of Owls, if nothing else then from the Rhyme they use to get children to behave. But Gotham? Is Weird with a capital W even in canon. There are literal streets that disappear and only reappear on certain days, areas where on specific days gravity just doesn't work right, several portals to hell have been opened just in Arkham alone, and there's enough curses and cults to smother any other place.

Funnily enough I am actually currently working on a story that focuses a bit more on the superstitions of Gotham lol. Like a lot of this stuff? Not shit you're going to see in the more tourist-esque spots, but those are death traps already.

Now a lot of the habits and myths of Gotham start out as a thing about Survival. It started less with things about the Bats and more about the Rogues and how to survive.

Tiny plant boxes meticulously cared for, after one noticed how plants react when Ivy is around. They line the windows of almost every home despite the smog, and some even pray through them for their Mother to not attack today.

Small scarecrow dolls, made of grass balls and cloth hang from overhangs on roofs with rope like a hangman, a charm in hopes that the one walking the streets will leave them alone. It ends with some claiming that if you rip the head from the body of cloth, the Scarecrow will come for you.

Small candles and lanterns begin to appear on the windowsills of children, their own homemade batsignals. Some say if you're very good, gifts will appear beside it, while others claim that if you're very bad, the Signal will appear and take you away.

Tiny shrines appear on rooftops over the years, meticulously carved statuettes within. It started with one for the Second Robin, and some whisper about how the Red Hood emerged from it, was reborn through their prayers and gifts. Now there are more, offerings ranging from snacks to child's drawings to figures of clay. No one dares take things from it, the last time someone tried... well, let's just say it didn't end well.

The thing is? The Bats don't even have to do much to encourage this, and don't usually even do it on purpose.

Everyone knows what happened to the ones who tried to be a vigilante. They know of the first Batgirl, humanity slowly dripped away the longer she huddled in the Bat's shadow until she was twisting around just like it. Any child who had been making their own costumes, their parents burned it that night, terrified that the Bat would take their children to be its own next. The small child, everyone knew about him, a wee little thing with a camera clutched against his chest. They all saw him run after the Bats despite the protests, saw him run towards the Bat as bodies crumbled before it. They saw him grab its arm with such tiny hands, and the Bat, grieving, stopped. They all saw the Bat whisk him away, and once more whispered to their children to never follow the Bats into the shadows. They know of the girl cloaked in amethyst cloth, who chased after them despite the warnings and pleadings of others. She disappeared, and the faceless thing of chittering laughs that raced the Robin that appeared in her stead... Everyone knows what happens to those who offer themselves to the Bats, knowingly or not.

Robin can mimic voices, their own childish giggles and clicks echoing across the stone slipping into another's words. What is merely a game to them is horrific for anyone wandering the streets in the dark of the night. Some say that it can steal your voice permanently if it so wished.

Everyone in Gotham knows that the Bats aren't human. Oh they might mimic and pretend to be as such, or even had been at some point, but they're confident they aren't. Even if they put on an act outside of Gotham, corpse-like skin gaining hints of color like blood is actually rushing through veins, everyone knows that's what it is. An act.

The Bats themselves? Well, it keeps their civilian identity safe- and the shrines have helped them get children out of bad home lives and to safety, so they're not going to just... not encourage it.

[you-call-it-a-dude]

Just Can't Hack It Pt.2

Pt.1

Request: so this is part two to a story. The original request was reader dealing with substance use. I had a few folks wanting another part and I was feeling inspired to add a second part so I did!

Pairings: Leighton Murray x female reader

Warnings: TW!!! I would say this one is more triggering than the first. Mentions of opioid use, accidental overdose, use of narcan/naloxone, difficult discussions around the topic of addiction, needles. This is a super heavy story. Read with caution, take a step back if it's not for you. I have many other stories you can check out if you want something more light hearted. Nobody dies, but it's a pretty realistic scenario about addiction/loving someone with addiction. Could be triggering in many ways, so please be aware.

Authors Note: here I go again adding more chapters to stories I've been saying imma leave as one shots lol. This story is super depressing, I'm so sorry. If you're into that tho, welcome lol. I apologize for my lack of posting. Ive had a lot of life changes happen recently and my mental health hasn't been the greatest (maybe writing this depressing ass chapter will help). I do want to clarify, I am not a drug user. Just a social worker that reads, does research lol. Thank you all for your patience, thank you so everyone that's read my other work while waiting for me to post again. I love you all. I love you for reading, for sharing opinions and engaging in discussions with me and I love you for existing. I hope you like this next chapter

**if you have any questions regarding Narcan/Naloxone, fentanyl test strips, or anything like that, feel free to reach out**

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You woke up with a loud gasp, some random girl rubbing circles on your sternum. You rushed to sit forward, accidentally shoving her back.

The air was flowing back into your lungs and you felt like you couldn't get it in there quick enough. Your teeth were chattering and you were in that same fucking basement DJ died in.

You grab her wrist with shaky hands and she talked to you calmly, asking you if you were okay and all you could do was shake your head no. Your chest was heaving and it felt like you were inhaling razor blades or something.

What the fuck?

"Sit up slow." She tells you, helping you sit up and you notice her hands are also shaking. "You should probably go to the emergency room." She tells you and you're confused because you don't know why.

"Did something happen?" You ask, your throat dry. You cough to clear it and when you reach forward to grab a cup of whatever off the table, you see an oddly shaped object discarded on the table. You pick it up, your hands still shaking and you run your thumb over the pink 'Narcan' written on the label "Fuck." You whisper to yourself. "Fuck, did...?" You turn your attention to her and she kind of just shrugs.

"I'm not sure honestly. Maybe? But I didn't think it could hurt. You didn't look great, like at all."

You continue to stare down at the small nasal spray, your hands still shaking like never before. You blinked hard a few times, trying to wrap your head around everything.

"I'm so sorry." You apologized to this stranger for most likely traumatizing the fuck out of her.

"Do you have someone to call? You probably need to go to the emergency room." She ignored your apology and something about that made you feel like shit.

"Emergency room? What? That stuff worked. I'm fine." You say, tossing the bottle back onto the table.

"Yeah, but it wears off in like thirty minutes, more or less." She points out.

"Wears off?!" You ask in shock and she nods at you, looking at you like you were stupid.

"And I'm not using my other one on you so I suggest you go." She said with a slight attitude, no longer giving off that friendly vibe she had before. "And maybe get your own for next time, yeah?"

"Fine, Jesus." You say, no longer feeling as indebted to her the more bitchy she got toward you.

You take a few moments to gather yourself, still feeling not the greatest. The girl next to you that potentially saved your life was now injecting something between her toes and if that wasn't enough motivation to get the fuck up and go, you don't know what is.

You grab your things and thank her again. Unsurprisingly, she doesn't say anything back.

Your legs feel weak and shaky. Getting up the stairs and out of the house took way more effort than it should've. You hated this fucking place and you felt disgusting for even coming back.

Your intention was to take an Uber to the emergency room on campus, but when you checked your bank account you were almost certain a ride request wouldn't even go through.

You physically just felt too weak to stand so you sat on the curb, knowing you were going to have to call Leighton and just fucking hated yourself for it.

You pulled out the pills you had taken from your pocket and investigated them. You got them from Liza instead of your normal dealer. She told you they would be exactly the same pills you were used to buying from Angel, just less expensive. Your lack of funds sold you on them immediately. Except now that you actually took the time to study them, you realize they looked nothing like the other ones.

You had no idea what you took.

What you do know is you took two of them at once. It was less than what you normally would've taken. You can't even remember why you decided to only take two instead of your usual four, but clearly sober you was looking out.

Well...semi-sober you.

You called Leighton and it took three tries for her to answer. She was mad at you again because you bailed on her the other night on dinner plans that you made.

"Hello?" She finally answered. You could hear laughter in the background so you knew she was out with friends or out doing something and it made you feel even worse to ask her for help.

"Hi, Leight." You say softly, pushing your fingertips into your eyes trying to build up the courage to ask her. "Can you help me, please?"

"Help you?" She sounds concerned and you hear a door close behind her, all of the noise fading away. "What's going on?"

"I need-I need, fuck!" You try, the words feeling almost impossible to get out. "I need to go to the emergency room, I think." You finally get out, blinking hard to keep your brain working.

"Emergency room? What's going on? Where are you?"

"Please, Leighton. I'm at the blue house on the edge of campus. You know the one." You rub your palm against your forehead. "Can you please just come get me."

"Yeah. I know the one." Of course she did. Everyone knows the blue fucking house. It's literally nicknamed the druggie house on campus. There's only one reason people went there. Her voice sounded monotone and she was definitely connecting some dots. "I'm coming, I'm not far away." She hangs up on you before you can even tell her goodbye and you just feel her disappointment radiating through the phone.

It was less than ten minutes when you saw a familiar car pull up.

Leighton stepped out of the passenger side and as soon as the door closed, the window was rolling down to reveal Whitney in the drivers seat.

"Are you kidding me, Leighton." You complained as she rushed over to help you.

"Shut up." Whitney said from the driver's side, rolling her eyes at you.

"Fuck you!" You spat at her, letting Leighton help pull you to your feet.

"No, fuck you! What the hell is wrong with you?" You stayed silent because you didn't have an answer to her question. "That's what I fucking thought. Now get in the car."

Leighton sat in the back with you, letting you lay your head on her lap. She hasn't said a single word to you since she picked you up and you don't know if it was the drugs or the anxiety caused by her silence that was making your heart race the way it was.

Your body was sore and your head ached. You turned so you could bury your face in her sweater, inhaling the smell of her. She massaged your scalp, pulling you closer to her body.

Whitney dropped you both off at the front door and said to call her when you needed to be picked up. She sounded a lot nicer now, but she was also talking to Leighton.

You weren't feeling great at all and you definitely had the fear that whatever dosage that girl gave you was wearing off and you were going to die in the waiting room of this fucking hospital.

Leighton helped bring you to the front desk. You declined her offer of a wheelchair because something about that just felt degrading. Having to have her push you because of something you did to yourself?

Falling to the ground and crawling would be less embarrassing.

The woman at the desk greeted you and asked what was going on and you hesitated. Because even though Leighton probably figured shit out by now, you never said it out loud.

Saying it out loud would finally be admitting that you had a problem, which is why you've avoided it for so long.

"I-um-I-" both Leighton and the lady at the desk with the patience of a saint watch you fiddle nervously with the pen attached to a chain. "I am not feeling too great. I was given narcan maybe thirty minutes ago." You were blinking rapidly trying to get through your sentence, the fluorescent lighting and the pounding headache was making your brain short circuit.

The lady at the desk sat up quickly, asking you for your ID and insurance card, asking someone behind her to call for a nurse. You pulled your wallet from your pocket and Leighton had to help you pull the cards out because your hands were shaking and you just couldn't do it.

A male nurse appeared out of nowhere with a rolling blood pressure cuff and asked you to follow him to the triage area.

"What about my stuff?" You ask, letting this man escort you to a little area.

"I've got it, baby." Leighton said calmly, a few steps behind you, shoving your ID back into your wallet that she was still holding.

You sat down in a chair with your feet planted firmly on the floor like instructed and you felt like this firm wooden chair was consuming you.

He slipped the blood pressure cuff on your arm, the stethoscope planted firmly in the center of your arm. His eyes never left you while he asked you some questions.

"Do you know how many doses of the narcan you received?"

"Just one." You say and he nods.

"What did you take?" He asks, making eye contact with you and waiting for your response.

You swallowed and looked up at Leighton, who was waiting at you expectantly to answer.

"I don't know. It wasn't from my usual person. My friend that got it for me said it would be the same and it wasn't. I took less than what I normally would." You admit and it sounds embarrassing to even say something like that. You just hope he doesn't ask you-

"How much do you normally take? How much did you take of these?"

"Um, four to five 10mg Percocet. I only took two of these."

"Okay." He nods and the machine starts to beep. He removes the cuff from your arm and motions to someone behind you. "We are going to take you back now, okay? Your blood pressure is too low." He said while he and Leighton help you stand up and you were mortified to find them leading you to a wheelchair.

"Yeah, okay." You nod and when you sit you look back between Leighton and the nurse with a panicked expression. "Can she come back with me?"

"Of course." He takes hold of the wheelchair and takes you to a double door, pressing the button and leading you and Leighton through a maze of curtained rooms before bringing you to an open bed.

As soon as your butt hit that bed, two nurses were rushing in one was hooking you up to different machines and pulling down your shirt to stick electrodes on your chest to monitor your heart.

Before you could even process anything, your bed was being lowered and you were laying flat on your back and the second nurse was giving you a second dose of narcan up your nostrils while the first nurse finally explained to you and Leighton what the fuck was going on.

She said that narcan is usually done in two or more doses and that it often wears off before the effects of the pills do. That because you only received one dose, you were already showing the signs of the first dose wearing off and going into another potential overdose.

You didn't even have time to panic or freak out. They had the narcan up your nose and had you sitting back up like it never even happened. Leighton nodding with wide eyes from the chair next to you and trying to absorb what the nurse was saying.

You gripped the bridge of your nose and squinted your eyes while the nurse finished speaking, already starting to feel better.

"We are going to keep you here for a couple of hours just for monitoring." She rolls a little tray over to your bed that has a needle, test tubes, and a tourniquet. All the makings for getting your blood drawn. "We are required to do a toxicology screening on you, especially since you do not know what you took." She slips on a new pair of gloves. "These results will not be shared with the university." She reassured when she saw your face drop. "Arm out."

She cleaned your arm with an alcohol pad and tied the elastic tourniquet around your arm, pressing on your veins to find a vein. She inserts the needle in your arm and you watch the multiple vials fill up. She removes the tourniquet, has you hold a cotton ball where the needle went in and slaps a bandaid over it. She cleans up the area and says she'll be back shortly and walks out without saying another word.

Leighton had been silent the entire time. She was holding your things and sitting on the chair next to your bed watching the monitor with all off your vitals. Her eyes looked glassed over and you didn't know what to say or how to even begin to say it.

"Thanks for coming with me." You say pitifully and her eyes dart from the monitor to look over at you.

"I feel so stupid." She says, shaking her head. "Everything is like, making sense now, you know? The missed dates, the weird behavior, the angry outbursts." She nods her head, almost like she was agreeing with her own thoughts.

"I'm so sorry."

"And then you take shit that you don't even know what it is and- and you fucking overdose? What if you fucking died, Y/N?" She sounds so angry, but you can see she's on the verge of tears. You reach for her, touching her arm and she yanks herself away from you. "Don't fucking touch me."

"Then fucking go if you don't want to stay." You say, staring up at the ceiling, blinking back tears.

"Stop."

"I should've just let myself die on the curb of that stupid fucking house." You slammed your head against the pillow, the machines beeping like crazy for a brief moment.

"Can you just shut the fuck up with that self deprecating shit?" She spits, crossing her arms and legs.

She's very closed off and distant now. It almost felt like you could feel her distancing herself from you in real time. There's an awkward silence between the two of you and you reach for her.

"Leighton..."

"Mmmh mmmh." She shakes her head no, keeping her attention focused on her phone

"Baby." You try again and when her fingers pause over the phone screen you know you're getting somewhere. "Please, baby."

She rolls her eyes and sighs, giving you her attention.

"What."

"I'm really sorry." You say sincerely, playing with the edge of the flimsy hospital blanket.

"For...?" There was no hint of emotion to her voice. But in scenarios like this, Leighton was always good at shutting down and putting her walls up.

"For how I've been treating you. For a lot of things."

"If that's all you're going to say, that's a really shitty fucking apology."

"No! Of course that's not all. I-fuck. Okay. Just give me a second to collect my thoughts."

"Well, maybe if you weren't high on god knows what you'd be able to give me a less pathetic apology."

Maybe it was your high wearing off, maybe it was just the drugs in general, but man for the briefest moment you wanted to cuss her out.

You clench your jaw and exhale through your nose in an attempt to remain calm.

"If you let me fucking finish talking maybe you'll be more than the pathetic apology." You say through gritted teeth and she just raises her eyebrows at you expectantly. "I fucked up, okay? I know that. I didn't mean for it to get this bad." You admit and she tilts her head, her gaze visibly softening.

"What do you mean?" She scoots the hospital chair closer to your bed.

"I got the meds originally when I messed up my knee. It freaked me out about if I would get to play again or not. When I got back into it, it was great, but I fucking sucked and there was this insane amount of pressure to be as good as I was before my injury. There still is that pressure. My knee just felt tight all the time. Like it was about to snap at any moment. I did the physical therapy, the ice baths, I did everything. Well, everything but admit that maybe it's just straight up fucked." You look down and begin to pick at on your fingertips. Leighton reaches forward to stop you and instead you press your thumb against one of her manicured nails, enjoying the feeling of the pinpricking pressure against your fingertip.

"Keep going, baby." She encourages softly and you could feel yourself relax.

"I refilled my final prescription for my meds right before I started playing again. I would ration the bottle and take them after games and stuff. Then I took them during a game and realized I could play pretty damn good and my leg felt fantastic. Well, until afterwards when it felt worse than ever. Turns out if you take meds to prevent pain, it's really difficult to gauge when you're pushing yourself too far. So I would take some meds before the game, during the game, then again after the games..." Leighton opens her mouth to speak, but you continue with your thought. "...And then one or two more before bed."

"Jesus Christ, Y/N." She says, sounding both shocked and horrified. "I don't even...how long-how many? I don't know! I'm trying not to ask my question without sounding like a dick." She admits and looks to you for some guidance.

You don't know her exact question, but you can guess where she was going with it.

"It was supposed to be refill that lasted three months and finished it in like a month. Maybe a month in a half if I want to be generous. They were a low-ish doses, so I would take more."

"How many were you supposed to take a day? How many did you take?" She asked her questions in a quick succession.

"I was supposed to take one, max two, a day." She nodded and raised her eyebrows expectantly. "I was taking like four to six."

"I-what?! You know what," she takes a deep breath to calm herself down. "Let me approach this in a non-judgmental way. I just, I really want to know what happened to escalate the situation and bring us where we are now." She squeezes your hand reassuringly.

"So my prescription runs out and I find a connect when I go to one of the parties at the blue house. I got pills from him for a while, but you would not believe how expensive opioids are." You tried to joke, only when you looked up to see Leighton was not laughing, not even cracking a smile, you quickly cleared your throat and got serious. "After DJ died in the house, I starting using more and it was just getting more expe-"

"Wait what? The guy that overdosed in the house, you were his friend?"

"I, well, yes. But I was also...there. I called the ambulance when I found him." You could feel everything else coming out like word vomit. "I introduced him to Liza, who introduced him to drugs." You clenched your jaw, trying to swallow down the breakdown you've been keeping at bay for over a month now. "I killed him, Leighton. It's my fault he's dead." You look up at her tearfully and when Leighton frowns and calls you 'baby', you fucking lose it.

She stands up and pulls your face from your hands. The machines attached to you are beeping rapidly for who knows what fucking reason and it was pissing you off.

"Get these off of me." You say mid sob, attempting to pull the electrodes of your chest, yanking at the wires and your shirt blindly. "Get these fucking off!"

Leighton was fighting your arms at this point, doing her best to keep your arms still. Your brain could comprehend that you were smacking her unintentionally, hitting her arms, her hands, and her chest. You felt like your body was stuck between fight and flight right now. You felt out of control in every aspect, mentally and physically. You wanted to stop, you wanted to calm down, you just literally could not.

Within seconds two nurses came in and Leighton held your arms until one of the nurses took her place. Her absence felt more upsetting and agitating, so you attempted to reach for her. Your throat felt raw from crying and now you were screaming for Leighton, begging her to help you.

You gripped a nurses arm tightly, your face smushed against her scrubs while you watched Leighton's horrified expression as the two nurses turned you on your side. One of them pulled your pants down on one side and inject a tranquilizer into your ass cheek.

You gasped and squeezed the nurses arm, mortified about what happened and that it happened in front of Leighton. You were also both shocked and impressed at how quickly your heart rate was going down.

You also felt absolutely terrible for the tears and snot you were getting on this poor nurse's scrubs. Going back and forth between pitifully apologizing to her and to Leighton while the meds kicked in.

You could feel your arms getting heavy and the nurses began to lay you on your back again. The one you were gripping for dear life was covering you with a blanket and you can over hear the one that injected your ass trying to talk Leighton through what she just witnessed.

Something about it being normal behavior when coming off a lot of drugs so suddenly. You don't fucking know.

What you do know is Leighton looked pale and traumatized and that it was absolutely your fucking fault.

You reached for her. Desperately trying to tell her that you loved her. That you're in love with her and that you were so fucking sorry.

She looked at you confused, holding your hand and telling you she couldn't understand what you were saying. You could feel yourself getting riled up mentally, but your body felt stuck. Like gum to the bottom of a fucking shoe you were stuck and locked into this bed.

The nurses left and she pulled her chair close to your bed again, her hand never letting go of yours while she did. She sat in front of you, calling you baby, pushing hair from your face, and telling you that it was okay and to just close your eyes for a little bit.

You moaned and whined, tears sliding down your cheeks. They matched the ones streaming down Leighton's and you wanted you kiss them away. Instead she wiped your tears and begged you not to cry, her lips pressed against the side of your head.

You closed your eyes, Leighton's lips against your temple while she whispered calming things in your ear.

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You woke up confused. You had a hospital gown on over your shirt and pants, and you were also pretty sure you were in a different room.

"Water?" You croak, your mouth dryer than nothing you have ever experienced before.

"Here." Came a voice next to you that was most definitely not Leighton.

You turn your head to the side to see Whitney holding a styrofoam cup with a straw and you push yourself to sit up straight, blinking and wiping away the dried up tears and sleep gunk from your eyes.

You hesitate at first, but you take the cup from her. You drink the cool ice water down like your life depended on it.

"Thank you." You tell her when you finished drinking, breathing heavily like a toddler after they downed some juice. You look around the room for any signs of Leighton, finding none. You try not to panic, but the machine measuring your hate rate gives you away.

"She'll be back. I sent her home a bit ago to change into different clothes and get something to eat." Whitney informs you, setting the water on the little table. She stands up and goes to the sink, wetting a small stack of those thin paper towels with warm water and wiping your face and mouth. You could feel your dried spit and snot come off with ease. You closed your eyes while she wiped your face, too tired to feel embarrassed. "Better?" She asks you, patting your face with a dry paper towel when she was done.

You nod your head yes, settling further into the bed.

"How long was I out?" You stare at the analog clock on the wall, but it doesn't help much since you didn't even know the time you came in or were knocked out at.

"Maybe seven hours? It's been a while. They said it could range from like six to twelve hours." You nod, staring at your covered feet. You can feel yourself checking out mentally, but Whitney talking again brings you back to earth. "Leighton filled me in, I hope that's okay."

"Mhmm, yeah." You shrugged and nodded, trying to hide your shame over the fact that another person knows this about you now.

"Why didn't you say anything to anyone?" She was soft with her approach, but there was a thin layer of assertiveness underneath.

"Well, Whitney, the thing about having a drug problem is you don't really fucking realize you have a drug problem until you end up in a hospital and get a needle shoved into your ass cheek. Or, maybe it's when a girl that injects meth between her toes gets pissy for using her Narcan on you. Gee, I just can't decide." You say sarcastically and Whitney's face hardens slightly.

"Okay, I get it." She says defensively, sitting back in the chair to lean away from you. You sigh and attempt to run a hand through your hair, but it's all matted and sweaty.

"Sorry, I'm sorry." You say quietly. "I thought I had a handle on it, okay? I didn't think it was a problem." You admit, nodding your head as you thought to yourself. "Clearly." You vaguely gesture to yourself laid up in a hospital bed and Whitney nods.

"Everything is starting to make sense though. Your behaviors, your angry outbursts, the way you treated Leighton."

You wince at that last one. You treated her horribly the last like eight months and you knew that.

It was such a weird feeling. To love someone so deeply and be unable to stop yourself from absolutely wrecking them and treating them like shit.

"Yeah, I've been told already things are adding up. Glad I could provide some clarity." You give her a tight lipped smile and a weak thumbs up.

"You're awake!"

You look up to see Leighton coming into the room, a little visitor badge pinned to her hoodie. You nod, looking up at her with a smile. Your eyes start to water, something about seeing her just hitting you with the overwhelming urge to cry because you were so fucking happy she came back.

You open your arms for her and she sets her purse down to rush to your side and give you a hug. You wrap your arms around her and hold her tightly, pressing your lips wherever you could.

A knock at the door caused her to pull away. She took the extra seat on the other side of your bed as the doctor came in and greeted you, washing his hands.

He did an overall exam on you. Checked your mouth, your eyes, listening to your heart and lungs. He pulled his stool up to your bed and rested a folder of paperwork by your feet.

"So, we got your blood results back. It's routine to drug test in these situations. The school will not be informed of the results." He reassured you like the nurse did previously. "Now," he opens the packet of papers to a specific page where numbers are highlighted. "You have a decent amount in your system. I'm sure that's something you're aware of." You nod and he continues. "We do not think you overdosed on the pills themselves. Not to say that means you should go out and keep slamming them back."

The three of you made a face at him, unsure if his comment was meant to lighten the mood or if he was just a dick.

"So what's the problem then?" Whitney speaks up and he clears his throat.

"Well, you have a dangerous amount of fentanyl in your system. Whatever you took was most likely laced. Had you taken the four pills you said you normally took, you would probably be dead. Here are some packets about fentanyl as well as some inpatient and outpatient treatments for opioid addiction, and some information about methadone." He sets about five pamphlets in the open space between your legs and stands up, pushing his chair back in. "The nurse is going to come in with your discharge paperwork. Schedule an appointment with your PCP. Have a good day ladies." He sanitizes his hands and leaves the room, leaving the three of you looking confused and dumbfounded.

"That was it?" Leighton asks after he leaves, clearly frustrated. She reaches forward and grabs the pamphlets off your legs and thumbs through them furiously. "You almost fucking die apparently and that's it? You go the fuck home? What the fuck."

"Leighton, please stop." You say calmly, but she was pacing the room now while she read.

"This methadone seems good. I can call my dad and get you into a good rehab. Inpatient or out." She says while reading through the pamphlets and you start feeling overwhelmed.

Of course you wanted to be better and to stop taking the pills.

But the thought of actually doing it scared the shit out of you.

"Can I please just go home first and figure this out later?" You ask, scratching your eyebrow.

"Yes," Whitney says and looks up and Leighton sternly. "Yes, you can." She says, answering for Leighton.

"I have one request." Leighton says, shoving the pamphlets into her purse before sitting at the edge of your bed. "Please stay with us for a bit. A few days, a week. However long. Just please do it, okay?"

You nodded your head. You knew you scared her, no, fucking traumatized her. She was looking at you right now like she wanted to cry. Like if you told her no she would probably burst into tears.

You couldn't tell her no. You couldn't do this to her again. You definitely couldn't do anything to risk losing her.

"Yes, I'll stay with you. Can I stop at my room at get some clothes?"

"Absolutely. Can I go in with you when you do?"

You hesitated. You thought about the state of your side of the room. You definitely weren't as clean as you used to be. You most definitely had been slacking on doing your laundry and the thought of her going in there and seeing your gross, crusty underwear made you want to flip.

You still agreed though and she kissed your cheek. She went to kiss your lips and you turned your head.

"My mouth feels disgusting. More kissing later?"

"Deal." She nods, sneaking a quick peck onto your lips anyway.

There was a knock on the door and a nurse stepped in holding some paperwork.

"Alrighty, Y/N. Let's get you outta here, hun."

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You rushed into your dorm, quickly picking up dirty clothes from the floor and tossing them in your hamper, picking up trash and shoving it aside.

"Sorry, I'm sorry." You apologize profusely for the state of your room.

"No, don't. It's okay." Leighton says, taking in the space.

She hadn't been allowed into your room for a while. Usually when she would come over it would be spotless and smell like air fresher. It was a complete 180 from what she was used to.

You could almost see her absorbing in the gravity of your addiction. As if almost OD'ing on laced pills, blowing off her dates, and having frequent mood swings weren't enough. She was getting a first hand view of how little you had been taking care of yourself because of it.

Something about that felt more shameful than anything. You felt vulnerable and exposed. You had been caught putting on a show and now all the curtains were being pulled back to expose the complex layers of your addiction. Exposing problems that you didn't even realize were becoming problems until someone you love is watching you scramble to clean it up.

"I just need to get some clean clothes." You say, opening your drawers and finding them to be pretty bare. "Fuck." You whisper to yourself.

"Why don't you bring some dirty clothes with you and we can do laundry at my dorm. Okay, baby?"

"Um, y-yeah." You blink hard, slamming your drawer shut. You open another and are thankful to find a handful of clean underwear. You pull them out and shove them into the bag Leighton had set on your bed. "Can you get me some shirts from my closet? I'll gather my dirty clothes."

"Of course." She turns around to look through your closet.

You grabbed a garbage bag and began picking clothes off the floor, plucking clothes from your hamper and other various surfaces around the room, shoving them into the trash bag. When a bunch of change falls out of one of your pockets you sigh, going back into the bag and digging through the pockets of any pants and shorts you shoved in there to make sure those were empty before you continued.

You picked up a pair of sweatpants, digging your hand into the pocket and freezing when you felt something sharp-ish poke your fingertips.

It was almost like you could hear angels singing when you pull the item from your pocket. A small baggie with three little blue pills in it. Three pills that you most definitely recognized and knew they would be safe. You traced your thumb over them, licking your lips.

"Do you want this sweater, babe?" Leighton asks from the closet behind you and you briefly turn around to face her.

"Yes, that's perfect, baby." You tell her. You weren't even looking at the sweater.

You had look at her face. Feeling guilty about everything that went down. Feeling guilty about all the time and energy she was probably going to put in to taking care of you.

You knew the best thing to do right now would be to hand the pills over. It would be the responsible thing.

You wanted to be responsible.

You grip the small baggie in your hand tightly and scratch under your nose with the back of your hand, thinking of the way you were going to hand the baggie over.

You open your palm again to stare at the pills, your hand shaking. You look around the room one more time, turning to smile at Leighton while she had a few shirts and sweaters draped over her arm for you.

You wanted to be responsible, just maybe not today.

You clear your throat, shoving the pills into the deepest corner of your front pocket.

[weldingmetal]

Just read Miko going feral (absolutely loved it btw) and now I have a question. How would the bits react to adrenaline?

For example: In the middle of dealing with decepticons, Jack breaks his arm but is the only one who doesn't notice it because he's too focus on getting Miko and Rafael out of harms way.

Thanks for the love ❤️ I did do a post about this already but this scenario is too juicy 🤭😋

Here ya go enjoy. ______________________________________

A Boys Rage

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It was chaos.

The children got kidnapped yet again by the Decepticons. Team prime found them and now they’re duking it out by some random mountain.

But Jack doesn’t care about that. All he cares about are the other that he would be proud to call family out of harms way.

As he ran past bots and cons alike he tried not to curse Miko’s name. Although she was the cause of this mess she couldn’t help that she was found by Starscream when her host parents took her to a concert and decided to camp out instead of staying in a hotel.

He tripped over a rock. Miko and RAF stopped to look back.

“It’s okay you guys-! Ahh!”

A rock from a scuffle above fell on his arm while he was down. The other humans rushed to him before both getting scooped up by a vehicon.

As the con started to walk away Jack saw red. He ripped the rock off his arm like it was nothing and he took off.

The con noticed him too late as Jack dug his hunting knife into the con’s inner working of his ankle, sparks and blue glowing energon flowing.

The con shrieked and dropped Miko and Raf. Jack Grabbed the arms and took off running. Bulkhead saw that they headed to safety into the forest and commed Ratchet to open the bridge.

When they finally were safe in the base Jack thought he would pass out, he felt giggly and wobbly.

Ratchet came over and leaned down. He looked annoyed but also concerned. So normal Ratchet behavior.

“What in Primus’s name happened. How you three attract trouble will forever be beyond me. Let’s get you three checked up.”

Jack scoffed, “D-don’t worry Ratchet. I’m good.” He said with a thumbs up.

He put his thumb up only to be confused by Ratchets shocked gasp and Miko screaming her head off.

“Holy shit Jack! Your arm!” She said pointing to the arm Jack was using to give a thumbs up.

He looked down and saw that his forearm was bent. It looked at it and instead of feeling pain he just felt grossed out.

“Huh”

Ratchets eye twitched before he grabbed Jack and sped walk to the medical area.

“”huh” that’s all you can say!? For primes sake you broke your arm.” He said as he was gathering supplies to set his arm.

Although he spoke harshly Jack could tell he was confused and concerned. “Don’t worry Ratchet I’ll be fine. If you can’t fix me Mom can and besides I don’t feel anything yet.

At that Ratchet stopped. His face showed how he was cycling through emotions before slowing turning to Jack. “You…can’t feel it? Jack this is serious. You don’t need to lie to make me feel better.” He said has he continued to gather things.

Jack shook his head, “I’m not lying. I’m just high on Adrenaline.” Ratchet dropped the small human anatomy book he was holding and sharply turned to Jack, “High on what!?”

“Adrenaline, it’s the chemical that helps us with survival. Raf and Miko were in danger it just happened…….ow…Ok now it’s starting to hurt.”

At the last part of Jack’s sentence Ratchet snapped out of it and got everything ready.

“Are you sure that you should realign my arm Ratchet? N-not that I don’t trust you it’s just…”

Ratchet sighed, “Jack, your arm is broken. It’s an emergency that needs to be dealt with now.” Jack looked up at Ratchet as he practically pleaded Jack to let him treat him. However, Jack wasn’t sure if Ratchet could tell how bad this situation was.

“Ratchet I do trust you, but it’s not that I want my mom it’s that I want to be sure that whoever treats me sets my bone right. That and I am almost positive you don’t have any morphine or strong pang killers. My bone won’t heal wrong or fall off in the 45 minutes it will take to get me to a hospital.”

There is a moment of silence as Jack can see the gears turn in Ratchets head. Ratchet leaned down close to Jack and spoke softly, “Jack, are you 100% positive that you will be better if I were to take you to a hospital? That your injury is dire but that it does not need complete immediate treatment?

At Jacks reassuring nod Ratchet sighed and transformed for Jack to get in. After Ratchet drove out of the base stopping to tell Miko and Rafael were he was going. He turned on his sirens and sped away to the nearest hospital, the one June worked at.

On the way Ratchet couldn’t help but ask, “Jack, what caused your adrenaline to kick in?” There was silence before Jack answered, “A con grabbed them….he was going to take them…I couldn’t let that happen…I was angry and it just…happened…” Ratchet did not say anything else until they arrived.

“Make sure you tell your mother exactly what happened.” As Jack walked inside Ratchet wished with all his spark that he could go in with him.

An hour later after parking June went into the parking lot to thank Ratchet and to tell him that Jack would be spending the night.

Ratchet would have loved to return to a quiet and calm base…..he instead arrived to chaos.

He first heard Arcee yelling, “WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY JUST LEFT!?

Followed by a distressed Bulkhead, “Jack’s arm broke Miko! How could he possibly be okay?!”

“I understand how Jack perhaps would rather be treated by his own kind. But to disregard such a serious injury is unlike Ratchet. There must be more to this situation than we know.”

It was at this moment he walked in and made his presence known, “Optimus is right; however, even I don’t completely understand.”

He held up his hand before the bots could make any assumptions, “Despite the seemingly obvious severity of Jack’s injury he assured me he was better off being treated by human doctors who could give him what I couldn’t.”

Arcee furrowed her brow, “That makes no fragging sense Ratchet.

Raf spoke up, “Ratchet do you know how to tell the difference in bone fractures? As in how bones can break?” He shook his head. “Then Jack probably knew that he could be better diagnosed by one of our doctors.”

“I don’t know nothing Rafael, I know that you need a splint to help the bones heal straight.” He huffed. “But that’s only for some fractures, what if he needed a metal wire in his bones or what if the bone broke into a lot of pieces? You wouldn’t know and Jack wouldn’t be treated how he needs. Plus he probably needs strong painkillers and I know we only have ibuprofen.”

“I’m confused.” Bulkhead mumbled, “Is this or isn’t it a bad injury? How couldn’t Jack feel it if it was so bad? Was it that bad?”

“Because we were running from those crazy cons Jack got supped up on adrenaline so he didn’t feel it that much.” Arcee spoke in a concerned tone “Why would humans possess something that would make them not feel pain? Seems kinda of counterintuitive.” Arcee said utterly confused. Miko had tried to explain the unknown phenomenon to the bots. So she looked to Raf as if asking to continue for her

“Adrenaline makes it so we can survive, if we weren’t in that situation Jack would have noticed. A broken bone is a bad injury but it is not life threatening. It’s just really painful.”

The bots looked as if they were trying to decide whether they understood or were still confused and concerned.

“Thank you for explaining Rafael and Miko. I believe I speak for the rest of us when I say we will look into the affects of adrenaline and make sure we are more prepared in case any of you receive any injuries. Bulkhead, Bumblebee, please take the children home. I will tell Agent Fowler why Miko is not with her guardians.”

As Miko and Raf were driven home they couldn’t help but worry for Jack and the bots. They had no idea what they would find while exploring the internet.

To Miko’s dismay she had to try and convince the bots that “No I’m not and adrenaline junkie and I don’t follow you guys just to feel high.” While Raf and a casted Jack laughed their asses off.

[toomanyinterestsart]

Hawkgirl Headcannon

So I’ve seen and read all around that the Thanagarian Empire has lived for hundred of years if not millenniums. And then I’ve also read that Thanagarian live longer than humans (maybe much more who knows) and so that got me thinking:

Hawkgirl/Hawkwoman has an entire private armory of weapons or artifacts that the Thanagarian empire has taken over the years and gave to her since she’s an important police officer. Those weapons go from nth metal swords or spears to motherboxes from apokolips and a ring of each lantern corp which she somehow kept for plot reason.

And so I imagine her being there in any Justice league meetings trying to use something of her armory so she can just bring it out with the most bored expression like: “yeah this is a god killing machine that rewrites the universe but you had me walking for an hour to get it from the back of the armory”

this armory is also like a pocket dimension so only she can access it with Thanagarian technology. And it’s basically one big ikea compartment store with little labels under everything.and since she’s been reincarnating since the start of the universe she has the most random shit.

Superman: “alright team, general Zod is trying to take over earth again. Batman I need a kryptonite weapon”

and before Batman can respond Hawkgirl just slams the catalog of her “kryptonite section” on the meeting table

Hawkgirl: “you want a gun or a melee weapon? You want it green or some other variants? I can do pink or gold but those are only for extreme cases”

and it comes to the point that for every problem the league looks at Hawkgirl to slam some solution to the table

“oh atrocitus corrupted supergirl into a red lantern, GL? Let me just grab a few blue rings and I’ll come”

“Lords of Chaos are destroying the earth? I should have a some artifacts of the lords of orders or some doctor fate helmets”

“Hades is destroying Themiscyra, Diana ? Let me get Zeus lighting bolt”

“joker has poisoned the water supplies? That is not an emergency, let me just grab my mace”

“oh darkseid is trying to take over new genesis? I’ve got Santa Claus on speed dial”

when the Justice league asks the justice society if she did that when she was with them, Doctor Fate would only mutter “oh you poor child”

it then comes to the simple resolutions of the league telling her to not use these weapons. And she just shrugs and pulls out a regular gun

[specialistpinky]

「 ✦ gin & tonic ✦ 」

18+ ONLY MDNI

previous episode

summary: roommates tend to suck; not as much as this one does, though.

wc: 4.1k

buffed up like a jock, geeked up like a nerd bitch, i'm fly like a bird, i'm the shit like a turd

—NEW YEAR, SAME TRON by BABYTRON

dealing with random roommates has never been complicated for me. they usually keep to themselves or we become acquainted and keep in contact for emergencies or school-related things. it never goes past that.

i only dorm because it's convenient. my hometown is three hours away from the school, so commuting isn't a viable option. i also prefer not to live with my sperm donor and that hellspawn he calls a fiancée any longer than i already have.

i would've moved out and taken my brother with me ages ago had it not been for the awful job market and shit paychecks and i plan to move far, far away whenever i start my own law firm, but until then, i make do.

like i said, i don't usually mind having roommates—until today because this girl is a complete 180 from what i'm used to. she's loud, abrasive, vain, and completely inconsiderate of others. okay, well, i don't have evidence for that last part, but i will in due time.

she's been pissing me off since i opened the door. at first, i thought she might've been my new roommate’s girlfriend or a newbie asking for directions, but then she showed me her assignment letter.

man, i can't believe they stuck me with a chick! i mean, i don't care that she's a girl, but isn't there some kind of code when it comes to mixing guys and girls in dorms? maybe i shouldn't be surprised that housing messed this up considering how often they screw up my financial aid every year.

god, it's not even noon, and i'm already stressed out about shit that should have no bearing on my life.

i ponder my options with my hands in my head and elbows planted on my knees. i could contact the housing director, tell them i need a room or roommate swap. they'll put it in motion, and everything will be fine. right?

"hey, big bro! why you sittin' over there sulking? come join us!" Yuji yells, even though i'm only ten feet away.

i have the urge to scream as loud as possible, but instead, i breathe and stay put. i really don't feel like interacting with her more than i already have, so i refuse to do so.

"yeah, come join us," her voice chirps in, her tone almost teasing. i can practically hear the smirk on her face.

i lie down on the couch, groaning and keeping my hands over my face before they're pulled off to see Yuji beaming like the sun through the window, which are both obscuring my vision right now.

"sorry, big bro, you leave me no choice! get your ass up and say hi to Flo or i’ll do it for you!" he demands, grabbing my wrist and attempting to haul me up. he pulls a few times, grunting and using all of his effort but to no avail.

i look at him and blink. "who's Flo?"

he stops pulling on my arm and gasps, his mouth agape. "you don't know Flo?!" he shouts, waving his arms in the air frantically. "how do you not know your own roommate???"

i roll over onto my stomach, laying my head on my folded arms and shrugging. so that's her name, i think. can't say that's useless information, but i don’t see how it’s particularly important. didn’t find it important when i opened the door, and i don’t now.

Yuji squats down and starts rambling in my ear, gesturing wildly and shouting with excitement, "dude, Flo is so cool, big bro! she’s named after an Olympic runner from the 80s, which is funny because she tried running track in high school, but it didn't work out, so me and her are gonna train together! i'm gonna teach her how to run properly, and she said she'll help me with my homework and teach me how to drive—"

"yep, mm-hmm. sounds good, baby bro," i groan into my arms, closing my eyes, trying to recalibrate as my little brother blows my eardrum out. he continues ranting, unaware of the fact that i tuned him out as soon as he started talking. it’s unfortunate because i lack the energy and the heart to tell him to quiet down.

i love Yuji dearly. i think his passionate ramblings are entertaining and endearing. however, sometimes (most of the time), he doesn't know when to stop. probably because i enable him, so i have to be soft with him.

"hey, baby bro, do me a favor and—"

he cuts me off, finishing what i was gonna say, "inside voice. sorry, i was yelling again, wasn’t i?"

i nod, my eyes still closed and my head still planted on my arms. i let the silence surround me and bask in it.

of course, Yuji interrupts that as he pulls on my ankles, trying to drag me off the couch. i don't react, letting him tug until he gives up and lets go.

"damn it!" he heaves. "all of those exercise tapes and jiu-jitsu classes should've made me stronger by now. what the hell do you eat in a day, big bro?"

i shrug. "nothing that’ll make you bigger than me, baby bro."

"man, i know that! still worth trying, though,” he declares. he grabs my ankles a second time and pulls harder, but i only move about an inch off the couch. he lets go and huffs.

“fine, don't join us. guess you don't wanna hear how Flo used to be my camp counselor."

again, i say nothing to that, burying my face into the couch cushions but still eavesdropping on their conversation.

"dude, i can't believe you're here, Flo! you were literally my favorite camp counselor!"

"i can't believe you're my roommate's little brother. small world, isn't it?"

"it really is. you know, i miss that camp; some of the best times of my life. did you keep working there after i left?"

"yeah, i did, but i quit after i graduated high school. i miss it sometimes, too. we always had a blast together, didn't we, YuYu?"

"YuYu?" Yuji and i say simultaneously with drastically different reactions.

i sit up and look over the couch while Yuji laughs so hard he tips his chair over and falls to the floor. i glare at my roommate, suspicious as to where she got that nickname from and how she even knows Yuji well enough to use such a name.

she stares back at me and raises her hands in defense. "what? what i do?" she feigns her innocence half-giggling.

"Cho, cool it with the look! you're gonna scare her away!"

i look at Yuji still lying on the floor, clutching his stomach and chortling his little heart. it almost brings a smile to my face seeing my baby brother so tickled— almost.

my roommate grins. "yeah, i used to call him YuYu. we bonded over YuYu Hakusho the first summer i had him. i didn't even remember his actual name 'til now. i would call him Itadori, and he’d throw a fit every time, so we settled on YuYu like the show."

she leans over and looks at my brother sprawled out on the floor still. "'member that, YuYu?"

i certainly remember. Yuji was obsessed with that show for years, even after the show ended. i would record reruns on tape for him, buy him toys of the characters with my allowance, and teach him how to collect the manga. good times, those were.

but now i have an answer as to why Yuji wanted me to call him YuYu besides the show.

"yeah, i remember. dude, your first impression of me was me shouting 'spirit gun!' and pretending to shoot her with my fingers," he says, imitating the main character. he groans, pressing the ball of his wrists to his eyes before slowly picking himself and the chair up off the floor. "man, i was uber uncool back then."

i frown at his assertion and retort with mock offense, "you're calling me uncool for supporting you, then?"

Yuji nearly faceplants running over to me and almost knocks me to the ground, launching his body onto mine for a hug. he squeezes me, rubbing my back frantically to soothe me. "no, no way, big bro! you were super duper cool for helping me. never think you weren’t."

“i appreciate that, baby bro,” i say, pulling out of our embrace before flicking his forehead.

"ow!" he winces, rubbing the sore spot. "what was that for?"

"for talking about yourself like that," i scold. "you know better than to talk down on yourself, especially around me."

he pouts, muttering, "yes, big bro."

i hear Flo snickering and almost shoot her another stare, but Yuji wouldn't like that, so i refrain. plus, Yuji had a point: my look can scare people away. i'm already a tall, lanky, tatted goth; i don't think giving my roommate the crazy eye wouldn't keep the peace very well.

she didn't seem bothered earlier, though. 

"wow, you've got such a good big brother, Yuji," Flo comments. she smiles, glancing over to me. "a very caring brother at that."

"speaking of a caring big bro," Yuji begins, slowly inching his way out of my personal space with a mischievous look, his hands clasped behind his back as he rocks on the balls of his feet. "about your car..."

"no, Yuji," i immediately shut him down. "you can't drive my car."

"why not?" he whines, drawing out his words. "dad won't take me, and i'm only going to Yukon Lake for the senior trip, and it's not far."

"doesn't matter, Yuji. you don’t have your license yet. if you get pulled over, i won’t be able to help you. plus, i need my car to get to work and back. if anything, i can just take you and Suguru can pick you up."

my brother throws his hands up, groaning, "fine! i gotta go, anyway. i got a track meet soon."

he pulls me into another quick hug. i give him a forehead kiss and ruffle his hair before we part. "bye, baby bro. call me or come by if you need anything else."

"like money for the senior trip?" he asks with a lilt and a wide grin.

i chuckle, "we'll see about that."

he sucks his teeth, spinning on his heel in mock disappointment. "man, you suck, big bro."

“love you, baby brother.”

Yuji walks over to Flo and hugs her. "i was good to see you again," he chirps.

"good to see you too, YuYu," she replies. "let me know when your next track meet is. i wanna watch you race."

"will do!"

Yuji gathers his stuff and salutes us as he heads out the door. "bye, Flo! love you, big bro! see you later!"

he slams the door behind him hard, making my ears ring from the aftersound. that kid needs to lay off the protein powder.

"so, camp counselor, huh?" i ask, giving my roommate a small smirk.

Flo scoffs, "yeah, we don't talk about those times. but, wow, you being YuYu's brother? never would've guessed."

i cock an eyebrow at her. "what's that supposed to mean?"

she shrugs. "nothing. just didn't expect it," she giggles. "y'all are total opposites."

i nod in agreement. "we are definitely complete opposites."

Flo stands up and goes into the fridge. "it's cute, though," she says, pulling out another drink and closing the door with her hip. "it's like Dexter and Dee Dee. he's the hyper, social sibling that always messes with you, and you're the stoic, serious one who doesn't want to be bothered."

she walks over to the couch and plops down next to me. i raise an eyebrow then quickly put it down. i guess her sitting next to me is tolerable when she's not badgering me.

"so, mr. stick-up-the-ass, what's your major?" she asks.

i ignore her attempted insult and reply, "criminal justice. planning on being a prosecutor then a judge."

"oh, wow! totally did not expect from you."

i squint at her. "you're profiling me pretty hard today, huh?"

she smirks, looking ahead of her. "i'm just saying i didn't think you'd be here for criminal justice. i got like, STEM major vibes from you."

i scratch my head. "what the hell is STEM?"

she turns and gives me a look of disbelief. "you don't know what STEM is? seriously?" she laughs. "it stands for Science, Technology, Engineering, and Mathematics."

i huff out of my nose, wondering where she got the idea that i was studying any of those boring ass things. "nah, not me. maybe science and math here and there, but other than that, no. that shit's for dorks."

"hey!"

i snort, ducking my head down so that she won't notice. i didn't think that comment would strike a nerve in her of all people, but that was too presumptuous of me.

"math is so not for dorks! it's super important for daily things and jobs. you have to know basic math to be a cashier," she argues defensively.

"mm-hmm," i hum, a few snorts escaping my nose. "very important. imperative, even."

she tuts, shaking her head. "you think it's funny, but wait 'til you need to calculate statistics or analyze data sets."

i throw my hands up and give up on hiding my laughter. "okay, princess, you got me there," i say, grinning cheekily as her face screws up in irritation.

"you must be one of those STEM dorks then," i say, huffing another laugh and reaching for the remote on the table. i'm sure i can watch a little Jeopardy before i leave for work in a few hours.

unfortunately, i'm met with a space where the remote was. i fumble around, looking down and seeing my hand touch nothing but wood. i look up at the tv to see the channel already changed. i sit there frozen for a moment. i slowly look to my right.

flipping through channels and shrugging with a nonchalant smile, Flo says, "sorry, buddy, wanna watch my soaps 'fore i leave."

i sit back and retract my hand, letting it drop into my lap. my jaw clenches. "i wanted to watch Jeopardy," i mumble.

she reclines, crossing her feet on top of the coffee table. "dude trippin' on me for defending math, but this fuckin' guy wanna pout about Jeopardy? tuh! okay, dude. fuckin' major dweeb alert over here," she says to no one in particular, jabbing her thumb in my direction.

i don't even dignify that with a response. i stuff my hands in my pockets and close my eyes to calm myself. i can feel something spiraling inside, some mental upset for my routine being rudely interrupted by a bratty woman with little regard for her insolence affecting others.

okay, maybe that's a bit much to hold a candle to that statement right now. however! i don't plan on taking that back until i'm proven wrong.

"yes, it's on!"

i open one eye to see what she put on; Desperate Housewives, i gather from the title screen. ew, not even my mom would watch this obscenely stupid shit.

sick of the television assaulting my eyes, i look over at Flo, taking in her figure. her crossed legs accentuate her plush, dimpled thighs. her manicured nails make her hands look dainty. her hair runs past her shoulders down and her bangs stick to her forehead, covering up part of her face. she's wearing a red color on her lips with a dark outline on them; that makes the mole under her nose stand out more.

she may be an obnoxious brat with an attitude problem, but she has an unorthodox charm about her—an allure that makes me unnaturally curious and churns my stomach. it's an unfamiliar, nauseating feeling, but i can't say i mind it while i'm looking at her.

let's look away before she notices, i think, blankly looking at the wall behind the television and letting my mind drift to other things.

"ahem!"

i slowly turn to Flo with a raised eyebrow. "need something?" i ask.

"why you still here? don't you have like, work to go to or somethin'?" she waves me off dismissively.

i suck my teeth, but unfortunately, she's right. i get up and head for the shower to leave her alone.

on the one hand, i sorta understand since she's locked out of her room for now. hopefully, her friend comes and they leave while i'm getting ready, giving me time to do what i want before work.

this is gonna be a long semester, i sigh internally, trudging to the bathroom and shutting the door behind me.

steam trails behind me as i exit the bathroom, drying my hair with a towel and wearing another around my waist. i sigh in relief, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. nothing like a good shower to wake you up.

i stand in front of the hallway sinks, looking in the mirror for a moment, admiring my physique. i'm not particularly self-conscious, but i wouldn't say i'm vain, either. i do like to see my reflection just to check what's going on and glance over what other people can see.

i rake a hand through my damp hair, taking notice of its length. i've been trying to grow it out, and progress is decent so far. i can put my hair into even spiky buns as opposed to a few months ago.

i smirk at my reflection, throwing a playful wink before brushing my teeth.

"man, what the fuck was that?"

i stop to listen for a second. is that Flo talking? who is she talking to?

being the nosy little shit i am, i walk into the living room, still brushing.

her back is facing me, but she isn't moving whatsoever, as if she hadn't just yelled at the top of her lungs just now. she looks invested—hooked even. it's almost creepy how quiet and still she is while watching this horrid shit, though her dedication is admirable.

i switch between watching the show and watching Flo react to it for a while.

i try to follow the plot but find myself lost every five minutes, so i look at Flo. she becomes expressive any time something happens, clapping her hands as she cackles or jumping out of her seat and screaming at the screen. i can't lie, she's not entertaining me more than the show because, admittedly, the show bores me, but her reactions make it bearable.

she lets out a gasp and yells, gesturing angrily, "bitch, fuck you just standing there lookin' stupid for? say something!"

she kisses her teeth and throws her hands up dramatically, rolling her eyes and flopping back against the couch. i chuckle, my shoulders shaking. she's a real killer one-woman act.

"what's so funny, emo boy?"

i shift my gaze to my roommate. she still has her back to me, so i walk over to the kitchen sink and stick my head under the faucet to catch the water.

i rinse the toothpaste out my mouth and laugh between words as i say, "you."

"what about me?"

i catch more water and rinse my mouth out again before turning back to her, leaning my arms on the counter. "the way you're acting watching this shit. it's just funny."

"mm hmm," she hums, still not looking over at me. "sure."

i smirk, tempted to tease her more, but continue brushing my teeth. she's got a real bite to her, that one. it might be starting to grow on me.

knock, knock, knock, knock!

her face quickly lights up as she shouts, "i hope that's my bestie!"

a boisterous, muffled voice responds from the other side of the door, "you already know who it is, bitch!"

my roommate squeals and hops off the couch, sprinting to the door and flinging it open. more squealing happens. i dart my stare between the girls embracing and jumping around and screaming about how much they missed each other. i'm mildly annoyed at how loud they are.

"oh my god, i was so lonely without you here," the other girl says, fake-sobbing on Flo's shoulder.

Flo chuckles, patting her friend's back. "i know, babe. you're like, my only friend right now, so i was super duper lonely without you, too," she replies. the girls pull away and smile at each other.

Flo's friend then asks, "now, where is this roommate of yours? i'm tryna meet him."

"oh, he's right behind..."

Flo trails off. i pay no attention to it, rinsing my mouth out for the last time. as i look up at them, i see that their eyes are already on me. Flo's face morphs into one of shock then into disgust while the other girl's face morphs into lust.

i cock an eyebrow, confused and left clueless as to why they're staring so hard, especially with two entirely different expressions.

i notice their gazes are pointed down, so i follow, and—suddenly, i remember where i am and what i'm wearing (or rather, what i'm not wearing).

two girls are gawking at me wearing only a towel around my lower half. fuck.

i freeze, my face burning red before i finally move my ass and book it to my room.

i close my door a little too hard, pressing my back against it. i lock the door just for good measure. i sigh in relief, my face still heated from that little mishap. i pull out my uniform and start getting dressed for work.

as i dress, i press my ear to the door a few times, see if they're talking about me. i can barely hear what they're saying, but i make out a couple of phrases: "sexy as fuck," "stupid asshole," and "riding that pony." that last doesn't make much sense, but i can put two and two together.

after i'm fully clothed and presentable, i walk back out, work bag slung over my shoulder.

the girls turn to me again, Flo standing with crossed arms and pinched brows while her friend blatantly runs her eyes up and down my body. i avoid them, trying not to show my embarrassment by keeping a straight face.

the friend tilts her head and says, "Flo, i think you should officially introduce me to your roommate."

Flo huffs, clearly aggravated, "okay, whatever." she points to one of us as she introduces us to each other. "Kiki, this is Choso. Choso, Kiki."

"hmm, Choso, huh?" the friend asks, batting her dramatic eyelashes. Flo immediately hits her on the shoulder and whispers, "cut that the fuck out!"

"Choso Kamo," i repeat, reaching out for a handshake. the girl clears her throat and accepts it with a firm grip. "Kian'e Thompson. i go by Kiki." she throws a wink in an attempt to be seductive; unsurprisingly, it does not affect me, only giving her a polite smile before letting her hand go.

my gaze lingers on my roommate. i note her defensive stance: crossed arms, jutted hip, tapping foot. she's practically burning holes into the side of her friend's face, too. i can tell she wants to scold Kiki and stop any advances toward me (unsuccessfully, might i add). she seems weirdly bothered by it. maybe i'm reading too much into things.

i slink away to the kitchen. i start looking in the fridge, taking note of what i'm out of. i know we have no more soda, so i should stop by Kmart and get some more after work.

"what'd you want for lunch, Kiki? cuz i'm hungry as fuck."

"i'on even know, man. i was lookin' forward to those brunch platters at Stacie's, but i can't pay that."

i see an old Chinese food carton in the back. that can't be any good now. i take that out and set it on the counter to throw away. guess i'm cleaning out the fridge while i try to find anything edible to bring for lunch.

as i'm looking and cleaning, i hear the pair whispering to each other. Kiki not-so-subtly says to Flo, "you gon' snitch on me if i get his digits?"

i hear Flo land another smack on her friend's arm. "girl, what the fuck? yes, i absolutely will snitch on you. also, he can hear you, dumbass."

you're not so quiet yourself, i think.

"man, like i give a fuck! you betta get at him 'fore i throw some—!"

"o-kay, we're gonna go now. be back whenever!" Flo says in a rushed tone, pulling Kiki by the arm out of the dorm room. they argue under their breaths as the door closes behind them.

i take a long look at the door before letting out a deep sigh. i close the fridge, grab my keys off of the front door hook, and head out for work.

next episode

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no way out - chapter four

⋆⭒˚.⋆ PAIRINGS : female reader x dean winchester • female reader x platonic! sam winchester

⋆⭒˚.⋆ SUMMARY OF THE SERIES / masterlist of the series

She’s been stuck in this town for a year. A whole year of creatures roaming at night in search of a human stupid enough to go out. There was no way out. All the inhabitants tried to flee at some point but the road always drew them back to the dinner. Yet, she’s still holding onto the hope of getting out and the two men who arrived in a 1967 Impala might be her only chance.

⋆⭒˚.⋆ SUMMARY OF THE CHAPTER

With new information about the creatures, the group of survivors can devise a plan.

⋆⭒˚.⋆ WARNINGS .ᐟ.ᐟ : none

wordcount: less than 1k

CHAPTER FOUR: SLEEPING BEAUTIES

In a normal world, exploring a cave would be a thrilling adventure. Yet, at this particular moment, all she felt was the blood pulsing through her veins and her heart pounding. She went inside first, without even thinking about the dangers she would expose herself to. She wanted to show Dean that she was as brave as he was.

"I can't see shit," she hears him mutter.

They are now in the middle of a tunnel. The air is damp, and the smell is foul. It feels like a dead animal is rotting in between these walls.

"Can you pass me the light?" she asks as shivers overtake her body. It's damn cold in here. She wonders if the creatures felt temperature changes. Do they have the same physical anatomy?

Dean nods and passes her the light. As they advance, Boyd and Sam engage in a conversation, exchanging their impressions of the creatures and the town. Hypotheses fly, from alien-like creatures to humans with superpowers.

The other brother, though, is much more silent. The only words that leave his mouth are small comments about the putrid smell. He's not the talking type, she guesses.

Her right foot stumbles over something hard. She points the light on the unknown thing. It takes a minute for her eyes to comprehend what it was.

She lets out a scream, her hand immediately covering her mouth.

"Shhhhh," reprimands her Dean, but when he sees the thing, he understands.

A body lays in the dirt, its head ripped off.

"Sam, there's a body."

Boyd rushes over and bends down. He inspects the clothes, his eyebrows frowned and his lips pursed. "It's not one of the resident," he announces with a sense of relief. "It could be someone who didn't make it to the town in time," he guesses.

Sam stands by his side. "Does it happen often? I mean, the arrivals."

"There's no pattern," she answers. "We tried to make one, but it's just random."

"How long between the arrivals in general?" Dean inquires.

"At least every two weeks," Boyd responds.

She is surrounded by darkness. Everywhere she looks, she can only make out the shadows of the three men. However, she perceives every sound echoing through the cave system. She notices a particular one. A sort of rumbling. She points the flashlight to a small indistinct figure.

"We need to go," she exclaims in a rush, grabbing Dean's sleeve and Boyd's jacket. Sam glances at the shadow, hesitating between flight or fight. "C'mon," she hurriedly whispers, picking up the pace.

She almost trips on a rock, but fortunately, Dean holds her waist down. His strong hands are firmly planted on her sides as if he were afraid she'd fall again. Perhaps he's right. She's too anxious to think properly and to watch her step. If they die, she's at fault. She pushed everyone to explore the cave, without even thinking about the dire consequences of such an act. What if a creature emerged out of nowhere? What if other monsters live down there? Who knows what went on at night in the forest.

Once back above ground, Boyd stares at the entrance of the cave.

"Something followed us," he declares.

"And that something was a creature," Sam adds, "Sharp teeth and yellow eyes. It probably heard us."

"Yet it didn't come out," Dean remarks. "Night creatures, those bastards. At least we know what to do next."

"And what's that?" She frowns.

"Torch those motherfuckers," he shrugs as though it is normal to set things on fire.

taglist: @callsign-ember

[iantimony]

tuesday again!

many problems … turning on the gravity check box did not, in fact, fix my simulation. woe.

listening: I saw Sammy Rae live last weekend and it was. fucking phenomenal. thank you random stranger from [redacted] who sold me her tickets. literally one of the best shows of my life. I am still reeling from it. they did a cover of Amy Winehouse's 'Valerie' as part of the encore and it was so good too.

in other news, Cascada has released a new album and it's a cover album and it bangs.

Call Me - Cascada: a brainworm of the week for sure.

I also listened to some The Reign of Kindo because they're an opener for The Dear Hunter tour rn and while I'd listened to them before I had forgotten what they sounded like. (wanted to go to one but it didn't end up working out, that hurt to miss, I'll have to do their next tour for sure)

Sing When No One's Around - The Reign of Kindo: just noticed the comments on this video are turned off ?? weird.

reading: Break-up of Steinger, Iscoe & Greene reads like a Grisham novel: GOD I love weird hyper-local drama.

agnito by Raxheim: tlt fanfic. symbolism, TM.

watching: newest monster factory … some Stephanie Lange who mostly does, like, beauty standards bad style content but makes for good background noise

The Men Who Promised the Impossible: Unlimited Energy by BobbyBroccoli: academic drama!!!!!!!! this one is truly wild, I had heard of it before I think but I love a video essay about shit like this.

We Get Grabbed By A Ghost At Trans-Allegheny Asylum by Watcher: I mostly stopped watching buzzfeed unsolved after their whole streaming service debacle but this got put on as crafting background and I enjoyed it! might start watching more of their stuff again. (I just noticed that I called it buzzfeed unsolved still even though they're their own thing now, oops,)

playing: fallowwwwwwwww. unless we count french horn. I got a new mouthpiece (it was half the price of the futon I got) (it's a cheap futon and a slightly expensive mouthpiece) and I am shocked and embarrassed by how big a difference it is making in my playing. you're telling me the dogshit no-name mouthpiece I stole from my band teacher in high school isn't cutting it??? crazy.

making: I made my cat a cat bed :) it's just two rectangles sewn together with a long rectangular strip as the side. I used some random canvas that I bought at some point for ? tote bag purposes ? I don't remember. the best part is I was FINALLY able to utilize the frankly ridiculous amount of fabric/thread/yarn/etc scraps/old clothing that's too fucked to get donated/etc that I've been saving specifically for stuffing pillows. worked really well, also put some plastic bag scraps in there because she loves lying on plastic bags and so far she definitely likes the crinkles of it. pictured in the photo is the weird I-think-polyester that was wrapped around my walmart futon when it was mailed that I shredded and used as stuffing.

my bird bowl emerged mostly victorious from the kiln!!!! I say 'mostly' because there's a weird spot on the rim where the clear glaze just didn't stick? so I daubed a little more on and put her back on the shelf. but yay. glazed two shallow planters that I'm not super sure what I'll put in yet because they are quite small but we'll see.

eating: made this NYT recipe of sheet pan miso chicken with radishes and lime but also added sunchokes with the radishes and no lime because I forgor. very yummy. will sustain me for the week and now I have more raw chicken thighs in the freezer for future cooking.

after the Sammy Rae concert we stopped for bubble tea for the drive home and I got a "mango pomelo sago" that was really just a smoothie with boba bits in it, it was very very tasty.

misc: speaking of academic drama: one of my friends is dealing with some frankly insane academic drama rn that I am soooo popcorn dot gif over. I can't ever say anything specific about it on here because it will immediately doxx me but if you want tea send me a DM it's so wild

[halfling-myth-lady]

Alix Kubdel?

Here you go!!!

If you want more about this au, feel free to just send in the name of a character and I’ll give you a ficlet/oneshot about or in the pov of that character.

Warning:the story is told in Achronological order. The order of THIS chapter would be around early to mid season three.

Alix didn’t expect to spend her Sunday fighting her brother.

But alas, Hawkmoth seemed to have the power of picking the worst time for everything, so of course her brother got pissy at some guy calling out his piss poor knowledge of Egyptian culture.

“Thoth, give me time!”her brother yelled.

“He’s a scribe you idiot not Chronos!”she screamed”and he’s not a baboon either!…or at least not most of the time.”

Jalil turned to her, taking his attencion off the poor guy who just corrected him about Nefertiti“You all know nothing of the gods!”

“Well clearly “nothing” is more than you, dimwit!”Alix started to run at this point. it’d be better that Jalil target her over anyone else. Hell, she was fast. maybe she could buy Nath or Marc some time to get over here so they could deal with him.

She scrambled for her phone, hastily dialing Marc.

“Hey! Anciel! Get over here!” She yelled into the speaker.

“What is it K-oh shit”they hung up, leaving alix to outrun her brother.

At least she knew her way around.

For about ten minutes, she ran laps around the museum, up until she reached one of the statue exhibits. Which was a dead end. Dammit.

Hey at least Nath or Marc could probably bust her out of those time bubbles, didn’t ladybug do that-…wait, was that statue hollow?

“I have you here…now you will have no choice but be a sacrifice for my Nefertiti!” Oh shit.

“…isn’t sacrifice an Aztec thing-?”

She was interrupted by the sound of running and a scream.

“Alix, Run!” a particular void eyed rooster yelled as they smashed a vase on the Akuma’s head.

“Look at that!”she remarked.

“Book it!”Rooster bold said as they turned around, lifting an old statue and grabbing it as if to use like some kind of bat.

“Be careful with that!”Alix hid behind a few other statues, making sure she wouldn’t waste too much time running from and to the fight scene��Fluff, Clockwise”

She was engulfed in a blue light as she switched quickly changed to her superhero outfit. As soon as the transformation was finished she started running back.

“Bunnix is on the scene!”she yelled out as soon as she was in view”and ready to kick ass!”

“Good,now please help me!”Roo yelled out, nearly dodging a time bubble.

“On it, Roo!”she said,hitting her brother right in the head.

“Ooh!nice shot!”they remarked as they once again hit him with the statue.

The pharaoh didn’t seem to find this too amusing, however, As he broke out of the two’s reach and started booking it to the exit.

“Damn you!I’m gonna go search for Ladybug!”he yelled.

“Yeah go get your ass kicked somewhere else!”Alix yelled back.

He flipped her off, that ba-oh look a bus dropped on him. She saw that from the wreckage arose a certain last member of their team.

“Hi there!”Nath -or Caprikid- said.

“Cap!”Marc smiled.

“Roo!”Caprikid grinned.

“And me!”Bunnix added.

“Horus, give me flight!”the dipshit said, completely disregarding that Horus is a kingship god.

“Genesis!”

…Oh look. another bus. That ought to shut him up for a few more seconds.

“Hey Roo, Genesis!”Caprikid yelled, handing Rooster bold a Crobar before Alix’s brother emerged once again from the bus, immediately getting his face trampled as Caprikid made his way towards the other two heroes.

“You…”Jalil said”you little…ANUBIS, WAKE MY MUMMIES!”

“ITS OSIRIS YOU DUMBASS!”

A giant beam came out as the Akuma sent the two busses flying, nearly hitting Alix.

“Rude”

He turned around, turning random civilians into mummies.

“Double rude, Jackass!”

“Looks like we’ll need to get up on his level.”Caprikid remarked.

“Hey!”Roo screeched, making the pharaoh turn around before promptly getting hit by a flying crowbar, causing the pendant to shatter on impact, releasing the Akuma.

“…or just some plot armor, I guess”

She walked over to him, poking the now normal Jalil in the chest”I think you broke one of his ribs”

“Cool. Didn’t think I could do that”

She glanced over to the Akuma,which was escaping the scene of the crime.

“Oh, no you don’t!”Nath yelled, making his way to the butterfly before snatching it mid air”we’re waiting here till Chat Noir comes in.”

He jumped down, glancing at the unconscious Jalil.

“Should we get the paramedics?”

“Yeah…”

“Probably”

[whumpcateyes]

Whumptober day 7 - Only for emergencies(“It’s us or them”)

I drew a thing for day 6, so im still good on days, yippee!!

Summary: making a desperate escape, Cassidy has James use his clairvoyance

cw: Nausea, dissociation, injury(mostly to knees) if there's anything else please let me know

CLUNK!! Cassidy swung her bat again. It connected with someone’s chest. She was panting by now, but she grabbed James’ arm and dragged him down the hall. “Goddamnit, man! Move!!”

He stumbled, that same blank expression on his face. She yanked him forward, “You wanna fucking live, right??!!”

“Y-yeah…” His voice was hoarse and he blinked rapidly, trying to pull himself together. 

Cassidy shoved him to the ground as a bolt of energy whipped overhead. “Son of a-“

She turned to its origin, another security officer was charging them from down the hallway. They were yelling something, the words didn’t matter, only the magical energy that twisted around them as they cast another bolt at her. She caught it with her bat and charged them, letting it fill the runes carved all over the weapon’s surface, though it still jolted her for a moment, sending a static-like shock into her hands. She winced and kept running, angling the bat so that the ice rune was facing the officer as she swung it into their legs. They tried to dodge her, but the rune activated and an icicle spiked from the wood, piercing the officer’s knee. They cried out and collapsed with a satisfying CRUNCH!!!

James cried out behind her, covering his ears. Cassidy didn’t wait for the call officer to recover their wits and attack again. She sprinted back towards him, grabbing his shoulder and forcing him back to his feet. They ran through the next door, the cramped halls opened up into the main warehouse. Shouting and alarms echoed in the space, only dampened by the shelves of various random goods that Cassidy didn’t stop to examine.

She could feel the exertion catching up to her. She was sweating hard and breathing harder, James looked like he was about to pass out. They needed to hide. She weaved through rows of shelves until the security lost her, then clambered over a pile of boxes, pulling James into a little hollow that could hide them. She knelt, pulling him down with her and slapped a hand over his mouth before he could say anything. He nodded, getting the message and she let go.

Footsteps pounded by, they held their breath. They passed into the next aisle. For the moment, no one knew where they were. Cassidy tried to make a plan, they were surrounded on all sides and it was only a matter of time before the security noticed their prey’s footsteps were absent from the cacophony. There were too many for Cassidy to fight off. She was good, but also they’d gotten lucky that no one had pulled a gun yet, she had a feeling that wouldn’t last. They needed a big distraction, something to draw everyone away. She was awful at aerial runes and verbal incantation was a no go right now, not like she was good at that either. James was good at aerial, but he wasn’t in any state to cast. Even if he had any energy to use, his hands were trembling too much to use as a focus.

She cursed under breath, wishing Mel was here. They were the only person(well, half-person) she knew that could cast magic at a distance, something to do with their deity heritage. She looked at James, he was half-deity as well so he had some kind of special ability.

She got up to his ear and whispered, “Remind me, what’s your freak-magic?”

It took him a few seconds to respond, struggling to process her words. It was hard to hear his rasp over the din, “cl-clairvoyance… -ish… I can… see or- or know… stuff… that I- I shouldn’t be able to…” he trailed off.

“Fuck.” She tapped on her thigh, trying to come up with something to use that for, “I was hoping you’d have the same shit as Mel.”

“sorry….” He looked genuinely apologetic, she flicked his forehead.

“Shut up with that. I need you to help me out here.”

Clairvoyance would be incredible to use, but that entirely depended on their reaction time to avoid getting caught and James wasn’t in any state to stay on top of a well armed security force. They needed to even the field in some way. “Can you see where the security is, or find us a way out?”

He shut his eyes tightly, then a soft glow started flickering under his eyelids as he focused. Cassidy had seen something similar with him before, his eyes sometimes glowed when there was danger he didn’t know about. But the light was weak now, and it seemed to take all his focus. He reopened his eyes, breathing a little heavier from effort, “I… I can- but…”

She cut him off, a plan coming to mind, “Could you see them if the warehouse was obscured?”

“M-Maybe…?”

“Okay. I have an idea. I flood the place with as much fog as I can, then you keep us away from the bastards and lead us to an exit-“

He grabbed one of her shoulders, though his grip was so weak it was kind of pathetic. “I don’t know- I don’t think I can… it….” He tried to think of a description of the sensation of seeing outside of his body, that weightless, numb feeling that started to nauseate him after only a few seconds. Especially when he had to move or talk at the same time, “I wouldn’t… I- I couldn’t keep up…”

She caught the desperate look he had, “We don’t have much of a choice- it’s that or I die and you get caught…”

He shook his head, trying to get across how impossible it would be, “…I’d have to k-keep m-my eyes closed…. I…”

A shout echoed through the warehouse, “They’re here somewhere! Start checking the shelves!”

Cassidy grabbed his shoulders and shook him a little, “All you have to do is direct me. I’ll keep us moving, so you can keep your eyes closed, but we have to go now.”

She pulled a black marker from her pocket without waiting for his response. There wasn’t any time left to convince him. She started drawing the overlapping circles and symbols to force the water vapor to weigh itself down into fog. It was already stupidly humid, so she hoped it would be enough. When she was done, she slapped a hand in the center, focusing as much magic as she could into the rune, the ink started to flake and separate, replacing itself with pure energy.

The air started to cool and drops of water started beading on the metal shelves, condensating and running down. You could almost feel the air sink, and fog started pooling around their feet. The shouting got louder and more frantic as people started noticing the fog. Cassidy kept pushing until it was as thick and tall as she could get it, a wall of white that towered overhead. She could barely see James less than a foot in front of her. He was shivering and had his jaw set to stop his teeth from chattering. His eyes were shut, and that slight glow had returned. She stripped off her hoodie and handed it over to him, he jumped in surprise and stared at her, then muttered a quiet “thanks…” and slipped it on over the ratty tank top he’d been forced to have on for the past few weeks. Despite his height, the sweater was massive on him.

He pulled the hood over his head and tightened the strings until most of his face was obscured. He looked stupid, but Cassidy suppressed her urge to say anything.

She grabbed his hand and her bat, then aimed her leg to kick over a box and run, “You ready?”

“N-no… but… there’s no one in this row right now… we sh-should go left-”

“Great!” She kicked the box as hard as she could then sprinted out into the aisle, James followed along, using his free hand to cover his eyes even more. 

“How far?” She hoped he would understand the question.

He bit back the lightheadedness as best he could, “r-right at the next intersection-“

She ran harder, angling right as soon as the turn came into view. James stumbled, then yelped, “Two of them!! B-Behind!”

Cassidy heard the crackle of energy and flattened them against a shelf, a bolt shot past, inches from her nose. She swung her bat in their direction, filling the ice rune once more and launching a small volley of hail back at them. She heard a few pieces connect and kept running.

James switched between holding his breath and panting, trying desperately to keep his footing while sight switched rapidly around the warehouse, focusing on every noise and relating that to the floor plan in his head. “L-Left! Now!” 

Cassidy veered left, dragging them down a different row. Footsteps passed by through the fog, she was unsure how many. She was pretty sure they were almost to the wall before he told her to go right. Then a series of rapid turns until she was sure they were going in circles, but she put that out of her mind, trusting James to find them a path. She was the workhorse, she was the warrior, the machine to take them where they needed. 

“GET TO ANOTHER ASILE- NOW!!”

They weren’t at an intersection, but Cassidy could hear the panic in his voice. She half dove, half rolled into a shelf, throwing them both through a shelf. They tumbled out the other side just as a hail of gunshots tore through where they were moments ago. James gagged and covered his mouth, then pointed to the left with a shaky hand, “SW-SWING!!”

Cassidy swung as hard as she could, not bothering to stand, no time to charge a rune. Her bat connected with something and it collapsed with a scream. She was running at the thing before it hit the ground, almost tripping over the guard’s broken leg. “Jump!”

James leapt over the fallen guard, though his legs gave out when he landed, forcing Cassidy to catch him under arms and started dragging. She felt her phone buzz in her pocket, theoretically, the signal that Leena had arrived with the car. She couldn’t check to make sure.

“I- I can’t!” James tried to get his footing, but he was moving too slow, too out of breath to keep up. 

“It’s fine!!” Cassidy growled and all but threw him over her shoulder, barely slowing down. He was lighter than she thought, which was especially considering he had been skin and bones before he’d been taken. He yelped again and grabbed her t-shirt as tight as he could, trying to refocus on the warehouse layout and push down the spots that were dancing in his eyes.

“Right!!”

Her shoulder clipped the corner of a shelf and she stumbled for a moment. More rapid directions, then he had her swing again, clobbering another guard, but not before a high speed jet of water cut a gash into her hand. She winced away, dropping the bat with a clatter.

There was no time to go back for it. They were almost there. Three more turns, before James told her to go straight until they hit the double doors. She bolted into the blinding daylight, slamming into the doors and flinging them open. Leena’s convertible was idling a hundred feet away, but they made it. Bullets and spells riddled the doors and they all had to duck as she stepped on the gas, roaring through the field and making the sharped u-turn possible. 

James slid down into the footwell, covering his mouth with both hands. Cassidy flopped on the seats, trying and failing to catch her breath. Leena didn’t bother saying hello, just sped along until they hit the road.

Eventually Cassidy could breathe enough to speak, “Where’s Mel?”

Leena’s voice was tight, “Busy. Check your texts.”

[imjusthereforthegayness]

PSA

Please make sure you have something with you that can be used for help or emergencies. At times I truly hate having my phone on me. It’s a deep seated love hate relationship. And while I did make this post so that I could get my thoughts and feelings out I also made this so that the next time someone does something they bring a “safety net”. This could be as simple as walking to your mailbox, going to the neighbors, getting something from your car. Please just remember to grab your keysfor the car door, flashlight for the dark, phone for emergencies, etc. and if you do what I’ll end up doing on many nights which is not listening to my own words either way do your best to stay safe 🩷

(And yes, I do feel like one of those people who have the most random and rare thing happen to them but then make it their life mission to inform EVERYONE.)

TLDR; I got my thumb stuck in my car door with no keys or phone. Got helped after about 10 minutes.

Trigger warning: Finger injury, blood, shitty writing

Car 1 Me 0

I came home after shopping at 11 PM. I went inside for the first time and accidentally locked my car with the audible arm chirp going off. (My father heard this and recognized it as “okay she’s home”) I then went back outside to grab things out of my car. I set my phone and my car keys on the bannister next to my front door.

I walked off of my porch, passed my father’s car, and arrived at the driver side of my car. As I was locking up I turned off my car lights and went to shut the door. I manually locked the door, this is where it’s fuzzy I don’t remember how I shut the door if I gently pushed the door shut or slammed it with my hip - I frequently do both.

By the time I saw what was happening it was too late I couldn’t move my hand. My left hand had been turning the lights off and locking up and my right hand was on the side of the car where the door shuts on. Again, a bit fuzzy but I feel like my whole hand was there and for some reason I didn’t move my whole hand in time just my main 4 fingers. Maybe that bits wrong. Either way, the next thing I know my thumb is stuck in the door and that’s when I realized I’m utterly screwed. I’m screaming for help, blood curdling screams. I’m begging, pleading for anyone to help me.

Visible representation of mwah

I tried my best to stay calm and think of different ways I could get out.

- [ ] Even though my phone was out of reach I was desperate for Siri to work. This MFer wants to work if I say something stupid like SERIously but not in this situation. I’m assuming she was too far away or didn’t recognize my voice. It sucked though because, while I assumed she was too far away, I couldn’t be sure. There’s plenty of times where I’m in my house in a completely different room, I call her name. No response but I continue with my request of “play music” and she does. I was hoping that I just couldn’t hear her response this time. This was in fact not the case, she definitely couldn’t hear me or didn’t recognize my voice. I think the reason it sucked the most was because each time I tried I had this hope bloom in my chest, lingering thinking that I couldn’t hear but it was working. Each time I was crushed because it kept failing.

- [ ] I tried slamming on the car to see if the alarm would go off. Apparently, it doesn’t cause I was beating the shit out of this thing with no response.

- [ ] I also tried breaking the window to no avail. As I jokingly said later, sad day to learn I don’t have super strength. I was looking for anything that could break the windows, not a single rock in sight. I attempted to reach the tire to see if there was anything, even the tire pressure cap, that could come off and break the window. Because of how I was positioned in the door it wasn’t even remotely possible.

- [ ] I tried prying the door open for even a little bit of room but alas still not she hulk. Bummer. Thumb part but mostly no she hulk part.

- [ ] I even attempted to just pull my thumb out. That was definitely a no go. I can’t find a visual representation but I feel like I’ve seen it in a movie. It felt like the skin was going to just rip right off my thumb…which duh

Me when I explain this to everyone:

Finally, I hear my dad’s voice but it sounds angry and startled. (At this point thank you sweet baby Jesus to my dad but also to my OCD for making me have to keep shut doors slightly cracked open which is probably one of the main reasons he was able to hear me) And now back to our regularly scheduled program. I’m screaming, pleading, begging for him to help me. He doesn’t understand what’s happening. He’s trying to rush to me but I can barely get the words out. He has to turn around to get the car keys off the banister. He said he thought people were outside fighting. I can tell he’s scared, understanding finally that something’s wrong with me. He got the key, comes around the side of the car and finally sees my hand. He’s hesitant to open the door, later saying he didn’t know if somehow it would be worse but that either way the door had to be opened. The door opens and I’m still howling. He brings me inside but now I’m feeling it, reaaaaaally feeling. It. In reality though, while the physical pain was present that’s not what was making me the most upset. I was so thankful I had been heard.

Don’t get me wrong at times I was cursing everyone like “why can’t anyone hear me???? You’re telling me you’re that heavy of a sleeper? Your walls are that thick? Etc” but then when I sat there I was realizing if my dad, who is a LIGHT, sleeper couldn’t hear me for that long how could I expect anyone else to in a way? People are heavy sleeps, are deaf/HOH, have sound machines, TVs, fans, etc. I get it, it was still a scary realization.

Later as he’s talking to me he says something about “well I’m assuming you weren’t screaming the whole time”. I couldn’t lie. I told him I was. That I had been screaming as loud as possible and that’s why I was scared. No. One. Was. Hearing. Me. He looked so sad, like he let me down. I felt so bad, it broke my heart. I feel kind of silly, it’s not like he saved me from dying but I kept/keep saying it anyways “thank you so much for hearing me dad”, “thank you for getting me”, “thank you”. I truly mean it because if he hadn’t I don’t know if anyone would have.

And while I get that 10 minutes is no where near 7 hours and a thumb can seem inconsequential ….while I was experiencing the first 5 minutes I didn’t know it wasn’t going to be 7 hours. It’s so crazy to think about now.

At times I truly hate having my phone on me. And while I did make this post so that I could get my thoughts and feelings out I also made this so that the next time someone does something they bring a “safety net”. Keys for the car door, flashlight for the dark, phone for emergencies, etc. and if you do what I’ll end up doing on many nights which is not listening to my own words either way do your best to stay safe 🩷

On a funnier note,

A few days after turning my car into my own personal torture device I’m seeing my niece. She’s said once or twice “I’m so sorry that happened”, checked on me, made sure I was okay, etc. Later in the evening it gets brought up and at one point my sister says to me “god, that’s so crazy. I can’t even believe that happened” to which my niece then says to me “yeah how did that happen? you’re an adult aren’t you?”

My response but with more giggling

[kittenchancorruptionarc]

Derek wasn’t sure how much more he could take from Fox’s…strange fanbase. He didn’t mind stripping naked for his unhinged chat members, it fed into the pride he has for his body further really…but being forced to slice his wrist open?!

These people are fucking INSANE!

Good thing the beastkin kept an emergency first aid kit in his streaming room, as the blonde quickly grabbed it and tore into it as he took out some rubbing alcohol, cotton balls, and gauze.

He got to work on patching up his wound, not wasting ANY time so he wouldn’t potentially bleed out. Thanks to Derek often being on babysitting duty for his siblings when he was younger, he’s got some decent first aid knowledge…

He sighed in relief after the treatment worked, despite the rubbing alcohol making him hiss and swear under his breath. But…

God, his wrist still hurt like a BITCH.

“You…you mother FUCKERS…” Derek spat at the chat, grabbing his scattered clothes as he sloppily threw them back onto his body “You’re all fucking PSYCHOTIC! Yeah…I’m fuckin’ done here. Thanks for the money though, assholes!~ Might get myself another car since my last one got totaled…stupid fucking cunt didn’t use her turn signal…”

He went to open the door to make his way back to the elevator, and to the waiting room and act like nothing EVER happened here. “Just make up some shitty excuse for the cut, sliced myself on the chair or somethin’…”

Before the bratty man could make his great escape, a silhouette had already opened the door and was glaring at him from the doorway, making his blue eyes WIDEN as his heart sank to his stomach. Judging that the shadowy figure was VERY short with noticeable fluffy ears on the top of his head…

There’s no doubt this was Fox. He’s been caught red handed.

Oh shit.

“U-Uh…h-hi!!” The bottle blonde stuttered out “I was just…c-checking this place out because I was bored! That’s all!”

“Hmm…” Fox’s voice BOOMED across the room “Really now? Because…” He started to walk closer to the other, effectively backing him up against a wall as he held up what appeared to be his cellphone in the boy’s face “I have evidence that says otherwise, Goffard.”

The older man’s clawed finger tapped on a random app icon as Derek’s activities on the stream are revealed to be archived, he quickly scrolled past everything he’s done including the forced self harm, the stripping game…everything. He turned pale, his pupils dilating, sweat beading down his face…

Oh, he’s SO FUCKED.

“Well? What do you have to say for yourself, young man?” Fox put his phone away and crossed his arms, looking unamused at the others actions. “Are you just going to stand there and cry like you ALWAYS do when you get caught pulling your bullshit? Hmm…or maybe…you’ll actually act like an adult take some responsibility for once?”

“Um…I…g-Well…” Derek stuttered before his flight response kicked in “Uhhh…THINK FAST!” He used his tanned fingers to pull back the beastkins suspenders and let them SLAP harshly against his nipple areas, making him let out a loud groan in pain and grab onto his chest as the other FLED into the hallway, the stench from the cells not even bothering him anymore as he was just focused on getting the HELL out of there as he ran and ran…

Before he felt a strong, familiar hand tightly grip onto his shoulder that made him stop in his tracks. When he turned, he found out that hand belonged to his father, Mr. Goffard.

Oh…

OH GOD NO.

“H…Hi dad!!!” Derek stuttered “U-um…I wasn’t doing ANYTHING!! Don’t listen to w-what that old fuck says to y-yo-“

“Can it, boy.” His voice was gruff, stern, you could tell he wasn’t having ANY of his sons bullshit today. “I already know what you’ve been up to in there. I’m not believing anything YOU tell me this time. Care to explain yourself?”

“W-WELL YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE TAKEN SO GODDAMN LONG IN THAT MEETING! GOD, YOU ALWAYS DRAG ME HERE THEN EXPECT ME TO DO NOTHING! I’M NOT A FUCKING ROBOT DA-“

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, DEREK!” He grabbed the boy by his shirt collar “YOU THINK THAT’S A DAMN PROPER EXCUSE TO STRIP DOWN AND SHOW EVERYONE YOUR-“

“GENTLEMEN, GENTLEMEN, PLEASE!”

Fox SHOUTED from across the hall, making his way to the arguing father-son pair as he tried his best to diffuse the situation to an extent. “I believe you’ve scolded your son enough, Mr. Goffard. Let’s calm down…” Derek’s father sighed and put him down, his son taking in deep breaths due to how his shirt collar choked him as his dad turned to the other “You’re right, sorry about that. You know I get…frustrated with him easily.”

“Mhmm, I’m very much aware of that. Let’s focus more on…

Deciding what his punishment shall be for making a mockery on MY livestreams, shall we?”

“Mm…good idea.”

The two towered over Derek, their eyes piercing into him as a nervous smiling formed on his lips.

“H…hah…oh I’m fucking SCREWED.”

EVENT END.

((I’ll let you all use your imagination on what Derek’s punishment is! I think it’ll be much more fun that way. Any asks that mention your own interpretation on his fate will be correct ;] ))

[darknessawaits28]

~The Planet of Nexzrion~

Hello again my lovies! Hope you are having a wonderful day! I wanted to give you a random sci-fi story about a planet full of men and no woman in sight until one day a woman and her AI companion crash landed on it. Who knows what might happen and who they might find on this strange planet? :3 :3 Thank you for taking the time to read my story and enjoy my lovies! And thank you again for all your love and support!

>Chapter 1: The Crash Landing<

"Beth, I'm trying everything in my power to circumnavigate the ship safely, but brace!" the AI shouted.

Hearing the word 'brace,' Beth ducked under the center console, shutting her eyes tightly and protecting her head from a concussion. Suddenly, the ship crash landed on hard soil, Beth only recieving minor cuts and bruises.

"Shit" she groaned as she slowly got up from under the console, pushed some of her curly black hair out of her face, and then looked around her ship, seeing most of the materials had fallen lose, electrical wires were exposed and running hot, everything was just a disaster. "Alpha, damage report?" "Alpha?!" Beth turned around to face the console and saw that it was not powered.

"My apologies Beth, I can not connect to the ship, so I had to eject myself into the android" A robotic voice spoke behind her.

Beth quickly turned around to face the womanly robot that Alpha had taken refuge in. "Oh damn, I'm sorry Alpha that you have to be contained in such a small space."

"No need to fret Beth, it is better that I am here and not somewhere else unwanted." "The damages to the ship are quite extensive, but can be repaired."

"Good, thank you Alpha." "We have to repair this ship fast before Johnny finds out that I left the group" She sighed as she slammed her fist on the console to get the view in front of her. "A-Alpha, is this planet atmospheric levels okay to breathe in?"

"A moment, scanning-yes, the atmosphere has a steady supply of oxygen, perfect for breathing." "However I do suggest that you bring your BBCS (biometric bionic containment suit) in case of an emergency, it has everything you need in case you are infected, injured, or hungry, as you like to call it."

"Ha, ha, don't make fun of my eating habits okay" Beth chuckled as she rushed over to her biometric locker and opened it, pulling on the suit. "Okay, let's see if we can find something or someone to repair my ship."

As Beth headed towards the back of the ship, she stopped in her tracks, "Alpha?"

"Yes?" Alpha responded.

"Do a scan to see if there is any life on this planet?" Beth worriedly said.

"Scanning, a moment-I'm sorry Beth, but I am unable to verify how many lifeforms are on this planet, there seems to be more than a hundred."

"What?" "Shit, better be careful then" She spoke softly, grabbing the latch that opened the hatch door and pulled on it, the back of the ship opening to view a beautiful sight of trees and funny enough, a lake. "Hmm, well, we have a water supply in case I get thirsty."

"A word of caution, filter out the water first before you drink it, who knows what organisms could be floating around in this body of water" Alpha warned Beth as she slowly walked out of the ship.

"Yes, thank you Alpha, I know" Beth rolled her eyes, pulling up the holographic display on her arm, trying to see if she could find suitable materials to repair her ship. "Huh, it says here there is a cave not too far from here that has cobalt, lithium, and other materials we can use to repair the ship."

"Sounds good, lead the way Beth, and don't roll your eyes at me next time" Alpha snickered, giving her a light slap on the back of her head.

"Hey!" Beth grasped the back of her head, making a funny face at her and then headed into the dim lit forest.

As the two walked, Alpha cautiously scanned around her, making sure that nothing dangerous was around that could potentially harm Beth.

"You see anything Alpha?"

"No, but keep your guard up, who knows what rare organisms are on this planet."

Beth nodded as she held her guard up, making sure she used all her senses to look around.

Without warning, a strange arrow shot in their direction, "Watch out!" Alpha warned as she tried to block the arrow from hitting Beth.

With quick thinking, Beth pulled out her shield and blocked the incoming arrow. "Get behind me Alpha" she ordered, Alpha obeying and going behind her.

"Show yourself coward!"

"What are you, and why are you trespassing on our lands?!" A masculine voice spoke from beyond.

"I am not trespassing, I crash landed on this planet, and require materials to fix my ship!"

"Beth I don't think you should converse with this person" Alpha whispered.

"Quiet Alpha please, let me talk to him, maybe we can come to an arrangement of some kind."

Within seconds, the masculine voice appeared from behind a tree, holding a bow and arrow, "Women?" he gasped, not believing his eyes.

Beth and Alpha both looked at each other in a confused manner, unsure as to why he was shocked to see women before? But as Beth adjusted her sight, she saw how the man was dressed, in primitive clothing, some sort of paint on his face, and weapons that couldn't possibly stop her (bow, arrows, spikes, etc).

"What the hell is your problem, have you never seen a woman before?!"

"Beth I do not suggest approaching this man with such a threatening tone of manner, maybe he simply has never seen technologically advanced people before?"

"Alpha please" Beth sighed as she made her shield disappear and slowly walked towards the man. "I mean no harm, but why are you shocked to see a woman?" she repeated herself in a less threatening manner, according to Alpha.

The man quickly checked around him to make sure no one else was around him and rushed towards the two, "Not here, follow me, and quickly" he spoke as he signaled them to follow him.

"Alpha?" "Calculations?"

"A moment, calculating-our chances of survival following this man is 95 percent."

"Hmm, good enough for me, I guess" Beth gulped, not liking this idea one bit.

[facefullofsadness]

how could my day be bad when I'm with you?

university!au

gf!winter x reader

prompt - you've been wanting to go the aquarium because you need your jellyfish-sight-seeing-fix! and so your girlfriend minjeong does it for you

content - fluff! (facefullofsadness NOT writing smut? YES), a little rushed? like I fr forgot how to write chat..., time-skip, not entirely proofread, short! (kinda bad...)

wc - 1422

a/n - mid-writing, I realized this is literally just miss perfectsunlight's fic but with minjeong and jellyfish instead of aeri and seals... so read that one too cause it's veryvery cute and lovely

god, how I love minjeong.

but she is so goddamn stubborn! I told her not to get nor do anything for my birthday coming up because we'd both be way too busy with school to celebrate it, but the glint in her eyes whenever either of us bring it up is distracting. for the past few weeks she's been like this, and I know she's plotting.

and so when I woke up this morning, day of my birthday, and she wasn't lying next to me, I already knew something was up. she strolled in with a sweet grin on her face and a tray of food in her hands.

"good morningggg~~~!!!" she greeted, kissing my forehead.

"jeongie, what are you doing?" I grumbled.

"not even a good morning back? rude!" she huffed before having placed the tray of food on my lap, "eat!"

it was an arrangement of different breakfast food she had cooked up just before I had awoken. I couldn't stop the small grin emerge onto my face as I looked up at her expression, minjeong nibbling at her lip a little as she observed me.

"well, I know you don't really like breakfast foods, but it was all we had..." she nervously explained.

before I grabbed her hand to pull her closer and thank her, she slipped away and perked up, "oh! wait!"

she ran out of the room and I heard rummaging in the kitchen before her small impactful steps were heard stomping back to our room. her hands were behind her back as she dragged her feet back to me, shit-eating grin on her face.

"whatttt???" I rolled my eyes.

she pulled out a candle and stuck it into the pile of pancakes, other hand lighting it with a lighter. she snuggled up next to me and looked at me with that glint in her eyes.

"happy birthday y/n," minjeong smiled.

I grabbed her chin and pulled her in for a kiss. she tasted sweeter than the sugary breakfast she prepared for me, maple syrup and pancakes unable to overtake the sheer taste of minjeong on my tongue. however, she pulled away before we got too passionate.

"as much as I would love to indulge in you, we have such a busy day ahead love! so hurry, eat up!" she excitedly stated.

I rolled my eyes at her, but her energy was so endearing even as she got up from my side and ran around to pick outfits for us.

"jeongie, what are we doinggggg?" I grumble as her hands cover my eyes, her standing behind me.

she giggles near my ear, filling my stomach with butterflies at the sound of her laugh, "if I told you, it wouldn't be much of a surprise, would it?"

"but I don't even like surprises!"

"and I like doing stuff for you but not all of us can get what we want!" she sighs and places a kiss on my cheek, "just trust me y/n-ie, mkay?"

we walk together some distance after getting out of the car, minjeong having driven us to a random location. I had absolutely no idea where we were and it was a little unsettling, the unknown making me uneasy. she must've sensed my discomfort, whispering sweet reassurances into my ear.

"it's okay baby, don't worry, it'll be so worth it." her voice was so soft and comforting, making me lean further into her relaxing touch.

the surroundings got quieter and it felt a little more chilly, realizing we had entered a building, hearing out footsteps slightly echo throughout the seemingly empty room.

"where the actual fuck are we jeongie?" I nervously chuckle, hearing my own laugh reverberate against the walls.

"well, why don't you find out for yourself hm?" I hear her say with a smile in her voice, gently dropping her hands away from my face.

"open up."

and when I opened my eyes, I felt my breath hitch in my throat. behind a huge glass pane were sections of jellyfish separated by species as they swam gracefully through their tanks. I felt my body float, the warm feeling of love swell in my chest it almost hurt.

I felt minjeong's warmth come closer to my body, her face against my shoulder as I feel her lips form a smile, "how'd I do?"

my eyes water as I reach for her hand, not tearing my sight away from the beautiful view in front of me, "I love you."

her soft giggles against my body make a tear fall down my cheek. she shifts herself in front of me, coming into view and cupping my face.

she kisses the stray tear and coos, "I didn't want you to cry!"

the pout on her lips disappears as soon as I smash my own against her's. I immediately melt completely against her hold, her hands holding my face so tenderly and precious, making me feel like I was the only girl to ever exist in the universe. she felt so good against me, our mouths moving perfectly against each other, like it was meant to be just our lips to touch one another's forever.

and we kiss, we kiss until I can't breathe, we kiss until minjeong smiles cockily against my lips and I pull her away annoyed.

her smirk makes me roll my eyes, "I love you too princess."

"c'mon, there's so much to see!" she swings my arm excitedly.

"baby, don't tell me you rented this whole fucking aquarium..."

she looks around and scratches her head with her lips pursed. "are you actually insane kim minjeong?"

she giggles, "maybe, for you."

she grabs my hand and drags me through the various exhibits. the more we tour, the more I realize, it's a specialty aquarium for jellyfish.

"well, I know how much you love them! so why wouldn't I make your birthday special? for my bestest girl?"

she pulls me in for another kiss, leaving it at a simple peck and smiling at me.

"but I think you're missing the best part..." she points towards the tank behind me.

turning to meet the exhibit full of crystal jellyfish, one of my favorite species.

"come, let's look at them," minjeong drags me to the window pane and I watch them, mesmerized.

there we were, watching the jellies dance through the water, maybe for minutes turned hours. I had blocked out all noise, completely in love with the beautiful creatures swimming about in front of me.

"jeongie... did you know that these jellies can expand its mouth when feeding to swallow jellies more than half its size?" I begin to ramble mindlessly.

she hums next to me, "wow, I didn't know that. tell me more love."

"well, when they're disturbed, they give off a green-blueish glow due to their light-producing organs in its' outer bell. there are like more than 100 of them in there."

"fascinating. a shame they shine so prettily when they get disturbed, no?"

"it's true, they must shine brightest just before harvestation of luminescent aeqorin which they use in neurological and biological experiments to detect calcium."

"oh no, I guess such a thing is necessary right?"

"mhm, it's important for research and helps us know how to take care of these species. they're so pretty aren't they?"

"yeah, so so beautiful... you're so smart y/n-ie," I turn towards minjeong, her eyes fixated on only me, a serene smile on her lips.

I blush at her gaze, "how long have you been staring?"

"I've never stopped to look away from you."

I try to look away but she catches my chin, facing me towards her, "and I won't ever stop looking at you. I love you, you're all mine."

she leans her forehead against mine, "got that?"

I hum in response. "I got this for you, before I forget."

she reaches into her small bag and pulls out a card, a cute little illustration of a jellyfish on it.

"jeongie..."

"open it cutie."

flipping open the card to see a stupid little message that read:

you make me go all squishy inside, so don't be jelly, you're the only fish in the sea for me!

and next to it, a little keychain of a moon jellyfish, another one of my favorites.

"okay yeah it's fucking stupid but I love being a little silly you know-"

"it's perfect," I interrupt her.

she sighs out a breath of relief, "good."

we lock eyes, "you're perfect. happy birthday y/n."

god, how I love minjeong.

[dollsbakery]

‘ Softly Glazed ‘ - KiriBaku x Fem!Reader

TW: Angst, Screaming, Fighting, Lovers Quarrel

( The boys notice how down you seem, they seemingly make things worse. )

As you pulled into the driveway, a string of curses came flying out as your car stalls and gives you more grief than it ever has in the past. Turning the car off, you rest your head on the top of the steering wheel as you hold back a swarm of tears. Almost everything and anything that could’ve possibly gone wrong today, did. First, a random man bumped into you on your way to work, spilling coffee down your newly bought silk shirt. Then, you endured an extremely tough battle with a villain whilst on patrol. Not to mention the heaps of paperwork at the office, the difficult new sidekicks who couldn’t comprehend even the simplest moves, and the jerk who wouldn’t leave you alone once your shift finally finished. The last reason made you grimace at the thought of it. Nothing upsetting or scary about a random man stood in-front of your car waiting for you to leave your workplace, refusing to let you get into your OWN car until you give him his number. The part that scares you the most was when he attempted to grab you, luckily Pro Hero Hawks was just around the corner and came over to prevent the man from advancing any further.

Pulling your keys from your purse, you opened the front door and slammed it shut behind you, kicking off your shoes into the nearest wall. A sigh made its way past your lips, as you headed into your kitchen, eager to find a snack to finally purge your hunger. As you stepped into the kitchen, your shoulders tensed once again as you scanned the room for a single clean spot. There was not a single place on the counter that was not covered in dirty dishes. Your head turns towards the hallway, where you watch your two boyfriends emerge from the back of the house, whom were both covered head to toe in what seemed to be flour.

“Y/N! Your home! Would you mind helping us clean the dishes?” Kiri flashed his beamy smile, which would usually make your heart melt. Not this time however.

“No.” You deadpanned, as a slowly deepening glare made its way onto your face. Kiri’s smile quickly dropped, as it was replaced with a frown. “Jeez, who put a stick up your ass huh?” Katsuki deeply chuckled, unaware of your freshly watering eyes. “Now get over here and help us clean up, we’ve made a mess.” Katsuki smirks, as he looks over towards you.

“I’ve had the fucking worst day ever. I’m hungry, cold, tired, my body aches, and all I want is some ramen and a fuckin’ bath. That is YOUR mess that YOU TWO MADE. I DON’T EXPECT EITHER OF YOU TO COME HOME AFTER A SHIFT AND FUCKIN’ CLEAN THE KITCHEN DO I? NO.” Your hands pull at your hair as you scream at the boys, one whose’s face grows more and more guilty, and the other’s who gains a harsher scowl.

“We just asked for some help cleaning the fucking kitchen. Don’t get your panties in a twist. Hah, I mean your day wasn’t that bad, I can guarantee it. Did someone not put enough sugar in your coffee? Oh! Did the wind ruin your hair whilst on patrol?” Katsuki bursts into a fit of laughter, gripping his stomach with one of his hands. “Katsuki! Don’t say that! Y/N we’re really so-“ Before Kiri could finish his sentence, the harsh sound of a door slamming broke Katsuki from his laughing fit. He looks towards his other partner, who has a disappointed look on his face. “Suki… didn’t you see the coffee stains on her shirt? And don’t you remember Hawks messaging us about asking if Y/N is okay, we never asked what that was about? Or what about the fact her face was puffy and red, she was clearly crying before she came home..” Kiri’s voice trailed off, as Katsuki’s face turned red from embarrassment. ‘How could I of not noticed all that shit. Fuck.’ Both boys turned to their phones and began bombarding Y/N with messages, begging for the girl to return home.

“May I have a single room for one night please? I’d like to check-out late as well. Ah, do you still have room service running? I know it’s late but I’m just so hungry and-“ The woman in-front of you waved her hands, giving a soft smile as she did. “Please, I can tell you’ve had a rough day my dear. We know who you are, your Pro Hero Y/H/N. The room will be on us, I’ll get room service to arrive to your room once you’re settled in. Thank you for all the service you do for us. Please, stay as long as you need.” Tears welled up in your eyes, as you endlessly thank the first person who showed you any type of kindness throughout the whole day.

After polishing off your food, and finally settling into bed, you glance at your phone, mentally arguing with yourself on wether or not you should message the boys. You had turned your phone off when you had left the house after the argument. All you wanted, was to come home to your boys, be smothered with love, and doze off into a peaceful sleep. Instead, you felt as if your feelings had been completely disregarded, and that they only viewed you as a woman who gives affection, then cleans away as soon as she’s finished her chores. After what felt like hours, you finally rolled over and decided to turn in for the night.

As you thanked the hotel staff for their kind gestures (and heavily tipped them all), you sat in your car, anxiously tapping the wheel. Finally, after turning on your phone, you watched as hundreds of calls and messages bombarded your phone.

Finally, you pulled back into your home drive away and pushed all your pride aside. Deciding to go in with a stoic face, you entered the house, and was met with blissful silence. They aren’t home. Quickly, you ran upstairs into your room and changed into the comfiest pyjamas you owned, heading back downstairs and plopping down on the couch with a blanket thrown across your body. Turning on Y/F/S, you snuggled into the blanket and relaxed into the soft couch.

As you snuggled into the warmth that covered your entire body, you blissfully let a sigh of relief out. You felt so warm, almost to warm. As your eyes fluttered open, you was met with a tray placed on the coffee table in-front of you. A mug of hot chocolate, and your favourite flavoured donuts was laid out infront of you. Turning to your side, you saw a face full of regret. Katsuki. To your other side was Kiri, whom radiated of his regular comforting vibe. “Hey Y/N.” Katsuki mumbled. You scoffed and rolled your eyes, refusing to look at either of them. “Look Y/N I know we fucked up. Mostly me. I’m sorry, and I love you. I should’ve cleaned up my own mess. I know you had a shit say yesterday, and we’re here to listen.” Katsuki gave a soft, but very awkward smile. As you turned to face Kiri, he took your chin in his hand, tilting your face up to face him directly. “We’re here when you wanna vent Y/N. And we always will be. We both love you a lot. Katsuki and I even made your favourite donuts! I know it’s not much but we wanted to make it up to you with more than just words.” You gave a soft smile, as you looked towards the homemade treats laid out for you. “We went out looking for you earlier, and when we came home we saw you passed out of the couch. We ran you a bath as well, it’s got all that smelly shit you use in it. And.. we got you some new fluffy pyjamas since we know how much you love them.” Katsuki spoke softly this time, his hand edging closer to yours every so often. You turn to face Katsuki and give him a soft kiss, then turn to Kiri to give him the same treatment.

Katsuki wiggles himself up closer towards you, and puts his arm round your shoulder as he encourages your head to lean on his shoulder. Kiri leans down and lies across your lap, taking your hand and playing with your fingers. This is what you wanted yesterday. But now is better than ever.

[glassartpeasants]

That ending was a stab on the heart from beginning to end I'm gonna steal bob 🏃🏾‍♀️

The One That Got Away

Shigaraki x GN!Reader

Warnings: Angst, cheating, death

A/N: Don’t threaten Bob

~~~

The bed felt different after that night.

2 months ago you had caught Shigaraki cheating on you with someone random woman. You stood in the doorway just watching, trying to find the words to say but nothing came out. It’s only when you dropped your groceries and your present to him is when he noticed your presence.

*flashback*

“Shit! (Y/N) it’s not what it looks like-” He tripped over his words. You said nothing as you just looked at him, knowing that no matter how much you loved him that there was nothing that could ever make you forget this.

“Fuck just say something!” You were still silent as you dropped the groceries you were holding. It just wasn’t clicking for you. How could he do this to you? what had you done wrong?

“What did I do wrong?” Your voice seemed to echo throughout the room. Nobody said anything. Until she spoke up.

“Oh my god, Im so sorry! I didn’t know he was taken! Please forgive me.” The girl spoke as she jumped outta bed and started putting her clothes on.

“It’s okay. I forgive you.” Those words spilled from your mouth before you could actually say anything you meant. The girl had hugged you before saying she was so sorry a final time. Flipping off Shiggy on the way out.

“(Y/N)...i promise we can talk about this.” You just kept looking at him. Those eyes seemed to burn into his soul. He doesn’t think you noticed the tears spilling from your eyes. He was about to say something to you but you started to walk towards him. Thinking he was gonna get hit he just stood still before feeling your part of the bed dip.

He turns around to see you laying there, eyes still open with tears rushing down your face, your clothes of the day still on your body.

Shigaraki tried to put his arms around you but you had hit his hands back. and used your feet to push him to the edge of the bed while you laid clung to the wall.

*flashback over*

Thinking back on it you don’t know why you didn’t just walk away. Maybe you were to tired from being busy and running errands for him all day? Did you want it to be a bad dream and hope to walk up to realize nothing ever happened? Whatever the reason was, you weren’t sure but a part of you wishes that you left that night.

Now you sit at the bar, sitting far away from what use to be your boyfriend, not even taking a glimpse of him and he knew it. You just sat in the corner drinking and looking on your phone until a familiar smell approached you. 

“Oh hey Dabi.”

“Hey there (Y/N), why aren’t you hanging out with crusty over there? He keeps staring at you and the tension in here could be cut with a knife. It’s been two months and apparently everyone said i should ask what's going on.”

“Im not going near him at the moment. We’re on a break per say.” this seemed to peak Dabi’s interest as he leaned closer.

“Oh? Did crusty do something?  Your secret's safe with me, i swear on my soul.” What did it matter if you told Dabi? He already doesn’t respect Shigaraki so why not, plus, so what if that fuck didn’t want anyone knowing, he shouldn’t have cheated when everyone else was sleeping in the base.

“Don’t tell anyone I told you but, 2 months ago I caught Shigaraki cheating on me...” You felt small tears prickle the corner of your eyes. Bringing your hand up to your face you rub it away, hoping to ignore the pain that was banging against your chest.

“What a dick, wanna make him pay?” You look up at Dabi who had a huge grin on his face. You thought about it for a good few seconds before shaking each others hand.

“Once Shigaraki goes out on that mission today, we’ll talk more.” Dabi said before getting up from his seat and grabbing a drink from the bar.

You didn’t know what Dabi had planned but you hoped it would bring Shigaraki the same pain you felt that fateful night 2 months ago.

~~~

You sat on the ground in Dabi’s room as he paced back in forth, coming up with revenge plans. All of them sucked or ended up with you guys might going to Jail.

“New plan, everytime Shigaraki wants to hang out tell him you had plans with me and leave the room. You can go somewhere and i’ll go somewhere with you. Effectively ditching him.” Thinking, you try to come up with all the pros and cons this proposal Dabi shared with you. But soon your hurt over ruled the logical side of you and you agreed to it not a moment later.

“Great! Now all we need is for Shigaraki to ask to hang out with you. Don’t know how long that’ll take though...”

“I usually ignore him after what happened but sometimes he asks to hang out with me whenever its a slow day at the base or if he’s bored.”

“ Well guess we have to wait tell then huh?” Nodding your head, you get up before putting a thumbs up in his direction. You walked out of his room and see Shigaraki sitting at the bar. He must have finished his mission early. You rolled your eyes before sitting on the other side of the bar counter. You could feel shigaraki look at you through father.

“Hey....”

“.....”

“Look im sorry, a-and i know that doesn’t excuse what I did but please-” You got up before he could finishing his sentence as you walked towards your shared bedroom. Going in there use to give you comfort but now everytime you step into that room you see that fateful night over and over again.

You sat on the bed before hearing Shigaraki’s footsteps coming towards the room. Furrowing your brows, you ignore him as you put your shoes on. You needed a little bit of fresh air so you were planning on going to the local park to relax a bit. You weren’t a villain like the rest of them, you were just a simple civilian. Not that you minded really. It was peaceful not fearing for your life everyday and having the fear of failure not on your shoulders.

You didn’t really have a quirk so you just ignored the questions when people asked you if you had one. 

“Can I talk to you?” You were dragged back to reality when Shigaraki’s voice rang through your ears. Annoyed you just answered hoping that the conversation would be short. 

“What do you want?” You voice was snappy and you could feel the venom dripping from it.

“I understand that your mad. And you have every right to be but your not even giving me a chance to redeem myself and-”

“Redeem yourself? Why the hell would I do that? YOU cheated on ME. LIke hell im gonna forgive you so easily.”

“It’s been two months! What happened was in the past!”

“It was in the past my ass. How would you like it to see your lover in bed with another?!”

“I-”

“I felt like my soul died that day. I thought I was your only one! Only to find out that you slept with her! Was she a one time thing or were there more hookups?!” You stood up from the bed as your fists turned white and your anger slowly erupting.

“.....”

“TELL ME DAMNIT!”

“Three...there were three different occasions...” Now the tears were kicking in. You were hoping that it wasn’t true. What if there was more and he was only saying three just to ease your heart?

“Why? Why would you do this to me? What did I do to deserve this?” Your questions were like knives stabbing into Shigaraki’s heart. He wanted to tell you the truth, but he didn’t want your heart to hurt more than it already was.

“Im not going to ask again Shigaraki. You either tell me the truth or I will walk out of this base and never come back.”

“The...the first time it was a drunk accident, the second time Dabi had brought her to the base and one thing led to another. The last one was the same as the second one.”

“Did...did Dabi know about the affair?” You were begging, no pleading for him not to have known. You didn’t know if your heart could take it.

“Yes...” That was it. That was the thing that broke you. Walking up to Shigaraki you pushed past him before flipping him off and saying one final line.

“I would rather die that ever be with you again.” And with that, you left the hideout. You speed walked through the alleys to get to you parked your car. Your friends house was pretty far and you didn’t feel like walking in the dead of night were criminal activity was more active. 

Getting in your car, you turn on the radio and start breaking down. Your tears were blurring your eyesight as you put the car in drive. 

The streets weren’t busy except for the occasion car with some college students. Or drunk people walking along the sidewalk. The sound of the radio blasting songs that were supposed to be happy barley brightened up your mood as you drove down the dark highways.

All of a sudden a bright light hit your eyes from the right side. Some fuck must have had their brights on. But you had the right away so you went. All of a sudden a huge crash rang through your ears and the world became dark.

~~~

A ring came from Shigaraki’s phone. Looking at the clock he noticed it to be 2am. Annoyed he just decided to answer it.

“Hello, this is (hospital name). You were listed under a emergency contact for (Y/N) (L/N).” Shigaraki jolted awake as his hands reached his neck, standing up and already begun to pace the floor of his room.

“Yes did something happen?!”

“At 12am tonight miss (Y/N) was in a car crash. A hit and run to be exact. Their car was totalled after it rolled about 3 times from the speed that the driver hit them. A bystander of the accident called 119. They were in need of surgery immediately once paramedics noticed that they were crushed and bleeding out quickly due to a shard of glass that was stabbed in their chest.”

“Are they okay?!” The doctor on the other end went silent.

“Im deeply sorry for your lost sir. They died during surgery trying to remove the glass that was lodged in their skin. The police are on the look for the suspect. if you wish to see them were on (blank street). Once again, im sorry for your loss. Goodnight sir.” The phone went silent as the doctor hung up. 

Everything seemed to stop as the feared villain feel to his knees. Tears fell from his eyes as his body shook. He realized that now it was impossible to even try. And the last words you had ever said were ‘ you’d rather die than ever be with him again.’ Crying into his hands as his tears made a puddle on the floor.

I guess you took your words seriously.