#like my tumblr froze up a minute ago

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I just love that my phone always gives me the "X isnt responding" popup after the thing in question has Begun Responding again. Super helpful thank you I noticed but it's all fine now

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Snitches the cat and his favorite bat

I wrote up dpxdc fics based off of prompts I happened to see in the last day to add to the reading pile for anyone who didn't prep for the archive down time today.

EDIT

The idea for Danny as a cat came from @shycorvid, thank you so much for correcting me and letting me play in your sandbox!

Snitches the cat comes from @garbagewith-a-cherryontop (I think??? I couldn't find a definite first post!) but the fantastic linked post is the one with how I think Snitches the cat looks here.

Word count is 1053.

Tumblr reference

masterpost for my AO3 downtime fics

“Ugh- that's not- did we just summon a demon cat?”

“It's so messed up looking. Ew.”

Danny blinked and swayed on his feet. He'd had a tail a minute ago, speeding across the GZ to check in on Walker. There had been an unpleasant lurch in his stomach. And now he was on his feet. All four of them.

Wait, what?

“You fucked this up.”

His ears twitched at the sound of a slap. Danny swiveled towards the sound and then got distracted by the feeling of his ears swiveling back. Whaaaaat?

He looked down at his precious little feeties. They were adorable paws.

“Oh, you motherfuckers,” he said. It came out as a conversational yowl.

The humans looked at him from about ten feet away and five feet up. “Annoying…”

He was pretty sure they were high schoolers. There were five of them, two girls and three boys. They were all bigger than him. High schoolers were usually bigger than he was, but this was just ridiculous.

“Count yourself lucky, dimwits,” one of the older kids said. He took a step towards Danny. Danny pressed his ears flat against his head and hissed at the approach. “If you managed to sacrifice Patches to a demon, your Mom would straight up murder you.” He laughed when he said it, like anything about that was remotely funny.

Uh- what now?

Only now, Danny noticed a very distressed calico cat underneath a laundry basket on the other side of the room. There was a stack of textbooks weighing the basket down. A large rug had been rolled up and- he sneezed rapidly, eyes watering. Chalk! They'd drawn on the floor with chalk!

‘This is some incompetent summoning,’ Danny realized, way too late. ‘Did they- how did they turn me into a cat?’ He looked at his unfortunate brethren under the laundry basket. Her ears were flat against her skull and she looked scared.

He remembered the word “sacrifice” and his blood flushed hit with fury. They'd wanted him to eat her! They'd wanted something to eat miss Patches!

The teenagers froze and looked at him, aghast at the angry sounds that were coming out of his throat.

“Shut up!” One hissed. She took off her shoe and threw it at him. Danny dodged and then threw his head back to yowl even louder. Sonic attack! Aural damage, you big jerks!

“The neighbors are going to- make it shut up!”

Danny had to run, dashing over furniture and tearing his way across a crowded table to avoid being grabbed. He screamed the whole time, eager to alert whoever they were so afraid of. Someone should see!

The window burst in.

Danny stopped running, shocked. He hadn't actually expected-

Someone snatched him up from behind and smacked him on the face with a palm. His jaw exploded with pain. It cut off his yowling.

Stunned. He was still for a moment and then he struggled for his life. The grip on his ribs was way too tight-

He looked over at the sound of a sword being pulled from a sheath. Holy shit, that was bomb as hell. His eyes went wide at the sight of a heavily armored small child crouched on the windowsill. The boy's eyes were covered, but Danny could still see him look at Danny and the poor calico under the laundry basket. He sneered.

“Unhand the cat or lose your hands at the wrist, you wretch.”

Danny loved him.

The teenager dropped him. Danny caught himself with a stumble. He let out a sad mraow before he could stop himself.

Fight club baby was enraged. “What have you done to this animal?” He hopped down into the room, revealing he was at least a foot shorter than the smallest girl in the room.

Danny trotted to him and started winding around his ankles admiringly. What a good kid! He purred.

“I will be taking both of your cats with me. If you ever harm an animal again, it will be your head that is found in a chalk-”

“Robin.” A hugeass grown man squeezed himself through the window that the kid had broken. Danny craned his head up, up, up, to see him case the joint.

The older man radiated incredible judgment. “I see that you require education on animal welfare and demonic summoning. Go on, Robin.”

“That's my Mom's cat!” One of the teenagers protested. “You can't take her!”

Robin growled at her. Danny jumped in his skin at the sound.

“Then we shall return it to your Mother and her alone, when we explain what you've done.” Danny let murder baby scoop him up and purred at full volume. Hell yeah. He looked at the cowering teenagers with condescension.

“Not that fugly thing.”

Danny blinked. He ended up making an inquisitive mraow. Why was a finger being pointed at him? He was baby.

“That thing showed up, you can get rid of it. But Patches is Mom's cat, and you can't steal a cat because-”

“Batman can steal any cat!” Robin bit out, gathered up Patches, and jumped out the window with both cats in an expert grip.

That didn't sound right, but Danny just enjoyed the night air as a line pulled Robin up to where yet another masked vigilante was waiting, cackling himself to tears.

“Batman can steal any cat,” he wheezed. “Brilliant. Good detour, Robin. Can I hold one?” He held out his blue-striped palms expectantly.

He faltered when he saw Danny, visibly surprised.

Danny… was starting to feel bad. He curled into Robin, hurt. He wasn't ugly. Why did people keep reacting to him weird?

“No,” Robin said curtly. “You have damaged his pride, and Patches is still reeling from her shock.”

The man let out a sigh but let the topic go. “That's Patches, and this is…?”

Robin hesitated. “He is the Snitch.”

That unlocked cooing. “Snitches? Snitchy Snitch Sni- ow!”

Danny snapped at the hand that came way too close and he let out a warning growl. No baby talk!

Robin seemed very pleased. He rubbed behind Danny's ears. “Snitch… I suppose that Snitches will suffice. We are taking him home.”

“....Maybe, just for fun, we should take him to get treated for mange first!” The guy made jazz hands to go with his statement.

Robin and Danny both growled that time.

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DC X DP Ghost Dog

CW: Blood, Violence

TLDR: Jason is fighting a losing battle against a new opponent he is having trouble hitting. This leads to him being chased and running into Danny whose chilling in an alley.

Word Count: 1326

a/n: Might write more where more Batfam encounter Danny and Danny's perspective, may even rewriting the ending of this. I got the idea from a prompt someone posted here on Tumblr and I forgot to save it but I'd love to tag them if anyone can help me find them! The prompt was something along the lines of Danny will randomly appear in alleys with items that the person needs exactly to solve a problem they were having.

Jason emptied his clip a long while ago and was now being chased through Crime Alley by some sort of dog. It was big. If was angry and it was... green?

The bullets did nothing to it but aggravated the thing and so it chased him. His comms weren't working to call for backup and he was getting tired. It's been 15 minutes of running and that was before you add on he was trying to fight the thing prior and he was now injured after taking a hit meant for a civilian.

He jumped off the rooftop, stumbling. Instead of catching the opposite ledge he plummeted to the ground. A dumpster broke his fall. But damn did it hurt, especially with a prexisting slash of claws on his side. He was still human after all. He had some time but he did not want to waste a single second before it could catch back up to him. So, begrudgingly and in pain, Jason pushed himself back up and out the dumpster.

"Great I'm going to smell like rotten fish for a week" he muttered to no one in particular as he brushed garbage off him.

Before he could formulate a game plan, his thought process froze. He looked up in confusion and blinked. Then blinked again as he stared at what he saw.

A kid with black hair and looked incredibly scrawny sat on a stoll behind a table with a sign "Clockworks Goods and Services!" The kid seemed unbothered with headphones on and eyes closed as he leaned back against the wall of the alley.

Hell the kid almost looked like Damian. If he has blue eyes he'd be a perfect candidate for a Bruce adoption. But why was a kid here.. selling his services?

Jason takes a moment to listen out and notice it is oddly quiet which meant the green dog must not be close yet so he takes advantage of the situation to figure out what the hell is going on here. He takes a step forward and looks at the contents on the table. It was empty except for a single bell with faded writing saying "ring me!" And so he did.

The kid opens his eyes with a start. They were piercing blue. Oh Bruce would fall for this kid instantly, he thinks to himself.

"Oh evening!" The kid starts as he stands up stretching as he removes his headphones from his head. "It looks like you're in need of my services. What is your problem today?"

The kid was so nonchalant as he spoke and moved around. The kid glanced at the table and furrowed his brow. "My names Danny by the way" he quickly adds on.

Jason stares at Danny through his mask perplexed. Something about this didn't sit right with him. It was late at night and Danny was hanging out in an alleyway selling services yet he looked not a day over 15.

But something drives him to answer Danny's question and answer it truthfully, "I'm fighting something and none of my attacks are working on it but it's causing destruction and hurting the people of Crime Alley. It even managed to injure me"

As soon as he says it, he wants to smack himself. Why would he need to tell the kid that? He shoyld be telling him to grt out of here, that it isn't safe.

Danny however shrugs like this was normal for him and looks down at the table again. The plastic folding tables surface remained empty except for the bell but Danny seems confused at this.

"Huh usually it appears when you say it." Danny mutters and proceeds to look under the table then behind him.

Jason however is further confused and raises a hand to his helmet to try his comms again. Unsurprisingly he hears only static. What he does hear instead of his families voices, is the barking of a dog in the distance and something crashing.

Aw shit.

Jason looks up then towards the entrance of the alley with a sigh, "Look, kid, I'm going to circle back to you and your... weirdness later, for now, you need to find somewhere safe while I deal with an abnormally large and green dog."

This seems to catch Danny's attention as he jerks back upright and looks at me. He stares, and I see the wheels in his head turn. He sighs, and his shoulders slump inwards.

"I get it now. I'm the service you need" Danny rolls his shoulders back and steps out from behind the table, heading to the entrance of the alley.

"Woah kid stay back! It's dangerous!" Jason calls out behind him as he jogs to catch up, only slightly twitching in pain as he moves. The kid was incredibly fast for someone who looked malnourished.

As soon as Jason reaches the street, he turns to see where the kid had gone. His eyes widened at the sight of Danny walking like it was just another day towards the rampaging dog.

Danny stops just out of reach of the green dog and whistles two quick notes. The dog pauses and looks towards Danny, its fast twisting from one of anger to excitement as evident with its tail wagging.

“Cujo!” Danny yells, “Bad dog! Drop the car!” the dog whines and drops the car it had in its mouth with a loud thud.

The dog, Jason now knows as Cujo, gets low to the ground and its ears press against its head like any dogs would when they are embarrassed or know they’ve been caught doing something they weren’t supposed too.

“Come here boy! It’s time to take you home!” Danny calls out to it, producing a glowing green dog treat from his pockets.

Jason just watches the entire encounter unfold, gobsmacked. He doesn’t know what to think of it. He couldn’t believe his luck. It was that simple. Who is this kid? As Jason continues to watch his jaw drops to the floor at what happens next.

The dog starts shrinking until it is ithe size of a puppy and comes bounding up to Danny with little playful barks. Danny scoops Cujo up with a sigh and scratches Cujos head right behind his ears.

Danny turns to look towards me, the street where Cujo came from a mess. He gives a sheepish smile and wave, “Sorry about that! I didn’t think Cujo followed me today! I’ll speak to my dog sitter about watching him more carefully next time!”

Danny turns back towards the chaos Cujo created on the street and glances at his watch. “Well, it’s time for me to clock out. I’ll send someone to clean up the mess! Sorry again!” Danny pauses for a moment as he glances once more at Jason, squinting.

A green glowing portal opens up behind Danny and he looks between Jason and the portal. He sets Cujo down and directs him to go through the portal. Danny jogs over to Jason, digging through his pockets.

“Oh sorry you’re hurt and sick. Probably my fault honestly. Here.” Danny shoves something into Jason's hands before he can protest, dumbfounded by what just happened, “That should get rid of the tainted Lazarus Waters in your soul and let your injury heal up like normal. Sorry again!”

Jason just stares before finally getting his bearings again, “Who the hell are you?!”

Danny just laughs, “I’m just your friendly neighborhood ghost.” and with that Danny leaves through the portal, it closing behind him leaving destruction and a baffled Jason in the street.

Like Danny promised, not even a few minutes later, another portal opened up in the streets of Crime Alley, spilling out dozens of glowing green people, who Jason started to believe were really ghosts. The ghosts got to work and by morning, it was like nothing happened.

At the next family dinner, no one believed Jason of what happened that night.

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a/n: I feel like we don't see Cujo enough in fics. I mean come on, a ghost dog? How cool is that?!?! I love Cujo <3 And we all know how much Cujo loves Danny!

[physics-of-one-piece]

Sugary Secret

(Doflamingo x Reader)

Summary: The king of Dressrosa shares a midnight snack with you. Don't tell anyone. It's his little sugary secret.

Words: 1k

Tags: Doflamingo x afab!Reader, Reader & Doflamingo Are Married, Cuddling, Fluff, Size Difference, SFW, One Shot

A/N: I am sleep deprived, much like Doffy here. (Hugs him) It's okay, Doffy, let's cuddle, we can fall asleep easier like that. I wrote this ages ago cus I wanted a cuddle with Doffy in Dressrosa. Short and not detailed enough with descriptions for my liking, but I'm not that good quite yet with describing the SIZE of this man. Ugh, I love him. Would cuddle, cuddles would be 100000/10 with him. Wish I could make this Hammock NSFW Fic but hooo boy that intimidates me so it's SFW. Also, huh, my first actual fic(that I publish on tumblr)! Of course it would be Doffy. 🩷

You got woken up by some sort of sound of...

A bag?

It sounded like a bag. You realised the usual ten foot giant wasn't all wrapped around you, hugging you possessively. You blinked at the lack of him. The bed felt very big and very empty without him.

Then, you heard it. Crunching.

You perked up, shooting up in the bed. You knew that sound.

Cookies.

You floundered around for the switch of the bedside lamp. Once you found it, the illuminating orange light cast a small light around the large suite of the bedroom.

And there was the king of Dressrosa, satten on a circular coffee table, a lid full of cookies held in his left hand while his right hand grabbed the pile of cookies.

Upon the light hitting his handsome face, bare of his sunglasses, the king of Dressrosa froze like a cat caught catching a rat, pink eyes widening slightly.

You looked at Doflamingo. Doflamingo looked at you. 

Silence.

Staring at you, he tossed another cookie into his large mouth, the crunch as he chewed on it filling the large bedroom.

You blinked, more bewildered than anything. It was still night out, but it must be very very early morning.

You wondered if he'd had a nightmare. Usually, you were able to keep them at bay with your presence, running your fingers through his hair and soothing him in his sleep until the nightmare ebbed away, chased away by your loving touch, but sometimes that didn't work.

“Before you say anything,” said Doflamingo, his deep voice covering you with a weight similar to his feather coat. “I am the king. I can do whatever I want, whenever I want. If I want to eat cookies at 3 am…” The blond pulled the box closer to his stomach protectively. “I will eat cookies at 3 am.”

When you continued staring, Doflamingo added, “Don't tell Monet.”

Poor Monet has given Doflamingo trauma or something of the like because she always kept him on schedule. He could never escape his royal duties with Monet around. He'd tried, much like you did. You both got dragged back to the palace within thirty minutes, feeling properly ashamed from the cold, chilly gaze Monet gave you.

“I am the king, and I am hungry, so what if I'm eating cookies?” continued Doflamingo. “I deserve cookies. I work hard all day.”

“And I deserve to eat cookies.  I’m a Celestial Dragon, nobody can tell me what to do.” said Doflamingo. Was it you, or was he eating the cookies faster, as though afraid you would start scolding him any moment, stop him from indulging in the sweets? “Even if you're my wife, I won't listen to you. I won't abandon the cookies, and if you got a problem, then -”

“Can I have some?” you asked, breaking off Doflamingo's monologue.

He stopped. “Huh?” he asked, tilting his head, confused.

You couldn't help it anymore. You smiled, beaming at your husband while his thin, blond eyebrows furrowed in further confusion.

That was it. He looked so adorable when he was confused. You giggled.

“Cookies,” you said, smiling, cheeks hurting from smiling so much. “Can I have some?”

Doflamingo dropped the cookie in his shock. His pink eyes stared at you for a moment, completely surprised.

Then, a huge, big, excited smile engulfed his face, stretching from ear to ear.

Without replying, Doflamingo hopped down from the table, carrying the box of cookies, and approached your side of the bed. Within a second, he lifted you into his arm, cradling you to his chest. 

He chuckled at your squeal, the sound drumming against his bare chest.

With a twitch of fingers, he opened the doors of the balcony, and walked outside, into the night, carrying you and the cookie box. He sat himself down on the large hammock, placing you on his thigh.

The night in Dressrosa was fresh and warm, the entire country swathed in darkness, streets lit by the moonlight above. The stars glittered in the night sky. You stared up in awe at them until Doflamingo’s long digits cradled your jaw, demanding your attention. When you turned to him, he offered you a cookie. It looked incredibly small between his tanned, large fingers, like a blueberry.

The cookie was circular and thick, dusted with melted sugar. You ate it, chewing on it. It melted in your mouth.

You moaned happily. The cookie was delicious! The body was chewy and soft, like a muffin.

Doflamingo chuckled, the stars twinkling in his pink eyes. “They’re polvorones, a Dressrosan dessert.”

“Delicious,” you murmured, mouth watering, smiling.

Doflamingo hummed in agreement. He slid his large body down to lie down, lounging on the hammock, curling his long arm around you, pulling your head onto his shoulder, sliding your body onto his torso, where you laid atop his chest.

You took another polvorone from the bowl and offered it to him. Doflamingo outright grinned, a lewd smile on his face.

He laughed softly, the deep sound of it resounding across the balcony, across your very body.

He opened his mouth and ate the offered treat, moaning with each chew shamelessly, half-lidded eyes staring straight at you, his hands wrapped around your waist, thumbs caressing your hips.

You lost sensation in your palm.

“Delicious,” said Doflamingo after he swallowed, repeating your words back at you, the fierce gaze of his pink eyes melting your heart. “Melts right in my mouth.”

The long, tanned digits dragged up your spine. The king smirked, white teeth flashing. He tilted your chin up with his thumb, drawing your face up to his, making you look straight into his breathtaking eyes.

“Just like you,” he crooned with a smile of the half-crescent moon in the starry night sky.

Your beetroot face made your husband laugh again, the sound filling the night of Dressrosa.

In the morning, Monet, after not finding you or Doflamingo in the throne room, and after neither of you appeared at the breakfast table with the rest of the family, went looking for the two of you. Imagine her surprise when she found the royal bedroom to be empty. She was about to pull the alarm - Doflamingo must have swept you away to the sky again and you two were probably somewhere in the streets of Dressrosa or a restaurant, or worse, on another island - but then she went to check the balcony.

You and Doflamingo were sleeping in the hammock, Doflamingo’s long arm wrapped around your waist possessively, curled around you like a rope. His other arm covered your entire spine, his palm larger than your head cradling the back of your skull, his long fingers relaxed in your hair. You laid atop his torso, your head buried in his neck, the tips of your toes resting on his thighs. In your sleep, your hands were wrapped around his neck, your fingers buried in his short, soft blond hair. Both of you looked peaceful.

There were cookie crumbs on you both, an empty tray with remnants of polvorones on the table beside the hammock.

Monet let you and Doflamingo sleep, and called Diamante to let him know everything was all right.

You were safe, snuggled in the warmth of your husband, sleeping in the arms of your king.

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[sinsatmidnight]

30 Years Later

Pairing – Kim Minji (JiU) x Male Reader

Words - 3101

Sins – Smut, oral, sumata, shower sex

So...it's been a while. I have not been keeping up with what goes on Tumblr, I have to admit, and nor have I read any (most? I may have read a couple during this period) of the many stories that people have started after I stopped. I'm inevitably rusty, but I had this draft I started a long while back that I somehow got into the mood to finish, so I figured I may as well post it, just for fun. Maybe someone will enjoy it. Hopefully you like it if you read it! And no, I don't expect a significant uptick in activity from me, but I may pay more attention to some of the other stories being written. Working on this was not quite the healthiest thing (because uh, I may have overused a certain part of my body the last couple of days) and let's just say one of the reasons I'm posting this is because it already had a significant bit written. But I kinda wanna subject myself to more of this...abuse(?) now. Ugh I'm rambling, but anyways, hope everyone has a good day (or night)!

(2130 hours, 20 September 2220, Eternity)

It started out muffled. The droning sound breaking into your consciousness, jolting it to life. You have no idea what it is. Or where you are, for that matter. Your eyes are closed. But your ears are sharper now that your mind is actively concentrating on listening.

A voice. Female. You can’t make out words but she sounds calm. And then your eyes slowly open, almost as though forced open by an outside force. That’s when you remember.

“Condition is stable, consciousness gained, cryo pods are opening.” That calm, droning female voice comes through clear to you now. There is a soft hiss as the transparent door of your cryo pod slides to the side. The light outside your pod is quite soft, and yet at the moment to your eyes, it is blinding. Disoriented by your awakening, you lay in the gel bed as you try to get your bearings.

“Eden? Status update…oh, and what is the current date and time?”

The ship’s AI, Eden, responds in the electronically generated calm tone that all shipboard Ais use. “Welcome back, Commander. All of the Eternity’s systems are currently running optimally. All crew members are in good health. It is currently 2130 hours, 20 September 2220.”

Your mind does the math easily despite just coming back from the induced cryo-sleep. Thirty years. Well, that would be right. Crew members were supposed to be woken up after thirty years to run manual checks on the ship’s condition and look over all data collected automatically by ship sensors and the AI. They stay up for two weeks and then go back into cryo-sleep. And after the first thirty years, this is repeated every five years.

Your mind remembers that crew members aren’t woken up alone, they’re normally woken up in pairs as an additional safety measure. One person who can handle technical or mechanical issues on the ship, which in this case is you, and one more person who is medically trained to check on the sleeping crew and in case of medical emergency.

Your gel bed is softening; rapidly melting as you defrost and becoming less of a gel and more of a slime. A marvel of human technological ingenuity; the clear gel froze quickly, was non-toxic in case of accidental ingestion, while also serving as a shock-absorbent and anti-bacterial bed for cryo-sleep.

You need to get out and check who else was awakened with you. As your hands reach and hold on to the sides of the pod, you realise that you have an erection. Your mind immediately jumps back thirty years prior, to the minutes right before the crew enter cryo-sleep. It might have been from thirty years ago, but those are your last waking memories and they feel like just minutes ago instead.

You remember undressing before you enter your cryo pod; cryo-sleep has to be done naked and trying to unpeel clothing frozen to a person for years is painful. And that was when your eyes caught sight of the occupant of the pod opposite you.

With long dark hair and incredibly kissable lips, combat medic Kim Minji drew attention wherever she went. She was tall, gorgeous and had a body that drew a reaction from your own. As you watched her unzip her white bodysuit and slip out of it, stripping off her underwear and getting naked, you felt the blood rush to your penis and you were glad that she was too preoccupied with her own cryo-sleep preparations to look over at you. You ended up getting frozen before your erection could soften.

Back in the present, another female voice that definitely wasn’t Eden’s cuts into your thoughts. “You’ve had that for thirty years, Commander?’

As you stumble out of the pod, the melting gel dripping all over the floor, your eyes immediately catch sight of Kim Minji’s naked body standing outside her pod, the clear slime dripping off her body and giving it a shimmering sheen under the soft white lights of the cryo chamber. You quickly realise two things: that Kim Minji is your medically trained partner that you’re going to be alone with for the next two weeks and that your erection won’t be going down anytime soon despite your embarrassment at getting caught. You technically outrank her, but that doesn’t matter when there’s just two people awake on the ship.

Minji’s gaze is fixed upon your groin and very obvious erection and a smirk plays on her red lips. “Oh, Minji, I-“

Before you can think of an excuse, Minji cuts in. “Thanks for the compliment, I guess. I’ve never had a guy have a boner for me for that long.”

You smile sheepishly and try to change the subject. “Let’s go wash up before we start work.” At the far end of the cryo chamber was the doorway to another smaller room. A shower chamber with a row of showerheads which to wash off the slime with warm water before you got dressed. There were no partitions, they didn’t bother with them, given that everyone is naked in the cryo chamber anyway. And anyone outside the showers can see into them, given that the walls and doors are made of transparent shatter-proof glass.

You drip clear slime onto the silvery metallic floor beneath your bare feet and the metal doesn’t feel cool to your touch, but given that you were completely frozen minutes ago, that’s understandable. The two of you make your way towards the shower chamber, walking past the other cryo pods which stand up at 45-degree angles, glancing at the naked bodies of other crew members stored in cryo-sleep within them. The water from the shower feels warm to you, a nice comfortable temperature. Minji is next to you, the water flowing over her naked and fit body. It's not helping your erection. Her voice cuts into your thoughts. "I can feel some slime on my back still, could you help me scrub it off?" You hesitate for a moment but then your hand reaches forward and runs over her smooth back, swiping the slime off. You feel Minji's body shiver at your touch, and she lets out a soft moan.

You are sure that your erection is pointing straight up now. Not that it wasn't before, but this situation is just prolonging it.

"Oh, that's nice. Can you do it a little lower, please?" She asks, and your hands move further down. Your hands are caressing her pert ass now, the soap lather coating it and making it feel smooth. Minji is letting out soft moans and you are enjoying touching her. As you wash her ass, your fingers stray between her legs, rubbing against her dripping vaginal folds. She is wet and it is not the water causing this.

"You're doing a great job, Commander. But there's a lot more I need you to wash for me." You turn her around so that she is facing you. You look into her eyes and she is biting her lower lip. Minji has a perfect pair of breasts, firm but soft and a nice handful. They are covered with soap lather now and you find your hands moving forward to massage her tits. You pinch her pink nipples, feeling her tremble as you touch her. Minji leans into you, her wet body pressing against yours. She feels hot to the touch, as though her temperature has gone up.

"Look, I really feel like I should help you with that boner of yours." Minji whispers breathily. "Can I do that for you, Commander?" She has already reached down and taken your hard length in her hand, her thumb rubbing the head of your cock, spreading the precum that had gathered. She gives your cock a gentle tug, and it takes all of your willpower to not cum on her right then and there.

"Fuck, Minji, that's- that's fine." You let out an odd mix of strangled gasp that ends in a muttered assurance, as her soft hand continues to firmly stroke your erection.

"Thanks, Commander. I appreciate it." Minji presses those incredibly kissable red lips up against yours, and her tongue hungrily comes out to play. You reciprocate, even as your hands are busy continuing to explore her body. Her hands, on the other hand, are one of the most pleasurable experiences you’ve ever had as your wet cock is deftly and smoothly pumped and stroked.

With a wink, Minji drops to her knees, the water from the showerhead splashing her face and wetting her long hair. She presses her tits together and wraps them around your throbbing shaft.

It feels good and your body instinctively thrusts forward, your hips rocking back and forth, fucking her breasts. Your balls are tensing up, and you can tell you aren't going to last long. It is smooth and slick between her breasts and the tip of your cock is rubbing up against her lips with her tongue comes out to tease the tip. Your eyes stare at her as she looks back at you and with a smirk, Minji parts her lips, taking the head of your cock into her mouth.

The tip of her tongue swirls around the sensitive head, licking up the precum that continues to leak. Then, she starts bobbing her head forward and back, taking more and more of your shaft into her mouth, eventually releasing your cock from between her tits. Minji hums contentedly as she sucks and swallows your cock, and her hand is wrapped around the base, pumping you in time with the movements of her head. Minji’s other hand has drifted between her legs, and she starts to furiously masturbate as she blows you. Her slender fingers plunge in and out of her leaking vagina as she keeps her thumb vigorously rubbing her engorged clit.

As you lock eyes with the gorgeous medic on her knees in front of you, she gives you a sultry look, her lustful eyes peering into yours as she sucks you off. Minji’s expert tongue swirling around your shaft and the vibrations of her moans as she takes your dick deep into her throat very quickly becomes too much for you. Your hands need to grab something, to get control.

Your fingers run through her long hair and roughly grab hold of her head, pulling her towards you as you thrust into her mouth hard. You hear her gag a little, but she doesn’t stop with her movement. You feel the pressure building up, and your hips are moving of their own accord. Your cock is hitting the back of her throat, and your balls are tightening.

With a moan, you cum in her mouth. Thick spurts of cum erupt from your dick and fill her throat. She swallows it all, and stands up, licking those red lips. "That was tasty. It’s not every day you get to taste cum stored up for thirty years."

You barely register her words, breathing heavily. That was the most intense orgasm of your life. Your cock is still hard, but Minji is seemingly satisfied. For now.

Or maybe not. She steps away from you, and turns around, bending over. Her shapely ass is facing you, and her pussy is glistening. She looks back at you and wiggles her hips. "Can you help me clean down here too, please?"

You can't refuse Minji’s request. You have to return the favour, after all. You move towards her and rub her pussy. It is dripping wet, and her juices are flowing freely. You stick a finger inside her and feel her walls clench around it. She lets out a gasp, and pushes her hips back, as if wanting more.

"Oh, I really need it, Commander." She pants, as you continue to finger her. You pull out, and she lets out a groan. "Why did you stop?"

"Just making sure you're ready for me." You reply as you give her pert ass a quick spank, drawing a low moan from the medic. You position your cock at her entrance and push inside her.

She gasps and whimpers as you enter, and you feel her pussy walls tighten around your shaft. You start to thrust into Minji’s soaked pussy, and she groans while pushing her hips back to meet your thrusts. You grab her hips and pull her closer, helping her out in an attempt to get ever deeper inside her. She cries out in pleasure, as you fuck her as hard and fast as you.

It doesn’t take long before you are getting close to climax, and she is too. You can feel her walls tightening around your shaft, and her breathing is getting faster. You grip her hips tightly and pound her harder.

"Commander!" She moans, as she orgasms. Her juices flow over your cock, and you can't hold back any longer. You pull out of her and explode all over her ass and back, creating a sticky mess there. And then you plop down on the ground, all this exertion so soon after coming out of cryo-sleep has taken a lot out of you.

You both pant, catching your breath. Minji crawls over and kisses you deeply. "Thanks, Commander. I can't wait to work with you for the next two weeks." You can only nod breathlessly in response, your tongue wrestling with hers. Minji breaks the kiss and stands up, with her back to you. “Well, going to need your help with this mess here. Your fault, so you clean it up, sir.” Your gaze goes over her cum-glazed skin and you stand up to grab a sponge from the side of the room, lathering it up with some body wash from a dispenser. You start to work on cleaning her up, using the sponge to get your semen off her skin. But Minji is inherently distracting. It is clear whenever you touch her that she is affected by it. You hear some sighs of pleasure, even the occasional whine when your hands leave her.

This inevitably affects you and you are somehow hardening again down below. You make a split-second decision and suddenly press Minji's wet body up against the wall. You swiftly follow that up by sliding your semi-erect dick in between her soaked creamy thighs. You start to thrust in between her thighs, making sure that you brush against her pussy fold throughout.

"Oh, you're naughty, sir." Minji pants lustfully. You can feel the warmth of her vagina radiating through your thrusting member. You are quickly erect once more. This feels even better than her sucking and giving you a titfuck. "How is this, Minji?" You whisper into her ear.

"Fuck, Commander. That's… that's really good. Really, really good." She whimpers breathily, her body pushed up against the transparent wall, tits first. Your cock continues to slide between her thighs, teasing her pussy. You are both covered in soapy suds, the water from the shower spraying and splashing on the both of you. Her skin feels silky smooth and slippery to the touch. With each thrust, her ass and thighs clap loudly. You reach forward and fondle her tits, her nipples hardening and her breathing quickening. You keep thrusting, enjoying the feeling of her soapy thighs wrapped around your shaft. Minji is moaning and gasping with each thrust, and her breathing is getting faster.

Her legs are trembling, and her juices are flowing freely, mixing with the soap suds and water. Your balls slap against her clit, and she cries out in pleasure, her whole body shaking. You reach forward and grab her wrists, pinning her to the glass wall. She lets out a moan and arches her back. You kiss her neck and shoulders and continue to fuck her soapy thighs. She is whimpering and moaning with every thrust, and her juices are flowing freely, making her inner thighs and your cock very slick and slippery.

Your thrusting becomes faster and more urgent. Minji is definitely close to climaxing; you hear her moans and whimpers are getting less coherent and more urgent; you’re sure you catch some lust fuelled whining and babbling about wanting your cum and something about being fucked hard. Your cock is slamming against her pussy, and her walls are clenching around it, her juices leaking out. She is breathing heavily, and her legs are trembling.

You release one of her hands and guide it down to her clit, prompting her to start rubbing it furiously. Her fingers are a blur, and her moans become louder and more urgent. You continue to fuck those soaped-up milky thighs of hers, and she is practically screaming in pleasure, her voice echoing off the walls of the shower room. Not that you had to care about anyone hearing you. You did have an odd sort of audience in the rest of the crew outside in cryo-sleep, just beyond the transparent wall you have pressed Minji against.

Your cock is twitching and pulsating, and you can feel the pressure building up. You are both close to that final edge, and the only sounds are your heavy breathing, the splashing water, and the loud clapping sound of her ass and thighs slapping against your cock and balls.

You thrust forcefully into her thighs a few more times, and then you erupt. Your thick, creamy load sprays onto her thighs and the transparent wall, coating them in your semen. Her body shudders, and she cries out, reaching her own climax. Her juices flow over your shaft, and she slumps down, exhausted. You follow suit and collapse next to her. You both lie there for a while, trying to catch your breath. You do catch out of the corner of your eye, that Minji takes a few licks of your cum from the wall.

The two of you eventually manage to finish your shower and dry up, with you eyeing Minji the whole time as she puts that white bodysuit back and zips it back up. She catches your eye, bites her lip, and then smirks naughtily. You’re both relieved and regretful that your cock is worn out and needs rest. That would have brought it back up. You and Minji are both very well aware that you don't actually have much to do over the next couple of weeks, other than the occasional diagnostic check of the ship’s systems and such. The ship’s AI, Eden was there to handle the heavy lifting. And so, you're very much looking forward to the next couple of weeks alone with Minji.

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Happy Birthday Captain [18+]

Summary: It's A's birthday and they find B tied to bed in nothing but very revealing lingerie. (Prompt from @bas-writes on Tumblr)

Pairing: Eustass Kid x Reader

Word Count: 1.6

Warnings: Smut, Handcuffs, Lingerie, AFAB!Reader, Dom/Sub Vibes, Slight Spit Kink, Slight Size Kink

A/N: This is Pre-Timeskip!Eustass Kid for plot purposes.. (a.k.a. no metal hand)

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“The captain is going to lose his mind Hun. You look good enough to eat” Quincy smirked down at me while she clasped the metal handcuffs to the bed post. She gave me the idea, helped me plan it and took me shopping for this night.

One Week Ago

“I have zero idea what to get Kid for his birthday. I mean, what do you get someone like him for their birthday.” I stuck my straw in my mouth nursing my drink. Quincy and House looked on in thought when suddenly Quincy sat up straight in her chair.

“Give him you.” She said loudly.

“I’m sorry?” I questioned.

“Here’s what you should do….” She leaned in closer to me and House.

Present

“You sure he’ll like this Quin?” I asked, nervous. She nodded enthusiastically.

“Oh, I’m sure, and if he doesn’t just call me back in.” She winked at me before turning and leaving, presumably to go get Kid. After about 5 minutes I could hear thundering footsteps coming down the hallway, which was undoubtedly Kid. I looked down at my body, lightly covered in a dark red lace number, Kid’s favorite color. I squirmed in anticipation as the door knob began turning.

“Hey Mouse, Quincy said you had something for m-“ Kid stopped, staring slack-jawed at the bed.

“Happy birthday Captain.” He groaned, taking in the scene. I was laid out on the bed, hands handcuffed above me on the headboard, my legs were free and my body was barely covered in lace. He ran a hand over his face before stepping in and closing the door quickly. I could hear the metal lock of the door lock as he walked towards the bed removing his shirt along the way.

“Fuck Mouse” He whispered reaching a hand out and running it down my side.

“It really is a happy birthday for me.” He smirked.

“Aren’t you going to unwrap your present Captain.” I spread my legs allowing him to see the wet patch forming on my underwear. He dragged his hand from my hip to my covered core. My hips bucked as he brushed over my clit. His fingers hooked underneath the band of my underwear and he slid them down my legs. He placed a kiss right underneath my bellybutton as he brought his hand back down to my center, circling my clit a few times before continuing down to my opening. He slipped two fingers in and I arched my back off the bed. With one hand he grabbed onto the middle piece of my lacy bra and ripped it cleaned off my body.

“Hngg… Kiid” I whined as he began thrusting his fingers in. He froze his hand and looked up at me with an eyebrow cocked.

“I don’t think that’s what you call me, is it?” He spoke sternly, continuing to keep his fingers still inside of me.

“I’m sorry Captain.” I moaned, trying to shift my hips to get any sort of friction. He smirked and began moving his fingers, curling them upwards to rub against my g-spot. His body moved up towards mine, leaving bite marks up my body until he reached my neck, where he latched on and began sucking. I began moving my hips in rhythm with his fingers.

“C’mon Mouse, need you to come once for me before I fuck you.” He muttered against my neck, speeding up his fingers just slightly. My legs closed around his hand as my core fluttered around his fingers.

“FUCK CAPTAIN” I moaned, toes curling into the bed. I could feel him smirking against my neck as he continued to piston his fingers in and out of my core.

“That’s it Mouse~” He removed his fingers from my core before sticking them in his mouth. I looked up at him with hooded eyes as he stood from the bed. His hand went to his pants, undoing the belt and unbuttoning them before he slid them down his legs. His cock bounced slightly as it was removed from the confines of his pants. His hand wrapped around his impressive cock, stroking it slightly before kneeling between my legs. I tipped my head back as I felt the head of his cock breach my entrance. With one hand still wrapped around the base of his cock his other hand wrapped around my thigh, pinning it to the bed. He bottomed out, I could feel the hair at the base of his dick rub against my clit. He grabbed onto my legs and hoisted them onto his shoulders.

“C-cap-captain” I whimpered out a syllable with each thrust, he felt deeper than he’s ever been. He held onto my ankles as he began pounding into me.

“Fuck Mouse, you have no idea what you do to me. I don’t know if I can be gentle.” He growled, snapping his hips into me faster as I cried out. He let go of one of my ankles to tweak my nipple. I lifted my head from the pillow to look at where we were connected. Kid moved his hand up to my chin, gripping it and forcing me to look at him.

“Fuck I love that look.” He said, admiring the fucked-out expression on my face. He forced my mouth open and spat into it. My cunt clenched around his dick at the action.

“Swallow.” I closed my mouth, swallowed, and opened my mouth again letting my tongue hang out.

“I always knew you were a whore Mouse. Good girl.” I moaned out at the praise and took his fingers, that were resting on my cheek, into my mouth, twirling my tongue around the digits. His eyes rolled back a bit as his hips hit harder. He removed his fingers from my mouth, slick with my saliva, and brought them down to rub my clit, fast-tracking me to my second orgasm of the night. I clenched tightly around him as a burning pleasure coursed through my body, the most intense orgasm coming out of my body.

“Oh fuck Mouse.” I could feel his fingers speed up on my clit. I looked down hazily and noticed spurts of liquid coming out and Kid with a shit eating grin on his face, he pulled out slowly and placed his hands on the handcuffs and broke them off quickly flipping me onto my stomach. I felt his breath on my ear as he leaned in close.

“I need you to do that again for me.” He whispered as he grabbed onto my hips and forced me up onto my knees. I waited for his dick to enter me but instead I could feel a wetness down on my core. I turned my head to look over my shoulder, only seeing the red of Kid’s hair, his hands spreading my ass for access, his tongue was hot and needy against my clit as if he needed this to live. My forehead dropped to the pillow, letting out a symphony of moans.

I felt him pull away only for a glob of spit to land onto my core before Kid dove back in. My core clenched around nothing as I came again, letting out small spurts of liquid as waves of pleasure flowed through me. Kid got up from his spot in my core and tapped his hand on my ass.

“You OK to keep going Mouse?” He asked softly, a stark difference from the man just 2 seconds ago. I looked at him over my shoulder and nodded, spreading my thighs further as if presenting myself to him.

“Please fuck me Kid” I whimpered. He smirked and slotted himself back into my core. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, using it as leverage to pound into me. Kid bottomed out and held his position there. I whined and began fucking myself back onto him. He let out a moan and smacked my ass before grabbing my hip and encouraging me to keep moving.

“Such a whore Mouse.” He muttered, leaning down to leave a bite on my shoulder.

“Gna cum” I moaned out, drool escaping out the side of my mouth. Kid let go of my hair and slipped his hand around to shove his fingers in my mouth, pressing his fingers down on my tongue forcing my mouth open. He began bullying his cock into me at a pace I wasn’t aware anyone could reach.

“Fu- Kidddd~” I began moving my tongue against Kid’s fingers. I could feel my core fluttering intensely, the same feeling as before coming back.

“’m cumminggg” I whined as I soaked my thighs and the sheets below me. Kid let out a loud moan at the feeling of my core clenching around him as he began thrusting harder. A telltale sign that he was close. He gripped onto my hips with both hands and I looked over my shoulder, a hazy look on my face.

“Want your cum Captain” I moaned, lifting my eyes to meet his. His mouth dropped open in a silent moan as a warmth flooded my core. He pulled out and flipped me onto my back again. His eyes stayed trained on my core, a hand going down to push his cum back into my core. I arched my back and bit my lip.

“s’to much” I whimpered. Kid flopped down beside me, pulling me into his chest and pressing a kiss to my head.

“Best birthday gift ever.” He mumbled into my hair.

“Love you Mouse.” I smiled and pressed a kiss against his neck.

“Love you too Cap.” I answered before slipping into a deep sleep.

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"Moving Forward, Spiraling Downward Chapter 17- Reunion"

First of all, I want to apologize for the wait. It's been a difficult time recently and writing this fic actually made things a lot worse for me. Rest assured that I am still continuing this. I just needed a bit of a break for my own mental health. Thank you all for reading and your patience.

CWs in this chapter for talks about addiction, suicide, and mental health, the events of Shanes 6 heart event, and a hospital setting

Summary: After that fateful night at the cliffs, Shane finds himself in a spot somewhere between life and death. He must confront his fears and vices, along with three people he misses most, and figure out exactly how to move forward from here. The chance to take back his life is given to him, and he must decide what to do with it before it's too late.

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 “It’s so nice to see you again, sweetheart,”

Shane tried to speak, tried to do anything, but his mind just wouldn’t let him. Frozen, still as a statue, he just stared Mona down in complete awe… maybe even fear. It had been so long, he didn’t even know how to feel. He was happy, yes, but also incredibly, utterly confused and upset. How else was he supposed to react to seeing her after decades, especially like this? Mona didn’t seem to be impressed by his reaction however, furrowing her brow and frowning in a rather annoyed manner.   

“Oh come on, it’s been this long and you can’t even greet your mother?” she asked, approaching Shane with open arms. He froze at the feeling of her embrace. It was warm, it felt real. Was this real? Did he want it to be? His mind was racing a mile a minute, heart ready to beat out of his chest. This was so overwhelming, he couldn’t handle it a moment longer. He felt ready to vomit from pure panic. Pulling away from her, he held up his hands defensively, trying to protect himself from… something. What that ‘something’ was, he didn’t know.

“What the hell is going on?! Why are you acting like this is normal, I-” Shane looked around at the trio before him, obvious distress in his face and body language. Jason’s smile fell, a much more serious expression replacing it now. He stood and approached his friend, holding up his hands in a cautious manner, “It’s okay man, don’t panic,”

“Just tell me what’s going on! Why- how are you here? What the fuck is this?!”” Shane demanded, scared as ever. How was he supposed to calm down now? The last thing he knew he was dying, and now he was here? With all of his passed loved ones? His tone softened just for a moment, a realization dawning on him, “... Am I dead?”

“No, not right now, it’s….” Jason stopped for a moment, pursing his lips. He had no idea how to explain what was happening to Shane, and feared attempting to would only confuse him further. But seeing that terror in his eyes, that deep fear, he just knew he needed to, “You’re not really dead… but not exactly alive, either. Does that make any sense?”

It, in fact, did not make sense. At least, not at first. Shane took a moment to look around the room, fully taking in his surroundings. The decorations hung through the room were identical to the way they’d been placed at that fateful Winter Star party years ago, before everything got to this point. All of the sensations around him brought him peace, reminding him of a time before the fighting and destruction. And now, the people he missed most were standing in front of him. This was a grand construction of everything he longed for, granting him the smallest bit of comfort in such a dire situation. But even that comfort wasn’t enough. The bitter knowledge of his reality outweighed this fantasy entirely. Shane was dying, and there was nothing he could do.

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The back of the clinic was so sterile and unfeeling. The nauseatingly bright white walls and incessant buzz of the lights above were enough to give Marnie a headache. In any other situation they would. But right now, her focuses were set on something much different. Shane lay in one of the old clinic beds, silent and still. Marnie refused to leave his side, intently watching the rise and fall of his chest, terrified it could stop at any moment. Sitting on the stiff bench to his side, she held his hand, relieved to feel it had warmed up again. But that relief was short lived, entirely outweighed by the soul-crushing guilt on her shoulders. She wasn’t the only one to feel that way either. 

At her side stood Mohle, who hadn’t said a word since they’d arrived. Their mind was racing, filled with panic and guilt. In their heart, they felt like part of this had to be their fault. They hated how difficult it was to pick up on intricacies and social cues, cues that could have clued them in to how bad things were. They knew they couldn’t help it, it was just how their mind worked. But now more than ever they wished they could. Shane was depressed, that much they knew. He hadn’t exactly made that a secret since they’d moved back to town. But to think he would do something like this… they couldn’t have even dreamed of it. Perhaps they were still in shock from the previous night, perhaps their mind was still far too clouded. But everything, all of this, felt so inconceivable. They remembered back to when they were young, how happy he used to be. He never acted like this, not even in his darkest moments. The world had changed him beyond recognition, stole away their friend’s joy. To think that they may never see him like that again, it was impossible to wrap their mind around.

And Marnie… oh, Marnie felt like the most despicable woman on Earth. The conversation from the previous night continued to ring in her head. She had been quick to anger, defensive as ever, and lashed out in a way that was entirely inexcusable. To know that her words and actions made him feel like a burden, made him feel like he ruined her life, she just couldn’t forgive herself for it. She knew for a fact that if she hadn’t said those things last night she wouldn’t be sitting in this waiting room now. Her nephew wouldn’t be fighting for his life. 

But as much as they felt this soul crushing guilt, they were also victims of the situation. Everyone in that clinic was. There was no single person to blame, no individual situation to call back to. No one there was an enemy, nor a villain. Time and circumstance itself was the aggressor. A grand, complicated butterfly effect of tragedies had led up to this very moment, a wide collection of situations all compiling to this grand climax. No single person was to blame, but everyone was suffering the consequences. And that was the worst part.

Marnie finally broke the silence that weighed in the air, “I wish I had seen this coming… I should have known…” 

“It can be hard to catch,” Mohle mused sadly, “Sometimes things like this just hap-”

“I should have known!” Marnie repeated, much louder this time, a bitter venom in her voice, “I didn’t see it coming with Mona, and I didn’t see it again… How can I be so blind to this?”

No one had an answer, not even herself. She guessed that perhaps she just didn’t want to believe it could happen. No one ever wanted to think of something so awful happening to family. Why would they? But looking back on it, the signs were so obvious to her now. This past year had been a progressive breakdown of Shane’s entire spirit and being. She hardly recognized her nephew anymore at this point. She remembered the days where he’d smile so brightly that the sun was put to shame, the way he laughed and joked with friends, the adventures and escapades he would tell her grand stories of. She desperately wished for all of it. She wanted the person that he was back, more than anything. To see that glimmer in his eyes again, to see him love life and live it to the fullest… it was all she wanted for him.

The clacking of Harvey’s shoes on the tile floor grew louder, the ever-nervous doctor approaching with a heaping stack of papers and pamphlets in tow. He turned to look at the farmer standing by Marnie’s side, giving them an apologetic look, “Do you mind if I talk to Ms. Marnie in private for a moment?”

Mohle started to nod before Marnie cut them off, “They can stay, if they want,”

Harvey cleared his throat, trying once more to get the point across, “I really think it might be best if-”

“They can stay if they want,” Marnie repeated, her voice harsher. In truth she just didn’t want to be dealing with this alone. She was worn, entirely spent and exhausted. She needed a shoulder to cry on, someone to confide in during this time. Harvey seemed to catch the hint. He nodded and slowly sank into a chair across from Marnie, speaking in a quiet, sympathetic voice, “We had to pump his stomach, and he seems to be recovering well from hypothermia… Honestly, you’re lucky to have found him when you did. It’s a miracle that he even made it here,”

“I just need to know that he’s going to be okay…” Marnie muttered, her voice exhausted and broken. She could tell by the look on the doctor's face that the answer would be less than favorable. 

“Well… I’m not entirely sure yet. He’s not out of the woods yet, to put it simply.” he cleared his throat, gingerly grabbing a pamphlet from the stack in his hands, holding it out to Marnie, “But right now, I’m most worried about his mental health. Too much alcohol is awful for the body but this… It scares me, honestly. I know it scares you too,”

Marnie scanned over the pamphlet, finding it to be an advertisement for a well-rated psychiatrist back in the city, one who could help Shane with everything he needed. Harvey continued on, “Once he’s awake and aware, it might be a good idea to discuss treatment options with him. That doctor is a great colleague of mine, I’m sure I can put in a good word to get him an appointment,”

“Thank you…” Marnie muttered, not even having the energy or desire to continue talking. She looked back to Shane, feeling the pit in her stomach grow the longer she looked at him, “I don’t know what to do anymore. Hearing what he said at the cliffs, I just-” she closed her eyes, holding his hand just a bit tighter, “I don’t know where to go on from here,”

“... Life can be painful sometimes… But there’s always hope for a better future,” Harvey assured, “You’ve got to believe that,”

Oh how she wanted to. Who wouldn’t want to believe in a better, brighter future? But at that moment, Marnie couldn’t. She just didn’t see a bright future, not one anywhere close on the horizon. She prayed she was wrong. 

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He was dead…. Or at least dying. Or whatever the hell Jason had meant earlier.  Regardless, Shane couldn’t shake that thought and it sickened him. And the part that sickened him more was just how he felt about it. The rational part of his mind feared this outcome, screamed and begged for his life. But the other? The one that made him go to those cliffs in the first place? It was glad. This was his plan… wasn’t it? This was exactly what he wanted. But now that he had it, he didn’t know how to feel. He thought he’d feel more certain about this, that he’d have more peace. But he didn’t. It was agonizing, and oh how he hated it. 

“You know, I know it’s not the best circumstances but… I’m really happy to see you. It’s been hard only being able to watch everything going on… I wish we could be with you down there,” Jason smiled weakly, placing a hand on his shoulder. Shane just looked away from him, far too ashamed to even dare look him in the eye. Jason furrowed his brow and leaned in just a bit closer, “What’s wrong…? I thought you’d be at least a little happy to see us.”

“I am,” Shane admitted, “But how are you happy to see me?” 

“We love you, man, all of us do… Why wouldn’t we be happy to see you?”

“I think I’ve given you all enough reasons to hate me. I’ve been awful to Marnie, I’m a shitty friend, an even worse godfather, and everytime I try to get better I get worse!” Shane snapped, a deep resentment towards himself arising, “You’ve seen everything I’ve done and you don’t hate me? How?!”

The three of them just stared at him in silence, unsure how to respond. Shane just continued to ramble, unable to control his mouth, “I’ve managed to fuck up everything. You two trusted me with something so fuckin’ important and I’ve done nothin’ but mess up at every turn. I had no money, I got us evicted, I can’t stop drinkin’, and now all of this!” he threw up his hands for emphasis, “How do you not hate me?!”

Jason took a moment to find his words, his expression solemn and serious, entirely unlike him. Shane rarely saw this look even when Jason was alive, and he knew it meant he was speaking from the heart; honest, emotional, serious.

“I won’t lie. I was mad. Really mad.” Jason huffed, “Watching the way you just… gave up... Seeing how you changed like that, I could hardly recognize you… and I was pissed,”

Amelia and Mona reluctantly nodded in agreement. They had been angry at him too for all the same reasons after all. Shane looked down in shame, face flushed red in embarrassment. Jason had never spoken to him that way ever. The two had argued on occasion through the years they had been friends, and not once had Jason raised his voice like this. But he deserved to hear how angry he was, and he knew it. Jason’s voice grew just a bit louder, his tone progressively growing more frustrated.

 “Just-.... I wanted to just scream at you sometimes, Shane. Wanted to just shake you and ask what the fuck you were doing! I was mad, but-,” he sighed, closing his eyes, “I couldn’t stay that way… I couldn’t blame you,”

That he didn’t expect. Shane felt a little glimmer of reassurance in his heart, feeling just barely confident enough to look him in the eye, “What?”

“Well… I just thought about what I would’ve done in your shoes, honestly. If you and Ams died ‘n it was just me raising Jasmyne alone…. I probably would’ve done everything you did. I’m not afraid to admit that,” he shrugged solemnly, “And honestly? I don’t think you were that bad. You did a lot of really stupid shit, but…” he trailed off, tears beading at the corners of his eyes. 

“But the effort you put into raising her, the sacrifices you made, it was honorable,” Amelia continued, meeting the two of them, taking her husband’s hand, “You both went through hell and back, but we could see how much she smiled through it all, how much you tried to keep her happy… it’s no wonder you broke under all that pressure. Honestly it’s a surprise you didn’t break sooner,”

“I shouldn’t have, though,” Shane spat, feeling so incredibly disappointed in himself, “You trusted me to be a caretaker, to be able to handle all of these problems and handle them well. And I didn’t,”

“Well…” Mona spoke up again, thinking carefully, “You still have a chance to change… tomorrow can be different. The future is yours to decide, Shane,”

Shane couldn’t help but think what a joke that was. Sure, other people could change. Others could easily choose to improve themselves and follow it through. But not him. No matter how hard he tried, he just fell flat on his ass every single time, ending up worse than when he started. They had seen it with their own eyes time and time again. Why did they think he could be any different?

“I can’t…” he grumbled, “You’ve seen me try, you know how much I’ve fucked up. Why do you believe I can be any different?”

“Why not?” Mona asked. Shane tried to protest, but found himself unable to say anything. There was no excuse, nothing good enough to deny it. He resigned into himself, repeating the question in his head. Why not? Why couldn’t he do this? Shane supposed the answer was as simple as they came. He could do this. Just not on his own. That much was certain, now more than ever.

“As long as you’re alive, you have a chance to make things better. It’s going to take time, and so much effort, but you can do this,” she assured, trying to give him even a glimmer of confidence and self-belief, “But you can only do that if you decide to keep on living,”

“And you need to go back…” Amelia mused sadly, “You need to go home, Shane,”

“... Do I even deserve to?” he asked, looking at her with such conviction, scanning the expression on her face, “After everything, do I even deserve another chance back there?”

“Whether or not you think you deserve it… you need to,” Amelia confirmed, “If not for yourself… then do it for everyone else. Don’t your aunt and Jas deserve to see you alive and well? Your other friends?”

“Do they want to? Jas said she hates me,”

“She didn’t mean it-”

“I’m sure she did! Look at me, look at everything I’ve done!” he motioned to himself, “You’re the only people that don’t look at me the way everyone in that town does!”

“What are you talking about?” Jason asked, earning a bitter scoff from his friend, “They think I’m a lazy, drunk piece of shit. They won’t say it to my face, but I see those looks. They think I’m disgusting, Jason. And the worst part is that they’re right! Everytime I look in a mirror, that's all I see. And it makes me feel like a fuckin’ monster,”

“Struggling doesn’t make you a monster. Whether it’s with your health, addiction, whatever it is… it doesn’t define you,” Jason assured, his voice firm and passionate, “You’re one of the best people I know, Shane. You’re flawed, but that doesn’t make you a monster… it makes you human. There’s a future waiting for you, better than you could ever imagine. You just have to pursue it,”

“.... I will.” Shane reluctantly agreed. He hated feeling vulnerable and stupid like this. Everything they said should have been so obvious to him, but he couldn’t see it. He never did. But now, for the first time, he thought he did. No matter how desolate, how broken he felt, there was always tomorrow. There was always another chance to do better. And he would do better. For them, for his family, for his friends… but also for himself. They all deserved better, but so did he. He deserved happiness, good health, a good life. He wasn’t the monster he felt he was. His trauma and struggles didn’t define him, and he wouldn’t let them do so anymore. It was taking some time to get used to that thought, a bit of reluctance holding him back from fully realizing the worth of self-love. He already struggled to believe that others loved him without condition. But in the meantime, he would at least do this for everyone else. He would give them the Shane they deserved to see in their lives, no matter how difficult that would be.

“And hey… better not see you back here for a while, alright? Live a good life, a long one,” Jason mused, fighting back a sniffle. He hugged his friend tight, his embrace and body language betraying his words. He himself didn’t want to let him go. He wanted him to stay. As much as Shane missed him, Jason missed him even more. Shane was his best friend, his brother, and he longed for him to stay here… even though he knew he couldn’t.

Shane gave him a sarcastic smirk, “You just want to make fun of me for being an old man someday, don't you?”

“Hell yeah, I do,” Jason let out a little snort laugh, one Shane had missed dearly. His heart panged just at the sound of it again. That laugh, that smile… he hadn’t realized just how much he longed to have them back in his life. Jason just shook his head as he smiled, hugging him just a bit tighter, “You know me so well, man… Can’t wait for it,”

Shane couldn’t help but laugh as well, feeling a warm, safe feeling arise in him as Amelia and Mona joined in for the embrace. He didn’t want to let them go. He wished that they could come back alongside him, that all of this could be over, that they could go home and be a big family again. But they couldn’t, and they wouldn’t. When he woke up they would be gone again, and oh how it broke his heart. He let out a shuddery sigh, feeling his cheeks grow wet with tears, “I don’t wanna lose you again… I don’t wanna go,”

“You have to, though,” Jason whispered, “You got a whole life ahead of you, man…”

“I know…”

“You got a lot of people waiting for you back there too, they all need you… Especially Jas. She needs her dad, Shane,”

Shane pulled back and shook his head, stuttering over his next words, “No, Jay, I can’t-.... I can’t steal that from you, it’s not fai-”

“Shane.” Jason interjected loudly, shocking him into silence. He smiled weakly, feeling himself grow choked up, his throat clenching, “It’s okay… There’s no one else I’d want to take on that title… we made you her godfather for a reason,”

“Just make sure you tell her we love her, alright?” Amelia asked, “Make sure she knows that,”

“And be good for Marnie, will you?” Mona added.

“I will… I promise…” 

The four of them embraced for the last time, Shane finally content to resume his life, finding himself with a newfound confidence, a new charge to keep him afloat for at least a little longer. He would live a good life, he would have a wonderful legacy, a loving family. And then one day, when it was his time, he’d see them again. But he still didn’t feel ready to let go. He didn’t want to, not yet at least. There was just one last thing, one thing holding him back from being ready. The more he tried to ignore it, the stronger the feeling grew, and he couldn’t handle it anymore. 

“.... Wait-”

Shane opened his eyes once more, finding now that just he and Mona stood there, alone in that lonely ranch house. It was silent, the tv screen turned to snow, the record having stopped. He just looked at his mom, feeling his eyes turn glossy, hot tears stinging at the edges. Truly he tried his best to speak, but again the words just wouldn’t come out. There was just so much. Where would he even start? He’d lived an entire life without her there, after all. She could see him growing more and more distressed by the moment, feeling guilt begin to eat at her.

“I’m sorry, you know,” she started, “I know it was hard for both of you,”

“What happened to you?” Shane finally asked, “Mar-.. Aendi never told me. Just told me you were stressed and… was it me? She said it wasn’t, but I need to hear it from you…”

“Oh… oh no, of course not,” Mona assured, “It’s so much more complicated than that,”

“Then what happened?” Shane repeated. He breathed out harshly, closing his eyes tight in frustration, “I just have so many questions. What happened to you, who my dad is, I just-... there’s just so much I wanna know,”

“She didn’t tell you for a reason,” Mona’s tone was suddenly more solemn and regretful. She motioned for Shane to sit beside her, taking his hand gently, “These things… they’re difficult… It's always been difficult. Our entire family is just stuck in this damned vicious cycle. We’ve all given up our dreams for responsibility, we’ve all lost so much…” 

Mona couldn’t bear to look him in the eye, holding so much hurt in her heart. Lowering her gaze, she muttered brokenly, “And it hurts so much to see you do the same as me. To feel this desperate you just want to end things,”

She held his hand a bit tighter. Shane didn’t respond, but she could tell by the look on his face what was on his mind. Shock and sorrow was etched into every crevice of his expression. It made him feel a bit more at peace, in some twisted, awful way. To know he wasn’t the only one struggling with this in this family, it gave him just a bit of peace of mind. Part of him felt awful, selfish even, for feeling that way. But even still, finally knowing the truth, and knowing he could relate to that truth made him feel like less of a failure.

“I know what it’s like to feel like this. Life can be so isolating when you just watch everyone pass you by, smiles on their faces when you feel so fucking miserable,” Mona spat out, shocking Shane with the profanity, “Anger and resentment at them and life just builds up until you can’t handle it anymore. Doing the right thing and fulfilling your responsibilities can be one of the loneliest things in the world… especially when it comes at the expense of your dreams.”

“Did you ever regret it?”

“In life, I did,” Mona admitted, “But looking back on everything now… no. I don’t. I may have struggled, but there was some good that came out of it… Do you regret this?”

Shane thought back on the past few years. In the span of such a short amount of time he’d grown so much, learned so much. He learned how to be a father, learned how to accept some help. He was forced to grow and change, and though the growing pains were quite literally killing him, he knew in his heart that it would all be worth it. Something good would come out of all of this someday. When that day was he didn’t know, but it would come to be. And with that, he knew his answer. 

“I don’t,”

They sat in silence for a moment, mulling over their words. Shane noticed they sat the exact same way, hunched over in their seat, hands folded nervously and resting in their laps. He felt he finally understood what Marnie meant when she said he reminded her so much of his mother. The demeanor, body language,  their actions, that sailors mouth, he shared it all with her. And right now, if he didn’t choose to continue on, they’d share the same fate. With that thought, Shane could only imagine the turmoil Marnie was going through in the moment, and the guilt was eating him alive. He had to go back, he knew he needed to. But he also wanted to stay here. His friends, his mother, they were all here. The idea of the afterlife that gave him such peace was real, and it was in his grasp. But he had to lose part of his family to gain back another, no matter what he decided to do. He lost just as much as he won, and the decisions were becoming hard to weigh.

“You need to go now, Shane,” Mona stated, almost as if she could read the thoughts churning in his mind, “You’ve spent enough time here,”

He furrowed his brow, a frustrated expression on his face, “I finally get to see you all again and now I have to lose you again too… How is that fair? How am I supposed to just go back now?” he huffed, feeling himself grow overtly-emotional yet again, “How do I keep on living when some of the people I love most and all my dreams are gone?”

 “I don’t think I’m the best person to ask that… am I, Shane?” 

He opened his mouth to protest, but quickly found himself unable. He just shook his head in silence, letting the tenseness in the air overtake the conversation yet again. Mona sighed softly, “You’ll figure it out someday, I know you will… You’ve become such a resilient, strong young man. I can only thank your aunt for that. She did such a good job with you,”

“She did, didn’t she?” Shane let himself smile just a bit, finding Mona giving him the same one in return, “She never planned for this life, but she was such a good mother… better than I could have been, really. Can you tell her that for me?” 

“Of course, momma,”

Mona pulled him into another hug, holding him tight, “And stop givin’ her such a hard time, will you? I think we’ve both given her enough trouble to last a lifetime,”

“No promises,” Shane joked, earning an annoyed huff from his mother, “You better fix that attitude Shane Aaron Y-”

“I’m jokin’!” he assured, feeling his heart jump just a bit at being called his full name. That always meant trouble, after all. He held her a bit tighter, changing his tone to a serious one more fitting to the situation, “I’ll be good, honest,”

“That’s all I needed to hear…” Mona muttered, “I love you, Shane,”

“I love you too,” 

And then, just like that, Shane was on his own again. Everything around him faded away. The ranch, the music, and his family. It was an intensely bittersweet feeling. He knew he’d see them again someday, but he just missed them even more now. The right decision was made now, but that didn’t make this hurt any less. 

The next time he opened his eyes, he was no longer at some odd version of his home. In fact, he didn’t really recognize any of his surroundings, actually. His vision was still blurred, slowly going into focus as he awoke. Everything was sterile and white, save for the blue privacy curtains hanging from the ceiling. An overhead light buzzed obnoxiously, annoying him into full consciousness. The clinic, that’s all this could be. 

There was a dull pain pulsing through his entire body, the peak of it centered around his throat. It burned with a fiery intensity, each breath drawing in a tight, dry pain that made him flinch. He could barely remember what had happened that landed him here. The last clear thing in his mind was the argument back at home, but after that? It was all bits and pieces, really. But based on what he could remember, maybe that was a good thing.

He looked to his side, finding the nightstand next to his bed absolutely overflowing. Decorated sympathy cards from people around town, flower arrangements, little trinkets and the like all covered it. He was surprised, to say the least. How many people had visited him? Did that many people here really care that much? And how long had he been out? Peering past one of the larger arrangements he saw Marnie sitting there, perched in an uncomfortable hospital chair, completely unaware that he had awoken.

She looked absolutely miserable. Marnie was still dressed in her clothes from the night of the fair, that dark purple dress and warm shawl. Her hair had fallen out of its signature braid, resting on her shoulders in an unkempt manner. Dark circles hung below glossy eyes, a lack of sleep obvious on her face. In one hand she held the Book of Yoba, silently reading over a passage as she sat. With the other she gently held his hand, doing her best to be careful of the iv stuck inside it. She had refused to leave the clinic for even a minute since he’d been brought in, resigning herself to that chair for what felt like forever, intent to not leave that room

Shane desperately wanted to call out to her, but found his throat swollen and pained. He could barely make a noise, even the hoarsest whisper. All he could do was lightly squeeze her hand, a limp and weak gesture. But it was enough to grab her attention. Marnie jumped, letting the book fall to the floor as she turned her attention to him. She was stuck between showing how overjoyed she was and trying to give him the quiet he needed. It was overwhelming, and all she could manage to do was cry, holding onto him tightly.

“Yoba, it’s been days, I’ve been so worried! Are you comfortable, do you need anything?” She was practically speaking a mile a minute, a frantic tone to her voice, “Anything, anything you need!”

“I’m-” Shane’s voice crackled, hoarse from non-use, “I’m so sorry…” 

Marnie’s face softened, her eyes filled with so many emotions. Regret, relief, and empathy to name only a few. It was impossible to explain exactly how she was feeling at the moment. The only thing that was sure was the overwhelming relief she felt seeing him awake after so long. She gave him a weak smile, hugging just a bit tighter, “I’m sorry too,”

There, in that moment, none of what had happened mattered anymore. Both of them understood that far too much time had been focused on the past, agonizing over what had been rather than what could be. The anger and frustration that had built over the past two years began to crumble away. There was much work to be done for a bright future. It would take time to repair this family and move on. But all of this had been a sign, a wake up call. With their sincere apologies the first steps in moving forward had been taken, and the future looked just a bit brighter.

[sirwow]

Hello once again RD tumblr. I recently went on an extreme discord ramble about Cocole in my au and its so long i feel it be a waste not to put it here! usual me warning of yeah its reallly long under the cut. anyways have fuuun

(PS im not editing this from the discord messages cus im eepy so might be a bit messy!)

So to start before rhythm doctor even starts some background on CC Cole and Nicole. Cole first:

Cole was a single child that grew up a VERY privileged life style. Rich neighborhood and spoiled rotten at the expectation that he would be like his parents. (be a CEO or high ranking individual like his dad n have a stay at home wife like his mother) Cole however ended up with a music obsession ever since he was 12 and started playing the piano. At first his parents encouraged this, giving him lessons and everything but when they realized music was the only thing he did care about, they were more hesitant on supporting him n tried moving him on a different path. This does work well on a rebellious spoiled teen so Cole just ended up becoming more obsessed out of spite. Spending all of his allowance on his electric guitar, synth and microphone. Cole was still being a freeloader off of his parents money by 22, never having actually gotten a job and just barely finishing highschool. His parents kicked him out when he refused to get a job n this lead him eventually to Middlesea after many long train rides across the countryside. Got admitted to the hospital basically as soon as he got to Middlesea due to a lack of sleep and an extreme amount of caffeine drinking. Doesn’t mind too much because it gives him company and he wanted to stay in Middlesea anyways since it was told to him by a chance encounter with miner that it was the capital of music.

Now Nicole:

Much less privileged growing up in comparison to Cole. Moved to Middlesea when she was just 1 from Norway since her dad got a job offer. Unfortunately said offer fell through and now they were stuck in North America just trying to make do. Nicole grew up with all brothers- 1 older, 2 younger. Picked up the guitar after begging for a full year for her parents to get her one for her 14th birthday. (which they did) Nicole grew up with dreams of grandeur- being a famous enough player to help her family and be know more then the awkward lanky gameboy girl in class. Her dreams of that were half crushed though when she entered a high school talent show that she was planning on playing at but when she was actually on stage she completely froze up and had a panic attack. Got bullied pretty relentlessly for it and the nail in the coffin was seeing how poor her family was in comparison to others and how she was just putting more stress on it trying to be a musician. Gave up on music at 20, moved out into a small apartment, got her barista job, and started getting check ups by 22 due to her sudden smoking habit from stress. Met Cole when he stumbled into the Cafe the same morning he was admitted n they started up their daily routine of chatting with each other

SO! Everything is basically identical to what happens in game till after act 5. When Lucia proposes the idea of a talent show, Cole reeaaally wants to get Nicole to play with him and Samurai. Nicole is pushing him off due to her past trauma of the last talent show she tried to preform at. Using the excuses that she got rid of her guitar and she can’t even play anymore anyways. Meanwhile only a few weeks before this, Nicole had started teaching Logan how to play the guitar to confess his love to Hailey with music. Nicole had been spending the whole day dealing with Cole coming in every 30 minutes to try and convince her but Nicole repeatedly shut him down. Cole was making a final plea to her at the end of her shift n just as she was gonna tell him one last time she didn’t have a guitar anymore- Hailey and Logan suddenly barged in. Turns out Logan had confessed to Hailey not more then 10 minutes ago and when she found out who taught him how to play guitar, Hailey wanted to return the relationship favor to Nicole. Handing her back the guitar right infront of Cole n thanking her for teaching Logan before running off dragging a very apologetic Logan behind her. Cole and Nicole were silent as she held her guitar before Cole asked if she could now that she had her guitar. Nicole put it away and told him to get out so she can close shop. Cole tried staying but got pushed out and locked out by a very flustered Nicole

Nicole was. Kinda mixed in her feelings. Angry that even happened, guilty that she was called out for her lie and wondering if she should take Cole’s offer. She was still thinking it through for the next 2 days n her completely ignoring Cole asking about it was enough to make him give up n just start planning with Samurai. Samurai came into the cafe when Cole admitted defeat to him n very roughly questioned Nicole if she still enjoyed music or not. When she said she did and had actually been playing more before this because of Cole, Samurai told her she should show him that. Nicole didn’t really respond but that night while Cole and Samurai were song writing- Nicole showed up with her guitar after work, ready to join them. Cole jumped up to quickly hug her excited before catching her up on what they were doing. She never had her heart jump so suddenly

So the trio started practicing for the talent show, writing a song together and practicing together. As the day of the show started approaching, Nicole’s nerves started getting the better of her and smoked more as a result. Smoking more made her SVT worse so now during practice she was even more fidgety and nervous then before. Cole eventually took notice when she kept getting pissed at missing her cords n turned a practice night into a gaming night with the three of them to calm her nerves. Over games, Nicole admitted to Cole and Samurai why she was so damn nervous about this and how stupid her first attempt at a talent show went. Cole offered to shove her if she froze up n though she laughed and pushed him calling him a dick, Cole meant it in a caring sense. They would be by her side in this dumb idea so if she felt embarrassed she could blame them for it. Nicole still laughed at the idea but felt some calmness in the idea. Regardless- the day of the show was there and Nicole still had a shift to finish so they were going last. It was a quiet day in the Cafe n so her thoughts were racing while watching the clock occasionally. She began drifting off into nervousness again by the end of her shift and only snapped out of it when an exhausted Lucia broke into the cafe sweating and huffing. She was surprised to still see Nicole there as she pointed to the clock showing it was only about 5 minutes before she played. Nicole FREAKED out n asked Lucia if she could close for her in a panic n as soon as Lucia said yes, Nicole handed her the keys and apron thanking her, before dashing down to the parking lot the show was being held at. When Nicole got there, she froze before the backstage seeing how many people where there to watch but quickly ran again when she saw Cole and Samurai signaling her over. Cole reassured her one last time it be okay before they went up there n to just keep her eyes on him. No other time was left for anything else to be said but Nicole gave a nod

Cole Nicole and Samurai all went up to the stage but right before they were going to play, got cut off by Richard waltzing in trying to use this massive crowd as a publicity stunt. Some shenanigans later and Insomniac running at Richard with his sword to scare him off, the three got to play their hearts out. Nicole and Cole sing together. N as she kept her eyes on Cole as he suggested, she realized he was looking right back at her just as they did in practice when it was just the two of them. Playing like no one was watching. The trio finished and ended up winning 1st place in the show with much cheering. Everyone afterwards headed back to the cafe for an after party n Nicole got to properly close up n got Lucia comfortable with a blanket. Cole sat back with Nicole behind the bar counter as the little party chatted about. Suddenly through a light whisper, Cole thanked her. Nicole was confused but Cole just showed her his still shaking hand. He was just as if not more scared of going up there but her looking at him gave him the strength to push on. Nicole didn’t say much in response but ruffled his hair calling him a doofus.

Now then it’s only gonna get rough from here!

Cole and Nicole return to their usual routine and banter after the talent show but something seems very off with Cole one day. He came in for the usual morning chat but in the afternoon he was far more nervous n off and tried to ask for some caffeine. Nicole declined of course, asking if he wanted to get himself back into an addiction n he obviously agreed he didn’t but seemed to be unsure of his own answer. Nicole did her best to try and burry the thought thinking Cole was just having an off day but then the same thing repeated the next 3 days. Him getting more and more pushy about getting some caffeine and Nicole getting progressively more frustrated with him. Nicole was planning on confronting him completely on the 4th day but he didn’t even show up that day at the Cafe. Nicole wondered if he was just going to a different Cafe to get caffeine but was much more shocked with the actual answer. Cole’s parents walked into the cafe that evening n spoke to Nicole if she had seen Cole. They told her that they had found out he was admitted here only a few days ago from a recording of the talent show n were coming to her after seeing her with him in the show. Nicole found out she hadn’t seen him today because he was hiding from his parents and refusing to see them even after they paid off all of his medical bills for his discharge. Nicole was flabbergasted by this. 1. That he was refusing to see what seemed like wonderful parents if they were just willing to pay off that debt and 2. This is how she found out he was attempting to get caffeine to avoid his discharge. Nicole couldn’t help his parents anymore and they had to get home for work so the conversation fell off quickly. Nicole however was PISSED

Cole meanwhile all this had locked himself up in his hospital room, petting Loafy to destress from the situation. He refused to be dragged back home by his parents and lose all the genuine friends he had gotten there. Besides he was so close to realizing his music dreams n giving in now would be ridiculous. Those friends he had made though were all now trying to talk to him since all of them had met n talked to his parents before they left n believed he was just being crazy and rash again. He didn’t let any of them inside either.

Night came n Nicole got off work. As soon as everything was closed up, she made a beeline for Cole’s room. Cole didn’t wanna let her in at first but didn’t miss a beat to when he realized that it was Nicole n gladly let her inside before locking it again. Cole immediately acted like everything was normal and fine to avoid the inevitable conversation but that just sent Nicole off. She called him for what he did to his parents n how she would of done anything to have something like that just covered instantly. Cole’s demeanor changed again into defensive annoyance with her. Cole still hasn’t told anyone his past at this point and he sure wasn’t now. Just called his parents out for trying to control what he was doing with his life and didn’t care what they tried, he wasn’t going back to them. This hit Nicole right in the heart with rage- she had given up her dreams to help her struggling family who never could help her much but he was just willing to throw that all away out of spite of not wanting to work. She knew he didn’t have a job n was broke but this was insane behavior. Nicole exploded at Cole, yelling that he was one hell of a selfish freeloader if he was willing to hurt himself just to get what he wanted. Cole backed off out of surprise but bit back yelling that she had no idea what he went through. They continued yelling at eachother for a minute-loafy hiding under the couch and a few other patients passing in the hall listening in

Cole snapped suddenly when Nicole refused to hear him out, telling her that at least he wasn’t a pathetic miserable minimal wage worker who gave up on his dreams because of other people dragging him down. Nicole stood still staring agasp at what he said and processing it. Cole seeing her expression immediately tried to back track his words but Nicole just told him to fuck off while stifling tears n left for the hospital balcony to cry and smoke. Nicole stayed up there for almost a full hour comprehending everything that just went down untill she got a grip on herself n lost her anger and just wanted answers from Cole. He might be an idiot but she knows he had to have some reasons. He always did.

Nicole headed down from the balcony after another 20 minutes of thinking through her words and finishing her second cigarette but found the janitor cleaning Cole’s room instead of Cole. Nicole, confused, asked where Cole had gone if he was cleaning out his room and Janitor told her Cole had taken his discharge early immediately after their fight. The one thing Janitor could point to where Cole had gone was seeing him searching up train times as he was packing. Nicole looked at the clock. 20 minutes till 11 pm. Nicole wordlessly walked out of the room and looked down the hallway. She broke into a sprint.

Cole’s feet dragged across the ground to the major train station platform. Hood up and hat spun back forwards, he was going through his contacts and deleting all of the ones he had. He hesitated with Nicole’s contact but ultimately ended up deleting it when he started getting notifications from her. Just shut himself down and pulled out his ear buds being sick of music. Wondering if his parent were right for a moment before shoving down the thought and just focusing on the train signs to look up what town he’d end up at next. He looked down the open track and spotted the lights of a train only a few minutes off so gathered his things in preparation to leave. A loud thumping and trip against stone caught his attention from the tracks though and saw Nicole standing there at the end of the stairs.

Nicole was horribly winded but regained her strength as she stumbled over to Cole and pulling him into a hug before he could say a word. Cole stumbled over trying to apologize to Nicole while she held him but Nicole just told him to shut it before falling into a ramble. She confessed everything openly to Cole, how he had gotten her into music again, how she had honesty been smoking less because of him, how brighter her days were with him around, ect. She told him she wasn’t angry anymore but was instead begging for him to stay- not just for her but for himself too. She was scared what might happen to him alone out there- and openly admitted her love for him and everything about him even if it was a mess sometimes. The train to leave rushed by while Nicole still held onto him and it left him to make the next decision.

Cole struggled to muster his words through tears but clutched Nicole back, swearing to her he’d stay. Telling her that he loved her too in much more plain words as his tears choked him out. They kept holding onto each other crying till the train was gone and they separated from their griphold. Nicole took Cole back to her apartment and both collapsed. They were too tired to talk that night and Nicole had another shift that morning so they agreed to talk about this the next night before Cole crashed on the couch and Nicole crashed in her bed.

SO! Cole stays at the apartment for the day while Nicole goes to work for the morning. Nicole wasn’t expecting much that day but it turns out most everyone Cole was close to have been thrown into a panic since they can’t get in contact with them and didn’t say goodbye to anyone. Hailey and Samurai especially aren’t doing so well after Cole disappeared. Nicole finds all this out through a distressed Samurai getting a caffeine drink with a shot or two in it. Nicole tells him that Cole is alright and at her apartment so Samurai immediately goes to tell everyone else. Hailey is pissed as hell that Cole was willing to scare them that badly n shows up to the cafe to tell Nicole that. Samurai is just sad, worrying that Cole didn’t actually care about him that much. Nicole swore that she’d bring Cole back tomorrow to sort things through n left after her shift with more questions for Cole.

Once Nicole does get home, she finds Cole actually cleaned the entire apartment while she was gone n was just sitting at the dinning table waiting for her and doom scrolling socials. He stopped as soon as Nicole came in n once she got herself comfortable they basically immediately started having the talk they said they would. Nicole demanded some fuckin context for all his actions at this point and Cole relented. Told Nicole how he didn’t want to be near his parents since all they wanted from him was to drop his dreams of being a musician and instead get a big business job like his dad. Nicole could understand that but then asked why he removed all the contacts of his friends because they were all distraught because of it n Cole just kinda sat back processing that. Cole admitted quietly he didn’t think he’d be missed that much before going quiet again thinking. Nicole stared at him with sympathy but sighed that was a can of worms they needed to sort another time- but for now there was something more pressing.

Nicole told Cole pretty plainly that if he was gonna live with her, he had to start paying rent too and that meant getting a job. Cole was still adverse to the idea, mumbling that he thought music was a job but Nicole pretty bluntly asked how much he was making. Cole said 30$ a month. Nicole stared at him unimpressed. Cole conceded and agreed he needed a job but frankly had no idea where to start. Didn’t exactly have connections or a great resume to use n him getting along with someone is a 50/50 coin flip of them getting along or them hating him. Nicole agreed that it was rough n buried her head in her hands in thought trying to come up with something. Both sat silently thinking till Cole sprung back forward from the wooden chair almost falling over with him in it. Cole warned it might be insane but maybe he could start working at the cafe too? Nicole could use another hand, he was already used to the layout of everything and it be alot easier for him to get in. Nicole called him crazy but when taking a moment to think about it she agreed it was kinda the best bet they had. A few calls later- Nicole was able to convince her mostly absentee manager to interview Cole in a few days much to his excitement and extreme anxiety of getting an actual job.

Nicole ruffled his hair assuring he’d probably be fine there n to worry about it when it’s actually time to. Cole agreed and both were suddenly left wondering what to actually do for the rest of the night. They still never properly had really thought of themselves in a relationship yet but the thought was now pressing on them. Nicole just excused herself to make them dinner and just told Cole to turn something on the TV. She eventually joined him on the couch n one attempted cuddle later, things felt a lot more natural now that they were past the overwhelming fluster of knowing they were in a relationship. They ended up passing out in bed together cuddling

Now then- next day Nicole dragged Cole’s ass back to the hospital to apologize to everyone. Hailey smacked him with a nearby magazine before hugging him, telling him with a bit of a shakey voice to never do that again. Cole swore not to and hugged back. Samurai on the other hand was more nervous to talk to Cole then Cole was to him. He was scared Cole didn’t actually enjoy his company but Cole spent the next 30 minutes swearing that no, he did really care and promising to play drums and base with him again to reassure him. Also got hugged by Samurai but Samurai wasn’t really paying attention to his strength and nearly crushed the boy. The rest was pretty much the same, angry at Cole in the moment but happy to have him back. Things move relatively quickly and in the background after this point for them- Cole got the job and learning how to work hyjinxs insue but things in the story for them settle for a little while after this.

The two mostly play a supporting role for the next month or so. Nicole also dropped smoking when they started dating. Cole understanding the plights of Ada Ian Nicole and Janitor now that he works himself and it acts as a major ego check for his usual antics. Cleans up after himself, thanking and uplifting Ian n Ada when he gets the chance (especially to Ada after feeling guilty for literally throwing hands in 2-2 when she was just helping) n having a general more respectful attitude to everyone. Only playing with samurai on free days and never at night, n being less of a genuine shithead. He’s got a good heart just not the greatest lessons learned from being spoiled rotten by entitled parents.

Nicole during this whole break though ended up in contact with Cole’s mom behind his back. She reached out to try and check in on Cole more but slowly got more and more info out of Nicole about his life- including them being in a relationship. Nicole was still kinda hesitant of believing Cole’s words completely after how much he lied before and his mother really did seem to just want the best for him so she continued contact. Eventually his mother asked Nicole if she could bring Cole back home just for the holidays to talk to him. Nicole was incredibly hesitant trying to figure out what to do about it. She eventually decided through her own values that it would be a good idea for Cole to make amends with his family. Nicole agreed to it before telling Cole n well. Cole was angry to say the least. He told Nicole that his parents were nothing but bad news but she defended herself that she spoke to his mother for a month and she saw no red flags in the slightest. Cole was even more elated at that admission but Nicole begged him to please just give them one more chance. Cole’s new mellowing out lead him to agree with Nicole just to keep the peace in their relationship as much as he hated it and quietly hoped maybe she was right.

So! Cole and Nicole get their holiday break n head out on the long train ride to his hometown. Cole was brooding most the ride but Nicole kept holding onto his hand as reassurance. After the 6 hour ride there they arrived and Nicole was a bit shocked. It was fancier then anything she had ever even seen let alone stepped foot in. Not exactly a neighborhood for a minimum wage worker to belong. Regardless they were able to be taxied to the house after Cole gave his Id for passage into the gated neighborhood and arrived at the house. A grand moderately sized home kitted out with everything you could imagine, Cole’s mother, Holly, came outside first to greet them. Cole accepted her hug hesitantly n Holly went ahead and hugged Nicole too making her just as awkward feeling. Shortly after Holly was his dad, Cresso (are these both coffee puns? Yes). Cole just backed up without interacting outside of a strained hi but Nicole shook his hand when Cresso offered it. Both were welcomed inside and told to just go ahead and make themselves comfortable for the night since it was pretty late. Cresso didn’t say anything exact but lead Nicole to the guest room while telling Cole he could stay in his own room for the night. Nicole didn’t wanna piss off his parents so just relented to sleep in the guest room without Cole even when Cole tried to push it. Cresso seemed satisfied with Nicole shutting down Cole’s rebelling n though that left a pit in Nicole’s chest she just blamed it on train exhaustion n went ahead to clonk out without another word.

Now I’ll be frank im still rewriting the details here but the important stuff: -Nicole obviously finds out how privileged Cole was -Cole when he gets the chance to speak to Nicole alone tells her he hates it here- not the comfort of money, but the social sense. He’d rather live on the streets then be stuck here -dinner the next day. Ohboy dinner the next day. Over dinner there’s essentially a blow up when they find out Cole is still doing music and Nicole is too along with encouraging him. It starts light but eventually devolves into Cresso calling Nicole a lowlife service worker n that Cole could do better then this. Holly tried to damage control but it was too far now and Nicole n Cole packed their things to leave immediately.

The late night train ride was tense to say the least. Nicole tried to apologize to Cole after a long silence but he just told her he didn’t want to do this right now but he was angry. Cole just cuddled up to Nicole’s side and fell asleep for the rest of the ride. Guilt ate her up on the way back n handled Holly texting her after the whole thing. Basically telling her off, Holly understanding n agreeing to not speak again. Nicole stayed up the whole ride just watching the stars and snow n they still didn’t talk once they got back home at 4 am other then Cole choosing to sleep on the couch that night. Nicole wanted to give him the bed but chose not to stress him more with a pointless argument.

Things do not go swell once they’re back. Cole and Nicole aren’t talking n everyone can tell so eventually someone (Ada) asks Cole what’s up n he vents the whole situation out bluntly. Ada asks Nicole if this is seriously what happened n Nicole didn’t even try to defend herself anymore n said yes. Ada was shocked and appalled what Nicole did all because she didn’t believe Cole. Ada told Ian, Ian told Cinny- and eventually the whole story got spread around the whole hospital. No one was happy with Nicole and frankly all became hesitant to confide in Nicole after that leading to silent shifts and nothing to break up the monotony of it all. The added social stress brought Nicole to start smoking again. Cole stopped being as cold with Nicole just wanting to move past now but the damage had been done to her by herself. Nicole wasn’t okay with just being forgiven quietly like this or forgiven at all.

A week into this when Cole finally said it outloud that he forgave her and just wanted to move on, Nicole refused it. Cole tried to get through to her more forcefully with yelling but Nicole just ended up misinterpreting it as her fucking up again- the combination of meltdown and smoking sent her into a really bad SVT attack making her faint. Cole rushed her to MSH for care and stayed by her side till she had to be taken back for urgent care. Nicole woke up the next day sore and breathless n a note left by her bedside. Cole was taking over her shifts alone but wanted her to know it was okay and to please just rest for his sake. Nicole didn’t have much choice in the matter anyways being bed bound but took his word to heart. Cole visited every break he got from the rush n though he looked exhausted n a mess he still told her it was okay. Nicole while he was gone started writing a song for him as some sort of apology. However when she did play it for him a week later n got to the line that she didn’t deserve him, Cole shushed her up.

Cole was already a bit teary from her being so thoughtful to write a song for him but told Nicole he was the one who didn’t deserve her. They went back and forth with sad laughs that they didn’t deserve each other but Cole eventually stopped it n made Nicole a deal. If he stopped saying it then she had to stop saying it too. Nicole thought he was still joking but when he wasn’t she gave an exhausted sigh n smiled before agreeing. Cole thanked her n hugged her tightly. Nicole joked that she’s glad he didn’t hear the rest of the song cause she wants to rewrite it to be perfect for him. Cole didn’t quite care if it was perfect but as long as it was her it was alright. Nicole called him a goof for that one n he just giggled saying he was being honest. They ended up cuddling n passing out again even if it fucked up Coles sleep schedule

After this mess part 3, they get back to their normal groove again n do their usual routine n chilling in the bg. Unfortunately this peace after the winter holidays would move into a blooming disaster in the start spring. The two were off work but over at the hospital after doing their morning baseball workout with everyone else. Cole n Nicole were just hanging out with loafy n after throwing a bone for him outside n watching him struggling to find it in a bone, the lights suddenly shut off, old metal gates shut on the outside door n emergency lights were the only thing lighting up the halls. Nicole and Cole ran down to the main hall hearing something going on n joining a group of other patients they saw CT dropping Edega and turning to them. Lucky yelled at them all to run so they followed without another word. Once they were able to get a safe distance away they all listened in on Logan’s phone to Ian explaining the situation. Frankly Nicole n Cole didn’t understand half of it other then they were all in danger and to protect Hailey n Logan the most. The call cut off as the phone’s screen shut off from Connectifia before Ian could help them get out. Lucky took command of the situation n told Cole and Nicole to get Logan and Hailey as far away from CT as possible. They didn’t hesitate, nodded, and took the kids by the hand to get away from this horrible situation.

Nicole and Cole course couldn’t go as far as they wish they could but honestly they were trying to not freak out from the distance screaming n keep Hailey and Logan calm. While Cole was trying to calm Hailey from a meltdown, CT began stomping towards them n they all froze. Cole watched CT with baited breath before telling Nicole to hide them without turning around. Nicole barely got out a whispered “what?” Before Cole asked her if she trusted him. Nicole looked at him, still turned, and back up at the slowly approaching CT and said yes. Cole told her to go then and started running down the hallway to distract CT. Nicole hesitated to go and stop him but turned away n ran to take Hailey n Logan somewhere safe much to their chagrin. Cole grabbed a left behind baseball bat and though he was no hitter, just used it get get CT’s focus on him before dodging for his life. He couldn’t run forever though in a place like this and inevitably got trapped in a room and tripped over equipment before CT got a grip on his chest and sent him straight into a paralyzing SVT attack with its electrocution. Cole was left on the floor of that room once CT left to find the last 3.

Nicole knew that scream. But it was twisted and mutilated from the fun moments she had heard it before. Logan n Hailey were clutching to her hand still but knowing what was coming, Nicole took both of them and put them inside a empty cabinet to hide before running out herself. What more did she have to lose anyways? She followed the same steps as Cole with CT to get them away but her running into a room was stopped by all the fallen over equipment making her hesitant to go in. The moment of hesitation gave CT enough time to pin Nicole against the wall by her back and zapped her without a second to react.

Nicole sat delirious, the repeating blaring of the alarm slowly deafening in her mind and was slipping away till she moved in the slightest and all the pain hit her again. A voice cut through the monotony of it all. Cole had crawled out on his hands from the room he got trapped in and was using what little voice he had left to call out to Nicole. They couldn’t see each other much at all in the darkness and slipping conciseness but kept each other company with their presence. Talking hurt too much so they just sat listening to each other’s quivering breath till they passed out entirely.

If utter darkness was the one thing Cole had seen before the soft florescent light he woke up to might as well of been a flashbang. It was definitely still MSH but everything seemed tidyer then when just Ian and Ada handled things. Cole sat up slowly feeling his breath still burning but looking around realized Nicole was right by him with her eyes still closed and laying on her chest. It took a bit of willpower to do but enough bugging her sleep by saying her name managed to wake up Nicole as well. Neither could really do anything once they were awake but seeing each other still there was enough reassurance.

They recovered relatively well after the incident other then being self conscious about their new scars but uplifting each other about them. Talked the most to the 3 kids when they couldn’t sleep n just wanted to make sure everyone was okay and were the first ones to start walking around on their own again. Mostly stuck together when they were recovering after that whole ordeal. Generally avoiding talking about all the heavy implications and thoughts that traumatic event caused n seemingly getting through it the easiest. (when in reality they’re keeping all that fear in the back pocket for later when it’s gotten worse )

and well. Honestly that’s kinda where they end off for the main plot of CC before they start going on their own life story together.

If you managed to read this far, thank <3 i hope you enjoyed the straights simplifed

[scenearcee]

I feel like tumblr would appreciate the nightmare that got me to go viral. once. on tik tok

so basically a couple months ago, I was having a wee bit of a rough time, and I was loopy as hell. as I tend to be when I have rough times. it was yet another tech week in my span of constant tech weeks, I was having drastic thoughts I couldn’t really make out, and it was generally awful.

so I went to bed one night, not expecting the horrors that awaited me.

I open my eyes and I find myself in this like, endless sewer system. there’s drops of water and the occasional little animal or bug, and those are the only noises. so what’s the smart thing to do? I’m lucid, so let’s walk around, try to find an exit. I did not find an exit.

I was starting to hear like laughing and stuff and it kinda freaked me out but I shrugged it off. and then it happened.

I heard the words “goo goobie” come out of jerma’s mouth and- honestly I do not know why I was so scared in the moment- I just froze and turned around. all air flow in my body stopped and I couldn’t move at all and I’m just sitting here watching jerma repeat the words “goo goobie” for 10 ENTIRE FUCKING MINUTES

so then I woke up and I was grateful to be alive, and now jerma is my number one enemy

[ravenbirdyyz]

lava lamp

paring: oblivious!gerard way x drug addict!user

summary: surroundings are bright and colourful your insides feel like jello, more a lava lamp to be exact, will gerard realise and help?

warnings: drug use, self harm, angst, needles, getting high, smoking, weed, bad Spelling, use of y/n, mention of puke.

A/N: hai!!! this is my first post on tumblr. minors dni!! this includes heavy angst and drug use everyone experiences stuff differently! I have never done drugs so it isn't perfect. I am writing my about me as you read this x_x . you: purple. gerard: red. other: green.

Gerard had gone out with frank a few minutes ago giving you the chance to get high before he came back home.

as soon as you heard his car pull out of the driveway you perked up from your spot on the couch and ran to yours room.

scavenging through your drawers to find your stash, you found the ziplock bag and pulled it out. you had what looked like about 4 ounces of weed left. you grabbed it and put it all in your grinder deciding you would get more later.

grabbing the paper as you finished grinding your leftover stash and rolling it into a cigarette. you walked into the bathroom ang locked the door and opening the windows, you grabbed a lighter and lit the cigarette before taking a drag. the smoke filling your lungs before you blew it out and coughed.

immediately feeling relaxed after your second drag. as you put it out you let the smoke go outside the windows before leaving the bathroom and walking to your backyard, giggling at the birds eating the seeds you left out earlier.

you felt hungry. so you went to go get food. what tho? a sandwich, bag of chips? oh I know! leftover pasta from yesterday. you only had to reheat it. you grabbed it from the fridge and put it in the microwave for 8 minutes. accidentally pressing the 1. 18 minutes you didn't realise and went to sit down and watch TV.

it had been a while and you smelt something burning and saw smoke coming from the microwave. you got up and opened the microwave door. it was burnt.

you groaned and immediately felt upset. deciding to just eat a bag of chips. you sat in your room after eating them. you felt exhausted and passed out on the bed. waking up after who knows how long.

finding gerard still wasn't home you felt even more upset. "is he cheating on me?" "he said he would be home soon!" "am i good enough for him" before you knew it. you found yourself standing in front of the mirror insulting yourself.

. . .

you broke down as you stared at yourself. blade in hand. your arms bleeding. filled with cuts. trying to stop the bleeding but you just made the cuts deeper. you dropped the blade. you fell to the floor. ravaging through under the bathroom sink for your needle. you know you washed it the last time you used it.

you had the needle in your arm. injecting the heroine into your bloodstream. you felt nauseous. you laid down and stared at th3 ceiling. everything was colourful and bright. you barely heard the front door opening and gerard calling your name.

"y/n! are you asleep?-"

he froze at the bedroom door as he saw you laying next to a needle. fresh cuts on your arm with dried blood. staring at the ceiling. he walked over to you and sat you up. you finally realised him and felt shocked

"you told me you stopped.."

"I'm sorry."

"I- I'm. I'm staying with frank..while you sort yourself.. out"

"gerard- wait-"

you heard the front door open and close and his car drive off. you grabbed your phone and called your dealer.

"I need alot more. at least 30 ounces."

"that's enough to last you a week? and it's going to cost alot."

"I need it. how much is it."

"550."

"shit..alright"

. . .

who knows how long it's been, since you downed nearly 2 bottles of alcohol. injected yourself with the heroine. you laid on your floor. getting lost in yourself.

it was all too much, the white powder left on your bench for who knows how long. the spoon, lighter, the needle laying somewhere in your house. the headaches the next morning, the alcohol bottles left broken, or empty around yours and gerards your apartment.

you had to face it. he left. because of you. your addiction. you knew he wasn't coming back anytime soon. or was he?

you barely heard the front door open and gerard appear from the hallway. he stared at you in shock. you didn't know what was happening, you couldn't see, your breathing was erratic.

the last thing you heard was your name being screamed.

Gerards pov.

i finally had left franks house to go check on y/n it had only been maybe 3 days since I left for them to figure themselves out. bad decision gerard.

as I pulled into the driveway and got out, locking the car, grabbing my key. damn key never worked. I jabbed it into the door and pushed it open.

silence. dead silence

I walked down the hall too the kitchen, seeing a mess on the bench then a mess on the floor. . . then a pale looking y/n. oh.

the mess, the needles, the powder on the tip of their nose, the gross smell of vomit lingered. before my eyes fell to your face.

Oh. My. Fucking. God

their face. it was so pale. cheeks sucked in. hair was a mess. a puddle of drool beneath them. oh God. the foam. it was a unsettling sight. greenish gray foam falling out of their mouth.

"what the fuck happened here?"

I couldn't stare any longer. I knew they were in pain. I grabbed my phone and dialed 000/911.

"oh God it's horrible. please hurry"

I left my phone on the bench, I rushed to y/ns side. so unsettling, but I couldn't handle staring at my partner. who looked half fucking zombie I should've never left them alone.

it had been a few minutes before the sirens came into ear distance, the front door opened and the people took them, they would be fine, right? right.

. . .

it had been weeks. at least and you were still passed out on the hospital bed. until late at night gerard got a phone call. you had finally woken up.

gerard immediately got out of bed, snatching the keys and running outside. locking the front door and hopping in his car. trying not too speed, it felt like hours (15 minutes) before he arrived, he parked and got out the car, rushing to the hospital doors, buying a visitor ticket and getting in elevator.

he dreaded as he walked towards your room. he pushed the door open and saw the once again, unsettling scene before him. you were hooked up to wires. tubes going down your nose, leading down your throat. he felt sick knowing it was partly his fault.

your eyes widened and tried speaking but nothing came out. these dumb tubes. you kept trying.

"n-ot. your- fault..please- com-e 'ere.."

the rest of the day was filled with hugs, and sobs.

hurrah I hope this was good for a first time post!! let me know if u want a part 2 :3

[deebris]

A night not to forget (in a bad sense) - 1

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x leitor;

Synopsis: Rooster comes home to find his wife and son arguing. Things go too far and he needs to step in;

Warnings: violence, name-calling, family problems, panic attack, drugs;

Genre: anguish;

Part 1 - Part 2

This is my first attempt at imagine here on Tumblr, I hope I can keep writing. And english is not my native language, so I hope you guys understand if there is any mistake. (I accept criticism and tips).

Bradley expected to come home to the two of you like any other quiet day. Normally you would be finishing up dinner, or perhaps reading a book while ordering at a restaurant. His son Elijah, who had just turned 16 a few months ago, would be playing a video game in the living room that he begged his dad to buy for his birthday. But, oh! How wrong he was…

You were in a heated argument. At first, he couldn't understand the subject of the fight because their voices were muffled, but as he closed the front door and moved his feet further into the house, the voices in the kitchen grew louder.

In that short amount of time, he had already imagined countless reasons for the screaming. Elijah wouldn't have done the dishes you asked for, tidied up his room, or maybe even, that he could have gone out now for the night without your permission, considering he's done it before, and you were always irritated with worry. As he grew up, more rebellious he became. He wanted to be treated like an adult. But something was extremely wrong, as the discussion seemed too serious for problems as "banal" as these.

Once he placed his backpack on the sofa, he walked to the kitchen entrance and arrived just in time to see Elijah take one of the knives from the holder where it was kept, and point it in your direction. Bradley froze for a few seconds, you two still hadn't noticed his presence. The shock was instantaneous, and as quickly as it came, it was gone. Bradley felt dread, then anger. He felt confused for not understanding the situation. He was nervous. Seeing the boy threaten you with that thing in his hand pissed him off.

He looked into his son's eyes. Elijah seemed to be angry, but it was different, there was a built-in hatred. And when Bradley realized who that hate was directed at, a bitter taste rose in his mouth. It was you. He didn't have time to analyze your state at that moment, he needed to act fast. Bradley ran to his son grabbing his wrists and shoving him until he hit the kitchen island behind them. The boy's lower back suffered an intense impact, hitting the surface of the thing, making him grunt in pain and surprise.

The boy dropped the knife to the floor the minute he was pushed. He was startled as soon as he saw his father's fierce gaze.

"What the hell do you think you're doing pointing that out to your mother?"

"Bradley, calm down"

He looked in her direction in disbelief. Calm? Did you want him to be calm? He just couldn't stomach it.

"He shows you a knife and you wants me to calm down?" he faced Elijah "What the hell were you going to do later, eh? Stick it in her? Were you going to take that fucking knife and go after your own mother, brat?"

"Please, I know he's wrong, but let the boy go and let's settle this."

"Are we going to settle this?! Do you want to know how am I going to solve this? I'm going to cover his face with punchs." now it was Bradley who was losing his mind.

“You will tell me now, loud and clear, why you did this, Elijah.” he asked in a deep, menacing voice.

The boy dropped a few tears in front of his father as he stared back at him. He couldn't stand it for long and ducked his head to look away from his father. Bradley made sure to grab his chin and force him to look up; in him eyes.

“Don't take your eyes off me again." he warned while squeezing the boy's chin tightly "have you decided to become a softie now that I got home, you coward? You looked pretty brave before."

In the background it was possible to hear your strong cry and the sobs coming from your throat. You were in a panic. Although you were grateful that Bradley had come home and prevented your son from committing a greater tragedy, you knew that he could be the reason for another gravity by the way he was acting. He looked like it was about to kill your someone.

“And don't you dare defend him. For years I watched you pat his head, no matter the situation. Raising this spoiled little boy, who now repays you by doing this." he hurt you with those words, leaving your heart tighter and making you think that maybe it was your fault "I won't let you do that again now." he finished.

Elijah was never a bad boy. He is kind and tries hard like any good son, no matter what he does. But all that effort got the better of him, left him exhausted. You were a mother who spoiled a lot, that was true, but only because you thought he deserved it. It wasn't fair to see him killing himself studying at school, to see him succumbing to exhaustion every day to get a scholarship to the college he wanted so much. You didn't demand much from him at home, which left him a little unused to doing housework, but he made up for it in his studies. He is a very smart boy for his age.

You thought everything was fine, but six months ago you found out he was doing drugs. You knew why he had done it, it was so obvious. Sleepless nights, time divided between projects, school and science groups. Although you always told him that he didn't have to live like this, that he could rest, he wouldn't listen to you. He had always been a little greedy, wanting to be the best at everything, to make his father the proudest man in the world. Until he concluded by himself that the only thing that would make his father proud was to pursue a career in the military, something he never wanted. So he got frustrated with that. When he couldn't stand any longer, he resorted to those poisons. Drugs. Bradley din't know nothing about that.

"I'm sorry" Elias started crying hard, it was agonizing "I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking."

Bradley loosened her grip on his hands a little, enough for him to be able to move them again. Elijah brought them to his hair, squeezing the strands to the side and closing his eyes hard to cry. The boy let out a terrifying scream and began to scream in grief and self-loathing.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't mean to do this, I swear. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

The boy kept repeating the last words. He was looking at you desperately, thinking his mother and father hated him now.

You wanted so badly to go to him. Hug him and tell him you forgave him, that you still loved him dearly and always would. But you hesitated thinking that maybe Bradley would stop your actions. What he had said kept repeating itself in your mind: you always put your hand on his head, I won't let you do that now.

Deep down, you knew he wasn't wrong. He was trying to discipline his son, you also wanted Elijah to know that his actions have consequences, but that was too much. Bradley didn't know about him drug problem, because again, you protected Elijah. Yes, Bradley was absolutely right, you spoiled him too much. You hid from him that what your son was going through, you didn't have that right.

“Elijah, tell your father. He will understand, dear"

"Tell me what?"

Elijah squeezed his eyes shut trying to stop the crying and nervousness.

"I-I…" he swallowed the saliva in his mouth and rubbed his hand over his eyes to wipe away the tears. His breathing began to become irregular, worrying his mother and father.

"Elijah, my love, breathe" you hugged him and started stroking his hair, you didn't even remember the knife anymore, the only thing you wanted was to see your precious son well "calm down, my son."

"What is happening with him?" Bradley asked deeply scared, but you didn't make an effort to answer him, because you were concentrating on the boy feeling sick in front of you. But your attempts at comfort weren't working, it seemed like Elijah wasn't listening to you.

"Elijah, son. Please breathe, I won't do anything with you. Breathe!" Bradley said in an attempt to make him calm down, he turned pale with fear at his son's plight.

“Bradley!" he immediately widened his eyes with your anguished scream "call emergency, now!"

E não demorou, em um instante já estava pegando o celular e discando o número enquanto o filho sufocava.

[cutecherrygirl]

Hii

Rage-Vamp!Hyunjin x Vamp!Seungmin x Human!reader.

I always see everyone do this kind of stories with other members but never with Seungmin do im here to change that 😈. And you better enjoy it 😋

This story will be in few parts cuz Tumblr wont let me write long ass stories.

Warnings: Vampire AU, blood, fights, im gonna add smut if you want me too 🤭🤭, angry Seungmin 😡.

Rage

Surmarry: You have changed. The former golden girl and queen of the school turned into what you wished for. The bloodlust is insane and even though you barely manage to keep yours under control, at least Hyunjin is by your side.

Hyunjin finally succeeded in his plan and won you under his influence. But is Seungmin's desire for revenge stronger than the sweet taste of victory?

Seungmin is devastated at losing You and is ready to do anything to win you back. But when it turns out that his brother is not his only enemy, him and Hyunjin will have to join forces in a common cause against an unknown enemy to protect the one they both love.

Seungmin's voice was muffled with rage. "That's what you wanted, wasn't it, Hyunjin? And now you got it. You had to make her just like us, like you. It wasn't enough to just kill her."

Hyunjin didn't even look at him. He watched you carefully through his droopy eyelids, still kneeling and holding your chin. "This is already the third time you've said that and it's already tiring me a little," he commented quietly. Ragged, still panting slightly, he was still calm, restrained. "Y/N, did I kill you?"

“Of course you didnt ,” you said wrapping your fingers around the fingers of his free hand. You were getting impatient. After all, what were they talking about? No one was killed.

“I never thought you were a liar,” Seungmin told Hyunjin, an equal amount of bitterness in his voice. "Almost everything else, but not that. I've never heard you try to cover something up before."

"Just one more moment," Hyunjin spoke, "and I'll lose my temper."

What more can you do to me? Seungmin retorted. It would be a mercy if you killed me.

"I ran out of mercy for you a century ago," Hyunjin said loudly.

(they turner you into a vampire. And when Hyunjin turned you you became sired to him and in love with him. But before that happened you were in love and in relationship with Seungmin.)

You stepped into the clearing.

The rags of autumn leaves beneath your feet froze in the slush. Dusk fell and, although the storm died down, the forest grew colder. You didn't feel the cold.

You didn't mind the dark. Your pupils dilated, absorbing tiny bits of light that would be invisible to a human being. You could clearly see two characters fighting under a huge oak tree.

One had thick, dark hair that the wind blew into a tangled sea of curls. He was slightly shorter than the other and, although you couldn't see his face, you somehow knew that his eyes were brown.

The other also had a lock of dark hair, but his was soft and straight almost like the fur of an animal. His lips were pulled back in anger, and the slow gracefulness of his body was compressed into a predator's squeal. He had black eyes.

You watched them motionless for several minutes. You forgot why you came, why you were attracted by the echoes of their fight in your mind. This close, the noise of their anger and hatred and pain was almost deafening, like the soft cries coming from the fighters. They were caught in a fight to the death.

I wonder which one of them will win, you thought. Both were wounded and bleeding, and the left arm of taller one hanging was hanging at an unnatural angle. However, it was precisely because of the impact of the other one on the gnarled oak trunk. His anger was so strong that you could feel and taste it, as well as hear it, and you knew how it gave him indescribable power.

And then you remembered why you came. How could you forget? He was injured. His mind summoned you here, blasting you with vibrations of rage and pain. You came to help him because you belonged.

Now two four-legged figures stood on the frozen ground, fighting and cutting like wolves. You approached them quickly and quietly. the one with wavy hair and brown eyes - Seungmin, A voice in your head whispered - was on top, his fingers scratching at the other's brother. Anger swept over you, anger and a protective attitude. You reached between the two of them to grab that hand that was choking him and forced its fingers apart.

It never occurred to you that you might not be strong enough to do it. You were strong enough, and that was it. You shifted your weight to the side, forcefully tearing your prisoner from his rival. in order to be stronger, you lowered yourself onto his wounded arm, and stuck his face in the slush covered by the leif . Then you started choking him from behind.

Your attack took him by surprise, but he wasn't nearly defeated. He hit you back, looking for your throat with his good hand. He reached for your windpipe with his thumb.

You realized that his target was your hand, going towards it with his teeth. Your mind couldn't understand it, but your body knew what to do. Your teeth were weapons and they cut into the flesh, sucking blood.

But he was stronger than you. With a jerk of his shoulders he forced you to loosen your grip, with a twist he freed himself and knocked you to the ground. And then he was above you, his face contorted with animalistic rage. You hissed at him and moved your nails towards his eyes, but he knocked your hand away.

He will kill you. Even wounded, he was much stronger. His lips pulled back, revealing teeth already stained crimson red. Like a cobra, he was ready to attack.

Then he paused, hesitating to look at you as his face changed.

You saw his brown eyes widen. The pupils that had been narrowed to evil spots widley dilated. He stared at you as if he was truly seeing you for the first time.

Why was he looking at you like that? Why wasn't he just done with this? But now the iron grip on your shoulder has loosened. The animalistic snarl disappeared, replaced by an expression of confusion and wonder. He straightened up and helped you up, all the while staring at your face.

“y/n,” he whispered, his voice breaking. "y/n it's you." That's me? you thought. Y/N?

It didn't really matter. You glanced towards the old oak tree. He was still there, standing among the uprooted roots, breathing hard, leaning on the tree with one hand. he looked at you with infinitely dark eyes, his eyebrows drawn in a sullen look.

Don't worry, you thought. I can take care of this one. He's stupid. Then you threw yourself back at the one with the brown eyes.

"Y/N!" he shouted when you pushed him away. He pushed your shoulder away with his good hand, holding you back. " Y/N, it's me, Seungmin! Y/N, look at me!"

You watched him. all you could see was the bare skin on his neck. You hissed again, upper lip pulled back, showing him your teeth.

He froze.

You felt the shock reverberate through his body, you saw how his gaze sank. His face turned white as if someone had punched him in the stomach. He shook his head slightly on the muddy ground.

"No," he whispered. "Oh, no…."

He looked like he was talking to himself, like he didn't expect you to hear him. He reached his hand towards your cheek and you tried to bite him.

"Oh, Y/N...." he whispered.

The last traces of anger, the animal thirst for blood, disappeared from his face. His eyes were confused and full of sadness.

And vulnerable. You took advantage of the moment to rush to the bare skin of his neck. His hand went up to reject you, to push you away, but then it went down.

He stared at you motionless for a moment, the pain in his eyes peaking, then he simply gave up. He stopped fighting completely.

You could feel it happen, feel the resistance leave his body. He was lying on the icy ground with rags of oak leaves in his hair, staring beside you into the black and cloudy sky.

Finish it, said a tired voice in your mind.

You hesitated for a moment. There was something in those eyes that triggered a memory in you. Standing in the moonlight, a bed in a room in the attic... But the memories were too hazy. You couldn't master them, and the attempt made you dizzy and nauseous.

And this one here must die , this brown-eyed one called Seungmin. Because he hurt Him, the other one, the one for whom you were born to be with. No one could hurt him and live.

You dug your teeth into his neck and bit down deeply.

You immediately realized that you were not doing well. You didn't hit an artery or a vein. You tore at your throat with your teeth, angry at your inexperience. It felt good to bite something, but not too much blood came out. Frustrated, you raised your head and bit down again, feeling his body twitch in pain.

Much better. This time you found the vein, but you didn't bite it deep enough. A minor scratch like this will not be enough. You should have torn her open wide to let the juicy warm blood flow out.

Your victim shuddered as you tried to do so, scraping and gnawing with your teeth. You were just about to feel the flesh give way when the hands pulled you up, lifting you up from behind.

You hissed not wanting to let go of the throat. But the hands were persistent. His hand made a loop around your waist, and his fingers got stuck in your hair. You fought, clinging to your prey with teeth and nails.

Let him go!

The voice was sharp and commanding, like a strong gust of cold wind. You recognized him and stopped resisting the hands that pulled you away. When they laid you on the ground, you looked up to look at him, and a name came to mind. Hyunjin. His name is Hyunjin. You stared at him sullenly, offended, because you were torn from your catch, but you were obedient.

Seungmin straightened up in a sitting position, his neck red from the blood running down his shirt. You licked your lips, feeling the pounding was like a piercing hunger, which seemed to be coming from every fiber of your being. You were stunned again.

"I thought," Hyunjin said aloud, "that you said she was dead."

He looked at Seungmin who was paler than before if that was possible. The white face was filled with immense hopelessness.

"Look at me", was all he said.

A hand wrapped around your chin, lifting your face up. You faced Hyunjin's watery dark eyes directly. Then long, slender fingers touched your lips, groping between them. You instinctively tried to bite, but not very hard. Hyunjins finger found the sharp curve of your fangs and now you really bit down, biting him like a kitten.

Hyunjin's face was expressionless, and his eyes were hard.

"Do you know where you are?" He said.

You looked around. Trees. “In the woods,” you said slyly looking at him again.

"and who is that?"

You followed his pointed finger. "Seungmin," he said indifferently. "your brother."

"And who am I? Do you know who I am?"

You smiled at him showing your pointed teeth. "Of course I know. You're Hyunjin and I love you."

[koofishy]

Courting Game

(JinMin au fanfic)

Seokjin's one-sided beef with the pretty boy on the tennis court🎾

I originally posted this on AO3 a few months ago, but I want to have it here on Tumblr too :) Sorry for the loooong sentences! I hope you'll still enjoy!

The guy had been staring at Seokjin for almost half an hour by the time he finally decided he had had enough.

Okay, maybe 'staring' was not the best word for it. 'Occasionally glancing' was more like it, but still. Fucking creepy. Silently judging Seokjin from the side of the tennis court, while he himself wasn't even playing any sports, just lounging prettily on a bench, bathing in the early afternoon sun like a cat. What a weirdo.

Seokjin hit the ball back to Hoseok with a little more force than what was necessary, eyes still on the stupid dude, who was now drinking some kind of protein shake from a bottle, licking his lips after, and leaving them with a distracting shine that, for some reason, annoyed Seokjin even more. Who did this guy think he was, sprawling on that fucking bench like he owned it, licking his plump lips and everything, all the while looking at Seokjin with narrowed eyes and a mocking curl to his mouth, as if he was so much better than him, as if he could-

"Hyung, look out!"

Something hard crashed against Seokjin's forehead, making him stumble back and almost fall over, only to catch himself in the last second, as stars started dancing around his eyes. He had to take a moment to steady himself, but then there were hands on his shoulders and a concerned Hobi up in his personal space.

"Oh my gosh, hyung, I'm so sorry! I called out but you didn't hear, and then it was too late," his best friend took Seokjin's face between his hands to examine him, worry evident on his features. "Are you okay? I sent that ball pretty hard..."

Seokjin blinked away the dizzying constellations from his vision and shook off Hoseok's fingers that were now all over his forehead, touching at the readily forming bruise right at the center of it.

"I'm fine, Hobi, it wasn't your fault anyway," he glanced at the man on the bench, who was, expectedly, staring right back at him, eyes wide, probably ready to laugh at Seokjin's misery. He had to be very proud of himself, Seokjin thought, for being the cause of all this misfortune! For ruining Seokjin's perfect face and perfect afternoon, and, yes, he's going there, perfect life even; with his stupid chiseled jawline and round cheeks and blond locks that danced around his face in the wind like sunbeams, and-

Well, anyways, fuck that guy!!

Seokjin could not let this slide, he needed to give this dude a piece of his mind, about how rude it was to stare at and make fun of strangers at the tennis court, and that he should have gone elsewhere to sunbathe his toned muscles, beacuse this health center was for people who actually did sports and not just sat around to watch like a total creep!

He turned back to Hoseok, fuming inside, hands fisted, face and ears red as tomatos, probably.

"How bad is it?," he asked, pointing to the wound on his forehead. Hoseok raised an eyebrow.

"Well, it's-"

"Okay, I'm going over," Seokjin concluded without waiting for an answer. He had urgent business to get to, an infuriating man to be lectured about basic sports field etiquette. A little bruise won't stop him from wiping the smug smile off the guy's face, that's for sure!

Under Hoseok's confused and slightly alarmed gaze, he turned on his heels, ready to march over to the bench the man was sitting on-

Except he wasn't sitting on it anymore. He was standing right in front of Seokjin, upset expression on his pretty face, concerned brown eyes looking over Seokjin with minute detail.

Seokjin froze.

"Hello," the guy said, voice sweet and melodious. "I'm Jimin."

Seokjin could hear Hoseok mumble a greeting, but he himself was still stuck in place, unmoving, barely breathing even.

Jimin continued:

"I saw you got into a bit of an accident, and I just wanted to know if you were alright," he said kindly, tilting his head a little to the side, so that his blond locks fell over his forehead lightly. He was even more beautiful up close. Seokjin was utterly fucked.

"Uh," he managed to say, and swallowed with difficulty, mouth suddenly very dry. "Uh. Yeah."

Jimin raised an eyebrow.

"Are you sure?," he leaned a bit closer, presumably to inspect Seokjin's bruise, but all Seokjin could concentrate on was his sweet perfume, smelling of flowers and strawberries, coating Seokjin's brain in a sugary glaze so that the only thoughts left inside were 'Jimin', 'pretty', and 'Jimin pretty'.

He was brought back to reality by a harsh slap to his back, making him blink away the pink haze, and he stared at Jimin, face reddening rapidly, as Hoseok said some dumb excuse about getting a drink from the toilet or whatever, and, with another slap, this time more encouraging, he let go of Seokjin to escape the embarrassing situation as soon as possible.

They were left alone, Seokjin and his nemesis of the tennis court.

The nemesis smiled at him, eyes forming little crescent moons.

"I can accompany you to the doctor, if you'd like, unless you're absolutely sure you're okay," he offered.

Seokjin was absolutely sure he was not okay, but he couldn't exactly say that. Instead, he exhaled, cleared his throat, and said:

"Thank you, but I'm fine, really."

He prided himself for sounding only a little shaky.

Jimin's smile stayed on but he suddenly seemed a bit hesitant. He wrung his hands together and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. It was cute. Seokjin hated it.

"You know," Jimin started, and Seokjin had a vague feeling that his words would bring doom upon him. Yet, he listened. "Feel free to decline if I misinterpreted things, but uh...," Jimin paused for a second, then looked up at Seokjin from under his lashes. "I noticed you glancing at me quite a few times while you were playing tennis, and I was wondering if you would, maybe, possibly, be interested in grabbing a coffee with me sometime?"

Seokjin's world halted and then started spinning so fast he was almost knocked off axis. The fucking dude from the fucking bench was fucking asking him on a fucking date?!

He could not accept this. He had been going on and on in his head about how he wanted to fight Jimin, and how enraged he was by him; he could not simply accept the invitation to go on a date with the guy after all that. He was going to say no, tell Jimin to stop sitting around tennis courts prettily, and walk away. Easy.

"Yeah, okay," he heard himself croak out.

His eyes widened. Wait, no, hold the fuck up, this was not part of the plan-

He was ready to punch himself in the face, but then. But then.

But then Jimin smiled at him. A big, brilliant grin, so that all of his cute teeth were visible; cheeks puffing up and eyes nearly disappearing, making Seokjin's breath catch and heart race and ears burn and palms sweat. The tennis racket slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground with an embarrassing thud, but he couldn't even be bothered by that, because it had Jimin hiding his giggle behind small hands. Holy shit.

Seokjin was in big, big trouble. Huge, even. Enormous.

"I'll give you my number, text me when you're free," Jimin said, and Seokjin pulled out his phone in a hurry, forgetting completely that he was supposed to be angry at the guy.

And that is how he ended up going on not only one, but several dates, and then becoming boyfriends with the man he had despised for all of half an hour, for taking away Seokjin's focus from tennis with his beauty.

"Did you really think I was staring at you to mock you?," Jimin asked incredulously one day as they were cuddling on Seokjin's bed, pulling away slightly from his boyfriend to look him in the eye. Seokjin shrugged.

"You had a weird expression. I thought you were laughing at me."

"I was trying to seduce you! That was a 'Hey, baby, let me take you out' face!," Jimin exclaimed, eyebrows creasing his forehead in disbelief. Seokjin kissed his little scrunched up nose.

"Didn't seem like it."

"Well, at least I wasn't making up false scenarios in my head about wanting to fight an innocent stranger, unlike a certain someone," Jimin huffed, but lay back down, head on Seokjin's chest so that his blond hair was tickling his chin. Seokjin could feel his ears redden. "And, anyway, it worked in the end, didn't it? You agreed to go out with me."

"I did. Your courting ritual proved to be effective, with some help from a tennis ball," Seokjin frowned at the painful memory, but then his eyes lit up. "Hey! Courting ritual! Get it? Like in tennis court, but also, you courting me!"

Jimin didn't react for a moment, probably cringing at the dumb pun, but then the giggles forced themselves out of him against his will, like they always did when it came to Seokjin's jokes. Seokjin was laughing too, both of them getting teary-eyed by the time they finally managed to calm down.

Maybe taking a tennis ball to the head was worth it, after all.

Thank you for reading! I adore jinimini, they deserve to be written more about <3

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[autismagolor]

actually no im elaborating on this a little more. the whole thing fucking exploded basically. it started with my tumblr freezing, i tried to click out of the "save as" window and it just turned into a black box that wouldnt actually close. i could do nothing but scream about it to my friends on discord. and then the browser started playing the video and there was nothing i could do to stop it, not even closing off the browser window would do anything. i was just stuck listening to that music on loop.

eventually i resolved to close the browser window, which just became a white screen, at this point i tried to open task manager but to no avail. and then discord froze as well due to the sheer magnitude of Funky Shrimpage. and reminder the music was STILL GOING. eventually after like 3 minutes after i pressed the x button on the window it FINALLY closed and i was free.

and then like a minute later task manager finally shows up. bitch where you were 10 minutes ago i JUST clawed my way out of the Shrimp Dimension

[alparlaboratories]

To Another Abyss - Chapter 22: Best for you.

(Chapters -which are usually between 500-1000 words- will be posted daily here first on Tumblr, and will later be posted in 7-8 chapter batches on AO3.)

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Kanto has changed a lot in the past ten years. The League is no more, and trainers are now only tools for the rich and powerful, either mercenaries or dogs of the government.

Sabrina is the latter. She is to play the role of Gym leader in a sick, twisted mockery of the art she once admired, bearing the name of her childhood idol, a woman who is now wanted across the region. All for the entertainment of Kanto’s shadowy new rulers.

It’s a role she doesn’t mind playing. At least until an unusual challenger comes into her Gym, into the life she’s worked so hard to build, and begins to unravel it all.

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Chapter 22 - Best for you:

“You’re right,” the man with the cross whispered after almost a full minute. “You’re a horrible person, and you’re not even that hot.” He paused, and though Sabrina couldn’t see it, she knew he was smiling. “I don’t know what I saw in you.”

Sabrina closed her eyes strongly, her face buried against his shirt.

If we…

“I wonder… Are you refusing because you’re worried about what he might think? Ha…”

If we could stay like this…

“Mr. Azure was very disappointed. He said your drop in performance was due to certain… distractions.”

For just one more minute…

“Don’t let your guard down, Sabrina. Don’t let him weaken you. You were so beautiful before, sharp and ruthless… I miss it oh-so dearly.” Azure sighed. “If only things could go back to the way they were before…”

“...”

“Come with me,” the young man whispered. “Please.”

After what felt like a lifetime, the Gym leader pushed against his chest, slowly taking a few steps back. When she finally looked up, her eyes were dull and colorless. Her expression was the same as when they’d met, so many battles ago.

Then, to the man’s confusion, a wide, morbid smile stretched across her face.

“Heh. You’re something else, you know that?”

“What-?”

“Who the fuck do you think you are?”

He froze in place, eyebrows slowly rising on his face.

“Let me guess, you thought you could just appear one day with that good boy face of yours, and change me? You thought that as a moral, religious man, it was up to you to save this poor wayward sheep? That’s what you thought, wasn’t it?”

“What are you…?”

Sabrina shrugged, still smiling. “Well, I’ve got news for you; I don’t need to be saved. I’m perfectly fine the way I am. And do you want to know something else? All this time, thinking that with your kindness and your idiotic smile you’d managed to melt this wretched girl’s frozen heart… You have no idea how hilarious I found it, how much I laughed at your stupidity when you weren’t around.”

The man’s jaw dropped, his breath seemingly gone from him. “What?”

“Want me to make it clearer for you? You mean nothing to me,” she said plainly. “All you are is some mild entertainment I liked to tune into when I was bored. I don’t care about you in the slightest, I never did.”

“That’s… You’re lying,” he whispered, though he couldn’t hide the tremor in his voice. “You’re lying, right?”

Sabrina’s gaze was unflinching, frigid like ice.

“You’re-”

He tried to take a step toward her, but froze when he noticed the Pokeball on her hand.

“Don’t take another step,” she warned him. There was a flash of light, and a Mr. Mime materialized next to her. And despite his goofy appearance, the man knew well that he was one of the Gym’s most powerful fighters. “If you get an inch closer, I’ll kill you.” All hesitation was gone from her voice.

The look on the man’s face could’ve broken anyone’s heart. Wounded, his wide eyes searched Sabrina’s doggedly for any sign, any indication that…

“Is… is it true?” he finally asked. “Everything that happened, was it really…?”

“Leave,” Sabrina cut him off. “I don’t want to see you ever again, whether in my Gym or my city. I’m tired of this game.”

Without saying anything else, the Gym leader turned around and walked away, disappearing into the darkness of the young night.

[dearrosaceae]

Am I close to my period or has my yearning reached its climax?

Dear Tumblr, if you have been keeping up (and keeping it real) with me, you’d know that there is a consistent character who I have a romantic attachment to but not necessarily reciprocated of course. Ever since he texted me again, I have been imagining us just.. kissing. Kissing HOT. In a faculty lift, at his university.

At first it was a peck. I started it of course because I am an emotional wreck all the time and has zero regard for shame. He froze when our lips touched for the first time. Actually he already was when my hands cupped his cheeks, pulling his face closer to mine since he is taller than me.

His eyes widened at the strange texture of another person’s lips that he is heavily unfamilliar with. Not like he was familliar with anyone else’s either, he just had his first kiss! This is what it’s like to touch someone else’s lips with his own lips! I couldn’t blame him either, it was my first time too but I mustered everything in me to keep it cool.

Our faces were just inches close. I can feel him breathing down my face when I asked him “Can I kiss you? Or are you seeing someone?” which was weird to ask. Way to potentially ruin the mood too because it doesn’t matter if he did or didn’t see someone else, if he said no then it was no.

So he said no.

But he said “No, I’m not seeing anyone else”.

I smiled and tip toed to get closer to his face. “Okay, then I can kiss you” I said before smashing my lips against him. I made sure to allign our lips together so they properly meet, as I feel his flatten against mine. At that second kiss was when he finally closed his eyes and gave in.

His arms- initially dumbfounded and straightened not knowing what to do- found its way wrapped around my waist, supporting me who was tip toeing to reach him. As he drew me closer into his chest, my arms circled around his neck, engulfing him completely into a hot, breathy kiss. My legs almost dangling off the floor but I insisted on not letting him go.

Now Tumblr, take note that this was our first kiss. Both of us were first time kissers. In the beginning, we just keep smashing lips, moving our lips around and changing the placement of our heads. As we create momentum though, and feel a LOT less shameful, my tongue tried to penetrate his lips, in which he responded by letting me entered to freely explore the insides of his mouth.

The kiss deepened. Our lips just plastered onto each other’s faces with our tongues deep into our throats respectively (anomatically impossible but metaphorically accurate) We just wanted more of each other. My legs went numb and spaggethi, not because I was tired but due to the arousal that circulated throughout my body. I just feel HOT, like in heat. Heat stroke.

He knew that my legs have gave in, but he didn’t seem like he wanted to end it either. At some point, I thought he was more aggressive than me, because he took lead and tighten his hold around my waist. His face just got so into mine as he lowered his head more, so my legs didn’t have to dangle or tip toed on the floor anymore.

His aggression, and resistant to letting me go- even to catch some breath- resulting in me almost suffocated and moaned in his mouth. It wasn’t even erotic at first, but when I started moaning, his right hand travelled from my waist to my back then pushing my shoulder closer into him. His left hand went further down just right above my hips, rubbing me through my slacks.

Being ticklish, I would laugh out of defense but my struggle to escape that tickling feeling in combination with my intense arousal, made me moan. In return, he deepened the kiss and rub me some more as if he was encouraged by my response. I was baffled by this man like who are you? A few minutes ago he was frozen like he was struck by lightning when our lips graze each other’s.

Anyhow, we needed to breath sometime soon and I needed to catch mine earlier than him. My left hand left his neck and cupped his cheek, rubbing his face gently as if to say “pause, let me fucking pull away for a minute”. At first he seemed unresponsive, like he didn’t want to heed to that request.

Eventually, both my hands went to cup his face and I have to slowly pull away from him while he still insisted on the kiss. Our mouths finally depart, forming a few long lines of mixed salivas on our lips. That was when I gasped loudly for air, as if I had been underwater for a long time. He did too but he seemed like he was covering it up than me.

I pulled him closer until our foreheads touching. My hands around his neck, intertwining my fingers together while we both heaved from the deep kiss we just had. In the first few seconds, we were speechless and refused to see each other’s eyes but then, we erupted in laughter. Nothing about that was funny but we were having some of the best times in our lives in a public place where anyone could’ve walked in.

I wiped the saliva off his lips, when I noticed that his lips were redder than when we didn’t kiss prior. Were those bruises? Was the kiss brutal? He wiped mine away in favour, which made him raised an eyebrow. I suspected that he must be thinking of the same thing, that my lips must be strikingly red.

You know, apart from the smudging of red lipstick all over my mouth.

His hand went back to around my waist. We just stared into each others’ eyes, longing for something but what is it? Do we want to be by each others’ side? I don’t know. I know he doesn’t know it either, but we just smiled at each other. This could be fun, huh?

Even if this is just an imagination, it already brighten up my day. What if it really happened? Would it brighten my whole world?

My period is due tomorrow by the way.