#listen i sprained my wrist so this is the best youre getting in terms of art.

[peachcandiz]

tiny spoilers big adventure with tiny batman ... where should she spend his money next

[stupidlittlespirit]

Hey, are there any Gravity Falls fics or other fandoms that you like and that motivate you to write? Actually, we can also add all literature to this question. If your writing style is this good, im sure i can blindly trust your taste in books

Thank you!

I actually don't read many fics anymore and I have to actively avoid a lot of GF fics because they're so fucking SAD, dude?! I have a difficult sibling relationship and my life has been/is very similar to Stan and Ford's (unfortunately), so it can be tough on me to read fics with that kind of content, which is really a shame because I feel like I miss out on a lot.

It's quite comical to be honest, I think it's very funny that I love this show so much because it resonates so heavily and runs so scarily adjacent to my experiences but also hate it for those same reasons.

Wonderfully ironic!

I used to read fics a LOT and I was massive into X-Men when I was younger. I would seriously say that shipping Cherik and reading the absolute all-you-can-eat BUFFET of fics for them is why I write so avidly now. There are literally tens of thousands of fics for them and I used to spend hours reading them as a kid until the early AM because so many of them are true novels in their own right. I write now because I hope I give someone else the same fun feelings I got from them and I treasure their memory. Check out stuff from ikeracity, clocks, kageillusionz, thehoyden and those kinds of guys. They were the 'high rollers' to me as a kid in terms of fic writing ability. I hope they're well, wherever they are, I owe them a lot.

Anyways, I am reading a lovely fic right now (stan x reader) called Crash into Me by dog_eyes on ao3 and it's great. I really like their Reader character and they write Stan wonderfully.

I also enjoyed Base12's Ford x reader fic, Night in the Woods. I would say it's possibly more OC x Ford but it uses 'you' so it counts. Very fun fic.

There are tons of great fics for both Ford and Stan, but I'm blanking on them totally because other than the Stan fic I haven't been reading much as I've been doing my own writing!

In terms of other literature, House of Leaves is one I always recommend. If you can stretch to the cost of it, get the 'full colour' edition. Get ready to sprain your wrists turning it around! Alex said he actually wanted TBoB to be like HoL in that sense but Disney wouldn't spring for the cost haha. Would have been cool.

I just ordered the Parabooks SCP Journals too, which I'm excited to get. They're expensive but they're SCP files with art and stuff and they look amazing. I'll post some images of them when they arrive.

I love Grady Hendrix's My Best Friend's Exorcism. I read it when I was younger and it reminds me of my best friend. It's very good (don't watch the movie, it was ass) and emotional, and it made an impression on me. His other stuff is okay but I love that one.

Would recommend the Welcome to Nightvale books. The podcasts, if you're unfamiliar with them, are truly some of the best content out there in terms of unique, creepy stories. I used to listen to them until I was on the cusp of falling asleep and would get weird dreams from them haha. They're all free on youtube I believe.

Also, the Murakami novels I've tried were good. I've only read Audition and Coin Locker Babies so far but I thought they were nice. Weird but good.

[haechanniesunflowers]

Ateez reaction to you being hurt

notes: I'm feeling angsty today

Seonghwa

He had a hard day, practicing for hours on end for Ateez's 10th year anniversary concert. He wanted to get home and pour his heart out in front of you and just spend time with you. But he came home and you weren't there much to his dismay, but he waited for you. It was raining heavily. He called you again and again but you weren't answering making him anxious and adding to his frustration. Three hours later, the rain still hadn't stopped and he was scared and furious. The bell rang and Seonghwa opened the door. You stood there, completely drenched in the rain. He stepped aside to let you in. You walked inside and got to the living room when he pulled you by your arm to make you face him.

"where the hell were you? And why weren't you answering your damn phone?" he tone was harsh.

"Seonghwa please, not now I-"

"no we need to talk about this now! answer me! Do you know how worried I was? And I was already frustrated to begin with!"

You lowered your head and let the tears spill but it seemed like the rain water was dripping down your face.

He shook you arm to pull you, making you lift your face and roughly pull out of his grasp. That's when he saw the tears.

"I had a bad day too! Okay? My awful coworkers took credit for my project that I worked so hard on! And on top of that I locked the car with the keys, my wallet and phone inside! And I had to walk home because I didn't have any money for a bus or a cab! There! Got your answer!"

Seonghwa's eyes softened at your words and he tried hugging you but you pulled back.

"no I'm not in the mood and I'm drenched"

You went to your room and locked yourself in the bathroom to cry in the shower.

Hongjoong

The track he was working on was almost ready and he wanted you to be the first person to hear it so he called you to invite you over to his studio.

"hey babe what are you doing?"

"nothing much Joong. What's up"

"can you come over in the evening? I want you to listen to my song"

There was a pause from your end.

"hello? Baby can you hear me?"

"ye-ah Joongie. I'm busy these days, I'm so sorry. I'll try to come after the next week."

"no that's okay, you don't need to put your work aside. I'm free today since I finished the song, I'll come over. How does that sound?"

"I'll tell you in a few hours, okay?"

Hongjoong felt something was off so he quickly got done with his files and saved the track and packed up. He drove straight to your apartment and knocked on the door. You didn't expect to see Hongjoong at the door so you hid behind the door after opening it. He eyed you suspiciously.

"are you okay?" he asked, pushing the door slightly to get inside.

"yeah why do you ask?" you spoke nonchalantly, standing in the akimbo pose.

"you're acting... unusual"

"nonsense"

He slid it aside and took you towards your bedroom. He found it unusual how you were walking slowly and stopped.

"you're hurt." he stated and his suspicion was confirmed when you didn't answer.

"I slipped and sprained my ankle. I didn't want you to worry so I didn't tell you and I didn't agree to meet you"

He picked you up and laid you on the couch, snuggling next to you.

"I'm here to take care of you" he whispered and turned the TV on.

Yunho

Yunho is always in a good mood when he gets to see you. He wants to make the best use of the time he gets to spend with you. So during his break, you guys went to his home town to meet his parents but you stayed in a hotel even though he insisted that you stayed at his house. But you were a woman of principles and didn't think it was appropriate to stay at your boyfriend's house before marriage. He came to pick you up in his car and took you to an amusement park. You guys took roller-coaster rides and other scary looking rides too. He asked if you wanted to eat something and proposed the idea of going to a restaurant but you you told him that hotdogs from the vendors in the park would be nice and that you wanted to stay there longer and get on more rides. After eating you two took that discovery ride. While getting off you felt a little dizzy and tripped on something and fell. Yunho quickly helped you up and asked if you were okay and you told him yes, even though your ankle hurt a lot. After the fun time, he drove you back to your hotel. As you got off, you winced in pain and knelt to the ground, clutching your ankle. He worriedly got out the car and came to your side.

"your ankle is swollen" he spoke, concerned.

"it's fine, I can manage"

"are you kidding me? Why didn't you tell me you're hurt?"

"because I didn't want to ruin tee date"

"you can't stay here y/n, you're coming out with me"

"I said it's okay Yunho, I'll take painkillers and an ice pack, I'll be fine"

"I'm sorry you got hurt"

"you don't need to be sorry babe" you said and kissed him.

Yeosang

Yeosang wanted to go skateboarding with you but you didn't know how to ride a skate so he took it upon himself to teach you even though you gave the idea of him skating and you cycling next to him but he said no. He took you to a nearby park and helped you learn for over a month. When he deemed you ready, he encouraged you to ride it on your own with him holding your hands or your waist. You took a deep breath.

"you can do this" he smiled.

"I hope so" you replied and steadied yourself.

"I can already see us skateboarding down the road. I can't wait"

"okay here goes nothing"

You gained momentum with your foot pushing the board forward and continued with a steady pace.

"I'm doing it! Yeosang I'm doing it!" you cheered but made the mistake of looking back towards him which made you lose your balance since you were relatively new to this. You fell on your back but broke your fall with your arm.

Yeosang rushed towards you and helped you up. You yelped in paid when he grabbed your arm.

"it hurts so much" you shook.

He took you to a hospital where the doctor told you your wrist was dislocated.

He felt awful and blamed it on himself. He stayed by your side before and after your surgery and even helped you with your daily life stuff until you got better. You were happy to spend a lot of time with him and told him it wasn't his fault.

"you are never riding a skateboard again. Like ever."

San

You were visiting Namhae to meet San's family. He always talked about them and told you how important they were to him so you paid them a visit, knowing it would make San the happiest.

You were sat on the couch, chatting with his sister while the TV was on. It was a random drama which none of you were interested in, rather wanting to talk about girl stuff.

"Sannie is a sensitive one, though he doesn't show it" his sister let you know.

"I know, I have never seen him cry. I used to think he doesn't care but then I found out that he's just very good at controlling his emotions."

You two were indulged in the conversation and didn't see San entering the room with Byeol in his arms.

"Y/N I want you to meet our family's master"

You and his sister giggled.

"Byeol, this is Y/N. I hope you come to terms with the fact that your position as the girl I'd die for has been taken by her."

You were a blushing mess and had butterflies in your stomach. San was always kind and loving towards you. And as if Byeol had understood what San had said, she started acting up.

"can I pet her?" you asked, earning encouraging nods from the Choi siblings. You stretched your hand you gently pet her head but Byeol acted first and violently scratched your hand, drawing blood.

"Byeol no!" San whined as the cat hissed at you and ran to the other room.

You clutched your hand tightly, trying to soothe the pain but it came in waves and burned. San worriedly came closer to you and him and his sister examined your hand. There was definitely blood coming out of the claw marks. They had to take you to the hospital to get you tetanus shots.

"I'm so sorry Y/N, your hand is ruined and you're in pain because of me"

"not because of you Sannie, it was Byeol but you can't really blame her, she an animal after all"

Mingi

Mingi took you to the dance studio to show you the new dance he choreographed. He was happy with it and spent a lot of time perfecting it and wanted you to see it. You were supportive of his ambitions as a rapper and a dancer, aside from Ateez. He was grateful for you for being by his side and understanding the time and effort it required. You never complained when he was unable to make time for you sometimes, knowing that he was working hard. The bond you shared was strong and you two were inseparable.

"okay I'm gonna start, queue the music"

And with that he started dancing. You were in awe of the way his body moved and how effortlessly he executed the difficult moves. You clapped when he finished.

"wow Mingi... this is... wow... I'm so proud" you were at a loss of words.

"come on I'll teach you the floor move, it's the easiest"

It was the easiest, for a trained dancer that is. You both didn't realize how difficult it actually was. You, because you weren't a dancer and Mingi made it look like a piece of cake. Mingi, because it came naturally to him and he had insane body control so he thought it was actually easy.

He taught you how to slide using your core strength. You didn't have a strong core to begin with, so you landed on your knee and pain shot up in your leg. You clutched it and let out a whine. Mingi took a look at it saw it reddening.

"I'm sorry for making you do this" he shook his head.

"nah I shouldn't have said yes" you smiled, not wanting him to be upset.

"let's get you home"

Wooyoung

He kept his artist of the month news a secret from you. He wanted to surprise you with it. So when you saw it on twitter you called him and congratulated him.

"this is huge Woo, I'm so proud of you!"

"I know you're rooting for me. I want you to come at the practice session we're having, just so we can perform on stage too"

You agreed to come and dressed up for him. When he saw you enter the studio in your black jeans that hugged your curves and the loose green cardigan which you styled and tucked in from the front. You had your hair down and mere sight of you took Wooyoung's breath away. His dancer friend from bb trippin' knew about your relationship but some of the staff was different that day and didn't know who you were.

Your eyes gleaned, watching Wooyoung dance. He was in his element and looked ethereal. The practice session ended and before you could run to him and hug him, you saw another woman, a staff member get close to him, handing him a water bottle and wiping his sweat off with a cloth. You were stunned but didn't think muhh about it, since his job required him to be around other women too. You watched from a distance how she talked to him for some time and subtly placed a hand on his thigh, giggling and telling him he did well. You were hurt to say the least. He didn't spare you a glance and then talked to her as if you weren't in the room. You didn't ruin the mood for him at the moment but were screaming internally watching her flirt with your man in broad daylight and him going along with him.

After the session ended, his choreographer called him to discuss important matters with him and the staff started leaving. You noticed how the same woman was hanging around, until another senior staff member told her to pack up and leave. After the discussion, Wooyoung came running to you.

"did you like it?" he asked excitedly.

"the performance? yes. The little show with that staff woman? absolutely not"

His face fell at your words.

"baby listen, I had to let it slide. It's not like I could've swat her hands away and tell her to go away. Having good chemistry with the staff results in good performances. Please try to understand"

"I don't know Wooyoung. And this is just what I saw. I can't stop imagining what else goes on since I'm not around all the time"

"I want you to trust me. I'm all yours. No one can take me away from you. No one. You don't know the hold you have around my heart. You don't know what you do to me. It's you and only you. Never forget that."

Jongho

If there's one thing in this world that Jongho liked doing the most, it was comparing how strong he was compared to you. No, you didn't even compare. You didn't even come close. He loved lifting you like it was nothing, tightening jars on purpose so you would ask him to open them for you and lifting the furniture with one hand while you both cleaned. He also loved arm wrestling with you with just two of his fingers of his non dominant hand, while you struggled to win with your dominant hand.

You both sat in the middle of the living room. Jongho challenged you to arm wrestling and the loser would have to clean the dishes. He wasn't even trying while you were shaking by using the entire strength in your arm. He got a little cocky when his hand got tired and decided to end it with a bang. He used intense force and your hand landed on the table with a thud. You pulled it back and rubbed it. He didn't fully realize how hard he hurt you until he saw just how red the back of your hand was. He immediately apologized but you got up to give yourself first aid, not responding to him. He followed you to the kitchen and tried helping but you shoved him aside.

"leave me alone"

"I'm sorry I hurt you. Let me help"

"Jongho please just leave me alone right now"

He felt awful to have hurt you and after you went to your bedroom, he did the dishes. You had invited him to stay the night at your apartment so he was glad he could be around to make it up to you.

He came to you some time later and apologized again and took responsibility of his actions.

"you scared me Jongho"

"I'm so sorry, I'll be more careful I promise"

[dinosaurtsukki]

being the MSBY Jackals’ physiotherapist

anon: HEY BOO! LISTEN BEING THE BLACK JACKELS PHYSIOTHERAPIST! I can imagine a lot of damage I- bye 😽 I could I please have that as a headcanon 👉👈 thanks! ❤️ (that is a If requests are open..)

they are most definitely open and OH MY GOD THIS IS SUCH AN AMAZING IDEA WHEN I GOT THIS I COULDN’T WAIT TO START. i’ve been watching a lot of vids on what physical therapists do too and i hope you like this it was so fun to write !!

Bokuto Koutarou:

he deadass got you mixed up with the sports psychologist

when he walked into your clinic he was all ‘ah, hey there’ before lying faceup on the cot and just talking about his problems

and at first you were alright cause good to make conversation and everything until you realized.... “this guy thinks i’m the therapist”

bokuto: people always assume that i’m really naive and i kinda am but--

you: bokuto,,,, i’m not the therapist

bokuto: oh 👁👄👁

you: does it, um, hurt anywhere?

bokuto: *points to his heart*

after directing him to therapist’’s office, you finally clear up his misconceptions on what you’re supposed to be

you did hear about bokuto but what you didn’t expect was that he was An Actual Ray of Sunshine

whenever he comes to your office for his weekly check-ups, he always brings some sort of present

he likes to bring a package of cookies and the two of you eat them while you have your session

bokuto still uses the term ‘ouchie’ and it’s adorable

he takes really good of himself and his body so he isn’t prone to serious injuries. as soon as he knows something feels off, he’ll stop himself from working and come to your clinic

except,,, he comes way too often

bokuto: I WAS FLEXING MY FINGER AND THEN IT SUDDENLY MADE A CRACK SOUND WILL IT FALL OFF???

you: you’ve... never popped your fingers before?

bokuto: you can POP your FINGERS???

in interviews, bokuto loves to mention all the people who helped him on his journey and ngl it’s a REALLY LONG LIST but he always, always mentions you as ‘the best physical therapist ever!!’

and it makes you so soft you love your job so much

he actually ends up recommending you to his friend, akaashi keiji, because bokuto knows his shoulders and back hurt 

akaashi comes into your office and just goes: “can you crack my back and shake me like a glowstick?”

you: i think you’re looking for a chiropractor

akaashi: ...

you: okay, lie down. i’ll see what i can do

Hinata Shouyo:

he got LOST TRYING TO FIND YOUR CLINIC

like, you were checking your watch wondering where your client was before he burst into your clinic thirty minutes late

also for some reason he was really nervous to see you poor baby he had the misconception that you were there to find what was wrong with him and then after he wouldn’t be able to play again

so he was genuinely surprised after you just made him do a few stretches for him, recommended some ways to move his body to utilize it better, and just sent him off

hinata: just... just like that?

you: yeah, pretty much. unless you feel that something else is wrong

after that he’s not so afraid to visit your clinic. in fact, he enjoys it quite a lot!

hinata really takes note of the advice you gave him (he brings a notepad and everything) and he likes to call you up to let you know that they worked

he actually calls you A LOT, like you’re probably the person he texts and calls the most other than natsu

at one point he was calling you every single day asking about what to eat until you decided to make a whole-ass weekly meal plan for him to just cycle through

 he’s actually quite flexible (not as much as sakusa though) and he’s so proud of being able to reach farther than his toes

when you’re not looking though he measures himself against the height chart on your wall and you think it’s absolutely adorable

hinata knows how to take care of his body and TRIES not to overwork himself but sometimes he gets really impatient about wanting to improve so he’ll stay late in the gym, practicing his spikes and serves

BUT since his teammates know hinata listens to you they’ll threaten to tell you when he’s overworking

sakusa: hinata, if you don’t leave the gym right this instant i am calling y/n

hinata: just five more minutes!!

sakusa: *pulls out his phones and presses some random numbers in*

hinata: OKAY OKAY I’M GOING

it’s kind of like the adult version of your parents calling the doctor when you don’t want to eat

also you have no idea that this happens

even though he’s moved on from it, hinata still gets a bit paranoid about playing a major game while being sick

you’re always at their games as part of their medic crew and before it starts, hinata always comes up to you and asks if you can take his temperature

you didn’t know why until atsumu explained everything so now you make sure to always have a temperature on you for hinata’s peace of mind

Atsumu Miya:

someone who actually knows what physical therapists actually do thank god 

ngl you’re kinda shookt at how large he is in real life when he walks into your clinic 

he also assumes right away that you want an autograph so he gifts you a signed picture of himself which you always have on your desk from now on because come on you are a fan

atsumu’s really nice to talk to, he does flirt quite a bit but he genuinely asks about how you are too or if your family is doing alright

such a sweet boy

atsumu’s the one who visits your office often but for reasons that are actually relevant to your job because this man just overexerts himself too much

and he keeps brushing it off and saying that he’s alright but you know better you’re a physical therapist for god’s sake

atsumu: i’m telling you. it’s just a sprain!

you: *pokes his ankle*

atsumu: aaaAAAAAAHHHH

he’s the one that you have to constantly keep tabs on and thanks to the help of his teammates and a spare key, you’re able to drop by his apartment once in a while

but no matter how much of a pain in the ass he is you still can’t help but want to take care of him. whenever you make yourself dinner you find yourself making seconds for atsumu

before you know it, you’re making dinner for your favorite MSBY boys because you don’t want them to feel left out

you also have to stop atsumu from overdoing on the protein shakes and drinking vitamins

because he’s addicted protein shakes especially the strawberry-flavored one but you’re the only one who knows that so shhhhhh

atsumu: if one vitamin capsule makes me healthy, does that mean drinking more will make me even more healthy ??

you: NO STOP. STOP WHATEVER YOU’RE DOING. RIGHT NOW.

one time you got a call in the middle of the night from atsumu saying that he ate an entire container of gummy vitamins and you had to run to his place in your pajamas

idk you just see him so much because he keeps getting injuries and it’s hilarious

atsumu, walking into your clinic: hey, doc! they sent me here cause my back hurts from carrying the entire team!

you: atsumu, you dislocated your shoulder

Sakusa Kiyoomi: 

probably your most normal client among the four of them but that doesn’t mean you don’t enjoy his visits to the clinic 

well, actually when he first visited your clinic, everyone else stalked him because they wanted to see his Flexible Wrists in action

you had to chase them out

sakusa is SO HAPPY that you just took one look at his Flexi-Wrists and noted it down without going batshit over it

you always spray the cots and your instruments with alcohol before he comes in and sakusa knows cause he smells it and he appreciates that so much

one thing that you do notice is that sakusa,,, frequently glances at the jar of lollipops you keep on your desk and give out to your kid patients

and after a session he just lingers for a bit before saying good bye and leaving so one day you just take a chance

you: would you,,, like a lollipop?

sakusa: .... yes please

he chooses a cherry flavored one and is about to leave when he sits back down on the chair

sakusa: they’ll never let me hear the end of it if they see me

so you let him stay in your clinic for a bit longer before deciding to also get a lollipop and that’s how the two of you end your sessions

no talking. just lollipop eating

(i know how it looks but pls don’t add sexual connotations i jus want sakusa to enjoy a fricking lollipop)

he actually likes to remember the scientific muscle names and everything just to impress you 

also, he doesn’t want to give you a hard time but he also likes visiting your office and talking to you (and eating the lollipops) so he makes up all these excuses to come by your clinic

sakusa: i hit my toe on the table

you: okaay, do you need a bandaid?

sakusa: it was the small toe

sakusa’s quite selective about the people he’s with so he’s kind of attached to you now. like it or not, you’re his personal doctor

prepare to receive texts like ‘y/n, i have a cough. what should i drink?’ 

you: sakusa, i’m a PHYSICAL THERAPIST

you: also, ginger tea is supposed to be good for you

he’s actually your eyes and ears when it comes to monitoring the team. kind of like the kid who tattles to the teacher in pre-school

sakusa: y/n, atsumu’s overdoing it again

you: is that so?

atsumu, in the background: NOOOOO NOOO I’M NOT !! SAKUSA’S LYING

you have such a soft spot for sakusa. when he had to be confined at home for breaking his ankle, you sent him a whole jar of lollipops

he ate them all in one day

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[allthebooksandcrannies]

I know a lot of older people think it's a problem that so many young people don't want to have children, but I think it shows an increased understanding for how much of a responsibility parenting is and how much damage you can do to a child of you're not ready to raise someone.

I think that everyone is capable of being a good parent and I think that some people should never be parents. These may sound mutually exclusive but they aren't because there's a big if involved in the first half. That if, is that everyone is capable of being a good parent someday if they put in the work to take care of their own shit first.

When you become a parent or guardian, you are officially signing on to prioritize another person's physical and emotional needs before your own for the rest of their life. That means loving them no matter what they do or who they become. That means putting aside your own exhaustion and frustration at your day when they walk through the door so that you can be their champion and their confidant and their companion. That means teaching them how to process their emotions and think critically and empathetically and it means letting them find their own path, even if it's different than the one you wanted or imagined for them, but making it clear that if they need or want your comfort, your help, or just your ear that they will have it. You don't have to be perfect. No parent ever is, and it's important anyway for kids to learn in nontraumatic ways that adults make mistakes too and that's okay as long as you take responsibility for that and strive to learn and grow because of your mistakes. Kids learn by watching and listening to the adults around them and the things they conclude from those early years of observation will stick with them the rest of their lives.

I know that that sounds scary. It probably should because deciding to raise a child should be the biggest decision you can make, and if it's not, you may not be taking it seriously enough.

I also know that this is hard. And I have the greatest respect for people who truly understand this and decide to raise a tiny person anyway.

I'm also not trying to discourage you from becoming a parent. You may not be ready now, but that doesn't mean you can't be later. I personally would love to be a mom some day not I know that I have a lot of personal growth and healing I need to take care of first, to say nothing of the stabilization of my financial and career status.

The real question is what can you do to be a better parent, guardian, or even trusted adult to someone else's child (a really important and valid role and choice in itself!) later?

First off, you need to do some hard core introspection to figure out what traits and behaviors you have that might exhibit that would interfere in your ability to be a good parent. Maybe you're still emotionally immature. Maybe you're struggling with uncontrolled mental illness, chronic illness, or addiction. Maybe you've internalized some toxic ideas. Maybe you're still recovering from trauma or just now realizing that what you have even is trauma. None of these things makes you a bad person and none of them stops you from being capable to becoming a good parent. But, all of them can interfere with your ability to model healthy behaviors and coping skills to your child. Children learn through observation and, because their brains need the world to make sense and be predictable, they're going to interpret everytime you seem upset or lose your cool as being their fault. Young children aren't capable of going "mom is upset and snapped over something relatively trivial, she must be having a bad day/be tired/etc" because that's an interpretation of the world that is outside their control. Instead, they're going to go "I did x and mom got mad at me, it's my fault so I better not do x again" and that's a really harmful mindset that can contribute to self-worth issues and other mental illnesses like anxiety, especially if this happens long-term (for the record, you're going to make mistakes and you're going to snap over stupid things because being a grown-up is hard, so when you inevitably make this mistake it's important to be honest and upfront with your child about what happened, why, how it's not their fault, and you have to genuinely apologize for it, turning your mistake into a chance to model good adult behavior).

It's important to take care of yourself and let yourself grow and heal before bringing a kid into the mix because 1. you'll be a better parent if you start out in a better place emotionally and mentally, and 2. because you deserve the chance to be healthy and happy and it's much harder to address the things that are interfering with that when your also trying to juggle the additional emotional/mental demands of raising a child.

Additionally, I definitely recommend making sure you and anyone else taking a primary caretaker role in your child's life is in a stable financial and that the relationship between you and any other caretakers is stable and amicable regardless of what kind of relationship it is. The financial aspect is important because kids are expensive as hell (both the having/acquiring and the raising) and you want to be able to provide then with the best possible shot at life.

This isn't about me but I feel like the example will be helpful. We weren't poverty level growing up, but even as a child it was clear to me that we could be. My parents were 20 year old newlyweds when they got pregnant. My dad had been set up to inherit a position in his father and grandfather's construction company and did not go to college because they thought he was guaranteed a steady job. My mom was paying for a college education she couldn't afford because no one had ever explained how to get financial aid and scholarships to her and her parents were too caught up in their own shit to be anything but relieved about getting to make her future my dad's problem. Then they got pregnant. They started building a house that took much longer to build then expected because that construction business dad was expecting to inherit went out of business because it turned out that a cousin had been embezzling and my great-grandmother wouldn't let them sue or press charges against family. Mom had to drop out of college to raise me because daycare costs as much as she makes at work and she no longer has the time or funds. They had a baby they weren't prepared to raise and my dad's new job had him working in the Texas heat all day before going and working on our house at night so that we could move out of my maternal grandfather's house now that he was getting divorced and couldn't afford it. My parents society never saw each other and they were constantly worried about money. Less than two years after I was born they accidentally got pregnant with my brother. He ended up with failure to thrive and (although he did eventually recover) it raked up a serious amount of debt in addition to my mom's student loans and the mortgage. Flash forward four more years and my dad falls through a roof at a construction site and permanently cripples his ankle. Cue a year of the only breadwinner in the household being unable to work, several surgeries and massive medical bills we can't pay. A year after that my mom has to have a historectomy because her fibroids are causing immense pain and then they find pre-cancerous cells. Another year after that she starts having unexplained siezures and signs of organ failure that will take years to diagnose as a rare autoimmune disorder that will leave her disabled and, again, rake up serious medical debt. I found out in college that it came to the point that we almost lost the house but as a kid I still always knew we were struggling. And that fucks with a kid's head. There were reasons I didn't tell my parents that something was wrong for a week after I sprained my wrist when I was 10 and it wasn't just because I didn't want to sound like I was asking for attention (a phobia that also comes from having emotionally immature parents). I pushed myself ridiculously hard in school because I knew I couldn't expect any help paying for college from my parents. I still feel incredibly guilty anytime I spend more than 20 dollars even though it's my money and I need groceries or textbooks or gas or whatever. A lot of these issues would have been financially difficult and unpredictable, but had my parents been in a more stable position when they got married and started having kids, it would have been much easier to weather the storms.

Additionally, money is the main thing couples fight about, so if you can take that off the table as a significant concern before bringing kids into the mix, please do. Maslow's hierarchy of needs states that you can't address higher order concerns like personal growth of your worried about where your next meal is coming from and that goes for your children as well.

Again, I'm not trying to shame people for their financial difficulties. Most of us are playing at a game we were never intended to win and I get that not all children are planned. But, your good intentions unfortunately will not put food on the table or pay the rent and your children will have a lot less stress in their lives if you are able to make sure that things are as stable as possible before you bring them into it.

The same goes for your relationship with fellow caretakers. Don't try to have kids to save your relationship. Don't ever make your children feel like your relationship is in anyway their responsibility. Again, they need their world to make sense and if you're fighting they're probably going to assume it's somehow their fault. Don't do that to them.

Anyway, this rant turned out a lot longer than I intended but I think I needed to say it. In summary, raising children is not about you but your going to make it about you unless you take care of your own shit first. Children don't ask to be born. If you're not ready for that responsibility, either don't have kids or put in the work so that you will be. If you already have kids, and don't have your shit together, there's still time but it's going to be harder and you might have to do some damage control from any traumas you may have already inflicted on your child, regardless of your intentions. If that's the case, you have a responsibility to get your kid the help they need and do everything in your power to avoid further harm. You're the adult in this situation, and if you're going to be a parent, you need to act like it.

[haiky-u-lously]

King Kuroo and the Red Knights (2)

Summary: A Camelot AU where King Arthur is Kuroo Tetsuro, and the Knights of the Roundtable of characters from seasons 1-4 of the HQ anime. Eventual Kuroo X Reader.

Themes: Fluff, Angst, Humor, Eventual Romance

Warnings: Mentions of stalking and abuse of power, Language, Angst in feelings, Eventual gore and fighting

Word Count: For Chapter: ~1600words      

Questions/Comments/Concerns/Ideas welcome as always. Enjoy! –Admin Red

Chapter 2: Traveling

“Princess (Y/N),” your friend and traveling companion yelled up to you, “Can we not stop and rest for a bit?”

Halting in your next step, you turned to look back at him. He was walking alongside his horse just as you were, but he looked much more affected. The fact that he was nearly 20 feet behind you besides the point, you could see the slump in his shoulders.

“Fine, we will rest here for a bit. Remove the bags from Mapo as well so that he can also rest.” You indicated to his horse before looking after your own. “Isn’t that right Tofu? You guys want to rest too, if the big bad Suga needs a break.”

As though he understood you, your horse blew air through his nose and whinnied after your comment.

This made you giggle, but seeing Suga’s frown made you double over in laughter. “Oi, Suga. That face you’re making is priceless!”

He shook his head at your antics before plopping down on a rock on the side of the path. “Hey, I just still find it hard to believe we raised two horses named Mapo and Tofu without your father dispelling them for our stupidity. I think that’s a bigger miracle than Tofu there understanding your tease.” He stuck his tongue out at you in retaliation.

Sitting down next to him, you bumped his foot with yours. You were happy that you were finally doing something out of the compound of your father’s place. Being a princess had its perks sure, but it also had more downfalls than anyone would ever tell. You watched the grass flow along the direction the wind blew and wondered how you’d been lucky enough to be chosen to go on this mission, and with your best friend at that. “Suga, I know it was just orders and all that, but thanks for coming with me. I’m really glad it was you and not one of the others.”

“You’re only saying that because I agreed to your little scheme. Noone else would have listened to you.” He argued with a smile.

Smirking a bit, you leaned your arms on your knees and chin on your arms, “That may be the majority reason sure, but you are still my best friend. So it comes with the territory that I expect you to follow my schemes.”

He shook his head with a grin, “Yea, but you gotta admit this is one of your more outrageous ones. Like, it’s worse than the time you made Yaku put a wig on and hide in your bed all day pretending to be you, sick...just so you could go mountain climbing with that tourist.”

You laughed at the memory, “Oh gods, when I came home father was in a fit. I thought he would kill Yaku!” You continued laughing as you tried to speak clearly, “He was so angry and then when he saw my hurt wrist his entire attitude did a full twist and it was though he’d hadn’t just been screaming until he was red in the face.”

“Well, thankfully Yaku wasn’t killed. And you walked away from the whole ordeal with 2 days grounding and just a sprained wrist. But it could have ended so much worse. Just like this.” He gave you a pointed look that said he was no longer joking. “I know how much you want to prove to your father that you can be a knight, I know you feel it unjust that he refuses to accept you even though he accepts other females as Red Knights, and even more so that both of your brothers were knights. Despite it, that they died when you were still too young to form any real bonds with them. But, and I mean this in the nicest way possible (Y/N), don’t you think it’s a bit self-centered of you to plan up this scheme despite your King’s fear and concerns?”

It was a serious topic indeed, and one you thought you’d hashed out enough when you explained your plans to him, but apparently your friend needed more. 

“I know it’s selfish. I know it’s going against his wishes. But I have begged him for more than half my life to let me officially join the ranks of the knights. Every year I asked, he told me the next year. Until my 18th birthday came around and he suddenly told me he would never accept me as a knight because I didn’t have what it took. You had to spend the night with me back then Suga, because everyone was afraid I’d do something drastic and no one wanted me to be left alone.” You shook your head as if to clean away the negative memories that came from your current topic of conversation. 

“I kept at my training, I did everything the knights did on top of my princess duties, I proved to him I could do both and years later he repeated those same damaging words to me. And why?” You asked aloud though you both knew the answer. “Because when he looks at me he doesn’t see me for who I am. He sees my brother’s before they died with the honor they earned. He sees my mother in her prime before she died in childbirth, me being the last piece of her he has. He sees the helpless little girl who cried when the gypsy travelers killed her pet dragon when he accidentally destroyed one of their tents. No, Suga. He doesn’t see me, and that’s why he will never accept me as a Red Knight. So, if this is the only time I will ever get to be one, then I will come to those terms. But for once, once in my life. I have the chance to fulfill my dreams, and I won’t let you stop me or convince me to change my mind. I can’t.”

Finished sharing your thoughts, you turned to face your childhood friend, a solemn look over your features as you awaited his response.

He just sighed, and stood back up. “Yea, I figured you’d say all that. Well,” He smiled down at you, silhouetted by the sun shining down behind him. “We may as well get on with then. So, how shall I introduce you to the court of Camelot, Princess?”

You laughed at how quickly he managed to be back to himself, and were thoroughly impressed by how much he knew you that he’d expected your monologue. “Hmm, well you’d be considered my squire if I walk up in uniform, huh? So, just introduce me as the Red Knight?:

Blinded by your lack of a true plan, Suga just stared at you in disbelief. “Just...as...are you kidding me right now? (Y/N)! That is ridiculously stupid even for your standards.”

“Well it’s not as though the Knights are permitted to talk while in uniform, so it doesn’t really matter what they refer to me as, does it?” You questioned offhandedly. Moving yourself to prepare your horse for continuing the journey.

 He rolled his eyes, getting his own horse prepped as well. “That isn’t the case in point at all. You’ll need a name. You know that Camelot refers to their knights as Sir something or another. And I must keep my name as a ‘knight-in-training’. So, what shall it be, Princess?”

“First, we have to stop with the whole ‘Princess’ thing. Even if it slips up as a joke, we could get in trouble.” You sighed as you pulled the last bag strap tight around the horses saddle. Wishing things could be as simple as just putting on the armor and that be the end of it. “What if we use brother’s name? Azekiel, Of course, it fits because he was a proper knight.”

Shaking his head, Suga faced you and leaned against the side of Mopu. “But we don’t know who went with Greine back in their visit to Washijo all those years ago. No, shouldn’t risk it.”

You hummed in response, thinking his concerns fair. “Then what do you suggest?”

“Yomimasu,” He laughed to himself at his suggestion. “They’d be confused as to why someone would name their offspring the action of reading.” His laughter continued as he imagined their reactions to the introduction.

After considering the name for a moment, you ultimately agreed. “I imagine they’d be so caught off guard they wouldn’t question it if you said it in the most serious tone you could muster.” Chuckling at the possible outcomes running through your mind, you mounted Tofu and looked back over your shoulder. “Any more details you want to hash out before we continue onward?”

“Just one more thing,” Even though I can’t call you ‘Princess,’ can I still call you ‘Royal highness’? Because you are a royal pain in my butt, and I don’t believe a name or costume change will diminish that.”

You stuck your tongue out at him before you both kicked your horses into high gear, racing one another towards Camelot, laughing all the way.

“WAIT!” Suga screamed from his position behind you, “I WAS ASKING A SERIOUS QUESTION!”

Laughing harder, you just knuckled further into your racing horse. A face-splitting grin settling upon your features as you thought about the best way to fulfill the Knight’s mission with the chance to be a knight yourself.

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[wonderlandleighleigh]

Burnt Bacon pt 2

Shortly after Young Justice: Outsiders, The Light Finds Wally West first. 

“I need you to sit down.” 

Dick does so automatically. “Is it a surprise?” he asks his girlfriend playfully. “Is it cake?” 

Barbara looks at him sympathetically. “It’s not cake.” 

“Is it... Lucky Charms?” Dick asks. “Frosted Mini-Wheats?” 

“Dick,” Barbara says. “I need you to take this seriously.” 

He watches her carefully, and it quickly dawns on him that yes, there is something wrong.

Something very wrong. 

“On a scale of dis to aster...what are we talking about here?” he asks, reaching over and taking her hands. 

She squeezes his gently before shifting her chair back towards her computer screens and pulling up a grainy feed from…

“Whoa…” Dick marvels as he gets up to look over her shoulder. “Is that the League of Shadows?” 

“It is,” Barbara confirms, zooming the image closer on Ra’s and Talia. “They’re having a naming ceremony. Inducting a new high-ranking member. Someone they trust. Someone the Team and the League are probably going to face in the not-too-distance future.” 

“They get new members all the time,” Dick comments. “Who’s the new guy?” 

“They’re calling him the Majhul,” Barbara tells him. “Loosely translated from Arabic: The Nameless.” 

“Heh,” Dick chuckles. “Naming ceremony for the Nameless. Always knew Ra’s had a dad joke or two...in...his…” he stops talking, and reaches forward, zooming in on the Nameless, staring hard. 

Barbara takes a breath. “This is why I wanted you to sit down.” 

“It can’t be.” 

“Dick…” 

“That’s not possible,” Dick snaps. “That’s not...it can’t be him.” 

“I’ve run some facial recognition,” Barbara says. “It’s a match.” 

“Run it again.” 

“Dick-” 

“Run it again!” 

Barbara swallows and turns back to the computer, zooming in on the face of the man on her feed. 

Early twenties. Red hair. Green eyes. Strong jaw. 

When the program finishes running, it pops with the data. 

                                     MATCH: Wallace West.

“I’m sorry, Dick,” Barbara says gently. “But it could be anything. It could be a Cadmus clone or…” she turns, realizing that he’s gone. “Dick?” 

***** 

Bruce isn’t particularly surprised to see Dick.

But not much surprises him to begin with. 

“Tell me you didn’t know.” 

Bruce pulls back the cowl and steps past his oldest ward towards the bat computer. “You’ll have to be more specific.” 

“Tell me you didn’t know Wally West had been nabbed by the Shadows.” 

Dick sounds angry and desperate and wrecked. Like he’s gone through the stages of grieving all over again in the span of an hour. 

But Bruce can’t tell Dick he didn’t know. 

He knew. 

“You son of a bitch,” Dick snarls. “You knew.” 

“I knew that they had what appeared to be someone that looked like the original Kid Flash,” Bruce tells him. “What I wasn’t certain of was whether it was a trap or not. I was waiting. Waiting for them to send that operative out into the field, so we could be certain.” 

“You said nothing. You did nothing. God knows what they’ve done to him and-” 

“And I said nothing to keep you and the original team from getting yourselves killed,” Bruce says firmly. “You and Artemis would have gone in half-cocked, with Miss Martian and Superboy and Aqualad trying to keep you from dying, and your mission to save him would have failed. You are too close to this, Dick.” 

“Too-!” Dick swallows hard. 

“Dick,” Bruce says gently. “He was your best friend. Your childhood best friend. The first friend you made after the death of your parents. How could you not be too close to this?” 

“I have to save him,” Dick says brokenly. “Babs ran facial recognition, it’s him. I have to save him.” 

**** 

“Your first assignment,” Ra’s says, handing him a photo. “Is to kill this man. It should be quite simple. He has spent a long time out of his little tights, and his death will serve as suitable punishment for a former operative of ours who should know better.” 

The man in the photo is large, but kind-looking. Red hair. Beard. 

Ra’s rests a hand on his shoulder. “Bring me his head.” 

He nods. 

“Yes, Master.” 

***** 

 “This is insane.” 

“It’s him.” 

“Dick…” 

He rounds on Kaldur, eyes blazing. “It’s him! Look at it! The facial recognition-” 

“This is a trap,” Artemis snaps. She looks angry, ready to punch Dick, but he keeps pushing. 

“They would have made a play by now if it were!” Dick cries. “The Shadows have been quiet for months. Too quiet. Because they’ve been hiding him!” 

“It’s not him,” Kaldur says gently. “My friend, I know you want to believe...but...This is likely a trick. Of magic or machinery, I do not know, but-” 

“You won’t even entertain the possibility that it’s really him?” Dick asks, looking around at them, turning to Zatanna, M’gann and Conner. “What about you three?” 

M’gann frets, glancing at Conner, obviously having a telepathic conversation, before turning back to Dick. “It’s...unlikely that it’s really him. And even if it is...there’s no telling what shape he’s in. If he’s in this deep with the Shadows, the chances he even remembers who we are-” 

“It’s not him,” Artemis snaps, glowering at Dick. “And the fact that you, of all people, would be taken in by Ra’s Al Ghul’s obvious trap-” 

“Give me one good reason why it’s not him?” Dick asks.

“Because he’s dead!” Artemis blurts out. 

“And what if he’s not?!” 

“Believe me, he is,” Artemis tells him, looking him in the eyes.  

“Dick…” Zatanna says gently. “I know how much you want to believe…” 

“Fine,” Dick snaps. “Fine. Whether he’s a clone, or the real thing, he doesn’t deserve  whatever the Shadows have done to him. I’m going to get him. Are any of you coming with me?”

No one gets a chance to respond. Their communicators all go off: high priority. 

Dick picks his up, engaging the speaker option. “Nightwing to Watchtower-” 

“It’s NOT The Watchtower,” Will Harper’s voice wheezes. “I was just attacked in my own home. By a ghost. Get your asses over here now.” 

***** 

His first attempt...unsuccessful. 

He’s not certain why.

Looking into the man’s eyes...he just…

Didn’t want to kill him, suddenly. 

Hm. 

Regroup. 

Try again.

***** 

They help Will into a chair. He’s bleeding from his nose and mouth, and he’s got at least a couple of broken ribs and a sprained wrist. 

He coughs and sits back, looking up at the six of them. 

“Would one of you like to tell me why a dead man just tried to kill me?” 

They all look at each other. 

Dick is grinning. “It’s him.” 

“It is not. Him,” Artemis snaps. 

Kaldur sighs and looks to Will. “I am sorry. Dick received intel that the Shadows have trained a new operative. One that looks hauntingly like our deceased friend. 

“Because it’s him!” Dick repeats. 

“Wally is alive?” Will asks, looking emotional. “But-” 

“He isn’t,” Artemis snaps. “Wally is dead.” 

“We don’t actually know that,” Conner points out slowly. “There was no body, after all…” 

“No,” Artemis tells them. “Zatanna sent me to Limbo to see him. He’s...he’s gone.” 

M’gann cringes. “Actually…” 

Conner closes his eyes. “M’gann. Tell me you didn’t.” 

“It’s on me, Conner,” Zatanna says quickly. “M’gann went along with my plan.” 

“Plan?!” Artemis yells. “What plan!? What did you do?!” 

“Hello!” Dick cries. “Guys, we have a brainwashed killer speedster on the loose! We have to find him before he does any more damage!” 

***** 

Barry punches Bruce in the jaw, sending the Batman reeling back from the Flash’s force and speed. 

“You KNEW?!” 

“I was biding-” 

“You knew,” Barry points at him accusingly. “And you didn’t say a word!” 

“What matters now is that we find him,” Kaldur says firmly. “Nightwing and Miss Martian are tracking him down.” 

“What about Tigress?” Green Arrow asks, looking concerned. 

“She’s...taken herself out of the equation,” Kaldur tells them, before turning to Zatanna. “What did you do?” 

“She was threatening to go to Mordu,” Zatanna explains. “Ask him to send her to the spirit world to see Wally one last time. But...but nobody can do that. Not even Fate can do that.” 

Doctor Fate nods. “It’s true. It is an impossible task. The most likely outcome is the spirit being pulled from the body for good. He would have killed her.” 

“So…” Zatanna goes on. “I...asked M’gann to set up an arena in Artemis’ mind. A space where she could really process her grief. Come to terms with that loss. Gain closure once and for all. She wasn’t mind controlled. Nothing was suggested to her subliminally. But we thought telling her would do more harm than good...letting her believe it was really him…” 

“Is a lie,” Conner snaps. “You lied to her. And about this? You’re supposed to be her friends.” 

“You know what, Conner?” Zatanna snaps, clearly over his attitude. “It was either try to do something to help her, or let her go to someone who would have gotten her killed. She left us very little choice.” 

Conner glowers at her. “At least the choice would have been hers.” 

***** 

“You should have tried harder to talk Artemis down,” Dick says over their psychic link. “Lying to her was wrong.” 

“She didn’t leave us much choice,” M’gann says sadly. “My worst fear was that she’d go to Mordu or Klarian, and they would...they would bring Wally back.” 

“Why would that have been a bad thing?” 

“Haven’t you ever paid attention to Zatanna when she talks about these things? He would have come back wrong,” M’gann explains. “Look at the mess we’re in now. Wherever he was, he clearly did come back wrong.” 

“We can get him back,” Dick tells her as they move quietly through Star City’s streets. 

“What if we can’t?” 

“We can-” 

“But what if we can’t?” M’gann asks. “What if...what if this is just who he is now? What if there’s nothing left of the Wally we knew and loved?” 

Dick stops running, turning to glower at her. “Listen to me. Wally is our friend. And he’s alive. We will get him back.” 

“Dick-” 

“I will get him back.” 

[squirrel-moose-winchester]

Heartbeat Confession

Title: Heartbeat Confession

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2511

Summary: Sam and Dean are sent on a Wendigo case. Since Sam’s best friend, Y/N, is close to town, he decides to invite her along hoping to get Dean and her on better terms. Although Dean and Y/N don’t get along, a confession is revealed.

Warnings: Slight Angst, Fluff, Minor Character Death, Slight Mature Language.

A/N: This fic was inspired by a couple of quotes from Supernatural, Season 1, Episode 2: Wendigo (quote/prompt will be in bold). It set off a thought in my head and eventually began to manifest into something bigger (not too big, but bigger than the initial thought I had), so I wrote it down to share with you all. I hope you like it! If you do, let me know! If you don’t, then that’s okay. You may go about your day!

Disclaimer: Gif found on google.

“It’s chow time, you freaky bastard!” Dean shouted. “Yeah, that’s right. Bring it on, baby! I taste good!” He added.

Such a cocky son of a bitch.

“Tch, I bet you taste bitter,” you grumbled, rolling your eyes as you did.

Dean shifted his face, glancing over at you with a scornful glare, “and you’d taste salty,” He retorted.

“Seriously guys? Can you not do this right now?” Sam interrupted, completely done with his brother’s and best friend’s never-ending bickering. It was indifference at first sight and Sam was determined to get you guys to break that barrier and become buddies, which was why you were on the case in the first place. Sam thought bringing you on a case would bring you and Dean closer together, but he was quickly beginning to regret it.

“Sorry Sam, your brother just gets under my skin,” you muttered, tossing a small pebbled at Dean’s head.

“Hey!” He snapped, his eyes filled with fiery green flames. You smirked in return. “The feeling is mutual, sweetheart.” There was venom in his voice, Dean really didn’t like you, and deep inside your gut it hurt, but then again, you couldn’t care less. You weren’t exactly sure what ticked you off about him, but ever since that one night at the bar, after he left with some brunette with big boobs, you had seen him in a different light, and from then on, you found him intolerable.

“You guys are such children!” Sam groaned, trudging ahead of you and his brother.

“She started it,” Dean stated, passing you to catch up with Sam.

“Real mature there, Deano,” you mumbled, following the brothers.

“The both of you just cut it out!” Sam scolded.

As you took a step, the ground beneath your foot gave out making you trip and fall, causing you to hiss at the slight pain in your ankle. Dean turned noticing you and was about to help when a rumbling sound made all of you go still, listening to what it could be.

Dust and stone began to fall between you and Dean, and just before Dean and Sam could leap in to save you, the cave had given out and a wall of stone separated you from the guys.

“Y/N!” You could hear Sam and Dean calling for you.

“I’m okay!” You shouted back, swatting the dusty air while removing your foot from the hole. You aimed your flashlight to examine the extent of your injury only to find out that it was sprained. Inwardly cursing yourself, you studied the area where you had stepped. You grimaced when you noticed that it wasn’t by accident. This was a trap, deliberately set there. The hole was too precise to be an accident, and the coincident with the falling rocks was too perfect. It had to be some sort of button or trigger to let the rocks fall and separate you from the others. “Shit,” you whispered, ignoring the Winchester’s calling your name.

Growling echoed through the caves, silencing Sam and Dean on the other side. You held your breath attempting to listen to where it was coming from, pointing your flashlight in front of you, down the long tunnel. Was it on your side, or was it there’s? The growl came again, and you could feel the vibrations around you and a gust of wind hit your face. It was coming from your side!

The shouting started up again, Sam and Dean screaming your name. They must have had also realized where the sound was coming from. There was noise coming from the makeshift wall that was blocking you from the guys. You could only guess that they were trying to pull the rocks away. Without hesitation and ignoring the throbbing pain in your ankle, you too did your hurried best to clear an opening.

The growling was getting louder and the panic in you started to pick up. All you had on you was your gun, a knife, and your flashlight, all the things that wouldn’t do anything to kill the monster. Sam had the backpack with all the flares, gasoline, and matches.

“Son of a bitch!” You heard Dean curse, his voice muffled by the barrier. You figured that they were having the same problem as you were. Every time you removed a stone, another would only fall to take its place.

“Dean, it’s coming from my side,” you gritted, forcing a rock to move.

After a few failed tugs, your body went stiff. Hair softly flew to the front of your face as warm air fanned against your neck. As still as possible, you slowly and discretely moved your hands for your gun, but before you could even get your hand remotely close to it, your body was swept away and there was nothing but scorching pain. All you remembered was screaming until everything went black.

While Sam and Dean dug through the rubble as fast as they could, they jolted back a little when they heard you scream followed by a gravely growl. Their eyes widened with fear, Dean mossy orbs turning into raging emerald flames. He wasn’t going to let that bastard take you, not while he was alive.

“Dean!” Sam called to him but Dean didn’t stop. He kept moving the rocks away, desperately trying to get a clearing. “Dean! C’mon, this is useless! Let’s hurry and find another way around. These caves are all interconnected; we can find another way. She has time.”

“We don’t know that!” Dean hissed, staring at his younger brother. “Look, Y/N is my best friend. I want her safe and back at our side too, but we need to think about this. Remember what you told me? ‘Work smarter, not harder’.”

Dean was silent for a second, his jaw clenching and flexing in the dim light from their flashlights. “Fine. And next time, don’t you ever quote me to me!”

Sam rolled his eyes. “She’s gonna be okay. She’s tough, not to mention a badass.”

“Yeah, I know. But we should have been protecting her.”

“And we will. We’re gonna save her.”

Dean cared for you a lot. Although he did very little to show it. Sam knew as well, despite all the bickering, harsh teasing, and glaring glances, he knew that they were all a defense mechanism on your end and Dean was just being stubborn.

You didn’t have to say anything for Sam to know. He was your best friend after all. That night Dean left with a girl from the bar hurt you, and since then, you pushed him away with hatred forcing yourself to believe the lies you were telling yourself. Dean in turn, thought about you constantly, wished that things were different, but he wasn’t doing anything to help the situation. He just made it worse by adding fuel to the fire.

A throbbing sensation coming from your head broke you away from the dream you were having. A dream filled with Dean. The metallic taste in your mouth brought you back to reality, making you sigh and curse inwardly. Your wrists were in pain and your ankle felt like knives were being pushed into them. When your eyes finally did open, everything was black. You couldn’t see anything until your eyes adjusted, enabling you to see the bare minimum in the pitch darkness.

Bones were scattered all over the ground, backpacks and other materials gathered in a pile. On either side of you you noticed two other people suspended off the ground by ropes tied around their wrists. You peered up to see that you were bound the same way. Groaning in agony and frustration, you tried to wriggle yourself to test just how tight the ties were, and they were pretty damn secure.

“Hey. Hey!” You whisper-shouted, hoping to get one of their attentions.

“It’s no use,” someone spoke. “We’re goners.”

You followed the voice to the man on your left. He was battered up much worse than the woman on your right.

“Are you Josh?” You questioned, disregarding what he said earlier.

“How’d you know?” He responded back.

“Well, I’m here to save you.”

He groaned. “That makes me feel a lot better,” he mumbled, sarcasm rich in his tone. “I mean, I don’t mean to be ungrateful, but how the hell are you supposed to save us when you’re in the same boat?”

“I didn’t come alone,” you told him in a matter-of-fact voice.

“Then where are your pals?”

“Don’t worry about it, their coming,” you spat, unable to keep your temper in check.

Another moaning sound filled the dank cave. It was the girl.

“Oh god, why am I still alive?” Her voice shook violently, tears streaming down her cheeks. She might have looked better than Josh, but she sounded so much worse.

“Hey, calm down. What’s your name?” You asked.

“T-taylor,” she stuttered.

“Hey Taylor, don’t worry, my friends are coming.”

“No, you don’t understand. It’s gonna come back and kill me! I’m next. I’ve been here the longest!” She sobbed.

You were about to say something when growling filled the room. Taylor screamed, fear evident in her voice. She was begging for mercy, begging for the wendigo to let her go, but her screams instantly turned into gurgling and then silence.

“No!” Josh shouted, mortified at what he had just witnessed.

You on the other hand had your eyes wide open, your heart thumping violently against your sternum and rib cage. Death came with this life you lived, and you’d think that you’d be used to it by now, but you didn’t. It never got better, it only got worse. Another name, another body, another innocent human under your belt, knowing that you couldn’t save them.

As quick as the wendigo appeared, it was gone, leaving you and Josh in the aftershocks of what you both experienced. “No,” your voice was soft with tremble.

“Shit, I’m going to be next!” Josh’s voice wavered. It wasn’t the confident and sarcastic voice from earlier, it was laced with hopelessness and fear. You felt horrible, the guilt beginning to eat away at you.

Some time in the middle of Josh’s shameless weeping, your focus was drawn back to your ankle, wrists, and the thumping in your head. The pain was becoming too intense that you eventually blacked out.

A familiar scent and the motion of your body bouncing, brought you back to full consciousness. You let out a gasp and then a grunt as your arms tightened around Dean’s neck. “Dean,” you breathed.

“I got you sweetheart,” he huffed. You had no clue how long he had been carrying you, but you were so glad that he was, that he and Sam had rescued you, that you were safe.

“This way,” you heard Sam’s voice. Just a few feet ahead, Sam had Josh clung around his shoulder, steadying him as they walked.

“What happened?” You whispered in Dean’s ear. He let out a soft grunt, but loud enough for you to hear before he spoke.

“We found you and we don’t know where the son of a bitch is,” he explained briefly.

“I can walk,” you told him.

“Shut up and let me get you out of here. I don’t want you passing out again.” A pout formed on your lips, not wanting to argue with your savior.

Glancing behind you, all you could see was blackness, your eyes needing to adjust. As Dean took a turn, following Sam’s lead, an opening appeared. The light at the end of the tunnel was enough to give you the slightest sliver of hope.

There was another tunnel on the side, the same one the three of you decided to take instead of going straight when you entered. Sam passed it with ease, Dean following suit. Just as you and Dean was about to pass the tunnel, you gasped, but it was too late. The monster lunged forward, crashing into you and Dean, sending the both of you flying towards the wall. Dean had fallen unconscious being that he had taken most of the blow. You scrambled to move him out of the way just in time to save him from being squashed, but not enough time to get your ankle out of the way. You screamed knowing that the sprain was more than that now. Your ankle was broken.

“Shit!” You cursed, tears unwillingly making their way down your face.

Just as the wendigo stood up straight, most likely about to kill you, it went up in flames, screeching in anguish. Sam had shot a flare gun at the monster. You held on to Dean as you watched it burn. Sam was at your side in a second, grabbing Dean while Josh carefully lifted you off the ground bridal style, not wanting to disturb your broken foot.

Out in the clearing, you all took a deep breath of fresh air, feeling most of the weight fall off your shoulders. Josh set you down on a boulder, before slumping down on the ground beside you. Sam laid Dean on the earthy floor breathing heavily as he attempted to wake up his brother.

“Dean, hey. C’mon man, I need you to wake up.” Sam gave Dean’s cheek a little smack which earned a growl from the older Winchester.

Dean sat up, rubbing his head to soothe the bruise quickly forming.

“Hey Dean, how you feeling?” You asked from your seated position, wincing slightly at your ankle.

“C’mon, let’s get a move on,” Sam stated, standing up before going over to Josh and helping him up, slinging his arm over his shoulder like he did before. “I need you to carry Y/N, she busted her ankle trying to save you,” Sam smirked.

Dean shrugged it off and didn’t hesitate to take you into his arms. You don’t know why, but your face heated up. There was something in the way that Dean held you, firm, tight, and secure. It made you feel safer than you’ve ever felt before. Even though Josh had carried you this way not long ago, knowing that it was Dean sent your heart aflutter.

“Your heart is pounding,” he mumbled, loud enough for only you to hear.

“Yeah? Well, so is yours,” you replied, and it was true. You could feel the pulse of his heartbeat through his chest.

“It’s just the effect you have on me,” he confessed, not bothering to make eye contact with you and fixing his gaze on his brother’s back.

“W-what?” you stammered, not believing what Dean had just said.

“I’m not gonna repeat myself,” he scoffed, a dust of pink forming on his cheeks.

Unable to control the butterflies in your stomach and how full your heart felt by his rough voice, you wrapped your arms around his neck tighter, pulling him closer to you and pressed your lips to his. Dean stopped in his tracks, shocked at first but quickly reveling in the foreign feel of you. It was not what he had ever imagined. It was better.

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·         [ DAY 3 ] FRIENDS / ENEMIES

 It was supposed to be a simple mission. Well, damn if McCree didn’t have a nickel for every time he’d heard that phrase. They had been positioned about ten miles west of Santa Rosa, at a ranch that was supposedly acting as a cover for Deadlock gun trafficking. All they were supposed to do was get in, plant some tracking devices in the shipment, and get out. Their mission was to figure out where the guns were going, not to stop it.

He and Genji had gotten in fine, and the timing had seemed perfect: a late night storm had blown in out of nowhere, the clouds hiding the moon and the sudden pounding rain muffling the sounds of their break in. Planting the trackers was easy enough, but they’d been spotted upon their exit by a Deadlock thug who had left his patrol to go take a piss, of all people.

That’s how McCree found himself sprinting through sagebrush, dodging bullets, through a New Mexican summer storm. Genji was faster than he was, and had some sort of cybernetic enhancement that let him see in the dark, so he had taken the lead. Only the glowing red lights and the occasional flash of lightning let McCree see where Genji was, and he did his best to follow, hoping that the ninja knew where he was going and wasn’t just running blindly into the desert.

Gunshots still cracked through the air behind him, mixing with the roll of thunder. McCree heard the whistle of a bullet narrowly missing his ear, and thought he saw the lights ahead of him jerk, but he couldn’t be sure if that was just Genji darting over sagebrush or not. A moment later, the lights vanished.

“Genji??” McCree plowed onward, tearing through a stubborn, shrubby clump of sage. “Genji!” He looked frantically through the dark, trying to see where the ninja had gone, and completely missed the steep drop off until he’d put one foot over it, falling a good six feet into the ditch Genji had dropped down into.

He landed face first in the ditch, already a few inches deep with muddy water, sputtering as he clambered to his hands and knees. “Genji? What in the hell-”

Genji appeared beside him, roughly helping haul him to his feet. “They will not be able to see us down here. We can follow this ditch to flank around them and get back to the rendezvous point!”

McCree could barely make out Genji’s voice through the torrential roar of rain, and it took him a moment to figure out what he’d said. A flash of lightning tore through the night, giving McCree a better look at the deep irrigation ditch they were standing in, ankle deep in rushing rainwater. Genji grabbed McCree’s arm and tried to haul him forward to follow the ditch’s path.

“What? No!” McCree pulled away, shouting over the storm. “Genji, we have to get out of here! Climb, get out of this ditch!” He grabbed the cyborg by the wrist and tried to pull him toward the ditch wall. “Now, now!”

Genji pulled his wrist away and started to argue, but McCree couldn’t hear him over the roaring storm.

“Shut up! Come on, we have to go! Get out, get out!” An increase in the roaring in McCree’s ears and the feeling of the rising water spilling into his boots was all the warning he had before the flash flood was upon them. A wall of water crashed into McCree’s back, sending him flying into Genji before the flood sent them both tumbling head over heels. McCree was already disoriented, trying to figure out which way was up. Strong arms wrapped tightly around him as he tumbled in a tangle of limbs.

The first impact prompted McCree to cling back to the form clutching to him. The second impact drove the air from his lungs and he scrambled desperately for some sort of sign of what was up or down. The third impact cracked against his skull, and then he wasn’t aware of anything at all.

 *****

 It hurt to breathe. There was an ache in his chest and a sharp, raw pain that grated against the back of his throat with every breath. McCree took a deeper breath, but it only made the feeling worse, and he broke into a coughing fit, curling up on his side as he tried to cough his lungs up, mixed with a little dry heaving. He cracked his eyes open, squinting in the bright sunlight.

Oh thank god. He was alive.

“Oh good. You’re alive,” Genji’s voice droned beside him. The ninja was sitting cross-legged beside him, the pair of them sitting in the shade of a particularly tall juniper bush. “I was about to leave you and find the evacuation point on my own.”

McCree groaned and rolled over, not bothering to form a reply. He took his time sitting up, slowly feeling himself out as he tested each movement, trying to figure out how injured he was. Sharp pains made themselves known here and there and everything was blanketed by a throbbing ache all over, but he miraculously didn’t feel the sharp stab of a broken bone. He winced as he pushed himself up to his knees, pretty sure he’d sprained his left wrist. Overall, he’d gotten off pretty damn lucky.

“Shoulda left when you had the chance. Now you get to listen to me lecture you about the dangers of flash floods all the way to the evac point.” He carefully shifted, sitting with his legs splayed out before him, and glanced at Genji. “Deadlock?”

“We lost them. Haven’t seen them since the storm.”

“That’s something, at least. How long was I out?”

“It’s only about nine in the morning. You were out for most of the night,” Genji looked up at the clear sky. “The storm stopped a few hours before dawn. ...It’s strange. You can’t even tell there was a storm last night, apart from the wet ground.”

“That’s the desert for you,” McCree coughed again. He and Genji were both covered in a layer of mud, though it was apparent that Genji had tried to clean himself off, with little success. The cyborg was also making a whirring noise that McCree hadn’t heard before. “Hey, you doing alright? You ain’t gonna rust on me, are you?”

Genji snorted. “Of course not,” His voice softened. “…Though I believe the mud may have clogged some of my exhaust ports. I have been…unsuccessful at clearing the ones on my back.”

McCree could see a few broken juniper branches with mud on the end scattered around Genji. The thought of Genji waiting patiently for McCree to wake up, picking at his cybernetic bits with a stick like a kid playing in mud was almost enough to make McCree laugh. He restrained himself to a lopsided grin instead. “That mean you’re gonna overheat if we don’t make it to evac before it gets hot?”

Genji was silent for a moment and didn’t meet McCree’s gaze. “…I don’t know.”

McCree’s smile faded a bit at his somber tone. He and Genji had been on quite a few missions together, but they didn’t talk about his…ah…condition. Anytime McCree had brought it up, Genji had been evasive or dismissive, frequently changing the subject. McCree was smart enough to know when to stop asking. Most of the time.

“Well, shoot. Get over here and let me finish you up, so we can get outta here without another one of us passing out.” McCree grabbed one of the sticks.

“No.” Genji stood up abruptly.

“Aw, c’mon. What are friends for if not picking mud out of another fella’s exhaust ports?”

“We are not friends.” Genji said with enough force to take McCree aback.

“Alright, alright. Keep your shirt on. Figuratively speaking.” The glare Genji sent him let McCree know in no uncertain terms that he wasn’t helping his situation. “It’s just when a man saves your life and sits by your side until you wake up, you tend to make certain assumptions.”

Genji scoffed, folding his arms. “I did no such thing.”

“I find that hard to believe.” McCree started to rise to his feet. “That flood had me all in shambles, even before I passed out. One of us pulled me out, and it sure as hell wasn’t-” McCree’s left leg buckled under his full weight. Genji was there before he could crumple to the ground, catching him, already putting an arm around him for support.

“S-shit…Might be a little more banged up than I thought. Ankle ain’t right. Sprained or broken.”

“It’s alright. Lean on me.” Genji helped McCree up, supporting him.

“Alright, Not-Friend.”

“Shut up, McCree.”

Genji began heading north, the rising sun on their right. McCree frowned, absently reaching to adjust his hat to block out the sun, only to find it missing.

“Oh…Aw, hell…”

“What is it?” Genji glanced over at him, eyes sharp above his faceplate.

“My hat…I lost my hat…” Of course it was gone. There was no way he could have held onto it during that flood.

“Oh. Is that all?”

“Hey now, Acquaintance. Don’t you be dismissing the loss of a gentleman’s hat. I’m in mourning, here. Have some compassion,” McCree put his free hand to his chest, resting over his heart. “I’ve had that hat for years. Pretty cold of you, Shimada, saving me but not my hat. A right tragedy.”

Genji rolled his eyes. “I’ll buy you a new hat.”

“Nothing could ever replace it.”

“I’ll get you a better hat.”

“No such thing.”

“I’ll find one with bullets on it. It’ll be the ugliest thing you’ve ever seen. You’ll love it.”

“Now why would an Associate of a fella, who is definitely not a friend, go through the trouble of buying his Not-Friend a new hat?”

“To get you to shut up.”

“Partner, if all it took to get me to shut up was a promise of a new accessory, I’d-” McCree broke into a coughing fit, clinging to Genji. Genji slowed to a stop, holding McCree securely, letting him ride the fit out. “…Hell…Thanks.”

“Of course,” Genji continued steadily toward the evacuation point. “…After all, what are Not-Friends for?”

McCree smiled beside him.

Not-Friends, indeed.

 *****

Bonus:

 “Hey, you didn’t give me mouth to mouth, did ya?”

“…ofcoursenot.”

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