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[rustyironskillet]

Day 12: Time Travel

“Sooooo Phantom, do ya have any siblings?” Kid Flash asked as he tried to make small talk with the newest recruit to the team.

A few days ago, Young Justice was called to a meeting by Batman where he introduced their new team mate, Phantom. Phantom was a tough looking dude, he was jacked and towered over them all, even Conner!

Batman didn’t give them much information about the guy but apparently John Constentine was the one who suggested him for the team since he needed “community service hours”.

The dude was currently drinking some soda next to the computer as Red Robin searched for any new info on their latest mission. He turned his attention away from the can, and stared at Wally, his red eyes piercing into his soul.

“Why?” 

“Well we are all about to go on a mission together and none of us really know you so I think it’d be best if we all got to know you better,” that was half true. Mostly Wally was just being nosey, but the dude really did make everyone nervous since he was this really tough dude with blood red eyes and apparently was here because John Constentine said he needed community service hours???? Constentine typically say some wild shit, but what the fuck do you mean by community service? Wally knows you can’t use those for school, he’s tried, and what else gave you community service? Juvie and prison!!

Phantom stared at him hard for a few seconds, his eyes searing into the back of Wally’s skull before saying, “Okay fine”.

The answer surprised everyone in the room, I mean the guy had barely even spoken the last few days and had rejected every question about his personal life.

“Depending on how you see it, I have 2 to 4 siblings”

“Is your father a serial adopter too?” Tim joked.

“Yes and no”

“Huh?” 

“It’s pretty complicated,” Phantom shrugged, seemingly deciding to end the conversation there and taking another swig of his drink.

However, Tim, out of annoyances of every attempt to get to know this jerk being thwarted and a bit of confidence his family was more complicated, decided to challenge Phantom’s statement.

“Ehh, it probably isn’t as complicated as my family, we got about 50 more siblings adopted each month, all with lots much trauma”

At this, Phantom narrowed his eyes at Tim.

“I see what your doing, your trying to get me to talk tell you guy more about my family by acting like yours are more insane”

“Am I?” Tim asked, trying to hide the shivers going down his spine from the way Phantom was staring at him.

Phantom to a huge swig of his soda, emptying it and throwing it into the garbage, before fully turning to Tim.  

“You’re lucky I am always good for competitions, now sit down this is going to take a bit”

Tim gladly obliged and soon everyone sat around Phantom as if it were storytime in kindergarten.

“Okay, so at first I only had an older sister and my parents” Phantom began, “but then they died because of a mistake I made and I had to move in with my evil godfather”

Megan raised her hand and asked, “Isn’t a godfather someone who is very close to the family? Why would your parents choose an evil person?”

“‘Cause my dad was oblivious to this and though they were good friends even though the dudes tried to kill him multiple times”

“I see,” Megan lowered her hand, no less confused.

“There I went mad with grief and had him remove my humanity and tried to kill all of humanity”

“I think that was a bit of an overreaction,” Wally joked.

“You tried to kill all of humanity? Why weren’t we told of this when it happened?” Kaldur'ahm asked.

“That was in a different timeline, I was a big enough problem that they gods tried to kill the younger version of me to stop me, so to avoid dying, my younger version decide to try to defeat me and the only reason he did was cause I was underestimating him,” Phantom emphasized the last part because he had to stress he didn’t not lose to a 15 year old boy because he was weaker than him.

“What happened next?,” Artemis asked, completely inraptured in the story.

“I was then imprisoned for sometime before escaping, causing problems and then realizing that causing younger mean the same pain I experienced won't bring my loved ones back,” Phantom continued to explain, “so I am now going to therapy, doing community service, and got the majority of my powers taken away”.

“Is your therapist open to seeing new patients?” Konner asked.

“No, but this timelines version of my sister is and she has a lot of experience so I can give you her number instead”

“Sure, that’ll work”

“Okay,” Phantom said before writing her number down and handing it to Konner, “The thing is I can’t go back to living with my real parents because they don’t know that I am Phantom so I have to go back to living this timelines version of my godfather”

“You gotta be kidding me” Tim groans.

“Exactly what I said!!” Phantom put his arm up defensively, “Fortunately, this version is a little better, he is no longer tiring to kill my dad and has stopped chasing after my mom, he did clone the other of me and now there is a genderbent version of him but my godfather treats her like a princess and will not stop spoiling her, which I am also guilty of”

Phantoms continues to explain more and in the back of Tim's mind he remembers he was supposed to be doing something but honestly this conversation was too good to care.

“Anyways that's how I technically have 2 to 4 siblings, Jazz and Elle are permanently my sisters and I love them so much, and even though the other Jazz is technically the same as this Jazz, I still think of her as someone else, someone I miss dearly. Also if I considered this Jazz my sister, I guess I’d have to considered the other me as my brother”

“Damn bitch your family is crazy” Wally said, happy he finally managed to get through Phantom’s tough skin.

As they finished up their storytime, the Zeta-tubes activated and Red Tornado and an upset looking Batman walked to the group.

“You all were supposed to leave thirty minutes ago”

[chexxycheol]

Chapter 7. Piece of Happiness || 13 Forget-Me-Nots

Seventeen x Reader

title 13 Forget-Me-Nots or 13 Eternal Loves

synopsis You couldn't wait for your 20th birthday to finally reveal the one person you'd spend the rest of your life with. Well the 13 peopleyou'd spend the rest of your life with. Or that story where reader has 13 soulmates, who happen to be idol group seventeen

genre Fluff, Angst, Romance

tags Soulmate!au, Idol! seventeen x Non-idol! reader, OT13 x Reader, Seventeen x Reader.

warnings Anxiety, Mature language, Inconsistent upload schedule, Reader is gender neutral but sometimes certain depictions lean feminine.

⚘ author constructive criticism is welcomed and my asks are open for feedback! this story is a work of fiction and should be separated from reality. thank you and enjoy!

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It had been a few days since your phone call with Mingyu and he had texted you every day either to complain about everyone being mean to him or just to talk to you. You did set up a time to meet everyone, but you had to meet with Seungcheol and their company first. 

It wasn’t your first rodeo when it came to this type of stuff, having to go through it with JYPE. Though this time it’s different, it’s now to deal with your soulmates.

You arrive in front of the HYBE building, thanking the driver they had sent for you, and head into the lobby of the tall building, you head to the front desk and get checked in before being escorted to the conference room where Seungcheol and their management team would be waiting for you.

As you round the corner you can see two people talking, you notice it’s Mingyu who can see you and someone else who has his back to you. They were talking quietly before Mingyu saw you from behind him and smiled at the man before nodding his head in your direction causing the man to turn around.

Seungcheol turned around and was stunned by how beautiful you were, though your demeanor was uncertain being there but he knew this meeting had to happen. 

“Hello, I’m Y/N” You introduced yourself bowing to the unfamiliar man.

“Hello I’m Choi Seungcheol, It’s nice to meet my soulmate” He smiled widely at you, good grief he was handsome. You were now sure all your soulmates were extremely handsome.

“Nice to meet you, Seungcheol” You smiled at him.

“Please call me Cheol” He wanted to sit there and get to know you but knew this meeting had to happen before proceeding with anything else.

You enter the room behind Mingyu and see Woozi and Joshua sitting there talking to a woman with a computer in front of her. They both look up at you smiling once they see you arrived. 

A man approaches you introducing himself as SEVENTEENS manager and goes around the room introducing everyone else before starting the meeting.

They ask you basic questions, then they immediately got down to business. Your soul mark.

“If you don’t mind, we’d like to see your soul mark. All the members present in here will show theres as well but if you’d be more comfortable with it showing it to a female staff members then we can make it work” The manager laid it out for you. Though you didn’t mind showing it because some of your shirts were low cut or off the shoulder, but being in the room with a bunch of men with only 4 woman present didn’t help ease your nerves either.

“With all due respect Woozi, Mingyu, and Joshua have already seen it. Isn’t that enough?” You were on guard now.

“We understand that, but to ensure the protection of our artists we need to verify it is the same mark to ensure you’re not a stalker” Their manager, though his voice stern along with everyone's demeanor in the room, his eyes showed some sympathy. This wasn’t the first time this had happened apparently.

You hesitated but pulled down your shirt enough to show your mark, a female staff member came next to you and held your hand. She smiled at you and her warm gesture was enough to give you some confidence.

Seungcheol stared at it, seeing the array of colorful and colorless flowers and he wondered which one that was colored was his. Your mark now had 4 flowers showing the blue color.

“The rest of you, show us your marks” 

Seungcheol and Mingyu pulled their right arms out of their sweaters and showed their biceps, Woozi removed the bandaid behind his left ear, and Joshua extended his left hand onto the table. All their soul marks now had a soft blue color to them.

“Well I think this is enough proof we need, we would like for you to sign a nondisclosure agreement known as an NDA. Are you familiar with it?” The man sitting across from you pushed a packet of papers to you.

“Yes, I am” You began to skim through it as the man talked more, assuming it was someone from their legal team.

“It’s pretty standard” You nodded but noticed in the agreement it required you to move to Korea.

“I see a problem, I can’t move to Korea. I’d like to stay in the States and finish my studies before moving here” You slide the paper back to the man, Seungcheol looks at you incredulously.

“We understand that and we can transfer you to any university of your choosing out here” The man tried to bargain with you.

“No, I will finish my studies in the States and then move here” You stood your ground, the other parts of the NDA were standard, but this was one of the things you had thought long and hard about.

You would not move wherever your soulmate(s) were, you wanted to finish your studies where you chose to go to school, you didn’t care if it was the top university in the world, you chose this school and would finish your degree there.

The man sighed before pulling out his computer to modify the document. Seungcheol was shocked, he admired how firm you were. 

“The changes have been made, I'll be right back to go grab the updated agreement”

He exited the room and left you with the members and their team, your phone was blowing up. Felix was texting you asking for updates.

“I’m Rin, I’m one of the managers” She smiled warmly at you. She had a motherly presence to her.

“Thank you for that” You held her hand and conversed with her more before the man entered the room you figured out his name was Daejung. He was supposedly really nice but his attitude always changed when it came to work, but outside of work, he was supposedly nice.

“The document is fixed, please read it over” He slid the updated version in front of you and you read it once more before signing it and sliding it back to him.

“Perfect, we’ll leave you all be. If any more problems arise please don’t hesitate to reach out. We’ll be in contact” He handed you his card and walked out with everyone, leaving you with Joshua, Seungcheol, Jihoon, and Mingyu

“How’re you?” Joshua asked in English trying to make you more comfortable talking in a language you were more familiar with.

“I’m okay, it was different from when I had to sign the NDA for JYPE but it wasn’t too bad” You smile at him.

“Which flower is mine?” Seungcheol cut in from the head of the table. They were scattered around the big table.

“Oh! It’s this one” You pull your shirt down enough and point to the flower, he stares at it amazed.

“So we understand if you don’t want to do this but” Joshua stops looking at the other members in the room.

“The others are here for practice and we’d like to meet you, they don’t know you’re here so it’d be a surprise. No pressure though” Joshua quickly says the last part. 

You thought about it throughout the last few days and though you were hesitant to meet them considering you would be meeting 9 more people all at once but figured meeting them wouldn’t be too bad.

“I’ll meet everyone as long as it’s just us in the room, this is an intimate moment for all of us” Seungcheol let out at breath he didn’t know he was holding, Mingyu had the biggest smile on his face and the other two were smiling at you.

“So what are we waiting for? Let’s meet the rest of my soulmates!” You say with genuine happiness. 

You thought surprising them was a nice idea so you all devised a plan to meet them in the practice room.

Seungcheol walked into the practice room quickly asking their managers to get all the staff out so you could meet them without it being a show for others. 

Their managers got the staff present out of the room saying there was an ‘emergency meeting’ and the others didn’t seem to mind, stuff like that was normal so they all decided to continue stretching, lounging, and or sleeping to kill the time.

What nobody saw was Joshua set up his phone to capture this moment between them all.

Seungcheol called them all to the middle of the room to talk.

“This better be good, if we have to talk about whatever this is” Hoshi grumbled to Jun who was half awake.

“Does this have to do with our soulmate? Do they not want to meet us? Do they not want to be our soulmate?” Dk asked hoping this wasn’t that type of talk to break their hearts. They didn’t notice you open the door and close it quietly, their figures blocking the reflection of the door.

“Now who said I didn’t want to be your soulmate?” You chimed in from behind them, causing all their heads to snap in your direction.

Their faces were a mix of shock and longing before a tall man who looked like he was ready to cry approached you.

“Hello, I’m Y/N. Your soulmate” You introduce before the room erupts into chaos. 

The man in front of you immediately picked you up and hugged you, spinning you while the others started to cry from the happiness of seeing you, meeting you.

“Ya!” Woozi yelled, getting everyone's attention. 

“I think we should properly introduce ourselves,” He said, reading Seungcheols mind. The tall man put you down before Seungcheol called out

“Say the name! Seventeen! Hello, we are Seventeen” Seungcheol started. Most all had tears but the biggest smiles on their faces.

Maybe having 13 soulmates wouldn't be so bad.

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[mortalscience]

criminal minds 18x08 Tara thoughts behind cut (SPOILERS)

oh, my sweet, sweet, Tara. MY GIRL. I knew this would be an emotional journey for her and it was. ;_; also could like, the show chill on the dead parent trauma for five minutes though? LMAO. i really loved it though, i saw a lot of myself in tara in this episode. i cried like 3 times hahaha. "how can you all just go on? the world needs to stop and feel what i'm feeling." <- REALLLLL. "they don't want to know what it was like for me: a motherless daughter" <- OH OKAY JUST COME FOR ME. tara coming to terms with her anger and grief regarding her mom, probably the one lingering issue she had, so that it would free her up to move forward in life, was a wonderful journey. <3 couldn't be me tho, i'll never get married hahahaha.

which, dude, I thought everyone was lowkey reaching about the tarbecca engagement, how did y'all predict that? LOL. i just went along for the ride cause it was a cute idea but damn. props. you guys called it. it was so sweet! and everyone was so happy. rossi shouting in italian! and that cut to jj - i think it was lowkey a little healing for her to see this for tara. and penelope about to explode from joy lmao. nothing she loves more than a BAU engagement. it was really great for the team to have a nice, happy moment. (and i'm sure it's the calm before the storm of whatever the hell is gonna go down in the last two eps of the season.)

hooray for the return of the codependent BAU team, having all their major life events happen in front of or with each other, LOOLLL.

GARVEZ MOMENT!!!! luke and penelope standing next to each other during the proposal and a shoulder bump :D :D :D :D :D my cutiesssssssss!

not me partially predicting some stuff in this episode in this fic i wrote hahaha. sadly, instead of luke wondering why he couldn't get ahold of penelope, it was emily. hilarious though, when emily walked into voit's room and saw penelope and was just like aughhhghh. the groan of long suffering acceptance.

poor penelope feeling guilt over tate andrews and equating herself with a serial killer. and it was strangely sweet how voit kind of connected with her in a paternal sense. and it makes sense that voit would like penelope cause she's the only one that's been kind to him. but i am glad that emily, while obviously feeling a little bit frustrated by penelope, told penelope that she didn't need to explain and that she didn't sound crazy. <3 <3

loved emily's 'tired' speech at the BAU. girl we're all tired, this season has been WIILLDDDD

luke and jj showing up at the hospital and luke shooting eye daggers at evan while he hugged rebecca was so funny to me. he was like STAY AWAY FROM MY BESTIE'S GIRLFRIEND. ASSHOLE.

FRANKLY i'm not entirely sold on evan's innocence - aside from just being a jerk who tried to move in on rebecca while her girlfriend was in the hospital. i feel like the likelihood is low that he is involved - i'm like 95% sure he really was just a red herring all along - but it just still seems off. could be because the actor is playing him so smarmy. haha.

the unknown potential maria jones connection has got me about ready to go back and watch that episode to look for clues myself hahahaha. I NEED TO KNOW!

voit referenced "collateral damage" - meaning all the people who died because they crossed paths with him - of which 'CollateRal' is the name of next week's episode. what does it meannnn. someone will die next episode? or maybe it's to do with whatever's going on with maria jones' case.

what else did voit want to tell tyler about alison?????

tyler thinking penelope's computer wouldn't be locked and touching penelope's stuff. ahaha. that scene made me laugh.

there sure was a lot of stuff pointing the finger at ochoa as the disciple this episode.

we have: ochoa being strangely concerned about voit going back to prison and him needing to "accept" it, the statement of "I believe you are different" in a slightly reverent tone, the suspicion about the disciple being someone who knows all about voit's memory issues so hospital staff are high possibilities and yet emily hand-waving ochoa as a suspect because of her "reputation", ochoa thinking it would be "the best thing for the both of them" for tyler and voit to work together (maybe with the hope that interacting with tyler would revert voit). INTERESTING.

there also sure was a lot of stuff making tyler look bad this episode.

tyler went SO HARD on this evan theory, which if had turned out to be true would have been a point in favor of him not being the disciple. but since evan was framed, it just makes tyler look like he totally went after the guy. D: D: we're not gonna know who the disciple is until we know!! they are throwing so much evidence at both ochoa and tyler at this point hahaha. DAMNIT!! (but omg I am loving this! WHO IS ITTTT. what a great mystery!!!)

all in all, another BANGER EPISODE from what is shaping up to be a legendary season!!

[stevejobsbuysasamsung]

Why 'The Naked Time' says so much about Spock and Kirk's relationship

Okay y'all buckle up, because I'm 'bouta read too much into subtext and symbolism for my own good,,,

In saying that, I feel that this episode reveals so much about Spock and Kirk. It portrays their attitudes and feelings towards love, relationships, and... each other??!?!?!

The premise of this episode is that there is a disease transmitted through touch. It leads the victims the descend into a form of 'madness'. The disease's manifestation is related to the individual's inner psyche; Spock himself says it forces 'hidden personality traits ... to the surface'. This happens to Sulu, who starts to yield a fencing sword towards other crewpeople on the ship. Given his love for fencing, and that he is 'at heart a swashbuckler', the illness has responded to this. This is foreshadowed by the word 'naked' in the title: to mean bare, undisguised, as you are.

Christine Chapel soon becomes ill with this disease. She confesses her love for Spock and reaches out to touch his hands. Spock flinches at first but does not choose to resist as she continues. Significantly, she says she is in love with 'the human Mister Spock, the Vulcan Mister Spock.' Chapel finishes with, 'I do love you just as you are.'

Summarily, Spock becomes incapacitated in two ways; by the physical touch of Chapel, he has the illness; but also by the denigration of logic and surfacing of repressed emotions. I mean, why does Spock hold on to Chapel's fervourous touch and apologises to her profusely, multifold? By what logic would permit this? Surely no logic that abides by the teachings of his Vulcan upbringing.

Spock is visibly overwhelmed by the confession. That, not only is he loved, he is loved as a Vulcan and as a human - a dual identity that Spock struggles to live with.

Importantly, for Spock this disease reveals the unresolved tensions of these identities and the vigorous dedication he has to silencing his human side with Vulcan logic. Spock stumbles out, tearful, and plaintively cries that he is in control of his emotions. He grasps a computer of all things, the zenith of binary choices and answers, of perhaps Vulcan logic. Then, he assures himself that he is a science officer - a professional observer - an identity which would somehow negate the feelings he is experiencing. But even scientists, humans, and Vulcans can experience emotions, and this fact, coupled with the encumberment of this disease, causes Spock to unravel.

The height of this episode, for me, is when Kirk finds him. Through glassy windows of tears, Spock looks to Kirk and laments that he can never tell his mother that he loves her (because he is Vulcan). He then looks to Kirk and says, 'when I feel friendship for you, I'm ashamed'. The emotion that Spock is battling is not grief, anger, sadness, but, let's face it, love.

When they start slapping each other, they actually... tightly hold hands. To me, they're ferociously making out, full pash sesh, heaving petting.

And where, earlier, in a similar embrace, Spock found himself restricted by Chapel, Spock holds on to Kirk's hand for dear life.

This next bit seems like it runs unparallel to Spirk as a ship, but let me explain why it doesn't. Kirk contracts the disease from Spock, and also battles with the impossibility of love as the Ship's Captain. This love is dedicated to his yeoman. Immediately, it seems as if Spock has ... recovered? He switches off, begins to take control of the situation and the impending doom that would occur if they don't get power for something something sciency words something to do with engines. When Spock seeks Kirk in this state, it's as if he has responded to Kirk's lack of affection. The illness appears to recede.

Where this comes full circle is with the writing on the wall (literally). Spock observes, 'Love Mankind' on the wall.

This may relate to embracing his human side, and further his love for Kirk.

Kirk's writing on the wall? In the turbolift, upon finishing his comments about his love for his yeoman, is faced with:

What must Kirk repent for as a sinner? Can I be bold and say this might be about lying as a sin, perhaps?

Anyway. It is 1.30 am, I need to fight with the writers of this episode and I need to put my creative writing skills to use somewhere else, probably. I hope you enjoyed the mess that lives in my mind and my attempt to coherently collate what was a dozen voice messages sent to my best friends who are sleeping. I should probably sleep too...

[rosenkranz-isnt-dead]

To be honest, it’s Saturday, which means it’s time for an All Things essay.

This episode is usually overlooked and only discussed with regards to the off-screen consummation of Mulder and Scully’s relationship. When people do talk about it, they add the obligatory “well it’s not perfect, but-” which is ironic, considering that “perfect” x files episodes are a rarity as it is. It’s certainly an unusual episode, in the sense that there is no x file, Scully is not tortured, and Mulder isn’t compared to Jesus. But let’s dive a little deeper.

First of all, Scully centric episodes (especially ones that don't involve any of the following: 1) christianity 2) punishment for experiencing desire 3) grief 4) violation of her body) are incredibly rare. Scully, for once, is not robbed off her agency, and neither is she tied to Mulder. Here, she is not simply one half of the iconic skeptic/believer duo, she is her own person, free to make her own choices, free to say no. And, unlike in Never Again, her refusal doesn’t cause a scene (I’ve talked about my issues with Never Again here). 

When I was doing my research for Aletheia, I did some reading on the heart chakra. First of all, it doesn’t look like this

but rather like this

But, as Mulder said, the crop circle images were computer generated, so I’m choosing to interpret this as a commentary on AI fuckery lol. But other than an incorrect depiction of it, the rest pretty much checks out: this chakra allows you to love yourself, to develop your capacity to love others and to receive their love. We know this is something Scully struggled with. “I’ve never allowed myself to get too close to people. I’ve avoided emotional attachment,” she says in Christmas Carol. In En Ami, cancer man says something along the lines of “you would die for Mulder, but won’t let yourself love him”. Which is bullshit, of course, like everything in that episode, but I do think Gillian took that into account while writing All Things.  Apparently, an open heart chakra helps restore balance to the body and mind, and allows you to feel relaxed, connected and safe. I’d say this is an accurate description of Scully at the end of the episode. Also, the anahata chakra is associated with the color green, and we all remember Scully’s famous green sweater. I’ve seen posts making fun of Scully’s turn to Buddhism, but is this really more ridiculous than her being catholic, or were you just taught that one is better and more true than the other?

I also appreciate Gillian making references to some of the previous episodes. Her opening lines sound almost like Melissa’s in Christmas Carol:

And "forks in the road" sounds like a nod to Mulder and Scully’s conversation in Monday:

I think it's a nice touch, Scully finally being able to see things from her loved ones' perspective.

Now, let’s discuss something that the x files usually shies away from: queer themes. In All Things, we’re introduced to the first (and, if I’m not mistaken, the last) lesbian character on the show: Coleen. Well, and her girlfriend Carol.

Seeing Scully talk to and heed advice of a woman who isn’t related to her (though even that option was reduced to only her mother early on) is very refreshing. Scully, who at first dismissed Coleen as a New Age weirdo, comes to recognize herself in this woman and feel kinship with her. She feels much more comfortable in Coleen's presence than in the presence of Daniel, who still sees her as a lovestruck twenty-something. This episode is about Scully trying to find herself. Does she really want to spend her weekends, her life, in a basement with Mr Spooky? Wouldn’t she feel more secure working as a doctor, with a man like Daniel by her side? “I want everything I should want at this time in my life,” she tells Daniel. It’s a strange turn of phrase, which sounds like “I try to conform to societal expectations.” Now let’s get back to Coleen, who suppressed her whole identity so much that she became ill. This woman who Scully just met makes her feel seen, which I’m sure is a deliberate parallel with another crop circle-obsessed weirdo who saw right through her on their first meeting, especially considering this scene from the original script:

A lot has been said about the subversion of gender roles on the x files, but I’ll add my two cents too. In the hospital, Scully is forced into this stereotypically feminine role of a homewrecker. The two worlds – before and after she joined the FBI – collide. There are two choices: to continue being a deviant, being in a relationship that isn’t very conventional by societal standards, or to quit and become a doctor, while carrying guilt for something that wasn’t fully her fault. 

The resolution is beautiful, despite the silly montage. Just like Scully’s strict rationality saved Mulder, his crop circle mission saved Scully. Well, and Daniel, I suppose. And while I still have my queer goggles on, this (unfortunately cut) scene reads as Scully coming out:  

Remember Coleen, who was only able to heal once she stopped caring what her colleagues would think about her relationship with Carol? Pair this with Scully chasing that mysterious woman who turns out to be Mulder, and you have canon confirmation of Mulder and Scully being a lesbian couple.

Their conversation at the end feels like another nod to Monday:

This brings me back to Never Again: Scully rebelling against Mulder yet returning to him, feeling like she doesn't have a choice. Here, she chooses him. She's presented with a different path, and not only does she reject it, she dismisses it as "wrong". Never Again is about trauma, All Things is about healing.

It's an excellent episode in an otherwise pretty bleak season, with good pacing and beautiful visuals. The soundtrack works well too, props to Gillian Anderson for having a great taste in music. Weaving her favorite song into the story is a bold choice and I respect it, 10/10.

[etheries1015]

Adult (20+) MC finally figures out how to properly make money, BESIDES working for Azul. Become not only the prefect and be a student, but an on the call designated therapist!

"Crowley, really. I'm far older than the other students, it is not my fault the mirror has brought you a full grown adult rather than another proper student! I finished all of my schooling where I am from, I do not wish to repeat it along side these....kids!" You had complained to him. Well, what was he to do? The mirror had obviously chosen you to be at that school, you had no other merits at the time to offer him, and to simply put it...without a way to go home, what else could possibly occupy your time in a world in which you know nothing about, than gather intel by throwing yourself into the most prestigious of schools? The answer seemed obvious at the time, until you realized just how bad it was.

Teenagers are still teenagers, after all. Especially a bunch of teenage boys surrounded by...well... Other teenage boys. Magic or not, they were still going through any other mental struggles as any normal human. However, putting magic into the mix had surely caused you some...extra unprecedented grief you had never needed to worry about in your world. After what, three? Four? Overblots and life endagerment exibitions, you had an epiphany. With extensive knowledge of the human brain system, life experience, and a plothera of coping mechanisms under your belt, what better way to open the door than to become none other than the designated student body therapist?

With some rather convincing techniques, you had managed to convince Crowley to, as you put it...

"Let me take this off of your plate! You are so busy being such an amazing head master running this school as perfectly as you are, I understand the durasic increase of overblots have your hands tied behind your back! As you know, I am an adult with ample experience in the field of mental health. Although I don't have the documents to prove it as much at this time seeing as they are back in my world....I just know you will not regret hiring me as a therapist."

A few more convincing lines (and perhaps a week of pestering, begging, manipulating-- I mean convincing , he had eventually hired you as the school therapist! With, of course, the expectation that you had to take an additional class to further certify you were able to properly do such a job. (You were kind of mad a bout that, seeing as you knew you were qualified, but hey. Pick and choose your battles I guess. At least you managed to get by with a couple additional classes, instead of a million years of schooling.)

You had a personal office in ramshackle, an empty dorm becoming suitable with your own personal desk, computer, book shelf, and another necessities. You had a location in the main building, the room connected to the nurses office had been refurnished as your main office. Book shelves of self care, items for fiddling with, bean bags, posters with encouraging words, and a desk full of papers, along with other needed items graciously funded by the school (you threatened Crowley at one point, accusing him of not caring of his students.) Of course, being on call meant students may drop by the dorm at any given time for your aid and expertise, so the ramshackle dorm lounge was also redecorated suited for sessions that were a bit more casual.

But of course, you also managed to juggle your studies as a student, wanting to continue to learn about magic. Working on the call was nice, keeping your phone on and excusing yourself whenever official work called for you. Unless you rather not be a student, that is fine, too. Full time therapist work may be the job for you!

Helping students heal one tragic back story at a time seemed perfectly fitting. (You just wanted to finally get paid and recognized for what you were already doing.)

[raptorific]

2024 was not a good year. 2015 was the worst year of my life and then every subsequent year has managed to break that record and then some, and 2024 managed to beat it by a wide margin. The year started with me being very literally trapped for several hours at the scene of a homicide, where a man gave me covid. The second I tested negative, I was woken up at around 5 AM when a leak in my roof causing freezing cold water to rain down on me in the night, and also disabling the light fixture in my room both permanently and literally explosively. The year has continued in that fashion without reprieve until this very moment. I've lost count of how many people I love who have died. I got the news that my best friend died the night before that accursed election. This has been a year of unending sorrow and twists of the knife.

I won't, as many people are, mark the end of this year with joy to see it gone, but with grief for what it should've been. None of this should've happened. It wasn't fair, and it didn't make sense. But this is what happened, and we move forward from here.

I move into the next year grateful for the people I love who kept me afloat, and choosing to remember what I gained while honoring those I lost. I wrote a book this year, hell, I wrote TWO books this year. I cemented lifelong friendships. I bought a computer with money I earned on one hell of a bartending run. I made my niece smile more than a few times. This year should've been all moments like that. It's too bad it wasn't.

Tell your friends you love them while you have the chance. Write that book. Draw that art. Finish that game. Whatever you're saving for a special occasion, do it, because the days might run out without warning, and you could lose the chance forever. And, if you have a minute, toast to my best friend Carrie. One of the greatest women I've ever known, taken far too soon. I knew her from the beginning and she was supposed to be here the whole time. She wasn't supposed to go first, but life doesn't always follow the rules. Now, I have to survive and have a long, interesting life so I have all sorts of stuff to tell her when I see her again.

This is my last post of a uniquely terrible year. Let's break a streak next year and try to actually have a good one. I love you all. Happy New Year.

We will never settle. It would crush our souls.

[emo-hermit]

A series of AVM mental health headcanons and analyses

Decided to write down a few of my mental analyses from when I watched AVM. These are entirely headcanon and stem mostly from personal experience and canon material, where episodes relevant will be cited.

Brief summary from mild to most serious: Green, the extrovert, has social anxiety. Red, Yellow and Purple are the ADHD/Autism/AuDHD trio. TSC has PTSD.

Green has social anxiety.

This mostly stems from his overindulgence in performance, his overconfidence, and his tendency to one-up his friends, prove intelligence, and get distraught at losses or accidents (E35). While the Influencer Arc was a slippery slope from the beginning, Green felt particularly sensitive to the amount of praise, and I imagine that it is from an already-fragile self opinion. His confidence is mostly façade, with the idea that any failure, mistake, or otherwise "poor" action ends with others hating him. He attaches hard to kindness and praise as a result of this, causing his spiral in the Influencer Arc. The more attention he received, the more he felt a 'lack' of it meant hatred, and so on, so forth.

Red has mentioned ADHD. Who's the autism?

My favourite thing about AVM or AVA in general is the usage of body language to depict thoughts, emotions, or dialogue. It's with this body language that I identified Yellow as having particularly odd body language.

This started on my second watch of E30 when I noticed that everyone runs pretty similarly except Yellow. The others have their heads down, body leaning forward and arms thrashing harshly, similar to running in anime and other cartoon media. Yellow is an outlier in that he runs with his back completely straight, arms moving with an abnormally stable force. He takes running very literally.

Alongside this, Yellow is the most emotionally dysfunctional of the CG (Colour Gang). This starts all the way back in S1 with the 'death' of Green, and how Yellow is the one who seems to be struggling to process it. He tries to comfort the others, to no avail. In the start of E23, Blue laments about the separated group, and Yellow continues to appear as if he has not processed the panic yet, or that he believes that panic is unnecessary. He seems to process grief or loss differently to the others, in that he processes it either extremely slowly or not at all. He is logical and literal to a fault.

This, among a few smaller details, gave me the idea that - if anyone in the CG is autistic - it is Yellow. From this headcanon sprung other autistic traits: mostly his special interest in Minecraft logic and mechanics. Yellow is the second in the CG (with the first being TSC, hilariously) to use the computer world to his advantage (AVA8), and is the best with the Minecraft code (the staffs past AVMS3, redstone work, coding). He gets incredibly attached to new technical things, such as the staffs, command blocks and lucky blocks, and has a tendency to lose his common sense when indulging in these items (E19). His ability to take in the information quickly (AVE), alongside forming an obsessive fixation on code and mechanics and logic, gave me the idea of this being his core hyperfixation.

Red is ADHD, Yellow is ASD, Purple... is both.

One thing I noticed regarding body language is that, of the main six in the CG; Red, Yellow, and Purple are the most prone to performing repetitive movements, flapping their arms together and doing other odd wiggles.

Purple, like Red, shares an inconsistent drive - going from impatient and controlling (E9/E10) to hyperactive and overexcited (E21/E22) quickly. He is also very attached to particular objects, such as his elytra.

Purple, like Yellow, shares an inconsistent maturity - being a mix of both emotionally mature and immature. When surrounded by older figures such as King, he attaches quickly and hard, allowing himself to regress mentally (E22) and appear more childlike. This is to say that Purple contains both the ADHD traits in Red and the ASD traits in Yellow, suggesting that he may have both conditions, and have struggles regulating them.

Orange/The Second Coming has PTSD.

While this is a common HC from an angst perspective, I'm coming at this from an analytic point of view. TSC's core points of trauma that continue to affect him are the first half of AVA4, the entirety of AVA S2, and many events from AVM S1 - and these all share a common theme in death. TSC, at several points, has seen his friends almost and actually die - from AVA8, to AVM E8, when he's seen visibly dissociating after the accidental 'death' of Green.

This started with me simply identifying that TSC reacts badly to a lot of stressful situations. He is easily the most paranoid of the CG, being the one that directly rejects returning to the nether (E20), and also being prone to catastrophizing (E11). This paranoia also makes him prone to controlling the actions of others (E11, E20, E24) and getting angry when things don't go his way.

Speaking of anger, TSC has very poor anger management, but this mixes with his fear. The fight sequence in E24 has two main sections, separated by when TSC is holding back against Red, and when his anger takes over. Both at the start and end of the fight, TSC struggles to fight Red, mostly due to his own fear that he can go/has gone too far (AVAS2). When he does lose control, this is even proven as he tries to truly harm Red, and ends up frightening him (Red goes from instigating the fight to running away).

This is all to say that I feel TSC still struggles with the concept of death in the form of post-traumatic stress. Among all this, he also struggles with sleep (I identified him having hypersomniac traits rather than insomniac traits (AVM S2)), has issues trusting others (E20), and is incredibly attached to the people he has almost lost (namely Green but also the rest of the CG). These all come under both common and uncommon traits of childhood PTSD responses.

That was a lot.

The topic of my various analyses started in the Alan Becker server as I stuck my foot in there, but I also wanted to pass this onto Tumblr and Twitter. What do you think? I'd love to spark conversations with people, and also talk about more literal headcanons (I want to make a separate tumblr thread for that).

Either way, I hope this no-image, entirely-text post gave you some ideas or at least a look at how I feel about the CG and their responses to various situations. It's all part of how I write them and I would love to do more with these headcanons - but, for now, I merely talk.

Have a good one! - EMO

[serverusslaype]

Shameless, pt. 8

Severus Snape x professor!reader fic

Shameless Masterpost

omg hi guys.............

i'm so sorry for leaving it this long, i just literally could not write anything, my brain was absolutely fogged up - probably because i had covid unknowingly lmao. this is another long chapter so i hope this makes up for it! <3

thank you for reading and for all your kind messages and support, i appreciate you all so much. i know i say this constantly but i really mean it. stay safe and keep healthy, guys!! love you :')

let's get this train on the ROAD!!!

The summer of '93 was an interesting feat, to say the least. Sirius Black had escaped from Azkaban, and you'd found yourself dating someone you never thought you would.

You had not expected yourself to be caught up in a whirlwind type of romance, especially not by someone you'd despised back in school. Yet, here you were, arm in arm with none other than school menace, Benjamin Bluewater. The two of you were currently strolling through Hogsmeade, wide smiles spread across your rosy-cheeked, cold faces. The snow crunched beneath your feet as Ben wrapped an affectionate arm around your waist, pulling you close against him. You failed horribly at trying to hide the bashful smile that picked at the corners of your shivering lips.

"I'm gonna miss seeing you every other day." Ben said, giving you a squeeze.

"Yeah," you hummed happily, glancing up, "this summer has been very..." You trailed off, struggling to find the words. Ben glanced down at you, a lazy half-smile reaching his lips.

"Unexpected?" He chuckled, finishing your sentence for you.

A grin broke out on your face and Ben leant down to plant a soft kiss against your smiling mouth. "Definitely." You replied against his lips, nodding softly, letting your eyes fall back to the powdery-white trail in front of you as he pulled away. "You can visit me if it gets too hard." You teased, nudging him playfully with your elbow. It'd only been a month and a bit of seeing Ben, but he really had you hooked. Each time you saw him, the agonising thought of you and Snape melted away from your mind a little bit more. You felt like you'd finally got control - he was no longer dictating how you felt. However, you did feel a tad bit guilty. At times it felt like you were using Ben to get over the broody Potions Master. You didn't dare tell him about it either, you were pretty sure that he wouldn't take it well - in fact, you were certain he wouldn't. How would he believe that you'd fallen for the man that used to cause the pair of you grief in school? For starters, he used to be your teacher all those years ago, and secondly, in Ben's mind, he considered Snape an ugly old git.

"I think you'll be the first to crack, Y/N." Ben nudged you back, prompting a playful scoff to fall from your mouth. Ben's lips broke into a grin, pleased with your reaction.

"As if," You choked. "Wait, who was it again that turned up at my door the day after our first date? Oh yeah, you." You scrunched your nose up at him and poked out your tongue, though, your attention was soon hooked by the flash of what looked like a figure dressed in all-black. Your breath caught in your throat as your head snapped to the left, eyes flicking desperately between the forest of pine trees, searching  for what you thought you had seen. Ben picked up on your change in behaviour almost immediately.

It couldn't be, you thought, heart suddenly beginning to race.

"You okay?" His bushy brows furrowed at your unusual skittish demeanour, clearly worried about you. Ben's alarmed voice did not compute in your head. "Hey," His hand slipped from your arm and fell to your wrist, tugging it at it to pull you from your thoughts, inducing a soft gasp from you as you spun on your heel to face Ben. It looked as if you had just seen a ghost of some sort.

"What?" You questioned softly, blinking. Ben stared at you.

"You look like you've just seen a ghost, Y/N." He said, concerned. You swallowed and wet your lips, looking down at the ground as he brushed his thumb tenderly against your wrist.

"I'm alright." You looked back up at Ben, placing a forced smile upon your lips. He didn't seem convinced, though he didn't press you. He gave you the benefit of the doubt. "Just, err, just a little on edge, you know with, erm, the whole Sirius Black thing." You lied, a nervous chuckle leaving your throat.

"I don't think the mass murderer known as Sirius Black would bother himself with a place such as Hogsmeade, Y/N." Ben smiled, almost amusedly at you. You stayed silent, not sure what to say. Ben let his blue eyes to flick between yours, almost like he was attempting to read your mind. You broke the connection and glanced away, an uncomfortable feeling creeping up your spine. Ben sighed gently and looked ahead of the two of you. The town of Hogsmeade was settled in the distance, shrouded in a cloudy mist. An idea popped in his mind. "Would a tea or a hot beverage of some sort make you feel a little better?"

"Um, yes, I could go for a tea." You nodded lightly, looking back to Ben. A small smile graced his features as he let his warm hand slip into yours. The corners of your lips tugged upwards a little. Ben felt at ease once more as your pretty face was lit up with that bright smile of yours. He couldn't resist placing another sweet kiss upon your lips.

"Alright. Let's go, I know just the place."

You laid on your bed in your quarters at Hogwarts, the pale sunlight peeking through your curtains was slowly ceasing as the evening began to set in. Your mind was constantly reeling back to yesterday afternoon. You continuously replayed the memory of the flash of black in your mind, attempting to put a name to what it was. A sigh of frustration left your lips, leading into a groan. You refused to acknowledge who you thought it was. There was just no way.

All those feelings and thoughts that you'd buried and hidden away with the idea of Ben started to creep back out of it's cage and it frightened you. Perhaps it was foolish of you to think that you'd move on so quickly. A month and a bit was definitely not enough time to heal. Yes, you were unquestionably foolish to think that forty-three days was a satisfactory amount of time to rid yourself of the thought of someone you had been near almost every day for a year.

Whatever, you thought. It'll pass. It will... won't it?

Gods, now you were doubting yourself. You knew you still felt deeply for Snape, of course you did, you spent almost a whole year in his presence, but you thought dating someone else in the meantime would have solved some of that. Jesus, that's messed up. Were you just using Ben to get over Snape? This was so wrong on so many levels. You liked Ben, truly you did, but you always found yourself comparing him to Severus. The way he spoke, the way he moved... your mind was plagued with him, and you were an idiot to think that locking away the thought of Severus would do anything but help yourself. You did this to yourself, and now you deserved to deal with the consequences. You just had to act like your feelings for him didn't exist, maybe that would help. …Maybe it wouldn't, but that was the best idea you had right now.

You needed to clear your head, and badly. Your buzzing thoughts were starting to drown you. You quickly slipped out of your bed and headed out of your room, quietly shutting the door behind you. Just as you were about to turn around to walk down the hallway, a tall, shabby looking man stood in your way. He had light brown hair with flecks of grey in it, a fluffy moustache and a rather painful looking scar was scraped across the middle of his handsome face.

"Oh- hello," You said in surprise, confusion evident in your tone. The man smiled at you jovially, his eyes crinkling at the edges. He looked rather tired and pale. You tilted your head at him, furrowing your brows.

"I apologise for scaring you," The man pursed his lips as he attempted a light-hearted joke, shoving his hands into his pockets. "I'm Remus, err, Remus Lupin, the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor." He added, his eyebrows raising a tad.

"Oh, yes, of course!" You instantly smiled, your cheeks turning a little red out of embarrassment. Lupin found it rather endearing. You scolded yourself for forgetting soemthing so important - Dumbledore had mentioned this the day before you left for Summer break. "I'm so sorry, it had totally slipped my mind. My name is Y/N L/N," Your smile widened as you held out a friendly hand for him to shake. "I'm the professor of Herbology here at Hogwarts."

"Ah," He nodded, returning your smile and shaking your hand. His grip was firm. "Lovely to meet you. I hope we get along well, Professor L/N." Remus said trustingly, his hands returning to his pockets. You clasped yours together, resting them against your hips out of habit.

"I'm sure we will, and please, call me Y/N." You grinned. Remus gave you a curt nod. "Is this your first day here?"

"Teaching yes, but in regards to having been here before? No." He replied.

"Oh?"

"I attended Hogwarts as a small boy, so it's a little nostalgic walking round the place again." Remus explained, earning a surprised look from you.

"It seems as though every single teacher here also used to be a student here." You laughed lightly, inducing an amused smile from the new professor.

"It seems that way, yes." Remus nodded.

"Well, I hope to see you around, Remus." You smiled politely at him, noticing the way he slumped slightly in posture, almost like he was trying to hide himself. Remus returned your smile and dismissed you with a nod, continuing past you with a slow gait. You let yourself think for a moment. Those scars looked pretty horrific, they looked rather... deep. A grimace twisted your facial features as your mind raced with quite gruesome and morbid theories on how Lupin had acquired those wounds. You shook your head rather vigorously as if to relieve your mind of the grisly images that were popping in and out of it.

The hallways and corridors of Hogwarts were peacefully empty once again. Students, old and new, were still back at home preparing for the next school year that began in just a couple days. Goosebumps erupted on your body out of anticipation as you thought about what the year could hold - though, you were mainly excited to get back to teaching your beloved subject. In fact, you'd missed it a lot over the summer. More than you expected to, despite the distraction called Ben.

A tiny smile flickered on your lips at the thought of him, your eyes glued to the floor in front of you as your feet carried you forwards, a cool chill wrapping itself around your bare shoulders. You were wearing a thick-ish, buttercup-yellow night dress; the sleeves reached your wrists, but it was a little baggy up top, causing the wide neckline to slip partially off your shoulder. The chill made you quickly pull it up with your fingers, enveloping yourself with your arms.

Bumping into Professor Lupin outside your room had caught you off-guard. The thought of grabbing a coat of some sort had slipped from your mind the second your curious and confused eyes fell onto him. You shivered slightly, cursing yourself for being so forgetful sometimes. It might have been late August, but Scotland's freezing climate left no survivors.

"Did you not think it unwise to go around strolling in such... poorly thought out attire, Professor L/N? It is almost as cold as the arctic." That deep voice that had caused you so much grief and heartache shot through your head like a stray bullet. You froze in your position, your breath hitching as you refused to turn around to acknowledge the man that spoke with such articulated words it seemed laughable. You felt like you couldn't move. Like you were in a glue trap, like a little mouse.

Eventually, you thawed. "I'm not cold." You replied shortly, reluctantly turning around to face Snape. Your heart instantly sped into a gallop as your eyes fell onto his tall, brooding figure. Then and there, thought of Ben entered your mind as you stared at the Potions Master, immediately comparing the two. You knew Ben didn't make your heart race like he did. Your shoulders suddenly slumped with guilt. You shouldn't be thinking any of this. Ben was good for you, he treated you with kindness and respect, and most of all, he actually liked you.

"Your trembling figure says otherwise." Snape tilted his head at you, scrutinising you. Right then you wanted to shrink down into nothingness. You couldn't bear to feel so vulnerable underneath his eyes. Somehow, Snape looked better than the last time you saw him. And you hated that. You were sure you looked utterly terrible right now.

"I'm fine." You said sternly, dragging out the syllables as you fought back the bitter glare that was itching to break out onto your face.

"Fine, hm..." Snape drawled, almost mocking and sarcastic, letting his dark eyes drop down your figure, studying your improper outfit. You hugged yourself tighter at the sight, cheeks suddenly burning as you felt rather self-conscious. His brows knitted together suddenly, like something had just clicked in his mind. "Why aren't you wearing a coat?"

You hesitated. "I forgot to grab one." Snape's brow arched at you disapprovingly. You fought the urge to groan at him. "I bumped into the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Remus Lupin, outside my door." You explained, tone flat. "It's not like you care whether I freeze to death or not anyway." You added, rather bitterly. Snape narrowed his eyes at you, glaring. He did care, but he would never show it. Not right now, at least.

"Lupin?" He repeated, ignoring your last comment as his jaw ticked out of irritation. You frowned at his odd reaction. "I suggest you stay away from him, Professor L/N. For your own..." Snape trailed off, pondering on his words as he let his eyes sweep over you in a patronising manner. "...good." He uttered, almost like a warning. You were completely and utterly confused. Why did Snape seem so unwelcoming towards Lupin, he'd just joined Hogwarts, unless there was... history between them? Was there?

"What's wrong with Remus?" You asked, eyes narrowing in curiosity and suspicion about his feelings regarding the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. Snape's jaw clenched at the sound of Lupin's first name, almost like he flinched. "He seemed perfectly kind and pleasant earlier."

Snape didn't reply. A harsh, exasperated sigh fell through your nose as you rolled your eyes at the enigmatic man before you, growing tired of his games. Why did he always act so cryptic? What was the problem with telling you the truth? Would it be so bad?

Before you could protest and poke at his mind, Snape began to stalk away from you, prompting a curt scoff to leave your lips. Your teeth were gritted out of frustration as you stared at the back of his head. Christ, he really hadn't changed - he was still pissing you off at an almighty rate. At this point, it was impressive.

"Hey!" You exclaimed, forcing Snape to halt in his tracks. He turned his head to the left, silently encouraging you to continue. "Would you just answer me?"

"I don't owe you anything." Snape said rather coldly. You clenched your jaw rather angrily at his rude reply. Jesus, will this guy ever just bite the bullet for once and give in?

"When you tell me to 'avoid' Professor Lupin, I think that demands an explanation as to why I should, Snape," You said, shaking your head at him like he was daft. "You must be delusional to think otherwise!" That must have struck a nerve within the Potions Master, as he swiftly spun around, his cloak turning with him dramatically like a bat, making you shrink in regret. He stormed over to you, footsteps heavy and determined. You backed yourself up, a little unnerved by his sudden and intense approach towards you. Snape got right up in your face and you could feel his hot breath dance across your skin, sending anxious goosebumps down your spine. It felt like your heart was about to fall out of your chest from the high gear it had suddenly kicked into. 

How could- no, why was your body still reacting so fiercely to Snape? Weren't you meant to be focusing on Ben?

"Lupin is not who you think he is, Y/N." Snape warned, snapping you out of your thoughts. It nearly sounded like there was a hint of concern in his voice, like he was worried about you. You had to laugh at that, as if Snape - the man who had pretended like you didn't exist for half a year - cared for you. He'd never stoop to such a pathetic ideal. You brushed the hurtful lie under a dusty rug in your mind, averting your attention back to the pair of deep, obsidian-coloured eyes that sat mere inches away from your own.

"And how do you know that?" You challenged, a hint of venom in your voice as you mocked his serious tone. Snape sneered at you, leaning back from your face, like he was disgusted.

"Your ignorance is blinding." He replied bitterly, still refusing to explain anything to you. At this point he seemed like a child to you. From his the way he glared at you, and reeled back from your agitated little form, Snape seemed to be disappointed in you. You didn't think he had a leg to stand on with that idea.

And so, that was your last straw, you couldn't hold in your frustration anymore; it felt like all the pressure that had been building up beneath your skin was coming to a rise and it had finally burst at the seams. "Jesus, Snape!" You cried out, infuriated, your hands flying up to pull helplessly at your hair. "Why is it so hard for you to answer me?! Are you so incapable of that?!"

Snape seemed a little taken aback by your outburst as the ill feeling of deja vu began to seep into his bones. This felt a little too familiar: it reminded him of that night he found you drunk. Yet, right now, you were stone-cold sober, and still shouting the same things at him. In regards to your outburst, he truly hadn't seen it coming, and yet, he was almost always aware of how you were feeling. He could read you so easily. To him, you were like a book he'd read almost a thousand times. He remained quiet again, unsure of how to reply to your instantaneous combustion; a briefly-lived feeling of worry that he'd add more fuel to the fire.

He couldn't reveal the reason to you. He'd given Dumbledore his word that he would not speak of Lupin's condition. In fact, Snape had doubted Dumbledore's usually-wise judgement when he mentioned that he'd hired Lupin. The Potions Master thought the Headmaster had gone mad for openly inviting a werewolf into Hogwarts, let alone allowing him to teach classes full of children. And then, he'd found himself roped into producing the Wolfsbane potion so Lupin could keep his wretched condition of Lycanthropy at bay. Snape still doubted the whole idea. He knew it was doomed from the very beginning. Balancing the safety of Hogwarts on the constant, perfect production of a potion and the hope that Lupin was competent enough to remember to take it each day of the preceding week of a full moon?

Doomed, Snape thought.

Despite your best efforts of attempting to force the answer out of Snape, he knew you'd figure it out sooner or later once you noticed which ingredients he'd be borrowing from you. He had faith that you were smart enough to work it out. So, he stood straighter in front of you, wordlessly giving you his answer as he turned around to walk away from you.

No.

"A warm, warm welcome back to you all!" Dumbledore's raspy voice boomed through the Great Hall, the applause from students and staff alike to quickly quietening down. You were seated comfortably between McGonagall and Hagrid, and it felt awfully similar to last year. Just a year ago, you had no idea what you were strapping yourself in for. "Before we indulge ourselves in this delectable feast, I'd like to welcome Professor RJ Lupin, who will be the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher," Dumbledore said, turning around to gesture to Lupin with eccentric, wrinkly hands. The professor stood up goofily with anxiously-clasped hands, giving a grateful nod to the Hall as they applauded him. He caught your eye, and you sent him an encouraging smile, ignoring Snape's distasteful face beside Lupin.

"Good luck, professor! Now, our teacher for the Care of Magical Creatures for many years, has decided to retire in order to spend more time with his remaining limbs. Fortunately, I'm delighted to announce that his place will be taken than none other than our own, Rubeus Hagrid!" The Headmaster announced as he spun around to gesture to the half-man-half-giant sat happily beside you, a genial smile spreading across the Dumbledore's face. Applause and whoops erupted in the Hall once more as Hagrid gave a short nod and a cheerful smile to the hooting crowd. You rolled your eyes and elbowed him, prompting him to stand up, his large belly shoving the table forwards with a sharp screech; a handful of glass goblets falling over and smashing. McGonagall looked up at the newly-appointed professor rather disappointedly before eyes her goblet that now laid shattered before her.

"Finally, on a more describing note, at the request of the Ministry of Magic, Hogwarts will until further notice play host to the dementors of Azkaban, until such a time Sirius Black is captured." Dumbledore said, a stern and serious tone taking place of his usual reserved one. Gods, how could you have forgotten? Mass murderer Sirius Black was still on the loose. Apparently the thought of Snape was enough to distract you from a highly important news article. And now, one of the most feared creatures of the Wizarding World was going to be lingering around Hogwarts? This was not what you signed up for. Your teeth started to chew against the inside of your bottom lip anxiously.

"Will they be on the school grounds?" You whispered to Minerva beside you, failing miserably at trying to hide the shaky fear within your voice. She instantly looked at you, smiling softly. You'd always had a phobia of dementors, and now the fact that they were going to be lurking around the school had put you on edge. Merlin, can this year get any worse?

"I'm not sure, my dear." Minerva replied to you quietly, subtly noticing the fear swimming in your eyes. The older witch placed a hand upon yours in an attempt to soothe your anxiety. "There's nothing to worry about, I assure you." You merely nodded at her, unbelieving. Nothing to worry about, sure. It's not like some savage, minacious murderer is on the loose.

"The dementors willl be stationed at every entrance to the grounds." There goes your sanity. "Now, whilst I've been assured that their presence will not disrupt our day-to-day activities, a word of caution: dementors are vicious creatures. They will not distinguish between the one they hunt, and the one who gets in their way." You hated the way that Dumbledore spoke of the dementors, and it hardly settled your trembling and anxious mind. No, in fact, it bloody well worsened it. The old man was basically saying if you get in their way, it's a death sentence. They have no sense to decide whether you're a threat or not, or they just don't care.

Either way, you were screwed. You could not produce a Patronus charm, let alone a corporeal one, and it was something that played on your mind a lot. You could never find the right memory to do so. Every happy memory you flicked through in your mind, it just wasn't happy enough. So, if you came into contact with a dementor, you were, let's say, royally fucked. Was your life that sad?

"Therefore, I must warn each and every one of you, give them no reason to harm you. It is not in the nature of a dementor to be forgiving. But, you know, happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, when one only remembers to turn on the light." The Headmaster finished with a cryptic riddle, making you sigh a little heavier than expected, catching an intrigued look from Hagrid. Sorry, but what the fuck does that even mean, Dumbledore? You were well aware that Dumbledore was undoubtedly an ingenious and powerful wizard, but sometimes, the things that came out of his mouth just sounded like nonsense. Maybe he just said those random things to keep up his mysterious act.

As you looked up from the nervous, fidgeting fingers in your lap, your eyes locked with that same pair of black, emotionless ones that were staring so deeply into yours just last night. Immediately, you looked away, your cheeks flushing red out of embarrassment, and perhaps, suppressed affection. There was that weighty feeling of guilt again, finding your shoulders once more. Ben's smiling face materialised in your mind as you shut your eyes, attempting to rid yourself of the buzzing feeling that Snape had awakened within you. With just one look into his eyes, you were melting back into your old ways.

You heard the creaking of a chair shift beside you as a gentle mass poked your side. "A'right down there?" Hagrid questioned quietly, noticing your subtle change in demeanour. You were suddenly stiff in your seat.

"Yeah, yeah, fine thanks, Hagrid." You cleared your throat, avoiding those two addicting pools of inky-black.

"Hmm." Hagrid hummed beside you, obviously skeptical about your curt response. He let his eyes flick to where you were previously looking, his stomach sinking as he spotted the broody cause of your sudden mood change. Hagrid didn't bother pressing you for answers, he knew you had enough on your plate, and he would rather you come to him. The last time you spoke about your problems regarding Snape, you were in tears, or you would burst into tears, there wasn't really an inbetween.

Silently, you were thankful that the newly-appointed professor beside you chose to keep shtum.

As you glanced back to where Snape sat, he was completely avoiding your eyes too, however, as you continued looking over in his direction, the wave of a hand beside the Potions Master caught your eye. Flicking your gaze to the right, you noticed it was Lupin waving sheepishly at you, a kind smile tugging at his scarred lips. You returned his smile and waved back, turning to the professors beside you as he glanced away from you.

"Professor Lupin seems to be a kind soul." You commented outloud, a genial smile upon your lips. McGonagall glanced at you, eyeing your curiously.

"Yes," She agreed slowly, her eyes gently dissecting you. "Have you met before?"

"No, I just bumped into him a couple nights ago, by my door."

"Yer' door?" Hagrid repeated in an octave higher than usual, intrigued.

"He just happened to be there when I walked out." You frowned, wide eyes looking up at the gigantic man, trying to understand what he was insinuating.

"Right, right." Hagrid quickly said, almost awkwardly as his cheeks reddened a tad, averting his eyes from your suspicious ones. Minerva's lips quirked into a small, amused smirk as she glanced between you and Hagrid. "Well, this food looks delicious, ay?" He cleared his throat, raising his brows as he glanced down at your plates that were now burdened with a generous amount of steaming hot meat and vegetables. You couldn't help but laugh softly to yourself at Hagrid's awkwardness. It was sweet to you.

Before you let yourself indulge in the plate full of food in front of you, you dared to look in the direction of a certain gloomy individual. Snape had already begun to eat, which surprised you. He usually takes a few bites and retires to his office, but this time, he'd stayed. You frowned to yourself as you stared at him, observing the glum way he kept to himself, avoiding any kind of conversation. Once more, you found yourself yearning for him. And yet again, your heart and mind were telling you two different things.

"Isn't that a Mimbulus Mimbletonia plant, professor?" Came Neville Longbottom's curious voice, his inquisitive eyes dragging over the plant you held cautiously in your arms. A cheery smile graced your lips as you nodded at the boy.

"Yes, indeed it is, Mr Longbottom." You said proudly, inducing a thrilled smile from Neville. "Can anyone tell me what it's uses are?" You asked, glancing around your greenhouse at mostly confused faces. You had an inkling that none of them would know the answer, perhaps apart from Hermione or Neville, who you noticed seemed to excel in Herbology. Though, Hermione wasn't in your class this morning. So to you, it was all down to Neville.

"Stinksap, right?" Neville answered quickly, his bunny-like teeth sticking out from underneath his top lip as he stared at you, awaiting your reply.

"Correct, and what can we use stinksap for?" You questioned, your smile widening at Neville. A sense of accomplishment suddenly tickled your body - maybe your students were listening to you and learning. You were a little worried that you hadn't exactly made an impact on them. As you got lost in your fretting thoughts, a light voice you weren't familiar with caught your attention. You turned towards the dark-haired girl, her deep blue eyes lighting up with confidence as she retrieved you from the abyss that you unfortunately called your mind.

"Stinksap can be used in certain potions as it contains very good healing properties," Alisa Arumina spoke up, earning a tilt of your head. You nodded at her, encouraging the girl to continue. "However, you have to be extra cautious when handling such a plant as this one since it will squirt out rather rancid smelling sap. Hence the name, stinksap." She finished, a sheepish smile upon her lips. You grinned proudly at her.

"Yes, lovely! Ten points to Ravenclaw, Miss Arumina." You carefully placed the plant down upon the table you were all gathered around. Before you could continue on to explain how to care for it, a distraught sounding voice called from behind you, at the door to your greenhouse.

"Professor L/N," Madam Pomfrey called out, her voice shaky. Immediately, you spun around with a worried frown upon your face. She sighed. "There's been an accident, do you have any mature Mandrakes ready for use? A Wiggenweld potion is required at once." Madam Pomfrey's eyes looked afraid. This must be serious, what the hell happened? You thought as your heart began to anxiously pick up in pace.

"Err," You stumbled over your words, blinking quickly. "Yes, yes, of course. I'll have them delivered to you immediately." You nodded in a poor attempt to assure the terrified look upon Madam Pomfrey's face. It didn't work.

"I'm afraid Professor Snape has asked for you to go to him right away." She said regretfully. Of course he fucking did, you groaned inwardly. 

"Is it so hard for you to come and retrieve the Mandrakes yourself?" You demanded as you burst through Snape's classroom door, your irked eyes finding Snape's startled ones. Though, just as quickly as he had looked startled by your sudden entry to his room, he had returned back to his usual angry glare, shooting it directly at you.

"Is it so hard for you to knock before entering?" Snape grunted at you, rubbing his fingers in circles against his temples. He lifted a hand and patted the empty space on his desk beside him. "Place the mandrakes here." You scrunched up your nose at him in disgust,

"I'll put them there once you tell me what the hell is going on."

"Your dear friend, Professor Rubeus Hagrid, thought it wise to introduce the children to a hippogriff on their first lesson together." Snape sneered as he rose from his desk in a slow and intimidating manner, his hands splayed out across the deeply grooved, dark wood surface. "I knew he was an oaf, but I at least thought he had retained some form ofhuman intelligence. Perhaps even common sense!" He exclaimed, his brows glued together in fury. Your brows mirrored his own as he insulted your friend. "A student was injured, Professor L/N, a student of my house." Ah, so that's why he's so upset. "Draco Malfoy." Riiight, it's adding up now, you thought, your anger simmering down slightly at the utterance of a student being injured.

You knew Hagrid wasn't incompetent, he was smart enough to not put students in the way of danger, but maybe this was a very big mistake. Perhaps he was too... eager. A hippogriff is a highly dangerous animal, especially if the students are not taught how to approach one beforehand. A strained sigh left your nostrils as you clenched your jaw, averting your eyes from a fuming Snape.

"Is he alright?" You asked, hesitating. "Hopefully he didn't lose a limb..." You muttered whilst perching yourself down upon a stool to your right.

"By the grace of the gods, Malfoy's arm was merely scratched," Snape seethed, clearly still very angry. Maybe it'd be best if you just left now, you did leave your class unsupervised for this visit. The thought of being a hypocrite niggled at your mind as you thought back to the time you'd chastised Lockhart for doing the same thing. But, this wasn't the same thing right? This was urgent, his was... whatever, you're better than that babbling, bumbling baboon anyway.

"So, it wasn't even a big injury...?" You repeated, frowning. "A little... scratch and you're almost losing your hair over it?"

"I think you're missing the point, Professor L/N, as always," Snape scoffed at you, earning a resentful glare from your eyes. "Hagrid has proved himself to be incapable of handling a class safely. I mean, a student injured and sent to the hospital on the very first lesson? Seems like a bad omen, if I do say so myself."

"Oh, please, Snape," A frustrated, heavy sigh left your nostrils again as you glanced to the side. "It's his first day!" You laughed incredulously, defending your friend. Sure, Hagrid might have misjudged this lesson by a smidge, however, you knew he would never put students in harms way.

"His first day, and his incompetency has resulted in injury!" Snape replied bitterly. He clearly didn't like Hagrid, and it was very obvious. He only ever spoke bad about the man, and it angered you. Hagrid was more than just an... 'oaf'. "Those... beasts... should have never been allowed at Hogwarts, regardless." Snape's nose crinkled in disgust.

"Give him the benefit of the doubt!" You cried out at Snape hopelessly. "And Buckbeak is a perfectly good hippogriff, you have no idea what you're talking about."

"How would you know that?" Snape's lips curled up into a distasteful sneer once again. Your cheeks ran hot as rage boiled beneath them at his comment.

"Because I know Buckbeak, Snape," You seethed at him with your fists balled, "Buckbeak would never do such a thing unless he felt threatened or insulted!" A hand flew up to wipe at your face, your breathing becoming ragged and hopeless. As you glanced back at Snape, he paused for a moment, his lips curling into an amused, incredulous smirk at your words. He couldn't believe what had just fallen from your mouth. Did he hear you correctly? Were you truly so delusional?

"You 'know' Buckbeak? Don't be absurd, Y/N." Snape huffed at you, his eyes narrowing as the corners of his lips tugged downwards disdainfully. "Buckbeak is a wild creature, it is hopelessly foolish of you to believe you can understand, much less, tame one!" He said, strained, his knuckles turning white from the aggressive, vice-like grip he had on his desk.

"These creatures are deeper than you think, Snape," you frowned, eyes stormy and reckless, unknowingly searching for trouble. His long fingers flew up to massage the bridge of his nose, clearly growing more fed up by the second. "Perhaps you'd understand if you had a heart within that empty chest of yours." A curt, exasperated sigh tore from your nostrils. Though, before you could take back your words, a blanket of regret wrapped itself around your seething body, your once-stormy eyes widening a tad as the realisation of what you had just uttered began to seep in. The sudden silence in the room was unbearably thick.

Snape's eyebrow twitched as he raised his head. Slowly, he fixed you with a dark, scrutinising gaze, rendering you speechless. Your body froze. "Bold, today, are we?" Snape's deep, stinging voice cut through the quietness like razors, reaching your ears like a thousand sharp pins.

You didn't answer him, fearing you might provoke him further. You'd never seen him like this. Dark, unnerved, fervent. It was terrifying to you. Perhaps you did cross the line. Gods, what had you done? Couldn't you have just brought the Mandrakes and sodded off? Jesus.

Snape marched towards you without a word, his cloak billowing out behind him like a flag. You couldn't help but notice the fury emanating from every single inch of his body, prompting your cheeks to flare up in a wild, raging blush. You had no time to defend yourself from Snape's long, cold and slender fingers as they clutched your jaw in force, shooting a frightening yet delicious shiver down your spine. A soft surprised gasp escaped your throat as he pushed you off of the stool you were sat on, a loud bang breaking through the silence as it clattered to the floor. Your back was instantaneously pressed against the table behind you as Snape shoved your backwards from the hold of your jaw, your eyes pooling with sudden panic as his fingers tightened against your skin, bound to leave marks. Fearfully, the palms of your hands flew to steady yourself against the edge of the table he'd rammed you against; your back arched painfully as he leaned right into your face, a spine-chilling scowl adopting his features.

The two of you were mere inches away from each other. Snape bared his teeth at you in a sneer, almost like he was revolted by your presence. He let his thumb slip upwards from your chin to the skin just beneath your bottom lip, pressing it against your teeth. Your eyes were forced to stare into his, his ones cold and penetrating in a way that only Snape's could be. Your heart was pounding so loud in your ears that at this point that you were afraid you'd go deaf. 

Both of your chests heaved laboriously, leaning against one another, like you'd just sprinted for a mile without stopping for a break. As you stared into Snape's threatening eyes, you felt your body numb, his signature scent of sweet wine, books and smoke invading your nose like it was nothing. Against your will, your body welcomed it and you felt yourself relapsing from the addicting smell. With wild eyes locked together, you saw something else swimming in his wicked, black eyes. They almost looked pained, helpless, maybe even like they were... yearning? Your eyes flicked over his face gradually, slowly drinking him in. Whilst the two of you stared at each other, trapped between one another's body, a fluttering sensation slowly materialised in your gut, prompting your eyes to fall to Snape's angry, quivering lips. The undeniable urge to press your lips against his own was scratching at you like a desperate caged animal. You inhaled sharply and blinked, averting your hungry eyes back to his own, distracting yourself from such thoughts. Again, you found yourself lost in him.

Before you even had a chance to look deeper, Snape's bone-chilling voice tore you from your thoughts. You felt as if he'd noticed you spotting something deeper lingering within him.

"Get. Out." Snape spat, roughly releasing you from his grip, your hand flying up to soothe your aching jaw. You stood there, your arched back and splayed out hands against the edge of the wooden table, flabbergasted. Snape stalked back to his desk acting like the previous minute did not just happen. For once, you obliged and stood up straight, your feet immediately rushing forwards to carry yourself out of Snape's classroom in absolute silence, face blank with shock. As you shut the door behind you, you paused in your footsteps for a moment, eyes locked absentmindedly on the cobblestone ground in front of you.

What the fuck had just happened? Can the two of you no longer have normal interactions? You always have to be at each other's throats each time?

Your fingers lifted up to your face and traced where Snape's fingertips had been pressed into the skin on your jaw, a dull soreness emitting from the area as you touched it. That's definitely going to leave a mark.

Fuck.

You just hoped Ben didn't visit you for another week or so. There was absolutely no way you could explain this without it seeming super fucking suspicious. Oh jeez, Ben. How were you meant to face him when you'd just been on the verge of kissing Snape? It was just in the heat of the moment, obviously... Was it? Did he feel it too? No, of course he didn't, he looked like he wanted to kill you.

A frustrated groan bubbled in your throat as you stomped away from Snape's classroom door, heading back to your class.

Merlin, were you fucked.

Part 9!

hey guys.... i hope you enjoyed this part, i apologise again for how long it took me omfg. i'm ashamed. :( i just couldn't get the creative juices flowing, then i got covid (which im still battling). like bruh give me a BREAK PLEASE.

anyway, i already have part 9 planned out so i'm hoping it wont be as long to type up!! <3 love you guys.

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[satwo]

i forgor that I haven't debuted my newest au here yet... anyways, take these sketches i've done for it

more info under the cut.....

the basic concept behind this au (which I've decided to call Bluescreen AU/Sonic Forces: Bluescreen) is that it's a version of Sonic Forces where Sonic dies in the first battle against Infinite. Out of guilt and grief, Tails isolates himself from the rest of his friends and, in his loneliness, creates an automated computer assistant in the image of Sonic, that he calls Cyber (the spikier, glitchy Sonic you see in the pictures!).

Cyber's whole thing is that he is built to help Tails (in more ways than just coping), but he's also a pseudo-copy of Sonic, so he looks, acts, and behaves similarly (with the exception of a few scenarios where he talks and acts more technical). His personality is built off of what Tails can remember of his big brother, so sometimes Cyber acts exactly like Sonic would, but in other cases, he acts in ways that would be totally out of character for the Blue Blur; for instance, Sonic would probably never be able to spit out information on the components of a circuit off the top of his head, but Cyber would.

Also, Cyber has no idea who Sonic is or the fact that he was made in the image of him; which causes him some confusion (especially when Tails mistakes Cyber for Sonic). Tails keeps pretty hushed up about Sonic, but having Cyber there both helps him cope and hurts him at the same time.

I haven't worked everything out for the story quite yet but I have a lot of ideas :D these two have not left my brain since this idea was concepted...

Closeups of my favorite bits:

if you made it this far you get a cookie 🍪 ty for listening to me ramble like a silly little fool :D

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Grief (A Friend Indeed) Part 9

Hello, everyone! We are almost to the end. I have all twelve parts completed and will be posting them every Thursday until the story is fully published.

So what's next? With Royal Pain being done as well, I'm going to try and finish Well Met By Moonlight and Find Your Shade By the Moonlight. I will be back working on the soulmate AU Batshit Soulmate and the next book in the Boy with a Bat series called Never Hold Back Your Step for a Moment. I'm also starting that omegaverse story I thought up here.

We meet Steve's family and find out more about why Steve's parents didn't like that side of the family much.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

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Eddie and Steve wandered around town for a couple of hours, doing a little sightseeing, a little shopping, and a lot just being themselves for a moment or two.

Soon it was getting close to time and they headed to the diner. They pulled up and got a booth.

Eddie and Steve slid into one side and told the waitress that they were waiting for someone and to just grab them a couple of waters.

The waitress nodded and quickly came back with the waters.

They didn’t have to wait long before Percy came through the door, the little bell announcing his arrival.

Steve waved him over and he smiled in return, hurrying over to the table. Once he was settled he told the waitress they were waiting on one more but if they could get a pot of coffee and two cups please. Eddie and Steve both got sodas.

“Who are we waiting for?” Steve asked nervously.

Percy twisted the ring on his ring hand, looking down at the table. “A friend.”

Eddie and Steve shared a glance, wide-eyed.

Eddie wrote something down on a paper napkin and slid it over to Percy.

Percy took the napkin with frown and then he gasped. “Both of you?”

“Both for me,” Steve murmured.

“Just men for me,” Eddie added.

Percy glanced around the diner nervously, but no one was paying any attention to them at all.

“Oh.” He let out a shuddering breath. “Just him.” He pointed to someone walking up to the diner through the window.

He was a tall man, thin. Long black hair, braided to the small of his back. He wore a suit just as nice as Max’s in a beautiful silver color.

He came over when Percy waved at him. He slid next to Percy and looked Steve and Eddie over.

“Who are these boys, Percy?” he asked gravely.

“This my nephew, Steven and his friend...” Percy began.

Eddie stuck out his hand. “Eddie. Eddie Munson. We’re actually in Kentucky because of my own grandma’s funeral. Steve wanted to come visit his grandma’s grave so we took a drive.”

“Where you from?” Percy asked. “I catch a bit of twang to your voice.”

Eddie grinned. “Indiana mostly, but my family’s from Ashland.”

Percy smiled. “Nice town.”

Steve smiled. “It has been so far.”

“This is David Estevez,” Percy said, shyly. “The reason you’re parents haven’t spoken to me in over a decade.”

“Ah,” Steve said. “Yup, Clint Harrington is a lot of things, but tolerant isn’t one of them and of course my mom just went along with it. Even though it’s her money and her family.”

Eddie clicked his tongue against the back of his teeth. “Let’s see, not white, not from here, judging from the accent, and not straight... anything I missed?”

David burst out laughing. “Not the right kind of rich. I’m a self-made man. I worked hard to be where I am today and they hate that. I grew up poor in New Mexico and made my money building computers in my mom’s basement. Now, I’m a multi-millionaire CEO of a major tech company.”

“Dustin would love you,” Steve and Eddie said together.

“Who?” David asked with a chuckle.

“He’s this kid we know,” Eddie explained. “He built a CB tower just so he could talk to his girlfriend in Utah and not rack up his mom’s phone bill.”

“He sounds like fun,” Percy said, rolling his eyes.

David dug his fingers into Percy’s side, causing him to squirm and squeak. “As if you wouldn’t love it if I did that for you.”

Percy blushed. “Maybe.”

He cleared his throat. “How are your parents, Steven? I saw on the news that there was a horrible earthquake last March.”

Steve gulped and Eddie gave his hand a squeeze.

“I really wouldn’t know,” he mumbled, looking down at the table, tucking his hands between legs. “I haven’t seen them in a while.”

David and Percy shared a glance.

“They did come back after the earthquake, right?” Percy pressed. “To see if you were all right if nothing else.”

Steve shook his head. “They didn’t come home when I was caught in the mall fire, why would they come home for something as inconsequential as an earthquake?”

“Mall fire?” Percy asked.

“You remember, darling,” David said, “the one from last year where there were thirty people who died?”

Percy expression cleared as understanding dawned, and then it turned horrified. “They didn’t come home for that?”

Steve shook his head again. “They didn’t come home when I got a concussion so bad I was out for several hours, or anytime I got hurt.” He rubbed a scratch that was in the surface of the table mournfully.

“Mom follows Dad around to make sure he keeps it in his pants. Not that it deters him,” he explained. “I heard him bragging once about how it’s a game to him now to see what he can get away with.”

The waitress appeared with their drinks. “Are you guys ready to order?”

“I’m not hungry,” Steve murmured.

The rest of them ordered, with Eddie ordering a side of cheese fries in addition to his regular side of fries.

Once the waitress had gone, Percy leaned forward. “How long has this been going on?”

“The trips started when I fourteen or so,” he continued. “But the older I got, the longer the trips were, until they just stopped coming home sometime around Christmas of last year.”

“Stevie...” Eddie whined. “Why didn’t you say something?”

Steve shrugged. “I’m an adult. It’s not as though I’m a kid anymore.”

Percy took his hand in his. “No, Steven. That’s not how parenting works. Ever. They’re supposed to care about you enough to at least tell you were they’re going and when they’ll be home.”

Steve looked up and into his uncle’s eyes. “The money changed them. They haven’t been my parents in over a decade. I’ve just been this trophy they pulled out whenever it suited them. Had to be first in everything. I’m surprised they only let me get away three sports instead of making me try everything.”

Eddie looked stricken. “The sports weren’t your idea?”

Steve shook his head. “It was a way that they could legally pawn me off to other adults. Probably the reason for all the piano lessons and the tutoring. How I met Nancy by the way. Gotta have the best grades, until someone puts a plate through my head, then I was just as disappointing as they feared I would be.”

Everyone else at the table let out noises of distress.

“You never should have had to go through that,” David whispered fiercely. “Ever. I’m sorry your parents were awful.”

Steve shrugged. “It wasn’t all bad. I have had adults in my life that cared about me. The Chief of Police always kept an eye on me. Dad stopped hitting me after the second time Hop, Chief Hopper, I mean brought me home after...” he trailed off and looked anywhere but at the people in the booth with him.

He cleared his throat.

Their food arrived and that last sentence was left to dangling in the air like the sword of Damocles over their heads.

Percy watched as Eddie pushed the side of cheese fries between him and Steve, taking a bite periodically, but mostly focusing on the rest of his food.

Steve reached out and took one of the fries, chewing mindlessly. And then another and then another.

David smirked when Percy indicated to what Steve was doing.

Eddie pushed them in front of Steve and he just dug into them like a starving man. He took half of his burger and handed it to Steve, too.

Steve took the half with a blush. “Thanks, Eds,” he said softly.

Eddie just smiled fondly and finished his half of the burger.

David started talking to Percy to help fill the silence and soon the sense of dread dissipated as they fell into easy conversation.

Soon they were done and their plates taken away.

David lifted his chin to indicate to Steve. “Where did you learn that if you got cheese fries Steve would eat?”

Eddie and Steve glanced at each other and Steve blushed.

“Is that what he did?” he muttered.

Eddie laughed. “It’s trick I learned from his best friend. When he’s upset he won’t eat, even when he needs to, but if you put something like cheese fries or onion rings near him, he’ll graze until it kick starts his appetite again.”

Steve looked over at him in shock. “Holy shit, I never realized. Who else does that?”

Eddie smiled at him, that closed mouth, fond smile that he was got around Steve. “Dustin and Max mostly. But El and Will have been known to do it once or twice.”

Steve blinked.

“Sounds like you’ve got a lot of people that care about you, Steven,” Percy said with a grin.

Steve nodded, blushing. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

He looked at his watch and sighed. “How’s this,” he said, “why don’t you use that business card I gave you when you get home and David and me will come out to visit you for a few days?”

Steve lit up. “Yeah? You’d do that?”

Eddie grinned. Steve had just gotten his boyhood wish of having an uncle that cared and he could feel the joy and surprise radiating off his friend.

“I’d love to,” Percy said. “I would love to meet your family.”

Steve grinned. “You’ll love them.”

David smiled, too. “I’m sure we will.”

They got up and hugs were passed around everyone and they said their goodbyes.

“Goodbye Uncle Percy,” Steve said, his voice a little rough with emotion. “Bye, Uncle David. I’ll see you both soon.”

David looked happy and shocked at being called Uncle. Jasper’s daughter would never. But here was this nineteen year old boy whom his partner hadn’t spoken to in literal years being more caring and decent after a single afternoon with him, then Beatrice had her whole life.

So he did the only thing he could, he hugged Steve again, more fiercely this time. “Thank you.”

Steve nodded. He wasn’t sure exactly why David was so grateful, but he understood enough.

As Steve and Eddie walked away, Percy and David watched them get into their car.

“How long do you think it’ll take before those boys realize they’re in love with each other?” David asked.

“I don’t know Eddie very well,” Percy said, thoughtfully, “but I imagine they’ll figure it out before we come visit Hawkins.”

David hummed. If he was a betting man, he would have said the end of the week.

But he just had to wait and see.

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making slime with your bf

Jotaro x GN! Reader

Rate : soft

Summery : you and Jotaro Kujo make slime and ends up making a big mess.

Warning : non

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(Inspired by BAKUDEKU slime)🥱

You opened the front door and walked to the living room, where jotaro was currently sitting down. “Welcome home, I make you lunch just in case you’re hungry.” Jotaro spoke up without looking away from his computer.

“Thanks, but I’m not hungry.” You replied dropping two heavy plastic bags.

“What’s that?” Jotaro questioned taking a look at you.

“Well, well, well, it must be your birthday cuz it’s your lucky day, we’re making slime!” “Good grief, y/n, slime? You expect me to play with childish shit?” He said with annoyance.

“Play with? Heavens no, I mean make slime, with your one and only.” I say taking out the glue and activator, following with food coloring. “Slime? You really want me to make that shit? Good grief Y/n.” He muttered, annoyed at the request.

He looks at you seeing if it was true until he saw the ultimate determination in your eyes. “Please, it’s just for a few minutes. If you don’t want to do it with me then I’ll js go ask josuke and his friends, since they’re more fun than you, Jotaro Kujo.”

You hear him sigh under his breath, “Fine, only to prove that I can be fun. Just don’t be annoying for heavens ears.” Hearing this made you jump in happiness.

“Yeaaah!!! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You say with joy as you give him a peck or two on the cheek, making him blush and smile.

You two started on mixing the glue and activator together, laughing and giggling here and there. A moment that Jotaro will never admit of enjoying it himself.

That was until you were mixing in the glue and activator together and noticed how messy your hands surprisingly were. You unfortunately let the intrusive thoughts loose and had wiped your hands off with Jotaros face.

Jotaro jumped at the feeling of your slimy and sticky hands rubbing in his face, “what the hell are you doing!?” He said giving you questioned and confused look.

“Hehe, cleaning my hands off with your face.” You giggled going back to mixing the slime with your hands.

“Good grief, Y/n. You’re an idiot” he groaned, wiping off the slime on his face. Jotaro grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him, he leaned into your ear. “I’m going to get you back for that.”

“Hmmm..? How so-… JOTARO!” You stopped mid sentence and shouted as you felt jotaros, also messy, slimy and sticky hands brush through your hair.

“You’re going to have to deal with it, darling.” He said as he starts to tickle your waist with his messy hands.

Causing you to squirm and laugh, “Stop!- jotaro- HAHAHHA- please! I’m sorry- HAHGAAH, Jotaro!” You laughed out trying to get get his hands off you.

Jotaro stopped tickling you, he still hold you close as he rest his messy hands on your back, turning his always serious expression into a smile.

“You should really try smiling often.” You suggested, sneakily grabbing a handful of slime and slapped jotaros face with the thick amount. Right after you’ve done that your pulled from his hold and skedaddled, knowing his gonna hunt you for blood.

[laconchadetumadre]

We all know I’m obsessed with making Kyle suffer soooo tell us your angstiest Kyle headcanons😼

Yay! An ask! Thank youuu

And like, same. I think liking kyle comes with liking to see him suffer (tho i personally prefer to have him learn from it unlike mattrey who seem to just find his suffering funny lol)

somehow this turned into a top, sorry lol

. kyle and stan angst:

I see so much of it lately. Despite how ooc it can get, especially when fandom makes kyle out to be a bad friend to stan or stan to be completely harmless, it still does it for me. I think the angstiest hc i have of them is that they are in a bit of a "zombie" friendship. like those friends that stay together out of grief for how close their friendship used to be. they both have betrayed their friendship so many times (stan for not standing by kyle more, kyle for failing to understand stan's sensitivity and hiding things from him) but i think their biggest mistake is their refusal to be vulnerable in front of the other. im not saying their relationship is unhealthy to the point of toxicity but it almost feels like they both want to act emotionally tough in front of the other when in fact they are both so prone to crash outs LOL

. broflovski family angst:

the most popular brand of this is sheila ansgt but tbh gerald and kyle hit me just as hard. gerald during the entire skanhunt arc was just awful to kyle and i hated him so much, but what hurts more is that kyle seems to just have accepted it.he doesnt even seem to have any resentment towards his father after everything gerald put him and ike through which is just so.... ugh. i hate that kyle is slowly losing his bite man.

after Gerald, Sheila angst is obvi very painful too. i like that recently so many have pointed out what a good mother she actually is, but she's still got some in her. Take, for example, the vaccination special, where gerald told kyle that not bringing them vaccines would kill his mother and sheila is right there, sitting by him, not even reacting to the awful shit her husband just told her son. and it kills me that this basically implies sheila is FULLY AWARE of how much kyle loves her and wants to protect her and the family and just TAKES ADVANTAGE OF IT. The way I see it, Sheila is usually a good mother to kyle but if she sees it fit, she will manipulate him into doing what she thinks is best for the family. and yk what, this kinda angers me cause sheila seems particularly offended when kyle betrays her. Remember in 20 x 9 "not funny" when she repeatedly finds kyle and ike on the computer after grounding ike for allegedly being the school trolll? she loses her shit at both of them, but this is particularly what she says:

Sheila: I don't care, I said no computers! You kids are addicted to the Internet! You're sick, and you're addicted! It's changed your brother, and now it's turning you against me, Kyle!

Kyle: I'm not against you, mom.

Sheila: You are! Your father goes away on business and all you do is defy me at every turn!

Like, do we see how differently she talks about ike and kyle?? Ike “has changed”, but kyle? kyle is against her, almost attacking her. Sheila seems particularly bothered by the idea of kyle secretly hating her which is just so.... fucked up.... but also very realistic and i love it LOL

its also quite disheartening that in the midst of being yelled at by his mom and being wrongfully accused of being sick and addicted kyle only speaks up to reassure her that he isn't against her, he doesn't hate her, he still loves her.

i'm gonna stop here or this is gonna turn into another one of my annoying long ass essays LOL

.Kybecca

this is another unpopular ship i keep talking about. the only reason i'm bringing them up is because, much like kystophe, i don't see them being endgame (for too long at least). while christophe is thematically perfect for kyle, i think rebecca represents a more traditional sense of success for him. my hc is that she is the mother of kyle's future kids but we never see her because she is either dead or her and kyle are divorced. either option would essentially break kyle's sense of stability and completion. kyle seems like the type of guy who would feel realized for having a traditional hetero family, but given the lack of becca's presence, it seems it won't last for long and i'm sure kyle would find a way to blame himself for it (atp the only true ship for kyle is kyle x guilt and pain)

you may be wondering how come i didn't bring up cartman... well, thats because that turned into a whole essay of its own that i may post later if i finish it and if i don't fall asleep.

anyways thanks again for the ask! i keep feeling like i'm doing this wrong, i somehow end up writing meta instead of headcanons but oh well lol

[calamityjimao3]

Writing Advice ??? Don't forget about your characters. I know this sounds stupid and obvious, because, hey, you are writing a story and your characters are right there, but there are less obvious ways of forgetting them. In a story we need to move a character from point a to point b to move everything along, but we also need to remember that they are going on an emotional journey with their own motivations and reactions. Like, if you mention that your character’s mom was hit by a car you really need to think about the impact that has on your character. Yeah, sure, they are sad mom died. Grief and all that. Crying, rage, quiet acceptance and standing at the graveyard with flowers. We all have a checklist of things people do to cope with death and honor those lost. Things we forget about? How that trauma lives with the character. Mom got hit by a car, so how does that change the person’s interactions with cars? Do they look three times when they cross the road? Will they never jaywalk and freak out when their friends do even on empty roads in the middle of nowhere? Do they only cross at lights? Do they wear a ridiculously bright hat so they are more visible in the dark? Or maybe they have an irrational hatred of people who drive trucks in the city. Maybe they have road rage. Maybe they gave up driving and now only take public transit. Maybe they are terrified of hitting a pedestrian. Mom is dead and it is a big deal.  I mean, my grandma died of lung cancer caused specifically by second hand smoke. If you think that didn’t come with its own pile of tricks above and beyond dead grandma you are kidding yourself. I won’t go into places where smoking is okay, especially not indoors. If someone lights up in their own house I will never go to that house again. I stand ridiculously far away from people smoking at the bus stop and I move on the bus when the person in front of me smells like cigarettes. I don’t smoke. I have never tried smoking, be it pot or tobacco. Trauma is something characters carry. It is pervasive and complex and can be surprising in its manifestations. But your character has it and it is important to keep in mind that what you as an author feel is mundane, like roads, is important to your character. This is the same with joy. One of my favorite moments in life is when me and a sibling said fuck it to christmas, watched a totally legal copy of the original tron on their computer, went to the theatre to watch the sequel, and then had chinese food for supper. Now chinese food reminds me of  that day. I order it when I am sad because it makes me happy. I like to eat it with other people because it reminds me of my sibling’s company. Throughout our stories we make things important to our characters and we need to remember those and remember that our character would have a unique reaction in those situations. It also becomes important to really show the audience what’s going on here because it’s been made to be important. If mom gets hit by a car and your character does something car adjacent, mom dying that way is going to become a moment that needs to be explored even if the story isn’t about dead mom or coping with grief. If best memory is linked to Chinese food we’re really going to take a bite and savor it when the character has it, even if it isn’t a christmas story.  You’ve spent all this time building this character you love and then forging a connection between them and the audience. Don’t waste your work by skimming over something that you as an individual wouldn’t care about but would matter a lot to your character, even when it isn’t the focus of the story. Your audience now loves (or loathes) this person. Keep that energy going.

[dibbs-n-scribbs]

EP 4 IS GOATED I WOULD BE CRYING RN IF I WASNT NEAR OTHER PPL AT THE MOMENT

Obv Ludwig episode 4 spoilers cause I gotta talk about this ep

The episode starting off with sleepy John all tucked into the cozy bed makes me feel all giddy inside only to be woken up by Lucy lmao. Also John ushering Lucy out so he can change out of his pjs acting as if his pj set qualifies him as naked lol

I got real Monk vibes off of this episode in many ways, if there were any episode to relate the two I think it’d be this one

THE FREAKING FOUR LEAF CLOVER SCENE OH MY GOSH. John surprised that Lucy remembered the clover, giving it to her when they were kids- it was truly a sweet moment. ONLY TO FIND OUT LUCY STILL HAS IT AND KEEPS IT AS A BOOKMARK - THE TENSION!! Even seeing that the lamination had yellowed a bit over time to signify how long she’d kept it for - TEARS TO MY EYES.

The ‘here’s what happened’ sort of scene with the kid’s chess set was fun to watch

The back and forth between the constables as to who gets to put the handcuffs on who this week was also one of the my favorite bits

This episode made me think more that Lucy has it incredibly rough - imagine hearing someone come through the door every night and see someone who looks exactly like your husband only to know he’s not really there and possibly won’t be. That’s such an insane thing to fathom - the same goes from Henry in their shared grief. Once more, if the tension is what I think they’re trying to imply between John and Lucy with the complicated element of James, it leads for such a complex intertwining of stories and tension. The writers of this show get me hooked so fast.

AND WHAT IS UP WITH COMPUTER WOMAN?! WHAT IS HER STORY - the show is slowly giving hints but I need to know NOW

another ‘monk’ moment I really enjoyed was john rearranging the wires on the generator - such a monk move remembering where they go as DI Carter goes “believe me he definitely remembers where they go”. Was rewatching Monk from the start last night and the first ep literally has an exact moment like this with the board and the pin - I’m telling you connections are being made!

All in all one of my favorite episodes yet - can’t wait for the next two!