#nope it is sticky clay time

[mysterypigeon]

i;m gonna col aps

[chanfictions]

Count - Bonus Extended Aftercare Scene

Hidan x Reader, Kakuzu x Reader

This one isn't raunchy, but still calling it 18+ content! Minors, DNI.

Part 1 - Bonus Scene - Part 2 - Special Episode: Red - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Special Episode: Nightmares - Part 6 - Part 7 - Special Episode: Sick Day - Part 8 - Special Episode: Nightmares Pt. 2

95% fluff - Reader needs some time to come down from orbit after the insanity in Part 1. Bubble baths, teasing, fluff fluff fluff, etc. I needed something light after writing the first part.

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"That's one."

"Wha?" You breathed in disbelief, thinking your brain had just misfired.

With a throaty chuckle, Kakuzu rubbed a hand on your back, still settling you back down from the intense high you had been riding for the last few hours. "Although, I have to tack one more on, considering you never bothered to ask what exactly it was that you owed."

"Trick question," you mumbled into his shoulder.

"You have no way of knowing that now," he smirked.

"Can't collect f'm dead," you slurred, eyes closed. "Pretty sure 'm dead."

"Nah, you're fine. Just totally fucked out of your head," Hidan snickered.

"Nope, dead," you breathed, tucking your arms in between you and Kakuzu now that you were starting to cool down. "Because Kakuzu’s cuddling me. Kakuzu doesn't cuddle."

Kakuzu snorted, rumbling with a laugh that traveled through your body. "I could give you back to Hidan if you want to insist that I am incapable, but he's just going to fuck you again."

You pressed yourself against his chest. "Nuh uh. Cuddly Kakuzu accepted. Pussy offline. Try again later."

Hidan cackled. "I like her like this."

Grumbling, you turned your head against the chest you were cuddling. "Fuck… need a shower."

"You want a shower when you can't even stand?" Kakuzu quipped.

"I can totally stand," you mumbled with your eyes still closed.

"You're going to be in for a rude awakening as soon as water hits your skin," Hidan mused, admiring the view of the dark welts and bites littering your body. "That or we're going to be listening to you orgasm in the shower for a week. I don't think you have any idea how purple you are."

"I do," you breathed happily.

"How long does that shit take to heal with that weird blood trait of yours, anyway?" Hidan inquired, resting his chin on his hand.

"Day or two," you mumbled.

Kakuzu gave your ear a flick. "Did you forget about all of the blood you gave Deidara after his last little batch of clay blew up in his face? You're down at least a quart. That slows your recovery time."

"Fuck," you grimaced, having forgotten that.

"How the hell do you know about all of that, Kakuzu?" Hidan raised a brow.

"B'cause he's a billiondy and probably knows my great-grandpar--ow!" You were interrupted by another flick to the ear.

"Watch it, runt, or you're going to be my personal plaything for a month," Kakuzu warned.

"Oh no," you giggled tiredly, feigning despair.

"You really are a glutton for punishment, aren't you?" Hidan mused with another laugh.

"Guilty," you said on a heavy exhale, sinking contently into the wall of warmth that was Kakuzu.

"Be careful what you wish for, girl," Kakuzu rumbled again.

Another little stifled laugh rattled in your throat. Being Kakuzu's plaything for a month would probably result in death by orgasm.  "Can I wish to teleport into a shower? I'm covered in… everyone's everything," you giggled again, finding it amusing with your totally zonked out brain, forgetting all of your rage in the kitchen a few hours ago.

Hidan smirked and stood up, peeling your sticky body off of Kakuzu's. "Kakuzu's got a sweet bathtub."

"Wait, not sure if want," you pawed weakly for Kakuzu before dropping your head against Hidan. "If you're coming with me, I'm fucked again," you snorted with drunk laughter.

Hidan threw his head back and cackled while he carried you toward the bathroom. "Yeah, probably."

"Kakuzuuu-" You whined pitifully.

"Hidan," a gruff warning rang from across the room.

"Fine, fine. She can have a break," he snickered before closing the door.

You groaned, sounding completely exhausted when he set you down on a closed toilet to get the water running. "I can do this myself y'know. I don't need supervision."

As the water began filling the impressively large tub, Hidan dumped in some bubbles for good measure, snickering to himself that Kakuzu had bubble bath materials sitting out in the open. "You're going to fall on your face if you try to stand up. Your legs are still shaking."

You looked down. He was right. All of you, in fact, was still shaking.

"I beat the hell out of you on top of everything else. Your body is toast right now, and so is your brain. Quit trying to be so damn self-sufficient and accept that the medic needs a bubble bath." Hidan ditched the rest of his clothes as the tub neared full, twisting off the taps once it was. "Come on, fuck piñata," he snickered while scooping you up again.

You groaned. "Please tell me that isn't your new favorite nickname for me."

"I like it better than Nurse Ratchet or blood bank," he grinned as he settled into the water with you in front of him.

"Ahhh, fuck that's hot!" You squeaked, trying to climb back up Hidan's torso to get out.

"It isn't. You're just missing some skin, babe. Relax." Hidan was being surprisingly gentle about this. He settled his arms around you in the water, getting you comfortable despite the welts. Your head fell back against his shoulder, eyes clenched while gritting your teeth. Every inch of you burned. As the post-frenzy endorphins wore off, the ache was setting in. "I told you the water was going to suck," he mused while petting your hair back.

"You just came in here to see more pain face, didn't you," you accused, opening one eye to look up at him.

"Maybe," he grinned cheekily. "You don't really have a pain face when I'm hitting you, though. It's this glorious psychotic laughter combined with an o-face. I fucking love it."

You grimaced, shifting in the water. "Glad you were entertained."

Hidan snagged a washcloth with a long arm and brought it into the water, slowly running it over your skin to dislodge the dried layers of 'everyone's everything', as you so delicately stated, not trying to hide the fact that he was enjoying the pained sounds rattling through your shaky body. "You have to breathe," he said in your ear, running what felt like sandpaper over your legs.

"Fucking hell," you groaned.

"Not gonna cum again, are ya?" He teased.

"No, just feels like sandpaper. And lava. And angry kittens," you griped through grit teeth.

"I can use my hand instead," he added mischievously.

Another pained sound tumbled from your lips. "That might be better," you hissed.

Hidan happily obliged, going over the rest of you with his palm instead. It still stung like hell, but it was way better than the cloth. You sank back into him and the biting water after his little bit of washing torture was through.

"Why does Kakuzu have such an amazing bathtub," you bubbled with your mouth just above the water. Hidan shifted you back up a bit before you drowned yourself in suds.

"He's a stingy bastard, but the man likes nice things," Hidan snickered.

You enjoyed a light laugh at that before having another tired revelation. "Fuck… we destroyed my clothes. I have to go get clothes," you groaned at the ceiling.

"You aren't doing anything, cupcake," Hidan snorted. "I'll grab something from your room after this. You don't get to sleep by yourself after what we just did to you, either. You're staying with one of us tonight. I'm warning you now because Kakuzu's going to tell you that as soon as you mention bed."

"Fuck's sake, I'm fine," you grumbled.

"You're going to have one hell of a drop if you don't," Hidan chided. "Kakuzu has rules about fucking crazies like you for a good reason. Accept the cuddling."

"You're being awfully nice to me right now. I'm suspicious," you mumbled tiredly.

"How the hell was I supposed to know you had a tolerable personality under all of the stomping and whiskey guzzling?" Hidan teased. "You've been so pissy about being stuck here that you never bothered to interact with any of us outside of your job."

"I'm having a talk therapy session with Hidan in Kakuzu's bathtub. These have to be the chemical misfires of a dying brain," you eyed the ceiling as you sighed. "You two fucked me to death. That's the only way this makes sense."

"Quit being so dramatic," Hidan laughed.

"Not a bad way to go, though," you giggled hoarsely.

Hidan chuckled, idly running his palm up and down one of your arms, occasionally crossing onto your chest. He could still feel your entire body vibrating. "So are you going to tell me what the deal was with you kicking me in the face while you were hanging up?"

"Thought you liked a good struggle," you mumbled, hoping he would drop it.

"That wasn't the same. I get that it's a hard no. I just wanna know why," he shrugged.

You blew a heavy sigh before finally making your admission. "Mouths freak me out."

"Mouths." Hidan repeated, dumbfounded.

You shuddered. "I'm not big on the whole kissing thing either, which I'm sure you noticed. Biting anywhere else is fine and dandy. It's just… tongues… ugh," you shuddered again. "Can't do it. Weird texture. Nope."

Hidan suddenly burst out laughing. "Is that why you freak out and get so pissy every time Deidara blows his arms off? Is it those creepy fucking mouth hands?"

You made a gagging noise and a shiver raced up your spine. "Can we not talk about Deidara's mouth hands?"

Hidan let out a giddy, devious giggle and nuzzled your neck. "What are you gonna do if I lick your face?"

"Scream bloody murder for Kakuzu and hope he flushes your balls down the toilet?" You squeaked while arching your head away from him.

"Moooouth haaaands," he whispered mischievously while making little wavy motions with his palms while holding your arms.

"Hida--" You yelped desperately, only to be silenced by a palm over your mouth.

Laughing hysterically, he pressed a tongue-free kiss to your cheek. "Don't go crying for daddy the second I bully you, or he'll never let us steal this tub again," he teased. "By the way, you should call him that if you're feeling really bratty and want the soul fucked out of your body," he snickered.

"Hmmmffff--and how would you know that?" You teased back after prying his hand off of your mouth. You then paused to think about the fact that Hidan said again.

"You're not the first feisty little brat we've tag teamed," he replied smugly. "But you hold the current record for being the most fun. Masochists are so hard to come by, especially ones who can take a beating and  a dicking like that. I always get stuck with the girls that only want a light spanking, but fuck is that unsatisfying. I wanna smack you so hard my palm hurts."

You giggled. "If it isn't enough to make me swing, it wasn't hard enough."

Hidan laughed heartily and pinched your cheek. "See, that's why I've decided we're keeping you."

"Scuze me, what?" You did not have the brain power for this right now.

"Besides, you have a debt to pay, little lady," he snickered. "And Kakuzu believes in compound interest. Not to mention the fact that I think he likes you. He never takes cuddle duty and always drops the criers on me to deal with. He says he doesn't tolerate brats, but he's so full of shit. He fuckin' loves putting a brat in their place."

"I'm not usually a brat, per se. I was just in a mood in the kitchen earlier."

"Bullshit," Hidan snorted. "You love pushing buttons."

You groaned with a defeated laugh. "My brain is too cooked for this right now." You settled back against the body behind you, trying to ignore the harsh sting that shot through you every time you moved. Pain was delicious, but even you had some limits as to how long you enjoyed it. The aftermath was always a little tricky, especially when you were down a quart. Recovery would be slower, as Kakuzu pointed out. Fuck, you just wanted a nap. Your eyes fluttered closed with a sigh.

You must have nodded off for a moment because the next thing you knew, Hidan was tapping your cheek.

"Hey, no sleeping in the tub."

You grumbled pathetically and grabbed for the side with a shaky hand. "Fine, lemme get out."

Hidan popped the drain with his foot and slid you around to stand you up.

Oh, that was a mistake. Soaking in hot water for that long after all of your earlier shenanigans and then standing up suddenly tanked your blood pressure. Your head tipped back and ears started ringing over the sound of Hidan's laughter.

"Little miss "I don't need aaaany help" is about to hit the deck," he snickered while just lifting you over the lip and setting your feet on a rug. With the rustle of fabric, he snatched a towel and wrapped it painfully tightly around your torso, eliciting a groan from you.

"Dick," you croaked, not much liking the feeling of that fabric on raw skin.

"Mmm, maybe later," he hummed in your ear.

Your head fell back against his shoulder. Standing was too much effort. "Just leave me here. I'll sleep on the rug," you groaned.

Hidan parked you on the closed toilet again while throwing his own clothes back on and drying off, chuckling as you folded over your legs and closed your eyes again. Sleep was singing a siren song for you. It was so hard to resist. "You think Kakuzu's going to let you sleep on the floor in his bathroom? You really are a nutcase."

"Tired. Don't care," you breathed a muffled reply into your knees. You thought for a moment that Hidan was actually going to leave you alone there, as you didn't hear his snark for several minutes. Somehow you missed the opening and closing of the door, as a flick to your ear jarred you out of near sleep. You just made another muffled groan but didn't pick up your head.

"Come on, princess. You wanted clothes," Hidan quipped, sitting you up by the shoulder and pulling a shirt over your head.

Grumbles rattled in your chest as you stuck shaky arms through the sleeves. "You did not go rifling through my dresser."

"Of course I did. Gotta say, I like what you keep in that panty drawer," Hidan cackled, twirling a pair around his finger like he was going to fling them at you.

"Gimme those," you growled, making a weak attempt at snatching them.

"Mmm, I don't know if I should let you after what a little shit you were on the rope," he grinned.

"Please, Hidan?" you sighed defeatedly.

"Fuck, I love hearing you say that," he growled in a wicked tone, leaning down and letting you have them.

Grumbling to yourself, you wrestled them onto yourself with a few pained grunts. Your ass was bruised as hell. Despite the fabric being very soft, putting anything on felt miserable. Shorts followed, leaving you sitting there with your shaky legs as you tried to decide how much of a mistake it would be to get up and try to go back to your room.

"Alright, let's go, piñata," Hidan snickered while hauling you up to your feet.

You didn't have the brainpower for a cheeky retort and just leaned on him. "I hate you sometimes."

"Keep telling yourself that, babe," he cackled while ruffling your hair and walking you back out into the room.

You just huffed as you shuffled along next to him. When you looked up, you saw that Kakuzu had cleaned everything else up while you were soaking in the tub. Somehow, it felt like you were going to pay for that.

"Here ya go, partner," Hidan declared while parking you back on the couch again. You had neither the energy nor the willpower to argue.

Kakuzu looked up from where he stood, coiling up the rope that had been left on the floor.

"Can I go now?" You grumbled while folding over your legs again, your knees muffling your voice. "I'm not going to spontaneously combust if I sleep in my own bed."

"You're sleeping here," Kakuzu gruffed without turning around, finishing up the coil of the rope and putting it away again.

"Told you so," Hidan snickered while mussing up your hair again, eliciting another harumph from you.

Kakuzu walked over to where you folded yourself in half and sat you upright by the shoulder, but your head remained tipped forward. "You don't want to share a bed with me. I'm a blanket hog and I snore," you mumbled. You carefully left out the part that you were a fitful sleeper. The embarrassment of having either of them finding out that you often woke up in a cold sweat from the nightmares you still had about your previous life motivated you to try to talk your way out of a night in either of their beds. Kakuzu tipped your head up to force eye contact.

"You think all of that is going to hog a bed?" Hidan snorted while gesturing vaguely at you.

"Don't underestimate the blanket stealing power of a woman," you retorted.

"Enough. I've been dealing with messes like you for longer than you have been alive, little girl. If you want there to be a next time, you're going to shut up and do as I say," Kakuzu growled in your face, silencing you immediately. "You're still shaking. My bed. Now."

"Now you've done it. Daddy's mad," Hidan teased with a devious grin. "Have fun, princess." With one last playful pinch of your cheek, Hidan left.

With another groaning complaint, you heaved yourself onto unsteady legs, nearly toppling right into Kakuzu in the process. You had to grip a handful of his shirt to avoid landing on your face.

"Tell me again how you think you're walking anywhere without my help," he gruffed.

"I'm not," you sighed defeatedly with the weight of his rant on your shoulders. The heat radiating off of him made you want to crawl into his clothes and sleep there, causing you to unconsciously lean in for more contact. Without the warmth from the bathwater, you were freezing.

With a satisfied grunt, he coiled one tree trunk of an arm around your body for a bit of support and brought you over to the absolute pile of heaven that was his bed. Hidan wasn't kidding when he said his partner liked nice things. It was like falling into a fluffy cloud. You almost wondered how he could be so grumpy all the time when he was sleeping on such a divine throne,  but you knew better than to ask. You must have let out a content little moan because Kakuzu was snickering at you.

"This is going to cost me, isn't it?" You groaned after a moment of sprawling out in his bed like a cat.

"We'll discuss payment when your trophies from tonight have healed," he said with a dark chuckle while climbing in after you. He collected the little heap of limbs that was you and pulled you over, covering the both of you with a blanket.

You sighed contently as a little shiver rolled up your spine. Despite the ache throbbing through your entire body that seemed to radiate from your injuries, you were desperately cold, and Kakuzu was a furnace. A quiet hum sat in your throat as you curled up with your back against his side and took custody of one of his arms, hugging it like a stuffed animal. "I'm warning you, I'm a terror to sleep with," you mumbled into his bicep. "I drool, too."

"You aren't talking your way out of this bed," Kakuzu snorted, shifting onto his side to drape his other arm over your body.

You closed your eyes and yawned, squeezing his arm. "And I kick. Sometimes I talk in my sleep."

"Next you're going to tell me that you breathe fire as well." 

"Haven't done that yet," you mumbled, nuzzling the warmth beneath your head. "Dunno any fire style."

Kakuzu chuckled.

You got lost in your thoughts for a few minutes as you laid there, curling your legs one behind the other. "Hey… Kakuzu?" You asked quietly.

"Yes?"

You chewed your lip for a moment before finally gathering the courage to speak again. "Can… you do that tapping thing you did on the couch again?"

"What, are you afraid of being in my bed after all of that?" He inquired incredulously.

You shrank. "No… it's just… nevermind."

"Face me."

Now embarrassed, you chewed your lip and released the arm you were hugging to roll over and laid your head against his chest, tucking your arms between your bodies. The weight readjusted around you and wrapped you tightly as the rhythmic tapping on your tensed upper back began.

"Count."

[brelione]

Trying To Help (The Best Boys)

Series Masterlist

Warnings:Mentions of death, not super sad kind of just conflicting I think (figured id give you guys an emotional break), mentions of blood.Not proof read because im a lazy bitch.

“Hey pretty boy.”You whispered, trying not to cry.Topper frowned, not understanding where he was or why everything felt so weird. “Im sorry I drove off a bridge.”He replied, his voice sounding funny as if he had been talking with food in his mouth.

 “Dont be bubs, you didnt mean to….”You replied, hoping your voice wasnt hurting his head.His eyes closed again, too lazy to keep them open. “Rafe should be here soon.”You bit the inside of your cheek anxiously.

His nose scrunched up, a look of disapproval on his face. “Why does everything always gotta be about Rafe?”He asked, his eyes opening wide when he realised there was a cast on his arm.He moved the fingers on his right hand, making sure that one wasnt broken too.Needles and IVs had been stabbed into his arm and hand, an air tube across his face and at his nostrils.

He noticed your hand on the bed, reaching for it with his good hand.You let him hold it, glad he wasnt mad at you.The room was quiet and dark but not so much that it was awkward, the two of you just trying to keep eachother calm. “Hey,guys.”The door opened to reveal Rafe.

He was wearing a backwards hat, a light blue polo shirt and black pants.He looked just as much of a mess as you, a guilty expression on his face.His eyes flicked over to you and Toppers hands as he sat in the chair next to you.

 “Is that Rafe?”Topper asked, too tired to open his eyes again. “Yeah, dude.You really fucked up this time.”Rafe smiled but his face quickly fell into a frown when you didnt do the same.You began to drag your fingertips along Toppers arm, feeling a bit better when he grinned at the feeling.

“So how was the movie?”He asked, feeling his eyes water up. “Um...yeah, we didnt end up finishing it.Guess it wasnt the same without you there.”You muttered, your fingers trailing back down to his palm.

He hummed, taking in a deep breath when he realised you could hear his heartbeat increasing from the monitor. “I knew you wouldnt finish it.Between you and Kelce screaming and….and Rafe being an impatient slut.”Topper smiled, opening his eyes ever so slightly to catch a glimpse of Rafe’s reaction.

 “Hmm...you’re lucky your arms already broken, pussy.”Rafe smiled, becoming less tense when you rolled your eyes. “DOnt be fucking rude.”You whispered with a small smile. “You know what...its the quoting the Kardashians daily for me.”Topper bit his lip as he waited for you to respond. “Its...the breaking my flower pot for me.”You replied, tapping your fingers against his palm.You grinned,recalling the memory.

You and Kelce had spent the morning together after a sleepover.You had scrolled through your pinterest feed as usual, coming across a ton of diy plant pots and decided to just go for it.You told Kelce about your idea as you two sat down for breakfast, both of you half asleep as you drank coffee. “Yeah, okay.”he agreed, putting on his shoes once he had finished his eggs.

 “So how many pots should we get?”He asked as you buckled your seatbelt.You shrugged, not really having a proper answer as he began to drive to Walmart, cursing when he couldnt find a parking spot.Once he did he waited for you to go back to your pinterest boards and figure out exactly what type of paint you would need for the project.

It was far too early for the store to be busy, holding on to Kelce’s back as he grabbed a cart. “What isle?”He asked, stopping to grab a bag of cheetos. “Uhhh….I dont know.Hold on.”You pulled out your phone, holding onto him with one arm and resting the phone on top of his head.

 “Thirteen.”You replied, squealing and holding on for dear life as he began running through the store, coming to a halt when he reached the isle.You hopped off of his back, grabbing some small pots and some medium pots and putting them into the cart carefully. 

“Can I paint spongebob on mine?”He asked, his eyes glancing through the paint colors on the hunt for a bright yellow. “I dont care, paint whatever you want.”You replied, grabbing the primary colors and tossing them into the cart.Kelce being Kelce had freaked when he saw the variety of stickers, buying at least thirty dollars worth of puppy stickers, marvel stickers, car stickers and shiny spikes. 

“No weeds are gonna mess with this plant when im done with it.”He said proudly as he grabbed every single strip of spike stickers.You had rolled your eyes, picking out some pearl like stickers and tossing them in the cart.Kelce smiled, getting an idea.

He moved all of the items to the opposite side of the cart to leave an empty space, picking you up quickly and putting you inside. “Kelce-seriously?”You sighed, holding on to the side as he pushed the cart quickly, swerving it against the tile on his way to the plant isle. 

“Yep, its easier this way.”He replied, stopping the cart once you guys got to the other side of the store. “Ooh….can we grow sunflowers?”He asked, tossing the bag of seeds into the cart before you could answer. “Get lavender too.”You replied, taking out your phone to play subway surfers.

Kelce huffed, arms wrapping around your shoulders and placing a kiss on the top of your head as he watched you play. “Whats your high score?”He asked, playing with the baby hairs that had fallen out of your braids. 

“I dunno, higher than yours.”You grinned, hearing him gasp. “Fucking rude.”He muttered, flicking your temple. “Fuck you.”You replied, avoiding a train. “Fuck you!”He exclaimed driving the cart to check out.He grabbed a few packs of gum as well, scanning the items at the self checkout.

You two then spent the whole afternoon painting pots and covering them in an obnoxious amount of stickers.The small one that Kelce had done all by himself was covered with spike stickers that kept falling off. “It wont stay stuck!”He exclaimed, becoming frustrated.

 “Kelce, babe, its cause you’ve got paint on the sticky part.”You sighed, grabbing a paper towel and putting it under the water to wipe off the yellow paint from the pot.He was a pouting mess for the rest of the afternoon but was happy with the outcome of the pot, taking a photo of it to post on his snapchat story. “How did you do that?”He asked, pointing to the pastel rainbow pot you had painted.You shrugged, just going off of what you saw in the video.You two had decided to just go sit on the couch and watch some cartoons while you waited for Rafe and Topper, leaving the pots to dry on the table.

Once Topper had gotten there he had given you a quick greeting and went into the kitchen to get something to drink, accidentally elbowing one of the pots in the process and sending it to the floor, the clay colliding with your tile floor. “TOPPER!WHAT THE FUCK?!”You exclaimed, rushing into the kitchen.

“Its the stealing my hoodies from me and then pretending you didnt for me.”He replied.Your heart dropped as you realized you were wearing his hoodie right now, beginning to freak out when you realised you werent even wearing pants.

 “Shut up.”You replied, squeezing his hand lightly.Kelce came through the door a few seconds later, sighing loudly. “These people are ridiculous-I had to convince them that I was Top’s adopted brother.Did you have to do that?”He asked Rafe, going to stand at the end of the bed.

 “Nope.”Rafe replied.Kelce bit the inside of his cheek, staring at Topper. “Concussion?”He asked, noticing the bandage that was peaking out from Topper’s forehead.You nodded, looking between the two boys. “How you feeling?”Kelce asked.Topper grinned, peaking one eye open. 

“Like shit.”Topper replied, a small smile on his face. “How long am I gonna be stuck here?”Topper asked, finally acknowledging the fact that he was in a hospital.Rafe shook his head, looking over to Kelce as if he knew anything about the situation that you and Rafe didnt.

Kelce shrugged, not knowing either. “I mean, with that kind of injury one could only assume a good two weeks or so.You wont be able to drive- (Y/N)- how did you get here?”Kelce asked, realising.You had texted them from the hospital which meant that Rafe hadnt driven you.

You went quiet, feeling their eyes on you. “Uhhh….I drove.”You replied, hoping they wouldnt push further.Topper opened both of his eyes this time, wanting to make sure he had understood properly. “What?”Topper asked, cringing at the lisp he now had.

He shouldve known his voice would sound different.He had literally bit off part of his tongue. “I drove.”You repeated, feeling a bit insecure.Rafe just looked confused, Kelce was shocked and Topper just couldnt believe it.

 “How’d it go?”Topper asked, wanting to sit up when he realised that he couldnt really move that much.You shrugged, trying to figure out why the attention was on you when Topper had literally almost died.

 “I dont really know, kinda just did it.I dont really remember it either.”You replied, feeling Rafe’s hand drift onto your knee, tapping your knee cap.He had been doing it for years.He was awkward most of the time and didnt know what to do if his hand was empty, usually going to hold yours or just touch you in some way to feel more grounded.

 “Why dont you remember it?”Topper asked, unable to grasp the whole situation.Thank god he didnt know that the nurse had told you about his ‘last words’.He wouldve had a heart attack on spot. “I was in shock, dum dum.I was just-just trying to make breakfast and then the fucking hospital calls me and tells me that you drove into a river.”You laughed, a few tears rolling down your face.

Toppers heart beat quickened,squeezing your hand tight. “I said I was sorry...did you at least drink water this morning?”He asked, wishing he could hug you.You laughed, wiping your face. “No, no I didnt cause I thought you were gonna die!”You replied, sniffling.

 “For the love of life, Topper.Keep up.”You let out a shaky breath. “Im trying my best, sunshine.”He answered, not paying attention to Rafe or Kelce.It felt like you were the only one who was actually in the room with him.

 “I mean, I guess its just karma.Have any of us ever left during a movie night?All im saying is I think its like a curse or something.”Topper answered, trying his best to get you to stop crying.Kelce couldnt even think of something to say, the situation was overpowering him.

You just sighed,leaning your forehead against the mattress, staring down at the floor. “Why’d you leave?”You asked, still not understanding the full situation that lead to Topper leaving your house.Rafe shifted in his seat, squeezing your knee, almost trying to tell you not to bring it up again.

 “Just...wanted to go home.”He mumbled, knowing better than to bring up the argument that he no longer cared about.He couldve laughed at it.As jealous as he was as Rafe even he could admit that the son of a bitch cared about you more than anyone and to accuse him of not caring about you was the stupidest thing he had ever said.And that was saying a lot.

SOmetimes he was close to positive that Rafe didnt care about him or Kelce but there was never a single doubt in his mind that Rafe didnt love you.Now he kind of wish that he had died since it would leave you with Rafe and Kelce.

They were both better friends than he could ever be no matter how hard he tried.It wouldve been better for the whole friend group if he had stayed dead. “You have a concussion, bubs.Nothing you say is relevant for the next two weeks.”You joked, feeling the tears roll down your face and onto your collarbones, not even bothering to wipe them away anymore.

 “You have a single brain cell, (Y/N).Nothing you say is relevant.”He replied, laughing a bit.It didnt do much but hurt his head and make his tongue sting. “See?That’s not relevant.”You replied, lifting your head up from the mattress and kissing the back of his hand lightly.

Rafe smiled slightly, glad to see that you were a bit better and that Topper hadnt yelled at him to get out. “You know what?I just think I should say something really important.”Topper announced, thinking that he sounded louder than he actually did.Rafe squeezed your knee tightly, worried that Topper would tell you what he knew and that Kelce would freak out about it.

 “I dont think im allowed to watch tv with a concussion-fuck.”Topper grumbled, hearing Rafe let out a sigh of relief.He noticed Kelce still standing, getting up and asking you quietly if you two could share your seat.

You huffed, standing up and allowing him to sit in your chair, sitting on his lap, feeling self conscious when Toppers hoodie lifted to reveal half your thigh. “I mean, you could always do other things to pass the time.”Kelce replied, sitting down in the chair.

 “Hmm...like what?”Topper asked.Thank god Kelce was an optimist, the rest of you would be absolutely fucked without him. “Like….coloring, reading or….I dont know, thinking.”Kelce suggested, going quiet soon after. “Read what?”Topper asked.

He had never liked reading.Back when you guys were still in school he would refuse to read anything, tossing his homework down as you and Kelce tried to do yours.You usually had to harass Rafe for hours to do his work when all he could focus on was you.He would purposely annoy you just so you’d talk more and get all mad.

Between him and Topper you never got your work done, having to read to Topper so he would get some of his work done. “I could read you the Harry Potter books, ive got them downloaded to my phone.”You replied, a small grin on your face.

Toppers face became red, wanting to protest but deciding that he’d rather have you read to him than continue with the upsetting conversations. “Yeah, okay.”He answered, closing his eyes as you began to read.Kelce was smiling as you read, making comments every once in a while. 

“Wow, what a bitch.”He muttered about Vernon.Rafe squeezed your waist, resting his head against your back.It was some time in the afternoon when the nurse came in to check Toppers IV and give him some more medication. “Theres food available in the cafeteria, a warm soup or something soft would be best for your friend here.”She gestured towards Topper before leaving.

She had given you all a weird look, trying to figure out why a patient’s girlfriend was sitting on the lap of his assumed brother.Kelce bit the inside of his cheek, hearing his stomach rumbling. “Alright, well im going to the cafeteria. (Y/N), can you come with me please?”He asked.

You sighed, shaking your head. “Im not wearing pants.”You answered. “Can you stand up for a minute?”Rafe asked.You huffed, getting off of his lap, eyes widening when he pulled off his shorts and handed them right over to you.

Kelce wasnt even surprised, just hungry.You awkwardly pulled up the shorts, tying them tight around your waist and following Kelce into the elevator.Everything was going smoothly until it came to a stop. “What the hell?”Kelce asked, hitting a ton of buttons at once. “Kelce!Stop that!”You smacked his wrist, screaming when the elevator moved slightly, coming to a stop again. 

“What should I do?Im pressing the red button!”He exclaimed as he pressed it again. “I dont know!Press it again!”You exclaimed, clinging onto his arm. “Oh my fuck-shit dammit!Now we’re gonna die!”You exclaimed. 

“We’re already in a hospital, we’ll be fine.”He answered, pressing the button again. “Kelce!It’s gonna fall!”You exclaimed, holding onto him so tight you were starting to shake. “No its not, its fine.Just wait for someone to come fix it.”He spoke, pulling you onto the floor so you were sitting against him. “It’ll be fine, just wait.”He repeated.

“Im sorry, man.”Topper sighed, looking over to Rafe.THe brunette simply shrugged, not really bothered by it anymore. “Apology accepted.”Rafe replied.Topper let out a sigh of relief, glad that the tension wasnt as strong.

 “But like, can you be honest real quick?”Topper asked, waiting for Rafe to answer. “Yeah, yeah okay.”Rafe replied, dreading what Topper would ask. “Did you guys do anything?”He asked.Rafe frowned, not knowing what to say.

He didnt want to tell Topper something that you werent okay with him knowing but at the same time didnt want to lie. “Yeah, yeah we did.”Rafe replied, holding his breath.Topper simply hummed, letting out a breath through his nose. 

“Were you careful?You know she doesnt….hasnt done those types of things.You didnt hurt her though, right?”Topper asked.Rafe was a bit confused, thinking that Topper would get all jealous and grumpy. “Yeah, yeah I was….she was fine, like she said she was fine and I told her she could….ya know, stop me.She didnt though, I was careful.”Rafe’s cheeks were red, trying not to go into too much depth.

Topper nodded a bit, sighing. “Thats good...so like, are you guys dating now or whatever?”Topper asked, trying to ignore the pit in his stomach.Rafe gulped, not really knowing the answer himself. “I dont know….its all complicated I guess.”He replied, feeling guilty now that he was actually talking about it.

 “Okay...hey, do you think she knows?”Topper asked, hoping you wouldnt walk in at the wrong time.Rafe laughed at the comment. “Damn, man.I dont even know.Like, she obviously knows I do.Ive made it pretty obvious but like...you’ve made it pretty obvious too at this point I think.I feel like she doesnt think anyone would like her like that no matter how obvious we make it.I dont know, I feel like right now wouldnt be a good time to talk to her about this though, lets just not say anything to her.”Rafe muttered, realising he had promised you that he wouldnt tell anyone what you two had done last night

. “Hmm...you know whats fucked?”Topper asked, blinking slowly.Rafe hummed, waiting for him to continue. “I lost my two year streak with her.And you.”The blonde smiled, wiggling his toes carefully.Rafe laughed, pinching his nostrils. “Yeah, thats fucked.”He agreed.

“Nobody’s coming.”You huffed, holding on to Kelce’s hand as you leaned against the elevator wall. “You dont know that.”He replied, not sounding genuine at all. “I dont know….do you wanna talk about something?”You asked, thinking of ways to pass time while you guys were trapped.

He sighed, nodding. “What do you wanna talk about?”He asked, flicking at your fingertips. “I dont know...how are your cousins?”You asked, realising that that’s where he had come from.He chuckled, shaking his head.

 “Alec would not stop complaining about sushi, I guess her favorite restaurant closed and now shes all pissy about it.Shes really fucking tall now.”He sighed, kind of glad that he was able to leave the house.You nodded, trying to think of something else to say.

Alec was his 17 year old cousin, she was nice sometimes but she could also be a lot to handle from what you had heard.She was pretty cool though, always commenting on your instagram posts and hyping you up.It kind of gave Rafe a little competition since she always commented before him.

 “What about Jax?Is he still an ass?”You asked.You had met Jax a total of two times, both times he had called you hot and stared at you.He was 17 so it was kind of weird of him but you hadnt had to deal with him in a good six months.

Kelce shrugged, not having much to say. “Yeah, I dont think hes ever gonna change.He tried to download porn to my phone.”Kelce replied, biting the inside of his cheek. “Hey, is it true that Rafe kissed you?I mean, he told me but I figured he probably just dreamt it.”fuck.

Now everything was coming unraveled and you’d have to figure out how you wouldnt hurt anyone. “Uh...yeah, he did.”You answered, biting your bottom lip.He was silent.That was scary if something was so shocking that Kelce had nothing to say.

 “Alright...so how do you feel about it?”He asked, keeping his voice calm and steady.He was tired of not knowing what was going on, not understanding the new tension between you and Rafe.There had always been something there but recently it seemed to get a lot more serious.

But then again he had noticed the way you held Topper, how you’d sigh whenever the blonde kissed your forehead or when he’d hug you.He didnt really want to say anything, figuring that when you wanted to date one of them you would.

Now he sounded exactly like Topper, you were pretty sure those were the exact words that he had said to you. “Um….yeah, I dont really know.I guess that like im not mad about it but I just...I dont know how to feel.”You answered, knowing that it sounded stupid.

Kelce nodded, understanding. “So do you like Rafe?LIke, you know.”He asked, pulling at the sleeve of the hoodie out of boredom.You shrugged, not knowing the answer. “(Y/N), come on now.I see the way you look at him...its a little bit of something.”He pushed.

You knew he was right but you’d rather die than admit it. “I dont know, Kelce.Its just weird, I guess.Like we’ve been friends for like...eight years and now all this shit is happening.”You answered.

He nodded, trying to think of the best advice to give you. “Alright, well life is too short for shit.If you like Rafe then I think you should go for it.All that matters is that you’re happy and if he makes you happy then you should be with him.”Kelce squeezed your hand, waiting for you to speak.

Of course Kelce would say that.That was the most Kelce thing you had ever heard him say. “Yeah, but I dont think I want to be with him.”You muttered, not knowing how to explain what you were feeling.Kelce was confused, trying his best not to show it.

 “Okay….but why?Do you like someone else at the same time?”He asked, trying to piece everything together.The elevator began to move again, scaring you both. “Shit.”You sighed, holding on to his arm as he helped you up. 

“We’ll talk about this later.”It sounded like more of a question.He had never been great at being assertive.A few staff members apologized, explaining that a patient had went roaming around and they had to stop the elevators to prevent them from leaving the hospital.

Kelce held onto your hand tight as you made your way to the cafeteria.None of the food looked particularly appetizing, eventually deciding on a small container of mac and cheese for yourself, a turkey sandwich for Rafe and finding a sealed bowl of potato soup for Topper.

Kelce had grabbed a few sodas and a gatorade for Topper, reuniting with you as you both went to the line, paying for the food.You two had decided on just taking the elevator again, figuring it would be difficult to walk up the stairs with so much to carry.

Luckily it didnt come to a stop this time, the two of you completing the trip successfully and walking back into the hospital room.Rafe and Topper were laughing about something, Rafe sitting in his boxers.It was quite funny.You all ate in a pretty much silence, having to help Topper elevate the upper half of his bed so he could eat properly. 

“I hate hospital food.”Rafe sighed, biting into his sandwich while keeping you balanced on his left thigh.He tried to ignore all of the thoughts he was getting, figuring that the lack of caffeine in his system was making him horny.

That first night in the hospital had been the hardest.You were the only one who was allowed to stay while Kelce and Rafe had to go home.You had given Rafe his sweatpants back.

He decided that he needed to talk to you, taking your hand and getting far away from the room where the trauma patients were seperated from the elderly. “How are you?”He asked.You kind of wanted to punch him.What the hell kind of question was that?

 “I just...im fine.”You forced yourself to grin, not wanting to be rude.He licked his lips, looking around. “Thats...not what I meant.”His face flushed a bit, his ears pink. “oh-oh....um, yeah im fine.”You repeated.He hummed, hands ending up in the pockets of your hoodie.

 “Thats good....im sorry that I went so fast, I know you wanted me to be gentle.”He apologized, kissing your forehead. “Its fine, Rafe.”You answered, hugging him.He huffed, accepting the hug. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, I can stop by your house and grab you some clothes.”He offered, staring down at you.You nodded, accepting the offer.He leaned down, kissing you gently, feeling himself get weak.

You pulled away after a moment, kissing the tip of his nose before standing on your tiptoes to kiss his forehead. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”You grinned, kissing him gently. “Alright, text me the clothes that you want...do you want one of my shirts?”he asked, smiling when you nodded. “Alright....okay, tomorrow.”He repeated, finally letting go of you.

You ended up staying up for a majority of the night, holding Topper’s hand as you read to him, switching from Harry Potter to short stories.He had moved over in his bed ever so slightly, groaning in pain, staring at the small empty space he had made.

You took the message, hesitantly laying next to him, becoming stiff when he wrapped his good arm around you and let you rest your head on his shoulder. “You’re cold.”He mumbled, holding you tighter.

The nurse came in to wake him up every hour and a half since sleep was bad for concussions.You barely got any sleep, more focused on listening to make sure his heartbeat was steady.

Rafe and Kelce came at seven in the morning with coffee and donuts, a container of chocolate flavored yogurt for Topper.Rafe had stuffed one of your backpacks full of clothes, grabbing whatever he thought would bring you comfort.

He had grabbed you a new shirt from his closet, a mint blue and purple striped polo that was pretty long on him which meant it would fit you like a baggy dress, spraying it with his cologne.

He grabbed your facewash for you, a hairbrush, some hair ties, some socks, soft pants and some loose fitting shirts.He felt a little guilty for looking through your bras and underwear but he knew he couldnt just not bring you some, grabbing a few random ones and stuffing them in the bag.

He grabbed your polaroid camera and a few of your photos, thinking that you might show them to Topper.You were glad to be able to change into some pants, thanking him quietly and slipping in the bathroom to change, sighing when you noticed how wattery and irritated your eyes looked, changing into the shirt that you had seen Rafe wear a couple of times, sniffing it and feeling a calm sensation run through your body.

You sat at the foot of the bed, pulling your knees to your chest as you drank your coffee, taking long, slow blinks.That had been your first day without sleep.It wasnt until the third day that Kelce and Rafe were becoming really concerned.

It had began to rain outside, Kelce and Rafe were trying to convince you to leave and go home. “No.”You answered, sitting in one of the chairs.Topper was asleep.“No-no, you.We’re going home- dont give me that look.You can come back tomorrow but tonight you’re going to sleep in your bed, okay?”Kelce asked, not really giving you any options, picking up your bag.

 “No.”You repeated, wanting to scream when he grabbed your arm, bringing you outside the room. “(Y/N), you havent slept in days.Just come home.”Rafe tried to convince you, going on to explain that you could ride with him or Kelce and then tomorrow the three of you would go into Rafe’s truck and Kelce could drive your car back to your house so you didnt have to worry about it.

You agreed eventually, going back into the room to say bye to Topper, kissing his cheek. “Hey, dont worry about me.Got it?If I find out you were worrying about me im gonna break all your flower pots.”He threatened, a small grin on his face.

You had decided to drive with Kelce, holding his hand as he drove on the wet roads.He was careful to drive slowly so he wouldnt freak you out, informing you that Rafe was going to go stop at a Papa Ginos to grab you guys dinner.

Your house felt foreign to you, the couch not comfy anymore.Kelce frowned, noticing your discomfort. The anxiety felt like it was eating away at your brain.Kelce tried to think of a way to help, the thoughts not coming so easy to him anymore.

The stress was building up inside of him, the stress from dealing with everyone elses problems combining with his own. “Come on.”He grabbed your hand, bringing you upstairs.

Your legs were tired from being held to your chest or bent at uncomfortable angles so you could lay in the hospital bed.He opened the door to your bedroom. “Lay down.”He told you, hoping his voice hadnt come across as creepy.

You raised your eyebrows, not understanding why he was telling you to do this but going along with it anyways.He got onto the bed next to you, wrapping an arm around your toso, one of his legs resting across your thighs with his head directly under your chin.

 “What are you doing?”You asked.You couldnt deny it, it was quite a comfortable position. “Im trying to help.I saw this thing on Tik Tok the other day that if you lay on someone its like a weighted blanket and helps with stress.”He explained, pulling your comforter up over your bodies.

It only took you a matter of seconds to fall asleep, Kelce grinning.The feeling of cuddling someone helped him too, a small sigh escaping his lips as he closed his eyes as well, falling asleep before Rafe pulled into your driveway with a pizza in the backseat.

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Electric Shock- Denki Kaminari

You’ve had a secret crush on Denki from class 1-A for awhile now. The best time to confess of course is after he sneeze shocks you.

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You watched silently as Shinsou read, only turning to look out the window when he had picked up another book. Due to an issue in class 1-B’s dorm, your class was forced to partner up and stay in the few extra rooms that 1-A had left. Thankfully, you got Shinsou, an easy going, quiet person that just so happens to be your best friend. Unfortunately, you also got partnered with your other friend, Monoma. While he could be quiet at times, he absolutely loved annoying class 1-A. Because he was staying with you, you had to keep an eye on him. Right now though, he was asleep, occasionally shuffling here and there and whimpering, dreaming perhaps. Out the window, you could see Midoryia practicing with the air, improving his technique. The warm glow of the evening light looked enticing, so you visited Izuku. “Hey, Midoryia!” He stopped and looked at you. From where you were standing, you could see a sheen of sticky sweat on his skin. “Hey, ______!” “Do you need something to practice on? I can draw up a clay figure.” Izuku nodded his head excitedly. Most people didn’t know you had a drawing quirk. When they found out, it was astonishing.

Your pad appeared from thin air and you started drawing a replica of Uraraka. When you were done, you tapped the dirt and watched as the mud and clay formed the delicate girl. “Uraraka?” He was so amazed by your drawing that he forgot that she was here to fight him. Suddenly, he started to float. He was hovering in midair when he realized that the clay figure had touched him right before he started to drift upwards. Looking down, he noticed that the clay figurine had her hands together, the same way the real girl used her quirk. “That’s SO COOL!” You let out a small chuckle. “She won’t disappear until you defeat her.” You yelled upwords, right before the figurine released her hands and the boy fell to the ground, now in a battle state of mind. The sun was inviting, as you had thought, it was warm and subtle. Not too hot and not too cold. Surprisingly, Midoryia defeated Uraraka quickly. You conjured up a different person, this one being Iida hoping that it’ll give you more time to work on some other people to draw. Thankfully, you can save drafts and you’ve sparred with some of your own creations so some people are already drawn. People like Bakugo, Todoroki, Shinsou, All Might, Shigaraki and Stain. Those last two are your little secret.

“Is that...me?” Getting startled, you accidentally drew a line through the face you were drawing. Iida stood at the door watching the clay figurine kick up dust. “Yes.” A few others came out to watch as well. “Whose work is this?” Todoroki inquired, wanting to know in case he wanted to do some extra sparring. “Why, it's the favorite quirk in UA and guess what? She’s in our class. Guess that sucks for you.” “Shut up, Monoma.” You sat the pad to the side and quickly grabbed his ear to sit by you. “That is my quirk by the way.” “Can you make anybody?” “As long as I know their faces and their quirks.” Finally, Midoryia defeated clay Iida. “Give me another one. A hard one.” Hmmm. All Might should work. The students gasped in awe at the very detailed All Might forming out of the clay that was used from Iida. “I am here!” Although the voice doesn’t sound exact, it was pretty spot on with a gravelly texture but what can you possibly do with clay and voices? Mineta slithered up beside you. “Who ya drawing now?” “Someone from class 1-A…” “Is it me?” You laughed. “No, I haven’t drawn you yet.” “Who else have you drawn?” A rosy tint appeared on your cheeks. Telling who, will show that you have been staring at some of them (ehem, the boys).

“Um, for the girls, Uraraka, Yaoyorozu,” The aforementioned squealed and wanted to fight against herself. “Tsuyu, Jirō, Mina, Hagakure. For the boys, Shinsou, Aoyama, Iida, obviously. Bakugou and Todoroki.” The girls felt honoured that you had drawn all of them. “The boys aren’t correctly detailed all the way through because um-“ The heat rose to your cheeks again. “It’s hard not to look creepy while staring at them.” Honestly, you forgot about Mineta until he spoke up. “You can look at me all you want…” he drooled a little. “Thanks, Neta!” You weren’t falling for his dumbass tricks. Nope. You were gonna ignore him. Iida and Kirishima also offered to let you study them to draw them in great detail. “____! Another one, please.” “Take a break, Midoryia.” Iida pressed on when he tried to talk back. You gladly brought a Yaoyorozu to life when the real one wanted to fight herself. A little while later, everyone was heading inside to cook and you were still drawing and building figurines for Izuku. A hand tapped your shoulder softly making you slightly jump. Your eyes travelled up the body from the feet to the face and the white and red hair. It was Todoroki. “Hey, u-um, if you want, you can study me too. I think you draw people exactly the way they fight and it’ll be a good learning experience for me if I can watch the way I fight.” You smiled and thanked him. He slightly, very slightly, tilted the ends of his lips up into a smile.

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You awoke to the screaming of Present Mic and your body slamming to the floor which made a considerably louder noise than the voice. Aizawa and Present Mic appeared at your door to ask if you were alright. “Yeah, just fell from the top bunk. Sorry.” “NO NEED TO APOLOGIZE, YO.” Stupid Monoma and his triple bunk bed idea. You’d rather sleep with Shinsou than deal with the chance of falling out in the middle of the night. The fall caused you to be slightly grumpy. You hate waking up. Sighing, you got dressed and then woke up Shinsou and Monoma. “Come on, we have practice today.” After making sure they were awake, you headed down to help with breakfast. Only a few were already dressed. Morning people you assume. “ おはよう, Iida, Yaoyorozu and Midoryia.” They all greeted you happily. It looks like breakfast was done. You decided to go check up on the boys since they weren’t out yet and it wouldn’t be long before the food is all gone. Somehow, you got partnered with boys and had the room on the boys side. What luck! And it seems that a few of them have forgotten already judging by Kirishima and Sero walking out shirtless. “Good morning, guys.” “Good morning,” they droned out.

It got worse when you ran into a shirtless Kaminari. “Does no one wear shirts in the morning?” “Sorry, ______-chan!” He helped you up and you thanked him. You were going to punch the next person who was shirtless, and you didn’t care who it was. You opened your door to find, surprise, surprise, Monoma shirtless. But thankfully, he was putting a shirt on. Shinsou, on the other hand, was already dressed. “Get up, let’s go. Food.” “I’m not hungry.” Seriously? “I am, so let’s go get me some food.” “No.” You grabbed your pad and picked Shinsou. This time, he was made out of blankets. You laughed evilly and the real Shinsou was picked up by himself. He was startled but relaxed again. No walking. You pushed Monoma out the door and made it to the dining room. “Woah, you can make them out of blankets too?” To say, Izuku was impressed was an understatement. “I can make them out of whatever I want to use.” The blanket Shinsou sat the real one on a chair before going back to the room to return to its normal state.

The training took forever, it seemed. By the end, all of you were covered in sweat whether it be a lot or just a sheen layer. “You get the rest of the day off. Stay on campus.” Aizawa freed you to do whatever. Someone said that you guys should go to the pool but that requires permission. And who did they put up to ask? You. Midnight’s favorite. Why Midnight? Because she just absolutely thinks you are the cutest and loves how you’ve drawn her. She also loves how, deep down, you are sadistic too. “Midnight-san? Can we use the pool?” Aizawa started to give you a time to get out but he got cut off. “Of course! That sounds so wonderful. Go for as long as you like my baby!” “Thank you Midnight-san!” She squealed and watched you walk away. “You’ve got to stop playing favorites.” “Lighten up Aizawa! Isn’t she the cutest. You like her drive in class too. You’ve said it before.” He sighed and stared at the dominatrix. “I do but I do not favor her.” “Oh that’s right, you favor Shinsou. Which is her best friend. Oh they’d make a hot couple.” Midnight was useless to fight against Aizawa concluded before rolling up like a caterpillar in his ugly yellow sleeping bag.

When you coaxed Shinsou to get in the pool, you did not expect him and Monoma to gang up against you. You felt yourself get picked up and thrown into the pool. Monoma and Aoyama laughed as they stood right where you had. Letting yourself laugh as well, you splashed them and watched as they screamed. Excitedly, you swam over to Shinsou and held onto his back like an octopus (I should not have found that as funny as I did). “Shinsou! You’re freezing!” “It’s cold.” You let him go and told him to go warm up. Now only you, Kaminari and Midoryia were in the pool. “DENKI’S GOING TO SNEEZE!” Being too far away from the sides of the pool, you curse and brace yourself for the shock. You yelped when a loud achoo was heard and a shock traveled through your body. Turns out you were right next to the boy so the shock was worse. He was ready to sneeze again when you abruptly held his nose. “You fucking sneeze again and I’ll end your life.” You’d like to say that your threat had worked but it didn’t. As soon as you let go, he sneezed again. “DENKI!” Uh oh. He started to swim away and eventually made it on land. Breaking all of Iida’s rules, the two of you started running, one running away and the other running after.

It wasn’t until he stopped and you crashed into him that you realized you were on the edge of the pool. Kaminari held onto your waist to keep you from hitting him as the water surrounded you two. You sort of wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his torso as you felt yourself losing consciousness. All the exercise when your body was in pain from the shocks caused you to over exert your body. The last thing you felt was your bodies resurfacing and the heat from someone’s hand warming up your body. You awoke to the blinding sun and Midnight looking at you worried. You noticed she was adorned in a one piece bathing suit that looked quite well on her. “Are you alright?” “I think so, Midnight-san.” “I came out to watch you guys when I saw Kaminari carrying your unconscious body from the pool.” Kaminari! “Where is he?” “He’s feeling guilty while Shinsou reams him for shocking you. Maybe he should be banned from the pool.” You sat up abruptly causing you to wince, your muscles still tingling. “No. I would’ve been fine had we not fell in the water after running.” Once she decided you were okay, she hopped in the water and told everyone else they can join and not be worried.

Kaminari decided to sit out in the corner watching the others play and have fun. You hobbled over to him and sat down next to him. “Why aren’t you in the pool?” His golden eyes met yours. “I feel bad and if you can’t swim then I’m not swimming.” “You got banned didn’t you?” “That too.” You giggled at him. “What are we going to do with you Denki? Hmm?” He shrugged and shivered as a cold drop of water fell from his hair. You grabbed your towel and stood up. “Can I dry your hair?” “Sure!” Softly, you ran the towel through his hair before you deemed it dry enough. A piece of wet hair fell on his nose and he began to sniffle getting ready to sneeze. Just as he was on the brink of sneezing, you kissed him. You still got shocked just not as bad. When you pulled back you realized that Kaminari had just short circuited. “Dummy,” you whispered to no one in particular. Your head felt heavy, so you decided to lean in on Kaminari’s shoulder. Slowly, you started to drift off only waking up when someone was shaking you. “Wake up, Sleeping Beauty.” It was Denki. As you looked around, you realized you two were alone and it was beginning to go dark.

“Where is everyone?” “I told them I’d bring you home when you woke up.” You sighed and secretly wished that someone had woken you up. “Now, let’s talk about earlier. What was that?” A pink tint appeared on your sun kissed cheeks. “A kiss?” “I know but why?” You hoped he didn’t hate you for it. “My dad used to do that to my mom all the time to stop her from sneezing. I decided to do it because I didn’t want to get shocked again.” “So it’s not because I’m cute?” He pouted and you may or may not have died on the inside. “I mean, I wouldn’t have kissed anyone else.” There it was, your indirect confession. For months now, you have been crushing on Kaminari. You’ve drawn him over a dozen times in a secret file so no one would criticize you for it. “Well I-I think yo-your cute too.” Oh really? “Really?” “Mmhm.” The two of you could have disintegrated from how hot your cheeks were. “M-maybe in a few weeks when summer starts, w-we can go on a-a date.” “I like that idea!” You pressed a chaste kiss on his cheek and grabbed his hand. “Let’s go home.” “Wait, one thing before.” Confused, you turned towards him only to be met with a kiss. “I’ll be doing that in secret until we get caught.” With that, he winked and walked with you to the dorms. He only got in four days worth of kisses before Bakugou outed you two after being a sore loser.

[elwenn-dreaming]

The Truth

@friendly-neighborhood-exchange

For @lbigreyhound13, prompt: Peter and Tony got kidnapped.

This is my first fanfiction ever, so I do hope you enjoy. Also no beta, we die like men, which is to say very undignifiedly. And hopefully without too many grammar mistakes.

A dripping sound. That’s the first thing that came to Peter’s mind. Funny, how his hearing comes to awareness first, when there was so many more important informations to be obtained otherwise. For example, by concentrating on his smell he could have identified that distinctive scent of wet dirt and closed space characteristic of cellars, as well as a faint smell of rain. Touch could have informed him of a clay floor littered with gravels that dug in his back and thighs and of the length of rough rope tied around his wrists and ankles. And his sight would have told him of grey stone walls, of a small barred window underneath the roof wich seemed to be on floor level, and near a gutter judging by the irregular flow of water running down the wall and the aforementioned dripping sound, and of Tony Stark’s prone form on the ground. So really, hearing wasn’t that primordial, thought Peter.

Wait. He froze. Prone form?

‘Mr Stark? Can you hear me?’

Well fuck. Prone he was, and prone he stayed. Still. Unmoving. Unresponsive. You get the idea.

Peter sat up, a task quite complicated by his hands tied behind his back and his fuzzy head. The world swam before his eyes and he had to close his eyes, swallowing to keep back the nausea. He then crawled to the man’s side, letting out a shaky breath at the sight of his chest rising and falling, though slowly, at least regularly. Peter sat himself against the wall and thought.

They were not here voluntarily, and were in fact both tied up. Most likely kidnapped, then. He had been uncounscious, but not for too long, as it was still day outside. He doubted he could have been unconscious until the next day, as their unknown captors had no mean to know he was spiderman, they would not have adjusted the drug dose. Which explained why he was conscious while Mr Stark was not. That was good news, too, it meant said man’s state was not preoccupying. Probably not.

This being said, there was still the matter of getting out of here. On the bright side, their captors didn’t know his secret identity, and that put him at an advantage. On the less bright side, he didn’t think he could go very far while carrying an unconscious Iron Man on the back. Even with his super strength and enhanced healing factor, he would have to wait a bit until the world went back to a reasonably stable state, so breaking out of an unknown place with Mr Stark out cold to carry and potential baddies all around was out of the question. He studied their cell to pass the time. The ceiling was about ten feet high, and the window quite narrow. An adult man would not be able to pass through. A teenager, maybe. The rain bothered him, but he could not place why. Maybe because the humidity was filling the cell and infiltrating into his very bones, chilling the April air, so that he soon began to shiver. Everything was slightly damp. The door. Why had he not thought about the door sooner? Maybe, just maybe, if he was lucky, the kidnappers, not knowing of his super strength, would have made a door weak enough that he could kick it down when they would be ready to leave. He glanced hopefully. Nope, the wooden door looked thick enough, and he couldn’t see any lock, which meant it was probably barred (because what kidnapper would leave an open door, right?) and more importantly, that they couldn’t pick it. He sighed dejectedly.

Peter didn’t know how long he had been sitting there for. It was still day, so it couldn’t have been that long as it should have been at least mid-afternoon when he woke up. It felt longer though. His head had cleared up, so there was that. He heard a groan.

‘Mr Stark? It’s me, Peter, we’re in a cell I think, but it’s not a prison cell don’t worry. Actually it means we’ve been kidnapped so maybe it should worry you more. i’m just rambling, soory. Are you awake?

- No I’m not. Hmph. Head feels all funny.’

Tony wriggled unsuccessfully.

‘I’m tied up. Why am I tied up?

- That might be the kidnapping part.

- Oh. Right.’

Peter promptly filled him in, though it did seem to him that Tony was not yet fully aware of everything. Drugs do that to you.

‘I’m pretty sure I can break that rope, they didn’t take spidey into account. I don’t quite know about going out though.’

He let out a small groan. The rope was no match to his enhanced strength, but the position was not ideal and it dug painfully in the flesh of his wrists. He then quickly undid his and his mentor’s ties.

‘I don’t think we can go far until your dizziness has passed at the very least.

- Dizziness? I’m perfectly fine, let’s get out of here.’

Tony tried to stand up, but he was not half way up that he felt lightheaded, and would have fallen much ungracefully were it not for Peter, steadying him and gently guiding him to sit on the floor next to him.

‘We can wait you know. Nothing’s urgent, laughed Peter.

- Yeah. Yeah of course.’

Tony’s voice was quavering, breath shallow.

‘Mr Stark? Mr Stark, are you okay?’

Cold. The cold was slithering through his flesh, nesting in his bones, hissing in his hears. Or maybe it was just the voices, the pain in his chest, and the water, head in the water, dripping on the walls, and so, so cold.

‘… ay? Do … me?’

Tony became aware of a hand shaking his arm, and the hands were gripping him and forcing him under the water and… No. No. He had to breathe. It was Peter right next to him, he had to put his shit together before he noticed and…

‘I’m fine. Perfectly fine. Just got a little dizzy, you were right. Can still feel the efects of whatever it was they drugged us with. Which is completely unfair, how come you are all fresh as a daisy while I get to feel like someone let a toddler play legos with my bowels?’

Peter stared at him for longer than he would have liked, but eventually seemed to accept it.

‘Right! So, about getting out… no lock to pick and I don’t quite think I could break it open. I mean, I can try, but it’s likely barred, and it’s solid oak.

- No, you’re right, we should try that window instead.

- No offense Mr Stark but I don’t think you could pass through it.

- Are you calling me fat, young man?’

Peter blushed and avoided his eyes. ‘I didn’t... that’s not what I meant, it’s just that...

- Stop, Pete! Just joking! I can’t pass through, but you can. So you climb that wall with those sticky fingers of yours, you get out of here and find help to arrest our new would-be supervillains, and get me out too.

- I’m not leaving you here alone!

- Right, because the both of us freezing to death in here is so much better. That was not a suggestion, Peter.’

The teenager looked ready to object, but gave in to his mentor’s stern gaze. He obligedly climbed to the opening in the wall and put his hands on the windowsill. And stopped dead. He let himself fall to the ground, landing gracefully on his feet and turning towards the older mark.

‘Looks like I won’t be able to pass either. It’s one of those windows that are wide from the inside and getting thinner on the outside. The wall is also much thicker than I expected, at least 3 feet thick.

- The door it is then. Kick it down, kid!’

The teenager then broughed his shoulder to a not-quite-gentle contact with the door, which did not budge one bit. He repeated the action several times, but to no avail, until finally the hard wood started to splinter. He tore down the door as he could, and stopped dead.

‘Kid? What is it?’

Tony scrambled to his feet and walked – well, stumbled would be a more accurate term but not one he would ever admit to – to the door, a liitle pale after the few steps that brought the opening in his line of sight. He resigned himself to lean on Peter’s shoulder, as it was still slightly more dignified than falling on his ass.

‘What. The. Fuck.’

Behind the thick plancks of oak was a brick wall, which, if it did contrast to the old grey stone of the cell, looked like it had been there for quite some time, and was solid enough.

‘Seriously? The window, then that? Who the fuck does that?

- Yeah but, Mr Stark, if the door is not a door and the window is not large enough… How did we get here? A secret door?

- You know what? Probably.’ He laughed. ‘A secret door. I love secret doors. Although putting a false door on top of it is a bit of an overshoot, don’t you think?

- Definitly. No sense of style, said Peter in a very serious tone.

- Better go and find it then. Now, if I were a secret door, where would I go?’

It was only after a long search that they had to admit to the evidence, there was no secret door.

Tony let himself slide down the wall. Although the effects of the drug had past, he still felt uneasy at the thought of being stuck. He looked at his hand in wonder. It was trembling slightly. Now that he thought about it, his whole body was in fact shivering. A rythmic sound was echoing in his ears. Only after a while did he understand that it was his teeth chattering. The cold and damp spring day air seemed to be sucking all the warmth out of him. On the other side of the room was Peter, eyes closed, also sitting against the wall. Only his fingers tapping against his knee betrayed that he was not asleep. He seemed to be unbothered by the cold. Which was really unfair in Tony’s opinion. Cold and damp spring day air. Tony froze, thoughts twirling around his mind like fireflies, too quick for him to grasp but fragments, eventually all coming together to form a picture out the jigsaw puzzle pieces. In front of him Peter suddenly jumped to his feet and all but shouted :

‘Something’s wrong!

- Yeah. The light. We have been searching for at least two hours, and I was awake for maybe an hour before. And you have been awake for even longer.

- At least an hour, maybe two I’d say. And it was around three or four pm that we were taken.

- Which leads us to a bare minimum of seven pm, given that we don’t know how long you’ve been out for. Given your metabolism and the time I spend uncounscious alone, it is unlikely that it be more than two hours. So somewhere between eight and eleven pm.

- And it’s still day.

- Furthermore, it wasn’t raining anywhere around New York. Not in a 200 mile radius.

- And the walls. Where do you even find walls that thick in the US?

- And nobody in their right mind would build that type of window on floor level.’

They shared a long glance.

‘There is no door, they said at the same time.

- We cannot be here. And yet here we are, mused Tony.

- Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.

- I didn’t know you read Sherlock Holmes. But that would mean…

- We are, in fact, not here, said Peter. And there was steel in his voice, an unstoppable result.

- Then where are we? And why do we think we are here?

- I don’t know, a simulation? A magical illusion? Can’t be a drug, we would not hallucinate together. More important, how do we get out of it? Do you have a red pill or something?’

Tony woke with a gasp. He was shirtless, in dimly lit, narrow space. Electrodes were linked to his temples, chest and arms. He tried to shake himslef free of them, but his wrist were bound to the bottom of the sarcophagus-like box he was in. He felt panic rise, trying harder and harder to get himself out of his restraints, but only succeeding in wounding the skin of his wrists. His breaths were shallow and frenetic, and tears began to stream down his face, uncontrollable. He tried to force himself to count, but the numbers were drowned by the voices of long-gone people, and how could he breathe anyway, when there was water around him, and in his nose and his mouth, and there was no air in space, and he was gasping uselessly. He could not move and he watched helplessly as his arc reactor was taken from his chest. The lid was ripped open, and hands were gently removing, and freeing his wrists. He raised them, trying to protect his chest, to push away the hands that were forcing him underwater. To his suprise they retreated immediately, and there was a voice, asking him to breathe, and counting again. His breathing slowed down eventually, and he felt the hands on his back, helping him out of wretched box. He stumbled, and someone was here, catching him, and lowerig gim to sit on the ground.

‘Peter…?

- It’s me Mr Stark. You’re okay. We’re out of it now. We should hurry though. I knocked out the guy that was here, but others might come. Can you stand now?’

Tony felt himself blush in shame. Now was really not the time, and Peter shouldn’t have had to deal with that.

‘I’m good.’

He grabbed the hand Peter lend him nonetheless, and quickly got on his feet.

"Let’s get out of here. And… kid… Thanks.’

Peter looked at him, and then smiled. ‘Let’s kick some baddies’ asses!

- Language!

-I’m gonna do as if you didn’t just say that Mr Stark.’

He ruffled Peter’s hair affectionately. He grabbed the torn door and smiled. It was high time they escaped, they didn’t want to stain their statistics.

[go-diane-winchester]

The Travis Aaron Wade debacle and why you should care.

I only write about my boys, Jensen and Jared, and any harm that I feel is coming their way.  That harm comes from Misha's mobilizing and his poisonous fanbase.  So why am I talking about this?  It's got nothing to do with Jensen and Jared?  Well, actually, it does.  And I am starting to feel, maybe Wade is innocent.  I am not saying he is, because the case is still pending.  But, thus far, he has only been accused.  He hasn't been proven guilty.  I am an abuse survivor, having dealt with this horror three different times in my life, twice as a child and once as an adult.  If Travis did do any of this, I would back up his accusers, I don't care how much of a friend he was, to Jensen and Jared.  Abuse of any kind is intolerable and in Travis's case, some minors were involved.  That is unforgivable. 

Travis Aaron Wade, in case you didn't know, was accused of sexually harassing and stalking fans at cons and then via social media around 2015.  When I first heard this, I believed it because the allegations came at a time when I was fast asleep with regard to this fandom.  Even then, I frowned when a recognizable name popped up in this debacle:  Emily Rose.  So I guess I wasn't as fast asleep as I thought.  Emily is the fan who got into a fight with William Shatner over destiel.  He even accused her Anti-Bullying Twitter page of being biased.  I don't just believe anything this person's name is attached to, because she is a very devious creature.  So recently, I decided to dig deeper and came across a report on this case.  Upon reading it, I realized something.  Almost every single person who has accused Travis is either a minion or heller or both.  People mentioned in the case are also minions or hellers or both.  That is too much of a coincidence.  This is the list of the accusers and the affiliated parties in this case:

Ashley McClintic  [first accuser]

Theresa Cotter/Lua James  [fled California after Travis's home was vandalized]

Monica Gleberman [lied that she has sex with Jensen and Jared]

Lexi (Alexis) Cooper (@lexicooperxo / @hugsforthemish)

Stacy LePore

Emily Cleghorn [Emily Rose - refused to help Travis when his account was hacked]

Michele Villery  [Monica's friend - defamed Travis online]

Jackie Bojarski [Monica's friend - defamed Travis online]

Kristin Justice [claimed Travis kissed her in crowded room]

Reba Snodgrass (@RebaWinchester / @Mishanews)

Jessica Halliday 

Jenna DeViller

Kim Swartz

Falon Yates

Janelle Clay Davis [stalked Travis online mobilizing fans against him]

Rike Marie, or Melanie Adeline (@mishasdiary [sent nudes to Travis]

Dominique Teagle

Sgt Stephanie Fiebke [mocked Travis's military career]

Sara Burnhope

Katie Maie Aucter

Elizabeth Wera [told the truth and then retracted statement]

Michelene [only name provided in this report]

Jenna [no other name provided]

What are the odds?  The only people Wade went after were Misha's fans, and the only people who tried to help them were Misha's fans.  Nope!  Something is very off about this whole scenario.  This case is a legal one now, so there are certain receipts that are unavailable.  However, most of the information, corroborated with many receipts, is on this site:  http://www.spntrollsvstravisaaronwade.com/.  Be warned the some information is withheld due to the ongoing investigation and the reporter does become subjective.  There is also some hearsay in the report, something I am not crazy about.  Hearsay has no place in an investigative reports.  But the report is thorough, and has various receipts.  I am not telling you to believe everything.  I am just telling you to keep an open mind. 

After reading these reports, about the accusers and their accounts of the events, I have to say the whole situation seems fishy.  The accusers made really far-fetched claims and there is proof that some of them not only lied, but some of the sympathizers were stalking Travis for years now, hacking into his account and stabbing a knife into his front door with a note threatening to kill him, his family including the family dogs.  Two of the victims confessed to lying about the accusations.  The first is Lexi Cooper. 

The second is Reba Snodgrass [Mishanews] who was doing a con called Wayward Con, which is why she apologized to Travis.  She wanted him to do the con.  She did a video confession, but after being reprimanded by hellers on social media, she recanted the apology.  Many of the accusers set up gofundme and similar accounts asking for money for legal fees, but never approached lawyers.  The more I looked into this, the more sorry I feel for Travis.  I am not saying I know what happened, but so far, they look more guilty than he does.  Why was there such a full blown ambush against him?  If he is innocent, then there were some possible reasons. 

Travis was threatening the spinoff

Travis, and I didn't know this, is quite a popular actor, even amongst SPN fans.  Fans were choosing him over Kim and Briana.  If CW got wind of this, they might have cancelled the Wayward idea and pushed for something with Cole, Travis's character.  The hellers didn't want this because their logic was that if they could make Wayward happen, they could make destiel happen.  So they couldn't afford for Wayward to fail.  That is why Travis had to go.

Travis threatened Cockles

Apparently Travis has said something sweet about Jensen and Jared's friendship.  Clif [who is an idiot] made a big deal out of the whole issue because of the possible tinhat angle of what Travis was saying.  As a PR person, I would like to tell Clif: stop acting like a suspicious idiot.  No one is drawing more attention to the tinhat thing than you are.  Try being subtle, stupid fool.  You are causing more ripples, instead of letting it just slide.  Well, Clif was not the only one that was affected by Travis's lighthearted comments.  The hellers were adversely affected too.  There are tinhats amongst them, who believe that destiel is cockle's fault.  This man's admiration for a friendship rubbed them the wrong way.  He needed to be punished.

Threat to Misha's ''popularity''

Misha has been on the show for ten years.  No one is demanding for a spinoff for him.  Not even his own hellers perhaps because they know Jensen wont join Misha, and Castiel is not entertaining by himself.  This new guy pops up and suddenly he is very popular.  An account called Tara Larson appeared on Twitter, on the 22th of December 2017, accusing Misha of sexual harassment during his photo ops.  Any idiot can see that although none of the pictures are tasteful, they are requested and paid for by fans.  So that is not sexual harassment.  Fans gave their consent and none of them look like minors.  Neutral fans are many things, but they are not stupid.  The over-reacher's in our fandom are hellers.  The hellers allege that Travis's assistant Vicki did it to tarnish Misha's name.  Why would she do that?  What does Misha have to do with this debacle.  The evidence they use, is this one.  Vicki is grey.

However, if you read the whole exchange, you see this:

So Vicki knows what a bibro is?  She used to be a fan long before the word bibro was born, so she knows the fandom lingo that is not even part of all the fan's lexicon?  I know of hellers who don't know what a heller is.  Read the whole exchange here:

http://www.spntrollsvstravisaaronwade.com/events-by-year/2017-2/

Nope, the whole thing sounds suspicious.  Especially since, at the time when the account was started and active [it has probably been reported and removed now] Vicki and her daughter were, allegedly, both in surgery.  Possible scenario is that one of the hellers set up the Tara Larson account to make Travis look like a bully and to make Misha look like a victim.  Because why would Vicki do something like that and then confess to it like an idiot.  And on social media no less, even though monitoring social media is part of her job.  Either that, or they doctored the screenshot.  I think the hellers feel Travis was competition for Misha.  According to one heller, who knows Misha personally, this is what she said to Travis about Misha.

Now, a few of them are starting to feel the same way about Alex Calvert perhaps because he is a younger, handsomer, shinier new replacement for Misha.

Why I care and why you should

So far, I have received messages from hellers about Jared's ''bad working conduct''.  I have posted on people saying that he abuses his power and Misha on set.  One heller told me, Jared intentionally cracked her rib by hugging her too hard during a photo op.  I made a post about that.  Travis's reality today might be Jared's reality tomorrow.  They have accused him of racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia etc.  Whose to say they don't take this route tomorrow?  I mean, it hypothetically worked on Travis.  It might work on Jared.  Especially since, they hate Jared more that Travis.  And Jared is a friendly ''run across the road to meet the fans'' type of person.  One big accusation and boom! it's over.  Ironically, everyone distanced themselves from Travis when the scandal hit except Jared.  Eventually even he had to distance himself, perhaps by the behest of his manager.  It was far too sticky a situation.  Travis has dealt with the stalking, harassment and vandalism for three years and counting.  I think that is too much for anyone to deal with. 

Who knows what the legal outcome will be.  I don't know Travis well enough to make any claims about him.  Although from what I read, he does seem like a very stupid man with a big mouth.  A gullible sucker, if you catch my drift.  However, if someone out there does know the truth, please speak up.  Remember, if you know something about Travis that is incriminatory, and you remain quiet, you are part of the problem.  If you know of his innocence, help him, the way you hope someone will help Jared one day.    Either speak to Travis's lawyers or send a confidential email message to this reporter at:  info@spntrollsvstravisaaronwade.com.  Informant names will be kept confidential.

[honestsycrets]

A Scarlet Dream II

Masterlist

Gif credit: whenimaunicorn

A/N: No warnings other than batshit crazy bitch margrethe.

When you awoke the next morning, it was to the glare of sunshine in your quarters. The french doors that led out to the balcony were pulled apart against the chirping of free forest dwelling birds. All of Commander Ubbe’s land was surrounded by the sprawl of the forest. Rows of hedge and high arching black iron gates kept larger animals out-- but also were intended to keep you inside as well. You heard more than one story about a rogue omega trying to escape into the woods where creatures of far darker intent lay.

“Miss lady, it’s time to get up. Mistress Margrethe wants you up before long.” A warm, humble voice that sounded like a fresh slice of apple pie soothed your heart. You met this girl yesterday, Ane. She was of an older age than you, approaching her later forties. Her skin was deep ochre, tinted like that of ruddy clay.

“Isn’t it a bit early Miss Ane?” You shiver as you sit up in a the crimson nightdress that graces your shoulders. She smelled of a beta. That meant she likely was one as well, considering all unbreedable omegas were cast either to death or sex trafficking rings. She was gorgeous-- you could see way the Commander kept her.

“Nope!” She chaps her plush lips at you. “It’s time for you to get set so you can see the commander off to work. It’s how he likes his women.”

His women? You’re hardly that. You’re nothing but a toy to settle in his children. Still, you nod as you slide out of bed. The floor is like the snow of a winter morning. You convince yourself to get up and wander to your dresser. A simple thing with no afforded luxuries. The drawer squeaks as you pull it out, looking over your many gowns for the right one. You slip off your smock and slip on a skirt that would be worn for the day.

Ane saunters over to you, pulling a crimson corset across your breasts. She begins to figure with the laces when there is a loud cracking knock at the door. Ane looks to the door apprehensively as you hold the corset on your breast.

“Good morning.” Came a thick, deep voice.

“She ain’t decent.” Ane says fearlessly. On the other side of the door, there is a contended grunt.

“May I come in?” He asks. You scramble to cover your self as Ane pulls the laces tight. Don’t let him, she tells you. Who told an Alpha no? They were known to have temper tantrums! You hold the corset against your breast when you finally answer.

“Come in.” You turn away from him toward your modest doors that streamed in a bounty of light. The door would squeal apart. His boots clack upon your cool floors. Ane fidgers her nimble fingers against the laces of your corset, pulling each and every piece of ribbon through their individual holes before pulling them tight.

“Good morning commander.” You attempt to cut through this awkwardness. It’s untypical for him to be here, improper to be around a fertile woman when his did not know of such interactions. Ane’s presence here lessens the blow some, but you know much better than to melt like those sweet butter cookies that you had the other night.

Ane pulls the ribbon tight. Tight enough that you stumble back against the muscular chest that stands behind you. You quickly realize that no-- it’s not Ane whose firm, deliciously calloused hands has pulled your corset in tight. It’s the Commander, dipping his lips across the shell of your ear. Your chest felt weighed down by ice, hardly breathing at all when he leans in, nose crooking in the waves of your hair uncombed from your sleep.

“Very good morning to you, my little rose.” Ubbe husks. His hands are shifting, tying the back of your corset in a forceful bow. Saliva seems to have clogged your throat like a solid because all you can do is gasp as he turns you around to face him. Your hands are tight on your skirts as Ubbe looks behind himself to Ane, who has busied herself with making your bed, then back to you.

“Commander, sir… shouldn’t you not be here?” You chalk out the words with stumbling fingers at your heavy skirts. Ubbe’s arms fold firmly over his slender chest in his tight black suit, a red tie kissing the beginning of his ruddy beard.

“This is my house, isn’t it?” Ubbe sways, raising his eyebrows slightly as he looks down upon you. You have to look away. Those brilliant blue eyes are feeding you lies, lies that you swear upon your bible will land you straight into bed. For better-- or for worse.

“Yes s-sir, commander. I did not mean it in such a way.” You choke out.

The curt straight line of his lips pulls into a smile. “Of course you didn’t. I came to help push along your heat.”

“Sir?”

His back stiffens up straight as he stands upright, coaxing you to look into his eyes. With such a look, your knees are suddenly feeling weak. If he hadn’t been amused before, he was now. He snickers in a decadent hum. “I want your heat, you know.” He says, pausing before continuing. “You’re throwing me into an early rut.”

Your mind flew out the window with that. It wasn’t uncommon-- alphas could be thrown into insanity just as omegas could. That was why it was so important for Omegas to stick to one alpha. Breeding races, bets in which alphas chased and bred omegas for sport, had been outlawed. Now, like civilized people Omegas were bred to one Alpha. They would carry out their duties within fertile years and either be kept or disposed of. Most often by their mistresses.

Ubbe jerks in front of you, his firm frame towering over yours. Fly aways from his hair tickle your face. You convince yourself that it is better to look at that nasty scar above his eyebrow than melt. Anything to curb the ache that begins to burn in your core. Yesterday had began the onset of your heat. But now… now, you feel it radiating deep within your warm channel.

“Oh…” You stammer, finding that the clock in your room trills with the coming of a new hour. Ubbe snaps back, head shaking as if he had been far too taken with you. You clear your throat as you look to finish dressing.

“I’m late.” Ubbe murmurs, slipping out of the room with no more than a passing goodbye to Ane. As soon as the door slid shut, you heard her humming behind you.

“He is a buncha bad news.” She warns you, fluffing your pillows. “All his brothers are too.”

Brothers? You wince as you slide on your bodice. You weren’t aware that he had brothers. Then again, for an alpha, no one needed to know about other alphas. They were incredibly territorial. Then again--

“Ane!” Margrethe was hollering through the home and you were shuddering, rushing to dress as if Margrethe didn’t know where Ubbe had come down from. A short huffed out breath escapes her lips, and she would scrunch her button of a nose at you.

“If you want my advice, you listen to Mistress Margrethe and remember why you here. He might own this house but she owns that cute little ass of yours. And if she don’t like what you’re doing, you’re ass is grass.” Ane slips out behind the tall arching door. Your bones went stiff-- how would you ever manage that?

She invited you to knit with her.

“Drink some tea.” Margrethe sat upon a deep red velvety couch. The weight of her costly starry blue skirts took up much of the skirts, glistening like stars with the gemstones. She was knitting Ubbe a new blanket to take on his trips throughout the country. She had been quick to tell you all about that as you sat-- just as she liked, quiet.

“I can’t.” You look to the gold edged teacup.

“What do you mean you can’t?” Margrethe flashes you a smile that carries a double meaning. On one hand, she’s softly imploring you to drink. On another, you have a feeling that the way her teeth grind together means it is a threat. That isn’t suspicious at all-- you’re inclined not to drink it even more.

“I know you won’t understand but-- my heats are intense. I’ll throw it up.” You whisper. The ache had been steadily growing between your legs. For hours you felt the need brimming, the dignity of being a lady stripping away into something more primal. Something that would nag you to care for it day after day until the remnants of such eagerness is taken care of. Even now, you feel eager perspiration soaking layers of your heavy dress.

“So intense that you can’t handle tea?” She snorts.

Your fingers stop upon the needles, moist by the sweating of your palms. “It is difficult to understand if you’ve never had one.”

Ane, who had been shifting behind you, bit back a grimace at those words. Margrethe’s eyes ever sharpen at those words. Her knitting needles drop altogether on her lap and instead her hands fold as if to begin a prayer.

“I know he might make you feel special. For some time--”  She begins to rise. “But remember, I am his wife. He comes to me for pleasure, not duty. You should remember that and remember your place. You’re not the first one to come through here, you know.”

Inevitably Margrethe came behind your shoulders, hands pressing with equal force down upon you. You hid behind the red lacen edges of your veil incapable of replying to what she was saying. It was not out of spite that you said such things to her but nonetheless, she feels threatened.

“Omegas make babies. Betas make wives. Can you say it with me?” Margrethe leans down deep into your ear, the words carrying on the rouge of her lips.

“I make a wife. And you… --make his sons.” You finish the remainder of her sentence, looking to the tea that has garnered a strange film over the top. Your heart pulses when you look back up to her.

“I’m glad we have a mutual understanding. It would have been just so unfortunate had we not.” Margrethe takes your cup of tea, spilling it over your dress and the hardwood floors.

“You’re excused to your room and that only. Ane pick this up.” Margrethe flicks the cup of her fingers, smashing into a million bitty pieces for poor Ane to clean. Much like your confidence that has burst apart, you slide up, soaked in this strange sticky tea and the beating need that courses through your legs. Your heart is strumming harshly, clothes scratchy as if they were fire on your very skin. The warmth flooding over your body tells you that its’ time-- that Ubbe needs to hurry home from work. Because with every step up the stairs to the second floor, slick excitement pours over your legs. The rich pheromones would be enough to drive even Margrethe insane.

It was time.

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Ooh this looks fun!

I was 16. Literally just found out about it last year in quarantine. Was going through the actuallyautistic tag fpt the first time, cause i was bored and curious, and well well well

I honestly dont know. Its not like any of these people have ever thought about visiting a psychiatrist. I think my nani might be autistic?

Pfft yeah. ADHD and OCD and cpstd and synesthesia. Other conditions too but idk if they're comorbid with autism

Boy i sure am!

I wish people just...knew whay autism actually is. Like, i wish allistics knew that most of them have completely incorrect ideas of what autism means

Nope! Im aroace

Aw yeh, dont get me started. Im suck at being a person

Currently i dont think i have any special interests. But the last one i had was learning languages

Ooh i dont think i remember my first, but the furthest can remember is percy jackson

Oh! Rocking back and forth, jumping around (just. Always jumping around...), throwing things in the air and then catching them. As yoi can maybe tell, i get in a lot of trouble for my stims

Please look up what neurodivergent means. I promise you're not stupid or incompetent, stop listening to your parents. Yes, really. And you're not a bad person for disliking your relatives. Just trust yourself.

Jonathan sims my beloved. He's just,,so bad at being a person and connecting and communicating with others. And is always getting misunderstood. And he infodumped about emulsifiers at a coworkers birthday party. Rat bastard, i love him sm.

Hhh there's not any one person i look upto? But the community as a whole is so comforting and supportive.

Yeah! It's my last year of high school, good riddance

Lol no

Quite a few of my online friends turned out to be autistic! That was lovely

I just ordered my first stim toys as a rakshabandhan gift :) they're not here yetbut I've ordered a gell stress ball, a push pop, and squishy mochis. Really looking forward to them<3

Oh definately. Its infinitely easier and better than trying to get alomg with allistics, especially nts

That lining on socks ughh. Also clothes tags. And lislise food bleh. JEANS. oh god i hate jeans so much. Any kinda cloth that clings to my skin is so ajsjnsmskam(derogatory)

Heavy things! And uuh ok im having a lot more trouble describing this. Ooh silk! And clay and water and non sticky things, like reeealy smooth things, and things that are extremely soft to touch and crackling sounds and more

Online im very open about being autistic, but irl not really. I mean i discovered this in quarantine and we're still stuck in quarantine but still i think i might start being more open about it irl once i go off to college. I really want to unlearn all the internalized shame and start being openly autistic in front of others.

Yeah! Man being autistic is so much fun and i wouldnt give it up for anything

I dont know

Nope, too traumatized for meltdowns

Oh yeah i usually have shutdowns, and they include going non verbal, and ughh i hate when it happens around my relatives caude they always make it so much worse.

Uh huh. Eye contact sucks man. I dont have much difficulty around people im comfortable with but with everyone else i just look to the side or above their head, or my eyes become unfocused.

Hmm i think my vocal stims keep changing. I havent given it much thought.

At least a month I'd say

Lol NO (i wish they were..) my brother is tho! i mean, he doesnt know its autism but he doesnt mind my autistic traits and jist rolls with it

I dont really know any canon aitistic characters.

Oh yeah! My comfort items are my amulets. They've been with me since i was a kid, and their constant presence is always such a comfort. It includes the red nala around my right wrist and the pendant around my throat. My mom told me that im old enough to take off the pendant now, or have it made into a ring, but nah. I've grown way too attached to it. Plus the newest addition, my ace ring!

Butter chicken and butter naan. Literally the same order every time we go out to eat.

Ughh i hate urhar ki daal. Any kind of yellow daal makes me wanna throw up. Rice isnt any better

Hugs from people i trust are great (although there isnt actually anyone yet whom i trust, so it's more of a hypothesis still) but otherwise uhhh dont touch me

BESTIE I WANT ONE. SO BAD.

Yup my daily routine. I get up, i walk around, i go to the bathroom, i drink water, i check my phone, i attend class, etc etc.

Holidays aren't a sensory hell, its my relatives who are.

In movies, books, or people i know? I can understand sarcasm and metaphors and all that just fine. If its someone im not comfortable with, my brain stops working and i take everything literally

Our school winter tracksuit *chefs kiss*. Ooh the winter blazer too. I adore the winter uniform honestly.

Hm idk

I dont date

I really dont know how to aswer the questions about special interests😭

Idk m'dude

I dont really know anyone

Dont know!

Oh im very quiet

I had repressed my dtimming for years but hopefully now that I've started accepting my autism, I'll start happy flapping too!

Ooh i have a mini french to english translation dictionary. Its very cute.

Just. Socializing is so impossibly hard. I dont even wanna try.

Ooh ask anything? What are some autism related things i can buy that aren't stim toys?

Autism ask meme

Here's an ask meme specifically for autistic people

How old were you when you found out you were autistic?

Do you have any other autistic people in your family? Or are you the only one?

Do you have any comorbidities? Or just autism?

Are you LGBTQIA+?

What do you wish more people knew about autism?

Have you ever been in a relationship?

Do you find it hard to make friends?

If you have any, what are your special interests?

What was your first special interest?

What are your most common stims?

If you could give any advice to your younger self, what would it be?

Do you headcanon any characters as autistic? If you want, tell us why you headcanon them as autistic.

Tell us an autistic person that you really look up to.

Are you currently in school?

Have you ever received any accommodations for your autism in either school or work?

Do you have any autistic friends?

Do you own any stim toys? Which is your favorite?

Do you find it easier to get along with other autistic people?

What kinds of things are sensory hell for you?

What kinds of things are good sensory wise?

How open are you usually when it comes to being autistic?

Would you say you're proud to be autistic?

What's the longest you've ever has a special interest for?

Do you have meltdowns?

What about shutdowns?

Do you avoid eye contact?

Do you have any vocal stims or echolalia?

How long do your special interests usually last for?

Are your friends and/or family accepting of your autism?

Favorite canon autistic character?

Do you have a comfort item? If you feel comfortable with it, then show it to us.

What are your same foods?

Foods you are sensitive to (maybe because of bad texture for instance)?

Do you enjoy hugs? Or are they sensory hell?

Have you ever used a weighted blanket?

Do you have routines that you have to follow? What's in your routine?

Do you enjoy holidays or are they sensory hell to you?

How good are you at detecting sarcasm?

What's the most comfortable/sensory friendly outfit you own?

Do you collect anything related to your special interest?

If you date people then would you prefer to date other autistic people?

Tell us something about your special interest.

If you could have any item related to your special interest what would it be?

Who are your favorite autistic bloggers? Say something nice about them.

Favorite autistic celebrity?

Are you generally a loud or quiet person?

Do you happy flap?

What is your favorite special interest related item you own? Show it to us if you want.

What's something you find hard to do because of autism?

Free question. Ask anything you want! Any topic at all!

[domytriesthis]

Before I get to April's Ipsy, just a note on some box changes. I finally got subscribed to CurlBox! So excited! CurlBox is a subscription for curly hair. It's marketed specifically to African American women, but from my reading, in general curly hair is curly hair and can use the same care products. I'll definitely be keeping you up to date here. Thing is, CurlBox is $25. I've already unsubbed from Lola to help pay for it, but I've also decided to drop Sephora Play.

I like Sephora Play, but Play focuses on skincare. There is some makeup and hair care, and the mix is really good early in a self-care journey or when you want to mix things up a bit. I'm really happy with my skincare at the moment. YOY, Boxycharm, and Ipsy also include skincare, and for two of them, it's in full sizes. Sample sizes are okay, but often don't give you the full picture of how well it will work for you. Ipsy sometimes gives full size makeup items, Play rarely does. So, for now, it's time to let Play go. I did get the April Play bag, but I won't be reviewing it.

Which leaves Ipsy and Yes Oh Yas for April reviews. And today, it's Ipsy's turn!

My Ipsy bag included: Firma Beauty Angled 202 Blender Brush ($12.99), Smashbox Always On Liquid Lipstick in Miss Conduct ($5.34), Feel Restored Self-Warming Clay Mask ($7.49), Purlisse Coconut + Coffee Sugar Body Scrub ($4.20), OFRA Pressed Blush in Chameleon ($15). Total Value: $45.02. I loved the bag, but had to request a new one because the zipper was broken. One thing that keeps me with Ipsy is their customer service. They sent me a new bag that's perfect. Very pleased.

On to the reviews!

Firma Beauty Angled 202 Blender Brush :: This brush is denser than I'm used to for the shape. It does work well with some shadows, but it's not the only brush that works for those shadows. I don't reach for it much, so even though it's a decent brush, it'll probably land in my ProjectBeautyShare.org box. Or with one of my girls (who tend to go through the box and pick out things they want at the end of every month).

Smashbox Always On Liquid Lipstick in Miss Conduct :: This is a beautiful deep, berry red that's right up my alley, but I haven't worn it much yet since I've been leaning towards mid-toned berries of late.  I did try it on when I unbagged it, and like the application of it. It does dry down a bit sticky on the lips, but it feels comfortable. Definitely keeping it for my more dramatic looks.

Feel Restored Self-Warming Clay Mask :: This was both neat and weird at the same time. The consistency is thick like a mud mask until it's applied to the skin. It thins out and warms up as it spreads. As the mask sits, it slowly cools, but it never dries down completely. It's easy to rinse off and leaves my skin smooth and very soft without any dryness. My Radiance pad came up slightly discolored, and my skin tingled a little when I used it. Wish there was more in the envelope they sent, but at least I'm getting two, maybe three, uses out of it.

Purlisse Coconut + Coffee Sugar Body Scrub :: So, since this says it's a scrub, and it doesn't say otherwise on the bottle, I thought this could be used in place of a face wash. No. just no. it didn't cleam (my Radiance pad came up REALLY dirty), and it left behind a waxy residue/layer. Honestly, that made me glad I didn't use it after my face wash—talk about a way to ruin your cleansing routine. And while I like the smell of coffee (I don't like the taste, but I think the smell is heavenly, for the most part), this was way to strong for me. All it took was one time and nope. Never again.

OFRA Pressed Blush in Chameleon :: Soft, creamy (no kickback at all), this gives me a soft, warm glow. Builds up nicely when I want more color, and it plays well with other blushes. I really like this, just wish it had come in a pan.

I'm really pleased with most of the things I tried this time around. I should have loved the brush, but it didn't work for me. I don't notice that much difference between eye brushes, and my faves are across the board from elf pro to Luxie to Vasanti. The ones I reach for the least are across the board as well. And that's mostly because the differences aren't as noticeable to me as the differences in bigger brushes. I do declutter brushes, but it's usually to remove duplicates or brush shapes that don't work for me, so this was an odd, new experience.

All that said, loved my bag and am considering picking up more of that mask. ;)

[skinkcare-blog]

90 Questions, Beauty Edition

Helloooo, I’m starting to jumpstart my blog here. I really miss it, and a few encouraging people from my school have told me to start blogging and posting about what I love which is skincare and makeup. I saw two tags on tumblr and decided to form this 90-question tag. You’re free to take this if you want it, but I’d love to see your own answers!

1. Do you remember your first makeup item?

My first makeup item was most likely a cheap kohl liner that costed me like 20 pesos or something. Bands like Panic! at the Disco, Fall Out Boy, Greenday, etc. were really famous when I was in elementary school and my best friends started getting into putting heavy black eyeliner... of course, I had to follow!

2. Describe your perfect mascara?

I’ve got straight-ass baby lashes, and I think I’ve found my holy grail: Marc Jacobs Velvet Noir mascara! It’s really good and doesn’t smudge on me. The first time I put it on I was aoskdfasdfjhaeuirjhj!!!!!! WOW!!1 Are those really MY lashes! Wow! I put it right before my law school finals and was really happy the whole time because I felt so stinking’ cute with my lashes, lol.

3. What kind of coverage do you prefer from foundation?

Full-ass coverage to hide my imperfections. But that’s usually uncomfortable, so when I just have school or stuff, I do like light coverage.

4. Favorite high-end makeup and skincare brands?

For makeup, I have a favorite brand for each item like eyeshadow, lipstick, etc. It’s hard to choose. But I freakin’ love everything that Anastasia Beverly Hills releases. For skincare, I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE Herbivore Botanicals. Everything seems to work for me and my collection of theirs is growing.

5. What cosmetic and skincare brands have you always wanted to try but still haven’t?

Boscia. Vinter’s Daughter. Sunday Riley (I keep canceling my orders because I just can’t justify the price tags. Ugh). Laneige. Indie Lee. Chanel. Giorgio Armani. Guerlain. High-end stuff my broke ass can’t ever afford, lmao.

6. Favorite drugstore brand?

Maybe L’Oreal. I love their clay masks and the Miss Manga mascara too much.

7. Do you wear fake lashes?

Yes! But they’re such a hassle, so only when I’m going to some party (or when I’m taking selfies lol)

8. Is there any kind of makeup you can’t leave the house without?

I would say lipstick, but the brows really make the face and these days I really can’t leave the house without putting on some dip brow. :( Kilay is life.

9. What is your most cherished beauty product?

I’ve got a lot since I’m finally, finally (after 120312932 trials and errors) finding my own holy grails, but it’s probably Glossier Cloud Paint in Haze. Started my whole “drunken blush” thing going on lately. It also lasts forever even on my oily skin. I put it on in the morning once, and when I went home my mom asked me “why are you so red? are you drunk?” And I just. Yassss.

10. How often do you shop for beauty products?

Too often for someone who’s kind of dirt poor and in law school, tbh. I pick up one or two items every week or two.  But again, as I’m discovering my HGs, I’m trying to cut down on my impulsive buying. (It’s hard.)

11. Do you have a “beauty budget” or do you spend freely?

As long as my parents are in a good mood I spend freely... just not excessively! 

12. Do you utilize coupons, reward cards and sales when you shop for products?

Of course, I try to. But sometimes I can’t wait to get my hands on a product so I just pick it up already!

13. What type of product do you buy the most of?

Lipsticks. I’ve got way too many. (70-something.)

14. Do you avoid certain ingredients in cosmetics and skincare?

Avoid parabens! And sulfates! And weird things like bird poop and horse fat! (I know right?)

15. Do you have a favorite place to shop for makeup?

Yes! Russian’s The Beauty Source in Makati! Super friendly people there. The sad thing is though, it’s all high-end. I mean I do tend to buy high-end stuff but things like La Mer are... phew. Never in a million years.

16. Do you like trying new skincare products or do you stick to a routine?

I love trying new skincare products because my skin is so problematic and I’m always trying to find things that’d work for me. 

17. Favorite bath and body brand?

I like The Body Shop, but my favorite scents are from Bath and Body Works.

18. Are you clumsy applying makeup?

I’m clumsy in general. So!

19. What do you apply first, concealer or foundation?

Foundatiooon. Duh.

20. What do you love about makeup?

It’s therapeautic for me, I found out. Like it makes me feel happy and calm whenever I do my makeup. Or even just do a swatch party.

21. Lipstick, Gloss, Lip Stain, Balm, or Lip Liner? 

I just discovered Peripera’s Ink Velvet tints, and though they’re a bit drying I love them. So I’ll go with those since they’re the only ones that stay on after I eat and stuff, lol.

22. How do you make your Lipstick / Lip Gloss last longer? 

I use lip liner, usually. And to make them last extra long you gotta stop licking your lips!  23. How do you pick a Lip Color that looks good on your skin color? 

I tend to not go for super light shades because those wash me out and just don’t look good at all on my skintone.  24. What are some cheap ways to take care of chapped lips? Good ‘ol lip butter and some sugar scrub. Or vaseline.

25. Favorite drugstore lip product? EOS lip balms are nice.

26. Favorite brand name lip product? Kylie Cosmetics (for liquid lipsticks and lip liners), Fenty Beauty (for dat mf gloss bomb!), Peripera (tints)! 27. Do you usually play up or play down your lips? Play down. I love MLBB shades. 28. Eyeliner in Pencil, Gel, or Liquid? Liquid. B-) 

29. How do you do a cat eye? 

I just... wing it! Honestly. I’ve been putting on fancy eyeliner since I was like 13 so I’ve got the hang of it now. (Still mess up sometimes tho. Blame the shaky hand.) 30. What do you use to remove eye makeup and mascara? Right now I either use Pixi double cleanse, Skininc coconut cleanser water, and Maybelline oil-based makeup remover. The Pixi one works the best but kind of stings my eyes. 31. How do you make your eye makeup last longer? Good eyelid primer! Setting powder!  32. Cream or Powder eye shadow? Powder since I have yet to try any cream eyeshadows. I tried using Glossier’s cloud paint in Dusk on my eyelids once... it was a weird, sticky mess. #nope 33. What tricks can you do to make your eyelashes look longer? If you’ve got baby lashes like me (who am I kidding, even babies have longer lashes than me), just use false lashes lol. 34. How do you brighten up your eyes? 

Glitter eyeshadow, inner corner highlight, concealer, nude kohl liner and black as FUCK mascara. Yes.  35. What color(s) go with your eyes? 

Warm shades. 36. Favorite drugstore eyeliner? 

I don’t use drugstore eyeliner!  37. Favorite drugstore eyeshadow? 

I also don’t use drugstore eyeshadow. I’m picky as hell. 38. Favorite drugstore mascara? 

L’Oreal Miss Manga voluminous mascara forever. 39. Favorite drugstore eye pallette? Eh, pass.

40. Favorite brand name eyeliner? K-Palette eyeliner! Asia represent!

41. Favorite brand name eyeshadow? Anastasia Beverly Hills for powder eyeshadow, Stila (Magnificent Metals Glitter and Glow!) for liquid eyeshadow. 42. Favorite brand name mascara? 

Marc Jacobs’ velvet noir saved my life. 43. Favorite brand name palette? 

Kat Von D Shade and Light Contour palette helped me lose like 10 pounds. 45. If you can only use one eye makeup product, what would it be? 

Mascara, okay. 46. What is the difference between an eye primer and an eye base? 

Imo eye primers are more of like the “glue” that holds everything together and an eye base is what goes over the primer as like. The base color. Makes everything bolder, brighter and last longer. 47. Any tips on applying falsies? 

Pray. 48. Favorite brand of falsies? 

I really love Lilly Lashes but they’re mad expensive (like $30). 49. How do you pick your shade of foundation? Whatever says medium lmao I go with that. I’m shit at picking foundation and concealer shades but I’m usually like a pure beige/medium/warm beige/nude warm vanilla things like that. Yellowy. 50. What's a good foundation for oily skin? 

ESTEE LAUDER DOUBLEWEAR FOUNDATION SAVED MY OILY ASS SKIN. 51. What's a good foundation for dry skin? I’m not sure.

52. What's a good foundation for normal skin? 

Probably the Fenty Beauty foundation and every other foundation in the world, you lucky ducks. 53. How do you pick a foundation for your skin color? You pick one blindly and hope it’s a match. Hehe. 54. Tinted Moisturizer, BB Cream, or Foundation? Foundation. I love tinted moisturizers in theory but they don't work for me (for some reason the NARS one stings?) and BB creams are TOO white for me. 55. What is a BB Cream? Blemish Balm cream. Also known as the culprit for my ghastly white face in old pictures. Boo.

56. What do you use to apply your Foundation? Either a beauty blender or a foundation brush by Artis, BH Cosmetics or Real Techniques.

57. How can I make my nose look slimmer or straighter? 

Contour, boo. 58. Cream, Powder, or Liquid Blush? 

LIQUID BLUSH CHANGED THE GAME FOR ME. 59. Favorite foundation? 

Estee Lauder doublewear. 

60. Favorite concealer? The Tarte Shaptape is real good imo. Not sure if it’s holy grail material but it’s good for what it’s worth. 61. How do you conceal a pimple? I fail at that.

62. How do you conceal dark circles? 

First you gotta color correct (I use the LA Girl pro concealer in the orange shade) and then you put on the concealer. Use a beauty blender to blend the orange color corrector first then the concealer.  63. How do you get rid of or lessen dark circles? 

If you know the answer to this that doesn’t involve water or sleeping early, please hmu. 64. What is your daily skin care routine? Morning: wash face with my The Face Shop Dr. Belmeur foaming cleanser, tone with witch hazel, put on vitamin c suspension (The Ordinary), then Hyaluronic Acid (also The Ordinary).

Night: remove makeup with the Pixi double cleanse, cleanse with The Face Shop ^ cleanser again, use a mask, tone, put caffeine solution (The Ordinary) under eyes, put hyaluronic acid, then rosehip oil (The Ordinary).

65. What is your weekly skin care routine? 

Theta’s it. I use masks like Herbivore’s Blue Tansy as often as needed and advised. 66. How do you prep your face for makeup? 

PRAYER.  67. How do you take off your makeup? 

Double Cleanse, wipes, and Micellar Water (Garnier). 68. What are some DIY face masks? 

Honey + avocado + apple cider + oats.  69. Where can you buy face masks? 

I usually purchase mine from The Face Shop, Herbivore Botanicals, L’Oreal and just korean brands. 70. What facial moisturizer do you recommend? 

I don’t know. I want to try the Fresh Seaberry oil though. 71. How can I get rid of or shrink my big pores? THAT IS MY CURRENT PROBLEM. :( 72. How do you highlight your face? 

I use a good high-end highlighter (my favorite one is from OFRA), wet my brush using MAC Fix+ after dipping it into the highlighter, and bam. Cheekbones, nose bridge, tip of the nose and cupid’s bow. 73. How do you contour your face? 

I use either Kat Von D’s contour palette, or Too Faced’s milk chocolate soleil. 74. How often should you clean your makeup brushes? Depends on how much I use ‘em.

75. How do you clean your makeup brushes? I either use some soap + olive oil or the Daiso or Beauty Blender cleansers. 76. What are some inexpensive makeup brushes? BH Cosmetics’ are really nice!

77. Do you prefer matte or shimmer eyeshadows? I used to love matte shadows but now I super love shimmer shadow. 78. Do you prefer matte or dewy skin? Can I have dewy skin that doesn’t look oily, please.

79. Do you prefer matte or shiny lipstick / lipgloss? Matte because it lasts longer. 80. When did you start wearing makeup? Officially started getting really into it when I was like 13. 81. Who taught you to put on makeup? Myself. 82. What is your favorite brand of makeup? Already answered this!

83. What product do you never leave home without? I always have lipstick in my bag, powder be damned.  84. If you only had $50 dollars for makeup and skincare, what would you buy? I’d buy all the shit I have in my Althea cart (all skincare)! 85. Who is your favorite beauty guru on youtube? BRETMAN ROCK. Does he count? 86. How long do you take to get ready in the morning? Like half the day.  87. What online makeup store is your favorite? Sephora! 88. Who are your favorite beauty blogs on tumblr? Temptalia. Does that count? 89. How long should you keep a product? Until it ain’t spoiled, lmao. 

90. What product are you hoping to buy next?

Honestly, I really want the Fresh seaberry oil and I’m waiting for it to be in stock again. 

[beesechurgerho]

Oooooh, I've got a lot of good ones from my four hell years working at a Hobby Lobby in Houston: 1. The mystery person who would come in every six weeks on the dot and take huge bites out of the packs of Sculpey clay. Like, bit thru the plastic packaging and everything. We only ever found the remains and not the bitten-off pieces, so I assume they were eating it. Also, they overwhelmingly preferred blue and yellow clay. 2. The time I was in the bathroom washing my hands and a customer burst in, shuffled into the stall directly behind me, dropped trou, and started taking a shit WITHOUT CLOSING THE DOOR. We made eye contact in the mirror. I noped on out of there with soapy hands. 3. A couple weeks after the first bathroom incident, I was sitting on the pot in what I thought was an empty bathroom for my daily shit & scroll session when I heard this weird noise down by my feet. I look down and there's a tiny chihuahua in a rust-colored sweater staring up at me with the most judgemental expression I've ever seen on an animal. We stared at each other for like a solid minute before it retreated backwards into the stall whence it came. I really wish I'd had the presence of mind to take a picture, because I'm still not 100% certain i didn't hallucinate it. 4. The woman we affectionately called Clownfish Lady (she had a rubber purse in the shape of a clownfish) who would come in all the time because she had the hots for the store manager, a scrawny, 6'5" dude that looked like Grumpy Cat's human incarnation. I can't count the number of times she came thru my checkout line and ranted about how fine she thought he was, usually while he was RIGHT THERE, and I'd grimace and mutter some noncommittal answer and give her her change back. The thirst shopping stopped after he was fired. I wonder if Clownfish Lady ever found love elsewhere, or if she tracked him down to his next job. 5. A customer threw a full-on tantrum because I couldn't stop the register from charging her mom's debit card after she'd already entered her PIN, because they'd forgotten to use their coupon. I tried explaining that I could refund them for the difference on another transaction, but they just cursed me out and left. They would have saved about 70 cents with a coupon. 6. A young woman once asked me where we kept "the sticky photo album pages with the plastic". I apologized and said we didn't carry them, and that she'd have to go online because I hadn't seen them in stores in probably 15 years, and she looked me dead in the eye and said, "I don't believe you." At a complete loss for words, the only response I could think of was to say "I'm......sorry...??" and walk away. 7. Some dudes came in and tried to shortchange us, then when that didn't work they went outside and stole my coworker's truck. They were never caught. 8. Every year, without fail, someone would knock over my manager's motorcycle and scratch the hell out of his expensive custom paint job. This always brought me much joy, as he was a major asshole. I've always wondered if it was a customer he pissed off. 9. Once during the holidays, a woman popped inside real quick to grab some wrapping paper and left her 13yo son in the car with it running. While she was inside, the kid decided he was gonna take the car for a little joy ride around the parking lot and ended up wrecking into another car, so the little shit ran inside and told his mom that a black guy forced him out of the car at gunpoint, stole the car and wrecked it, then ran off. So, naturally, the cops were called and started detaining every black man in the shopping center at gunpoint, including one of our stockmen. Then somebody had thr genius idea of watching our security cameras and, lo and behold, the truth came out. Mom beat his ass all the way from the office in the back to the front of the store and out the door, in front of hundreds of holiday shoppers. I swear I can still hear her yelling 5 years later. And my personal fave: 10. One afternoon I was walking to our time clock, which was in a little niche off our clearance corner for some reason, so I could clock in and begin my shift unpacking the merchandise of The Lord, and I came upon a woman browsing our fine selection of broken shit in the clearance section. I smiled and nodded, and she smiled in return, then bent over facing away from me to peruse the bottom shelf. Unfortunately, for me at least, she had a MASSIVE rip in her pants that was perfectly positioned over her asscrack, and she wore no underwear, so I was rendered blind by the sight of everything just popping out. Yes, I saw a customer's butthole. I somehow managed to stumble around her and clock in, then I hightailed it to the stockroom and recounted my tale to the 6 stockman back there unpacking. At first they didn't believe me, so they sent poor Fred out to see if my claims were true. Fred returned minutes later, crying he was laughing so hard, so then Tim went out to see. When he came back, he simply shook his head in disbelief, muttered "laaaaawd", and returned to work. The remaining stockmen each took their own turns to see the spectacle, and in turn each one was treated to the exact same sight I was. This woman showed her butthole to SEVEN DIFFERENT EMPLOYEES. She became a legend at our store. Years later, after I moved and transferred stores, I went in to visit my old coworkers and Tim asked, "hey, do you remember that time we all got mooned by the same woman?" Where are you now, Butthole Lady? How many people have you traumatized?

Do any of you have wild retail stories like let me begin

My CSM ran a bag to a lady because she forgot it and the lady said “oh thank you, my husband just died”

Another time I had a woman vent to me her trouble of doing her son’s entire history presentation only to find out they had been working on it for the past week in the class and returned all the supplies

[thegreenhorseman]

This was the final weekend to make our property horse-ready.

Horses are coming home Wednesday!

Did we get it done?

I desperately wanted to be done and ready for horses before Saturday.  Why? Saturday is Zac’s birthday so it would be NICE to not have to labor for one day……

Wednesday

I got out of work, went home, spread some stone, and fell asleep.  After this day I was very stressed out.  I felt there was no way to get this done on my own before Saturday.  I decided to ask Zac to take a day off so we could focus on progress Friday.

Thursday 

I spent much of the day running errands.  Maybe only two hours of stone dumping, trench covering, and raking.  The rest of the day was consumed by horse stalls, riding my own horse, and a riding lesson on Happy.

Friday

Zac took the day off because he’s a great support man.  Together we braved the intermittent rain showers.  We finished dumping stone and covered the trenches with the sticky clay.  Tamping will need to wait until it decides to finally stop raining.

When we needed a break from the trenches we began to work on the fencing.  I bought 4 rolls of poly rope by Powerfields.  Each roll has 1320′ of rope.  We put the rolls on a metal rod, toilet paper style, and walked the perimeter.  When the rope was laid we took another trip around to place the rope into the insulators and create tension.  Setup was a breeze!

We also drove holes into the locust post to hang the gate.  The post is super solid and took a lot of might to pilot the hole, even with a power drill!

Finally, no electric fence is complete without the hookup and grounding rods.  Who knew the grounding rods would be the biggest pain???

We successfully drove down two of the three 6′ galvanized steel rods.  Because of the shale and rock it took quite a lot of strength but we did it.  The third rod, however, went in and refused to go further.  The harder we hit the rod we found we were actually BENDING it.  “Let’s try taking it out and driving it in somewhere else.” NOPE.  The rod wouldn’t drive deeper and it definitely won’t come out. I managed to straighten it BY HAND but it still wouldn’t drive deeper.  So now we have an awkward grounding rod sitting 28.5″ out of the ground.  If we need to we’ll add a fourth to make up for our uncompromising land.

We set up the electric fence and decided to wait until a dry day to test the unit.  This was a bad idea…and I’ll cover that in another post because we’re still dealing with it).

Saturday

We did it!

With everything accomplish besides the voltage test and tamping the trenches, we are officially ready for horses.  Paddock #2 and the run-in shed build will commence post-move.

We woke up late Saturday, enjoying a nice morning to sleep in.  We enjoyed birthday festivities with family.  Later in the evening I brought Zac to an Escape Room called Enigmatic Escapes, and then to dinner at Slidin’ Dirty.  We really enjoyed the whole day, and best of all….NO LABOR!

All that’s left… Before Wednesday:

Hay delivery

Fill Water trough

Move extra T-Posts

Remove Extra Rocks from Paddock

Tamp Trenches

Test Fencing

It seems like a long list but it some of it will even be done by the time you read this!

  Weekend Update This was the final weekend to make our property horse-ready. Horses are coming home Wednesday! Did we get it done?

[voxplusherizes]

April Ramble: Eye Troubles, Hair Uncertainties, and Doll Instanity

I’m gonna try to do a monthly update about stuff from now on.

So, Lots of stuff has happened. and at the same time lots of stuff ...hasn’t...happened.

Eyes:

I’ve finished Erasii’s mouth and right eye. However, my confidence with dealing with resin came back to bite me in the ass. Severl years ago, i tried to start a project where i would make large plushes (like Erasii’s size with a wildly different pattern) or all the remnants and i started with Azur. I didn’t get past sewing the arms and legs, and thats because i started on the eyes right away. I used the exact same methode as this time: sculpt an eye from polymer clay, make a mold, cast the eye dome, attach a photo of the eye behind it. Simple. easy. Lmao. Nope. I recall casting three eyes and every one of the had bubbles. every one of them was cloudy. one was very sticky. I gave up back then, and the project was since abandoned.

Until two weeks ago, where I thought i’d done enough research to know how to do it right. Except i forgot that resin has a fuckin vendetta against me i swear to god.

The first eye attempt developed holes at the dome, aka: the front of the eye. This irritated me because when i poured the resin, it was super clear for two hours before i checked it and suddenly: a fuckton of bubbles. I havn’t no idea where they came from. So i tried again (also tried to cover the first attempt in more resin after pokeing holes to the bubbles, which.....ended poorly.) and poured another cast. i watched this version religiously, and it was amazeingly clear! I thought it went perfect.....until i went to check if i could remove it after four days of letting it cure and it was still completely liquid. two extra days did nothing. Evidently, I did not stir it properly enough (i call bullshit, i stirred for three minutes. i timed it.) and i had to scoop the resin into the trash and clean the mold. by far the most agaonizeing part of this one was that it was still completely bubbleless like w h y must u hurt me.

By this point, I’m incredibly irritated. Whenever I get the measureing and stirring correct, my cast developes bubbles for no damn reason. whenever my cast doesn’t develope bubbles, it doesn’t cure. I have browsed forum after forum, video after video, did every trick i could find, fallowed the instructions to the T. and still, my resin has failed to turn out.

I am torn, honestly. I am so pissed at my inability to cast resin properly that i’m determined to keep trying to get it right. but at the same time, i’m wasteing resin and not making any imporvments. on the other side, My mom has a coworker who owns a jewlery buiseness with her husband and most of their peices use a really nice clear casting material. I’m wondering if I could ask them if they’d be willing to make me a complete eye as a commission. I havn’t any idea how they make their casts, however (i assume molds, but not sure) so i’m not sure. i’m also unsure if their casting material is a type of glass. I’ll ask about the durability of the material, and keep it as an option if everything else fails.

I currently have a third eye in the mold. i havn’t checked it since i poured it. i’m scared to, thb. i don’t want to be dissapointed.

Dragon:

On a more lighthearted note, If yall rememeber my dragon pattern from a while ago, i started on that plush. Originally i was just going to work on it until i got the rest of the stuff to finish erasii, but since his eye is taking forever and i havn’t been able to get the yarn to the correct length for his hair, i’ve gotten a lot of it done. the wings and batting inside are completely done (witht he exception of turning and sewing the finger details+stuffing) which was the largest part of the project. I started working ont he gold tail decor but i need to pull out an entire side since the peice didn’t match up properly. i was going to leave it, but i dont want her to look ugly int he end so about two hours of sewing earlier are down the drain Lol.

Hair:

Returning to Erasii, for more bad news, I’ve decided I can’t use yarn for his hair. i can’t get it long enough. I also can’t make a wig for him like i wanted to try, because i forgot his horns existed. Instead, i’ve decided to order saran hair. This....doesn’t sit well with me. I was going to try wefts this time, but i dont feel comfortable attching them dirrectly to his head. but i havn’t any idea how else to attach them either. i was thinking maybe glueing? or somehow sewing the hair directly into the head? the bangs and sides are the main ones i want to look nice since the back of erasii’s head is litterally just A Mess of short hair. I dunno. i’m ordering a crapton of hair, so we’ll see what i can do when i have it in my hands.

Dolls:

I’ve made the mistake of watching doll customizations. and i wanted to do one. except i couldnt make up my mind, and now i have three planned whoOPS

The first one is Pumpkin Pie, a pumpkin themed girl I want to make arund halloween. I have an orange body thats faceless and lacking hair bc it was from a create your own monster kit. she’s the perfect starter.

The second one was the original one i wanted to make, Nyoul. My little girly boy with a taste for cupcakes and human flesh. He was the reason i first went through the way-too-big box of dolls my mom and i bought years ago (over 500 dollars worth like srsly.) to find a duplicate to tear apart. but surpriseingly, we didn’t have any duplicates. We have three frankies, yeah, but they were all different versions, so i didn’t feel comfortable tearing any of them apart. Most unfortunately, this conundrum gave me time to lament, during which time i keep peeking at my Gooliope. She’s 17 inchs high, and i loved that size. I didn’t dare ruin her (she’s by far my favorite) so i kept an eye out for other 17 inchers. And as luck would have it, while stopping by toys r’ us the other day, I noticed one in the clearence bin. orignally 30bucks, dropped down to 15. not bad. the reason for this was because the doll (a clawdeen) was a little bit damaged. both her ears have broken bits and theres a lots of weird plastic at the seems. not so good for a child, a miracle gift from the doll gods for me. i expected to feel a little guilty buying a doll away from a potential kid, but because this one is damaged, i don’t. parents would have told a little girl to put this one back and grab another one anyway, so no harm in giving this little misfit a home x3

There are some....drawbacks, however.

Nyoul already requided heavy modification (ie: tiddy-be-gone) and now he needs even more. I was originally aiming for a frankie, since she has a lighter skin tone and no ears, since my concept for Nyoul has him as very pale. this is because his outfit will have a lot of color and having his skin be near-white would allow them to pop like on a canvase. he’s also aupposed to look like a doll, but also sickly. Cute, but not quite right. I’m going to have to cut off the ears (and boobs), and then repaint the entire body. I do feel.....gross, about doing that. it feels insulting and wrong. But if i’m going to put all this effort into makeing him, why shouldn’t i make him completely what I want?

on the upside of workin on him, I get to make a prop eventually! I love doing that! he carries a big-ass axe and long scissors.

Nyoul’s going to be a very long project. This is why I want to finish both Erasii AND the dragon before i even start him. So Clawdeen’s just chilling with her deformities for a couple of weeks Lol.

And lastly.....my ball joint doll.

Years ago, i purched a ball joint doll from someone used. I’ve always loved ball joints, but they were all too expensive. I was so excited to have a BJD at last, i developed an entire design for her that sadly failed to come to be. I had a lot of trouble as a newbie seamstress back then that i eventually gave up, and tossed her into my closet for a few....years.

and then i took her out of the closet and put her in the attic for several more years. I rescued her afew days ago, and i feel super guilty. I never even put her pants or shirt back on!

I dislike the original design i had for her, so i’ve been trying to think of what to transform her into. I was thinking about a demon popstar, so i could make horns and wings and a tail, but....her face doesn’t fit. she has a very serene sad face, lidded eyes. I’m not sure if i could paint her face to make her look more evil or mischevious or a diva. I really want to try tho. I might have to save it for another 17 incher monster high tho. i keep seeing the popstar design with highheels and my BJD has flat feet. and I can’t order new ones because they’re expensive and also i have no idea what modle doll i even have so whoops.

if i do move ahead with that idea tho, i’ve taken inspiration from Sia and Lady Gaga (and Billy Joe Cobra if i’m being embarisingly honest) especially witht he hair idea. a boxy neck length thats pure white on top, but each later under is a different color of the rainbow with some rainbow bangs. She’d also have sunglasses, piercings, tattoos, long fake nails....just so much stuff.

But its a long way before i’m confident to even try to work on her. just holding her makes me scared i’m gonna break her. (even tho i kinda already did, accidentally had to restring her legs bc i dropped a string trying to take her head off.)

Her time in the closet and attic seem to have done something to her faceup. I’ve been struggleing for the past three days to remove it (bc i want to repaint her and also the colors were ugly and she has a stupid little tear on her cheek) useing everything i could. I tried acetone first (i did a test ont he inside of the headcap to see if it’d hurt the resin) and it did absolutely nothing. so then i tried rubbing alcohol, and again nothing. i tried a magic eeraser which finally worked, but not well. i don’t want to try to buy anything else, so i’ve been dealing witht he magic eraser. i’ve nearly removed everything besides the lips, and i honestly don’t think i’m gonna be getting that lip color out of there. I’ve tried to shove some eraser into there and scrub with a toothpick and it did not do anything. I was planning on coloring her lips a dark color anyway, so meh. bonus shadeing.