#not sure if you've been around long enough to know but i had cancer. got that taken care of

[wounddread]

why did your former local ER team know you by name? o_ô

LMAO hi there is a lot wrong with me 🖤 i'm constantly in and out of hospitals bc of medical emergencies in a 2 week period between april and may alone i was in the er like 8 times

[ghosttalksalot]

Spidery!Peter Spideypool Fics

Let's do this! I have not read all of these. The ones I have not read have been recommended by those mentioned below + anonymous others. Anything that is explicit will be below the line, otherwise in no particular order. These will be from ao3. Assume completed unless otherwise stated. No dead dove or similar, content warnings prior to each summary. I will continue to add if anyone sends more! List below the break, and this is a long one.

You're gonna wanna be my bestfriend, baby by Firefly_ika

Teen&up. 11,843 words. "Peter’s given up caring about his identity around Wade. They're friends, proper friends, not just the kind of we-trade-banter-and-you've-saved-my-ass-a-few-times allies you tend to make in the vigilante gig. He hasn't exactly taken the mask off yet, but he's given more than enough information for Deadpool to track him down. The way he's going, it's like he'll reveal his whole life before, you know, actually revealing." (or) "Five things Peter exposes about himself, and the one that Wade figures out on his own."

Hunger Pains by X_Gon_Give_It

Teen&up. 931 words. Warning for graphic depictions of violence. "Why does he do this to himself? An angry thought hisses in Wade’s brain. Why does he have to make it so damn hard every time? But the anger is quick. Like a snap, there and then gone. Of course, this is hard on him. It’s easy to see the self hatred when he eats. The disgust at his own desperation. Now that he’s gotten to know Peter, and his sensibilities, it makes sense that this would be so difficult."

My Boyfriend's a Murder Bot by Fredegund

Mature. 55,912 words. Content warning, see tags. "Wade Winston Wilson is ugly. His skin's inside out. It ripples and moves every second of every day, at constant war with the cancer. Vanessa put on a brave face for him when she first saw the changes, but it turns out even she can't stomach the sight for long. He's ugly and alone and nothing will ever be good in life again - If only that were his only problem. But Weapon X is at it again, under crisp new management, turning orphans into super slaves and bringing out the big guns to make sure nobody interferes this go around (namely one Pool comma Dead). So now, not only is Wade alone and ugly forever, but he's got a bit of a pest problem in the form of a black-clad murder-happy man spider with a collar around his neck and an unhealthy obsession with tying Deadpool up. So maybe it's not all bad…"

because i have been lonely by QQI25

Teen&up. 8,591 words. See tag: basically Pete's a spider turned human. "As an immortal person, Wade has never really tried to make friends, save for a giant spider. But when an amulet turns the spider into a person, he has to learn how to live with another person in his life again."

When Instincts Take Over by TheStrange_One

Not rated, but no explicit content. 4,577 words. Not explicitly spideypool, but Peter & Wade nonetheless. "Wade had always had a—fascination, for lack of a better term, with NYC’s wall crawling web-themed hero. Just a little bit. Not a lot. He didn’t collect information of every Spider-Man sighting, or anything (He totally did.) So when Spider-Man started acting strangely, it was really no wonder that Wade noticed first. Of course, it didn’t hurt when he saw the behavior firsthand. Spidey webbing muggers, would-be rapists, and those who thought a little B&E was the best way to begin a day in a thick cocoon wasn’t unusual. However, then whirling and hissing—honest-to-God hissing—was."

Dark Horizons by beforethemoon

Teen&up. 11,215 words. Warning for graphic depictions of violence. Content warning, see tags. "“You—you’re the Spider-Man.” From beneath the mask, a slow smile crept across Peter’s face. Gregory Smith—an ordinary name for a man who wasn’t so ordinary—writhed in his grip. It was so easy to subdue the man; with his superstrength, Peter just had to apply the slightest pressure on good ol’ Greg’s neck and the man was blissfully silent. He liked hearing that line, though: you’re the Spider-Man. The Webslinger. Or, if you were J. Jonah Jameson, the Wall-Crawling Menace. So many names, but all were said with the tinge of fear that Peter was addicted to. They always managed to choke out the words, and he always made sure those were their last."

Better than Beyond Beef by BunsofHoney

Teen&up. 16,313 words. **See tag: Riding the literal bleeding edge of smut. Has a sequel. "Wade took in Spidey’s inhuman appearance. "You look about ready to go hunting." "I… get like this sometimes, when I'm in a lot of pain, or fear, or angry I think. Right now I…I just need a really rare steak, that's all." - When a sudden explosion leaves them both badly injured, Wade discovers that Spider-Man's mutation can make him a little...feral. Wade makes an offer to help Spidey heal faster and satiate his craving. What's a little cannibalism between friends?"

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Songs for the Zombie Apocalypse, a 5-part series by zerospoons_onlyknives (oprime)

First work is Teen&up. Second third, and fourth works are Mature, with sexual content. Fifth work is explicit. 50,000 total words. Zombie apocalypse au, they're not superheroes. Warning for graphic depictions of violence. "Peter Parker and Wade Wilson navigate zombies, religious extremists, and each other as they try to survive the apocalypse. What started as a kidnapping morphs into a weird bond between the two but sometimes it feels like only one of them can survive."

I'm Something of a Scientist Myself by fancastical

Explicit. 11,422 words. Content warning, read tags. "Wade decides to start dousing himself in various synthetic spider sex pheromones before meeting up with Spidey, because why wouldn't he? They have some… interesting results. Wade feels downright scientific."

Upside Down by TheOrangeWritingRanger

Explicit. 56,271 words. Warning for graphic depictions of violence. Content warning for an especially spidery Peter. "Wade Wilson is as happy as a chipmunk in a peanut factory, Avenging by day as Deadpool, playing videogames and eating countless tacos by night. But something is missing from his life, or so say the ever present voices in his head. In the course of investigating several gruesome deaths with his teammates Hawkeye and Black Widow, they discover that something large and arachnoidian is terrorising New York. 'Pool follows some clues, and that cute brunet guy who keeps turning up, and finds himself at the spinneret ends of the elusive spider monster. But is he actually a monster, or is there more to his story?"

Babe Wake Up, It's Pumpkin Spice Season by X_Gon_Give_It

Explicit. 7,460 words. "He glances over the thick black lettering above the picture (SPIDER-MAN AND DEADPOOL: PARTNERS?) and focuses solely on Deadpool. The merc has two guns out in an exchange of bullets with a robber inside a bank. This wasn’t long ago. A week at most. Each shot had been calculated, the bullets never missing their mark, as the smell of smoke and gunpowder drifted  in the air, heavy enough to choke on. Peter roamed over the display of muscles covered by a body suit of spandex and leather. For someone who rarely exposed their skin, Deadpool’s suit had a way of accenting every inch of his body. His steady posture didn’t help. Or those rolling shoulders. His large hands. Again, the feeling stirs in Peter’s gut, more insistently. Urging."

Wade Wilson's Guide to Studying Your Spider by X_Gon_Give_It

Explicit. 114,210 words. Warning for graphic depictions of violence. Content warning, read tags. "After months of working with Spider-Man, Wade Wilson realizes there are a lot more to his hero's powers than meets the eye..." (AKA) "The one where Wade notices that Spider-Man has been acting weirder and weirder, and the more he looks into it, the more he realizes that his not-so-normal partner in crime(fighting) is a lot stranger than he thought."

Hurting, Loving by bubblebeezey

Explicit. 12,454 words. Warning for graphic depictions of violence. Incomplete, last updated in June 2024. "Peter Parker finds himself deathly injured alone in his apartment, and in a panic, calls Wade Wilson. Peter's identity gets revealed under some not-so-nice circumstances, but everything is worth it in the end. Hurt and comfort ensues. (And romance, of course)."

you're goodness; i'm what's in between by strawberxi (Tupipsie)

Explicit. 7,416 words. "“I love you, Wade,” Peter stated, said so casually that one might have assumed they were dating. He said them like they were fact– and Peter supposed they were, if he was making proper sense of his feelings. Wade just stilled. Peter didn't move, and his heart sunk deep into his stomach. Even then he couldn't take the words back, and he didn't want to. - a spideypool getting together fic"

Soup and steam - an earthquake waiting to happen by pandafish

Explicit. 9,219 words. "The worst thing about having the flu when you were essentially half spider was that the fever became like ten times worse. No, scratch that. The worst thing was looking out your window and seeing Deadpool sitting there like an oversized cat, eagerly asking if Peter could come out and play, and wanting nothing but to beg him to come inside and care for his sick friend-lover-vigilante partner. But how could Peter do that when they were supposed to be simply fucking for stress relief, not actually stick around for the truly intimate parts?"

Good Enough (To Be Good To Yourself) by jackmischief

Explicit. 221,082 words. Content warning, read tags and chapter notes. "Peter meets Deadpool when he’s in his civvies, and has the good fortune of remaining unrecognized. But with a friend like Deadpool — and his interesting habit of trying to feed his good buddy Spider-Man — he finds it hard to be too worried. When Deadpool winds up coincidentally finding Peter a second and third time, the merc gets attached to the cute brunet. Meanwhile, Spider-Man and Deadpool are a crime fighting duo tackling strange activity on the docks with suspicious ties to an all too familiar organization. A fluffy, angsty, eventually smutty Spideypool romp with an identity reveal endgame and regular updates on Mondays and Fridays. Rating and tags reflect entire fic. Smut starts at chapter 9."

Spider2703 by kingdomclouds

Explicit. 31,166 words. Warning for graphic depictions of violence. Content warning for brainwashed/tortured Peter. There is a sequel. ""When did they get you?" "I was- Peter Parker was 16 when he went missing. Spider turned 24 when he was born." The words come out robotic, practice making the sentence flow quickly and easily. Wade's hand tightens on his neck before it loosens and let's go completely. "So your name is Peter?" Spider shakes his head harshly and pretends his eyes aren't watering- soldiers don't cry. Wade keeps his grip tight on his jaw, ignoring the mess of venom getting all over his palms. "My name is Spider, serial number 2703." "They've really got you brainwashed, haven't they?" "I'm not brainwashed. Spider is my name. Peter Parker doesn't exist." Spider looks away from Wade's gaze- he can't help it. Those eyes can see right through him. --- Or; Peter was apart of the Weapon X program, like Wade- except he never left."

Medium Rare by MargaretKire

Explicit. 24,562 words. Vampire au. Content warning for everything (spidery) vampirism entails. "Peter just can't get full lately. He eats and eats, but he's constantly exhausted and hungry. Wade realizes what's going on before Peter does. And becomes obsessed with getting Peter what he needs- living cells in the form of blood and...other things."

So No One Told You Life Was Gonna Be This Way by Jenetica

Explicit. 32,894 words. Content warning, see tags and chapter descriptions. "Peter Parker's life doesn't need an influx of new, distinctly spidery Spider-Man powers. He would gladly spend the rest of his days not creating tiny spiders from nowhere, for example. Like, in a, "yes please, I'll take two orders of the 'no spider-parenthood lifestyle,' hold the whip" kind of way. And that's only the start of how certifiably nuts his life has gotten lately. But... okay, the spiders are pretty cute. And the other powers, well, aren't horrible. He supposes. And if Deadpool seems to think his new spidery skills are great and interesting and hot (which is weird, but not as objectionable as Peter would expect), that's... that's not so horrible, either. Alternatively: Peter's powers are a joke, he's broke, and his love life... isn't all that DOA."

Tiny Entanglements by MargaretKire

Explicit. 6,875 words. Content warning, see tags. More Spiders-Man then Spider-Man. "Spider-Man has some hidden desires. So does Deadpool. Things get complicated when Morbius claims to have a cure for Peter’s ‘impure’ DNA. Or: Three thousand spiders in a suit fall in love with Wade Wilson. Featuring: Spider interludes"

Weaver of Silk and Dreams by a_stands_for

Mature with explicit chapter. 73,831 words. More ships with Peter than spideypool, see tags. "Some alternate realities are unrecognizable, and some are indistinguishable. This one lies somewhere in between. Peter Parker's life was derailed when he mutated into a strange human/spider hybrid, and he knows that's not the way things went down for him in other realities. Still, he's determined to forge a new path and make the best of it. Sometimes "the friends we made along the way" really is the greatest treasure anyone could ask for."

Strange by smellslikecitrus

Mature with explicit chapter. 34,900 words. Fairy au. "Peter was just trying his best, as a spider fairy would do. Wade stole Ant-Man's suit during a week-long mission in Massachusetts, deciding to see just how big the forest looks at ground height. Wade accidentally discovers fae creatures in said forest. Cue the title."

He is Soundless From Afar. by elastic honey (infernoconcealed)

Explicit. 15,961 words. Content warning, see tags. "Three part story. 100% based on teamup comics. Every time Deadpools wants to kiss him, Peter's spideysense starts going off. He should hate Wade for killing him. He should swing away and never see him again after what he did. Instead, he starts getting drunk off the feeling."

atlas by a_cry_in_the_wilderness

Explicit. 3,143 words. Warning for graphic depictions of violence. Content warning, see tags. "The first time that Wade tells Spider-man that he’s beautiful, the hero laughs in a way that makes Wade realize that there’s a wound that he’s accidentally brushed against. It’s too late to stop the bleeding, but he tries to compress it anyway. Peter Parker alludes to not looking how Wade expects underneath the mask leading Wade down a spiral reflecting on his own insecurities and expectations."

Cicatrices by WaterMe

Explicit. 9,036 words. Warning for graphic depictions of violence. Content warning, see tags. "Spider-Man is falling apart. Deadpool knows how to put a broken thing back together. (also they fuck a lot)"

hit me with your kill shot, baby by Anonymous

Explicit. 6,613 words. Summary is a mature excerpt. See notes: "Peter going feral with spidey traits during sex."

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That's the list... for now. Give me a good ol' bonk if I missed info or cws on any of em, and feel free to give me more to add! Enjoy. Thank you to @disconnected-penguin and @enby-spite for your help!

[holly-louisexox]

Ribcage X Andy Biersack- Part 29

Masterlist

"There's one thing you should know about me Delia Vincent, I don't date. Got no heart to break and emptiness is safe, keep it that way."

He was adamant in his choices...

...But then things changed.

Author's note:

Trigger warning: Mention of the deadly C word (Cancer) and PTSD. Please be kind to yourself if this upsets you.

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After Delia was released from the hospital, she could not wait to escape Seattle. Thankfully the tests had come back with no evidence of anything meaning she was in the clear; all she was left with were crutches to accommodate her broken ankle. Standing in the airport awaiting the Ohio flight to be called for boarding was all she was looking forward to, although she was also extremely glad that Andy was also flying to Ohio so that she did not have to travel alone in this state; she would have been embarrassed to travel through the airports with a chaperon hot at her heals.

"D, make sure you message all of us as soon as you get a SIM card for your new phone, you've been such a great friend and we have got to stay in contact so I need your new number! Hopefully, we get to work together again soon!" Shevy Rambles "I'm going to miss you so much."

"Of course, I will Shevy, it's been such a pleasure working with everyone." Delia smiles.

"Come here." Shevy calms her tone before pulling Delia into an awkward hug; trying to hug someone whilst on crutches was not a fun experience, Delia felt as if she was fighting to stay balanced; but she welcomed the hug from her new best friend regardless.

"Shevy, please try not to break Delia anymore than she already is." Andy laughs slightly whilst he keeps a watchful eye on Delia's wobbling; the last thing he wants is for Delia to fall and hurt herself more than she already was.

"Make sure you look after her Andy." Shevy is strict as she carefully pulls away from the hug with Delia and stares at Andy "Please don't hurt her."

"I wouldn't dream of it." Andy smiles wrapping an arm around Delia's waist to stabilise her balance and to keep her close to him protectively.

"It's good to see you happy again Andy." CC grins looking between him and Delia.

"It's nice not having to pretend like I don't care anymore. I'm sorry for all the shit I put you all through for so long." Andy apologises. "Thank you for not giving up on me though."

"We could never give up on you Andy." Jake states placing a hand on the singer's shoulder.

"Hopefully you'll be able to join us on our next tour Delia." Lonny speaks up but it's almost a plea.

"I would love to, if you'll all have me." Delia nods making the group, apart from Andy, all cheer a yes.

"Of course we want you on our next tour, I need you with me on our next tour." Andy smiles down at Delia due to their slight height difference before placing a soft kiss on her lips when she looks up at him.

"Okay kids, enough PDA please, some of us are still missing our partners." Jinxx laughs making the two of them pull away.

"Oh Andy, I nearly forgot, I passed your number onto Officer Davies for any updates regarding the whole situation. Although I imagine that psycho will spend a long time behind bars." Lonny states.

"Righ, thanks, Lon." Andy nods tightening his grip on Delia, the thought of Sam made him feel sick. When he saw Sam standing over Delia at that gas station he could have killed him, he wanted to kill him. 

"As glad as I am that Sam is in prison, I feel bad for the families of those other women. I managed to survive, they didn't." Delia confesses sadly.

"I think that's a normal response D but without you, Sam would still be out there. Those families are probably grateful for you as you're the one who escaped and got him put behind bars." Lonny explains as the whole group looks at her with sympathy evident in their eyes.

"I guess you're right Lonny." Delia sighs as she puts on a smile to the group.

"American Airlines flight to Cincinnati, Ohio is now boarding. Please make your way to gate 15." A male voice is heard over the tannoy system which instantly makes Delia freeze up; she knows it is not Sam announcing the flight. But the accent, the authoritative way of speaking, gave her unwanted flashbacks of Sam.

"Hey, you're okay." Andy tries to comfort Delia by gently rubbing her side as he sees the terrified expression on her face, the nurse at the hospital had spoken to Andy privately about the high possibility of Delia suffering PTSD from what had happened. The nurse told him some common signs and symptoms and how to handle it. "It's just a staff member announcing our flight, is it a flashback?"

"Yeah, sorry it's just, the accent and the way the guy said it. It made me think of Sam." Delia confesses; in her mind, she kept telling herself that the situation could have been worse. She was told that the emotions she felt could last anywhere between 6 to 12 months, but she didn't want to acknowledge it. She had been through similar stuff with her dad, but she had ignored it and threw herself into work as a distraction, that's what she wanted to do again.

"D, you trust us right?" Shevy asks wrapping an arm carefully around Delia's shoulders.

"Of course." Delia nods.

"You're going to be okay, we're all here for you. Andy is going to be only a short drive from you and you're going to be with your parents. Nothing is going to hurt you." Shevy breaks it down so that Delia's frenzied mind can process it all. "So why don't you catch that flight with Mr clingy next to you and go see your parents, I know you miss them."

"Thanks Shevy." Delia smiles.

"I'm not clingy Shevy." Andy shakes his head.

"Of course you're not." Shevy grins looking at the two of them after she had removed her arms from around Delia's shoulders "Have a wonderful time at home you two!"

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"They keep looking at me." Delia mumbles to Andy as she noticed the couple in the row opposite them glancing her way occasionally.

"They're probably jealous of how gorgeous you are." Andy compliments trying to get a smile on Delia's face, he does not want to question her or try to brush off her concerns for fear of upsetting her.

"Whilst I appreciate the compliment, look at me, Andy." Delia sighs not able to accept the compliment fully or believe Andy "I've got this hideous cast and crutches, I'm covered in bruises... I'm far from attractive right now."

"You're always going to look beautiful to me Delia, cast and bruises or that killer eyeliner you wore every show day that made your eyes stand out in any crowd." Andy is sincere "I'm sorry you had to go through what you did but I'm here for you, anything you need, you're important to me Delia."

"Thank you, Andy." Delia smiles weakly "Could I have a hug?"

"Of course." Andy smiles back before gently wrapping his arms around Delia's shoulder and softly kissing the top of her head.

"I'm going to be stuck on the sofa." Delia starts laughing suddenly which catches Andy off guard a little.

"What?" Andy asks in confusion.

"I won't be able to get up the stairs to my room, I'm going to be stuck to the sofa." Delia continues to laugh despite feeling tears fall down her face as she realises how shit her situation is.

"We'll find a way to get you up the stairs, even if I have to come over daily to carry you up and down them." Andy teases, although deep down he is also serious, he really would do that for Delia if it meant her being comfortable and getting well-needed rest. "Though sofas are pretty comfortable too."

"That's true." Delia continues to laugh as she leans further into Andy's side.

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"This is the car you've rented out whilst in Ohio?" Delia is shocked as she looks at the Audi A5 that sits outside the airport for them.

"Yeah, it's the same model I have in Los Angeles. They're comfortable and easy to drive, plus they look cool." Andy shrugs, he knew that Delia was talking about the cost of it but that did not matter to him. "Anyway, let's get you home."

After opening the car door and helping Delia get in the car, Andy climbs into the driver's seat before starting the engine. Thankfully Delia and her parents did not live far from Andy's parents so he knew exactly where he was going, it would make it easier for Andy to visit Delia whilst he was here too. 

"You're sure you know where you're going?" Delia asks jokingly "You're not going to get us lost are you?"

"A city that I grew up in?" Andy states as he pretends to think about it "Considering you're only 20 minutes away from my parents I think you're okay."

"Is it bad that I'm nervous to see my parents again?" Delia's tone drops slightly "I've never been this long away from them, plus with everything that has happened and the state I'm in, going home seems different."

"I think that's a normal response, you know they're excited to see you though. Look how happy your mum was to hear you on the phone." Andy explains not taking his eyes off the road.

"That's true." Delia sighs still feeling her nerves. "Going home just feels different, I feel different."

"You're not different Delia, deep down you are still the same beautiful woman who drove me crazy, and you helped me realize what I was missing." Andy sincerely explains as he places a hand gently on Delia's thigh, making Delia's heart flutter. "How about tomorrow we go out, just me and you? We can get that SIM card sorted out, get some lunch, and try to ease you back into not being on the road."

"That sounds great." Delia smiles.

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"If you go and get the front door open, I'll get your stuff from the back of the car." Andy plans as he helps Delia step out of the door.

"I can take my backpack at least, you don't need to carry everything." Delia argues as she accepts Andy's hand to help get her out of the car.

"No, no. You go and see your parents, I've got this." Andy shakes his head slightly whilst smiling.

"You're not by any chance trying to impress Mum and Dad are you?" Delia teases smirking.

"Maybe a little bit." Andy scratches the back of his neck nervously "Plus I don't want you getting hurt anymore than you already are, it's been a long day; you should rest and-"

"Andy." Delia cuts him off before pressing her lips to his making him instantly relax "It's sweet that you care."

"I'm always going to care about you Delia, like I said, you're important to me." Andy smiles stroking Delia's cheek lightly before placing his lips on hers again. "Come on, let's not keep your parents waiting."

"Okay." Delia smiles as they separate.

Every hop Delia had to take on the crutches hurt her ribs, every hop made her grow more and more sick of her situation. Delia had never wanted to be able to walk normally as much as she did now, yet somehow she thought she deserved the pain she felt; after all, it was her idea to jump out of a window.

"Delia!" Delia's Mum exclaims in excitement after opening the door to see her daughter standing on the other side. "Nick! Delia's home."

"Mum." Delia smiles feeling tears fall down her face as her mother engulfs her in a hug.

"I'm so glad you're home petal." Delia's mum cries as she feels her husband's hand on her shoulder.

"Hey Lia, how are you feeling sweet?" Robert asks looking between his wife and daughter.

"Hey dad." Delia smiles looking up at her dad.

"You must be Andy!" Delia's mum grins as she carefully pulls away from Delia before wiping her eyes.

"Yes... Yes. Sorry, I don't mean to interrupt. I just erm... I have Delia's stuff." Andy stutters looking between Delia and her parents.

"Don't be silly! Come on in, I'm Tamara, this is my husband Nicholas." Tamara smiles moving aside to allow Delia and Andy to step into the house.

"It's a pleasure to meet you both." Andy smiles.

"Let me take one of those bags from you, son." Nicholas states grabbing a bag from Andy.

"Thank you, sir." Andy nods nervously allowing him to take the bag.

"Please, just call me Nick, son."Nicholas smiles which eases Andy's nerves ever so slightly. "Just leave them by the stairs, I'll sort them out later."

"Andy, will you be joining us for dinner tonight?" Tamara asks as Andy and Nicholas join them in the living room, Andy immediately takes a seat next to Delia on the sofa while her Mum and Dad were sat in the armchairs.

"That's a lovely offer but no, I'm going to be heading to my parents' house, they live about 20 minutes from here." Andy smiles while trying to make sure he doesn't stutter again.

"Oh that's a shame, you'll have to come over one evening though!" Tamara invites him smiling.

"I would love to." Andy smiles back politely fiddling with his hands slightly out of nerves.

"So Andy, do you live with your parents?" Nicholas asks staring Andy down making him all the more nervous.

"No, I live in LA, I'm just visiting my parents and honestly I wanted to make sure Delia got back here safely." Andy states before turning to look at Delia and smile.

"We did offer to help Delia fund a place of our own after she graduated uni as we knew her career choice could be a bit unstable to begin with, but unfortunately she inherited Nick's stubbornness." Tamara laughs slightly making Delia feel embarrassed. 

"Mum!" Delia whines before hiding her face on Andy's shoulder without thinking through what she was doing and that she was in front of her parents.

"I know all about Delia's stubborn side, it's one of the reasons I fell for her." Andy laughs slightly as Delia's parents smile at the two of them.

"Tamara has put up with me this long somehow, good luck to you is all I can say, Andy." Nicholas laughs.

"Truthfully, I feel like I needed Delia to be stubborn." Andy begins seriously "I don't know what, if anything, Delia has told you about me; I wasn't great towards her to begin with. I went through some stuff and it left me quite bitter about everyone around me, the band and other crew acted like they were walking on eggshells around me. But Delia, never once backed down right from the beginning, she was like this fire in the team that somehow melted away the ice I was in."

"We all need a little fire to get us through the tough times, son." Nicholas smiles, secretly approving of Andy already. Delia rarely brought a boy home, but the ones she did he never really liked all that much. "I wouldn't have made it through the whole cancer situation if it wasn't for these two lovely ladies I have."

"Speaking of which, Nick, you must phone the doctors tomorrow." Tamara interrupts.

"Dad is everything okay?" Delia panics as she lifts her head from Andy's shoulder; making Andy feel cold and bare in her absence.

"Yeah, I'm sure it's nothing, just haven't had much of an appetite. Probably stress." Nicholas shrugs.

"Dad-" Delia starts before her dad cuts her off.

"Honestly Lia, I'm fine, it's you I've been worried about." Nicholas shrugs before smiling at Delia. 

"I should really be heading to my parents, it was so lovely to meet you both." Andy breaks the silence before standing up.

"Oh yes of course!" Tamara also stands before pulling Andy into a hug "It was so lovely to finally meet you, Andy, thank you for bringing our Delia back."

"I hope you don't mind me taking Delia out tomorrow, I promised her we'd go sort her new phone out and grab lunch." Andy explains almost asking their permission.

"Of course, go have a nice time." Nicholas smiles shaking Andy's hand "Take care of Delia won't you?"

"Always." Andy smiles back.

"I'll walk you out." Delia states before grabbing her crutches and getting off the sofa.

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"Your parents seem nice." Andy smiles as he stands with his arms wrapped around Delia's waist.

"Dad seems to like you, which is a first for him. Normally he doesn't like guys I bring home." Delia chuckles slightly as she looks up at Andy.

"He clearly just wants to protect you, which is exactly what I'm going to do too." Andy speaks softly before gently kissing Delia's lips, making her smile. 

"I can handle myself, Andy." Delia shakes her head slightly, she couldn't lie though, she did enjoy the caring side of Andy.

"That's not going to stop me from wanting to keep you safe." Andy grins before pecking her lips again "I'll pick you up at 12, that okay?"

"12 sounds good." Delia nods grinning "I'll see you tomorrow."

"I'll see you tomorrow, make sure to get some rest." Andy instructs kissing Delia once more before carefully unwrapping his arms from her and walking to the car allowing Delia to shut the front door behind him. No doubt Delia's parents were going to bombard her with questions about Andy as soon as she walked back into the living room, but she didn't mind; after all, she was finally happy...

...Or as happy as she could be anyway.

[lunarsilkscreen]

Western Escalation of Work Responsibility

My grandfather was infantry. My other grandfather was a Navy Boiler room Technician. My Father worked on Radar in the Navy. And I, I did all those jobs and more in the Air Force.

Before I continue here; I was trained to do the job of infantry. I was *not* infantry. So I'm not gonna claim any direct combat experience. Just know, that I can do all the jobs.

I don't think this is unique to the Air Force, or even the military. My boiler grandfather after being discharged got a job inspecting boilers. Inspection, another one of the jobs I trained on. And he did this most of his career. Until robots replaced him and he learned to inspect the robots.

My Father, on the otherhand, has been kinda stuck doing odd jobs for most of his working life. Despite being a skilled mechanic and radar technician. I mean, he's not as good as myself. And I'm not quite sure why that is... It's not me grandstanding either, but that's probably a discussion for another day.

What is this?

Well, people like my grandfathers found their job to be boring. When they weren't doing the one job they were trained to do, they were sitting around waiting for the need for their job to arise.

This lead leadership and the technicians to start combining jobs that people could do. So instead of wasting time waiting around because you were trained to do the one thing, now you could wait around for several things to happen.

My military career was called "Electrical and Environmental". And this is why I know this is what happened, because my trainers discussed the history of the career field.

Before that, my job was two separate jobs: Electrical and Environmental. And "Electrical" before that was "Generators" and "Wiring". And environmental before that was "Ducting" and "Air Flow".

Now, there were several other career fields that *also* had combined roles and responsibilities. Include Jets; which was fuel systems and jet control, Hydraulics, which I think this one was still Hydraulics. Crew Chiefs which had their roles and responsibilities expanded to the minutia of *EVERY* job. As they had become the jacks of the flight line.

What this means is that every person there was highly skilled and trained individual, who rarely; if ever, was waiting for something to do.

The expectation was that you studied something, or cleaned something with downtime. But because of the combined roles and responsibilities, there was no downtime.

I didn't see the Chair Force until I was a fully grown staff sergeant.

And this, I think is what a lot of corporate America is like today. Because of the condensation of roles and responsibilities, people are being paid so much less to do so much more than their predecessors.

Long past are the days where we're just "sitting around waiting to do work". There's always work to do, and never any downtime.

As my old Fast Food manager used to proclaim between rushes: "If you've got time to lean, you've got time to clean." Before accusing me of playing games on my phone in between orders, despite me swapping from window to dishwasher, to restocking and cleaning the line.

This has always been my life. Working hard and not really being seen for it. Being accused of never working hard enough.

I think there are a lot of professional millenials in the same predicament. Our managers started out by calling us lazy, while we worked our asses off. And because we're finally taking a vacation, that thing that people aren't allowed to do anymore.

We have proven them right.

This ideology is a cancer. It permeates everything.

Despite being a master craftswoman, a master electrician, a master mechanic, a master computer technician, a master programmer, and on-the-weekend theoretical physicist...

I have nothing to show for it. And nobody believes that I can do all these things.

And honestly... I blame millenials. Not the millenials like me..but the imitation millenials. The [Fake it till you make it millenials] the Millenials that only pretend to have learned all the skills for that entry level position despite not needing any of them.

The ones that everybody else seems to think of when I show them my resume (with portfolio of completed works attached) who then don't believe anything about me.

I get to suffer the consequences of my hard work.

[jongnorp]

WELCOME HOME, GELLER-CHO, BEODEUL!

You've got the keys, unlock your new world!

NAME. GELLDER-CHO, BEODEUL. DATE OF BIRTH. 19920626. OCCUPATION. PROFESSOR OF KOREAN LITERATURE @ SUNGKYUNKWAN UNI. NATIONALITY. SOUTH-KOREAN.

FREE FORM.

c. 2003 Dear Eomma, I'm practicing my English like you told me to. It's kind of hard when I don't have anyone to talk back to me. Dad's not very good at it. So I decided to write this letter in English to practice... I want my baby brother to be able to understand me in case he doesn't want to speak Korean. He looks cute in the pictures you sent in your last letter, I'm sad that I wasn't there when he was born. But I'll get to see him when term is done. I'm very excited. Tell Ezra that I'm excited to meet him okay, Eomma? Love, Beodeul

c. 2011 Dear Appa, I know you're worried about me but I promise I'm doing just fine in America. I know we can't talk very long on the phone but I hope you'll take this letter as a sign that I'm well and truly alive. I've been considering getting a part time job so I can pay my own phone bill and we would be able to talk for a little longer without worrying about driving up Eomma's bill... Speaking of Eomma it's nice living with her again, and getting to know Ezra a little better. And staying here is much better than paying for accomodations on campus. I'll visit you as soon as Winter break comes around I promise. My studies are going well. I think that my advisor was surprised by my grades the first semester. I hope that means they were good, I'm pretty confident that I did well but I won't be sure until I can see my updated grades. I'll give you a call as soon as I get my grades. Love, Poe

c. 2017 Eric, You're never going to read this letter because you don't deserve all this energy, cheating asshole. Don't let me see your face again any time soon or I might break your nose.

c. 2019 Dear Avi, I'd say you're my other half or my soulmate but that doesn't feel intentional enough. I chose you and I will continue to choose you for as long as you'll let me. I love you deeply and intentionally. I can't wait to start the rest of our lives together. Sleep well, darling, I'll see you in the morning. Your Future Husband, Poe

c. 2021 Dear Eomma, I'm settling back in Seoul finally. I know we talk on the phone quite often but I remember writing letters back and forth when I was a young so I thought it might be fun to send this little update via snail mail. Appa is doing well, the doctors are hopeful that aggressive radiation therapy will deal with the cancer quickly. Hopefully that much is true but it's going to be a while before we know.

In better news, Avi and I are the owners of a sinhanok now! I'll send you pictures once we're moved out of the rental apartment but it reminds so much of the hanok that halmeoni and halabeoji used to own when I was a kid. You can tell Ezra that he's welcome to live with us by the way. I know he had mentioned that he was thinking about moving to Korea. I wouldn't want him to spend any extra money if he does, Seoul is getting quite expensive these days. Love, Poe

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #183

Do you own a pocketknife, or any other kind of multi-tool? No.

What did your mother study at university? Social work. She graduated at ~60 and I'm so proud of her determination. Shatters my heart that she hasn't been able to use her degree though; due to Covid and her cancer, she never really got the chance to intern anywhere and she hates it so much.

What was the last thing you took a video of? That's a good question.

What are some of your least favorite foods? Brussel sprouts, asparagus, pulled pork & general southern barbecue (this does not include burgers and hot dogs, those I love), beans, fried chicken, carrots, celery, and A LOT more, I am so picky it's not even fucking funny. It's mostly texture stuff. The list would probably be the vast majority of food.

How old were you when you learned how to drive? Somewhere around 17? At least, that's when I took driver's ed. I never got my license and even my permit is expired by years.

Have you ever used a public pay phone? I don't believe so.

Do you know what the most common bird is in your area? Not really, no, but crows, robins, sparrows, bluejays, cardinals, and doves are a few that come to mind immediately.

How many teeth have you had extracted? Two wisdom teeth, both within the past year. They're thankfully the only ones I have.

What's a Halloween movie that you enjoy? Hocus Pocus is my favorite.

Would you ever walk a runway if given the opportunity? No, I don't want people focusing on me.

Would you say you're in a good place mentally? No; I am absolutely in a dip lately. I'm quite sure my body has stopped responding to my key mood stabilizer so I'm in the process of finding something else that works...

What's a popular candy that you do not like? Snickers, Tootsie Rolls, Mounds, Almond Joys, and Swedish Fish to name a few.

Do you bite your nails, cut them, or keep them long? So I actually have a habit of tearing them instead of either of these?? I really need to stop, because doing it often makes a tear too deep and will sometimes bleed, but it's a looooong-going habit.

Do you ever have to babysit? Not really, like I often go with my mom on Fridays to watch my niece (and other niece and nephew when school isn't going on), but I'm not the one taking care of her needs and stuff. I'm just there to interact.

Do you sing when alone? No, I barely sing at all.

Favorite pastel color? PINK!!!!!!!!!!!!

Favorite thing cats do? THE HEART EYES. If you've got an affectionate cat, you know what I mean: it's just this way they look at you, eyes mostly closed, and it's the most loving expression I've ever seen from any animal. I am also a massive sucker for affectionate headbutts, like I just love how expressive they are of bonds.

Butterflies, or dragonflies? I love both, but I'm fonder of butterflies.

Favorite kind of candy bar? It's a specific kind of Reese's that I don't see often; think of a Hershey's bar, but turn the squares into Reese's. It is fucking divine.

Favorite childhood store? oh I was a TOTAL Toys-R-Us kid. I was so mad when our local one got replaced with another store lol

Do you dream a lot? Do you remember your dreams? More like I have nightmares a lot. It's rare that I remember details long after awakening, but the general gist is basically always me being in danger but unable to physically defend myself; I usually wake up screaming at somebody. I say fucking awful things in my sleep, things I've never even said irl and never WOULD say, and it's extremely, extremely upsetting.

Have you ever lucid dreamed? I have once and only once and that shit between me and god lmfao

Have you ever intentionally killed an animal for fun? hi no I hope there's a special place in hell for a person like this

Did the person you lost your virginity to appreciate it? Well I haven't yet, but whenever it does happen I'm sure he'll cherish that I trust him enough for that. He knows I was abstinent most of my life.

What character trait are you most ashamed of? I am VERY impulsive, especially when upset. I've gotten better about it, but I've certainly said shit in the heat of the moment I wish I hadn't.

Do you prefer waffles or pancakes? Most of my life I strongly preferred pancakes, but I'm actually more into waffles now.

Are you craving anything right now? Yes, it's been a hot damn minute since I've had a soda and I am SUFFERING, like it's pathetic.

Are you content just blending in with the crowd? Yeah. I like to have some individuality about me, but I certainly don't want to stand out starkly.

Who is your celebrity crush? Richard Kruspe, yes he's very nearly my parents' age, and

If you had to choose a random color to dye your hair, what would you choose? Pastel pink. Hopefully one day... but my hair is so fucking reluctant to take color, especially pastels, apparently.

Do you like the color orange? Yeah, it's fine. I particularly like creamsicle-esque tints.

Have you ever shunned a family member or vice-versa? Yes, both ways.

Favorite shade of blue? Turquoise, probably.

Favorite soup? I haven't really had a soup I liked since I was a child.

Do you like mangoes? So I was pretty dumbfounded to discover I hate REAL mangoes, like they're so soft and mushy and it's disgusting, but I adore the flavor of mangoes, like it's my favorite type of juice.

What do you want most? A life where I'm truly happy. No real life will ever be without some sorrow, but I've got way too much in mine.

How is your mental health? Pretty damn poor. I'm absolutely back in a depression dip.

What are you thankful for currently? In this exact moment, notably my mom. I don't know what the fuck I'm going to do whenever her life's up, and it's a fear I have daily, knowing that her cancer will eventually re-emerge and almost certainly be her cause of death.

What’s an unpopular opinion you have politically? I am not pure ACAB; I support reform, and much of it, however I just don't believe cops are inherently bad. A gross amount are, but I do believe good cops with good intentions exist.

Name a song that’s fun to sing along to. lmfao I enjoy "Bartender Song" by Rehab a lot for this

Who is tallest in your family? Uhhh... probably my brother Bobby?

Do you currently have a headache? No, thankfully. One thing not wrong.

What's the first thing you usually do when you get off work or school? When I used to be in school, I immediately did homework because I wanted it out of the way.

If you could be famous for anything, what would you choose to be famous for? Taking a really iconic photograph with a very obvious, strong message.

Who is your favorite YouTuber? Of all-time, Markiplier, but these days I've been most actively into Game Grumps and John Wolfe.

Who is the nicest person you’ve ever met? I dunno; I know a good deal of very nice people.

How about the meanest? That *I* personally know, my old friend Colleen. She was so fucking hateful and just generally unpleasant, and the kind of asshole who was a garbage individual to people in customer service, and over NO good reasons. The only reason I ever stayed friends with her so long was my own loneliness; at a time she was the only person outside family I ever, ever saw/did things with. That and I give people way too many damn chances, like our friendship broke apart many times prior to the final "okay I'm done."

What was the last thing you spoke to your mom about? I asked her what she went to Food Lion for.

When is the last time you felt appreciated for something you did? Ummm, I'm not totally sure at this very moment. Well actually probably yesterday; Girt came by after work and he had food ordered and I got it in for him, I know he appreciated that, even if it's just a small thing.

Are you the type of person who gets straight to the point? HAHAHA NO, I ramble like a MOTHERfucker, even when I totally don't intend it.

Do you enjoy playing board games? I actually really don't, they're just not very fun to me. Like some are okay, but I'm not having a great time. Way back when when Girt and I were just friends and he'd visit occasionally, we had a routine of generally playing board games, and honestly I don't miss that lmfao. I do enjoy Battleship though, and that's one we'd play a good amount.

Are there any movies you are wanting to see? THE FUCKING BARBIE MOVIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😭 ugh no one wants to go with me and it sucks SO hard, I am absofuckinglutely seeing it when it comes to televisions, though.

Do you feel uncomfortable when people you hardly know confide in you? Honestly not at all, I'm very open to anyone confiding in me if they feel safe to; you never know if that person has really been holding shit in, and they see something in you they haven't in others.

What’s something you’re proud of yourself for? Coming as far as I have in healing my legs.

Have you ever gone over 3 months without shaving/waxing your legs? It's been like... three years, dude. I keep them covered always though, just because of societal expectations; my hair is extremely dark and anyone getting even a glimpse of them mortifies me. I stopped as my body got so unhealthy that shaving them became so exhausting and challenging that I just. Couldn't keep up with maintaining them. I want laser hair removal on my legs one day.

Have you ever swam in a saltwater pool? Yes, the pool for physical therapy was saltwater.

Do you think anyone has given up on you? At least three people, probably more.

Have you ever been pregnant? No.

Have you taken anyone’s virginity? Obviously not, given an earlier question.

Have you ever made your boy/girlfriend choose between you and someone else? No.

Do you remember when some of the Walmarts had a McDonald’s in them? Well yes, our local one has exactly that.

What is one recipe that you would like to learn how to make? This upcoming Thanksgiving, I want Mom to teach me how to make the fresh bread she did last year; it was the best bread I'd ever tasted in my entire fucking life and I want to know it for my own future. I need to learn way, way more basic cooking, though...

Do you believe that Jesus will come back in your lifetime? He never is.

Were you afraid of heights as a child? No, but I am as an adult.

Have you ever had a lead role in a play? No. Well, I super faintly remember being Mary in a Sunday school thing, but it was just an in-class little thing. Gotta love teaching little girls about a mystically impregnated virgin pre-teen.

Do you have a chandelier in your home? No.

Are you a Jeffree Star fan? Or no? Yes, he's a public figure that to me has exhibited more growth than any other human I've been exposed to. There are behaviors I disagree with, but no person is all white or all black when it comes to being a moral or bad person.

Do you own a guitar? Specify. Which brand of guitar do you own? I no longer do; I had an electric guitar from a brand I can't recall (nothing impressive, very basic), but I sold it to a parts shop when I was trying to scrounge up money to afford my newest tattoo.

Are you a monogamous person? Or do you hate commitment? I personally am, but I have no problem with polygamous individuals, so long as they're open about this with their partners.

Who was the last person who was rude to you? My mom; a few days ago, something she did/said made me cry for a while.

Have you ever met someone in person that you first met online? Sara, yes. There are a number of other long-time online friends I want to physically meet one day.

Who do you know who is dyslexic? I feel like I remember hearing that my niece Aubree is? She's autistic and I at LEAST know Mom has said she exhibits traits of it.

Is weed legal in your state? No, NC is behind in the times in MANY regards.

What is something that you used to be ashamed of, but now you’re not? As a child, I became very embarrassed by my obsession with Pokemon because I was a girl and it was "weird;" it's because of this I never asked my mom for games and I never wanted anyone to see me explore the Pokemon website. As an adult though, I'm totally open about my love for the franchise, I know partially BECAUSE it's so loved nowadays. Even as a pre-k kid, my embarrassment reaction was SO insanely strong and I never, ever wanted people to see me as a weird girl. I still carry that behavior today, just with different stuff.

Have you ever held a newborn baby? Yes, when my youngest niece was born. I was seated though, I was way too scared to hold her otherwise.

Out of all your usernames for websites, which one is your favorite? Do you use it for more than one site? Ozzkat, it's the classic and what I use for the majority of places.

Have you ever spent the whole day (or multiple days) just looking up one thing on the internet (e.g., videos of your favorite band, how-to videos, quizzes, etc.)? hi i hyperfixate and do this shit regularly

Have you ever been in a situation where you had to be around your ex everyday? No. Well I mean, when Sara and I were still in contact, daily RP posts normally happened, but that was just a website.

Which condiment (ketchup, mustard, etc.) do you use the most of? Probably ketchup. It's funny, I hated ketchup as a kid.

Would you ever flirt with somebody in front of your parents? With my significant other, yes, so long as it wasn't too suggestive, 'cuz then it's just weird.

Have your parents ever questioned your virginity? I know my mom has. Dad probably assumes I'm not, but idk, I certainly don't talk about this with him.

How many of your friends play World of Warcraft? I have no idea; I have friends I know through the game, so obviously them, but I'm not sure if I have any "in my real life" friends who currently play. I know numerous people who have.

Is there a certain song you like to headbang to? No; surprisingly, headbanging has never been and probably never will be my thing. I don't like headaches.

Is there a garage or carport attached to your house? No.

[blossomreed]

Chapter 2 of The Dove and her Rooster [Bradley Bradshaw]

find all the parts here

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When Victoria was 17 her dad got sick, he got throat cancer. The whole family was devasted and it rocked them to the core. Victoria decided that the Naval Academy could wait since she wanted to spend as much time as possible with her dad.

One day while her younger siblings were at kindergarten, pre-school and school and her parents in the hospital, there was a knock on the door. As Victoria looked through the spy hole she saw a woman standing in front of the door, she looked familiar but the young girl couldn't place her finger on it. Opening the door she looked at the woman, a little confused while the latter had a smile on her face.

"Can I help you?" Victoria didn't open the door all the way, still being a little cautious, just in case.

"Hi birdy, it's been a long time."

At that moment it was like the whole world crashed for Victoria. The woman standing at her front door was her biological mother, the woman that left her when she was only 2 years old.

"Please leave right away." she tried closing the door but the woman stopped her, "Wait birdy, please just listen to me." but Victoria wasn't having any of it.

"I asked you to leave, you can come back tommorow around noon when my parents are at home but now you need to leave."

With that she closed the door in the woman's face and locked it. She had many mixed emotions as she grabbed her phone and called the one person she knew would listen right away.

"Hello?" when the person picked up that was when Victoria came undone and started to cry.

"Bradley, I'm not okay."

With those 4 words she had his full attention, he calmed her down before asking what's wrong. She told him everything and he listened, never once interrupting her unless she asked him something. That was the day that Bradley Bradshaw swore to himself that he wouldn't let anyone hurt her ever again, she didn't deserve that, not his Victoria.

The next day Bradley came over around 11am to be there for Victoria and to keep her calm. Tom and Sarah watched the two teenagers from the kitchen, the way Bradley knew just the right thing to say or do to calm down their daughter was something not even they knew.

"Y'know Ice, I'm suprised those two haven't started dating yet. I mean they are perfect for eachother." Tom looked at his wife a bit shocked since he hasn't heard her call him by that nickname in a long time.

"Well honey, sometimes, people are blind when it comes to love. They're going at their own pace. I'm sure when the time is right, they'll see what was in front of them the whole time."

Soon enough, noon rolled around and there was a knock on the front door.

"Now remember Vic, just stay calm, we're all here for you and support you no matter what. I'll be right next to you, okay?"

Victoria nodded at Bradley's words as she grabbed his hand for support. She felt safer in a way, more strong. Her parents went to open the door and soon they came into the living room with the woman who gave birth to her.

"Thank you for allowing me to come into your lovely home. Gosh birdy, you've gotten so big." Victoria scoffed at the woman's words, "It's Victoria, not birdy." her biological mom apologized and corrected herself.

After the woman answered a few questions and talked with Tom and Sarah, she turned towards Victoria.

"I wasn't a good mother, I know that and I am truly sorry. I was young and scared and I realized I couldn't raise a child on my own, I barely had money to feed us at times. After I left you in front of the school, I went to rehab, I was addicted to alcohol. After that I finally finished college and got a good job-"

Victoria cut her off before she could finish what she wanted to say.

"Good for you! Great! I was the one that was left in an unknown place, alone and scared. Everyone was a stranger to me, I was lucky enough to be found by someone who knew dad and I was lucky enough that he wanted me! You left me, all alone at only 2 years old when I knew no one and nothing! Do you know how scared and confused I was? For years I tortured myself with what did I do wrong to be left like that. You can't just waltz back into my life like nothing ever happened! You are not my mother and you never will be!!"

With that Victoria stormed off into her room with Bradley right behinde her.

As soon as they entered her room, the blonde girl started to cry, Bradley hugged her instantly.

"Shhh it's okay. I've got you, you're okay."

He kissed the top of her head as he let her cry her eyes out, not caring that his shirt would be tear stained.

After a few minutes Victoria calmed down, that's when Bradley pulled away from their hug to look at her. He crunched down a little so he could be face to face with her as he wiped the tears from her face.

"Now, we can't have a pretty face like yours be all puffy and red from crying. How am I ever gonna get rid of you then?"

This made the blonde laugh, something only he ever manged to get out of her after crying her eyes out.

"Oh please, you could never get rid of me even if you wanted to. You're stuck with me for the rest of your life, I'll be even bugging you in the after life."

Now it was his turn to laugh at her words, which weren't that wrong.

"Well, I gotta give it to you. You ain't wrong...But I wouldn't have it any other way."

He smiled at her before kissing the top of her head. They decided to go downstairs again and if her biological mom was still here, she would listen to what she had to say.

Diana, her biological mother, explained that day that she didn't come to act like a mother to Victoria, she was well aware that the young girl could probably never see her as her mom but she came because she wanted to have some kind of relationship with her. Diana has a 2 year old son and a baby girl on the way, if Victoria felt comfortable with that, she would love for her to meet her son and when the baby is born, her too.

Victoria accepted Diana's apology but said she needed time to think about everything, which the woman understood. She left her number with Victoria's parents, so when she makes her desicion, she can call her.

Bradley slept over that night, both Sarah and Tom insisted on it, they knew how hard it was for him since he lost his mom 2 years ago and at the same time Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell pulled his papers from the academy for reasons only the man knew.

That night everyone already went to sleep except the two teenagers who were awake in Victoria's room, watching Dirty Dancing for the 100th time in their lives.

"Y'know I usually don't like a man with a mustache or a beard for that matter but Patrick Swayze with a mustache in Green Dragon, I could get behinde that." "Vic, don't worry your pretty little head about that, you'll probably scare away any guy that's intrested in you anyways."

Victoria gasped at Bradley's words as she wacked him with a pillow. Which didn't help her defense.

"See! Violent!" the blonde stuck her tongue out at the curly haired boy as he laughed. As the movie was slowly coming to an end, the two tried their hardest not to fall asleep.

"Brad, thank you for being there for me especially today. I really appreciate that." he put his arm around her and gave her a little squeeze.

"I'll always be there for you Tori, no matter what. You're always there for everyone else, you're like a dove, gentle, pure, always bringing peace and comfort into people's lives. You deserve so much and don't ever forget that."

He kissed her head, something that became a habit for him whenever he was comforting her or when they'd have deep talks.

A comfortable and peaceful silence fell as they focused on the movie but soon fell asleep. That night Victoria realized that she had feelings for her best friend but decided it was best to ignore them, not wanting to risk losing him.

In the morning when Tom went to wake his daughter up, he was met with two sleeping teenagers. Victoria's head was on Bradley's chest alongside her arm while Bradley's head was resting on top of Victoria's head and his arm wrapped around her. Their legs were probably intertwined under the blanket.

Tom smiled before quietly closing the door and going to tell his wife. Of course Sarah quickly grabbed her camera and went to take a quick picture of the two just like Carole did a long time ago when they fell asleep on the couch.

When the two woke up they both had light blushes on their faces when they realised in what position they woke up in. They both didn't say anything since it wasn't the first time they fell asleep together and woke up like that.

That morning Bradley realized that his late mom was right all along, he did have some kind of feelings for his blonde best friend.

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[seonghwanotes]

breathe | san

pairing: san x femreader

genre: heavy? angst.. i think

word count: 1.8k

warnings: mentions of cancer

a/n: i'm reposting this from my instagram so any mistakes will be edited in the future and in advance, i'm so sorry for the cringy stuff you are about to read, i wrote this in late 2020 when i first got into the fandom SO PLEASE exit if its cringy -- i just want to make my masterlist look full w all my work

also uni is tiring me out, its genuinely exhausting. so many assignments and group projects — it's just my 3rd day. never wanted to rest so badly :") i hope u guys are getting enough rest and make sure to stay hydrated!

The cement ground was starting to get decorated by the light hint of rain pouring, almost appearing like mist. You wrapped the jacket around your body tightly, feeling extra cold from the weather. Mostly, from the fact that you didn't know how to tell San about what you wanted.

You glanced at your watch, the hour hand inching closer to 12 and San hadn't reached home yet, which made you feel a little relieved but still worried over his safety. How were you going to break it to him? You hid your problems well from San and solved them silently, not wanting him to worry but out of all the things that had troubled you before, This was going to be the first and last one that you were going to tell San about.

Your heart raced when you received a notification, looking down at your phone knowing well that it was San. He sent you a voice message and you clicked on it, letting the audio play.

"Hey sweetheart, I'm a few minutes away and I got us some hot drinks for the cold night. I'll see you at the rooftop!"

Tears welled up in your eyes when you heard his voice, you were definitely going to have a hard time telling him what was up. You were about to hurt one of the purest souls on earth and you weren't going to forgive yourself for that. Maybe that's why you were ill.

Leaning back on the wall before letting tears escape your eyes, you looked up at the sky. There were no stars visible that night as it was about to rain heavily but you can still see huge clouds that were about to unleash its true colours in an hour or so by raining heavily. Even the weather was in sync with your mood.

Few weeks ago, you made a visit to the doctors because you were sick for several days in a row and you didn't get better even after getting your medicine. Finding it suspicious, you decided to get consulted and although it was a good thing that you visited the doctor, at the same time you wished you didn't because you were about to break so many people's hearts.

Breast cancer. Stage 2.

Surely, you still could survive if the cancer cells were killed in time but after receiving the news, you didn't know how to break it to your loved ones, family and most importantly, San. It was easy for you to suffer alone, a habit of yours that everyone was used to, but San had returned home from tour and it wasn't no longer long distance for the two of you.

You were afraid of telling san of what's wrong and you've been avoiding his touch lately as well. He didn't question your actions knowing that it would take time for you to loosen up around him again considering that he was gone for a while but you couldn't keep it going for anytime longer.

How were you going to break up with him?

You started crying in a quiet manner, sobs leaving your lips as you wished he would allow you to leave and let you go so that he'll find someone better. You wiped your hot tears away when you heard the door knob jiggle, leading to the door being open and San walking out from it. He spotted your figure crouched on the floor, leaning against the wall and he shot you a soft smile.

There wasn't much light at the rooftop as well so San couldn't see how red and puffy your eyes were. If anything, only your voice could give a hint about your current situation. He walked over to you and sat down next to you. Before passing you a cup of hot chocolate, he took your hand into his and kissed it. "You're so quiet, what's up?"

You shook your head and drew circles on his hand using your thumbs. "I'm good, just cold and tired." You croaked out.

San was diligent to pick up on your subtle action, which made him hold your face and tilt it to his direction, making you face him. You had a good look of his bare face, his eyes were filled with love and concern for you and you were about to change it into fear and sorrow. You looked down to his hand which was still holding yours and let the tears escape your eyes.

Drop one. Drop two. Drop three.

He didn't want to speak up, waiting for you to cry it all out so that you'll feel better and it will be easier for you to talk to him. He pulled you into a hug and you cried into his chest, making his shirt become damp. He rubbed your back slowly, resting his chin on your head. "It's okay, baby. It's okay."

His words of comfort made you cry harder and you grabbed onto his shirt like you were holding onto dear life. As if it was your last time being together with him. In a way, it was going to end up that way.

It took you a while to finish crying and you felt slightly better under his touch. He filled you with warmth and you were about to screw it all up. You looked at him, ready to speak and San was ready to listen to you. You huffed out a breath, the heat that left your body formed a small cloud in front of you.

You opened your mouth to speak only to have the words stuck in your throat. you sighed, looking down again, trying to muster all your courage. Why was it so hard for you to tell him?

His soft and delicate hands grabbed yours, holding them with care. He lowered his head a little to match your level and smiled at you. "It's okay, take your time."

You shook your head, knowing well that you wouldn't ever tell him if he was consoling you. He hummed, “Okay, can I guess?” You nodded, glad that he was helping you out.

“Is it about your family?” You shook your head. “Your friends?” You shook your head again. “Us?” You didn't know whether to nod or shake your head. So, you blurted it out.

"I don't know how to ask you for a break up."

San's face changed in a split second. your heart dropped at the change of his expression, guilt filling you to the brim. "Why?"

You stayed silent, not saying anything. When you didn’t say anything, it was obvious that san was starting to overthink and question his actions along with his previous mistakes in your relationship. “Did i do anything?”

You shook your head, “I don’t think you would have done anything too.”

“San, I just don’t know how to tell you but I promise I’m not breaking up with you without a valid reason.” You told him, still hesitating on telling him the truth.

“You know well that I’m not going to let you go until you tell me why, y/n. Why would you come to a decision like this?” He asked, no hint of anger or disappointment in his voice yet.

“San-ah,” you choked, “I have cancer, breast cancer. I don’t think I can make it out alive.”

A part of you felt better after telling him what was up but you felt even more crappy when you saw his face become pale at your confession. He was certainly not expecting that, you never joke about these stuff to him so he knew that you weren’t lying. And you broke into tears right after you noticed his reaction. He did not waste anymore time and pulled you closer to him as you cried into his chest.

“Y/n… don’t be foolish. There’s no way I would let you go through this alone.” He said, barely finishing his sentence for what you’ve told him had made his heart shatter.

“I’m so sorry, San. I didn’t mean to hide this from you, I just didn’t know how to break it to you.” You cried, hiccups following along. his large hands rubbed your back and you lessened your crying. “You gave me everything but here I am, about to die anytime. How can i let you be with me when you deserve better?”

He pulled away from the hug, tears welled up in his eyes as his lips trembled. His hand cupped your cheek, “No. No, y/n. You’re all I need, you’re enough for me, no one else can treat me better than you do. I’m here for you and I won’t leave your side even if lightning strikes and messes up everything. Don’t ever say that, okay?”

His shaky voice made you wish you hid it from him, knowing well that he wasn’t going to let go of you. You let out a big sigh, “San, please. I don't want you to suffer, you can’t always be by my side every time I’m falling apart.”

“Stop it, Y/n.” He cried, tears running down his cheek. “You can’t push me away every time you’re in pain, I know you need room to breathe but please, give me a chance to do my part. How do you expect me to live on with my life, after breaking up with you knowing that you’re diagnosed with cancer?”

You took a deep breath, before you looked down at your feet, letting the tears pour out again. “I’m sorry, San.”

He pulled you into a hug and held you tight, keeping you closer than ever. He kissed your forehead and rested his chin on your head while he cried as well. “We’ll get through this together. You’re going to make it out alive, I promise. You’re all I have ever wished for in life, I’m not letting you leave me, Y/n. I love you too much for that to happen.”

As though the universe had heard his words, the rain started pouring heavily. San’s grip on you was stronger than ever, he was never ever going to let you go no matter what happened.

[grailfinders]

Fate and Phantasms #244

Today on Fate and Phantasms we're building The Great Stone Statue God, a.k.a. Lord Ganesha! It's kind of hard to talk about what this character can do without getting into LB 4 spoilers, so expect those below the cut as we go into detail.

Next up: Don't play the lottery.

Okay, now that all the slowpokes have been shooed off we can build Jinako Carigiri for real. She's a moon cancer, so she's a Moon Druid to hide inside a stone elephant and outlast the entire universe several times over. She's also an Astral Self Monk so her body slams can help her throw her weight around.

Check out her character sheet here, or just keep reading for the breakdown.

Race and Background

Jinako is mostly a person- the extra arms she gets don't quite change that, so she's a Variant Human. That means she gets +1 Constitution n Wisdom, the Tough feat for extra bulk (+2 HP per level!) and proficiency in Survival. You uh, you survive a lot.

You're a Cloistered Scholar (though tbf you've been through enough to be a haunted one), giving you History and Arcana proficiency. Video games aren't super popular in the Forgotten Realms, but if they exist they'll be arcana.

Ability Scores

Ganesha has the highest HP in the game, so your Constitution will have to be pretty solid to match. After that is Intelligence. You're a mage, and kind of from the future, so that checks out. Your Wisdom comes next, since you manage to pass enough saves to keep your sanity in The Cube. We're making your Dexterity a little lower than I'd like, but you prefer to stay out combat entirely. Your Strength isn't anything to write home about, but lugging that statue around means we can't dump it, so instead we're dumping Charisma. You're not one for big parties, except for maybe mmos.

Class Levels

Druid 1: I know Jinako being a druid is a little weird, but bear with us, it'll all make sense in a bit. You learn Druidic- it's a language. Even better though, you learn Spells that you can cast and prepare with Wisdom. Pick up Druidcraft to summon a weather report whenever you want, and Mold Earth to get started on The Cube. It'll take a while, but... you've got time. Since you can prepare spells each long rest, picking them out perfectly isn't super necessary. For reference, any spell that removes barriers for your party or puts barriers up for your opponents (literally or figuratively) is a good pick. So that means spells like Protection from Evil and Good, Cure Wounds, those kinds of things. Also, make sure you pick up Goodberry. You'll need that strength in the upcoming days.

Druid 2: At second level you get the main reason we're here, Wild Shape. But since you're a Moon Druid you actually get a Combat Wild Shape, which you can turn into as a bonus action. Also as a bonus action, you can spend a spell slot to heal yourself. More generally, wild shape lets you turn into a beast with limits to CR and movement speeds based on your level. Your hard stats (Str, Dex, and Con) change to the beast, but you keep your other stats and personality. You basically get the beast's HP and hit dice, and when you hit 0 HP as an animal you turn back into a person with what you had going in. You can't cast spells, but can concentrate on existing spells. You also keep other features from classes, if your DM considers it physically possible for your new form. You stay an animal for 1/2 your druid level hours, or until you drop to 0 HP. Thanks to your Circle Forms your CR limit is 1/3 of your druid level rounded down (minimum 1), so it'll be a while until you can turn into an elephant. In the meantime, use Wild Companion to cast Find Familiar and get yourself a free hamster. Both features use the same resource pool, so you can use either one at most two times per short rest.

Druid 3: Third level druids get second level spells. It's not quite a statue, but Barkskin is still very useful for you to hide behind. You can also use Lesser Restoration to cut through debuffs.

Druid 4: At fourth level your wild shapes can now swim, and you get the Shillelagh cantrip to use your Wisdom to attack instead of strength, as long as you use a staff. (Yeah you get a whole-ass axe in your third ascension, but you'll have plenty of opportunity for that once you're an elephant.) You also get your first Ability Score Improvement, making you Resilient against Dexterity saves. You get +1 dexterity to bring you up to multiclassing range, and proficiency with those saves. Turns out fire has a hard time getting through stone. Wild.

Monk 1: We'll come back here again later, but for now we're mostly worried about picking up Unarmored Defense, adding your wisdom modifier to your AC while you don't wear armor. You also gain Martial Arts, making the least amount of damage you can do with a monk weapon being 1d4, and you can use dexterity to hit things instead of strength. On top of that, spending your action attacking lets you spend your bonus action to make an unarmed strike. Your shillelagh's still slightly better, but it's good to have options.

Druid 5: Okay, back in druid for a while now. At fifth level you get third level spells. If you've gotten a literal statue by now, you can use Meld into Stone to hide away in it. It's not a concentration spell, so you can totally hide in there and still use Aura of Vitality or Protection from Energy.

Druid 6: Sixth level moon druids make Primal Strikes, so your animal attacks are magical for overcoming resistance. You can also turn into CR 2 creatures now. I mean it's not quite an elephant, but Giant Boars and Rhinos are both possible now.

Druid 7: Now we get into some real meat with fourth level spells! Want statue protection but still wanna move around? Stoneskin. Want to cut through just about any barrier in your way? Freedom of Movement. Want to know what'll happen later? Divination.

Druid 8: At eighth level your wild shapes can now fly, and you get your first ASI that will actually help your stats. Bump up Wisdom for harder hits, stronger spells, and a thicker skin.

Druid 9: For your fifth level spells, Commune with Nature makes figuring out where to go much easier- it's basically a cheat code for survival games. You also pick up Greater Restoration, and Wall of Stone. Now work on the cube can begin in earnest! Yay.... You can also turn into beasts of CR 3. I guess an ankylosaurus kinda works?

Druid 10: Tenth level moon druids get an Elemental Wild Shape, letting you spend both shape charges to turn into an air, earth, fire, or water elemental. Okay, we've got the stone, now we just need the elephant.

Druid 11: Sixth level spells! Pick up Primordial Ward to stay on the defensive, and Druid Grove to protect the cube a little bit more. (I know it says it doesn't work on structures, but the whole point is that the cube's supposed to become a natural part of the landscape, so... ???) Also, pick up Heroes' Feast for a going away party, and Investiture of Stone so we can have a stone elephant next level. For ten minutes, you get resistance to nonmagical physical attacks, you can create earthquakes around you, and you can move through difficult terrain and even solid earth with no extra movement, though the spell ends if you end your turn inside a wall.

Druid 12: Use this ASI to bump up your Wisdom again for a little more of everything. This is also the level where your wild shape limit hits CR 4, the same CR of an Elephant! Yes, we really did stick around here for twelve levels for this. Actually turning into a stone elephant is cool, but it's a shame we can't really outlast the universe. Or can we?

Druid 13: Thirteenth level druids get seventh level spells, and there's only one we want: Plane Shift. Set up The Cube, then use Plane Shift to enter the Astral Plane, an empty sea of nothingness where time's flow is only a technicality. Time moves at the same rate, but creatures don't age or hunger. So yeah. Just hang out there for a bit, pray you don't encounter some Githyanki or Tiamat, and you're all set.

Monk 2: Okay, enough goofing off in other dimensions, it's time to buff that elephant up. Starting at second level, monks get Ki points per short rest equal to their monk level, which you can spend to dash, disenage, dodge, or attack twice as a bonus action. You also get Unarmored Movement, speeding up your movement speed each turn. Jinako isn't actually faster, she just knows all the best shortcuts. Now, there is a slight problem with wildshape and monk mixing together. Technically, animal attacks aren't unarmed strikes, so you can't do cool monk stuff with them. Fortunately they recently added the feature Dedicated Weapon to the monk class, letting you turn any simple or martial weapon into a monk weapon. So spend an hour as an elephant, and your tootsies are just as nimble as they would be in human form. This also means you can totally use an axe! ...as well as you could any other weapon, which isn't very good.

Monk 3: Since you've spent several lifetimes in the astral sea, you must be an Astral Self monk, right? This means you can spend 1 ki point as a bonus action to create Arms of the Astral Self, Ganesha-tier weapons that deal 2x your martial arts die in force damage when they appear. For the next ten minutes, they hang around and give you several benefits. You can use your wisdom modifier for strength checks and saves, as well as attack and damage rolls for unarmed attacks. Your unarmed attacks also deal force damage, and they have 5' more reach. That's right, you're not just a stone elephant now. You're a stone elephant with arms. And if your DM complains, point out it's just as physically possible for these things to appear on an elephant as they are to appear on a human. You can also deflect missiles as a reaction, reducing incoming damage from an arrow or crossbow bolt, and possibly even sending it back if you reduce the damage enough.

Monk 4: Use this last ASI to max out your Wisdom for the best AC, attacks, and spell power you can hope for. You can also use Slow Fall to put up a (hopefully soft) barrier between you and the ground for less falling damage, and spend ki points on Quickened Healing to patch up your statue.

Monk 5: Fifth level monks get an Extra Attack each attack action, and that works with your big elephant attacks too. You can also turn those attacks into Stunning Strikes by spending ki points to force a constitution save, which um. Yeah. If an elephant stepped on you, you'd probably be stunned.

Monk 6: Sixth level monks have Ki-Empowered Strikes, so your unarmed attacks are magical even out of beast mode. You can also invoke the Visage of the Astral Self as a ki point, either creating the visage on its own or as part of the bonus action to make the arms. While you have the visage, you gain Astral Sight, 120' of darkvision that works on magical darkness, Wisdom of the Spirit for advantage on insight and intimidation checks, and Word of the Spirit, either directing your voice to one creature only or amplifying your voice to be super loud. The sight thing removes a barrier for you, and hopefully megaphones and walkie-talkies exist in the future! The only out of character thing is the intimidation advantage, but hey, play the character how you wanna.

Monk 7: Our capstone level isn't as flashy as being a pure druid, but Evasion is still a super useful ability, supercharging your dexterity saves. Failures are as good as successes now, and successes completely negate damage. You also gain a Stillness of Mind, shutting down an effect charming or frightening you as an action.

Pros and Cons

Pros:

We can't talk about Ganesha without bringing up your defense options. Monks are great at defense, as long as they don't get hit. You, on the other hand, have both the tankiness of a monk and the raw HP of a druid plus 2 elephants backing you up. Add in defensive spells plus a bigger hitbox, and you can cover your party from a lot of damage.

And while you may be an immovable object, you're also an unstoppable force once you decide to move. You're a huge creature, and if you put up Investiture of Earth before you started you're a sped up elephant that can run through walls without stopping and I think that's pretty cool. Also, you can attack thrice per turn, which adds up to a lot of damage.

And when you wild shapes run out, you're still a Druid, with a big pool of HP yourself and tons of spells that you can use to wipe the floor with whatever took out your elephant form.

Cons:

While you're a person you have low dexterity, which means its easier for you to get hit, and its harder for you to hit someone else without shillelagh or your Arms up.

We also dumped charisma, so while you can support the party, good luck getting them to listen to you.

Your best features are all tied to limited uses each short rest, with only 2 wild shapes and seven ki points to work with. You're here for a good time, not a long time. Unless you go to the astral sea, then you're here for a long, long, long, long time.

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝑺𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝑫𝒐𝒘𝒏 (𝑲𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒆𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒈) 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅

Pairing: BFF! Kang Yeosang (Ateez)/ BFF! Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Slight Angst, Fluff, Non Idol! AU.

Synopsis: Yeosang decides to show and prove to his best friend that slow and sensual sex is superior to rough fucking.

Word Count: Around 3-4K

Warnings: Mentions of smoking/drinking, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, nipple play, semi-drunk sex, sex taping (with consent), sweet vanilla sex with music/ led lights in the background, protective sex that transitions to unprotected (always do safe sex), creampie, best friend/ non-romantic relationship (?)

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"Room for one more?"

Turning her head in the direction of the deep, husky voice next to her, Y/N shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't really care. Not my place anyhow."

She lifted the almost finished cigarette to her lips. Taking a small puff of it, she blew out the smoke with then turned back to the dark brown male that had now taken a seat next to her on the porch.

"Want the last one?" She held up her cancer stick for him to take.

"No thanks." He shook his head.

Y/N scoffed at that. "What? Not hard enough for someone like you?"

Throwing the tiny butt onto the ground, she didn't care at all to put it out. Rolling his eyes, Yeosang extended his leg to finish the task of making sure she didn't set anything on fire.

"Sucker." Y/N repeated what she'd often call him.

"Dumbass." He counteracted her attack with his own nickname for her.

"Why are you even out here? Wouldn't you rather be inside and join in on the fun?" She asked him.

Picking up a nearby stick, Yeosang began drawing random shapes on the ground below him.

"What do you classify as fun? I mean, besides destroying your lungs and aging faster."

"Haha, you're so fucking hilarious." Y/N replied sarcastically.

"As if you're any better Yeo. I'm surprised you're not stumbling back to your shitty apartment with either Hwa or Joong helping your wasted ass."

"Need I remind you that you practically live in my so called 'shitty' apartment cause your roommate can't stand you at the dorms." He snorted at her.

"It's not that she can stand me! I can't stand her bringing her douche boyfriend in the middle of the night or at odd hours of the day just so they can fuck each other's brains out!" She exclaimed in frustration.

Smirking at her, Yeosang couldn't help himself as he said:

"Maybe you should get your brain fucked out once in a while. Might help you be a little less bitchy."

Y/N scoffed.

"I'm not bitchy and I certainly don't need it."

"Your face says you do. Like seriously Y/N, when was the last time you got a good fuck? Let me guess. Probably 8 months ago when you let Youngbin pound you behind the bleachers?" He laughed at her.

"Ok! You know what?! Fuck you Yeosang! I can't believe you brought that up!"

Standing up, she began to storm away from him, away from the party and decided to just go to the nearest bus stop so she could go hide under her bed and pretend she didn't exist. Crossing her arms over her chest, she shivered slightly when a slight breeze blew against her. But still she continued walking, not paying attention to the voice calling out for her from behind. She had gotten a block away from where she was when she heard the sound of something scraping against the pavement behind her.

"You're hard to find." Yeosang came up next to her, his feet firmly planted on the skateboard under him.

"And you're hard to get rid of." She threw a passive aggressive smile in his direction.

"Listen..." Shifting the board to the left, he blocked her from walking any further.

"I'm sorry ok? I didn't mean to upset you." He apologized.

"You didn't really upset me.....I just hate bringing that jerk up again."

Yeosang chuckled at her pouty expression. Getting off the skateboard, he kicked down on one of the sides, making it fly up so he could catch it with his hand and tuck it under his elbow.

"Come on. Wanna hang out at my place tonight?" He offered.

"Still got leftover booze from last time?" She asked in anticipation.

"Now who's the alcoholic here snip?"

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It was well past 11 and Y/N had already downed more than half the bottle of the hard liquor. She lifted the glass up again to her lips when she was stopped by her friend beside her.

"Easy tiger. I think you've had more than enough."

Taking the bottle away from her, he wiped the top off before taking a quick gulp before setting it down somewhere next to him.

"I'm not even drunk yet.." Y/N mumbled out.

"Certainly not, but you're definitely not sober. So I'd say you're just a tad bit tipsy."

Y/N shoved him with her shoulder when he tried to lean his head on her.

"No. Go away. I'm still mad at you." She barked at him, clicking her tongue in annoyance.

"So I take it I'm sleeping on the couch again?" Yeosang raised an eyebrow at her.

"Well I certainly aren't. Shit's uncomfortable af."

Standing up, she threw her crop sweater over her head and tossed it somewhere in the room, her black shorts soon following after. Yeosang barely batted an eyelash at his friend's actions, so used to her walking around half naked around his place.

Slumping down on the bed, she reached into Yeosang's dresser and opened the drawer, knowing she'd find his stash of tootsie pops in it. Picking out a cherry flavored one, she unwrapped it and popped it in her mouth, discarding the wrapper on the waste bin a few feet away from her. Turning on her back, she hummed softly before taking the lollipop out of her mouth momentarily to pat on the empty space next to her and say:

"Sangie, come here. I wanna cuddle."

Yeosang grumbled at her words.

"Whatever happened to me sleeping on the couch?"

"Never said you should. Now come on." She repeated at him.

Yeosang sighed in disbelief, seriously questioning why he even put up with his friend for so long. Removing his plaid pullover hoodie and black skinny jeans, leaving him in just a plain white T-shirt and his black briefs, he slid down next to Y/N and wrapped one of his arms around her waist.

"Happy now?" He inquired of her.

Y/N shifted a little so that they ended up in a more comfortable spooning position.

"Yeah I guess." She murmered softly.

Yeosang began to draw circles across her hip, occasionally pulling the side of her black panty and making it snap against her skin, making Y/N swat his hand away whenever he did.

"Can I have some?" Yeosang gestured to the candy in her mouth.

Pulling it out with a loud 'popping' noise, Y/N held it out for him to take. Putting it in his mouth, Yeosang sucked in it briefly then took a small bite out of it before handing it back to her.

"Heathen." Y/N derided him when she saw the mutilated lollipop.

"Puss." He snickered at her.

They laid there in silence for a few minutes, the only sound coming from them was the occasional sighs or hums that would elude from their mouths. Getting tired and bored of the painful lack of noise, Yeosang reached for his phone and connected it to his bluetooth speakers. Scrolling through his playlist, he smiled smugly as he found the one song he had been listening a lot to lately and did not hesitate to start playing it. Y/N jolted a little when the blaring of trumpets resonated through the room.

"Jesus fucking christ, why must it start in such an unholy manner?" She complained as she shifted a little in Yeosang's embrace.

Yeosang couldn't help but laugh softly.

"And you know that's not the unholy part about it."

Y/N couldn't help but smile at the sincerity of his words and especially not when the first verses started.

~Tell me what it is you wanna know

Finish up the bottle then we'll go, babe~

"Speaking of which, we didn't finish our bottle."

Y/N made a move to get up, but Yeosang pulled her back down, this time making her lay on top of him.

"Kang Yeosang!" She grunted at him, eyebrows furrowing at him.

"Snippy pants." He winked at her then placed a kiss to her nose.

His hands began to travel down the curve of her lower back, momentarily resting on her ass, his fingers digging into her soft skin.

~I'm too phased, it's too late

But coming down is all I ever do, babe, yeah~

"Pervert." Y/N accused him when he slapped her ass lightly.

"You weren't complaining when Youngbin-"

Y/N silenced him with a kiss to his lips, her tongue running across his upper lip. Yeosang tried to capture her tongue with his teeth, but she pulled back before he got the chance, making him whine softly.

"Mention that atrocity one more time and I will blow up your dick." She threatened him.

Yeosang couldn't help but poke fun at her.

"I wouldn't necessarily say no. I've heard your blowjob stories."

Y/N smacked his chest.

"What?! You think guys don't talk about it around me? They don't hold back just because we're close." He ruffled her hair.

"What about you? How come I never hear any stories from you? Is our little Sangie an actual saint?" She jeered at him.

Yeosang smiled softly, his hands pulling on Y/N's bra strap.

"First of all, let me assure you I'm not little.."

Lifting his hips up slightly, he grinded against her so she could feel his semi hard on. Y/N widened her eyes momentarily, her subconscious wishing he'd repeat the action one more time.

"And I'm not a saint. I'm just not as promiscuous as the other guys, that are into rough fucking all the girls in our class." He explained as he moved Y/N's strap so it fell off her shoulder.

Y/N couldn't help but look at him incredulous.

"Seriously? Getting fucked like a pornstar is one of the best feelings ever. Best kind of sex there is."

"I beg to differ babygirl. I find it to be completely overrated." He mused softly before placing a kiss to her exposed shoulder.

~And I'm so down if you're ready

I'm floating but I'm heavy

And I'll show you if you let me, girl~

"So what? You mean to tell me vanilla sex is better?" She rolled her eyes.

Yeosang couldn't help the mischievous smile that formed on his sculpture like face.

"It's not just better.....it's superior."

Yeosang's hand grabbed the remote next to his lamp, which he promptly turned off. Clicking on the first button, the room instantly illuminated a dark red from the LED lights that Yeosang had installed when he first moved into the apartment.

"Want me to show you?"

Y/N hadn't even responded but Yeosang was already unclasping her bra. His hands caressed her exposed back as he patiently waited for her answer. Feeling brave, Y/N sat up to let the garment fall off her body and onto the floor. She looked back to see Yeosang's reaction. He bit his lip, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him in an effort to contain himself from touching her before she gave her consent.

Y/N leaned down, her hand cupping his chin.

"Show me then."

Closing the distance between them, she kissed him tenderly. Yeosang hummed into the kiss, his fingers tucking a side of her hair behind her ear.

~I don't know if you already know how

But girl, I got the feeling that you know now~

Yeosang's tongue pressed against her bottom lip, making Y/N chuckle, but nonetheless granted him access to her mouth. Holding the sides of her neck, Yeosang swirled his tongue inside her, before pulling her own into his mouth to gently suck on it.

"Hehet....you smell like alcohol." He said in between their makeup session.

"Shut up and kiss me you dork."

She pulled him back in and deepened their kiss, her mouth hungrily and sloppily kissing his, her lips trailing across his chin and jaw at times.

"Fuck. How desperate are you?" Yeosang asked.

"A whole lot, now can you fucking stop being the ass you are and get on with it?" She pleaded with him.

In a flash, Yeosang flipped her onto her back. Burying his face in her neck, he placed open mouth kisses across it until he found exactly what he was looking for when Y/N's breath hitched.

"Found you."

Yeosang began to suck onto the sensitive patch of skin he had discovered. Y/N tilted her head to give him better access, which he took complete advantage of. Yeosang only pulled away after making sure there'd be a crimson red mark for anyone to see the following days. Satisfied with his work, he moved further south and began to kiss down her sternum, his hands going from her hips to her waist.

His lips went from kissing in between the valley of her breasts, to gliding over and taking one of her perky nipples into his mouth. His other hand made sure that its twin wasn't left unattended as he pinched and played with it delicately between his long and slender fingers. Without realizing it, Y/N arched her back, making Yeosang smile against her skin.

"You're definitely enjoying this." He teased her, biting faintly on her tiny bud.

"Sh-shut up..." She mumbled.

"And I haven't even gotten to the fun part."

Yeosang dragged his mouth painfully slow down her stomach, placing open mouth kisses on several parts of her skin. Once, he reached her belly button, he couldn't help but feel a little playful. Pressing his face down, he blew against her skin, causing her to squeak and giggle at the vibrations.

"Sangie!" She gushed at him and his awfully cute action.

"Sorry." He apologized but the sparkle in his eyes indicated he was anything but.

When he realized he was in between her legs, only a piece of fabric separating him from her most intimate place, he looked back up at her, mentally asking her if she still wanted to continue. Maybe it was the partially drunk part of her brain or maybe it was the sober part, either way, Y/N nudged Yeosang with her knee, urging him to do something.

Getting the hint, Yeosang grabbed the sides of her panties and began to rid her of them. Y/N lifted herself up so the process was easier for him, and even parted her legs for him, her neediness wanting him to just do as he pleased.

Yeosang inhaled and exhaled sharply as he stared down at his best friend's glistening and almost dripping core, the astonishment and lust in his stare quite unmistakable. His hands wrapped themselves on the back of her knees, his body leaning closer to get a better look at her.

"Well?" Y/N chuckled when he stayed dumb for a while.

Smiling an ironically pure smile, Yeosang didn't take his gaze off from between her legs as he responded:

"It's pretty.......so fucking pretty."

Turning his head, he kissed her right knee tenderly, dragging his lips around it. Eventually, he began kissing up her inner thighs, both of them, leaving no spot unattended. Y/N began to breath more rapidly as she watched him earnestly inch closer and closer to her lips.

"Oh-oh..."

Y/N gasped when Yeosang dragged the tip of his nose up her slit, making sure to press down on her clit.

"Fuck! You smell absolutely delicious babe."

Releasing her knees, he brought his fingers up so they could spread her folds apart so he could glide his wet muscle up and taste a bit of her. Yeosang couldn't get enough of her taste, as shown by his relentless effort in licking and sucking at her clit. One of his fingers began prodding at her entrance, swirling around and finally sinking inside her.

"Fucking hell Y/N, you're so tight and you're already sucking in one of my fingers. Seriously how long have you not gotten any dick?" He inquired as he added a second finger, beginning to scissor them inside her.

"Too. Fucking. Long."

Shutting her eyes, her hands went to Yeosang's hair and began pulling at it, her hips pressing against his face.

"Yeosangie..... help me..." She whined at him.

Paying attention to her needs, Yeosang buried his face in her heat once again, sucking and lapping enthusiastically, moaning occasionally as his 2 fingers slid in and out of her at a moderate pace. Y/N's chest began rising up and down, she could feel herself getting closer and closer to spilling all over her friend's face. The thought of her actually cumming in Yeosang's mouth riled her up more than she'd ever think it would. Yeosang felt her walls tightening around his fingers, clear indication she was about to cum. Being the teasing asshole he was, he pulled his fingers out and detached his mouth from her core, panting slowly from having been eating her out so passionately, some of her arousal smeared on his chin, upper lip and even on his nose.

"What the hell you jerk!?"

Y/N sat up, fully committed to smack him across the face, but he gripped her wrists as he forced her back down.

"Calm down Y/N, I promise you'll be cumming soon."

Leaning in, he kissed her forehead lovingly, sending flutters down her body. Her hand placed itself on his chest.

"Off." Although it was technically an order, she meant it more as a request.

Yeosang pulled his shirt over his head, allowing Y/N to gawked at his lean but toned abs and muscles.

"Fuck.......when did you start working out skater boi?"

Yeosang blushed and giggled shyly.

"Around the same time you began showing off your legs a lot more."

Y/N watched in anticipation as he began to remove his boxers. She widened her eyes when she saw her long time friend's cock slap against his stomach, the tip already leaking out precum.

"Holy shit. You weren't kidding when you said you weren't little." She complimented him.

Y/N reached out to try and grab it in her hand, but Yeosang swatted her hand away.

"You can suck my cock another time. Right now though, I'm dying to have it inside your tight hole."

Y/N clenched at the mere thought of having such a good looking cock inside her. She'd never outwardly admit it, but she always had a thing for visual stimulation and above average dicks.

Opening the drawer, Yeosang took out a condom and ripped it open with his teeth, soon rolling it onto his length. He slowly lowered his body on top of hers, kissing her softly as he aligned himself at her entrance. With a roll of his hips, he slid inside her, both of them moaning loudly. Yeosang let a few seconds pass before he began rolling his hips, starting at a slow and steady pace that matched the rhythm of the music playing in the background. His face hid in her neck, biting and kissing at her shoulders as his hands kept her waist firmly planted on the mattress.

"Fuck, you feel amazing Y/N." He whispered against her ear, making her sigh blissfully.

Wanting to dote on her more, he began spurting out a relay of compliments.

"You look so beautiful like this baby. Fuck! I wish I could capture this moment forever."

Feeling bold, Y/N held out her hand and began tapping around until she found what she was wanting to grab. She held out Yeosang's phone to him.

"Then why don't you?"

Yeosang groaned, halting his movements so as to not cum from her insinuation.

"Are you for real?" He wanted to make sure she wasn't kidding.

"Please just don't film my face. I don't want anyone to know it's me in case it gets in the wrong hands or you upload it to a porn site." She stated making him burst out in a lighthearted laugh.

"Oh honey I won't do that. I'm keeping this for my fap material."

Yeosang sat up as he turned on the camera. He began moving once the phone started recording the naughty scene taking place in his bedroom, this time going a little rougher than at first. He loved watching the way Y/N's tits bounced every time he pushed back inside of her. The red LED lights only made it more thrilling, adding a more erotic aesthetic that the camera captured perfectly.

~I'm burning up, yeah, all I see is red, ah

She said "Fuck me like I'm famous"

I said, "Okay"~

Yeosang's free hand ran across her stomach, momentarily pressing down on the bulge protruding from there. Then it began to squeeze at her breasts, fondling and groping them in a not too harsh fashion.

"Yeosang..... I need more..." She spoke out.

Yeosang pressed paused to help her out.

"Want more? Ok. Turn around for me baby."

~Push a little further on the edge

Crawl a little further on the bed, babe~

Pulling out of her, his hands helped her turn her body for him. Y/N immediately got on all fours, but Yeosang pressed his hand on her back.

"As cute as you look right now my friend, that's not what I had in mind."

Pushing her down, he made her lay her body on the mattress into a low doggy position. Y/N looked back at him with a questioning gaze.

"Trust me Y/N. It'll have you cumming in seconds."

Picking up his phone again, he was about to resume recording when Y/N's words made him snap up.

"Sangie please fuck me raw."

Yeosang swore he had a mini heart attack when she said that.

"Y..Y/N....what are you-"

"It's ok! I'm on birth control and I just really want to feel you and have you cum inside me." She confessed unashamedly.

Yeosang thought about it for a minute before deciding 'screw it' and threw away the condom that was wrapped around his dick. Pumping himself a few times, he finally pressed record again, wanting to capture the moment he entered his friend completely raw.

This time his thrusts were more deep and fast paced, wanting to have Y/N come as fast as possible, which wasn't going to take too long, if her now loud gasps and moans were a major clue.

"Oh- oh my g-god!"

Y/N now understood what Yeosang meant when he said he'd have her cumming in seconds. With his cock pushing in and out of her rapidly it made the mattress underneath her rub against her clit in the most addicting friction she'd ever had.

"T-told you so.." Yeosang couldn't hide the shit eating grin on his face, which Y/N would have slapped off if she could see it.

Gripping at her hip harshly, he angled himself so he could hit that special spot in her, finding it quite easily after many practices in the same room from past lovers. Y/N tried biting her lip but it wasn't enough so she resorted to hiding her face on the pillow in front of her, muffling her near shrieking moans.

~You're buried in the pillow, yeah, you're so loud

But I'm about to show you, baby, slow down~

Lifting her head up slightly, she tried to warn him.

"S-Sangie...I'm gonna-"

She threw her head down again, not wanting Yeosang's next door neighbors to complain next day about the noise, given how thin the walls were.

Positioning his phone on the dresser, Yeosang crouched down and lifted her face up to look at him. She looked almost completely fucked out, her hair sticking onto her face, sweat beads piling on her forehead. Yeosang kissed her messily, his mouth silencing some of her moans as well as his own.

"Go ahead gorgeous. Cum for me. I'll be right behind her."

Yeosang let out a deep, gutteral moan when he felt her clench around him, her body shaking underneath him as she came hard. A series of cursing ensued as he spilled himself inside her, coating her walls with his cum. He slowed down his movements, but never halted them completely, wanting her and himself to ride out their orgasms. When he finally stilled inside her, he grabbed his phone again and held it close to where their bodies connected.

"Holy shit. That's so hot." He said in an almost gloating tone as he pulled himself out of his best friend and watched as part of his cum seeped out of her.

Turning off the camera, he reached for the box of wet tissues on his nightstand and began wiping Y/N down. Tapping on her shoulder, he asked:

"You ok there bud?"

Y/N let out a muffled "Yeah."

"Cute." He shook his head.

Turning off the music, he plopped beside Y/N, turning her so they could resume spooning like they were in the beginning.

"So....?"

Y/N opened her eyes and tilted her head to look at him.

"So what?" She looked at him rather puzzled.

"Do you agree now that vanilla sex is superior?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

Y/N hummed as she pondered about it in her head. Turning around so her body faced his, she pulled him closer.

"I don't know.....might need a little more convincing..." She joked.

Yeosang took notice of the slight smirk that tugged at the corners of her lips. Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed the top of her head.

"Oh trust me. I don't think this will be the last time...."

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~Song used here: Slow Down- Chase Atlantic ~

[that-one-weeb-but-starwars]

My Love| Echo (part 6 beejesus...)

Notes: this ones short my bad, also this way shock you. I also have a strong urge to make hondo show up perhaps in the Future

Warnings: sad flashbacks, death and disease mentioned, cannablistic mentions (not eating anyone but like the word), cursing,

Reader: Male

Part: 1 | 2 | 3 | 3.5 | 4 | 5 | 6 (you're hah here)

Masterlist

That wasn't possible.

"What a shame." Maul spoke, turning himself around and walking away the Pyke leader following him.

This was wrong.

"If we came for this it better be important." Hunter spoke snatching the drive, "we leave now,"

"Me and Jacob they'll return you to your ship." The teen spoke up, "but be quick we'll need to leave with the transports."

It was a silent stealthy journey back to the ship, Echo being pushed along the way by Wrecker mostly as he was trying to process what was being told to him.

So...Y/n was dead? No that was possible- they couldn't of killed everyone.

He walked onto the ship the twins wishing them luck as they rushed back off into the darkness. He took a seat on his bunk, removing the head gear and mask, his gaze trapped within the grain of the metal.

"Tech get us out of here." Hunter demanded.

Wrecker watched Echo, his brows furrowed and in conflict.

"Hey. Kid." Wrecker spoke nudging Omega softly, "Good job out there."

"I just stuck to the plan." She smiled.

"Wanna do one more mission?" He asked playfully she nodded happily.

"Go find Lula. I think someone needs her." Wrecker spoke as Omega nodded rushing to find the Tooka doll.

Wrecker walked over to Echo, sitting across from the reg, Echo kept his gaze down.

"Hey."

"I don't, I don't understand." Echo responded, "I- I don't..."

"It's okay-" Wrecker tried to speak.

"But it isnt." Echo seethed.

The sudden jolt told them they had jumped to hyperspace. Echo rubbed over his eyes.

"What was Y/n's family doing associated with the Empire..." Echo spoke, "I...I don't..."

Wrecker frowned, Hunter watching the cockpits doorway, his brother lost and confused, let down and heart broken.

Walking into the cockpit the door closed behind him.

"You'll want to see this Hunter." Tech spoke, "Echo was right."

Hunter took a seat, "Y/n's code name is Rosyln then?"

"In a sense yes, yet It is many things." Tech informed, "It's multiple things, a name, a code name, a secret military operation."

" a what." Hunter demanded answers now.

"On this disk it says Project Rosyln was ment to help in implicating...hunger in a sense.."

"Hunger?" Hunter asked, "Hunger for what?"

"Flesh, sentinel flesh," Tech responded, "They had many failis dead on contacts, until. Rosyln."

"The dead brother of Y/n's Echo mention." Hunter spoke as Tech nodded.

"He survived it, partially, resulting in an outdated inner rim disease known as Cancer." Tech responded, "though it is not sepcified what type, he died young."

"So how does Y/n fit into it?"

"Rosyln was Y/n's younger brother by adoption law on corosaunt, and the Zabrack was not lying when he said The L/n family was ontop the imperals kill list, it was ment for them to go into hiding, to essentially metophorically and phsycially slip into the dark." Tech contuined.

"Okay so the kids?"

"Test subjects." He responded, "farm animals, future death troopers fueled by anger and loss, much more. Hunter, They weren't a family, those people they called there parents? Used them."

"Can we save any of them? Y/n? The older kids? The young ones? Anyone?" Hunter questioned.

"This here is a list of kids of Y/n's family," Tech spoke, plugging into the panel infront of him as the hologram formed, "red are dead, there eay of leaving is by there name. Jay here died of rejection of food, he starved to death. Siora drowned herself in the shower room-"

"Thats enough Tech. Who's alive." Hunter demanded.

"Y/n here is still alive, but that is all." Tech responded opening the file, "but has a number of unstablizing test ran on him, it shows here his diet was starting to change from normal foods to sential flesh, but before they could change him fully he escaped."

"How."

"Unknown."

Hunter was silent, for a moment as Tech closed the file, going through the others, "This also contains other information, such as helpful codes the imperals are now using, current inflation in imperal troopers, comn chatter and resources-"

"Don't let Echo see this." Hunter spoke.

"Hunter, I. I don't think this is a good idea." Tech told him, "You'e seen what he'll go through already to see him again. Hunter that was a sith he went up on, a Pyke leader."

"He doesn't need another thing to have a mental break down on. What happens if we find Y/n? Dead in a ditch-." Hunter argued, "if we can't fix him- we can't even help Crosshair None the less ourselves!"

"Hunter, he deserves to know." Tech defended, "let's be real here Hunter, we've nevee been there for him, we saved him from one hell to put into another, we can't help him because we don't understand him."

Hunter was silent, he knew Tech was right, "You're right." Hunter told him.

Tech pulled the disk from the panel looking back at Hunter, "Hunter I know this is hard. But this is his family. And I wish for a time in my life, I was wrong."

Hunter stayed silent walking out the cockpit, and down the small hallways, Omega trying to cheer Echo up with Lula and Wrecker with a supportive smile.

"Echo."

Echo looked back, "Tech wants to uh...show you something."

Echo got up without a word walking into the cockpit.

"Is he gonna be okay?" Omega questioned looking up at Hunter.

"Sure he will!" Wrecker tried to stay postive looking back at Hunter who kept his gaze down.

"Not this time Omega." Hunter told her, as she leaned in for a hug, he patting her head as she hug his stomach.

Tech walked out the cockpit, the doors closing behind him, "Echo wishes to take first watch while we rest," Tech informed.

"Where do we go next from here?" Omega spoke looking up at Hunter.

"We'll keep working jobs for Cid, seeing what we can do." Hunter responded, "Tech when Echo is done with that disk, see if anything on there has Crosshair on it."

"I have alredy copied the disk, I will look through it more on my watch after Echo's." Tech responded.

Hunter nodded

"hey kid." Wrecker spoke up, "lets go play a game together."

Omega nodded as Wrecker picked up Omega the two walking away to her room, Hunter mentally thanking Wrecker.

"How'd he react." Hunter responded.

"He hasn't." Tech responded, "I left it plugged in. He has the option. I just don't know if he's used it."

It was true, Echo had the option, the wanting, but he sat in his chair, staring at the disk sitting in the panel.

This was it.

This was the ticket, he could know, move on, grt some type of closure either Y/n was dead or alive. Even if Y/n was dead or alive he let Y/n's biggest secret slip.

'Just...I don't like people to pity his name.' Y/n told Echo, the two standing in all black together and umbrella over head as they walked the cemetery, 'he fought hard, that's all that matters, and there's no reason you should pity someone for when you loose,'

Echo nodded at him, 'I won't tell anybody, I understand to a degree, but if you need to talk, I want to listen,'

Y/n nodded, 'Thanks again for comin along Echo, not the best way to meet my baby brother,''

'I was glad to meet him, either way,'

Echo rubbed the back of his neck, finger's scratching at his nape. Standing up and walking over his hand hovered over the disk, should he pull it out? Should he press that small white button to let every fear he's had consume him?

He pulled the disk out, this was the right choice. Whatever he needed to know. He'd learn from y/n when he'd see him. Rubbing over the disk he slid it in his belts pouch and sat in the piolts seat looking out into the blue swirls. He was doing it again.

Sitting in silence, watching nothing new pass him by. Y/n was alive, if the others believed it or not was there choice, it was there opinion, he knew what he was saying was a fact, and he didn't need no disk to tell him so.

But the question still remained, Why was Y/n involved in crime syndicates and with Sith?"

The male turned himself around shoulder hair length, strings of white in his hair; stress induced.

"It's done." Lom Pyke spoke, "The kids are out, where is the spice."

"It's on the ship don't you worry." He spoke.

"You've returned the favor after I've said you returned the favor."

"Then we've returned the favor." Lom Pyke argued.

"I did everything you asked!" Lom Pyke argued, "I've stuck my neck out for you more than you can imagine you cannablistic bitch!-"

The pyke leader was cut off, lifted into the air as he gripped at his neck, and brought forward quickly, choking on the lack of air.

"Do you know who I am?" The man questioned quietly.

"L-let-" the pyke tried to speak stratching at his neck for breath, "let me g-go!"

"Oh...you don't?" The man questioned, "I was afraid once...not to long ago, afraid as you are now..."

The sound of choking made him pause adding slight pressure, "p-please!"

"I am no longer afraid...I am..." the man thought, any more and the pyke leader would die, "Well, funny thing is, I don't even know who I am anymore...but I do know, that, you, owe me much more than you think."

The man was dropped to the floor, attempting to catch air, "Perhaps, you wish, once to see who I was, to see how I became this thing you call a cannablistic bitch!"

"Please! No-" He defended, raising his head to look up in plead, "Not again! Not that place!"

A hand was placed on his head, as the Sith lord walked in. Within a matter of seconds the Pyke fell limp, the man pushing him over as he fell and rolled down the small stells of the elevated ledge.

"You're here for a reason Maul?"

"I am indeed, that clone, you told to meet us on Zut, there were clones."

"Entertain me Maul." He spoke, walking down the small steps, the hells of his boots clicking as he made it down the steps.

"Seems you're little buddy Captain dipshit isnt the only clone that's defected. That little Ray shit of your's hacked the imperal files." Maul spoke, his tone as usual, dark, broody, annoying to the mans ears, "Clone force 99, may just be on our side."

The man snatched the datapad from him, "and they have a child with them. How wonderful."

"Status' as of current."

"Like I said that dipshit of yours sursingly has his corners covered. Ray's tracking them as we speak." Maul told.

The man looked through the photo's there he was in all his glory, sure angry but just as remembered.

"Lets hope an ex sith lord, a fucked up group of clones, a cannablistic bitch kill, and some kids can help kill your old ass wrinkly master." The man spoke Maul snatching the data pad back and making his leave.

"Oh. And one know's who you are." Maul responded standing in the door way, "Before I gave them anything, one knew Rosyln is Y/n,"

[doberbutts]

Honestly I am of the opinion that spaying and neutering should be done more often for dogs and cats, but...honestly I'm glad I followed you because you've opened my mind to a lot more ways of being a good pet owner. I've got a lot more nuanced of an opinion now, thanks to you. It's a surgery that isn't always strictly necessary and it's not the mark of a bad pet owner to have an intact animal.

Just from my own experience, I do think that most people with dogs aren't in a position to have an intact animal responsibly, either because they don't provide their dogs with the proper training or because their dog has specific behavioral/health issues that make castration beneficial, but...

I mean, seeing a good dog owner/trainer who has intact animals and cares for those animals properly has really opened my eyes to the fact that it's important to have a specific need for any surgery to address, and non-surgical intervention to address that need is usually the preferred route due to the dangers inherent in any surgical procedure.

At the same time, most vets I talked/listened to are under the stress of trying to make sure they can prevent unwanted outcomes - surprise litters, certain cancers, behavioral problems* - when so many of their clients aren't responsible enough to care for their animals properly. So the need isn't entirely just preventing unwated litters, but heading potential problems off at the pass due to irrespinsible owners, so the animals are less likely to suffer.

* You'd know more than me about dogs so I won't even try to act like I'm an expert on them, but for cats and guinea pigs, at least, the males do exhibit significant behavioral changes on the whole, acting calmer and less territorial/aggressive. It's obviously not the same for every individual, and there are significant risks especially for small mammals, but on the whole (I'll try to find some studies, I promise I'm not just spewing propaganda!!) that is the overall pattern. Then we take a step back and realize that, even if most of these issues respond positively to non-surgical options like specific training or a changed environment, most people...I don't exactly trust to be able to do that. I don't think most people are equipped to handle it. And we can argue whether or not they should have an animal, but since they do, I can definitely see why vets are pushing for castration to be a mandatory procedure. But at the same time, thanks to you, I'm seeing the other side to this, which is that we should be celebrating the responsible owners who are willing and able to address their pets' needs non-surgically, and for whom castration really is an elective procedure (aside from, obviously, when it is needed due to health concerns).

Oh, yes, and I'm not like, aggressively anti-neuter or anything either. If the cancer had been testicular or prostate cancer, CHOP THOSE SUCKERS OFF GOODBYE- but if they're not causing a problem? Then what's the reason to put a healthy animal through surgery? And what's the reason to put a dying animal through surgery he doesn't need?

At this point I only have females. And intact bitches are at risk for pyometra, especially as they age. All of my girls will eventually be spayed by 5 or 6 years old. Tater will likely be first as she already has a neurological problem and cannot be bred or shown anyway, and as long as the vet doesn't think she'll have a bad reaction with her special needs and her considerably small size then I have no problem doing it sometime after finishing up with the house buying. Fae and Sushi are show dogs and may be bred by their breeders eventually so they cannot be spayed currently. That decision is out of my hands- I have no interest in breeding dogs myself.

And other animals do show significant changes (although, personally, my opinion is that if you cannot deal with an intact animal's behavior, then you should not have the animal, as surgery should be a last resort to solving trainable concerns) to behavior and health and that shouldn't be disregarded as well. I just don't think the majority of them are necessary for dogs, because dogs are highly trainable.

And like... having had an intact dog around intact bitches in heat that he was definitely interested in... it's truly not that hard to keep them from breeding. Negligence or factors outside of your control (housemates letting them out together, someone employed to watch them NOT watching them, etc) are really the only reasons for an oops litter, and even then I have a hard time justifying it with how easy it was to keep Creed away from my girls when they were interested in breeding.

My future cats will be neutered before they go home as per contract with their breeder, which again is fine with me because I have zero interest in breeding cats. I don't buy dogs on neuter contracts. I prefer to make that decision on a case-by-case basis myself.

[blacksunscorpio]

Scorp you're a genius! So relatable and I love how you don't judge others or anyone who comes to you for help. Keep it up! I just had to ask since I see that you make pop culture references to make analogies with astrology. You've mentioned GoT a few times and im a huge fan! Can you do a quick post on Game of Thrones characters and their potential zodiac signs? I'd love to hear your input! Thank you so much!!

Game of Thrones Characters & Their Zodiac Signs

Aries

Khal Drogo- Impulsive. Warlike. Bloodthirsty. Alpha. Conqueror. Hardcore athlete [did you see him on that horse?] Extremely sexual. Forceful. When he first meets Daenerys, he forces himself on her. Afterward, however, he is the first to go to war if he feels the people around him have been disrespected.

Aerys Targaryen- Impulsive, sadistic. Boastful. imperial. He would be the Emperor [reversed] in Tarot, lol. Not as good with being a tactician as he ought to have been. Cruel. Rage problems. The need to be the first and the best. Fire and blood, anyone?

Taurus

Maergery Tyrell - Classy, wealthy, sexy, laid-back, frank but with an air of elegance. Highgardeners have a love for the finer things in life. A love of fine wines and foods. Beautiful clothing and aesthetics. RICH RICH. Get on their bad side and they will take their time finding a way to subvert your authority.

Robert Baratheon- Love of luxury, bullheaded, strong, takes no shit. Fixed in his opinions of others, highkey jealous. In his youth, he enjoyed the gifts of Venus: Charm, wealth coming from the noble house of Baratheon, widely considered handsome by almost all in the 7 kingdoms. 

Gemini

Tyrion Lannister- Silver-tongued. HIGHKEY intelligent. Social. Charming. Great sense of humor. A freak [in the sheets]. Chatty. Always finds his way out of a sticky situation. Finds a way to use his intel to bolster diplomacy between his family and the families who hate them.

Little Finger- Cunning, quick-witted, works behind the scenes, manipulative, a  snake, jack of all trades. Top dog in the social circles of the 7 Kingdoms. There wasn’t a person who didn’t know of him and his... reputation. He singlehandedly, through his Machiavellian tactics, caused the events of Game of Thrones to unfold. 

Cancer  

Cersei Lannister- Protective, moody, caring [to her kids], motherly, cantankerous, jealous. A savage. People don’t give Cancer’s the credit they deserve in terms of what they’re capable of. Cersei is a prime example of the type of person who can show unrivaled levels of devotion to the one’s they love. “No one matters but us.” She can be cruel because she lets her emotions rule her actions. When her safety is threatened, she makes sure no one else feels safe either. She loves with a ferocity only rivaled by...

Catelyn Stark- Another mother who would die [quite literally] for her children. Fierce, Protective. Doting. JEALOUS. Let’s not forget how she treated Jon all because she believed Ned’s lie about him being a bastard. Followed her son into battle. Damn near lost her hands fighting off Bran’s would-be assassin. 

Leo

Jaime Lannister- Proud. Handsome. Princely. Funny. We seem him go from underdeveloped Leo [arrogant, selfish, bully, prideful, snob, loyal to no one but himself] to developed [Kind, helpful, warm, honest]. Fought bears for his friends. Skilled and proud fighter even without the use of both his hands. Unfortunately, his loyalty caused him to stay loyal to his twin towards the end, but such is the nature of a Leo. They’re hard-pressed to abandon those they truly care for.

Brienne of Tarth- LOYAL. Proud. Devoted. A bit of a flare for drama especially brandishing her sword. Brienne is the definition of Leonine traits. Hard to miss. Devoted to those who show her kindness, i.e Renly, Catelyn, Jaime, Sansa, etc. Always at the front lines in war screaming “STAND YOUR GROUND”. Unrivaled levels of bravery and courage. Not to be fucked with. A true Queen.

Virgo

Samwell Tarley- Intelligent. Scholarly. Methodical. Always with his nose in a book. Unproblematic king. Caught the things everyone else missed, especially when he was an apprentice in Old Towne. Figured out how to cure Jorah Mormont’s affliction on his OWN without any formal training. Genius.

Lord Varys- Remember, Virgo is also ruled by Mercury who is the most cunning of the planetary rulers. Varys always had a spy to collect intel on everyone. A tactician. Never lost his temper. Always had the scoop but didn’t partake in gossip for gossip's sake. Not afraid to be critical or tell those “in charge” his opinion. We can see this specifically when he critiques Aerys, Daenerys, and Robert. 

Libra

Davos Seaworth- a skilled diplomat. Davos is always seen seeking balance and fairness in the situations he finds himself in. The minute you see this man in a scene you know he’s going to give a moving speech and get someone out fo a sticky situation. He convinced the Iron Bank to support Stannis. Convinced Daenerys to entertain Jon Snow when they traveled to Dragonstone. Always breaking up a fight. He is in full support of law and order, especially when he called for Melisandre’s head after discovering her part in Shireen’s death [RIP.]

Rhaegar Targaryen- Had a love of music. Harmony. Balance. He brought two families together [Stark and Targaryen]. He was also blessed by Venus in my opinion because he was said to be extremely handsome. A fabulous singer. A fighter yes, but a lover first. Very good with diplomacy but not the best with defending himself against his cousin sign, Taurus [Robert Baratheon].

Scorpio

Daenerys Targaryen- Many see her as an Aries but I have to respectfully disagree. Daenerys is a Scorpio in my opinion. Remember, Scorpio is honorary fire. She was literally “reborn from the ashes”. A Phoenix, Scorpio’s final form. She went from a silent and meek girl to a skilled and commanding Empress. Unlike Arians, she did not jump headfirst into battle. It took many arrows in her dragons, many slights to her ego, copious council from her advisors, dozens of her loved ones lost for her to go nuclear. Like her father, she hungered for power, a very Scorpionic trait. However she, unlike her father, listened to reason [Jorah, Tyrion, and Barristan Selmy]. She had a long fuse until she didn’t, and then that’s when she rained fire and blood on everyone in King’s Landing. She was skilled at retribution and was unapologetic with it *cough* the Tarleys *cough*.. Unlike Arians who pop off at the drop of a hat, she gave her enemies fair warning if/when they crossed her.

Arya Stark- You already know what it is with this one. Arya is pretty much death [Pluto], personified. Stealthy. A tactician. VENGEFUL. I think we all fist-pumped when she served Filch Walder Frey his sons in that pie. Never forgets a slight. Keeps a list of people who’ve wronged her [All Scorpios can probably relate]. You never see her coming. She is “no-one”. She is the assassin that slips through the back. She may seem calm at first but trust that she has been planning your downfall for a while. LOYAL. The definition of a Scorpio.

Melisandre- Dark. Mysterious. Unafraid of the occult. So much of her life is unknown and I’m sure that’s how she preferred it. Even her Lord of light was mysterious. Strong supernatural abilities and highkey psychic. Knew immediately how many “eyes” Arya would “close.” Had ties to the underworld which is demonstrated with her ability to resurrect the dead. Came through at the clutch in the last battle wielding fire [Mars] with her witchcraft. It’s no secret that Scorpios are some of the most skilled in sorcery.

Sagittarius

Missandei- Exotic. From Naath which is an island just above the mysterious continent of Sothoryos. A world traveler. Lucky enough to escape slavery [until the end]. Jupiter's influence is here in my opinion because she is so kind and friendly. Also a polyglot and gifted with the ability to speak 19 languages. Her fire is seen at the end of the series when she tells her best friend “Dracarys”-- meaning “fire” in High Valyrian. She isn’t afraid to call wrath down on others.

Olenna Tyrell- Loud, unapologetically blunt, zero-filter, feisty. Olenna to me is the definition of Sagittarius. Always speaks her mind. Clap back queen. Will call you out. Was also quite promiscuous in her younger years. Very charismatic and extremely likable despite her penchant for saying whatever was on her mind.

Capricorn

Tywin Lannister- I can’t see the patriarch of the most notorious family in Westeros being anything other than a Capricorn. Methodical. Structured. Business-minded. Karmic [A "Lannister always repays his debts"] Cold. Cruel. Unfeeling. Like Saturn, he is the father figure. Basically ran the 7 Kingdoms for Aerys, [which was probably why the latter was so salty towards him.] Always has a plan. The man you want in charge if we’re strictly talking about law and order. Vindictive [had the mountain kill Elia because Rhaegar rejected Cersei.] He’s the ultimate son-of-a-bitch.

Jon Snow- Brooding hero that he is, Bae Jon Snow is without a doubt a Capricorn in my eyes. Duty-bound. Serious. A leader in his own right. Could also be cold and unfeeling in terms of distributing karmic justice. Lest we forget the “fetch-me-a-block” situation with Janos Slynt. In addition, the moment he was resurrected he took vengeance against the black brothers who betrayed him. Saturn, Like Pluto, is all about karmic justice. The beating he put on Ramsey after The Battle of the Bastards was one thousand percent a karmic beating. A proper lover as well, according to Ygritte, Jon also knew how to handle himself in the bedroom, a trait very akin to Capricorns.

Aquarius

Bran Stark- I thought about making Bran a Pisces, but then I changed my mind. Remember Uranus rules sudden insights and hardcore psychic receptivity. It also rules sudden and unexpected catastrophes or surprises/ sudden breaks. Bran suffered a literal “tower” moment at the beginning of the series which resulted in his psychic powers developing. Once he became the three-eyed raven, he became very detached from the world.

Grey Worm- Aquarius is also androgynous. Grey Worm is a eunuch. He is always down to fight for a cause though, specifically his queen’s. Cares about others, specifically Missandei, and was seen towards the latter season speaking up for the Unsullied against the slavers. Fierce combatant but also very detached. His job is his job.

Pisces

Jaqen H’ghar- Much like Neptune, Pisces’ ruler Jaqen has a mysterious and illusive personality. He wears “many faces”. Skilled at illusion and very very intuitive. Has a soft side though which is clearly seen with how he treats Arya. Hardly ever flies off the handle. Calm. Cool. Collected.

Hodor- Sweet and gentle giant, Hodor is a Pisces to me. Affected by psychic trauma, it’s revealed why “Hodor” is the only thing he can say. Calm. A bit of a baby. Caring. Easily adaptable [think of all the terrain he carried Bran through]

Eddard Stark- I don't care what anyone says, Ned stark to me represents the most developed form of a Pisces. Like the Hanged-Man in Tarot that represents sacrifice and which Neptune Rules, he willingly sacrificed his reputation as honorable for his sister, Lyanna. He later sacrifices himself for his children when he died at Joffrey’s [little bitch] command. He is wise. Though appears cold, he is actually a well of feeling and caring. Unfortunately, he also suffered from the naivety of Neptunian influence which is why he wasn’t very skilled at the Game of Thrones, which calls for more tactical ruthlessness. Pisceans however also have the rage of Poseidon flowing through their veins [which people like to forget]. This was displayed when he pinned Petyr Baelish to the Wall in King’s Landing for daring to dishonor Cat by inviting her into a Brothel. RIP, King Stark.

[omegangrins]

Chibnall, Children, Choice and Consequence

Allow me to introduce a companion piece to A Treatise on the Doctor:

It's pretty simple:

Chibnall knows what he's doing and is playing a long game to show how the Doctor needs to take more responsibility.

Let me start off with my favorite examples. That's right, plural.

Every single villain 13 faces is never defeated, merely pushed away from causing them any immediate problems. Tim Shaw being the prime example.

1&10. Seriously, Tim Shaw. Her plan was to use his own bombs on him and then teleport him off the planet. Even without Ranskoor Av Kolos, the Doctor should have thought to check in on him. Especially after The Ghost Monument showed the Stenza were a greater threat than she knew. She still hasn't even checked up on WHAT THE HELL THE STENZA ARE! They sound worse than Daleks but naw, let's go rain-bathing in the upper tropics of Canstano instead.

2. Ghost Monument. We saw the END of an interuniversal race. What the fuck is the beginning that got them there? Who is Illyn and how and why did he orchestrate a super race?

3. Krasko. Sent back in time. Really, Doc? Not gonna take a look at the device and see where Ryan sent the prick so you can double check that he's not gonna cause anymore damage?

4. President Trump analog. Ooooo, you looked at him menacingly, Doc, that'll show him!! Not like he's gonna KEEP DOING ILLEGAL SHIT LIKE THIS.

5. The Pting. She literally shunted it off ship to be dealt with by someone else BUT DOESN'T GO BACK TO BE THAT SOMEONE ELSE ONCE SHE HAS HER TARDIS. That's like leaving a living nuke floating around after sweeping it under the rug while you fly off to Paris.

6. The Pakistani-Indian conflict still happens and millions still die. Not her fault but still....

7. Kerblam. Sure, Charlie's terrorism was solved but not the underlying problem that led to it. Humans still can't work because corporations like profits over people.

8. Similar to the Punjab, how you gonna solve sexism, classism and all the -isms?

9. WHY WAS THE SOLITRACT THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE??!! It's been around since before the universe. Why'd it decide to come back now? It's a whole universe trying to hug our universe to death. Maaaaaaybe we should check out why.

11. She's gets a pass on the Dalek. Fucking impossible to eradicate them.

12. The Master!!! Finally she checks up on something after the adventures... and it's horrible. With everything gone to shit in her absence. Seeing a pattern yet?

And Barton? And the Cassaven? They didn't disappear into smoke.

13. Multiple Earths being multiply fucked. Remember when I said the Doctor couldn't solve racism, classism, sexism, or any of the other -isms? Starting to look like she needs to TRY.

14. The Skithra FLY OFF after getting hit by a laser beam. That kind of thing tends to piss people off. Even if they're idiots using other's technology.

15. Jack. The Judoon. The Ruth Doctor. All things I'd start checking out if I had a time machine BUT

16. WE CAN'T cause the TARDIS emergency alert is going off and we need to hurry up and run and solve this problem before we run out of time in our TIME AND SPACE MACHINE. Leading to another problem the Doctor could help solve but won't. Plastic and over-consumption.

17. Oh yeah, let's trap two Eternals from another universe in the same place. There's NO WAY that could ever turn out bad.

18,19,20. And again. Cyberium. Pushed off Shelley onto herself and onto Ashad and onto The Master.

That's almost 20 "enemies" the Doctor still needs to deal with.

Oh, not to mention that they let UNIT go defunct because they didn't have the forethought to ask if they needed any money in their alien fighting budget. After asking for an office, a desk, and a job. Kinda funny that way, aren't they?

I hope by now you've gotten the idea that this is VERY deliberate. This is Chibnall laying down some very heavy pipe to smack the Doctor like a clothesline. There isn't a one of these situations that can't come around to bite her in the ass.

Barton, Roberts, Skithra. These are all very loose strands for a time traveller like the Doctor to get tripped up on. Chibnall's past episodes prove it. They're all about the Doctor learning how to take responsibility.

42: The Doctor almost gets Martha killed and almost gets himself killed trying to fix it.

The Hungry Earth: The Doctor (a thousand year old "adult") tells Elliot (a 10 year old kid) that "Sure it's totally fine to go get your headphones while we prepare for an approaching unknown alien force." And 11 rightfully gets his ass chewed for it by the child's mother when the kid goes missing because OF COURSE THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS, JACKASS!

Cold Blood: I could write an entire essay about the Doctor's guilt over the Silurian/Human conflicts they've witnessed, but I don't need to. Because every single Silurian centered episode written in the new era is from Chris Chibnall. And you can feel the sad knowledge of Classic Who spill through. He KNOWS how many times the Doctor has fucked up with the Silurians (about 8 times in television format. And it's rough everytime. Rough.) and he writes those episodes like an apology on behalf of the whole human race. And the Doctor. You know why people are put off by Warriors of the Deep? 5 releases a gas that melts the Silurians. And though it's cheesy, the idea and execution is still horrible.

Add to that if the Doctor hadn't stopped to check the crack, then Rory wouldn't have waited and been around to be shot then absorbed by the time crack.

Power of Three: An entire episode about how the Doctor has a problem slowing down and really taking account of the lives of their companions.

Dinosaurs on a Spaceship: The Doctor actually tries to be responsible and pick the right people for a job. For once. But gets angry when they realize it's too late and there's another bunch of Silurians they failed to save. Classic!

Like I said, if you can't see the pattern, you're not paying enough attention to your responsibilites.

Which leads me to the why.

When you fly around time and space for thousands of years, you develop a few duties of care along the way. In every situation, you're the oldest. Technically the only adult in terms of experience. You have a responsibility to act a little less rude and be a bit more aware than needing cue cards to tell you that you should be sad about things around you. And that's the purpose of 13. She's unlucky but learning. Like 12 telling himself something with his face he couldn't say out loud, 13's instincts are leading her to a new place for the Doctor: being a caring, responsible person. Not so much laughing hard or running fast, but being kind. It's the one thing they recognized as a problem in themselves when seeing 1. Being a Doctor is about being kinder than that. Just because you HAVE to saw someone's leg off, that doesn't mean you can't wait a little and comfort them before you do it.

You wanna know what gave me every faith in Chibnall showrunning Doctor Who? 13 staying for Grace's funeral.

Do you understand how unprecedented that is? This is the same person who never said Goodbye to Jo Grant as she got married and fucked off into the night. The same Doctor who said, "I don't do domestic.", did it with Rose a regeneration later, and then closed himself off to everyone but a married couple he felt guilty about who ended up birthing his wife. Have you any idea the number of funerals the Doctor should have the common decency to sit through? This many.

So for 13 to stay around for the death of a woman she has only just met and not only that, BUT call out Ryan's father for not doing the same, it shows tremendous character growth. It's taken millennia but they're still changing.

Something similar happens with Rosa and The Witchfinders. Realizing that there a lot of companions who have been in situations that are sometimes worse than aliens, but they still manage to make it through. So she needs to buck it up and persevere for everyone else.

That's where her anger comes from, and really it's one of my favorite traits on her. It reminds me of 7. Someone impossibly old and impossibly kind saying to hell with it and at least having some fun with the evils who drag us through the universe. And just like Cartmel planned for 7, 13's past will come to haunt her.

That's where children come in. Most of us are crying babies to the Doctor.

There's this thing you notice most in British shows about answering the question directly as asked. Someone says "Are you sure?", you answer "Sure". That's a direct acknowledgement that you heard the question, understood it, and processed it enough to respond in a manner directly correlating to the question asked. Yas and Graham got it and said "Sure" but Ryan missed it and said "Deffo". This is like Elliot with the headphones. The Doctor should have immediately been like, "Okay, Ryan, it's obvious that you're still dealing with the trauma of your grandmother's death and probably not processing things on a logical level. I said "Are you sure?" Not "Are you deffo?" Because we are most definitely not deffo, Ryan. Graham, you wanna help here?"

I'm being sarcastic for points sake but you understand the idea. The Doctor knows better and has a responsibility as such. She should've really sat down with Ryan and Graham and seen if there was a better way to process their grief.

Because I'm fairly certain that "Deffo" is gonna lead to Ryan's death and Graham's cancer resurging as time cancer (I don't know what time cancer is. I just know it's bad.)

And that is gonna piss Yas off. Which will give you all that character you think she's missing (she isn't. Her character is in her subtleties and silences.). That's WHY her character is a police officer (like how does no else see that the man who wrote Broadchurch wrote an inspector character companion?) Imagine you're Yaz and you see the Doctor flying around in a big, magic box that says POLICE. As a fellow officer, you're gonna expect some basic safety protocols.

Like do a background check on everyone flying in the TARDIS to know whether they're stable enough (mentally, physically, emotionally) for time and space travel. It's no picnic. These people are going to go through hell. A little vetting and planning like Time Heist or Dinosaurs on a Spaceship goes a long way.

Secondly, full fucking disclosure.

"Oh. I can't die because I change my body. Oh. I have arch enemies that will try to kill and torture us any chance they get. Oh. My home planet is full of the biggest assholes in the universe and I'm including my arch enemies."

Third, police like to do this thing called "check-ups" where they go back to the scene of the crime in order to see if there is any more information that can be gleaned which you might not notice when you are busy running around trying not to be killed... Like, the Doctor has the perfect machine to do this with, but nope. Adventure done, run to the next place!!

These are all things you'd expect any reasonable person to do and say when taking others flying off into time and space and "helping". Even if they are an idiot passing through and learning. Especially when you consider the Doctor is vastly older and more experienced than everyone they encounter. They SHOULD know better. And they've got the lifespan to slow down. It's not like they need to be in a hurry because they're going to die at any moment like humans. The Doctor could easily stay for tea and it would be less than a drop in their lifespan.

Now, as usually is the case when I make these theories, I have a parts 1,2,3,4 and 6. There's allways this 5th piece I miss but I manage to get at the end.

But the 6th piece is the Timeless Child. The Doctor isn't a Time Lord anymore. They're not beholden to those people and ideas anymore. Even moreso, those people basically raped her childhood for their own gain so it's not like you'd really listen to them and their "policy of non-intervention".

I'm sensing a coming Trial of a Time Lord season (even believing these two seasons are the opening statement and preliminary evidence of the trial itself) wherein the Doctor finally gets the turnaround 6 deserved. A Trial of the Time Lords, if you will.

"In all my travels through time and space I have battled against evil, against power-mad conspirators. I should have stayed here! The oldest civilization: decadent, degenerate and rotten to the core! Power mad conspirators? Daleks, Sontarans, Cybermen — they're still in the nursery compared to us! Ten million years of absolute power: that's what it takes to be really corrupt!"

This is what it's all coming down to. Chibnall's takedown of the Time Lords. And The Master is going to play the most crucial role of all.

They're going to be revealed as an Ux alongside the Doctor and show how the only constants they have in this universe are each other and it's about damn time they work together and tell these high collars to eat Schitt while they explore every star and planet they can find.

Come on, the episode is called The Timeless "Children". If it was just the Doctor it'd be called "The Timeless Child". The Master says as much with the misdirect line, "built on the lie of the Timeless Child." since we see two kids playing in that flashback.

"Since always. Since the Cloister Wars, since the night he stole the moon and the president's wife, since he was a little girl. One of those was a lie, can you guess which one?"

Now we know which one was a lie, we know the Master HAS known the Doctor since they were a little girl. THAT little girl...

But this is all just speculation. It's not like Chris Chibnall could have been thinking about this for the past 40 years and was given a blank slate to do whatever he wanted for five years on his favorite TV show. If y'all want to think he took those reigns and is choosing to make things worse...

Well then you don't know much about responsibility.

I'll let the man himself tell you about it.

"Very early in my career,” says Chibnall, “someone told me that you learn more from a failure than you do from a success. And then I lived out that phrase for a year in Los Angeles. I learned that I would not work that way again or be put in that situation again.” The essential lesson was: “You either have to be in total control of a show or working with people who share your vision and will work with you to achieve it. Also, never work with 13 executive producers.

“Camelot was the classic case of too many cooks. It wasn’t a harmonious set-up and I think that does manifest itself on screen.

“I had a fantastic cast but you have to be free to tell the story you want to tell in the way that you want to tell it. What ended up on screen was not what I wanted and so it is a blemish on my CV.”

Credit to @thirteenthdoc

“You immortals - so entitled, so spoiled. You never clear up after yourselves and you always leave stuff lying around.” - Thirteenth Doctor in Can You Hear Me?

[caranfindel]

Fic: Flies in the Vaseline

gen, preseries | about 1700 words | PG-13 for language | characters: dean winchester, john winchester, sam winchester | warnings: gratuitous use of second person

Synopsis: The best hunters don't smoke. Inspired by a Tumblr post (waves to @road-rhythm​)

. . . . . . .

The first time your father caught you smoking, you braced for impact, literally and figuratively. You half expected him to smack the cigarette out of your lips. You definitely expected an angry lecture. But he just looked at you, so calm it was almost scary.

"That's not your first one," he finally said. "How often are you doing that?"

Emboldened, you finished the cigarette in one long, last draw, tossing it onto the asphalt and grinding it out with the tip of your boot. "Not a lot. Not every day. Just… sometimes."

"Mmm hmmm." He was still unnaturally calm. "You think that's a good idea?"

You swallowed a laugh at the possibility that smoking might be what got you in the end, rather than a claw or a fang. "I'm not letting it get out of hand," you said.

"Oh, so you think you've got a handle on it." Ah, there it was. That patented John Winchester attitude, disappointment garnished with a dollop of sarcasm. And it pissed you off.

"Yessir, I think I do. I don't think one cigarette to help me relax every once in a while is going to hurt me." Not any more than the constant infusion of Jack Daniels is hurting you, you wanted to point out, but you were not stupid enough to say that out loud.

He stared at you a little bit longer. Maybe thinking you're old enough to make your own decisions, but more likely thinking you dumbass, I don't even know what to do with you. Finally he said "All right, if you think you've got this situation under control, let's see how that works out for you. But don't let Sam see you doing it. You know how the kid looks up to you."

You replayed every word in your mind, looking for the command. It wasn't there. "So you're not telling me to stop?"

"Would it matter if I did?"

That felt like a trap, and you didn't answer.

He didn't mention it again, and didn't see you smoking again, until a couple of months later. You'd successfully cleaned out a pack of ghouls with some friends of his (no, not friends, associates; John Winchester didn't really make friends), and when Ripley pulled out a Marlboro and then waved his pack at you, you took one. Your father watched and scowled and didn't say a word.

But later, when you were in the car for the long drive back to the motel, something clicked. Or snapped. Because you were almost eighteen years old, you'd been hunting monsters since you were barely old enough to jack off, you were younger than all the guys you'd hunted with tonight and still better than most of them, and you'd just killed your first ghoul. And he didn't say good job, Dean or I'm proud of you or anything. He just bitchfaced about your smoking. And you'd had enough. You drank like a man and fucked like a man and hunted like a man and you weren't going to hide cigarettes from your Daddy like a little boy any more.

You reached into your jacket pocket and pulled out the half-empty pack that had been stashed in there for a couple of weeks. And this time you didn't expect it at all, so you jumped when your father slapped the cigarette out of your hand.

"Not in my car," he snapped.

"Jesus, Dad," you said, embarrassed. "Chill out. All you gotta do is ask."

"No, I don't have to ask," he growled. "I'm telling you. Not in my car."

A couple of miles went by before he spoke again. "Dean," he said, "I know you're going to do what you want to do, when I'm not around. I just want to make sure you're making an informed decision. You know what smoking is going to do to you, right?"

"What," you said, "give me lung cancer? Like I'm gonna live long enough to worry about that?"

He sighed. "Yes, I do hope you live long enough to worry about that. But I'm not talking about lung cancer. I'm not talking about long term. I'm talking about right now. The way it affects your lungs. Do you think shortness of breath is an advantage for a hunter?"

"Didn't seem to hurt Ripley."

"Oh, Ripley." His lip curled. "So that's your goal, then? To be as good a hunter as Ripley?"

You wanted to scream that it was so fucking unfair, that you'd done every goddamn thing the man ever wanted. That you were already better than Ripley and most other hunters and the world wasn't going to end if he loosened the reins just the tiniest bit. You wanted to ask him if he was ever going to be satisfied, if you were ever going to be enough.

You didn't. You tucked the half-empty pack back into your pocket and rode silently back to the motel.

. . .

And now it's the next morning. There's no post-hunt day off, no downtime, as usual. Your father barks a reveille at o'dark thirty, and by the time the sun comes up you're shivering on an empty high school football practice field. Sam peers up at you through messy bangs, silently questioning. You shrug.

"Sam?" Dad asks. "How fast can a black dog run?"

Sam looks pleased that today's training includes a mental component, since that's the only way he ever comes out on top. "They've been clocked at twenty miles an hour," he says. "Maybe up to twenty-five. For short bursts, anyway. Not long distance."

"So let's say twenty miles an hour. Convert that to yards per second."

Sam gives him a puzzled look, then closes his eyes and furiously calculates in his head. "Um… ten. Almost ten yards per second."

"Good job." Sam practically glows in the wake of Dad's faint praise. "Okay, Dean, your turn. Couple laps around the field. Fast."

Fine. You sprint down the field, legs and arms pumping, watching Dad and Sam out of the corner of your eye. They're still standing at the edge of the field, talking. Well, Dad's talking. Sam is listening. Your brother reaches out to high-five you as you pass. The little shit's in a good mood after getting to show off his mathlete skills.

You circle the field again, fast, because you're not going to give the old man a reason to bitch at you, to give you the disappointed turned-down mouth and the narrowed you've failed me eyes. At the end of your second lap you pull up, sweaty and out of breath, ignoring the stitch in your side.

Your father gives you an enigmatic smile. "You doing okay, son?"

"Yessir."

"All right. Stay here for a sec." He puts his hand on Sam's back and steers him down the field. "Here's the scenario," he calls, when they stop. "Your brother's 30 yards away from you. His leg is broken, so he can't run. And there's a black dog 40 yards away from him, about to pounce. You're out of ammo, so you have to take it down with a knife. So you've got to get to Sam before the black dog does."

Forty yards. Four seconds. Motherfucker.

He looks at his watch and barks "go!" and for a moment you think you might be able to do it. Maybe if you'd already been in motion, you would have had a chance. But you can't sprint forty yards in four seconds from a standstill. You just can't. Even if you hadn't been out of breath to start with, it would have been difficult. You're still almost ten yards away when your father grabs Sam from behind. Sam shrieks with laughter (it's a happy noise, you tell your panicky lizard brain, a happy noise, goddammit) and his skinny legs go flying as Dad spins him away from you, out of reach.

You pull up and lean over with your hands braced on your knees, acting like you're stretching, because you don't want to look up into your father's smug smile.

"Okay, Sam," he says, "your turn. Two laps. Go."

When your brother is out of hearing range, you straighten up and try to force yourself to breathe normally. When you can speak, it comes out in short bursts.

"You know that's… a bunch of crap… right?"

"What's that, son?" he says mildly, his eyes following Sam down the field.

"The smoking's got nothing to do with… with me being out of breath right now… I hardly smoke at all… it takes me the better part of a month to finish a pack… and that's gonna bring me down like, one percent, tops… and me reducing my lung capacity by one percent isn't gonna affect anything… I couldn't have got to him in time… smoking or not."

"That's true," he says, turning to you. "Sometimes even a hundred percent isn't enough. And most days, it won’t matter. Most days, ninety-nine percent is going to do the job. But one day you're going to need a hundred percent. And you never know when that day's gonna come, Dean. So, is tomorrow gonna be a ninety-nine percent day? Are you ready to bet your life on it? My life?" He turns to look at Sam, loping back up the field toward you. "His life? Something happens to him, it's gonna be bad enough knowing you couldn't have stopped it. How's it gonna feel knowing you could have?"

You don't have an answer for that, but your father's not waiting for one. "Sam!" he yells. "Kick it into gear the rest of the way! You're in a sprint, not a marathon!" Sam ducks his head and runs, slender arms and legs frantically churning as if something dark is snarling at his heels.

. . .

(Tonight, in your nightmares, you'll be unable to breathe, running slow and sluggish like you're pushing through chest-deep water, like you’re drowning in Vaseline. You'll watch helplessly as Sam falls, screaming, taken down by something dark, something snarling, something hungry with fangs and claws. You'll wake with a pained gasp and flush the last of the cigarettes down the toilet. You’ll spend half an hour silently watching your little brother sleep, still hearing him scream your name. And you'll know you're a failure, you let everyone down; you can never, will never be enough. )

(And the next day, you’ll go out and try anyway.)

~ ~ ~ ~

The title is from Vasoline by Stone Temple Pilots, but the actual product is spelled Vaseline and therefore I insist on spelling it that way.

[yoonia]

Sorry it took me so long to come gush to you about part 20 of About Time after I read it. I got so busy and wanted to wait until I had time to reflect and say all the things I wanted to since so wasn't immediately responding.

Getting to finally get a glimpse of Yoongi in her present life was so awesome! The interaction at her job made me feel like they're going to naturally hit it off and become good friends again. I'm so worried for him with how it seems he's got a lot stacked against him currently.

I was so excited to see that Jungkook showed up for her surgery. Regardless of what's happened between them that really shows how much he cares even if he's got a fucked up way of showing it. He's trying and that counts for so much, even if not enough. Credit where due, right? I'm swooning at the gesture of repeatedly getting her her favorite flowers without needing the gratification of her time or trying to get back together in return. Its another thing that I feel really shows how much he cares even if he does fuck up a lot.

So since the beginning of this story where she freaks out upon first "entering" her present life because she "lost him" (Jimin) I have been terrified. I'm so afraid of the day when/if there's ever a chapter about him losing his battle against his cancer. It's going to break me down. I love this Jimin so much and how he loves her so selflessly and so much. When he wasn't around for a bit I was afraid if had happened I sighed in relief irl when he showed up. Everybody deserves to be loved the way Jimin loves her.

I'm so worried over her surgery and what awaits on the other side of it. Having the perspective of the person going into a surgery was a very interesting thing to read. The perspective of this story and the way it's written is one of my favorite things about it. It feels so personal, like a conversation with a beloved friend.

Speaking of beloved friends, the friendship between the main character and Tae is one of my favorite aspects of this story. I appreciate the way he's been there for her with no hesitation the entire time and how he's trusted her word on their other life and even taken it into consideration with how he handles himself in this one. I love that they're both willing to acknowledge that mistakes tore them apart before and actively strive toward not letting that happen again and making sure the other knows how valued they are.

Every character in this story is so beautiful, even the ones I didn't get around to rambling about, both oc's and other BTS members, and I genuinely hope they all find a way to grow and be happy. They all deserve it.

Thank you for the love and effort you've put into this masterpiece. I know it's not always easy. 💙

I’m sorry for taking the time to reply to this. I have been pretty overwhelmed with a lot of things at home and I wanted to wait until I can respond properly :) 

One of the challenges that I’ve had with this story is interlacing the story timeline between two different periods of time. I’ve waited for the scene with Yoongi to happen for awhile already and I’m glad that I can finally show it. We’ve seen how Yoongi and OC’s bond on the previous life managed to fill in what she had lost from losing Taehyung in the past, and now we’ll see how that bond will change with Taehyung still present in her life. It was the fact that Yoongi had faced a lot of hardship in his life before meeting OC that had allowed them to bond. While she had come late in his life in the previous timeline to help him through it, we are seeing them meeting pretty early in this timeline and we’re going to see how much it would change everything. 

Going on forward from here, we’ll be getting into an emotional ride which is going to involve both Jimin and Jungkook. So I think we’re going to have to hang on tighter than before haha 

I have to be honest that writing her bond with Taehyung on the present life has been my favourite part to write about. in the past, they had a fallout because both of them refused to listen to one another, while they are now acting like each other’s conscience after knowing what would have happened if they turn their backs on the other. 

I’m pretty happy with the decision of writing this story with this style. It’s really different compared to the other fics that I’ve written, but I feel like it’ll be more interesting to see everything unfolding by being inside our OC’s mind and looking through her eyes, placing the readers right into the scene. I guess it makes it even more personal that way compared to if I had written this in the second person pov. 

Thank you so much for this sweet feedback. Reading through this really made me happy. Comments like this one have always been the motivation that I ever need to continue this story and I just want to thank everyone who has been supporting me with this one :)