#oh my god they won't listen to ANYONE's concerns about anything

[the-force-awakens]

*banging pots and pans together* I FUCKING HATE THE NEW REPUBLIC

[fictionlovingnerdgirl]

Can I request Scott summers x reader where he has a very intense infatuation with the reader

The Red Means I Love You

A/N: Hello there, this is my first time doing something like this so I hope it turns out okay, I couldn't think of a name so I decided to just do song lyrics. I hope that's okay, and if anyone has any better name ideas do tell me!! Oh and I'm tiptoeing around using "Y/N" cause I'd rather die 💀

Warnings: Cursing, intense infatuation over the reader, obsessive thoughts, etc.

Scott felt like he was going insane, he hadn't even properly met them yet but he was going crazy over them. The way their hair fell, the way they walked, the way they teased, oh God.

Jean was gonna have his head for this one, sure they broke up, but she got weird when others flirted with him. How would she react to him showing interest in someone else? At this point he barely cared, they were all in the kitchen together. Him, Jean, Logan, Storm, Hank, and you. Talking about stories from the field, near death experiences, missions gone wrong, all that fun stuff.

You were wearing a cute set of pajamas, the pants had their X logo on the side, and the shirt was a yellow that complimented your- Damn it this was gonna get him caught. He could already see Jean's eyes flicker to him and her face lacing in suspicion.

"So I was on my way back to the jet, right? And right before I got there I heard this noise, I looked behind me and- Scott do you remember this?" You look his way and it's like his whole world was shaking, and he was too if he was being honest.

"Uh- yeah, yeah I do." He says, trying to reel himself back into reality, but your eyes were dancing around his face and he felt like he couldn't breathe. But then you smile at him and he lets out a breath of air he didn't know he was holding. His hands are a bit shaky but he's crossing his arms so you don't notice. You won't notice.

"Yeah, I turn around and I go to attack and I see Scott-" they laugh, everyone in the room is listening intensely to you and Hank was leaning into the island across from you, too close. "And I swear I almost took his head off, I didn't know it was him I swear!" They laugh like an angel "Tell them Scott!" You smile, turning towards Scott and tilting your head. Scott could never ignore you, he would do anything for you.

"I believe you." he laughs and smiles back at you, he feels like someone spiked his drink but he knew it wasn't possible. You have that effect, he guesses. As the others start talking and taking their turns telling wild stories he realizes your eyes don't fall from him, you're still looking at him, taking him in.

His face heats up and he rearranges his stance under your gaze, swallowing and looking around at everyone else but his eyes fall back to you almost immediately. You're making little glances at everyone around you, but he can tell you're focused on him. And it's driving him crazy, do you know he's looking at you? Is he being weird?

"Scott, Scott are you listening?" Jean groans, making him jump a little, turning to look at her. "Yeah sorry, sorry. I just have a headache."

But Jean doesn't buy it, instead studying his face and reaching into his mind. "Whatever, Scott. Have fun with your little crush." She rolls her eyes and walks out of the room, giving an awkward feel to the air. Before he notices your eyes on him again, concerned, confused, and mesmerizing once again.

"Sorry, guys I- I don't know what that was about." he knew. "It's alright Scott, I should get going anyway, goodnight guys!" Hank nods and waves before walking away. After awhile a few others leave, obviously the mood was brought down. Damn it, you were probably next.

You watch Scott, and after a while you go to the fridge, bringing him a drink. "So, Summers." You take a drink from your drink, licking your lips after, he can't help but watch everything you do. "Wanna explain that?" Oh. No. He can't explain that, if he did she would be calling him a stalker or something.

"Uh, I don't know what you're talking about." Good one Scott, just play stupid. But then you do that thing, the small tilt of your head to signal your confusion. Pretty pretty pretty.

"Whatever you say, Summers. See you tomorrow." You sigh and look him up and down before turning to leave. And he just watches you through his red tinted glasses. Anything else would just end.. Badly for him.

[krispycreamcake]

hihi could u do sakamaki with like a former (or current!) idol s/o? also i LOVED your x reader fic i think ive read it like 3 times 😭😭

From author: OH MY GOD THANK YOUUUUU I APPRECIATE THIS SM

Sakamaki brothers with an ex idol s/o

Shu Sakamaki

🎻- I don't imagine he's the type to keep up to date with pop culture or any celebrities nowadays. He'll know some mainstream artists simply for the fact that he literally can't avoid hearing about them

🎻- Unless your music is suuuper popular, he has no idea who you were

🎻- Now depending on why you stopped being an idol, this could be a good thing since he wouldn't recognize you and have assumptions about you

🎻- Now on the off chance that he DOES know who you are, he'll either tease/make fun of your style of music or compliment you

🎻- I beg, do not take his mean girl bs to heart, this man listens to classical music, he of all people shouldn't be judging anyone's music. Ever

🎻- He'll definitely ask you to sing for him just so he could hear your vocal range (perhaps for other reasons than just curiosity)

🎻- Now when he does inevitably realize you were an ex idol, his immediate question is why'd you stop even though he won't voice it

🎻- He'll be glad that you told him as it relieves him of the hassle of getting in your personal business

🎻- As your boyfriend, his top priority is keeping you alive and safe, and trust that he knows how creepy fans can be. Which is why when you're out in public, he makes sure to always know where you are 24/7, keep your face covered with either a scarf or a hat or even his chest

Reiji Sakamaki

☕️- I'm sorry to all you Reiji fans out there, but his top concern is the fact that you both are involved romantically

☕️- Now I'm not saying he doesn't want to be in a relationship and all that, but similar to Shu he knows how obsessive fans can get and is slightly worried that because of that, you'll eventually find out who or what he truly is

☕️- And the only reason I say this, is because of the influence his father has due to how well known he is throughout Japan, and if anyone were to connect the dots and realize that Reiji was his son, with sufficient research, certain things mightn't add up (well that's his biggest fear at least)

☕️- If anything, he's proud that you were able to make something of yourself with your musical talent unlike a certain someone

☕️- The obvious question is why you stopped being an idol, and not like his brother, he'd outright ask you what happened

☕️- He'd do his own research on you and wouldn't even realize that he's spent about an hour and a half looking at fan pages of you and your official website

☕️- When he does realize however, he'd get slightly embarrassed by the fact that he was infatuated by a screen version of you when he has the real you at his fingertips

☕️- If you didn't tell him you used to be an idol and he had to find out on his own, he'll think you're hiding other important parts of your life from him and he'd have a bit of an issue trusting you

Ayato Sakamaki

🏀- Yours truly is dating and idol?? Of course he's bragging to his brothers any chance he gets

🏀- Jokes about how you meeting him was destiny since he wouldn't like his s/o being fawned over by the entirety of Japan

🏀- Asks you about your experiences as an idol, like if you ever had any creepy fan interactions, your type of fan base, how dealing with your managers used to be

🏀- Just know that both Ayato and Reiji are on their s/o's wiki page late up at night (day?)

🏀- Is honestly in love with your stage costumes and absolutely adores your choreography (I have a small hc that ayato can breakdance so he has an appreciation for modern dance styles)

🏀- Gets extremely jealous and annoyed that you used to be shipped with any other pop idols

🏀- Remember that wiki page thing I mentioned earlier? Yeah he'll see the recommended search being "Are your name and random idol dating?" And literally never recover

🏀- "Who do those bastards think you belong to? Ore-sama's your one true match so those other fuckers can piss the hell off!"

🏀- Badly imitates your performances as a means to make fun of you but you always end up laughing with him by the end of it and even joins him

Laito Sakamaki

🃏- He probably knew you were an idol before you did honestly

🃏- Okok jokes aside, he knows who you are and if you think you can lie to him about it, he WILL find a way to contradict you in your own lie

🃏- Honestly, he sometimes even listens to your music

🃏- Laito pegs me as the type of guy to let all your fans know who you belong to

🃏- BEFORE YOU BLOW MY HOUSE UP, yes, I am aware that that's more Ayato's schtick

🃏- But hear me out, if you were Laito and you were dating a super hot, super talented ex idol, would you not leave hickeys in places all their fans could see?

🃏- Think of all the drama you could cause, hearing all their futile guesses on which famous idols could have done it

🃏- He would have a fielddddd day with you, listening to all the gossip about the kind of person you are when he knows none of it is true

🃏- Like all others, he's painfully aware of how weird and obsessive fans can get, so he takes time out of his day to scour the sketchiest of accounts making sure none of your private info is leaked

🃏- He follows you around like a lost puppy just to make sure you aren't idolnapped

🃏- Genuinely sings your songs really well and has at home duets with you

Kanato Sakamaki

🧸- I don't think he keeps up with pop culture THAT much, but he knows general artists

🧸- When he finds out who you are (if you decide not to tell him) he would be pissed ngl

🧸- It's not like he's just a random stranger that you just met, you're supposed to love him and trust him with any and everything

🧸- He'll probably ask you to do some dark twisted thing to prove yourself to him

🧸- He's so in love with your style, like he WISHES you were still an idol so he could sew your outfits

🧸- Actually scratch that, he still makes them for you when you need to do a random ad that a company paid you to do

🧸- He treats you as his own personal mannequin

🧸- From hair, to clothes, to makeup, to nails, he'll do it all

🧸- He asks you to sing with him and it's become his favourite activity

🧸- Sitting on the balcony edge at night with no one to disturb the both of you as his hand cradles yours, your both voices singing in absolute harmony, he physically cannot get enough

🧸- "Mother would make me sing until my vocal chords bled, I doubt you had to do anything as extreme, right doll? Besides, I'm the only one who should be causing you pain."

Subaru Sakamaki

🥀- I know he doesn't look like it, but he's very up to date with pop culture

🥀- He could spot you instantly in a crowded room

🥀- Yes, he's one of your biggest fans ever

🥀- He literally knows the lyrics to most of your songs and would sing them at karaoke

🥀- If you don't mention that you're an ex idol, he'd be glad since that gives him less of an opportunity to embarrass himself

🥀- Stays up thinking about how he's literally dating his idol

🥀- This however makes him wayyyy more of a tsundere than he already is

🥀- He'll act like he knows absolutely nothing about you but somehow knows your favourite colour, animal, food and whether you prefer coffee or tea

🥀- Yeah he will pretend he's never heard of you before but you'll soon catch on when you hear him humming one of your songs when he doesn't think anyone's around

🥀- The only person that can confirm your suspicions are Shu since it wouldn't be the first time this has happened

🥀- Once everything was out in the open, he'd slowly become just a tiny bit more confident in himself and ask the age old question "Why did you quit?"

🥀- Gets jealous with how many of your fans are freaks that make thirst edits of you

🥀- Please reassure him that he's enough for you

🥀- When you're dating a literal pile of talent, you begin to second guess yourself

[myfanfic-urfantrash]

(Shakes in seat) Oh my god alpha Luocha is such a delicious idea to think about. He's soooo picky about choosing his mate that when he finally finds The One(tm), he'll latch onto them so hard but not in a clingy way. More like, always pulling their attention towards him, making sure that he's one of the first few (if not the only) people that they call for assistance, making it clear to them how special they are in his eyes etc. He'll also probably study what kind of person they likes and slowly change himself to fit their ideal type so they'll be attracted to him if they aren't already.

Dbsknskdndjd I love this man so much I want him so BADLY (emotionally, physically, in game :')

I like the way you think! :D

cw: omegaverse

Alpha Luocha definitely tries to monopolize their time and attention. His witty comments, flowery flirts, and genuine concern all draw them towards him like a moth to a light. He's understanding, kind, and willing to help them at any moment so of course they'll seek him out over anyone else when they're in trouble as he won't judge them, lightly tease, but wouldn't genuinely judge them for anything they need help with.

He does his best to make them feel special by listening to everything they have to say and turning his focus to whatever they might be interested in. He looks out for them as well by scenting them if they approve and walking them to where they need to go if it's especially dangerous like at night. If they let him around them during their cycles he's not making any moves to make them uncomfortable, he'll keep his hands to himself and get them whatever they need even if he's drunk on their scent.

They honestly feel a bit overwhelmed by how genuine he is that they might think he's out of their league. But of course with his flirts in their direction it's hard to mistake his attention as anything but true attraction to them.

He does study what sort of person is their ideal type but doesn't start changing himself for them until he notices they aren't taking his words and actions seriously. His changes are subtle, just enough that they notice that he's a bit kinder today, or he's especially handsome this day and that's the point. He wants them to notice him more bit by bit until their focus is on him entirely and by then they've already fallen for him.

[deadbydangit]

Oh my god! You have delivered! >////<

Any chance you could do Ghost Face and Pyramid Head with an injured S/O who is in pain? As in, injured?

I am so glad you're doing more than one killer. I can feel myself building an attachment to Pyramid Head haha <3

I'm so glad my writing is making everyone so happy. I'm going to add a few more characters to this. Please enjoy!

With an injured Reader

Ghostface, Pyramid Head, Mastermind, Cannibal

Ghostface

Ha! Dumbass.

He's going to tease the shit out of you first.

How'd you get hurt doing that?

And he will point and laugh.

That's just who he is.

You can't change that.

He doesn't have much medical knowledge, but he's got the basics.

If it's really serious then he'll show a lot more concern.

He doesn't have enough confidence in his first-aid abilities to fix this.

Sally!

No Herman. Fuck off!

He's not going to attempt to fix that.

He knows he'll just make it worse.

He's actually really scared too.

"Don't worry. Sally's going to patch you up."

But his voice is shaking.

He's going to be holding onto you so tight that he might hurt you more.

He doesn't mean it.

Sally's going to kick him out.

Once he's able to see you, he's going to dote on you.

You won't ever have to lift a finger.

"Don't worry babe, I won't let it ever happen again. I'll protect you."

Pyramid Head

Oh dear.

His poor angel.

You come stumbling in all bruised and bloody and he's immediately running to pick you up.

He can't speak to console you, but he'll pet your hair gently.

He's surprisingly calm.

Perhaps he's just so used to finding people injured that he knows panicking will only do more harm than good.

He has no medical knowledge, so he's probably going to take you to Sally.

Herman may offer, but your boy isn't stupid. He knows Herman would intentionally make things worse.

He's patient and he knows not to interfere.

Sally knows what she's doing.

More so than him anyways.

He trusts her.

After, he'll listen to all the information given and follow all instructions to a T.

He will tend to your wounds, change your bandages, feed you, get you anything you might need.

He's very attentive, if not borderline smoothering.

It pains him to see you brutalized.

You don't deserve this.

Whatever or whoever hurt you will never do so again.

Because he's already destroyed them.

No one should dare hurt his angel.

Mastermind

"Have you learnt your lesson?"

"How did you manage to hurt yourself in that manner?"

He's used to giving orders.

And sometimes giving orders meant not being very nice or sympathetic.

If it's nothing serious, he'll be rather irritated unless it was something completely unavoidable.

But, he doesn't realize you aren't him and can't dodge or withstand the damage he can.

If it's something serious, you'll find yourself in his arms faster than you can see him move.

"Who did this?"

"How did this happen?"

Almost like he wants a debriefing.

Again, it's just how he is.

He'll go after the perpetrator at a later time.

After getting information, he'll make quick work of patching you up.

He's very good at it as well.

All those years as an Umbrella scientist and working for S.T.A.R.S. really makes him well suited for drastic situations.

He'll be giving you a steady supply of what you need.

But he won't indulge you as much as the other would.

And only the minimum amount of drugs.

Unless, of course, you want to give Uroburos a try.

Wesker will spend time with you though, you won't have to worry about being alone.

He won't let anyone harm you again.

Until he leaves one day and comes back an hour later soaked in someone else's blood.

"It's been taken care of dear. No need to worry about them any longer. Now rest. I'm here."

Cannibal

Oh no!

You're injured!

Even if it's minor, he'll be rather panicked.

However, he knows how to take care of it.

If it's something simple or you need stitches, he can help.

He took a very feminine role in his household.

So taking care of others comes as first nature.

If it's something big, he's going to need help.

Bubba can't even begin to think about losing you.

He's not the smartest, but he knows Herman won't be helpful.

He'll turn to Sally for assistance.

He'll be a blubbering sobbing mess trying to explain what was happening.

She knows it isn't his fault.

She will have to keep him out when treating you.

He'll be trying to cling onto you the whole time.

Someone is going to have to physically restrain him so he doesn't burst into the office.

Once he gets you back home, he won't leave your side.

Only to get you what you need.

If you want anything, you tell him.

He feels so guilty that he wasn't there to protect you.

One day you'll be sleeping and wake up to your attacker's severed head and a smiling Bubba.

He loves you so much, he killed the person who hurt you and brought you their head.

Just let him have this. He's really trying.

He wasn't there to protect you before, but you won't have to worry about that ever again.

[maiyasuniverse]

I Love You

Bucky X Reader

Angst?Fluff

Summary: You're worried about Bucky.

Bucky and steve had been on a mission for a month, with no contact, sleep, or peace. It felt like you were in hell, not knowing what to expect, no one would talk to you about where and how he was because who really knew, and if they did they wouldn't be able to disclose anything to you.

You found yourself sitting on the couch snuggled up in Bucky's leather jacket, the scent was comforting but didn't calm your nerves or tears. It took about five minutes for you to be full-on sobbing, you had let yourself get attached, you wouldn't admit it but you love him.

The sound of keys fiddling at the door pulled you from your thoughts and out of your seat. Bucky took you to get a gun from Alex's last popup at your place. You sat the gun on your lap after perching yourself on the couch. You were no longer afraid of anything, better yet anyone because you could protect yourself, especially inside your home.

The door opened to reveal an injured Bucky and concerned Steve.

"See, I told you she'd be fine, she was ready to blow our heads off." Steve joked with Buck trying to elicit some kind of reaction.

"Oh, my. Oh, my god, Steve what happened?" You got up from the couch not thinking much about what clothes you were wearing not that you cared at the moment. You helped Steve walk Bucky the rest of the way to the couch, and looked at both of the men. Buck was beaten up pretty bad, you also noted that he hadn't said anything.

"We were cornered, the doctor says he'll be fine. He hasn't said anything to anyone since we've been back. I don't know if he's shocked or if his voice is still gone. All I know was that he wanted me to bring him here. Please, call me if you need help with anything the compound isn't far, any time of the day." You could steves words were sincere, he looked a Bucky with sorrow in his eyes, why, had it been his fault the situation happened? You shook the idea from your head.

Steve had seen himself out of the apartment, and you stood there quietly staring at Bucky. He didn't look back, his face was twisted in pain and you weren't sure what to do.

"Buck, I don't know how to help, I'll do whatever you tell me. I'll even drive all the way to that Mexcian place you like even tho it's across town. I'm so stupid." You began scrambling looking for a pen, for him to write with. You could feel the panic building up throughout your body, your hands shaking, and your breath being heavy.

Bucky's vibranium arm was cold against your skin, it made you slow down.

"Calm down Doll, I'll be fine. Just spend some time with me." You listened to his voice and sat beside him. Holding onto the same hand that pulled you from your attack.

"Wait," you turned to fully look at Bucky. "You're talking?" you couldn't help but laugh and he followed suit.

Your laugh turned into sobs, he held you for a while.

"I thought you died, that's why I was sitting in the dark, crying, in your jacket. Pathetic right."

"You're the first person to ever wait for me, I've never had that. I'm sorry, then steve, I don't know what's been going on with him but he wasn't at his job. We were almost killed, and I could only think about you, I couldn't do that to you. I won't. You're not pathetic, I made a promise to you. I'm never going to die on you. I promise."

"I love you." Your eyes went wide and your hand flew over your mouth.

He just chuckled, "I Love you more Doll."

[starlightshadowsworld]

No because Casey who's grown up with an abusive father figure hearing how Splinter talks to Leo.

About how it's his destiny, how he has to succeed and it doesnt matter who or what he has to sacrifice.

He would lose the rat fear so quickly and march up to him like what the hell man?!

I need Casey having beef with Splinter like who says that to that child?!

Strides up to him enraged.

Everyone is like... What is happening...

"What kind of father are you?! No wonder Leo's so upright when he's got you breathing down his neck. He's hurt, aren't you gonna ask how he is, or is your stupid mission more important than that."

"This matter does not concern you, Casey Jones." Says Splinter.

If anything this makes Casey angrier.

"If it involves my friend than it damn well does. I may not be a ninja, but I won't stand by and let you hurt him."

"I would never hurt my son."

Casey scoffs.

"Just cos your not beating him doesn't mean you ain't hurting him..." He catches Splinter looking at a scared Leo and growls.

"Hey! Don't look at him, look at me. Because I'll be the last thing you ever see if you keep that up."

"Are you threathing me, Casey Jones?"

"Nah a threat means it's all empty words. What im doing is promising you."

"Casey...what's going on?" Asks Leo, standing there with the rest so confused...and on edge.

Casey visibly softens, shoving his hands in his pockets and adopting a calmer more relaxed stance.

He doesn't wanna scare em.

"... Listen man, April says your good people, and I believe her. Red's good people, those kinda people are drawn to each other."

Casey looks at Splinter, unable to keep the snarl out of his voice "but so are us bad people. I go out and bust heads and you talk to your son like he's heading off to fight a war you'll know he'll lose."

"You know nothing of this."

"Your right, I don't. But that look you give him... Hell the look you give Raph when he's mad and you know he can't control it... Reminds me of my old man..."

Casey takes a deep breathe, admiring that to himself internally was hard enough. Saying it outloud was something else.

"And anyone who reminds me of him, is worse than the Shredder himself."

"Dont you dare.. Compare me to him!"

"Why, your both ninja, your using your own kids to fight a war you started between you. You could go stop this whole thing but you won't, instead you put decades of trauma onto your s-ugh!"

He could barely get his words out as he was picked up and slammed into the wall behind him.

"Sensei!"

"Sensei! Father, put him down! Please!"

Splinter looked at Casey with a look Casey couldn't place before dropping him and leaving to his chambers.

Instantly the others jump out of hiding and rush to his side.

"Casey are you okay?! Why would you... Why would you do that?" Said Leo.

"Had to bs said, and I meant that man. Every word." Says Casey with a small smile.

"Thanks.. But you didn't say you were okay?" Says Leo, going into big brother mode.

"Oh this? Nah I'm good, luckily he didn't get my old man's strength." He doesn't see the way they all frown at that.

How Mikey is curled into his side and holding him as much as clinging to him.

How Raph was standing at his side, looking at him like if he looked away he'd vanish.

"... I see well I'm still looking over you anyway. Can't have any more hits to that head of yours." Says Donnie, trying to lighten the mood but still so concerned.

"Heh, sure thing Doc" Casey allows it, for once. If only to calm Donnie's nerves.

"... Casey..."

"Yeah Leo?"

It's unnerving to see Leo look so small... Look his age.

God they were all just kids weren't they?

"I... Your good people too."

Casey didn't know what to say to that. He'd never thought of himself as good, crazy, werid, likely to become the next Arnold Jones...

He almost retorted... But something bout the way Leo looked at him made Casey want to believe him.

"If you say so."

"I do"

Damnit April was right... These weridos were growing on him.

[taralen]

"My girl, I'm here again to continue being sweet. You know, I couldn't help but read you early. There are curious little cherubs wondering what I'm writing to you. This makes me nervous for some reason, but I like this threatening tactic, and you won't stop me from putting more dedication into my letters. You know that you are my source of inspiration. When I close my eyes, I think about how you would be in person, but a description of you is something that I can't define because perfection knows no limits, just like describing your voice, your scent, your skin... Oh God, you're so perfect that I feel insignificant. It's not because I fall into those silly clichés of others, but because when one truly loves another, there is no one else, because our souls harmonize to the tune of the birdsong to become one. Because your concerns, your anger, your needs, they are also mine. I want to learn more about you. I want to know what it feels like to share a walk through the city or a town, pampering you in the smallest detail with sweets or maybe pastries. How about something savory? Do you like being treated like a queen? Well, let me open the door to that restaurant you've been longing to go to. Sit down before I take your seat. Let me show you that I am a gentleman first and let you take the order. Laugh at my formality, but I am happy that you are there. Order whatever you want, my little angel. I am so in love and lost in your eyes that all I want is to join my lips with yours and feel like I've reached heaven. Soft and wet, it's paradise to feel this flutter in my chest. Can I touch them? With a soft and fearful movement, let me run my thumb over them because this sensation is so strong. Why do you let me do it? Not only caressing your cheek, looking into your eyes, you imprison me, you corner me, you've blinded me. My girl, come and take my hand, and let's keep walking through this city or town. We'll laugh at anything, talk endlessly until you get tired. You're ecstatic, and so am I. Don't feel bad when we have to say goodbye. There's always tomorrow and a new day to smile at. I'll kiss your hands as many times as necessary, I'll scare your pain away, and I'll be your handkerchief when your tears fall. My girl, no matter how hard it is, I love you. Together we can overcome that pain. You are strong, you are beautiful, you are a gift that no one can compare to. Can't anyone see how incredible my angel is? She can create unimaginable things that no one can appreciate like I do because she is so misunderstood by many, but for those who get to know her, they can't understand how you do it. Let's dance, my precious, let's dance again and again on this night. Hide your face in my chest, feel my heartbeats, they are for you, don't you see it? It's not a joke. What I would like most is to live in the same place, on the same street, and in your same space. My love is pure. I don't want to hurt you, just listen to what I want to tell you, just a little... Even if we never see each other or hear each other, let this beautiful memory live on of two beings who loved each other through fearless night letters."

LOVE LETTER #8 (Last One So Far)

Received this one from him less than six hours ago...

I was crying so hard through this I couldn't properly draw anymore. I'm sorry... I'm just so moved. I'm not crying from sadness but because I am so so happy.

I think it was (hilariously) a response to the playful Twitter post I made lol:

[lalizah]

1, 2, 3 for NatexLiz // 4,5,6 for MasonxLiz beloveds, please! 🥰 (~agentnatesewell)

Hello lovely!!! Happy to see you here ahhh!

For Nate x Liz:

What, specifically, was the catalyst for their physical attraction (if applicable) to the other character? In other words, what in particular had them like “Oh, they’re...hot...”

For Liz, it was definitely Nate being all charming and not being an ass lol. They started out as friends though, and even if Liz thought he was strikingly attractive, she felt fine being friends and didn't think about it further.

For Nate, it was just general attraction. I think he felt more attracted after the Reveal and how Liz sought him out the most afterwards. Her openness, expressive and easy-going nature drew him in, especially since he struggles with letting someone see all of him.

2. Does this change over time? What things do they find “hot” about their partner after they’ve been together for some time, and have had more time to, well, notice and appreciate?

Nate fell first, and Liz fell harder haha. Liz loves the way everything changes around him, it becomes softer, kinder, and brighter. The way he appreciates things, people, and their experiences. His curiosity and how he listens to her like everything she's saying is absolutely important. The little things he'll do to get closer, to be nearer, and unbeknownst to him, his intoxicating presence, which drives her crazy while his hand on hers keeps her tethered.

Nate finds anything Liz does hot lol. He loves her little rituals with things and feels trusted when she asks him to be with her with things she'd otherwise do alone.

3. By contrast, what was the moment that first made their ~heart~ Soft for the other person? Not necessarily a conscious realization of “I love this person,” but a moment that had them like “Oh…I adore them…”

For Liz, it was when they had the conversation about him leaving before Murphy kidnapped her. She didn't realise how painful not seeing him would be until then. And when they met again at the warehouse, how he missed her just as much as she missed him. She didn't know it was love then, but she also knew that she wouldn't feel this way about anyone else.

For Nate, it was the carnival, where they had their fake date. He knew he wanted more dates, more of just them together.

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For Mason x Liz:

4. Does this change over time? What will always reliably make them melt with how much they adore the other character?

Liz melts when Mason cares and kind of stumbles over showing it lol. She knows he's trying, and it makes her adore him all the more.

Mason loves it when Liz finds ways to make things easier for him. Bringing a mini fan and umbrella in the summer, an extra coat and scarf (he's got his own collection of all of her scarves but he's not returning them anytime soon) when it's cold, evenings spent away from the town and just in nature.

5.How do they consciously realize that they like the other character? Does it take them a while?

Both of them are dumbasses when it comes to love lol. But I think they realise it at the same time, that this isn't just friendship or what they feel for the others on the team, it's more. It's unbearable for Mason to not have Liz at his side and unfathomable for Liz to want anyone but him.

6. How do they react to the realization that they like the other character? Is it an “oh my god I’m never going to think about this again” thing, or are they pretty comfortable with it?

Mason's pretty chill until Felix tells him he actually has to tell Liz, lol. The confession has him worrying a bit (and maybe, even though he won't admit it, the thought that she might not want him the way he wants her) but he's put out of his misery when Liz just confesses. Liz is pretty comfortable with it and definitely happy. She showed up to her daily sparring session with a smile on her face instead of the look of dread and it had Ava concerned and Nat amused.

ahhh these were so fun to answer, thank you for sending them in lovely!

[laladellakang]

dark moon: webtoon 13-17(?)

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dark moon: the blood altar (webtoon ver.) chapter 13-17(?)

there were 49 votes for dara's special friend (the one in enha) and he'll be revealed in this chapter. thank you all for voting!

happy enniversary everyone 🤍 let's hope that i can make another chapter within a couple of hours lmao 

chapter fourteen

"Heli told me that on the night of a lunar eclipse, werewolves fall in love with the first person they see that night," Sooha explained to the vampire 'siblings.' "And that they love that person for the rest of their lives. Isn't that amazing? It's so romantic!"

Dara stayed silent as she listened to Sooha and the guys' exchange. What started off as the vamps shitting on werewolves slowly turned to Sooha's rant on her hatred for vampires.

From awkwardly playing with her hands to tightly squeezing them to the point where a crack could've been heard.

Does she hate us that much? We're not that terrible are we?

Dara painfully thought back to what Sooha said.

We have emotions. I feel hurt right now.

We know what love is. I feel it every day with the group. I love my brothers.

We're not cruel, cold-blooded monsters. You wouldn't have been friends with me if I was.

Vampires aren't the worse. The vampires that you know of don't define us.

Dara couldn't help but squeeze her hand tighter when Heli discarded Sooha's words.

Don't smile like that. Don't say that we understand.

Don't you want to defend us? Say you met a vamp who was nothing like that? No?

I should've kept my distance. I let my feelings influence me.

It hurts. It fucking hurts.

A hand immediately went up to separate Dara's hands and hold it in his.

She let out a breath before sending a grateful smile towards Solon's direction.

She read all these romance novels where the character learns to let go. That no matter how in love they were, sometimes the best decision is to justlet them go.

And it's time for her to start learning. No matter what the others decide to do.

chapter fifteen

"Who cares if we let her down?" Solon crossed his arms. "Are you guys not concerned about let down Dara is? She hasn't spoken a single word," he pointed at the girl who was playing with her fingers.

"It's fine, Solon- we're all grieving in our own ways. I'm not a special case or anything," Dara shifted her legs. "I don't wanna say 'I told you so' but this is why we're meant to stay with each other and only each other."

"But I wanna hang out with Sooha!" Shion pouted.

"Yeah well.." Dara sighed. "Attraction is attraction and you can't really force it to stop," she crossed her arms. "And it wasn't anyone's fault that we felt this way in the first place. I just wish we didn't."

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"HOW IS THAT A PLAN B?!" Solon yelled at his brothers.

"Guys guys- that's too mean," Dara broke it off.

"Thank you!" Solon sighed in relief.

"Instead just use both of us as sacrifice so at least he won't be alo-" a chorus of angry 'no's were shouted.

"I DON'T WANT YOU SACRIFICED! Might as well just be me!" Solon protested.

"We got him boys- Okay! Solon sacrifice it is!"

"Wha- DARA!"

chapter sixteen

(additional scene)

After gifting Sooha the picture, the four wolves noticed Dara entering a room.

Khan looked over at his brothers and found Enzy nodding his head slightly.

"Hey Sooha, I'm gonna head to the bathroom," he pointed his thumb behind him. "I'll be right back."

"Okay!" "Better yet, just don't come back," Sooha and Jaan said at the same time.

Dara could feel a presence as she walked through the hallway. She slowed down her pace before stopping completely.

She let out a shaky breath and turned around to see who it was.

"Oh my God- you scared me so much!" Dara sighed when she saw that it was only the familiar werewolf. "Thank God I didn't start beating you up right away."

"Sorry- I didn't know how else to approach you," he smiled softly. "I wanted to give you this," he revealed a small box in his hand. "Happy birthday."

"Khan, I told you to not get me anything last time," Dara accepted it with a warm smile.

"Does that ever stop me?" he smirked.

He watched as she opened the box and observed the bracelet.

"It's beautiful," she ran a hand through the charms. It was gold with stars and one crescent moon in the middle. The design should be discreet enough for no one to suspect that a wolf was behind it. "Thank you."

"Let me put it on you," there was a silence as Khan was clasping the jewelry on Dara's wrist. He was trying to think of ways to break the news. "I have something to tell you."

"What is it?" she looked up at him to make eye contact.

"During the recent lunar eclipse, I accidentally saw a woman..." he took a deep breath.

"Khan, that's great! You deserve to be with someo-"

"It was Sooha," and that was when Dara's face began to pale.

"Khan..." she spoke up after a few moments.

"I know what you're about to say," he had a determined look on his face. "But I can't let her go."

"If I couldn't be with the girl I fell in love with last time, then allow me to be with this one."

(chapter ends here. sooha finds out that they're vampires in the next chapter)

chapter seventeen

After a small recap, the chapter began with the backstory of Dara and Khan.

A heavily wounded Khan was sat against a building on the street. He was breathing heavily and partially in wolf form.

He had just lost someone very dear to him, and with the injuries and grief, he can't find the will to go on.

He didn't even move when he heard footsteps approaching, despite the fact that he was visibly half animal.

And that it was the night of a blood moon.

He decided to finally look at the person when they kneeled down to inspect him.

Big mistake.

It was a girl.

He started to thrash around, trying to make her step away.

She was a vampire.

He felt his heart grow warm as the inevitable feeling of a wolf falling in love crept in.

His eyes began to water at the thought of his day getting even worse.

Fighting or getting taunted by a vampire was nothing, but he was in love with her, injured and in a vulnerable state- he can't handle this.

"I'm not going to hurt you," she spoke out softly. "Let me help you."

"Get away from me!" he spat out.

"Forgive me-" she said before placing her hand on his cheek cut. He thrashed some more but didn't do much to stop her.

He started to calm down when the sting went away and a cool sensation replaced it.

I was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

I loved Dara.

I loved a vampire.

And I can't be with her.

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"B-but Heli... We-" present Dara doesn't know what to say.

Khan deserves love but, although I hate it, Heli also loves Sooha.

If Sooha hating vampires can't even push Heli away, then he's never gonna give up on her.

"I couldn't fight for you but I'll fight for her," he continued. "I won't let this one go. Not again," he turned around to leave.

"But I'll never stop loving you, Dara. This doesn't change anything for us. Our pack will always protect you."

so solon's the special friend and khan was (well.. kinda still is) in love with dara 🤍

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[imhereforscm]

I hope i am not bothering you by requesting this. (._.)

Can you please write a fic where reader is being comforted by Tauxolouve? She has been feeling numb lately which is effecting her life negatively. As if there is a dull ache in her heart. Thank you

"Stuck"

Genre: comfort

Warnings: none

A/N: You're not bothering me at all, love, don't worry! I'm here whenever anyone wants to open up about anything💖💖 It may seem difficult now, but I promise you, life gets better 💖💖💖💖 I love you SO much!!

The sun was bright, oh, so bright and yet here you were, gloomy like an autumn cloud. You didn't feel like you fit in, in all this carefreeness and all those... Feelings.

You walked beside Tauxolouve down the path between the bushes of the mansion, having escaped the havoc going on inside with all the gods gathered there and looking for some peace, just the two of you.

"Many flowers have bloomed recently." He commented.

You nodded, remaining silent and not making any commentary at all. You didn't mean to sound like you were ignoring him and his presence didn't displease you at all. Quite the opposite, you loved it. But lately a shadow was following you everywhere, along with a heavy load on your sternum. Your breaths were heavy, your chest filled to the brim with an emptiness so overbearing, it drained you. It felt like you were dragging along a metallic ball, cuffed to your ankles and your wrists. You'd walk a few meters and then you'd stop, your mental exhaustion taking a tool on your physical strength as well.

Tauxolouve stopped and you didn't notice him at first, lost in your own dark and dull world as you were.

"My lady?" He said and hearing his voice from behind you, made you aware of the distance between you.

You walked back to him slowly and even that felt like a labour. "I'm sorry, I was... I was thinking." You tried to fake a smile, but you barely formed a straight line with your lips, before it fell apart again.

Tauxolouve showed you the palms of his hands and you got the hint, placing yours on his. He gave you a gentle squeezed and smiled, looking into your eyes and he was concerned at how lifeless they seemed. "You can talk to me if there's something wrong. I won't force you to, but just know that I'm here whenever you feel ready."

You inhaled deeply and then let it back out. Looking around you, nothing sparked a single feeling. The newly bloomed flowers... They were just there. The birds and the butterflies flying around the trees and the bushes... They were mere shapes in the wind and sky. "It's nothing..." Which wasn't entirely a lie. Your chest was filled with nothing. You didn't exactly feel sadness and obviously not happiness or peace. "I'm fine."

Tauxolouve's mouth fell a bit into one of dissatisfaction. He didn't want you to believe he was barging into your heart, but he couldn't bear to see you hurting and struggling all alone. "Want to seat down?"

You shrugged your shoulders and allowed him to lead you to the pavilion of the garden.

A table and two chairs were placed there, the flowers around you offering their fragrance to the breeze and as you sat down, their aroma relaxed you just a bit.

"The mansion is pretty loud today, don't you agree?"

"Yep. All the gods are here." This time, the sentence you uttered was longer, but the voice that spoke it, was low and kind of monotonous. You didn't approve of the way it contrasted against Tauxolouve's peaceful and colorful one. You huffed, the heaviness of your stomach not letting you enjoy even a simple breath.

You felt hopeless, but seeing your god sitting there, ready to listen and let you fall into his arm whenever you felt weak and frail, made you wanna reach out to him, as he seemed to be your only beacon of hope at the moment. At this incredibly dark and dull moment, that if it had a sound, it'd be the sound of a clock, stuck in one specific hour and not moving forward.

"Will you listen to me?"

"Of course, my little lady." He turned his chair to face you properly, its legs grazing the floor of the pavilion as he did. "Talk to me if you desire."

"It's just that..." You swallowed thickly, before continuing, "Lately, I have been feeling numb and it's effecting my life negatively." You took a deep breath and paused, placing your hands on the table and looking down at them.

Tauxolouve's hands joined yours in a tender hold, a little loose in case you wanted to slip away from him at any moment you felt overwhelmed and needed some space.

"It's as if there is a dull ache in my heart and I just cannot seem to lift it..."

Silence ruled between the two of you for some moments, both of you staring down on your intertwined hands. You tightened your fingers around his and he got the signal that you wanted him to hold them tighter as well. And so he did.

Then, he cleared his throat. "Sometimes routine can be overbearing—if routine is the problem! So how about we spice things up a bit, hm?"

"You mean?"

"You can start leaving candies in your pockets and save yourself a nice surprise for when you find them. Or stick a note on your fridge every night before you sleep and say something to the you that's going to read it in the morning. Or..." He trailed off, thinking. "Read a book you used to love. Or a movie and poke awake that feeling of nostalgia." He reached out, tucking some of your hair behind your ear and smiling sweetly at you. "Perhaps a good cry is what you need. Maybe you just want to cry—since you described it as an ache—but something's holding you back. You can even call someone dear to you and tell them that you love them. Feel your love for them and feel theirs for you too. Or you can pick up a new hobby!"

"And what if that doesn't work...?" You said, doubt whispering those words to the back of your mind. "What then? Am I just going to be an empty shell for the rest of my life?"

"No! Absolutely not!" Tauxolouve's eyebrows rose momentarily and then he placed a hand on the top of your head, stroking your hair softly, until his hand relaxed on the back of your head. "There's always a happy ending for us. Sometimes we have to chase it though. But I promise you, you will be happy again. It might seem like it's taking a while, or that the road is too far for you to walk it all, but I assure you, you're getting there!" With his fingers slipping through your hair, he pulled you in and he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "And if it still feels difficult, you can always contact a professional. It sounds scary and overwhelming, but once you find the one that works for you, it's really worth it. They're not scary people and genuinely want to help and give you a bright future. And of course, seeing a therapist is not a shame. They're here to help and that doesn't mean there's anything wrong with you. You're just going through a difficult time, like a lot of people."

"We'll see. I want to see how this escalates first and when I'm ready... If I need to... I'll go..."

"Of course, don't pressure yourself. You know... All this reminds me of myself before I met you. I was empty once too. I didn't have anything to make me happy, I had pushed everything and everyone aside. But now... Now I found my happiness. That's why I'm saying that there's always a happy ending. Maybe not the one we originally expect, but when we actually see it and get to live it... It feels right and irreplaceable."

Tauxolouve snapped his finger and forth came a silver tray filled with tarts so sweet and colorful, you could practically taste them with your eyes. An elegant pitcher with delicious aromatic tea also appeared beside the tray with the treats and two teacups sat on their little plates. "These look wonderful, don't they?"

You nodded, genuienly.

Tauxolouve picked up a strawberry tart and extended it out for you, its sugary scent flying to your nose instantly. "Try one. This one's my favorite."

It may be a long road for you, but you knew Tauxolouve and all the people who loved you deeply won't ever abandon you. There will always be someone waiting for you at the finishing line with a warm hug. No matter how long it may take you to run it all. They are willing to wait, purely because they love you and nothing is pressuring you. You could take your time and heal.

[creedx13]

Professor Priapism

I woke up this morning with an erection. Morning wood, as it's called, is not an uncommon occurrence for most men. Erik had voiced concern but he tends to fuss over me. As I can't feel pain or move much below my waist. He feels guilty too as if he could have saved me from becoming wheelchair bound. I prefer to see it as love rather than guilt. I love him very much, just as I know he loves me.  

 It's been 15 minutes and my little wood issue is starting to itch like pins and needles. Erik was correct. I should have listened to him. I can't spend the whole day with a clipboard in my lap and I'm starting to fear permanent damage. I've read about Priapism after my spinal cord injury; it hasn't been a problem up until now. 

I give my students a study hall period and trust them to study together quietly and peacefully. I quickly wheel myself down to Hank's lab. It's also the school medical bay. Hank is the most brilliant of my former students; he has several PhDs, a medical license and a political career. He is now a colleague and a trusted friend. 

A friend that now has to stick needles in my penis to ensure my genitals don't fall off. God this is embarrassing. We are both mature adults who can handle this with grace and professionalism. But I still clearly remember Henry as a teenager. This makes me feel old. Not to mention perverted. None of this is anyone's fault, but that fact doesn't make me feel better about it.

I sneak into one of the exam rooms and summon Hank telepathically. I am not going to make any more fuss or noise then I have to. I don't want this getting out, kids can be cruel but Logan can be a right ass.

I have no desire to become Professor Priapism. It has alliteration and that makes it catchy. The only people I ever want talking about my penis are either Hank(my doctor) or Erik(my partner and best friend).

Hank came in and quickly shut the door. "Hey ya professor, what seem to be the big emergency then?" I simply move my clipboard onto the exam table. "Oh my, is that a flashlight in your pocket or are you just happy to see me professor?" 

"I'm very happy to see you, I'm pretty sure this is Priapism, it's gone up and won't come down. I definitely need your help. I'm scared I'm going to lose it and I have kids to teach. This is so embarrassing I just want it back to normal before I start getting called professor Priapism because you know how Logan can be. I'm to busy for this shit. Fuck." 

"I hear you, just breathe, stressing will just Make this worse. Let's start by getting your pants off so I can take a look at the problem."

I lift myself up from my chair letting Hank do what he has to. 

"I doubt anyone but us know what Priapism is. If anything the kids would call you professor peepee."

"That is so much worse. Just fix it please."

Hank simply handed me a lollipop

"Try this. It will help calm your nerves."

"I'm not a child."

"Just trust me." 

"You'll want to look away for this part."

I trust him and look away, focusing on eating the lollipop. It actually does help calm me down.

" Let's put some ice on it while I analyse the sample."

Now I'm sitting in my chair with an ice pack in my lap sucking on a lollipop while Hank analyzes my blood under a microscope. I feel really rather silly right about now. At Least I’m feeling a bit better about it.

It didn't take too long for it to return to normal. Hank took my vitals and did a few nerve tests. I haven't got that done in years luckily everything was normal, At Least normal for me that is. The lesson here is that something can feel like a big disaster but turn out just fine with a little attention. That sounded wrong. What I mean is anxiety makes everything feel a lot worse than it actually is. Everything is just fine because that's how you make it. That's what losing the use of my legs taught me. Everything has a solution as long as you chill out about it. As Jubilee would say.

[adrianalinepizza]

We All Fall Down (II)

Part 1 Title : We All Fall Down

Warning: reader likes Sherlock, Sherlock likes reader's company, concern, ignorant Sherlock, frustrated/burdened reader, minor grammatical errors, part 3 upcoming,uselessly extended parts with irrelevant information 🤷‍♀️

Genre: one-shot(not a one shot),AU,imagine,

Pairing: Sherlock x fem!reader

Summary: Y/n is juggling alot of things at once physically and mentally and her vision wasn't making it any better as she TRIES to tell Sherlock about it.

A/N: Halo!! This part may seem slightly similar to the first as I was going through a major writer's block. Apparently, the story won't fit in two parts so well, more parts to come I guess. Love y'all!💕

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After "interrogating" Sherlock, your mind was set that he'd go insane when your vision comes true. A slight terror had settled deep within you.

As for Sherlock, he'd noticed how you would zone out and not even acknowledge his presence anymore. It bothered him. Even though he would never actually show it, he simply enjoyed your existence in his flat. The way you would roll your eyes at another impressive deduction he'd make or proceed to smile even when his remarks were harsher than he actually intended it to be. At some point, he stopped deducing you... He felt guilty invading your privacy. But he was the high-functioning sociopath, wasn't he? How could he let you do this to him... It was all a mystery. A mystery that would unveil itself; not instantly but soon enough...

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With a deep sigh, you snapped your book shut as the mumbling in your head began to increase. Everyday you asked yourself if it was wise enough to not tell anyone about your vision, however you'd dismiss the thought as soon as it came.

You came out of the shower and stared at your reflection in the mirror. The staring seemed to have helped as you eventually realised the intensity of the situation and made up your mind to finally tell Sherlock about it. Grabbing a pair of bell bottoms and an aqua turtle neck, you opened the door of your flat and hurried upstairs to 221B. Maybe it was due to your loud steps that before you could knock, the door flung open revealing the curly haired detective. You stood there with a puzzled air as he passed by you and hurried down the stairs, too engrossed on his phone to notice anything. Throwing your arms above your head, you followed him outside the flat. "Sherlock there's something i'd like to... Can you please not text standing in the middle of the road!" Wait. What. Oh my god, he's standing in the MIDDLE of the ROAD! TEXTING! You yanked his arm, pulling him towards the other side. It was clear that this took him by surprise as he lifted his head up from the phone and surveyed his surroundings before meeting your stern gaze. You shake your head. "Listen to what I'm about to say very carefully... I know it's going to sound strange but-" Interrupted yet again. Sherlock puts his palm in front of your face to prevent you from speaking as he proceeds to do the honours instead. "Y/N, whatever this is, I'm sure that it can wait...for I have much more crucial things at hand." Before you could protest, he continued again, "wonderful, I knew you'd agree" he gave a brief "smile" and with that he dramatically twirled and went on his way... Again.

This was a bad BAD idea. The more you thought, the more complicated it became. How in the world were you going to tell him?!

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A/N: Alrightyy! I'll try my best to make part 3 more interesting! Thank youu! 😘　

"wonderful, I knew you'd agree."

[thedissociatives]

hey since no one else is talking about it. what the fuck was that in bristol on friday

saw the used last time they played bristol five years ago and oh my god the difference. definitely won't be going anywhere for gigs outside of the o2 academy again

for anyone that doesn't understand my complaining: the moment bert came on stage, the crowd crushed forwards. this kept happening the whole show. people i had seen six rows back from me were all of a sudden next to me. i had to leave the crowd after blood on my hands because i was severely dehydrated (because security didn't hand out water. found out later that they never did) and couldn't breathe. and to top that off bert could see we were all getting crushed and didn't even say anything (just a simple "can you take a few steps back" between songs would've been better than nothing). he just let it carry on. the security were absolute assholes too on top of not doing their jobs properly. they treated disabled people like shit (and it wasn't just the security- the crowd were just as bad for this). i'm sorry but why were people having their mobility aids kicked at in the crowd what the fuck is wrong with you. after speaking to people afterwards they said that the accessibility was the worst they'd ever seen. when i went out to the medics they told me they couldn't even get in the building it was so packed and told me over 3000 tickets were sold. which is very concerning since google says the capacity is only 1600. i saw so many people outside who were stood near me at the front outside because they'd had to leave due to the sheer amount of crushing in the front half of the crowd. has definitely put me off seeing the used again. and no one tell me this is what gigs are just like i've been going for almost six years and have never seen anything like this. everyone i spoke to afterwards who'd also seen the used before said the same things

oh and did anyone else notice something off about the band themselves ? bert really didn't look right to me and i thought it was really weird when he started talking abt tequila and vodka (i'm not assuming anything but it just gave me bad vibes). and my sister told me after i left she noticed that jeph was drinking on stage which definitely didn't happen last time. again these are just little things but just gave me weird vibes and was a bit concerning as someone whose been listening to them for years and has seen them live before friday night

[izzy-b-hands]

"We should prepare," Izzy nods to the water. "Mr. Buttons-"

"Already seen the poor thing," Buttons interjects as he speeds by with extra rope in hand. "I'd wager an earthquake might be it."

"Possible," Izzy sighs.

Stede frowns, and peers over the side.

A squid, large, with tentacles dangling down so far into the blue depths he can't even see where they end.

"They only come up to the surface if sick or dying," Izzy says. "Often signals some catastrophe soon to come."

"We can't do anything, can we?"

"For him?" Izzy motions to the squid. "No. Even if we could, I've never seen a full one of these. Probably has tentacles that would hang over one end of the ship, would be too unwieldy to keep on here."

"Should I get Ed?"

Izzy nods. "Quickly. We're safer here than on land if it truly is going to be an earthquake. But if anything else...better to prepare for as much of that anything as we can."

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"You're actually concerned," Stede swallows hard. "Ed-"

"We'll be okay no matter what," Ed says. "But we do have to be ready in case of the worst-"

"Oh god."

"Breathe," Ed smiles and kisses his forehead. "At the very least, Izzy, Buttons, and myself have all been through some rough things while at sea. Trust us to help you through it."

"Hm," Stede nods. "Can I panic just for a moment, briefly?"

"If it'll help you, then of course you can."

He throws himself into Ed's arms. "I won't forgive myself if something happens to you."

"Or the crew, I'm sure."

"Ah, yes, them as well. What do I do?"

"You follow me, and we get ready."

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The driving rain and crashing, horribly tall waves all sting his face, but he stays by Ed, clinging to the same rope.

"Okay," Ed shouts over the whistling, angry wind. "So, it has shredded some of our sails. That's not great!"

"Do we dare send anyone up to patch it?"

"That, or we need to get it down and a new one up," Ed glares up at the most damaged sail. "Couldn't have waited until after this storm to fall to pieces? Really?!"

"I'm doing my best!"

"Oh, love," Ed presses a kiss to his cheek. "Meant the sail, not you. You're doing fine."

He wants to talk to the rest of the crew, but there's simply no time, and they can barely hear one another anyway.

Izzy and Buttons are doing the main directing, based on Ed's shouted orders. It helps ensure he's heard, but beyond that, it's reassuring.

If they aren't freaking out, then he won't freak out. Not again.

--

"Just run each bucket up and toss it out," Izzy pants, sloshing into the water below deck with each step. "We need to get this cleared out-"

"Izzy," Stede hesitates. "You would tell me if this was. You know. Really bad? You'd tell me how unlikely an idiot like me is to survive it, or..."

He lets the sentence linger, waiting for Izzy to pick it up.

"Keep listening to us. Keep helping. Focus on that," Izzy finally replies.

"I'd feel a lot better if you could make some smarmy comment about my making it through this, odd as that sounds."

Izzy pats his shoulder. "Go get more buckets."

It's somehow the most unnerving thing he could have said.

--

The wait for a break in the storm, or to sail out of it, feels like forever.

A rotation of bailing out below deck, checking in on sail repairs, helping catch others before they could slide off into the foam makes the time pass, but not nearly fast enough.

Finally, the sky lightens.

"I don't ever want to see a squid again," Stede mutters. "Never. Not if it means this."

"Was pretty cool though, right?" Ed asks, and slumps beside him, leaning against the main mast. "They always look cool, even when they're unwell. Poor thing probably got tossed and sent who knows where in that mess."

He leans his head on Ed's shoulder. "Let me guess. Repairs first?"

"Better to do them now than later, especially because those sails-"

"Are absolutely shredded. Yeah."

He closes his eyes, only to snap them back open as something drops onto him.

A blanket.

"You did well," Izzy says awkwardly. "Better than expected."

"Thank you for this," Stede snuggles under the blanket, moving some of it over Ed.

"Dry off and warm up," Izzy says. "Let the rest of us worry about fixing things up for now."

"Hey, Izzy?" Roach calls from across the deck. "Can you help with the pantry?"

"What's wrong with it?"

"There's a small shark in it! And water, and ruined supplies, probably."

Izzy sighs. "I should go help him. Damn pantry door probably got slammed shut with the thing in there, so we didn't catch it while bailing out and-"

He grumbles as he walks off towards Roach, leaving them under the blanket and sun.

"A nap?" Ed asks. "Since they've got it under control for now?"

It's easier to cuddle closer than to answer directly, until Ed's arm wraps around him.

"He's right," he continues. "You did well. If you could weather that storm, you can handle anything else."

"Shhhh," Stede smiles as his eyes flutter shut. "The ocean might hear you and send us another."

"So we really need to nap then, to prevent another storm?"

"I read about it in some book of sailing superstitions..."

He's lying, and he knows that Ed knows that from the giggle he hears.

It doesn't matter. It can hardly be bad luck, at this point, to rest.

Besides, the sun is warm and Ed smells of salt and musk and a note of lavender with it. He buries himself into Ed's chest, to breathe it in and stick it into his mind.

The next storm like that might be less scary, after all, if he can train himself to think of Ed, and that warmth and the scent of him during it all.

[ashencontract]

OPERATION BASEPOINT

Sophia listens patiently to Cherry's complaints. She watches as they transform. Throughout the whole process, not once does a flicker of concern enter her eyes. She's amused, if anything-- finally they're getting into the spirit of things. Nothing's worth doing without a little theater, right?

"Why would I even hesitate to betray you? You've treated me -- and everyone else -- like trash since the moment you showed up. I doubt any hand that has ever made the mistake of feeding you has come away without tooth marks," she sighs, rising to her feet. Two taps of her cane against her puppet corpse's palm causes it to lift her, and she delicately hops from its hand to its shoulder, placing a hand against its head to steady herself.

"Don't act like this is my fault," Cherry snarls, faint puffs of black smoke accompanying their ragged breaths. It's clear that their transformation has already taken its toll on them, despite - or perhaps because of - the intense heat that radiates from them. "This was... always your plan. Before I even got involved. I just... expedited the process."

Yeah... that's right, isn't it? This would've happened anyway, even if they hadn't reached out to her, even if they hadn't agreed to work with someone they had no reason to trust, even if this wasn't the only way to do what needed to be done while they still had the time...

No. It's always been their fault. Nothing has changed. The blood still stains their hands.

They clench their eye shut, just for a moment.

"What do you plan... to do. When the world has burned up. When there's nothing left for you, either."

"Oh, my ascension is hardly anyone's fault. You don't call a party someone's fault," Sophia says airily. "But there was a time when I might have considered going along properly. Luckily, I had someone on hand to remind me that some people just won't listen no matter what you do. That the path to the paradise I envision will need to be cut open by a sword."

"But the moment for discussion and philosophical debate has passed." She sighs and shakes her head; her new minion mimics the motion. "And I wouldn't care to have them with you anyway. If I wasn't holding the keys to a doomsday weapon, it would be 'fuck off' as usual, I'm sure. Why don't we stop delaying the inevitable, hmm?"

Of course she wouldn't answer the question. They shouldn't be surprised.

"I don't believe in paradise," Cherry growls. "Not anymore. And this... stunt you're pulling... is not going to change my mind."

They clench and unclench the bony fingers on their exposed hand. They kick at the dirt with their crystalline hoof. As someone who usually spends their days covered from head to toe, there's something... freeing, about this. Unrestrained. Alive.

"The mission... has not changed. Destroy the heart. I'm going to do what I came here to do. And you are not going to stop me."

Their scowl deepens. "In short. Fuck off."

"Yes, that's about what I expected," Sophia sighs, rolling her eyes. "Well, if nothing else, I have to thank you for providing a perfect opportunity to test my new associate's capabilities."

Sophia's gaze flicks to the assembled operators of the Inferno. Her tail is held high as it twitches back and forth, like a cat staring down a group of mice. "The rest of you, stick around. Let's get this over with, okay? You can all share the same shallow grave."

With that, the liquid originium pooling at the bottom of the crater, steadily pouring from the beating heart of a dead god, begins to congeal. An array of familiars in black and gold begin to bubble up, crafted from a much more exotic form of blood than usual, and head for the Inferno. The corpse itself shifts from its stable resting position to a more aggressive one, ready to annihilate anything standing in Sophia's way.

"Exergy didn't know how to kill me properly. I don't think you're going to do much better."

Cherry huffs out another cloud of smoke, and the ground catches fire around their feet as their aura burns brighter. Their vicious scowl is directed right at Sophia, but the flames spread, threatening to escape their control. They, too, look like they might just direct their fury at anyone unfortunate enough to get too close.

"But I'd like to see you fucking try."