#oh whyd you make me feel safe

[rainingincale]

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[ummm0pi]

Pretty Girl (not proofread) pt. 2 maybe?? soon?? idk

For the past few weeks you’ve been paranoid… there’s a killer thats been making the rounds. The entire town is struck with fear, especially you… all alone in your tiny house. ”fuck…” you mutter to yourself. You worked closing shift, it’s 12:25am, and your coworker who was SUPPOSED to be a safe buddy and walk home with you ditched you to hang with her “boyfriend”. You gather up all your courage and walk down the dark alley that leads to your house. “i’ll be okay. i’ll be okay. i’ll be okay. what are the chances anything will happen to ME”. you turn quickly when you hear a rustle and gasp, your eyes focus in on a figure… a cat? “pst pst pst, cmere pretty girl…” you let out a sigh when you realize it’s just the cat that lives in the alley. you’d take her in but she seems to love being outside. you bend down and giggle when you think how trivial it would be to think you were being followed by a killer. “where’ve you been pretty girl… i haven’t seen you in a while”

you tilt your head and mutter to yourself… “pretty girl… when will i be someone’s pretty girl”. you quickly shake the thought away as you realize you shouldn’t be out so long.

you unlock your front door quickly and shut it behind you as you walk in “mm..” you stretch your arms and legs as you place your keys down. right when you’re about to sit on your couch your phone rings… UNKNOWN CALLER ID. A shiver runs up your spine as you get a bad feeling… you quickly decline the call and look to make sure you locked the front door. “hah.. it’s okay, i’m being dramatic… it’s just a phone call”. Not even a minute later you get another phone call… UNKNOWN CALLER ID. You frown and muster up the courage to answer.

“Hello?”

“…”

“Is anyone there… look it’s almost 1am and i’m tired. if this is a prank call it isn’t funny, i’m blocking your fucking num-“

“you shouldn’t do that.”

you feel the blood drain from your face, you feel like there’s a huge pit in your stomach… you wanna hang up, but you can’t. you’re paralyzed with fear.

“cat got your tongue? mm?”

“who… who is this. this isn’t funny.”

“oh i never said it was baby… you sound so scared… so quiet”

your entire body is shaking, you chest feels tight, you can’t breathe.

“you gonna say anything?? how about you tell me about your favorite horror movie, hmm?”

you gasp and break out of your paralyzed states. you hang up the phone and quickly block the number. “fuck fuck fuck fuck what do i do”

you run around like a headless chicken, not even sure what you’re trying to accomplish. you halt all your movement when you hear a knock. you snap your head to the front door. no… it didn’t come from there… you feel your heart drop… it’s coming from inside… the bathroom? the bedroom? you stand there for a second, unsure of what to do. run out the front door or look… “i’m just hearing things, i’m being paranoid”

before you could make a decision you hear the bedroom floors creak then a figure quickly lunge out at you.

“WHYD YOU HANG UP THE PHONE. I TOLD YOU THAT YOU SHOULDNT DO THAT”

your body reacts before your brain. you scream and run for the front door. it’s so close, only a few feet away, just one more step. no no no wait i’m so close. your vision becomes blurry, your head is pounding. so close yet so far… he grabbed you by the hair and pulled you down, head smacking against the ground.

“p- please…” you groan and bring your hands to your head, trying to soothe the throbbing. your vision clears and you gasp. a white mask… the mouth elongated… like a scream, right before you.

“awh baby… if you had just listened you wouldn’t be in this situation”. he spits out baby to you in a mocking tone, it should be filled with love and warmth but you’re focused on the large knife that he’s waving in front of your face, glistening in the moon light.

“m’sorry… please don’t hurt me… so sorry…” you let out pathetic sobs as you beg for your life, terrified of the masked man’s intention… the killer… the infamous ghostface.

“too late… whatever happens now is your fault”. His tone hardened. Chills run down your spine. This is the end.

“nono please i’ll do anything, please i… i don’t wanna die”. you go silent as he hold up his index finger to his mask in a shushing motion. he suddenly grabs your chin, squishing your cheeks so hard it’s bound to leave bruises if you even make it out alive.

“anything..? mm…” you stare up with doe eyes, hoping that he’ll let you live. “don’t move.”

you groan as he harshly pulls your head to the side, exposing your neck. you squeeze your eyes shut and quietly sob as you feel his knife make contact with your skin. He winces as he adds just enough pressure to break skin and draw up beads of blood. you gasp when you feel his tongue makes contact with the cut he made.

“god… maybe i’ll be nice since you’re being so good now…” you hear the knife hit the floor as he throws it across the room. you gasp when you feel his hands slowly trace the sides of your hips then harshly grip them.

“no- no wait anything but this… please don’t i’ll do anything, ANYTHING but this”. your body quickly reacts and your hands lunge towards his to stop his advances. how you quickly regretted that. you watch as he pulls a plastic bag out from under his long black robe. You thrash and try to push him away. This is the end. You feel him adjust his knees to either side of your waist, his weight keeping you pinned down as he places the bag over your face. you scratch at his hands and attempt to pull his face off, to no avail. your vision slowly starts to fade to black, stars painting the back of your eyelids. suddenly you feel yourself being pulled back to life. you swallow down as much air as you can, coughing and tears stinging your eyes in the process.

“your only other option is to die baby… you really want that?” he places the bag over your face again before you can fully catch your breath. your limbs starting to become weak, your body giving up on you. you don’t want to die, but oh you’re so tired. then he pulls that bag off again. you cringe as you cough so hard your nose stings. he lets out a hearty laugh. if it were under different circumstances you think your heart would’ve melted at such a laugh, but no. He’s laughing at your suffering.

“you already giving up so easily? that’s borinnnngggg” he sounds almost childish, as if it’s a game to him. it is a game to him. “mm”

he tilts his head to the side as if he’s thinking. before you know it the bag is over your face a third time. the same sensations coming over you. he’ll take the bag off again. he’s messing around, but the bag never comes off. you feel yourself fading off into black. “is there an after life? hah… at least i don’t have to go back to work”. your thoughts start slowing down. it’s dark. it’s quiet.

[brainddeadd]

Braindead Reviews

The Walking Dead: Season 4

Overall thoughts:

Daryl brain rot.

Fuck the Governor.

What kind of ending is that!!!

S4, ep 1

They’ve made the prison look good man 

Oh damn it’s a full community 

That’s so cool 

They’ve got a mini farm and vegetable crops holy shit 

Carl naming a pig even though they’re gonna have to kill it for food 

Everyone greeting Daryl and him not knowing what the fuck to do with that 

“Just so you know, I liked you first.” Carol I love you 

HES SO AWKWARD I LOVE HIM 

THE AGGRESSIVE FINGER LICKING DARYL PLEASE 

The longer hair is lookin good damn 

How’d they make my man finer 

“Sorry, Pookie” CAROL MY BELOVED 

He is now my Pookie 

Always and forever Pookie 

TYRESE AND MAMA STILINSKI ?!?!?!?

BETH AND RANDO ?!?!?!?

“It’s a damn romance novel.” Its ok Pookie, you’re just lonely 

Michonne on a horse.. is there anything this lady can’t do ??

Michonne bringing back comics for Carl - mother 

“Your face is losing the war.” YES PLEASE SHAVE IT BACK A BIT 

She’s looking for the Governor and I get it but please stay safe my love

“Dad, that’s for kids.” You are the kids Carl. 

Holy shit she’s a person 

Not the kids naming the walkers 

HOMICIDE COP 🤣🤣🤣

DARYL FUCKING WITH HIM 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Oh holy crap - the helicopter crash and shit on the roof 

Michonne killing the cardboard cutout of the zombie in the shop 

Ex-army medic guy is kinda weird 

Jesus christ dude that’s one way to get the walkers attention 

Oh shit not the roof caving in 

Idk how I feel about the chick in the woods 

Oh YUCK the scalp being left on the floor as the walker gets up 

Beths rando getting killed shit 

Carol teaching the kids how to defend themselves during Story Time 

Maggie thought she was pregnant ?!?!?!?

Daryl telling Beth - how was he the best person for that job 

“Just tired of losing people is all.” Pookie 

DOES HE NOT KNOW HOW TO HUG 

Oh god there’s a sickness in the prison 

DON’T USE THE COMMUNAL WATER DICKHEAD YOU’LL GET EVERYONE SICK 

OH SHIT 

HE’S DEAD 

S4, ep 2

WHOS LURING THE WALKERS TO THE PRISON 

Tyrese please don’t sing 

Please don’t let Mama Stilinski die 

Glenn taking a polaroid of Maggie and refusing to throw it away my loves I adore them 

Michonne is that boys mother, you can’t tell me otherwise 

“It ain’t a breech.” No it’s not pookie 

Jesus that’s so many dead 

Carol having to kill that man and his eldest daughter deciding to do it 

Daryl knowing that one of the dead locked himself in cause he used to sleep walk 

“Gotta be.” Pookie you can say you’re not ok

The mans 2 daughters are fucken weird 

Michonne not wanting to hold Judith - hmm, I have thoughts 

MICHONNE CRYING 

IDSVUDSJKVNDS

NO THE POOR PIGS FUCK

WHYD THAT MAKE ME CRY 

THEIR PANICKED SQUEALING 

NO 

PLEASE NO

THEY BURNT MAMA STILINSKI AND THE OTHER DUDE ?!?!?!?!

S4, ep 3

Daryl stopping Rick and Carol from stepping in with Tyrese 

Rick and Tyrese fighting 

Sasha getting sick fuck 

“He’s already given me fleas.” 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Tyrese dude, she’s dead and its an apocalypse, keep others alive before you hunt down whoever burnt her 

GOD 

NO 

NOT GLENN 

PLEASE NO 

Daryl working on the car.. fuck 

“Put a bolt in them for what they did.” Please do pookie

Why am I suspicious of the child ???

Carl’s growing up 

“What’s that word?” “Zananavere” “Yeah, we need you.” So real for that - yes, I spelt it wrong

A voice on the radio 

THATS A LOT OF WALKERS HOLY SHIT 

“Make a run for the woods and don’t stop for nothing.” Daryl baby, if they don’t stop for you, ill kill them 

Why is tyrese just sitting there? Run boy 

Not him sacrificing himself for the others 

HE’S ALIVE

Wait

CAROL burnt them 

Holy shit

S4, ep 4

Daryl taking something back for the people at the prison - for a grave

Michonne’s smile 

Of course Daryl can Hotwire a car 

The 2 in the house are a bit.. idk 

More mechanic Daryl my beloved 

Daryl is so comforting in such a brutal way 

“It was easier than telling an ER nurse I fell down the stairs for the third time.” I know he’s dead, but imma kill him 

The chick from the house is dead 

“You should have kept walking that day.” Fuck ok 

Feral Daryl getting up in his face - Jesus 

Daryl’s growling 

“You take one sip before those meds get into our people, I will beat your ass into the ground.” I don’t think that should have been that attractive to me 

Rick dude, they were gonna die. Y’all didn’t even have a plan to go get the meds when she killed them.

Rick you can’t kick Carol out the fuck is wrong with you 

If she goes, Daryl goes man 

RICK

DON’T YOU DARE 

I hate you Rick Grimes 

S4, ep 5

I hate you Rick Grimes 

The kid treating the walker like a dog 

OH SHIT THE FENCE IS DOWN 

Its all gone to shit 

Not Daryl and the others arriving back after it’s all been done 

Oh god they have to tell Daryl 

His instant concern 

NOT THE FUCKEN GOVERNOR 

FUCK OFF

JUST DIE ALREADY 

S4, ep 6

Oh please don’t let this be an episode about the fucken governor yuck 

Oh these poor people that have found him 

Yeah I skipped his episode soz fuck that guy 

S4, ep 7

Its still him fuck 

Skipped 

Not him coming across Michonne and Hershel at the end 

S4, ep 8

HE TOOK MICHONNE AND HERSHEL

Daryl’s growl while talking about Carol being gone 

Who’s leaving the fucken rats around 

Governor fuck off now 

Go die 

Jesus Christ 

Daryl don’t let Carl do anything stupid 

The governor is fucking insane 

Hershel looks so proud of Rick 

NO 

NO 

NO 

NO 

ABSOLUTELY NOT 

NO 

WHAT THE FUCK 

NO

HERSHAL PLEASE 

YES THE GOVERNOR WAS HIT 

DARYLS GROWL BEFORE HE STARTS SHOOTING 

MICHONNE RUN

LIVE 

PLEASE 

YOU GOTTA LIVE 

Oh god not Rick getting shot 

NO 

DON’T HURT HERSHAL MORE 

FUCK

OH OH OH YES

THE NEW CHICK SEEING HIM BE SO FUCKING VILE WHILE HOLDING HER DEAD DAUGHTER YES 

Daryl my beloved with the grenade 

Beth where the fuck are you 

The little kids killing someone 

The Governor getting the best of Rick 

MICHONNE GETTING THE GOVERNOR 

YES

HELL YEAH

THATS MY GIRL 

Daryl throwing a grenade in the tank 

Well.. the prison’s gone 

S4, ep 9

Michonne getting her walkers on a leash again 

Rick being a dick ngl

They’re both being dicks

FLASH BACK TO MICHONNE’S LIFE 

SHE HAD A PARTNER 

AND A CHILD 

Carl stop talking to your dad while he’s unconscious 

“I’d be fine if you died.” CARL NO

Him running into the door and not being able to open it 🤣🤣🤣🤣

The walker in the house 

‘Walker in side. Got my shoe. Didn’t get me.’ 

Fuck Michonne 

Carl thinking he’s going to have to kill his dad is fucking heartbreaking 

“112 ounces of pudding.” That- Carl- ok

Michonne crying because she’s so happy to find them 

WHAT DID RICK SEE TO MAKE HIM LAUGH

S4, ep 10

DARYLLLL

Conveying he’s sorry for the Hershal comment with his expression rather than words is such a Daryl thing to do 

Arms 

He’s so gentle but in a like.. brutal way 

Throwing the crossbow on the ground so he can save Beth 

Oh Tyrese has Judith, thank god 

I don’t trust those 2 little girls 

Who’s screaming????

AYO GET OUR HAND OFF THE BABIES MOUTH 

The eldest kid is a fucking psychopath 

CAROLLLLLL

Terminus … do we trust it ??

Glenn boy you better be ok 

HE’S IN THE OVERRUN PRISON HOLY SHIT 

“She’s my wife.” Hell yeah she is buddy 

WHO ARE THESE GUYS THE FUCK

“What else you got?” Ew 

S4, ep 11

Carl and Michonne acting like besties 

Not Carl ignoring her attempt to make him feel better 

Her telling Carl about her son 

What is going on in the house Rick’s hiding in ???

THE RICK GRIMES HEAD TURN 

Abraham, Rosita, Eugene 

How can he possibly know what caused this ???

How can someone in a fucking zombie apocalypse be that useless with a gun ?!?!?!

Oh yuck - those guys are disgusting - Rick, kill them 

Actually, Michonne, kill them 

Rosita going with Glenn and the other chick - the others following 

Terminus again 

S4, ep 12

DARYL YES

Not him and Beth hiding in the trunk of a car 

The snake 🤢🤢🤢🤢

Beth you’re like 17, you’re not having alcohol 

Daryl has forgotten how to talk I see 

WHY YOU FLIPPING HIM OFF 

HES KEEPING YOU ALIVE 

DUMBASS 

Why is she so fixated on alcohol like girly leave it alone - if you gotta run for your life, alcohol is gonna make that so much harder 

Daryl keeping the money and the jewels 

‘Rich bitch’ on a dead woman who’s been posed on a mannequin - Beth being bothered by it and Daryl probably knowing people who would have done that 

Daryl beating the crap out of the walker, even though he could have just killed him quickly - thats the first time he’s shown any outward sign of his rage at losing the prison and the others 

“Peach schnapps. Is it good?” “No.” Correct 

Daryl throwing darts at the pictures of the people on the wall instead of the dart board - the anger continues 

“Ain’t gonna have your first drink be no damned peach schnapps.” 🤣🤣

MOONSHINE 

DARYL SHES LIKE 12 

“That’s a real first drink right there.” DARYL 

Jesus Christ that’s how Daryl lived 

“Mr. Dixon” eugh 

WHY IS SHE DOING A DRINKING GAME WITH HIM

GIRLY IK HES HOT BUT YOURE A CHILD 

“I ain’t never needed a game to get lit before.” Pookie please 

Things we learn about Daryl in this game

He’s never been out of Georgia 

Been drunk and done things he’s regretted - a lot of them 

Never been on vacation - camping was for hunting and survival 

Him being offended when she does the “never been in jail” line - “is that what you think of me?”

“CAN’T HEAR YOU! I’M TAKING A PISS!!” DARYL PLEASE 

Things we might have learnt but it could be fake cause he’s pissed

never had frozen yoghurt (now that’s just cruel) 

had a pet pony

got anything from Santa

relied on anyone for protection 

relied on anyone for anything (you were abused pookie)

never sung in front of people in public like it was fun (ok that one’s fair)

cut his wrists looking for attention (low blow)

Aggressively trying to teach her how to shoot the crossbow - wonder how much Norman apologised for the physicality later 

“I want you to stop acting like you don’t give a crap about anything. Like nothing we went through matters. Like none of the people we lost meant anything to you. It’s bullshit.” “Is that what you think?” “That’s what I know.”

“I ain’t afraid of nothing.” 

Oh god his voice cracks 

A HUG 

FOR DARYL 

FINALLY 

BRO NEEDS IT 

NO NO NO NO DONT YOU DARE CRY DARYL DIXON MY POOR HEART WONT TAKE IT 

“Yeah, I’m a dick when I’m drunk.” Pookie, you’re a dick like 97% of the time

“I thought I was dead. Over a dumb cartoon about a talking dog.” Daryl, sweetie, I’m so glad your brother is dead.

“I was nobody. Nothing. Some redneck asshole and an even bigger asshole for a brother.” 

“I’m just used to this. Things being ugly.”

“You’re gonna be the last man standing.” I see that 

“You’re gonna miss me so bad when I’m gone, Daryl Dixon.” Fucken foreshadowing at this point 

I can not for the life of me tell if she’s flirting with him or not 

ARE THEY ACTUALLY GONNA BURN THE HOUSE DOWN 

Crazy assholes actually did it 

S4, ep 13

Who is this?

Is this the ‘backstory’ of the dude who wanted the alcohol?????

It is alcohol man!!

Ok so with Maggie and Sasha 

Teaching Beth how to track and use the crossbow 

Dad!Daryl to the rescue when Beth gets hurt 

“This is a serious piggyback. Jump up.” Daryl marry me

Holding hands for comfort: cute. But if its anything else.. GIRLY HIS BEARD IS GOING GREY ADN YOU ARE A CHILD 

Sasha trying to get them safe and Maggie lost in her grief 

Daryl yuck don’t do that (do that to me tho) - the jar in the house by the cemetery 

Why’s she playing the piano - they’re meant to be quiet 

“This is the comfiest bed I’ve had in years.” IT’S A COFFIN DARYL 

I am Concerned Daryl Dixon 

How is a coffin the comfiest bed ?!?!?!? SIR??

I am trying really really hard to keep it that she is a child and he’s old enough to be her dad - PLEASE DONT BE A CREEP DIXON SHE’S 17 

I did some googling cause it was bothering me - they met when Beth was 16, she’s currently 17 and she dies when she’s 18. If ANYTHING happens between them, I’m turning off. (I knew she died it’s not a spoiler).

Maggie ditching the others to look for Glenn - writing messages in blood 

Daryl is at peak dad energy this episode 

A DOG 

CUTE 

Beth stop pushing the emotionally constipated man for his feelings 

NOT JUST A DOG

PLEASE LET THE DOG BE OK

Making sure she gets out the house safely 

WAS BETH JUST KIDNAPPED ?!?!?!?!

God he was running all night 

ALCOHOIC AND SASHA KISSING 

Maggie waiting for Sasha and Bob in the town 

Who the fuck has found Daryl?

IT’S THE CREEPS FROM THE HOUSE RICK WAS IN 

Glenn found the Terminus sign, thank god 

S4, ep 14

Is someone playing.. with a walker 

This eldest girl is fucken weird 

WHY THE FUCK IS SHE WAVING AT THE WALKERS 

The younger girl is also fucken weird 

Jesus Christ what the fuck is she doing 

She’s feeding the fucken walker 

THE OLDER ONE KILLED THE YOUNGER ONE 

THE FUCK

She was feeding the walkers at the prison 

Fucken hell 

Carol having to kill the girl she was supposed to protect is foul and cruel 

Telling Tyrese that she burnt the others, giving him a gun - holy shit 

“I forgive you.” Oh 

S4, ep 15

Abraham is really good at reading people 

Glenn taking off when he finds the sign from Maggie 

Daryl bby leave those creeps 

Carl and Michonne having fun together 

Oh you did not just invade on Daryl’s kill AND call Daryl Dixon “boy”. You gone die 

OH HES TALKING ABOUT BETH 

YOU GONE DIE 

Did this fucker just insinuate that ?!?!?! 

Daryl kill him 

He looks like a lil kid having his candy taken from him 

Don’t stop at noon - wasting time 

“Some of you ain’t exactly friendly.” Have you met you?

Did he just compare Daryl to a cat ???

Eugene is creepy 

And annoying 

Rosita queen 

What did they see? 

Dickhead needs to back up from Pookie 

Telling Glenn to go yes, but he won’t

MAGGIE AND GLENN YES

Glenn not telling Maggie that Tara was with the Governor is certainly a choice 

I get the feeling that Eugene isn’t saying something 

He’s leaving something out 

Or he’s lying 

They killed dickhead holy shit 

THEY’RE HUNTING RICK 

CAUSE HE KILLED THEIR MAN TO ESCAPE

Glenn and Maggie arriving at Terminus - why do I have a bad feeling about this?

Mary 

S4, ep 16

WHY IS RICK COVERED IN BLOOD THE FUCK 

CARL ?!?!

MICHONNE ?!?!?!

OH GOD DID THOSE DICKHEADS FIND THEM ?!!?

Those dickheads have in fact found Rick

“These people, you’re gonna let them go. These are good people.” Yes pookie save them 

“You want blood. I get it. Take it from me, man.” UH NO 

OR WE COULD NOT 

DON’T

STOP 

NO 

FUCKEN HELL 

LEAVE HIM ALONE 

The Rick Grimes Head Tilt 

Carl’s crying really reminds you that he’s still a child 

AYO

IS THAT DUDE GONNA RAPE CARL 

HOLY SHIT RICK

HE JUST RIPPED THAT DUDES NECK OUT WITH HIS TEETH 

HOLY SHIT 

“He’s mine.” Oh fuck

Dripping in blood, having just ripped someones neck out, and pissed off cause you dared to touch his son.. you’re dead dead dead 

He just gutted that man like a pig 

Holy fuck 

Michonne cradling Carl - thank you 

Carl lying on Michonnes lap like she’s his mum - imma cry 

Daryl looking out for Carl, making Rick clean the blood off 

Daryl Dixon don’t you dare blame yourself for those dickheads - you were trying to survive 

“You’re my brother.”

“What you did last night, anybody would have done that.” If someone tried to rape my kid, hell yeah I would 

Michonne and Rick have this way of understanding each other and it’s beautiful 

They’ve made it to Terminus 

Her walkers on the leash were her boyfriend and their friend - they were high in the damn apocalypse 

Carl bby you’re not a monster. You’re the product of your horrific circumstances and the shit you’ve had to do to survive. 

Gareth and Alex 

Don’t take their weapons pls 

“Hate to see the other guy.” “You would.”

“They deserve it?” “Yes.” Carl bby, yes they did 

Rick seeing belongings from other members of their group - putting a gun to Alex, Daryl jumping in with 0 hesitation 

Even in a zombie apocalypse I cannot escape lego 

JUST TELL RICK WHERE YOU GOT THE WATCH BRO 

YO

WHAT 

THE 

FUCK 

WHO 

IS 

IN

THE 

CRATES 

Why does the letter ‘A’ keep showing up ???

GLENN 

MAGGIE

“Now they’re friends of ours.” Yes they are pookie 

“They’re gonna feel pretty stupid when they find out.” … “They’re fucking with the wrong people.” 

What a way to end the season fuck 

[koco-coko]

Ikemen Vampire OC: Elizabeth I

(Don't worry many more ocs are to come, but I thought I'd start with my most 'normal' as of now hehe.)

Also, I modified https://yanderepuck.tumblr.com/post/649268127267504128/free-to-use-character-sheet this for my use so yeah :) Anyways-!

Elizabeth Tudor (Bethy, Lizzie)

General Information

Full name: Elizabeth Tudor

Nickname: Bethy (close friends), Lizzie (acquaintances) 

Age: Unclear, but on the younger side of the mansion 

Nationality: English

Current place of living: The Mansion

Income: (… 'borrowing' Comte’s money) Works odd jobs around Paris, mostly at art galleries.

Birthday: 9/7

Likes: Paintings, theater, music, novels, etc.

Dislikes: Small spaces, inequality, coffee

Background: Former Queen of England, bringer of the Elizabethan Era, England's self-proclaimed Golden Age. Sassy and quick-witted, Bethy always has something to say about everyone and everything, critical or not. Despite her apparent vanity and tendency for self-praising, she’s incredibly generous. Elizabeth actually ends up running herself into debt from how much she ends up donating to art galleries and theaters. To be fair, she was royalty in her past life- She never had to worry about finances like she does now. Thankfully, Comte's 'willing' to deal with her habitual overspending.

Relationships:

Mary Tudor: For your own sake, never bring up her family. Especially her sister. Mary and Elizabeth got along once, but after a deep “falling out” over Mary’s… devotions, Elizabeth wants nothing to do with the Tudor name anymore. If Mary and Bethy are put in the same room, a loud argument is likely to break out in five minutes. (Oh no she's totally not another vampire oc of mine she totally won't show up totally not I'm definitely not making the three main Tudor children at all why would you even thinking that)

Though a few residents find it suspicious she talks about her sister like she’s still alive…

“Oh, there’s a reason she’s nicknamed Bloody Mary. She’s everything I stand against! Now, I’m not a very superstitious person, but… I’d rather not say her name more than twice… She was always sneaking up on me when we were younger…”

Napoleon Bonaparte: One of Elizabeth’s closest friends, being a fellow former ruler and both having eras named after themselves. They often get into heated debates, but it’s all in good fun. They could be yelling one moment, then out for lunch another. Napoleon is also one of the few who have ever seen the deeper side of Bethy, a simple woman who sits alone at night and overthinks far too often. Napoleon is really the only person in the mansion Elizabeth feels safe around, revealing her true thoughts and perception of herself to him. Still, that's only on rare occasion, but it's a start. (she is totally not mainly shipped with him I dont even know whyd you think that mhm yep totally not oc x canon here)

“Oh, please! Crepes again? Is that all you eat?”

“Says the tea fiend. I’m fairly certain you’re made of that drink.”

“At least it’s something dignified. Ugh, let’s just hurry up. I want to get a good seat at this new café, you know!”

“Hey– wait up!”

Vincent Van Gogh: These two became friends by accident. Bethy is friends with both Theodore and William, so they ended up near each other often. Vincent often acts as Elizabeth’s grounding beacon. Bethy tends to overthink and get stuck in her head, so eventually Vincent allowed her to view his paintings whenever she so pleased, whether he’s in the middle of a work or it’s the dead of night. They’ve yet to intentionally spend time with each other, it’s always accidental. That doesn’t stop the two from getting along, though, and Elizabeth is one of the first in line to buy him new paints or donate to the art gallery he’s a part of. She truly admires his work and would support him in any artistic endeavor. Though, William has caught a glint of jealousy in her eyes whenever Vincent and Theo are talking to each other every now and then.

“Hm? Oh, Bethy! Nice to see you. I’m almost finished with this piece.”

“Wow… It’s wonderful, Vincent! Every work of yours's just seems better than the last! Not to say those are any worse, of course. Where are you going to display it”

“Aw, thanks! This one’s just for my Broer. I thought I’d make him something nice. He’s been working so much lately… Bethy? Is something wrong?”

“... Not at all. It’s just… That’s sweet of you, Vincent. You’re a good older brother.”

Theodorus Van Gogh: Both frantic art enthusiasts, these two clicked instantly. Elizabeth was impressed by his dedication to the arts, Theodore was impressed by her’s. They go to art galleries together and tag along to his work when she can. He’s also one of the few that have seen her true side, but unlike Napoleon, neither Bethy or him get very personal about it. Both know the other is more to the other, and they just accept it. In truth, she’s actually a bit jealous of Theo for having such a good relationship with his older sibling. She’d never admit that, though.

“Didn’t expect to see you here, Hondje.”

“Hm. Well, hello to you, too, Theodorus. And for your information, I imagine myself more of a cat type. Cute and cuddly–”

“Horrible and vicious.”

“Aha, yes! Exactly!” 

William Shakespeare: Elizabeth’s best friend in the whole wide world forever and ever and ever and ever! Elizabeth is Shakespeare’s biggest supporter and defender, taking his side over anyone else’s in the blink of an eye. She goes to every one of his plays, donates to his theater weekly, proofreads all his work, and often helps him with costumes and props. There’s a 50/50 chance on any day that she’s at William’s villa instead of the mansion. They’re almost glued to each other, really. They’re so close that many nobles believe they are lovers, but both are entirely against the idea. 

“Me? Courting Will? Ha! You’ve got to be kidding me. That’s disgusting. I wouldn’t even wish that upon my worst enemy!”

“Oh, Bethy. Thy words cut sharp into the heart of mine.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m sure they do. Now, as I was saying, I believe there were some grammatical errors in Act 5...”

Le Comte: Despite their differences, Elizabeth and the Count get along incredibly well. Bethy spends many nights chatting with Le Comte and becomes a reoccurring partner to galas and balls. The main reason for this is because Elizabeth actually finds navigating and manipulating hedonistic life quite enjoyable. She also joins him so she can get in his good favors. He’s rich, and she often gets into debt… 

At night, Elizabeth can be found with Comte sometimes, drinking tea and speaking about the menial and the existential. She asks him the same question every night. “Why did you give me a contract?” 

At times, they’re two competent adults, and at others, they resemble a teenage daughter asking for dad’s money.

“Why did you give me a contract, Comte?”

“You ask me the same question every night… Do you regret signing it?”

“Not at all. In fact, I’m entirely grateful. I just don’t understand why.”

“Your name is in history, like every other lesser vampire here. Is that not sufficient?”

“... I don’t know.”

BONUS! Arthur Conan Doyle: Elizabeth beats him with her heels whenever he makes a move on her. I mean it. She will snatch her shoe off her own foot and give chase until the end of time if she has to, just to get some good swings to the head. (Theo cheers her on whenever he gets the chance to witness it)

Pet, Prince the Frog: When Elizabeth was first revived, it was raining. The first thing Bethy did after she realized she was alive was to run outside and feel the rain, screaming: “I’m alive! I have no idea how– I’m alive!” While she was out there, she found a frog. In her euphoric state, she found this amphibian life so fascinating, wondering if it could turn into a real prince with a kiss. Unfortunately it didn’t, but Elizabeth has kept him in a large flower vase in her room ever since. And yes, occasionally, she gives him a peck. It never works… but maybe one day…

Physical Characteristics

Addictions: If Bethy gets particularly stressed or upset about anything, she turns to her favorite sweetened teas. She drinks at least 3 cups every day, and when an stressful event occurs, it can easily jump up to 10 and above. Current record is 19.

Bad habits: Bethy bites her nails whenever she’s nervous. Also, whenever she’s mad at anyone, she discreetly starts chewing on her thumb nail specifically. (Elizabethan version of the middle finger).

Eye color: Bright green

Hair color: Hot pink

Skin color: Slightly tanned

Dialect: English, can slip into Old English if she’s upset or passionate about something (or around William in private.)

Drink often: Sweet tea and hot chocolate. Doesn’t find most alcohol appealing.

Good habits: Puts others over herself in almost every scenario, incredibly appreciative of people’s hard work

Height: 5’6”

Hobbies: Going to plays, concerts, art galleries. Window-shopping

Clothing style: Always tries to wear the best dresses she can. Usually wears bright pink, accented by black, and looks very regal (purely on accident). She dresses similarly to Shakespeare, combining the the 15th century clothing with a 19th century style.

Talents: With an incredibly sharp tongue, persuasion is one of her finest skills.

Mental Characteristics

Education: Highly educated for her time due to her status and is constantly spending time in the library so she can catch up with the times. She’s very encouraging to others who want to pursue an education as well (she buys hundreds of books for Jean).

Fears: That one day her sister will return, that she’ll be powerless to stop her. Has a minor case of claustrophobia. 

Life goals(next 5 years): For art and education to be enjoyed by the masses, rich and poor, male and female, etc.

Self-perception: Although she has strong convictions and acts like she belongs wherever she walks, it’s just a cover. Elizabeth struggles intensely with inferiority issues and imposter syndrome. Being called a bastard child from a young age, having to wait the longest to inherit the throne, and being a woman in general made her know what fighting for worth looked like. Now, with the contract and being surrounded by true masters of their craft, she has no real idea why she’s here. She’s no composer or poet, just a girl born slightly lucky. She’s simply an art patron, a member of the audience.  

Self-confidence: Elizabeth’s confidence is a constantly moving scale. She’s confident in her opinions, hardheaded to an end, but she doesn’t have much confidence in herself.

Assumed external perception: Upon first meeting Elizabeth, she can be seen as very self-centered and vain, talking about everything she’d done to improve the world and the latest fashion and makeup. However, overtime, it becomes clear that Bethy is a kind and giving person, putting others before herself so much that it almost gets frustrating. 

Rational or emotional: Emotional reaction, rational response. Elizabeth has strong convictions and is stubborn to a fault. Still, even at her worst, she can put together a good argument.

How could you upset this character: Easy. Mention her sister, brother, mother, or father (basically anything to do with her family) and you’re in for a bad time. For an even easier way, discriminate or insult anyone based on appearances, wealth, etc. 

Sleep habits: One of the lightest sleepers in the mansion. She wakes up at any small noise, making her incredibly drowsy in the morning.

Emotional Characteristics

Emotional strengths: Very empathetic and encouraging. She loves teasing, but knows when she oversteps and does everything she can to apologize whenever she’s unknowingly hurt someone.

Emotional weaknesses: Her convictions are quite strong, so any disagreement can turn into a screaming match with her. That doesn’t lessen her ability with words, but being so easily upset and red-faced can make her seem irrational to onlookers.

Introvert or extrovert? Extrovert. She loves talking and being with people.

How do they cope with:

…Anger: Tears, yelling… It's a surprise that steam isn’t coming out from her ears. It doesn’t take that much to get her upset. Usually to calm herself, she’ll lock herself away in her room and either: read, listen to music, or observe the many paintings in her room. A cup of tea always helps, too.

…Unhappiness: Elizabeth deals with it on the daily. She tries to spend as little time with her own thoughts as often as possible. She’s already prone to overthink– she doesn’t need sadness on top of that. She usually just tries to ignore the feelings and move on with her life, focusing on something else until the feelings go away.

…Rivalry: Oh, she thrives on rivalry. She does everything in her power to one-up Napoleon, after all. In reality, Napoleon is the only person she could ses as a “rival,” though it’s more like the relationship between Theo and Arthur.

…New situations: She loves new situations! She enters them with glee and a skip! 

…Trouble: She tries to talk her way out of most bad situations in a calm, composed way. She only uses violence if absolutely needed. If that happens, she’s watched Napoleon enough to know how to (kind of) handle a sword, though she’s equipped with a dagger whenever she goes into the city alone.

Meaning of life: To create and understand the world. Bethy believes life reflects art more than it does life, and that the act of creating is the most human thing a human (or vampire) can do. 

What would they change about themselves: Elizabeth sees herself as a supporting character. Although she’s ashamed of it, she secretly dreams for the spotlight to hit her one day. That doesn’t mean she wants to be thanked for any of the work she does, though.

What motivates them: Her need to prove herself, to do good in the world. She wants art and life to be enjoyed by all.

What scares them: Her sister, first and foremost. Next in line is people who aren’t open to discussion and changing their minds. Even hardheaded Elizabeth is willing to listen at times.

What makes them happy: Elizabeth usually attends art exhibitions alone due to the fact she can get lost in a painting for hours at a time. It’s rather embarrassing for her if someone notice’s the usually loud and bombastic Bethy staring at a painting like a child staring into a candy store. 

Are they often biased: Bethy will always take William's side, then the underdog’s over anyone else’s. 

Give or take? Give

Nice or rude? Rude

Pet peeves: She hates the smell of coffee with a passion. She asked for her bedroom to be farthest from the kitchen so she wouldn’t have to deal with the smell in the morning. She also tends to be easily annoyed by people who talk during plays or concerts.

Guilty pleasures: Bethy will indulge in teas any day of the week. Especially in the morning, when everyone is brewing coffee. 

Images:

(i don't draw so picrews are the best i can do until I can save enough for to be able to commission so...)

Yippee -insert autism creature here-

(Also @yanderepuck bc they said they were interested in reading the oc bio so um yeah)

As of posting this I've yet to make any masterposts but I will soon!!!! Eventually,,,

[streetplants]

Okay so- first impressions of the new chapter:

TL;DR: This chapter was dialogue heavy, fast paced and kinda confusing

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Its dialogue heavy, like REALLY dialogue heavy, theres around 5-10 wkrd balloons every chapter, which is really exhausting to read- i ended up skimming half of the chapter

Like look at this:

Theres sooo much text uuurgghh

Next thing- is how the battle started. Its really REALLY weird that they just made him pop outta nowhere i feel like they tried to make humour... But also make it intimidating??? "oh ill protrct you if boss comes over- oh no!! Its boss!!"

The way the battle gets trqnslated onto manga is rlly weird, but i can forgive that ig

What i cant forgive, is how they didnt show "omori did not succumb" because thats import too i think,,

Also- why'd boss come up to the picnic? I dont mind skipping hide and seek, but cmon.. Really??

Mari's supposed to be safe, omori wouldnt even let anything happy even that close to her

Next: the first "jumpscare". Why's they leave one photo out instead of it falling out the photobook?? I genuinely did not understabd that

But also, whyd everything just explode from basil-i feel like its bendy and the ink machine rn and also the headspace gang arent.. Supposed to react to that,,, cause omori resets it

I think what would be better: basil looking at the photo scared and going "MARI.... She's.." and then just like a full page of idk a jumpscare?? But not like how the manga did it idk how to phrase it

Immediately after that, we get back to the real world which gave me a LOTT of whiplash "oh right we know about rw"

Uhhh not much left yo say after that, just the basic "oh i dont think aubrey would slam the photobook but i dont mind"

Alright thanks for coming to my ted talk,,,

[fictionfixations]

Trials of Change / Naruto Fic (Fic Rec)

summray:

Haruno Sakura made a promise. Looking in the eyes of her Shisou and the reanimated Hokage, she took on the most important mission of her life.

Go back in time and try to prevent the 4th Shinobi War.

Now, Sakura is back to her 5-year-old body, with all the knowledge and haunting memories of the future. She vows to keep her precious people safe and stop certain events from happening, without altering the timeline too much. The trials her emotions and logic put her through have her questioning her very existence, but for the sake of peace, she has to push forward. No matter what.

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off topic but i am tired and sometimes i hate the panic button on opera gx cause i just accidentally hit f12 and then everything closes and i get a moment of absolute panic of 'oh shit MY TABS'

and then i remember i just need to hit it again to bring it back (man. the first time i discovered this i remember panicking like 'WTF DID I PRESS WHYD IT CLOSE NOOO' and my hand alignment to keyboard was off so thats why i ended up int he f's anyway. and it came back thankfully but oh my god)

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so talking about the fic now

time travel. its not where character is op and fixes everything (although those are enjoyable in their own right)

this is more like. character has all this knowledge (but also doesnt know some stuff or like how things happened)

but also they're. a child. so they dont have the power they had when they were older, so its tough

also i can confidently say this is one of the fics that for one, didnt just make me sob. but i sobbed so much i had to take a break. and then i got distracted and came back feeling better and less like i want to cry every second (and then i wanted to cry again but oh my god im running low on tissues)

this is just book one though so theres more. im gonna hceck it out in a second but. go give it a shot if you like naruto fics and time travel.

[hecksupremechips]

i feel like ken opinion has sifted so like. now hating him may in fact be the unpopular rather than the popular. but if ken hate is still the popular opinion would love to hear ur positive or, if ken appreciation is popular now. p3p theme appreication in contrast to other p3 games? i feel THATS unpopular tbh i may have misunderstood the prompt my brain is jelly

Ken has pretty mixed reviews I think so it’s hard to say if it’s an unpopular opinion to like him. In general I avoid any hate of Ken and just associate with the girlies who are nice to him. BUT I still wanna talk about how much I love Ken anyways so I’ll just answer both parts of this ask 🏂

Kens relationship with Shinji and his specific theories on what happened to his mother vary in each different version of p3 but I’m very much a fan of versions like the movie where the two of them have a sweet bond before Ken learns the truth. Like Ken looking up to shinji and seeing him as just the nicest and coolest guy ever is really cute and the way he nervously asks if Shinji wants to go to the summer festival with him is also so fucking cute. And Shinji feels a mix of shit like obvious guilt and a fear of being too close to Ken but also he’s so fucking protective of Ken too and just wants the kid to be happy and safe and like Shinji is just the kinda guy who’d have a massive soft spot for kids so he definitely would have a soft spot for Ken. But hnnghh I’m not here to talk about that! So yeah I think Ken loves Shinji a lot but then when he discovers the truth everything becomes really fucking complicated. There’s this really good moment in the movie where right before October 4th Ken is taking care of the fish Shinji won for him at the fair (WHICH IS SO CUTE) and he starts crying and is like “of all people, whyd it have to be you?” Which makes me sob so I love like. Ken has known for some time that there was some unnatural bullshit with his mothers death and that she was killed, but he’s been completely invalidated by the police and really any adult he’s tried telling this to. So he just becomes more and more resentful because no one ever takes him seriously and he KNOWS what he saw so he takes it upon himself to reveal the truth and get revenge. His idea of revenge is like a vague idea that just kinda spirals I’d say like he definitely thinks his mom was murdered in an intentional and malicious way so it’s easy to hate her killer and it’s easy to want to kill them. But then when he realizes it’s Shinji it throws him for a loop cuz he loves Shinji and while their time together has been short, he’s a good guy like yeah he’s intimidating and isn’t in control of his persona or his emotions but the idea of him being a murderer is really hard to believe. But Ken has been building this idea in his head for so long and he’s so young and has been told everything is black and white so he tries to carry out his plan anyways. AND THIS IS JUST MY PERSONAL BELIEF but if they hadn’t been interrupted I genuinely don’t think Ken would’ve been able to kill Shinji. I think he would’ve been standing there shaking and sweating like IM GONNA DO IT IM GONNA GET YOU but he doesn’t move at most he would injure Shinji but he wouldn’t kill him. He isn’t in his right mind and his worldview is shattering I think he could’ve been talked out of it cuz he’s a good kid man and he was very clearly hesitant

So yeah I love his relationship with shinji and his rage that comes from grief and invalidation, he really does just need a fucking hug. And I love how sweet he is how much he cares about the others and how like. He really is just 10 years old and you just wanna get him outta there lol like he should not be fighting shadows he should be playing shadow the hedgehog 😭

And my ass is always here to appreciate p3p and its themes like oh my godddd AAAAAA. Anyone who says Kotone goes against the theme of the game is just like. Stupid? And misogynistic obviously. Cuz i really truly don’t see how??? Like genuinely don’t know how that conclusion can be reached other than misogynistic nonsense. I love Kotone she’s a very good protagonist I’d say what really makes her work for me in contrast with the other protagonists is like. She isn’t some sorta Perfect Ideal Man for the straight men playing to project onto like just by being a girl they kinda had to throw that idea out the window lol and she’s just like silly and goofy, she isn’t this perfect amazing mold she’s just chilling. And I also obviously like her cuz yay female protagonist lol

I think Kotone brings out the best in the team like portables version of the characters is the ideal way of experiencing them like they’re so so good and i really really felt like everyone loved and cared for each other cuz that’s a problem that persona games have imo (in 4 UGHHH they all just like treated each other horribly and everyone acts like they’re such great friends and I’m like. What game did you play sir). And obviously her social links are leagues better like why would I want the alternative like hello Akihiko and Shinji are literally the stars and the moon that’s so fucking good and I can hang out with Ken and a dog and a cool librarian girl. I’ll say the romance options are pretty shit but guys honestly, persona romance routes have never really been GOOD

Then I guess the big controversy, the pocket watch coma route, I’ve gone on record pretty much every goddamn day voicing my love for this aspect of the game like. It’s all the same; Shinji is deeply suicidal and literally dies thinking he deserves it, his death being “necessary” for the theme to work is such a slap in the face to me like it comes off as either Shinji dying was meant to be a lesson to the audience to not live like him cuz that’d be wasting your life which is, really shitty and inconsiderate like good god I think being depressed because you can’t control your emotions and you accidentally killed a woman when you were 16 is pretty justified i dont think you can just “move on” from that. The alternative is his death is supposed to be this tragedy that the player must overcome because they’re trying to say that death happens and you lose people and it sucks but that doesn’t mean life isn’t worth living which. First off, literally all these characters have already lost someone important to them so killing off Shinji is completely unnecessary and second uh. I feel like if that’s the lesson you wanna teach, shouldn’t Shinji be like the ideal character to teach it to??? And like I’ve said this many times but it’s really hard for me to feel good about this games themes when the character whose struggles i related to most apparently needed to die for the message to work like. Thanks for that 😞. I don’t think you have to avoid ever writing suicide or like bad things happening to suicidal characters but this specific instance was just. Oh it was so bad I hate it so much I refuse to play any version of this game where Shinji dies I refuse.

So uh basically when he gets to live, specifically through the power of friendship, it means so much to me. It’s a good way of showing how simple acts of kindness can go a long way and we keep each other alive by being loving to one another and taking care of each other and that’s what life’s all about. And I like optimism and love being used to show life is worth living cuz that’s way more effective in making me want to live than some fear mongering shit. So yeah I’m clinging onto Shinji getting to live for dear life it’s actually so so important to me that someone like him get a chance to realize he’s worth something and he deserves to be alive and happy and he can get there one day. Makes me feel less hopeless 🥰

And I’ll just leave with this: the most important thing in the world is in the stage play when Shinji wakes up from his coma Ken gives him a massive hug and I cry and I sob and I die

[specialagentlokitty]

Lisa cuddy x reader - other life

Hi x could I request Lisa cuddy x reader where the reader is on houses team and they have a crush on cuddy. With them ending up together please! Thank you and no worries if you don’t want to <3 - Anon💜

You couldn’t help looking at her as she walked past. You thought you were being sneaky but apparently not because Cameron smiled as she slid next to you.

“Does Cuddy scare you?” She asked.

You jumped slightly, shaking your head you awkwardly looked away as you quickly gathered some files from the desk to take back to the office and go over.

“Then whyd you stare at her?” She asked next.

You avoided the question and tried to leave the conversation but apparently your friend was having non of it because she followed you.

Suddenly a gasp left her mouth, she jogged in front of you and blocked the door to the office.

“You have a crush on her?!” She whisper yelled.

“No...” you mumbled.

“Oh you so do.” She teased.

You hid your face between the files and gently kicked her in the shin.

“Please don’t tell anyone!”

“I won’t, your secrete is safe with me.” She laughed.

You smiled sweetly and made you way into the office, sitting at the table with Chase and Foremen as you split the files between them all.

Cameron made sure whenever Cuddy walked past that you knew, she would nudge you, or call your name.

A few weeks had passed, and you were called in from a day off, so when you rocked up all clad in leather, and a bikers helmet under your arm everyone was stunned to say the least.

“Looks like our sweet innocent (Y/N) has a bad side.” House chuckled.

“Damn, I didnt think this would be how you dressed outside of work. Looking good (Y/N)!” Chase smiled.

You awkwardly looked away and mumbled a Thanks before glancing at them again.

“So... Uhm.. What’s up anyways..?”

“We just needed you to fill in some missing paperwork.” Cuddy smiled.

She looked as if she was trying hard not to look at you, but when you glanced to her, she was peering at you from the corner of her eyes.

She grabbed a few papers from the reception desk and turned her back towards you.

“It won’t take long, they’re in my office.”

You nodded and trailed behind her, catching the wink that Cameron sent you way.

Following behind your boss, you gently closed the doors behind you, and set you helmet on the floor, stripping yourself of your leather jacket, you revealed a white vest with faint red stains dotted on it.

Cuddy watched you as you neatly folded the jacket, setting it on the floor with your helmet.

You had a full sleeve tattoo, roses and thorns that went from your elbow to your wrist.

“I wasn’t aware you had tattoos.” She said.

You quickly spun round, hiding your arm behind your back.

“Sorry! I know the hospital doesn’t approve of tattoos, it’s why I try to hide it.” You mumbled.

“May I have a look?” She asked.

You blushed a little and nodded your head, walking over you held your arm out to her.

She carefully held it making your skin tingle a little where she touched. She slowly inspected the work of art on your skin before letting your arm go.

“It’s a beautiful work, if you don’t mind try keep it away while at work.”

“Of course, thank you.”

She smiled and handed you some papers and a pen.

“It isn’t much at all, I’ve noted where you need to fill in.”

“Thank you... sorry to trouble you...”

“Not at all (Y/N).”

You knelt at her desk to start filling in your missing work.

While doing that, Cuddy tried to keep her eyes from you but she couldn’t. She was intrigued by this new side of you.

“May I asked what you were doing before you came here?”

“I was in a rally, we gather on the track and race.” You replied softly.

“I see. It seems like a rather... extreme sport for someone of your personality.”

You smiled up at her as you stood, sliding the paper and pen back over.

“It is, but I really enjoy it. They guys are some good friends of mine.”

You headed over and pulled your jacket back on, you went to zip it up but you were stopped by Cuddy suddenly in front of you. Pointing to the stains on your vest.

“Is That why there’s blood on your clothes?” She asked concerned.

“Sometimes landings are hard to stick.” She grinned sheepishly.

She frowned but never said anything, just allowed you to zip the jacket up and tuck the helmet under your arm.

“I mean... if it’ll make you feel better you can come watch some time...”

You were expecting her to say no, but as always you wanted her to say yes. You wanted to spend time with her, and for her to see your favourite thing in the world.

“That is inappropriate.”

“Sorry...”

You went to leave, but she quickly grabbed your arm making you stop. A sly smile on her face.

“Just don’t let anyone find out, okay?”

“Of course! I’ll text the address I’ll be there all day.”

You gave her a small wave and jogged out with a huge smile on your face.

Hours had passed, and you were laid on the floor, covered in dirt and oil as you tinkered with a bike in the garage.

“Hey kid, there’s a guest for you!” A biker called.

“Huh!?”

You shot up, head smacking off the bike, you groaned and stood up, heading over to the counter you grabbed a clean rag and pressed it to the sore spot, making your way outside.

To your surprise, Cuddy was stood there dressed in casual clothing.

“Cuddy! Sorry I completely got carried away!”

“It’s alright, and it’s Lisa outside of work. Are you okay?” She asked pointing to your head.

“Yeah... I think so...”

You took the rag away, there was a little blood on it but not muched so your shrugged, cleaning the oil from your hands you tossed it behind you.

“What would you like to see first?” you asked.

“Preferably a band aid on that cut.”

You grinned a little and nodded, leading her into the bar, you headed to the back to search for some.

“You can order, it’s on my tab.”

“Thanks.”

You pulled out the medical box and set it on the bar, grabbing what you needed you put it back.

“Again?” A man sighed.

“Sorry Jax...” you sighed.

“Be more carefully idiot. And get your lady a drink, don’t be rude!”

You raised your hands, leaving the medical supplies you turned to Cuddy.

“The man has spoken, what can I get you?”

“How about a beer.” She smiled.

“Ah, a beer for the hard working lady.”

You whipped one out and opened it, sliding it over to her, you made your own drink and friend around.

Cuddy motioned for you to sit next to her so you walked around and sat at the bar.

She grabbed an antibacterial wipe and opened it, bringing it up to your head.

“It’s gonna sting.”

She pressed it on and you hissed slightly, but allowed her to clean the wound. When she was done she grabbed the bandaid and gently covered the small cut.

“Thanks...” you said shyly.

She smiled and you guys drank for a bit before you showered her around.

“This is the garage, it’s where we store bikes that don’t work. Some are for parts others are being fixed up.”

“You were working in here, right?” She asked.

“Yeah, I’m fixing up a bike for my friends kid. He died a few months ago, and wanted his daughter to have his bike.”

Cuddy looked at you staring at the half put together bike in sadness.

She teached out, taking your hand in hers ah laced your fingers together.

“You’re a good person. That’s really sweet of you.”

You gave her a pained smile and turned around, pain melting away into happiness as you led her out and back into the bar.

“This was pretty fun. It’s nice to see what you’re like outside of work, it’s definitely a huge shock.”

“Yeah, most people never guess this is my other life.” You laughed.

She laughed and looked at you, leaning forward she pressed a kiss to your cheek and pulled back. Whether it was real or if she drank too much you didn’t know, and you didn’t wanna know either.

“Can we do this again sometime?” She asked.

“I’d love that Lisa.” You smiled

[that-one-weeb-but-starwars]

Crosshair becomes a dad but I make it as sad as Possible

I highly recommend listening to "Two Men in Love", "In this Shirt" by The Irrepressible or "Facelessnights like these" by slen, because it makes it that much more sadder there's alot more like "Broken" and "whyd you only call me when your high but the violion cover" but we arent getting into that

Y/n stood there, the air still, the clones infront of her still.

Her friend, best friend, her everything. Her only one.

"Don't do this Cross." Y/n begged, it wasnt a distraction it was on pure impulse, on pure want- no need.

"Don't do this!" Y/n shouted at him.

It was a silent stand off.

"Good soilders, follow orders." Crosshair announced.

"Y/n get down!"

The blaster fire started as Wrecker had grabbed her, trying to keep her safe as he fired back at them.

"Wrecker I-"

"I know. It'll be okay!" He tried to soothe still shooting at the men.

"Get to the ship!" Hunter demanded the group attempting to rush off, Wrecker getting shot in the process, but everyone making it quickly.

This wasnt right, not at all.

Y/n sat in the Cargo hold alone most of the time after the incident, wanting to sit in pure solitude, she didnt feel like sitting with anyone, Hunter had forced her too though.

He was worried for her and even stopped her only a few days into there voyage.

"Y/n."

"Yes?"

"Are. Are both of you okay?" He asked worriedly.

Y/n put an arm around her stomach, "how..."

"I. You're uh...pregnant aren't you?" He asked, "It's Crosshair's, isnt it?"

He watched her expression as the words set in, her face droping, only to collapse into a fit of cries and sob as he hugged her. Unable to even speak she cried into his arms, tears rolling down her face as she held onto him.

Hunter held her close, attempting to give her any type of security as he rubbed her back.

"I-I miss him so much!" She cried.

The others on the ship hearing her cry at Hunter even behind closed doors.

"Why is Y/n crying?" Omega asked Echo.

"Y/n and Crosshair, they were closer than all of us." Echo told her, "Y/n loved Crosshair very much. She loves us all very much. Thats why when we get hurt she cries."

"Well you're all brothers and shes your sister right?" Omega asked.

"Y/n isnt a sister, even if she may be like a sister to us, such as Wrecker, Echo, Hunter and I. Y/n was a non clone that snuck her way into the ranks as a medic." Tech spoke, "what her and Crosshair had was a diffrent type of carring."

"Like what?" Omega asked.

"Like Cut and Su." Echo told her, "Crosshair and Y/n were like Cut and Su, and like them, Y/n always wanted to have children after the war, and she hoped to have them with Crosshair."

"Oh..." Omega spoke, Hunter walking back to the group who looked at him, and kept quiet.

"Listen men, We have to keep an eye on Y/n." Hunter spoke, "an extra eye out, shes vulnerable and the last thing we need is another one of us gone."

"Is Y/n going to have a baby?" Omega asked.

Hunter looked down at her, "I..uh...well yes."

Hunter kneeled down to her height as Omega frowned, "Well how is she going to be like Cut and Su if Crosshair isnt here?"

"She'll have to do it without Crosshair's for now. But not for long." Hunter told her.

"She'll have us!" Wrecker tried to lighten up the mood.

"But Tech and Echo said it isnt the same." Omega spoke.

"Well. They're right, it isnt," Hunter spoke, "But we're all she has right now and she needs it."

Omega nodded, they'd leave her alone for the next cycle or two letting her recover from her heart break from Crosshair, and she did with time, but never returned to how she would be fully.

Throughout the months her stomach stayed generally the same size, concerning the boys- wasn't she suppose to get big? Like- a ball under a shirt big, and they did try to help her- until it got to much- helping you down a ramp- or even to open a door. Y/n convinced them that she was fine. Omega tried to be helpful too, and the thought made Y/n smile within a few years she'd had a little girl or boy running around like Omega did.

It wasnt till Cid gave them another mission everything would go bad.

"You should be sitting this one out." Cid told Y/n.

"Im fine." Y/n responded with a smile, "but thank you."

Y/n left with the group, the mission going as planned until they ran into Crosshair.

Y/n rushing with Omega at her side, hiding her behind her own body.

"Omega! Get to the ship!" Y/n shouted rushing across the open hanger with Omega.

Hunter and the others rushing to catch up with the two as Crosshair stood in the middle hall the doors opening as he already was aiming his rifle at Y/n.

"Y/n! Get down!"

Hunter ran into Crosshair the bullet firing as Y/n was shot, as she fell to the ground on her side.

Omega pulling Y/n by the back of her armor behind a crate, as Y/n held her stomach in pain trying to keep quiet and not scare the child infront of her, but it wasnt long until Y/n was crying out in pain.

"No- no! Y/n! You'll be okay!" Omega spoke pulling off Y/n's helmet.

"Omega! Go!" Y/n responded, tears rolling down her face, "Fucking go now! Omega go now!"

"I-I can't leave you!" Omega shouted- Y/n screaming in agony, she had never been like this when shes been shot.

"Omega! Get to the ship!" Tech demanded joining there group, as Omega looked at the two

"Y/n! Y/n! Where have you been shot!" Tech demanded an answer.

"Its her stomach!" Omega spoke Y/n shaking her head quickly.

"What a great time to dialating Y/n!" Tech argued.

"Oh fuck you!" Y/n argued back.

"Dialating?!" Omega asked.

"Shes going into labor!" Tech told them both, "help me get her up! Now!"

Omega helped Tech get Y/n up as she tried to fight off the pain.

Getting her up the ramp Tech ordered Omega to comn the others who were still in blaster fire, while Tech took Y/n into the back room.

"Hunter, Echo, Wrecker!?" Omega shouted into her comn, "Y/n's having her baby!"

"What!?" Hunter shouted back shocked.

The others rushed to the ship, exchanging in cover fire as Echo jumped onto the ship and they took off, leaving Crosshair and his clones behind on the hanger.

It didnt help hearing Y/n's screams.

"I'm going in here!" Wrecker demanded.

"Y/n needs her space! Let her have it!" Hunter demanded stopping his men from pushing any forward, including Omega.

It went on for over thirty mintues, finally when the screams came to a hault Tech came out the back room.

"They're both okay."

There was a heavy sigh if relief as the others came in the room. Y/n sitting agaisnt the wall with a blanket or two covering her.

"Hey.." she spoke horsely as she held the baby in her arms.

"What his name?" Omega asked.

"Well. He is actually a she." Y/n responded, "and well, her name is Eisley."

Omega sat next to Y/n with a smile, "Would you like to hold her?"

Omega looked up at Hunter, "Just. Be careful."

Omega was handed the baby carefully as she looked down at the baby girl who was sleeping, the others joining around her as Y/n thanked them all.

"Now all we have to do is get Crosshair back and you'll be like Cut and Su." Omega mentioned as Y/n smiled, handing the baby to Wrecker who was extremely nervous, but mellowed out as the baby slept in his arms.

With there misison complete they headed back to Cid's, with an I dont you so and a lecture at the end Cid still ended up holding the baby, but within the next day Y/n show severe signs of being sick.

Tech had detected it as an after sickness of being pregnant, but they weren't ready to find it fatal.

Y/n laid in a bed, in the back of Cid's place, paler than Echo, but with a tempture of over one-hundred "I'll be fine..." Y/n told Hunter who sat on the edge of the bed, "I've been through worse."

Before he could speak she turned away coughing up blood into a trashcan besides her, her nose bleeding.

"This isnt something a bandaid can fix Y/n." Hunter explained.

She sighed laying back down, "I...I know."

Hunter grabbed her hand as she smiled weakly, "I'm sorry Y/n."

His eyes had started to water as Y/n squeezed his hand with what she had left, "Don't be. And don't cry."

"Your in pain," Hunter tried to explian.

"I know." Y/n told, "Trust me I know, but its okay."

She tugged at his hand lightly as he helped her sit up, hugging him weakly he rubbed her back, but was in to much pain as she had to lay back down again.

"I'll send the others in..." Hunter spoke as Y/n nodded, "I'll come see you tommrow."

She smiled softly, "goodbye Hunter, thank you for everything."

He nodded with a small smile in return as he walked out the room shutting the door behind him.

Walking down the hall, he stopped at the small room they put together for the kid.

Omega playing with the small girl as Echo held her in her lap, the young one already trying to eat everything and that included Echo's socket arm.

"How's Y/n?"

Hunter turned his head seeing Wrecker besides him, all Hunter did was shake his head.

"She won't make it much longer." Hunter spoke, his chest tightening as he sighed, "in fact, I think she just left us..."

It was a solemn day, the group had been told, and Cid was told as well. The group standing around her bed as Omega held onto Hunter's leg. Echo held the baby as it was silent.

They couldnt speak, say anything, Y/n had been the light of the team for so long, and everyone was happy to see one of them finally be happy, not in war, with a life, with a family.

But there was that one.

Laying dead and covered by a sheet.

It was a day later they would get Crosshair's back.

He would apologize for everything and knew Y/n his one and only deserved that apology more than anyone.

But it would go quiet, and no one would talk. He found it odd, maybe she moved on, maybe he had killed her and he didnt even know it.

"Where's Y/n? And Echo?" Crosshair asked.

"Y/n. She's no longer with us." Hunter told his brother.

"I. I shot her-"

"No. Crosshair you didn't kill Y/n." Hunter told her, "and Echo, he's back at base."

Base?

"So where is she? If shes not dead? She left?" Crosshair asked.

The group quiet, "Crosshair, no. Y/n she got sick, after...she had a baby." Tech explained.

"What baby?" Crosshair asked.

"Crosshair. It's your baby. She had your child."

Crosshair demanded they take him to there base, and when they did Cid was infront of the house, making warm drinks for the two who sat at her bar.

"Crosshair?!" Echo questioned, standing up a baby in his arms as Crosshair looked at the bundle in his arms.

Pushing back Wrecker and Tech he stepped forward, Echo backing up a step as he held the child close, his last promise to Y/n was to keep her child safe, for no harm nor sickness come to her.

"Echo. He's okay." Hunter tried to ease the man as Echo nodded.

"I. It was the last promise I made to Y/n. I refuse to break it." Echo mentioned, "I just dont want to let her down."

"Can. Can I hold her." Crosshair asked, it was more of a demand, a soft one, a need over a want.

Echo handed the baby off to him carefully, a bit warry but tried to keep what Y/n would of wanted in mind.

Crosshair held the small sleeping bundle, a hand on the back of her head as she yawned,

"Whats her name?" Crosshair asked.

"Y/n named her Eisley." Omega chimed in.

Crosshair looked down at the child, Mos Eisley that was where the group went after there first successful misison located on Tatooine.

Refocusing her thoughts on the small girl, her eyes were opened, barring her mothers eyes as she stared up at Crosshair's in star strucken wonder.

"Hi-"

The baby cut him off, laughing as her small arms reached out for him.

"Hi there...my little Eisley-"

He couldnt even get a full sentence out before he started crying, his eyes full of tears as he hugged the bay girl carefully.

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So yes if I gotta cry you gotta cry too @thatmaroonjedi

Only homies cry together-

[triclitch]

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I just can't lol.

So yo guys. You wanna just umm pretend season 15 didn't happen.

Like it feels like a bunch of fanfic tropes all collage-d into one season like umm...

1. The whole filler episodes just. Wtf. Like I get it. The writers wanna make us feeel for the characters more so the ending will be more gut wrenching. But . Write it into the plot y'know? Don't waste my time Kay.

2. The Destiel confession, like applause for Misha's consistency of acting cause it didn't really come outta no where. But Dean's reaction?

And cas' death was just so wjfjwjwkf. Like I remeber this badass angle.fro. season 4 amd now he just dies like this. Like I get it. He's been on earth for so long and he's died multiple times and his grace has been taken multiple times but damn.. I want season 4 cas back so badly like they made him weaker throughout the show and just opf what an unsatisfying death for him.

3. Hahaha don't even get me started on Midam.

Like. Adam just dies off screen!!! Un how ? Explain! And like Chuck just somehow Bill cipher his ass?? So a vessel can be split from their archangels. And you're telling me Michael just didn't know about that and didn't like take precautions or did it himself safely!! So that he could snap Adam away to a safe place cause he cares about Adam, we saw that in ep. 8 sooo ummm...

4. Also the fact that Michael really said aww shit lost Adam the only thing I care about, welp let me join the person who killed him!!!!!!

Like nahh fam. If you wanna give Michael an evil arch have him go ballistic, have him try to kill EVERYONE Chuck included.

Or.

And this is crazy have him actually grieve like he would . Like why show Midam being friends then just have Michael as soon as he loses Adam just join the person who killed him?

5. Luci. Baby. What have they done. Brought my man back just to kill him. And so damn easily too. Like this biss didn't make us have half a season just trying to defeat him only to be killed just like that.

And him joining Chuck. I know we're trying to sell the whole daddy issue trope but umm I swear he would've still helped the Winchesters cause like he wants to stick it to the man y'know.

6. And Jack. Oooo Jackie boi. I know you're like the new Chuck but are you so conceited that you don't think to bring back you're father (cas) like again writers why show any father son shit between cas and Jack if he was just gonna forget about cas?

7. Also back to the fillers why show any bonding between team free will in past seasons and episodes. And just say f cas when the family fluff episodes came around like what!!!!!

8. Also the kill all gays shit. Like I couldn't care less for spn romance, but like why? Why kill Cas like lol sure be homophobic if you must but try to keep it in your closet....damn man killing my boi and for what.

9. Charlie. Whyd she have to die.

10. And sam umm you don't try to find your girlfriend like tf!??? Poor Eileen

11. Oh and is Billy dead dead cuz Luci killed her and if so why isn't every dead person running out? Cause like Chucks dead and Luci is dead so shouldn't souls be like trapezing outta their respective places cause I promise you Jack ain't gonna be a good gate keeper. Also...

12.Amara. Girl are you just floating around im so confused. Like... lol

In conclusion this whole season is a mess. Like someone please explain to me this entire mess...

And fanfic writers on AO3 please fix this whole season. Like geez ...

[cloudyyangel]

i was really excited to respond but i am now, sleeby and just wanna curl up somewhere warm soooo, spark notes! of things i wanted to say! cause less... less energy. wah 😪 day was good. i may be tired but it was honestly pretty great had fun, made money, sweated a bunch oh god. weather here is lot colder than urs probably is? cause we got all the seasons and all im just a weak little northerner. fav kind of icecream is pumpkin which is a THING and its fucking GLORIOUS and WHYD OES IT HAVE TO BE SEASONAL IM TOO LAZY TO MAKE MY OWN AAAAAAAAAAAAAa. also!! other pup!!!! ur gonna get a whole pack at this rate! lol

wanted to try and be a flirty pup? maybe? h? but u also said u didnt want a puppy for thirsty reasons so my head got all confused. read ur response right before bed last night and honestly it was a really nice way to drift off to sleep, felt all warm and safe and flustered. cozy pup 😴 still stuck feeling very affectionate and just have this, strong, strong desire to make u happy? wanna be good

also nanamis good!!! hes a kind soul!!! i hope even if ur plans didnt go how u wanted to ur still having fun writing and stuff. stories may run away from u but hey maybe thats just part of the process -puppy anon (-ᴥ-ʋ)

I hope you get some rest!! Especially since it’s summer and days are longer- I feel like I never get enough sleep haha. I’m always awake because I’m doing work at night but then during the day I don’t wanna sleep so it’s frustrating (*≧m≦*) that’s why I like winter better, the days are shorter so I can go to sleep early and feel like I’m not missing out on day time. Ironically I love spark notes ehehe I used it a lot in high school and college! So it’s fun! Yay for money! ���(>∀<☆)ノ That’s always good! I recently got paid and spent a lot of it on pointless things ahhh. Pumpkin ice cream?? I don’t think I’ve ever had it :o I’m from Southern US so we don’t have a lot of pumpkin stuff here haha. We have a lot of fruit flavors, and lots of cookie related ice cream, hmmm.

Aww you’re seriously too cute lil pup. I’m glad my message made you feel all nice and warm! You do make me happy! You are a good pup!! Trust me! I always get excited to see your message because I know it’ll be nice! ૮ ’• ˕ •` ა You can be a flirty pup! I’m pretty flirty myself! You’re right, I didn’t specifically want to talk to people for thirsty reasons, I just wanted to talk! But if you’re comfortable with it then I don’t mind being affectionate and flirty- I’ll match whatever you give out okay? If you want to get cuddles and kisses, then that’s great! I love that! Or if you wanna vent about your day and just talk then that’s fine too! You can even flip from one to the other and I’ll just go with the flow haha. My ultimate goal is to make sure others are happy and comfortable- so just do whatever will make you comfortable and happy okay? That will make me happy!

Nanami is good! I really like his characterization- he seems to really care about his work and wants to protect people so I relate to him a lot! This Drabble has definitely ran away from me. It ran to the other side of the world and I can’t catch it haha but I think I’ll post it later tonight! (ﾉ･ｪ･)ﾉ♡

[therainroguefanfiction]

🔥 ℝise Ⱥbove I̾t ◈ Chapter 022 [Winchester’s Starting Line]

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Word Count: 3,282

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〈“You know you’re fighting in a losing battle, Making a noose out of your hollow crown. I hold a match up to your paper castle, and watch it all burn down.” Ellie Goulding, “Hollow Crown”〉

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The smoke cleared and the boss was on the other end of the room, his body embedded in the back wall. The male standing in front of me was breathing heavily, sword poised in front of him in both hands. Wait, I recognize that mop of green hair!

“Izuku?”

He glanced over his shoulder, giving me a nervous smile. “H-Hi, Jen-san.” He was wearing a long-sleeved white shirt under a green vest. His hands were covered by gloves and he wore a brown utility belt around his waist, legs covered by blue pants. He’s also a swordmaster.

“Deku?! What the fuck are you doing here?!” Bakugo yelled, stomping over to the boy.

“U-Um, I… you looked like… you n-needed help…”

“Hah?! As if I’d ever need help from a nerd like you!”

“You say that, but Winchester would have been a goner if he hadn’t stepped in when he did.” Iida approached the two, dressed in a suit of armor, his helmet tucked under his arm. He’s the knight class.

“That’s her fault for being a fucking weakling!”

“Gee, thanks.” I rolled my eyes, coughing again.

“Don’t worry, Jen, I can heal you!” Ochaco smiled brightly as she kneeled beside me, dressed in a short tan dress with a red hood over her head. Black leggings covered her legs, disappearing into brown boots. She carried a wooden staff, her right hand wearing a red glove. She’s the mage class. Ochaco hovered her hand above my stomach and it started to glow purple before my health shot up. “There, all better!”

“Thanks,” I pulled myself to my feet, dusting off my pants.

Iida snapped his gaze to me. “Why are you here? You’re not even level fifty yet!”

My eyes narrowed. “I’m half a pubic hair from being fifty. Fuck you.”

His cheeks burned. “E-Either way, this area is far too advanced for you! Show some responsibility for your actions.”

“You know, you really fucking piss me off, Prep.”

“P-Prep? My name is -!”

“I don’t fucking care,” I scoffed. “Oi, Bakuhoe. You got five minutes to finish this bitch off before I call it quits. I’m fuckin’ hungry and now in a bad mood.”

“Che, don’t tell me what to do!” He turned his back to me. “Let’s go, shitty hair!”

“Right!” Kirishima blew smoke from his nose.

Izuku and Iida joined the fight, while Ochaco stuck close to me with a magical shield up in case the boss decided to attack me again. Ten minutes passed and Kirishima dealt the finishing blow with a swipe of his clawed hand. Or is it a paw? Dragons don’t have paws right? Feet? But that makes me think of the back legs not the front.

As the boss shattered, an annoying jingling started to go off in my ear like I had just won the fucking jackpot on a slot machine. My level shot through the roof, jumping from forty-nine to seventy-nine. My body feels lighter, stronger, and now I have a shit ton of power points to assign again. For fuck’s sake.

Kirishima’s body started to shrink back to human form and he fell back onto his ass, a bright grin on his face. “I can’t believe we did it! You’re super strong, Midoriya!”

The greenette flushed at the praise, not missing Bakugo’s glare. “N-No, I’m really not -”

“Of course he is!” Iida pushed up his glasses. “Not only is he max level, but he also has the legendary Allmiber!”

Allmiber? What, is that the fucking love child of All Might and Excalibur?

“How the fuck did you hit max level?! And where the fuck did you get the most OP weapon in the damn game?!” Bakugo demanded, trying to grab the front of Izuku’s shirt, but the anti-PVP system prevented him from doing so.

“That’s so cool!” Kirishima jumped to his feet, eyes sparkling. “Only five people in the entire game have managed to find Allmiber!”

“And you, shitty hair!” Bakugo’s vermillion eyes snapped to the red-head, pointing an angry finger at his face. “How the fuck are you a Dragonling?!”

“What’s a Dragonling?” Ochaco whispered from behind me.

Izuku answered, his eyes shining. “Dragonlings are the rarest race in the whole game! They can’t be chosen or even bought, you can only get it as a drop from a powerful boss. The drop rate itself is only .01% and the drop location changes every week. They say that Dragonlings are unbeatable because of their massive health bars and insane defense and armor. They’re also the only race in the game that can change their forms in battle! Their dragon forms have been called the gods of the game! Did you know that the creator -”

I glanced over my shoulder at him, sweatdropping as he continued to ramble on about the game. A simple, ‘it’s rare!’ woulda been fine, ya know. But Ochaco and Iida are listening intently to him, as usual, nodding their head every few words.

Kirishima laughed as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I was just killing some scarecrows for a quest and it dropped.”

“You got a Dragonling from a fucking level five quest?! I’ll kill you!”

My lips tugged down as I watched the two groups interacting with each other. Why do I feel a sudden pang in my heart? I cursed, turning toward the exit portal that had opened up after the boss with destroyed. It took me back to town and I quickly logged out of the game, pulling myself off the wooden floor and turning the console off. I can still hear Bakugo screaming over the phone and I hesitated.

Should I say something? I decided I didn’t want to bother them and just ended the group call without a word, glancing at the clock. Nine-thirty.

The front door opened and closed, Toshi stepped into the living room looking tired and ragged. He smiled when he saw me. “Hello, young Jen. What would you like me to make for dinner?”

I grunted, pushing past him before he could step into the kitchen. “I wanna work on my cooking skull. You don’t mind, yeah?”

He sent me a confused look, but it soon melted to one of warmth. “That’s fine with me. I’m guessing tacos since I lifted the ban?”

“Nah. I’m in the mood for some curry.”

“Oh…” he shifted in the doorway, watching me closely. “Is anything bothering you?”

I sent him a small smile. “I spent all day playing an RPG with Bakugo, so I’ve just got a bit of headache.”

He sweatdropped. “That’ll do it. I’m gonna go take a shower.”

My smile dropped as soon as the bathroom door closed. To be honest, I don’t really know why I’m suddenly feeling so… isolated and down, I guess? I don’t wanna worry him, especially when I don’t even technically know what my problem is. Thinking about it, a lot of time has passed since I came to this world, since I started at U.A.

While everyone else has been forging friendships, I’ve been too damn busy keeping people at a distance. I haven’t made any efforts at all. Bakugo only asked me to play with him because he had no one else, but now he knows that the golden trio and Kirishima also play. They don’t need a low level to babysit that knows nothing about the game.

I groaned, rubbing my forehead in frustration. “Why is this bothering me? Get a grip.”

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My phone buzzed for the millionth time and I sighed, opening my messages. From Bakugo:

‘Where the fuck did u go?’

‘Oi, fuckin answer me’

‘…somethings wrong aint it?’

‘Stop fucking ignoring me!’

And from a number I didn’t recognize:

‘Hey Winchester! Got ur number from Bakugo!’

‘This is Kirishima btw’

‘Whyd u log out so suddenly? Everything ok?’

‘That sword u got is really cool btw, it costs a million gold!’

My brow furrowed. Why did he give my number to Kirishima? Why’d he want it in the first place? Are they really worried about me? And that sword… why did Bakugo give me something that’s worth so damn much? I don’t understand anything.

I sighed, throwing my phone onto the couch before plopping down onto the floor so I could put my sneakers on. I heard shuffling behind me as Toshi walked quietly down the hall, pausing when he noticed me.

“Young Jen, you’re up early!”

“Don’t sound so surprised, Toshi.”

“You’re never awake when I leave in the mornings.” He commented, sliding his feet into the over-sized loafers. He suddenly grinned, his body expanding as he took on his muscle form. “Shall I carry you to school today? Ahahaha!”

I rolled my eyes as I pushed the door open. “I’m not a kid, but I’m sure Izuku would take you up on that offer, though.”

He laughed again, closing and locking the door. “I’m sure he would! By the way, I wanted to thank you for befriending young Midoriya. I feel more at ease knowing that you’re there to watch his back.”

“I’d hardly call myself his friend,” I muttered under my breath.

“Hm? What was that?”

“I said you’re welcome.”

He smiled brightly, slapping my shoulder. “Be safe on your way to school, young Jen!” He kneeled down, kicking off the ground as he took to the sky. I waited until he was out of sight before starting to walk, stuffing my hands into my pockets.

It was still dark outside, the neighborhood peaceful as the residents slept. Crickets chirped tiredly in the distance, pausing when the wind blew through the trees. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve always found solace in the darkness. I’ve always been a night owl, preferring to be awake through the night rather than during the day. Maybe it’s because I hate the sun, or maybe it’s because there are fewer people around at night… I don’t really know the reason. This little strip of time before the sun starts to rise makes me feel at peace.

I took my time walking to school and the sun was just starting to glare over the horizon as I walked through the archway, casting shades of orange and purple across the sky. It was beautiful, sure, but I ain’t fond of the sun.

I entered the school building, heading for class 1-A. The room was empty and, for a minute, I just stood in the doorway. It felt weird without the loud chatter of the other students. It was eerie, like I had just stepped into an alternate dimension or some shit.

“Fuckin’ creepy,” I muttered, flicking on the light before heading to my desk. What do I do now? I left my phone behind, so I can’t play any games. I guess I could work on my homework… I started it last night but couldn’t concentrate so I ended up giving up and going to bed. Scrunching my nose up, I grabbed my notebook and the worksheets we had been given and got to work.

The door slid open a few minutes later and I glanced up, meeting surprised heterochromatic eyes. I returned my gaze to my notebook, where I was working on a doodle of Deadpool wearing a taco hat. At least he ain’t glaring at me, but the day is still young.

The legs of the chair scraped against the floor as he sat at his desk. He was quiet for a moment before speaking up, almost hesitantly. “Good morning,”

I raised a brow at him, but he was staring down at his desk. “Uh… sure.”

“Are you all healed up?”

“Yeah,”

“That’s good,” he nodded his head, pulling his notebook from his bag. “Does my voice really keep you calm?”

I nearly snapped my pencil, a bead of sweat rolling down my cheek. Damn, talk about being blunt. I cleared my throat, “Why are you even talkin’ to me?”

His eyes met mine, growing wide. “Should I not be?”

I shrugged. “You’ve always seemed perfectly content just glaring at me.”

Peppermint quickly looked away, his hair covering his eyes. “I’m sorry. You just… remind me of someone.”

“Who?”

He was silent for a moment and I figured he wasn’t going to answer. When he finally did, his voice was like ice. “My father,”

I raised a brow, humming. So a pretty boy with daddy issues, huh? Interesting. “Right. Good to know I remind you of an old man.”

“That’s not what I meant,” he mumbled, his cheeks gaining some color. “Will you answer my question now?”

“Yes, you have a calming voice. Happy?” I sighed, turning back to my notebook. Man, I accidentally stabbed Deadpool in the face.

The door slid open again and Fumi stepped inside, tilting his head as his eyes met mine. He approached my desk with a smile. “Good morning, Jen-san.”

“Sup, Fumi.”

“You’re usually one of the last to arrive. It’s quite alarming to see you here so early.”

“Sheesh, a girl tries to be a diligent student and everyone thinks the world is comin’ to an end.” I grinned, leaning back in my chair. “I wanted to try somethin’ new, but don’t worry, I hate it and won’t be doing it again.”

He chuckled, his eyes scanning my notebook. “You did this problem wrong,”

“Heh?” I glanced at the math problem he was pointing at. “Fuck math,”

“If you’d like, I can give you a hand.”

“For sure, thanks Fumi. The last thing I need is a lecture from Ectoplasm about not paying attention in his class.”

He nodded toward the pencil. “May I?”

“Go for it,” I watched as he scribbled down a number on the corner of the page.

“You can message me anytime you find yourself stuck and I will do my best to assist you.”

“Yeah, I will.” I smiled at him. “Thanks, Fumi.”

He nodded, returning the smile before heading to his desk. I caught Peppermint’s gaze but he quickly looked away. What’s his deal today?

Students slowly started to filter into the room and the silence morphed into loud chatter. In a way, their loud natures is annoying as all hell, but… I think I prefer it over the alternative.

“Wait, who are you?”

I glanced up at the sound of Alien’s voice, seeing Rin standing in the doorway. What’s he doing here?

He bowed, offering a kind smile. “My name is Hiryuu Rin from class 1-B next door. I’m looking for Winchester,”

Her eyes fell on me, half-hidden behind Momo. I stood up and approached him, grabbing his wrist and tugging him from the room. I could already hear her excited whispers. I swear if she starts spreading some stupid shit… I brought Rin to the stairway, which only had a few students passing by. As soon as I turned toward him, his arms were thrown around my neck, my body tensing at the contact.

“Uhh…”

“I’m so glad you’re okay.” He spoke with a voice full of emotion, his grip tightening around me. I could feel his heart hammering in his chest. “I heard about the attack, about two students being seriously injured along with Aizawa-sensei and Thirteen-sensei. I came to see you yesterday, to see if you were okay, but your entire class was gone. I was so worried about you, Winchester!”

My body relaxed as I wrapped my arms around him, gently rubbing his back. “The faulty thought it would be a good idea if we took a day off after the attack. Me and Izuku were a bit reckless, but it ain’t a big deal.”

“‘A bit reckless’?” He pulled back, eyes narrowed in frustration and worry. “You could’ve been killed.”

“I didn’t think you cared that much,” I muttered, scratching my cheek as I glanced to the side.”

“You’re my friend, of course, I care!” He sighed, letting his arms fall to his sides. “You’re okay, that’s what matters.”

My heart skipped a beat, my chest growing warm as my lips curled up. My hand rested on his head. “I’m sorry I worried you, Rin.”

“Call me Hiryuu.”

“Only if you call me Jen.”

“Deal,” he grinned.

“Hey, Rin! Class is gonna start soon!” An orange-haired girl smiled at us as she walked by with a girl that looked like she just stepped out of My Little Pony.

“Be right there, Kendo!” He called before turning back to me, pulling his phone out of his bag. “Can we exchange numbers?”

“Oh, uh, sure. I forgot my phone at home, though, so I’ll text you back after I get home.” I gave him my number and we parted ways, entering our own classrooms. Two numbers in one day? You’re turning into a player, girl. My good mood fizzled a bit when I entered class 1-A, eyes locking with angry vermillion.

“Morning, Winchester!” Kirishima grinned. “Last night was so much fun, let’s play again sometime!”

“Ooh~ What did you two do last night?” Alien asked, clapping her hands excitedly. “And who was that boy? Is he your boyfriend, Winchester?”

Satan, grant me the strength I need to not kill anyone today. “No, he’s just a friend.” I ignored her disappointed pout as I headed for my desk. I was almost there when a hand grabbed my shoulder roughly. Green met vermillion as we stared at each for a moment.

“You didn’t fucking answer my messages,” Bakugo’s voice was surprisingly calm as he gauged my reaction.

“I fell asleep after getting offline,” I lied, keeping my expression blank.

“Why the fuck didn’t you answer when you woke up, then?”

“Forgot my phone,”

“Stop fucking lying to me!”

I grunted, pulling myself from his grip and plopping down at my desk. Why do I suddenly feel so guilty about lying? Why did I even lie in the first place? It had been an instant reaction, I didn’t even consider it. We’re not even friends. He just tolerates me because I do the same for him.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance before stomping back to his desk.

“Hey, you guys! Did you watch the news?” Invisigirl asked, excitedly. “It was so cool that we got a few seconds of screen time. Though I bet nobody noticed me hanging out in the background…”

“Probably not,” Octo agreed.

Tail sweatdropped. “It is difficult to stand out when you’re just gloves…”

“We’re totally big deals.” Sparky’s voice was full of arrogance. “Those news channels love us, we’re basically celebrities!”

“Yeah, it’s kinda crazy, right?”

“Get over yourselves. The hero course that pumps out pros was attacked and that’s what they care about.”

“Who knows what woulda happened to us if the teachers hadn’t shown up.”

“Death. That’s what woulda happened.” I commented, dryly.

“Why’d you say that?!” Grape freaked out, his eyes full of tears. “I’m gonna pee myself just thinking about it!”

My lip curled back in disgust. Why is this fucking brat even in the hero course? I’ve seen more heroism from a fucking cockroach.

“Ah, shut up! Grow a pair, loser!!”

“Did you guys see All Might fighting the bird guy? That guy was super strong and he still destroyed him!”

“Yes, his strength is truly a thing of wonder.”

“Attention! Homeroom class is about to begin! Everyone stop talking and take your seats!” Iida ordered as he stood at the front of the room.

“Uh, we’re all sitting.”

“You’re the only one standing.”

Iida fell into his chair, body shaking. “Dang it,”

“Don’t sweat it,” Ochaco smiled. She’s honestly too precious for this world.

The door slid open and a heavily bandaged Aizawa appeared. His face was still covered, and both arms were in slings across his chest. “Good morning, class.”

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“ I Don’t Take Spanish.”

Anonymous said:Could you please do number 31 with Harrison? Love ur blog ❤️ 

31. “The truth is, my friends dared me to ask you out, but I’m really glad they did”  

“What about her?” Harry asked, pointing to the girl with (H/C) from across the party. She sat on the couch, in between a drunk couple making out and a young boy, most likely a freshman, who took sip of his beer and cringed at the taste. Harrison’s eyes flickered to the girl, smirking to himself. “Her name is (Y/N),” Tom said. “She’s in my Psych. class. Not exactly a social butterfly.” One of the other frat brothers, Jared said. “That’s our girl. If Haz can get her to go out with him, we all give him fifty bucks.If she puts out, a hundred.” Harrison looked from his “friends” and over to Tom, who gave him a forced smile, almost as if it were supposed to be reassuring. “Okay,” Harrison replied, reluctantly.

“Is this really a good idea?” Harrison asked as him and Tom made their way through the crowd of sweaty bodies, a Post Malone song blared through the fraternity house. “Probably not.” Tom replied, giving his best friend a shrug. “Look, I don’t want you to do this almost as much as you don’t want to do it. But you know how those guys are and you know the power they hold around here.” “One wrong move and our futures are toast.” Harrison nodded. “That’s fucking pathetic.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes as her roommate said her goodbyes, taking off with a guy she had met earlier that night. Typical of her roommate to leave (Y/N) at a party she didn’t even want to attend. Even more typical to leave the party with a random “Thrasher” wearing fuckboy. “(Y/N)!”  She heard someone exclaim, causing her to look around. “Leaving so soon?” “Oh, hi, Tom.” She greeted awkwardly. “Um, yeah, my roommate ditched me so I was going to head back to my place to study for my anthropology exam.” “Hey, Harrison was leaving too!” Tom said, pushing his best friend forward. “You know Harrison, right?” “Uh, kind of.” (Y/N) replied. “You were in my chem class freshmen year.” “Well, here’s a wacky idea,” Tom said. “Why doesn’t Harrison walk you home?” “Oh, no, that’s o-” “No!” Harrison cut her off. “Honestly, it’s late and there are so many creeps on campus. I’d personally feel better knowing you’ve gotten home safely.” “So I should let a guy I’ve never even spoken to to walk me home?” (Y/N)  questioned, raising an eyebrow. “Well, uh-” “Relax, Osterfield.” (Y/N) said. “I know you’re not a serious threat.” “Yeah, right-“ “But trust me, I’ll be fine.” The girl reassured the blue eyed boy. She held up her keychain, showing the can of pepper spray. “Plus, my phone’s at like eighty.” Harrison was stumped on an excuse now, glancing at Tom from the corner of his eye for assistance, any excuse. “Truthfully,” Tom spoke. “Harrison’s struggling with spanish class lately.” Harrison looked at his friend, eyes wide, almost as if he was saying ‘I don���t even take spanish’. Tom shrugged his shoulders. “Right, Spanish.” Harrison said. “Español.” He chuckled nervously. “Yeah,” Tom added awkwardly. “And since you’re doing pretty well in that class, he was hoping you would help him.” “Right!” “If I agree to tutor you in Spanish will you two stop being so weird?” (Y/N) asked, grabbing Harrison’s unlocked phone out of his hand. She proceeded to type in her information. “That’s my number, I’m free from four to seven mondays, tuesdays, and Thursdays.” “Can I still walk you home?” Harrison asked. “Fine.”

Three weeks had passed since (Y/N) had agreed to tutor Harrison in a class he wasn’t even taking. The two had gotten fairly close, spending nearly every study session getting off topic, the library filling with their laughter. The elderly librarian would give them a stern look whenever they entered the library, as if to tell them to be quiet before they even said anything.

Twenty minutes into the study session and Harrison was incredibly bored. Sure, learning another language was beneficial, but he was doing it solely to get this girl to fall for him, to break her heart. Harrison glanced up from his notes to see Jared watching him, giving him a short nod so that he would follow through with the plan. Harrison sighed, closing the textbook. “Can we not study today?” Harrison asked. “Sure,” (Y/N) replied. “Is everything okay?” “Yeah, no, everything’s fine.” Harrison admitted. “(Y/N), I don’t take Spanish.” “I know.” “You do?” Harrison asked, surprised. “The way Tom looked when he told me you needed help at the party, oh yeah.” (Y/N) replied, crossing her arms. “He’s a great actor but the guy can’t lie for shit.” “So, why’d you agree to tutor me?” “I figured you were into me.” She replied with shrug. “Am I wrong?” “Well,” Harrison hesitated. “No, you aren’t.” “So, are you going to ask me out or what?” “You’re something else.” Harrison chuckled, shaking his head. “You know that, right?” (Y/N) beamed at the blue eyed boy beside her, picking up her books from the table. “I’m free saturday night. See you at seven.” She responded before strolling away.

“I don’t want to tell her.” Harrison said to Tom as he got ready for his four month anniversary dinner with (Y/N). “You really fell for her, huh?” Tom asked, handing Harrison one of the shirts he was asked to choose from, a maroon knitted sweater. “What am I going to do?” Harrison groaned. “I almost told her I loved her last night.” He scoffed. “I almost told her that I loved her but I knew the second she found out that the whole reason we even started dating was because of a bet, she’d leave.” “She should know.” Tom said, sitting on the edge of Harrison’s bed. “If you really love her, you would tell her.” “I know.” Harrison sighed. “She’s gonna dump me.” “This wasn’t supposed to happen.” Tom said. “I wish I never made that stupid bet.”

“You know we could’ve just watched movies at my place.” (Y/N) stated as the couple walked into the restaurant. Harrison scoffed playfully at the girl, taking her hand. “Where’s the fun in that?” Harrison asked as the hostess escorted them to their table. “Free food, free movies, blankets, pil-” “Okay, okay.” Harrison cut her off, pulling her chair out for her to sit. “I see your point, doll.” “I knew you would.” She chuckled as he sat down on the opposite end of the table. “Have I mentioned how amazing you look?” Harrison asked, sipping on his water. “It might’ve been mentioned.” (Y/N) replied with a nod. “Once when you were on my doorstep. Twice in the car, right before we walked into this place, and ten seconds ago.” “And I mean it.” “I know.” she said, smiling at him. “I’m glad you pretended to be in a Spanish class.” “Yeah?” “It’s was stupid, but it’s why we’re here.” (Y/N) grabbed Harrison’s hand from across the table. “And I’m really glad we’re here.” “Not as glad as I am.” Harrison said, his thumb rubbing against hers. “(Y/N),” “Haz.” “I need to tell you something.” “Anything.” (Y/N) responded, a hopeful look in her eyes. “The truth is, my friends dared me to ask you out, but I’m really glad they did.” “I’m sorry, what?”

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2 hr 27: letter about post-soviet radio, questions about vorws origin and future

2 hr 27: 2014 is when he started the shortwave

2 hr 28: he got interested from listening to shortwave and noting how airtime was being sold

2 hr 29: "i cant really predict the future," interesting tone

2 hr 30: keep on truckin letter

2 hr 31: letter and response about taking the show digital only. Voice of says it wouldnt hold its appeal if it wasnt a radio show

2 hr 32: "its nice to know that even if im not trying to cause any trouble, i can talk about whatever i want" no tos no algorithms

2 hr 33: the local broadcast isnt going anywhere, that station is rock solid

2 hr 34: responding to a letter item about nonfoodreview videos doing well

2 hr 38: there will still be random videos but theyre not the bread&butter that review vids are

2 hr 38: letter about reviewing jollibee, there's no florida locations

2 hr 39: perennial radio buying questions

2 hr 42: perennial emergency radio rec for-in-case-shit

2 hr 44: the handcrank shortwave can charge phones in power outs, valuable info as always

2 hr 46: all radios mentioned are on his amazon affiliate page but he says buy them wherever, he's making pennies off sales thru his list

2 hr 47: panama beach city shout out!

2 hr 48: letter about spats

2 hr 49: treat yourself to spats if you like them he says

2 hr 50: responding to letter about hurricane stuff

2 hr 52: bay area radio station shutdown talk

2 hr 56: fastfood restaurant interior design email

2 hr 57: millennial nostalgia attack deals 50 damage

2 hr 58: j calls the new style the cubes or the corporate cubes and feels they epitomize soullessness. We all know mcdonalds was getting flak for marketing so heavily to kids. The new coffee cubes are adult community hubs, theyre functional. Its very soviet, in a way i kind of prefer. I guess behold the power of the contramarketer (putting this on morgan spurlock mainly). Whyd mcdonalds need character? Is that really onbrand? Yknow it started out as a window you got handed a bag of food out of and that was it. Where's the nostalgia for that, 80s kids and 90s kids? Oh you werent born wah wah wah john you werent alive when those suits were popular either. Bring back original style mcdonalds! And let the staff smoke weed at work if they want to ffs!

2 hr 59: more about glorious birthday-friendly mcdonalds. Go to a park, kids. Go bowling.

3 hr 1: glowing fanmail from texas

3 hr 5: things to do with your body after death

3 hr 7: "i myself have gotten more comfortable with my mortality, the last few years"

3 hr 9: no burial preferences

3 hr 10: a plant growing out of you is bringing new life to the world, which is cool. We've found something "cool"

3 hr 12: more perennial mail; soothing voice very grounding. J laughs a real laugh.

3 hr 13: letter brings up tosh.0

3 hr 17: replying about food review vampire vid

3 hr 19: we both like how flexible elvis is and how refreshing his reevaluation was.

3 hr 21: chanchan stats from 2016, "i had more energy back then"

3 hr 24: the cnn money segment was a bigger stat boost than the elvis vid by a lot

3 hr 25: checking 2017 stats to see if the second elvis video brought numbers

3 hr 30: growth is from algorithm midas wand, not commentary vids etc

3 hr 33: "i might be homeless or dead" without youtube/google

3 hr 34: letter about "would you do a rotw meal"

3 hr 36: surrealist tangent about what the rotw meal would be, punchline is running on empty

3 hr 37: old mic is dead

3 hr 41: what happened to livestreaming

3 hr 42: introvert moment

3 hr 43: the show must go on

3 hr 44: hurrican letter

3 hr 49: tornado talk

3 hr 51: "evil people" wish ill on random people because of the state they live in. That is an evil thing to do.

3 hr 56: he says be upstanding but be a realist about how other people arent

3 hr 57: he says try to keep the world safe, try to rid the world of evil

3 hr 57: he says be punitive about "evil people". i feel the ghost of a college chum laughing at me like its funny to see me be like whoa there rorschach when ive absolutely been this bit

3 hr 58: he says we can punish society better by degrees. The ghost says this is my praxis

3 hr 59: "with every location there are good people and bad people" (people struggle everywhere there is an imposition of material inequality). He's disgusted by the idea of callously saying to just let people twist in the wind.

4 hr 02: blue states get hurricaned too

4 hr 04: not how u say drivel

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Carly & Ali

Carly: heard from drew? Carly: long shot Ali: Ha, good one Carls Ali: God no Ali: he's AWOL? Carly: yea Carly: gimme calebs number? Carly: longer shot Ali: 'Course but doubt they're chillin' Ali: and he might act like saying his name invokes him to pop up like a demon but you know Ali: Have you spoken to Meena? Surely he's keeping her in the loop Carly: shes not picking up Carly: to me Carly: same as my mum and dad Ali: That's not like her, she's probably just busy, keep trying Ali: As for your 'rents, where have they gone? And why do you need Drew so urgent? Gah, sorry, so many questions Ali: Just go with this one, are you okay? Carly: ive been trying ages Carly: shes not on spanish time idk why she cant answer Carly: idk wot to do Carly: how do i get it to stop ?? Ali: Spain's only an hour ahead of us anyway, not an excuse Ali: I'm 8 hours ahead and I've managed Ali: get what to stop babe Carly: the crying Carly: i cant think Carly: its all it does Ali: You've had the baby Ali: how long ago? did you go to the hospital? you need to if you haven't, like now Carly: what Carly: why would i go there Carly: its over with Ali: Because you both need to be checked over Ali: its really important Ali: have you birthed the placenta? Is it all out? If not you could die Ali: Never mind if there's anything wrong with the baby Ali: Call a cab and give me your deets, I'll transfer the money now Carly: that alien shit Carly: yea Carly: it screams healthy Ali: that is a good sign but there could be something you're missing, maybe that's why its screaming? better safe than sorry, they're not allowed to ask you about shit unrelated, so if you're high, sober up and then go, yeah? Ali: When did you last do a feed? Have you been able to? They'll show you how, it can be tricky Carly: id scream if i was born here Carly: gonna be stuck Carly: sober up? i need more Carly: shit hurts dont need to tell you Ali: They'll give you stuff at the Hospital Ali: why do you think anyone goes? Ali: and fo free baby gurl! please Carly: i cant Carly: gotta be hear for when my mum rings back Carly: & drew might come Ali: Give me your mums number and I'll tell her where you are Ali: then she can ring the hospital and they'll let you know Ali: I bet Drew has a key, no? Ali: Leave a note Carly: he left it when he went Carly: threw it at me Ali: Oh bab Ali: I'm sorry Ali: but you gotta focus on you Ali: and the baby now Ali: Not him, he knows where you are Ali: I can text him if you want, or try to call Ali: I swear nothing bad will come out of it Carly: but its his Carly: and i am Carly: he should be here Ali: But he isn't Ali: maybe he'll come back but you gotta keep going 'til he does, alright? Carly: i need to find him Ali: Not right now Ali: next step Ali: he's not lost, he doesn't want to be found Ali: i know that's harsh but its the truth Ali: he'll come back when he's ready, alright? Carly: what about me Carly: im not ready Carly: he doesnt care Carly: why should i Ali: he cares about himself Ali: AT LEAST do that Ali: if you can't the baby then the people at the hospital will help with that too Ali: you can't just leave it Ali: boy or girl? Carly: its a girl Carly: another one Carly: hes gonna be mad Ali: I don't think he's salty about not having a male heir babe Ali: If you really won't go...I'll do my best to tell you what I know and I'll send you links Ali: we'll do our best health check and then you've got to try to feed her, yeah? Is that okay? Carly: mad that shes here Carly: i said i wasnt having one Carly: you want me to read? cant hear myself think Ali: But you were Ali: and if you were doing it without protection then he was fully aware it was a possibility Ali: I'll voice memo you then Ali: it'll stop the crying Carly: he says its not his Carly: maybe not Carly: idk Carly: its got blood on it but could look like him when thats gone Ali: He said that to me when it definitely was so kind of his go to Ali: but even if it isn't, doesn't mean he has to be a dick to you about it Ali: Its not right regardless Ali: Especially not when you're alone Carly: how do i make it sleep Carly: im tired Carly: should i sing? Ali: That might help yeah Ali: Skin to skin to, that's comforting Ali: Lemme break down how you feed it, yeah? Hold on Carly: i cant pick it up what if i drop it fuck no Carly: gotta stay where it is Ali: You won't Ali: its your baby, its safer with you than it is on the floor Ali: get a towel, that'll keep it warm and put it to your chest Ali: [Sends 38 sec video] okay, if that's easier this vid shows you how but I'm here to talk you through Carly: all the towels are wet Carly: it can have my tshirt thats warm Ali: Good idea, see Ali: you know what you're doing Ali: you've got this Carly: its too small Carly: i have to put it back down Carly: ill hurt it Carly: fuming about me coming near it Ali: She's just hungry and confused Ali: Understandable, right? Dunno about you but I'd be pretty fucked off too if I'd just been pushed out my nice comfy home of the last 9 months Ali: You'll be her best friend in my time at all Carly: id put it back if i could Carly: whyd you wanna do this 3 times Ali: 'Cos I'm a bossy bitch and I want underlings to do my bidding and I get to tell 'em what to do Ali: speaking of, time for your masterclass Ali: get her and get comfy on the sofa or your bed or wherever is bed Ali: best Carly: k Carly: shes heavy wtf Ali: That's good! You did a good job cooking her then Ali: and if she's a lil chunk, this should be easier Carly: shes small but im sleepy Ali: you can both take a snooze when this is done, usually conks 'em right out Ali: is your tiddy out? Carly: knew you fancied me Ali: you know Ali: getting in there while your defenses are down Carly: im single Carly: you too Ali: Lets do it mama Ali: cutest fam ever? i think so Carly: shes not cute like yours Carly: weird coloured thing Ali: she's probably covered in the gunk and pink from screaming her head off Ali: no ones finest hour i bet she's beautiful Carly: ill get it to take a selfie Ali: yay! get it on the nip 'cos i gotta see my boo too 😍 Ali: line her nose up with your nip, kinda tickle her top lip with it, she should open her mouth wide Ali: then you can shove it in Carly: done that before Carly: weird Carly: [Sends pic of tiny baby Indie] Carly: does she look like him idk Ali: Definitely Ali: Looks a bit like Edie Carly: ill send him the pic Carly: probs should take a better one Carly: how do i look? Ali: Like you've just given birth Ali: so a goddess Ali: but a knackered one Carly: youve got a fetish Carly: cant trust that Ali: me??? Ali: didn't impregnate myself Ali: look at Caleb! Carly: and drew Carly: wont see him Ali: Clearly its his thing too Ali: but he's more about the before than after yeah Ali: he can't stay away forever Ali: he wouldn't leave Meena Carly: youre smart Carly: if i go there he cant avoid me Ali: Exactly Ali: Camp out Ali: Ana will help you with the baby shit if you like Carly: why Carly: she doesnt know me Ali: Because she's a good person Ali: plus she's a social worker, it what she do Ali: and she knows Drew better than most, she raised him Ali: worth a shot Carly: shes not his mum Carly: but she can take this kid Ali: yeah she's better than Ali: is that what you want? Ali: she'll discuss it with you, make sure you both get what's best Carly: im not talking to her Carly: she can take it or not Ali: No one will just take her with no questions asked Carls Ali: for your welfare and the kids Carly: im not answering a social workers questions Ali: They're not entitled to judge you Ali: She won't Ali: and as far as drugs are concerned, if you want to give the baby up then literally none of their business at all after that Ali: and if you did decide to keep her then they work with you Ali: they're not gonna just shop you, it ain't like that Carly: make me go to rehab is how its like Carly: fuck no Ali: They can't make you Ali: there's no point Ali: you can only get sober if that's what you want Carly: my mum and dad'll make me Carly: i know theyre gonna Ali: well, where the fuck are they now? Ali: if they're so concerned about you they'd be here Ali: actually supporting you Carly: theyll come when they find out about her Carly: i never told them Ali: Good, I hope they do Ali: but how did that happen Ali: how could I see and they didn't Ali: or Drew Carly: they dont come back Carly: drew did see thats why he left Ali: yeah but they must talk to you Ali: your mum has obviously been there how did she not clock something being up Ali: and not soon enough in Drew's case Carly: i call them if i need money Carly: they gotta think its why im calling now Ali: When do they call you? Carly: if i call and they didnt pick up Carly: unless theyre busy Ali: I see Ali: how's she doing? done feeding? Carly: sleeping Carly: how are yours? Ali: best feeling ever, right? Ali: much the same, its late here Ali: I'm pulling an all-nighter lowkey, finishing up some work Carly: i miss junie Carly: whatever your on for it gimme some Ali: i'd be creepy and snap him sleeping but no doubt the flash would wake his highness Ali: he misses you too, i'll get him to facetime Carly: aw Carly: go work bitch Carly: i shouldnt kept you this long Ali: don't be daft Ali: queen of multitasking Ali: and not just junie who misses you is it Ali: #massiveLESBIANcrush Carly: my tits are gonna go down Carly: snap me up now Ali: Trying, like Ali: make it facebook official Ali: that'll get the lads attention ey Ali: why else do it Carly: yea Carly: my parents too probs Carly: lapsed catholics Ali: be on the next plane over to get you back on the dick like Ali: i'll get on it #longdistancelesbians Ali: my ex gonna be so mad Carly: mine too Carly: wtf am i gonna do Carly: I dont want him to be an ex Ali: even though he's fucked you over like this? Carly: i fucked him over first Carly: i lied Ali: not really Ali: if anything, you lied to yourself Ali: but you didn't wanna hear it, couldn't Ali: and that makes sense Carly: cant block it out any more Carly: fuck Ali: it gets really real really fast Ali: doesn't it Ali: but you have got this Ali: i've got you, however i can, yeah? Carly: i dont want it to be Carly: i dont want it Carly: i cant do this Ali: okay, that's okay too Ali: but she isn't going to just go Ali: whether it was getting an abortion earlier or what you have to do now Ali: you have to do something Ali: there's no quick fix for it Ali: ana can get you in touch with the right people who will make it as easy as they can for you and her Ali: or my mum Carly: if i leave her she'll get found Carly: why does nobody ever call me back wtf Ali: Yeah but they'll still try to find you Ali: or Drew Ali: and his DNA will be on the system so Ali: and I reckon if they got to him, he'd sell you out Ali: when's the last time you slept? Carly: idk Carly: what day is it Ali: Tuesday Carly: sunday Carly: saturday Carly: idk Ali: fuck girl Ali: you shoulda been banking up on it before Carly: ha Carly: easy fix Carly: need my dealer Ali: not if your gonna be breastfeeding Ali: unless he gonna bring formula too Carly: i can go myself for that Carly: get a car Ali: you getting enough cash in, yeah? Carly: ha no Carly: no student loans for this bitch Ali: you'll have to look into getting help with that Ali: there's funds and shit, i'll find out the info Ali: that or tap Drew up for child maintenance Carly: yea cos hes declaring his earnings Carly: i wish hed talk to me Ali: exactly, bribe him like Ali: he's got a lot to lose Carly: hed never forgive me Carly: i cant Ali: but you can forgive him for all he does? Ali: got it bad honey Carly: yea Carly: its fucked Ali: is there anything he could do to make you stop loving him Carly: idk Carly: why Ali: cos you'd be happier if you didn't Ali: right Ali: like, he treats you like shit Carly: i wasnt happy before Carly: & he hasnt this whole time Carly: it got bad Carly: me too Ali: but you could be Ali: you don't have to give up hope of ever being Ali: and he did for the majority of the time though, that should outweigh the good Carly: with what Carly: this kid Carly: im not you Ali: no Ali: of being happy Ali: with just you Ali: or someone else who treats you better Carly: i dont have a job or friends here and i live in a caravan Carly: not gonna happen Ali: you can get both Ali: you're cool Carly: ha Carly: youre dreaming Carly: fucked the allnighter Ali: i'm not the only one Ali: and why not? Carly: drew says im a junkie Ali: what does he know Ali: and anyway, functioning junkie Ali: shits possible Carly: he knows me Carly: he loved me til i fucked it Ali: you haven't DONE anything Ali: a baby happened to you BOTH Ali: you're both reacting, right or wrong now, whatever Ali: and he probably still does but Ali: love ain't always enough Carly: why are you my friend? Ali: I said, you're cool Ali: funny, smart, nice, you already know i fancy you so no need to kiss arse any more, yeah? Ali: you're SO friendable, babe Carly: shoulda fallen for you Ali: yeah well, the tragedy of being straight and feelings not following logic Ali: sometimes, you gotta fuck feelings tho, do right by yourself Carly: i dont feel anything when he isnt here Carly: nothing happens Carly: cept today Ali: make stuff happen Ali: its only chaos darling Carly: youre not here either Carly: what am i gonna make happen on my own Carly: this shit Carly: idk Ali: what do you wanna make happen Ali: anything, however unlikely you think it is Carly: i want him to come back Carly: my parents too Carly: but none of them are Ali: can't control other people nah but you can do all YOU can to make it happen Ali: what would make him come back? who would he wanna be with? and you can try to talk to your 'rents and tell them what is up...longshot but maybe they don't realise how shitty they're being Carly: they're not Carly: theyre busy Carly: and im not a kid Ali: busy with what? Ali: living it up in spain? Ali: they kept you, you're their kid for life Ali: they don't get to peace at 16, 18 whatever the fuck Carly: they didnt vanish Carly: i know where they are Ali: yeah but they should be here rn Ali: you need them Ali: maybe if you ask, when they answer, they will come back Ali: i'm not slagging on 'em, its just facts Carly: i dont want to go live in spain Carly: fact is theyll try and force me Ali: well, they can't make ya, tell them why you wanna stay here Ali: they could still be supportive Ali: even if they're not physically with you every day like Carly: they wont let me stay for him Ali: okay...make something more parent friendly up then Ali: what they don't know won't hurt 'em Carly: youre so smart Ali: so i've been told Ali: with varying levels of sarcasm Carly: yea Carly: same Ali: You are though Ali: One of the many reasons we get along Carly: youre such a mum Carly: bigging me up like Ali: s'what i do best right Ali: shoulda been a cheerleader, fucking irish schools not letting me shine Carly: thats what schools do best Carly: be shit Ali: true dat Ali: even if my uni is pretty swish Ali: and full of nerds like me Carly: looks it Ali: still, miss the homeland like Carly: switch places Carly: shes crying again what does she want this time Carly: headfuck Ali: think its a bit too early for her to have shat, maybe wee but Ali: probably wanting her next feed Ali: you do it roughly every 2 hours for the first month Carly: ffs Carly: howd you get anything done with 3 of them Ali: ask myself the same question Ali: luckily they're not all on the tit 'cos form an orderly queue lads Carly: not getting my tit out again Ali: its that or formula run to get her to stop crying Carly: i cant put her in the car Carly: she'd fall out Ali: that solves that then honey Ali: get 'em out get 'em out get 'em out Carly: perv Ali: 🤷 Ali: single mum, gotta get my kicks where i can yo Carly: get fucked Carly: not offering Carly: one of the nerds would be up for it Ali: no need to tell me Ali: desperation station Ali: bless 'em Carly: do you go to class with your shoulders and knees out Ali: its boiling here, not even trying to be a shameless hussy Ali: can't be swooning erryday, got places to be, shitty bums to wipe Carly: yea Carly: cant steal that excuse myself Ali: sadly not Ali: can use breastfeeding though Ali: you're just out here feeding ya kid, looking hot as a by-product, fight me world Carly: don't Carly: how is this happening Carly: im looking at her and idk Ali: i can't believe you did it all by yourself Ali: you're a right tough nut Ali: but you don't have to keep doing it alone Carly: but i have to do something Carly: wtf Ali: yeah, keep both of yas alive until you figure out your next step Carly: make it sound simple Ali: 'course Ali: i'll allow you some melodrama but i can't claim hormones as hard Carly: u can Carly: and homesickness Ali: alright, lets have a good sob Carly: this kids done enough Carly: has you beat bitch Ali: rude Ali: already winning fresh out the womb Carly: what you naming it Carly: said you would Ali: you're serious? Carly: idc Ali: probs think on that a bit longer, whether you wanna name her or nah Ali: but my lists be ready don't fret Carly: k