#so i guess it's not all bad but it feels pretty sucky. oh no the people online won't think i'm cool because i draw bad :( LOL

[gammaraydeath]

ah no the insecurity about not being good enough at art is back again :/

[ladydaybreaker]

Hey guys, just wanted to give a little heads up...uh, kinda going through a rough patch at the moment (no, not from political things I promise).

The chapter for iNtersubJeCtiVe requital is still being worked on but it's a little slow because it's...dealing with a lot of manipulation tactics and it's dredging up some sucky memories. It kinda needs to be done so that I can get to the fun stuff later. I'm just...not in a good head space right now and wanted to let you guys know that hey! I'm not dead! I've not forgotten you guys! I'm just...trying to wade through a subject with some awful memories.

And a lot of second guessing myself asking if I did the right thing.

But uh, as a treat I have a little snippet of Suns, Moons and Stars section I did the other night and I'll post that under the break. I want to give you guys something...even if all I've got to show are a fantasy human AU (chapter 2 which was posted last night) and a snippet of something that will probably get changed up in the future.

So uh, sorry for all that.

"…N…do you…want to have kids?"

He didn't look at her, his claws ticked against his knees and his tail coiled around his ankle in a self soothing notion. Uzi gave a sigh and put a hand on his wrist.

"Dude…look at me," she said.

He turned to her, but…she had the distinct feeling that his true eyes were roaming.

"All of them," she reiterated, giving a smile when she heard the soft whirr of the other five cameras looking back at her, "Ok. Dude, I'm not gonna be mad if you don't. To be honest…I…think I'd be a pretty shi-" she stopped as she saw his screen flicker, "Crappy Mom," she amended, "but…I think you'd be a great Dad. I think…I'm kinda the expert on bad dads. Even if mine's trying to fix things."

"You wouldn't be a crummy Mom, Uzi," his voice was soft, "I think I'd be the expert on that…"

"Yeah the Spazz's mom was just…yikes," Uzi winced, "So…why would you think you'd be a bad dad?"

"…Y'know how back at the mines…there was the collapse that separated us?" he started, "Um…well…I got…cornered. By the Solver. It um…It tried to make me betray you. By…showing me a future that It could make come true if I…helped It."

He swallowed and his hands trembled.

"…She looked like you," his voice cracked, "She looked…so much…like you. And I just…gave her up. An-And her brother…I-I gave him up too…he looked like me…he…he hugged me. Called me 'Daddy'…I…I-I just…" he took a long breath, "…I didn't want to leave…I-I know that makes me sound horrible but…I just…I-I…" he put his head in his hands, "I'm sorry…I-I killed the dream. I-I killed them…I-I had to get back to you! I had to keep you safe, to help you…an-and I…I killed them. I made sure…they wouldn't exist."

"First off…That stupid program can bite me for doing that to you," Uzi glared, "Second off…that doesn't mean you're a bad dad. You knew it wasn't real. They weren't real. And I highly doubt any kid would want to look like me. Not when they have a sick as hell Dad like you," she lightly socked him in the shoulder. "I…dunno if I'm really kinda…ready for kids yet. Dude, I'm 21. Just because we got married doesn't mean we have to have kids right away. Besides…I'm still kinda a mess myself. I want to…y'know…kinda live a little first? Mom didn't really have the chance to heal after the whole thing at the labs before I was born. And as much as I love, loved…" her voice cracked slightly as pain flickered over her screen, "my Mom? I…I don't want my kid, our kid…to go through what I did, y'know? Having them grow up hearing their Mom screaming in the night, having them grow up with people calling their Mom crazy? Because of ramblings she had a tendancy to do? I don't want that for them. I want them to grow up…normal, y'know? Well…not normal. Normal's lame. But you get what I mean."

He looked at her, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips.

"I thought I was the one supposed to be 'emotional support incarnate'?" he gave a weak chuckle.

"Oh bite me N," Uzi glared.

"Mmmm later," he purred as he pulled her into a hug, resting her forehead against his collar strut, "But…I do know one thing, Universe,"

He pulled her back slightly before touching her forhead to his. A spark of blue-white electric static arced from between the screens.

"If we have kids…the only person I could ever dream of having them with is you,"

[ben-wisehart]

hi! do you ever feel like the bingqiu fandom is binghe biased? like a lot of the time its giving.. “wow binghe is our little precious bun who deserves the world and more! ..oh and stinky neet loser sqq is so blessed to have him lul” it feels unfair towards sqq :( it makes me sad hes no ones fave but thats okay like whatever right? but even when its bingqiu hes treated like an afterthought. like we have binghe fans criticising sqq for not doing more, sj fans are frankly delusional, sqh fans think hes “too mean” to their precious hamster, liushen fans only like him bc hes a good hole/dick for lqg (obligatory “not all men” lol) idk i only follow a handful of svsss twt accs because no one seems to like him, he feels either tolerated or treated as a gag character lol 🥹

i just dislike a lot of fanon bingqiu i think? i read all the books before hopping on twitter and i see some absolute rancid takes on there like the woobification of Shaun(tm) qinghua and jiumei.. which is easy enough to avoid tbf so whatever floats their boat idc. but when i follow bingqiu accs, it feels like OC x OC rather than ~bingqiu~ if that makes sense? like i LOVE the manipulative crybaby domtop x flustered thin face subby pillow princess they have going on!! and fanon bingqiu is just.. not it? and obv id never send hate or anything (i just block and keep it moving) but it makes it kinda sucky when the fandom is already teeny tiny and a large chunk of the fandom isnt what i envisioned/expected i guess which is so odd! when they essentially erase canon!! if it’s like some queerbaity ship or whatever, people can characterise them however they want but its like CANON how they act/are in bed/etc and its all taken away!!! idk im probably just whining sorry 😭

(i included all my thoughts here sorry for the spam!!)

hey, thanks for stopping by!! I definitely know what you mean with regards to SQQ, but I will assure you that there are very much still plenty of dedicated "sqq mains" out there. My sphere of influence on twitter is heavily biased toward people for whom sqq is their favourite character, so maybe I'm not getting a representative sample of the fandom overall, but he's definitely a very well loved character and has more than his fair share of people who do him justice in their writing and for whom he's their primary blorbo!! I remember posting this on reddit a while back and more than half of the responses (though admittedly a small sample size) had him as their fave. So, I don't think he's without appreciation!

But with that said, I do get where you’re coming from. I’m not gonna talk about readers who take his actions in bad faith and actively dislike him (HOW??), but as you’ve said, even among people who do like him, we don’t always understand him as well as we could. Most fans do get on some level that he’s an unreliable narrator, but it’s still very common for people to take him at face value and completely miss his depth. He’s a funny little guy with amusing narration, but he’s also kind and selfless, and he’s also smart and witty, and obnoxious and annoying, and frankly pretty insensitive, and deeply, deeply traumatised—and a million other things! He has layers.

I think all popular characters in fandom will inevitably start getting boiled down to a few key traits. And as somebody who’s been writing fic for 15 years, it’s really hard not to let your own biases colour your portrayal? I absolutely do it with SQQ!! I focus on his kinder, warmer aspects and downplay his flaws, I’ll readily admit that. We all get drawn to a favourite character for a certain trait, and that trait becomes the grit around which our interpretations form. If you’re somebody that likes silly characters, you’re going to write SQQ and dial his silliness up to eleven. If you like kind characters, you’ll write SQQ with emphasis on his kindness. None of these traits are OOC in and of themselves, but if you start to only read fanfic and don’t revisit the source material, you can get lost in what’s popular and forget all the depth that actually made them interesting in the first place. And once you’ve grown attached to a particular version of the characters in your head, it can be really hard to let go of it. I don’t really know where I’m going with this, but I'll add that I think protagonists are just particularly prone to this happening because they're usually the one the audience relates to most.

Idk if any of that really addresses the stuff you were talking about. You mentioned dom top Binghe/pillow princess sqq and to be honest I’m kind of reluctant to talk about this in depth because I’ve received negative comments in the past for supposedly being anti-bottom Binghe, when all I’ve ever said on this matter is that I think it’s a bit weird to insist that “I’m scared of hurting you so I might as well let you do it” is proof that Binghe is canonically a bottom. The fact that someone found that statement so threatening to their view of the characters that they would go to my ao3 page, click on the first fic they saw that happened to feature bottom SQQ and leave their holier-than-thou anonymous opinion there is just bizarre to me.

To be honest tho, it tends to be Binghe characterisation that puts me off moreso than Shen Qingqiu. The only SQQ characterisation that truly bothers me is when people write him as willing to hurt Binghe, or willing to do anything with underage Binghe, but there is a LOT of Binghe stuff that I’m sensitive too. Idk if you read this thread of mine but like, even my friends whom I love make “Binghe stalking/imprisoning/"atticwifing" SQQ” jokes and these bother me way more than any random stranger saying SQQ would get off on spanking Binghe.

And like, it’s kind of hard because objectively, Binghe is a very dark character, so it doesn't feel particularly OOC to say he would do those things, but it's about framing. It bothers me when the emphasis is on how fucked up he is and not how hard he's trying, because it implies a level of futility that I just don’t think is there in canon. To me the beauty of him is in how much doing right by SQQ doesn't come naturally to him, but he ultimately decides to do it anyway because he wants SQQ to be happy. (I feel it needs to be said that I don't mean this in a judgy "if you write dark Binghe you don't understand him and are a bad person" way. Just that I myself can't handle that, and I strongly disagree if you think it's where Bingqiu's relationship is headed).

but idk, I've found my corner and I'm very happy here. I actually don't read fic as often as you'd think, mostly because I am sooooo picky, so I totally get where you're coming from :) but the fandom is still decently sized and very diverse, so there are always going to be at least a few people who share your feelings, if you can find them!

[leafyplantdreams]

Sept 15th 2024

I dreamt I woke up the day after my birthday party, and I was hit with such a thick wave of shock and sadness, for I had missed my own birthday party. But I was also scared that I may have accumulated additional costs for anything that may have gone wrong. I checked my phone and saw that the pool owner had tried contacting me for Matt spilling alcohol on the floor and I was like “oh no oh shit what happened how bad is it”. I have few memories of the ‘day’ before, either the dream happened in reverse or it was from the dream earlier in the night. But I dreamt Sergio was helping me prepare for the party I think, and it was the day of the party and we were loading my friends and family into a big truck heading over there but it ran out of room so Sergio couldn't fit so I elected to stay with him. And as the truck drove off he came running out of my grandma's house (which was the meeting point for some reason) holding some paper towels and yelling to wait for him, he looked off at it in the middle of the street and looked so sad yelling dont leave. It wasn't until he looked across the street that he saw me there too and he said you stayed? And I said “of course, I wouldn’t leave you” but as soon as I said that it felt like reality shifted and he looked at me with a completely different expression. He wasn't sad anymore, he looked betrayed and angry, he looked at me like he saw right through me and I didn't realize until I woke up that he looked at me like that because I told him so many times I wouldn't leave him but in the end I ultimately did. I know I shouldn't feel too guilty, it'd be worse to stay and continue to hurt each other. But how do you not feel bad after telling your fiance you will stay with them forever just to end things after a year.

So anyways later in the dream, back to when I woke up the day after, I heard Sergio on the phone with Vince and Vince was yelling at him pretty harshly, looked serious. I called Vince from my phone but I can't remember if he answered, I just wanted to see why he got so mad. Which is kinda sucky, I shouldn't be ok with Vince talking to anyone like that. But I need to realize it's not my place to correct them, they're adults, but they're also my friends. Why is Sergio in my dreams? I haven't dreamt of him at all during the breakup. But I guess part of my mind still thinks we're together.

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For reference: My birthday was the next day. I'd been planning a birthday party for myself since I'd always hated my birthday but I'm trying to make the best of it. I had a lot of anxiety about trying to plan and host a bday party all by myself and dealing with losing my fiance (Sergio) just 10 days before. Matt is an old coworker who wanted to date me but I dont feel the same. Vince was my best friend of 7 years.

[spnae]

39 Couples Retreat

Saturday morning Buffy found herself walking down the stairs leading to Ruby’s basement bedroom, “Ruby? You down here?”

“Yeah! Even dressed in my own clothes and everything. Although, I’m thinking a shopping trip is in order… human me was sort of–” she frowned, holding up a lime-green top with a picture of a kitten wearing sunglasses on it, to show Buffy as she came into view. “Dunno if it’s really me anymore, do you?”

Buffy shrugged, “Depends on how much you like kittens and toxic green.”

“Yeah the green not so much,” she sighed, “ Anyway, what’s up?” she added, balling up the shirt and stuffing it back into the bag she had brought from her last visit to her parents house the day before.

“Giles thought you might be able to use one of his suitcases and I got a nice big thermos for you to keep blood in for your trip. Spike was threatening to eat stray sheep by the time we came up from Paris so I figured you might need it.” She plopped the suitcase down on the multicolored brocade duvet covering Ruby’s newly acquired full sized bed and sat down next to it.

“I can’t imagine being hungry enough to drain a sheep, didn’t you feed the guy?”

Buffy laughed, “Nah he ate before we left, he was just being dramatic. He’s gone a hell of a lot longer without feeding, although I don’t really recommend it if you can avoid it. You get hungry enough and just about any furry creature looks tasty from what I hear. Hence the thermos.”

“Noted. Thanks.”

“How goes the Rome packing?”

“I think I pretty much have everything laid out. I’m glad to have my own clothes, at least they fit nicely. Thanks for going over to my folks place with me.”

“I already told you it was no big.”

“It was nice having a Buffy-buffer with my parents, not to mention Sheena. Nothing like moving out the same week your baby sister gets home from hospital and then trying to explain this ‘business’ trip thing, yeah...”

“The timing is pretty sucky, but at least Sheena should be coming back to the castle to continue training soon.”

“That’ll be good I guess. When are you heading out?”

“After we get you and Willow on your way. We figure we can time our arrival with sundown if we do it that way. Faith and Callum almost have the van packed up. I wanted to take the train again but Callum says this will be faster.”

“Yeah, like half the time, that’d be about a 10 hour train ride, you’d be nuts. Kind of a no-brainer to take the van.”

Buffy rolled a shoulder, “I really enjoyed the train ride up from London. The room we had was surprisingly cozy.”

“I’m not so sure if I’m looking forward to this trip.”

“You should be fine. Giles has made all the necessary calls. Our sources say Kennedy has already landed in Australia. The Rome Slayers know you’re coming. Just stick with Willow, I have a feeling she is going to need you. I know Spike already talked to you—“

“I’m planning on sticking to your room while I’m there. I’m not in any hurry to jump into anything and after this I sure as hell don’t want to get her any more twisted up than she already is.”

“Good plan. I pretty much have all my personal stuff with me except for a few pictures, so you don’t really have to worry about much of my junk being in the way. Mostly just clothes. Oh and fair warning, between Andrew and my sister, be prepared to be talked into oblivion.”

“Chatty sister huhh? Luckily I have some experience with that.”

“Yeah, Dawn isn’t even the bad one, it’s Andrew.”

“Willow said he liked to tell stories.”

“Oh yeah… and he has a thing about me and Spike.”

“How so?”

“Not sure if he is just like a huge fan of our love or if he just has a big crush on Spike. There is definitely some hero worship going on there. Don’t be surprised if he drills you for information. He’s a weird little guy but he’s been a surprisingly good ally and he’s sort of the Watcher in charge down there so try not to kill him.”

Ruby laughed, “Sounds like a riot. I still can’t believe I’m doing this; going to Rome I mean.”

“Yup, lot’s of travel plans going on. Speaking of which, I really should go make sure Spike remembers to pack my favorite ax.”

“From what I know of him, I’d be surprised if he didn’t pack your top three favorite weapons plus snacks and chocolate.”

It was Buffy’s turn to laugh, “Yeah, he’s pretty great that way.”

Ruby pulled the suitcase over, opening it and started placing her belongings into it, “Yeah, well, I’d better get my crap packed before Willow starts to wonder what’s taking me so long.”

“I think she was just about done. She never did unpack really.” Buffy suddenly found herself staring at one of the brocade roses adorning the duvet cover.

“Buffy? Are you alright?”

She jerked her head up, “I just keep thinking I should have known what was going on. I should have seen something. I should have… I knew something was wrong. I knew she was keeping something from me. That something wasn’t quite right. I just– I thought it was something with Dawn or– I don’t know. I had so many crazy ideas about what she was hiding. I thought I knew what it was when she told me about this other stuff… and then… She had so many bombshells for me, but this one. This one I should have seen. I’m her best-friend, I should have known.”

Ruby moved a stack of neatly folded clothes into the suitcase and sat down, “Don’t do that.”

“What?”

Ruby shook her head, “Look, Willow and I had a long talk, and seriously, just don’t go there. She didn’t want anyone to see it.”

“That’s pretty much what Spike said too, but it really doesn’t help.”

“No, I suppose not, but you really do need to realize that Willow was hiding it all really well. I’m not blaming her for anything, but I am too grateful to you to allow you to blame yourself when she was going through such great lengths to do so.”

“I haven’t seen her in months. Heck, even when I was around, I wasn’t really around, because I was too busy with the wallowing and trying to fill the crater sized hole Spike left in my heart when he died. I should have known something else was wrong before it got this far— it’s just like last time except—“

“Stop it. That glamor wasn’t the only thing she did. She told me she also used that salve of hers and what she called a ‘chipper potion’, which I guess was really just some sort of herbal tea mood-booster so she seemed a lot happier than she really was. She put a lot of effort into hiding which means it wasn’t you being a bad friend. Actually, I’d say that the fact you even picked up on anything at all says the opposite.”

Buffy shook her head, “Maybe to a point— but it’s like last time, I’ve been so wrapped up in my own life that I’ve ignored the people who matter most in—“

“God. Yeah you and everyone else on the planet!”

“What?”

“Everyone does it at some point. Not that they try to, but let’s face it everyone gets wrapped up in their own head sometimes. Hard to live for everyone else when you got your own life. It’s not just you, so drop it. You know now and now is what matters. By the way, I’m pretty sure she probably would have just kept on hiding it if she didn’t feel safe here. A big part of that is you and the fact you offered her a new place to live. That made a difference.”

“You too.”

Ruby let out a mirthless laugh, “Maybe, maybe not. Pretty sure I was little more than a welcome distraction. I think the biggest reason I’m not just saying sod the whole thing is because I need to know how much of it is really her and how much was that blasted potion.”

“Considering I had no idea, I’d say not much. I’m pretty sure she likes you.”

“Yeah well, I don’t know if that matters at the moment. I’m really having second thoughts about this trip to be honest. Maybe I should be sticking close for Sheena. Maybe I—“

“Jetta is keeping an eye out for Sheena. I’m putting her and Ava in charge of the younger girls while we’re gone. It sort of works out now we only have 11 total, Ava and Jetta are just about ready to start Level 4 training so it’s good timing that way I guess.”

“Pftt, oh yeah, that’s better. Isn’t Jetta the one who gagged me? Great substitute for her actual sister.”

“No one is replacing you, you’ll be back before you know it. As for the gag, let’s be fair, you needed it. If she didn’t do it, someone else would have.”

Ruby gave a self-deprecating laugh, “I was a bit off my nut. Can you really blame me? Newly turned formerly-closeted lesbian, high on Slayer blood, gets thrown in with a bunch of hot Slayers? Like locking a starving child in a bakery and telling them they can’t sample the goodies.”

“You sound like Spike.”

Ruby raised an eyebrow and shrugged, “Maybe it’s a hereditary thing.”

“I don’t think it works like that for vamps,” Buffy suppressed a frown at the thought of Drusilla and Angel. “At least I seriously hope it doesn't. Anyway… you want me to tell Willow you’re just about ready? I bet she’s just waiting for the rest of us now.”

“Speaking of which, shouldn’t you be going too?”

“Yeah, I’m in charge of vamp-proofing the van.”

“Have fun. I’m still wondering how I’m going to manage this. I’ve got a reefer coat and a hoodie, but it’s going to look odd in August.”

“Your what?”

Ruby held up both garments, she shook one, “Hoodie” then the other, “Reefer coat, what’s confusing?”

Buffy laughed, “Ohh! Okay, we call that a peacoat where I’m from. Wow. Okay then.” Taking a deep breath she schooled her features, “Ah, yeah it’s a little weird in August but way better than getting all flamy.”

“And I thought sunburn was bad when I was alive.”

“Definitely puts a new spin on it doesn’t it?”

*********************

Callum drummed his fingers on the steering wheel while waiting for the traffic light to change. Being the only one of them to have ever been to Smoo Cave, Callum had volunteered to take over driving once they had gone about half way. The light changed and he continued, casting a glance to the passenger seat where Faith was curled up with her head resting on her knees. It didn’t surprise him since she only seemed to sleep when he had sufficiently worn her out, not that he’d complain.

He knew Faith was feeling guilty about not being at the castle when the shit had hit the fan. So much so, that he was doubly surprised when she had been the one to suggest going on this trip. He knew the only reason she did was likely because of the spell work Willow had preformed to strengthen the castle’s defense and the fact that Giles wasn’t alone.

He wasn’t entirely sure what to make of Xander yet. He figured he was easy enough to get along with and despite talking and often acting like a buffoon, he had a surprisingly extensive knowledge about the supernatural and a work ethic he could certainly respect. They had been working well together on the duplex which Angus was happy about because it meant extra hands on the project. Angus’s wife was due to give birth to their fourth child in a matter of weeks and Angus had been determined to get as much of the work finished as he was able to before the baby came and he planned to take some time off to be with his family. Angus and Callum had already asked Xander if he’d like to help Callum out with odd jobs and even bartending at The White Rabbit while Angus was out and he accepted.

He reached up to adjust the rearview mirror to see into the backseat where he could clearly see Buffy watching the scenery as she gazed out through a small opening in the cardboard she had put up for Spike’s protection. It was still light out but it wouldn’t be for much longer.

“What happened to Spike?”

“Sleeping.”

Callum raised a questioning eyebrow, “Back with the luggage?”

Buffy almost said something rude but then remembered that despite being in the castle as much as he had been lately, Callum was still getting used to certain facts about vampires. “He’s here, you just can’t see him in the mirror,” she said absently as she stroked the hair back from Spike’s forehead. In direct contrast with Faith, Spike was stretched out on the bench seat with his head in her lap and one arm flung up over her knees.

“Any idea how much longer it is until we get there?”

“Starting to see signs for the caves now, we’re making good time, should still get to the B&B just about sundown.”

Spike shifted, rolling his head in her lap nuzzling his face into her stomach.”Nice try, I know you’re awake.”

Spike let out a low grumble and pulled himself up to sit next to her. “I miss anything exciting?”

“Some nice views, but mostly just sheep.”

“A few of those around,” he scrubbed a hand over his face and looked around, spotting Faith still asleep, “See I’m not the only one to fancy a kip.”

“She hasn’t been sleeping well,” Callum said, glancing over at his girlfriend.

“Think we can all relate to that.” Buffy grouched.

“Tired, Pet?”

“Of being in this van, much of the yes.”

“I see it just up ahead here,” Callum responded, turning onto the road leading to a large white Inn turned into a B & B. Moments later he pulled the van into a shaded spot and reached a firm but gentle hand over to rouse Faith. The four of them filed out of the van, stretching and grabbing their luggage.

Inside, the space was bright and cheerful. Flowers in vases dotted around adding pops of color. The furniture was the comfortable sort often found in such cozy places and lent a very welcoming feeling to the space. Just the sort of place Spike would have loved to ransack only a few short years ago. Painting the pristine white walls and polished surfaces red with the blood of the graying gentleman behind the counter. “Good evening, welcome! Do you have reservations?”

As things stood now however, Spike simply gave him his most winsome smile, “Sure have. Under Summers and Ross,” he added, jerking his head towards the couple with them.

The old man skimmed a finger through an old fashioned ledger, “Ahh yes, here we are. Just sign here if you please and we’ll get you all settled in for the night. I’m Mr. Lewis. I’m afraid you’ve missed dinner, however I’m sure the wife would be happy to arrange a fruit and cheese plate for you if you’d like.”

“Yes please,” Buffy answered.

“Yeah, I think we’ll take some of that action,” Faith drawled.

Upstairs, Callum slipped the two bags he carried into the room the old man unlocked for him. His eyes widening slightly when one of the bags made a suspicious clanging sound as the weapons within made their presence known.

Spike rolled his eyes and invented wildly, “Either you accidentally grabbed one of your tool bags for work or you two have a much more exciting weekend planned than I thought.”

“Don’t threaten us with a good time unless you’re prepared to see it through there, Spikey,” Faith teased.

“Why Faith, I’m flattered. I had no idea,” He drawled in mock surprise.

Callum snorted a laugh and brushed past them both with the bag in hand, “I’ll just take these tools back out then shall I? Think you can behave yourselves for that long?”

“Scouts honor, Mate. Don’t think the Mrs. would care for it much anyway,” Spike winked.

Buffy had to take pity on poor Mr. Lewis, who had gone slightly red in the face, “Oh my god guys, save the jokes. Let’s just get settled in.”

Spike took her hand, “Right, Pet, maybe we can go for a walk or something before we turn in.”

Apparently the idea of something so mundane snapped Mr. Lewis out of his shock and he hastily unlocked the door to their room, handing Spike the key, “The rooms in this hall share the bath at the end, just there. Please remember to be courteous.”

“Wouldn’t dream of being anything but.”

He hesitated, “Well I’ll just leave you to it. I’ll have someone bring up the fruit and cheese if you like, or I can bring it to you in the great room with a bottle of wine.”

“The great room would be just fine, thank you.” Buffy replied before Faith or Spike could disturb the poor man’s delicate sensibilities any further.

Buffy felt herself relax almost instantly as they entered their room. It was done up in cozy dark woods, pale gray walls and a dark blue bedspread which she immediately flopped down on. “Yeah, I kinda love this room. Maybe we should do something like this for our bedroom.”

Spike pursed his lips as he laid their luggage down on a cushioned bench at the foot of the bed, “Think I’m partial to the metal sort of bed frame. Like the one you had back in Sunnyhell, perhaps not white though.”

Buffy raised an eyebrow, “That bedframe squeaked.”

He stalked over to her and lowered himself down with his arms, bracing himself up over her with a wicked grin, “So do you.”

“You just want me to tie you up and chain you down.”

“Can go both ways,” he murmured as he sank down to kiss her with raw need.

After a long moment he relented, leaving Buffy breathing hard and squirming beneath him. “Black metal bed frame it is, you win. I’ll make it work.”

He smirked, backing up and off of her. He extended a hand to pull her up, “Well, at least we have that very important detail decided on. Now we just have to talk about the blasted backsplash and bathroom tile, paint vs wallpaper and all that rot.”

Buffy let out a petulant little huff, “I know I want our place to be on the cozy side.”

“Obviously.”

“I’m thinking sort of a light meets dark kind of thing.”

“Just like us.”

“Just like us,” she repeated as she pulled him into another kiss.

Just then there was a knock at the door, “You two coming down?” Faith asked. The words were barely out of her mouth before Buffy was at the door, with Spike at her heels. “You’re really excited about the whole wine and cheese thing huh?” Faith smirked at Buffy.

“That and I’m curious about the cave.”

“I’m telling you right now B, I’m not sure if I really want to go in there tonight. I say the three of us day-walkers check it out in the daytime, do a little recon and then if we need to go back at night then Spikey can join us.”

“Where’s your sense of adventure? Do the recon tonight, get it out of the way. Take the sword, find ‘The Pit of Despair’, all that.”

“Am I supposed to know what that means?”

“You’ve never seen ‘The Princess Bride’?”

“Don’t do chick flicks.”

Spike gaped at her, “Bloody hell woman, shows what you know. Help me out here, Goldilocks.”

“He’s right, it’s a classic. Little bit of everything including rats of unusual size and a lovable giant.”

“Sounds weird.”

“You sure you shouldn’t be shacking up with the great-forehead?”

“Big no. What does that have to do with a movie anyway?” Faith huffed, clearly agitated.

Buffy shot her a questioning look, “Are you alright?”

Faith rolled her shoulders and straightened up, “I’m fine, just… can’t seem to unwind. Kinda just want to take it easy tonight. This place is freaking me out a little too. Too bright and cheery, and quiet, it’s just weird.”

“All the more reason to hit the cave tonight. With any luck maybe there’ll be some nasty for us to take down.” He paused looking around as they came down the stairs, “Didn’t think the quiet was so bad.”

“Think I’m just used to the castle. Got to get my head around not being there with the girls and their constant hullabaloo.”

“Now there’s a word for it,” Spike grumbled, “Rather prefer the quiet myself.”

“Which is why we need to talk about how we want to do our half of the duplex,” Buffy was saying as they turned the corner into the great room where Callum was waiting for them.

“Told you my mum would be keen to help you out with that. Going to have to start making decisions about the tile and bathroom fixtures and what-all real soon too because we’re going to need to get started now we got most of the structural stuff under control. Angus was overseeing the roof work this weekend so the fireplace shouldn’t be giving you any more grief.”

“Spike and I just started talking about that. Trying to get back to something looking even remotely like normal after everything.”

Faith made a guttural sound and gulped down a glass of wine, “Weren’t you the ones who told me there was no such thing as normal for a Slayer?”

“Don’t think we put it quite like that, Doe-eyes. Buffy just means normal for us. Despite all the crazy shit this life throws at us, Buffy and I agree we need a nice cozy place to retreat to in our down time.”

“My mum can certainly help you with that.”

“She did his place, it’s really nice Buff.” Faith said as she leaned up against Callum.

“What do you say, Lass, have them over for dinner one night, start to reclaim some normal of our own? Barely remember what my flat looks like, good thing I don’t have any pets.” He joked.

Faith took a deep breath and refilled her wine gesturing towards Buffy with the bottle. Buffy slid a glass towards her. After filling her glass, Faith sat back in her seat eyeing Callum. “You don’t like staying with me at the castle?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“But it’s what you mean isn’t it?”

“You know I want to be wherever you are. I just mean that it might be nice if we could occasionally stay somewhere where I don’t have to pull on a pair of pants every time I have to go to the loo, is all.”

“Heaven forbid one should sleep in the nude without locking the damn door with all the Slayerettes around, that’s for sure,” Spike seconded, “Be right nice to have our own private bath too.”

Buffy was glad the conversation seemed to be coming back around, “Yeah, alright, I wouldn’t mind taking a look at your place, Callum, then we can think about meeting with your mom. Is there anything you absolutely have to have a decision on within the next week or so?”

“Angus would like to have at least one if not both of the suites finished before the baby comes. He knows I can handle the kitchen and Xander seems to be able to do just about any of the carpentry I set him to. He did a particularly good job on the windows.”

“Oh yeah, Xan has lots of practice with windows, doors… walls… yeah, I’ve kept him busy the last few years.”

They talked a little longer until they had had their fill of fresh fruit, a variety of cheeses, and crackers. Buffy was feeling surprisingly content by the time they made it outside and headed towards the cave.

***************************

The path leading down was steep and rocky. Buffy was grateful she, Faith, and Spike had listened to Callum’s warnings about footwear and opted for waterproof hiking boots. It was clear they would need them. Spike was far less concerned about having proper footwear but had acquiesced for her benefit.

Even in the relative darkness of the evening the mouth of the cave was visible and imposing in the sliver of moonlight shining above them. A gaping maw in the darkness. Buffy was overcome with the sheer size of the cave entrance alone; she figured that it had to be at least 50 feet high and nearly three times as wide.

“Holy crap,” she breathed.

Callum chuckled, “Told you it was big.”

“Yeah but… Holy crap… That's huge, massive… that's seriously the biggest one I’ve ever seen.”

“I’ve heard that before.” Callum smirked.

Faith barked out a laugh and Spike snorted, “Out of context a bloke might be offended, Love.”

Buffy looked over to him, her mind still focused on the cave when she realized what was so funny, “Oh my god, Spike!” She squeaked, making him laugh again.

“Good thing I’m nice and secure in my manhood.”

Callum was still chuckling, “Pretty sure it's the largest sea cave in Scotland if I remember correctly.”

“Oh I’d believe it,” Faith said coolly, “Kidding aside, this thing really is a beast.”

Inside the cave Spike held out a hand to Buffy, “You got a torch in that bag of yours, Pet?”

She dug in her shoulder bag a moment, pulling it out and handing it to him. Spike flicked it on, illuminating the space and the smooth pebbles they were walking on until they came to a long footbridge, half of which was covered with a roof situated directly under a large natural hole in the ceiling of the cave where moonlight was currently coming in.

“See now, this is what I’m talking about. We should build something like this going from the house to the castle, be perfect.”

“You’ll have to take that up with our contractor, I already told you what I thought about it. We already have enough going into this project. Yeah it might be a great long term goal but right now, it’s just not in the budget.”

Callum chuckled, “I’ll just keep adding onto my to-do list.”

“Yeah well I’m handing over my paycheck to you aint I?”

“Hey now, I–”

“Let me stop you. I’m just saying, Buffy’s still paying for the apartment in Rome and what not, so yeah I might as well just have Giles make my paycheck out to you at this point, Cal,” Spike grumbled.

“Supplies cost money too, man.”

“I know you’re right, and I ain't got any complaints ‘bout the work you been doin’. Like what I see so far. Money well spent if it gives my lady her dream home.” he said as he watched the waterfall cascade through the cave.

“You could always lend a hand too.”

“Got some welding you need help with? Not exactly sure where I'd be handy.”

“You’re not bad at decorating, Babe.”

“Very funny, Slayer. Again, glad I’m secure in my masculinity.”

“That’s never really been my strong suit. It’s why I had my mum do mine.”

“Spike’s old place was really kinda nice considering it was all stuff he found at the dump.”

“Not all of it was from the dump, and its a bit hard for me to go into shops, daylight hours tend to cut into my availability. She can have a stab at ours too so long as she knows Buffy and I have our own style. Might be the only thing I can help with. Carpentry ain’t really my thing. Keeping carpenters and window manufacturers in business might be more my expertise.”

Callum laughed, “Can teach you how to do tile. That’s a time consuming pain in the arse. You’d cut down on my hours a bit with that.”

“Don’t mind padding my resume, granted it’s usually with new and interesting ways to kill demons but I’ll give it a shot.” He shrugged non-committedly.

Faith suddenly grabbed Spike’s hand, directing the flash light to a point several yards in front of them, “What’s that up there?”

Callum looked ahead where Faith was pointing, “Oh yeah, they use those rafts for tours. The cave goes back pretty far but it’s almost all water the further back you go up to a certain point and then you can sort of walk around a bit.”

Buffy pulled open the weapons bag, “Party favors for everyone,” she said, handing out weapons. She hesitated on Lancelot’s sword, “Callum, you want the honors?”

“What do you want me to do with it?”

“Pointy end goes in the bad guy.”

Callum rolled his eyes, “Got that bit. Been sparing with the lady a bit in our down time. She’s been showing me around the weapons cabinet. I ment in regards to finding this lock we’re looking for. Not like we even know what we’re going to find. Can’t just say ‘Lead me to the man in black,’ now can I?”

“See Faith, even your boy here quotes ‘The Princess Bride’.”

“Great, I’m the one person who hasn’t seen this thing.”

“Gonna have to have a movie night.”

“Save it, let’s get our adventure on.”

The four of them continued on in one of the rafts reserved for cave tours. There was recessed lighting in this section of the cave which ran on solar power and seemed to be motion activated so they didn’t need to rely on the flashlight as much. Aside from the waterfall it was eerily quiet in the cave. The sword did absolutely nothing until they finally reached the back of the cave.

Buffy gripped Spike’s hand for stability as she jumped out of the raft and into a narrow rockledge. He threw her a rope, “See if you can secure that someplace, Pet.”

“Eh, give me a sec.”

Buffy was still looking around when the sword in Callum’s hand suddenly twisted, turning towards a relatively flat section of wall several yards ahead of them.

“You lot jump out.”

Faith and Callum scrambled to shore while Buffy held the raft in place, “Spike, there’s a ring in the wall over there, do you think you can manage.”

“Yeah, I’ll take care of this bloody thing. You go on. He’s going full steam ahead, best keep an eye on Sir Galahad there.”

Callum was indeed leading the way or rather the sword was. Faith stuck close behind him with an ax in one hand and a stake in the other, just in case. Buffy caught up to them a moment later.

“Well what do I do now?” Callum asked just as the sword tip collided violently into the wall of the cave. The words were barely out of his mouth before the stonewall melted away into a large archway revealing what appeared to be a quaint forest clearing with a lovely cottage and a few chickens and goats milling around.

“Bloody hell.” Callum swore under his breath as Faith came up to his side.

“Sweet little set up, think we’ll find Goldilocks and the three bears?”

“Don’t let your guard down.”

A moment later a woman in a medieval style dress and very long light brown hair came out of the cottage and into the open. She was young and pretty close to Buffy and Faith‘s age, maybe a little older but not by much, “Greetings visitors. How pray tell, do you come by my husband’s sword?”

The three of them were speechless for a moment before Buffy found her voice. “Hi there. I’m Buffy, this is Faith and Callum. Did you say it was your husband’s?”

“Sir Launcelot?” Callum spluttered suddenly, he seemed a little star struck.

“You know him? Did he send you to me?”

“Humm, no. In fact he—“

Her face fell. “He is dead isn’t he? I feared he was long ago. Time is such a strange thing when it loses all meaning. Oh my poor Launcelot.” Her voice was sad, but not tearful. Certainly not the way one would expect a grieving widow to sound. It was an odd statement, Buffy was already starting to feel like there was something very off about her but she wasn’t sure what.

“Ahh, yeah. I bet. What is this place? Who are you lady?” Faith asked.

“I? I am Lady Guinevere, former Queen of Camelot.”

[euphoricfilter]

hi bub 🎀 how are u? sorry i'm kinda late on replying, i suck at that at times.

i'm glad to hear u had a nice dinner ! was the food pretty good? strawberry milkshakes are always the best 😌♡ but ahhh ! u got wootteo 🥺 i know he's just going to be the cutest in person, happy it worked out (sometimes impulsive buys are the best buys yk 🤷🏽)

oh wow ! i didn't know u were bilingual, that's so cool ! but aw i'm sure u did just fine darling 💓💓 u did ur best n that's okay (and i'm sure waitress didn't even notice or remember even after a second) *hugs* .. tho i do understand ur feelings completely. it can be nerve racking on speaking an entire different language (no matter which way). plus i'm sure the pressure of getting it grammatically correct or the right pronunciation is pretty sucky :/

aw honey i think ur putting too much pressure on urself :( i know it's hard to accept thais in an author's prospective .. but ur human and u can't be 100% all the time yk? i think we all have a "burn out" every blue moon .. and i think that's when we all subconsciously know we're in need of a break or change ur scenery. it' okay 💕 ur pace is ur pace and that's okay. take all the time u need. and you'd never let us or anyone down by setting boundaries or simply saying "no". i promise. ur feelings matter always and deserved to be respected. no worries love :)

aw ur too sweet, ty 💕 i'll keep that in mind and of course vice versa always, jus lmk 💕💕😌 but honestly.. i don't even know what's going on? it's kind of hard to explain but basically i'm on my healing journey rn and learning to embrace having "peace" and i've been doing so well but idk.. these past few weeks .. it's been getting a little hard these past few weeks to embrace it. idk why but it's just .. i've been feeling so sad and lonely and bored ig? and it's like.. i've made so so much progress with my mindset, mental health, confidence, and overall .. and let's just say i was in a veeeeeery dark place lol .. i just don't want to relapse back into who was u know? but at the same time i feel like i'm in a "toxic positivity" state rn and it's just sigh* idk.. it's a lot lmao (as always sorry for the overshare omg 😭 )

- 🎀

i’m good!! you’re okay my love <3 i’m really bad at replying to text messages from people in real life

the food was really good, i don’t think i’ve ever had macaroni bites before but i tried them and it was pretty good. i agree!! strawberry milkshake is the best, i think they made it with ice cream as well

ahh wootteo slept on my pillow above me last night, his head is really fat but he’s a cutie so it’s okay 🧍‍♀️

oo another secret fact about me has been revealed, idk if i’d personally count it as bilingual just because i’m far from fluent but i’ve been learning for a while so i guess i know enough to get around 🥲 i think chinese grammar is easier than korean somehow but maybe that’s because i’ve been learning chinese longer?? idk languages make me wanna pull my hair out 🧍‍♀️and my teacher was.. firm in school so maybe that’s where my language anxiety stems from 🧍‍♀️

i think so too 🥲 i think since taking my gap year, i don’t wanna feel like i’m just wasting my life away when this time was meant to be time i took out for myself because the last couple of years of school killed me. now that i know i’ve gotten into university, i really have nothing else to do. like i’ve done my portfolio, done the application, signed up for everything i need for now, so i’m simply existing trying not to feel like i’m doing nothing with my life before i become a slave to the education system again

ahh i still feel bad, but i guess not much can be done about it, and i can only be grateful that so many people are this understanding!! i think for now i’m probably just gonna start the rewritten version of dtik, since it’s an easy project and takes minimal brain power and then i’ll get back to whatever i have in my inbox when i feel like it

i get that!! i was going so well after graduating considering where i was during the last couple of years and then slowly it all just went downhill 😭 and there was times a night where i just felt so lonely?? and so so so out of it, like i didn’t wanna be awake but i didn’t want to sleep it was a really funky feeling?

anyways, i’m always here if you ever wanna chat 🫶 and just know that i’m really proud of you! and you’re doing so well, and remember you’re super cool and take care of yourself 🫡

(shhh dw about it 💕)

MWAH 💕🫂

[starbornsoulrider]

this whole horse girl mess still really confuses me and I do agree with what ppl are saying on here, like sso should use redefine instead of reclaim. but I mean... on the other hand depending on the context “horse girl” can still be used maliciously. Obviously it’s nowhere near as bad as much worse slurs and sso shouldn’t treat it like it is, and that nowadays people say it in a more playful way than mocking way. But I’ve seen people use the term “horse girl” as a way to belittle someone as recent as like... two years ago now I think? and a few times after that.

this incident comes to mind every time sso brings up this whole thing about the term horse girl, and whenever I see people saying no one rlly uses horse girl as an insult anymore. I’ll try to be as vague as possible since I don’t wanna like, expose anyone I guess? but like two or less years ago there was this activist I often saw on my tik tok for you page. I don’t remember her very well or even her username, but a LOT of fascists and trump-supporters targeted her. one day she just posted a normal video of her chilling or playing with her horse, I don’t exactly remember. and the comments were flooded- and I mean FLOODED- with typical trump supporters saying “of course she’s a horse girl” “you’re a horse girl you really think your opinion matters” “shut up horse girl”- yknow stuff along those lines. obviously it was disgusting, and of course those ppl were just saying that stuff cause they didn’t actually have good a arguement, but still. mocking a woman’s interests and saying they made her inferior, typical misogynistic bs.

and there were a few less bad but still kinda sucky uses of “horse girl” I was exposed to. or just like general sneering at having an interest in horses. SSO was what re-ignited my love and interest for horses, but for maybe the first year of playing it I was kind of nervous to express it. I overheard my sister say to her friends “yeah, their thing is horses now” in a tone that felt like... a little mocking, I guess? and I felt the need to speak up and say “o-oh, I just play SSO out of boredom, I’m not actually that horse crazy, haha” and I’m pretty sure I felt the need to repeatedly say “I just like SSO for the weird and wacky story, that’s all!” on multiple occasions, too.

so yeah incidents like that were what made me hesitant to fully express that horses were a big hyperfixation of mine now, cause I felt like all my friends and family would find it silly and cause I had already seen some pretty viscous attitude towards horse lovers before. even now I’m a little cautious talking about it at times. like I feel embarrassed whenever my family makes a remark about my interest in horses sometimes cause deep down I worry that they think it’s childish or something.

anyways, idk where I’m really going with this, I guess I’m saying that yeah there’s DEFINITELY a better way sso could approach this, although I wouldn’t say this “standing up for horse girls” stuff is completely out of nowhere? Idk, I feel like it’s important that “horse girl” can be a playful term but there are times where it’s used in harmful contexts. I mean, it’s definitely not as bad as slurs, and as I said before sso should rethink this and use better wording. it’s just ever since they started this whole horse girl campaign and saw people saying it felt a little ridiculous, I felt like sharing my personal experience with the term, so I supposed now was the time to finally do that. I wasn’t born into the horse world or really grew up with it, though there are quite a few equestrians on the other sides of my family. again, not exactly sure where I was going with this and I have a lot of “ehhhh...” feelings towards SSO’s approach at this topic for several reasons, even though they do seem to have good intentions, I dunno if my input will help at all but I felt like if I was ever gonna say anything about this it might as well be now. not trying to be like “YOU’RE ALL WRONG HORSE GIRL IS A BAD WORD” of course, my experience with the term “horse girl” has been on my mind before the “reclaim horse girl” post was made and the post and people’s reaction to it made me remember it again. I guess basically, I think sso’s heart is in the right place and I don’t think it’s totally out of nowhere but this was definitely not the best way to approach it.

[secret-kpoplibrary]

Tomorrow Pt. 4

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Hoseok

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: this is not properly edited lol oh also uh kidnapping

Genre: mostly fluff

Summary: You and your German Shephard hybrid have been on the police force for five years now. The job has its exciting moments sure but for the most part you'd consider it pretty straightforward from shift to shift. A noise complaint usually means a rowdy neighbor not a badly beaten hybrid tied to a tree so- you'd say this counts as one of those less than straightforward circumstances.

***

You look over your shoulder at Yoongi and Hoseok in the living room playing video games. You're at your kitchen counter with a bowl of chips in front of you while catching up with Jackson. He smiles at the way you fondly watch the two hybrids interact.

"You know- in all the years I've known you I never thought I'd see you owning a hybrid. Yet here you are with two." Jackson muses.

"To be fair I never thought I'd own a hybrid either but- you never know where life will take you I guess." You shrug turning your attention back to Jackson.

"Well- at least Hoseok looks happy here. Not nearly as traumatized as you'd expect." Jackson looks at him.

"Yeah- he's like that most of the time. I'm glad he's doing well with us but I wonder if he's really alright." You frown.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean- what he went through probably had some serious effects on him and I- well he doesn't want to pursue the guys who did this to him but like he should see a professional shouldn't he? What if he needs real help?"

"I think having a stable home with people that genuinely care about him is all the help he wants right now y/n. You and Yoongi provide him with that- I think he's good for now." Jackson shrugs.

"I really hope he is. Sometimes I feel bad when Yoongi and I leave for work. He doesn't like leaving the house alone- I'm pretty sure he's worried that whoever abused him will find him which of course makes sense but- I dunno, leaving him with his anxieties like that? I wish I could do something about it ya know."

"Well you and Yoongi work a lot of night shifts so it's not the worst setup in the world." Jackson says.

"Yeah- I know- the daytime shifts are just sucky I guess."

"I mean if Hoseok was bothered by staying here alone I think he'd leave the apartment wouldn't he? He has a key."

"Yeah he has a key. But if he's anxious about those guys that hurt him- he won't leave alone."

"I wish I could help with your worries hon but-"

"I know I know- it's just been a few months now and Hoseok still doesn't go out by himself."

"He's recovering from severe trauma. It's not gonna be easy for him, but you guys have clearly been a big help to him. Don't beat yourself up too much about it not being perfect. You're doing the best you can for him."

"You're right- I'm just- ranting aimlessly. It's just that I try not to ramble about this stuff to the guys so-"

"I get it. Sometimes you just have to talk about things."

"Okay I'm done moping. Let's talk about literally anything else. How's your life? Anything new going on with you?" You ask.

"Well- maybe a couple of things." Jackson says shyly.

"Oh my gosh tell me everything." You say excitedly. Jackson chuckles a bit before updating you on his life.

*~*~*

"Yoongz did you want coffee or hot chocolate for tonight?" You ask him as you prep snacks for your overnight shift. Usually when you're working nighttime patrols you take snacks and thermoses for you and Yoongi.

"I'll take coffee- I'm exhausted." Yoongi says.

"Alright." You hum. You start the coffee maker for Yoongi and make yourself some hot chocolate. You find these overnight shifts easier to get through with something warm to drink.

"Are you guys leaving now?" Hoseok pokes his head into the kitchen.

"Just about ready to go yeah." You say.

"Oh- okay. Have a good shift." He says.

"Do you need anything before we head out?" Yoongi asks him.

"Uh no, I think I'm good here." Hoseok shakes his head.

"You have our numbers if anything happens. Don't hesitate to call." You say running your hand over Hoseok's ears. He lets out a satisfied hum as sinks into your touch happily. You've learned that Hoseok very much loves physical touch so you make a point to do it as often as you can.

"I'll call if I have to." Hoseok says.

"Good. We'll see you in the morning sweetie." You say.

"Goodnight Hobi." Yoongi says patting Hoseok on the head as he walks past him.

"Alright we're going bubs. Goodnight." You say grabbing your snacks and thermoses and heading out after Yoongi.

"Goodnight!" You catch Hoseok yell back before you've made it out the door.

"Man I hope this shift is quiet." Yoongi mumbles as he pops open a bag of chips.

"These shifts usually are. I don't think we've had a chaotic overnight shift since the one we found Hoseok." You muse reaching into his chip bag and steal a couple.

"I mean yeah- but you never know."

"Well we're assigned a fairly quiet area tonight so don't jinx it." You shrug.

"I'm not trying to." Yoongi says. You hum but don't say anything in reply because you're sure tonight will be pretty quiet. That's what you like about the overnight patrols, they're almost always quiet.

"Do you ever feel bad about leaving Hoseok home by himself like this?" Yoongi asks some time later.

"Sometimes. But we have to work." You say.

"I mean I know but like- Hobi won't go out without one of us. Even though he can leave it almost feels like keeping him in a cage." Yoongi frowns.

"I get it- but I also get why he won't leave alone. I wish there was something we could do for him but- we can't really. He'd either have to stop fearing whoever abused him or he has to know they're no longer a threat- the latter of which is obviously not- the most likely outcome so- we try to make it work. That's why I've been trying to avoid daytime shifts. You know- at least at night he's probably just gonna wanna sleep anyhow." You shrug.

"I wish he'd let us do something about the horrible people that did that to him." Yoongi says.

"For now we support him how he wants us to. Maybe later he'll want to deal with those assholes but- until then, keep caring for him the way we've been." You say.

"I know you're right I just wish we could do more." Yoongi huffs. You almost chuckle a little at Yoongi's pouty expression. As valid as Yoongi's concerns are you can't help but smile at how much Yoongi cares for Hoseok. It's very cute.

*~*~*

You're being dragged by Hoseok and Yoongi to some restaurant they've been dying to try for lunch. Dragged being the operative word here- they asked and you simply can't say no to two sets of puppy dog eyes so here you are, going to lunch somewhere across town.

"What's the big deal guys?" You ask as you pull up to the place. Hoseok is practically bouncing in his seat and while Yoongi doesn't show the same external signs of excitement you know he's just as hype as Hoseok looks.

"Hoseok saw the place on a cooking show- the food looks really good though." Yoongi explains.

"Alright well let's go then." Hoseok clambers out of the car first and by the time you and Yoongi stroll into the place after him, he's already talking to the host at the stand. When he sees that the hybrid is in fact not by himself he offers the three of you a table and leaves with a confirmation that a server will come by shortly.

"Hope this place is as good as it looked on that show of yours." Yoongi says.

"It's got a nice atmosphere." You point out.

"Can't eat atmosphere though." Yoongi says.

"They do in Spongebob I think." You smile as Yoongi shoots you a deadpan glare. When the server comes by you order drinks and Hoseok orders an appetizer for the table which you don't catch the name of. You finally glance at the menu and by the time your appetizer comes out you place your food orders pretty easily.

"So far so good." Yoongi says as he eats bites of the appetizer.

"I like this place. I wish it wasn't across town so we could come more often." Hoseok says.

"We can try coming at least once a month or so if you like it that much Hobi, I'm sure we could make the time." You offer.

"They have a large enough menu that I won't get bored of coming here." Yoongi offers as his way of agreeing with your suggestion. Once your food arrives the three of you talk less, enjoying the meal that you'd personally say is worth the trip to the other side of town for.

"I'll be right back, I have to use the bathroom." Hoseok says standing from the table at some point. You and Yoongi voice your acknowledgment as he leaves to find the restroom.

"So is the food as good as you expected Yoongi?" You ask him.

"It passes the test." Yoongi says as he finishes off his plate. You laugh at his nonchalant answer but let him have it.

"Y/n!" Your head snaps up when you hear Hoseok shout your name. You quickly zero in on Hoseok struggling against the hold of some random man on the other side of the restaurant. You quickly dart between the tables to get to Hoseok and get the stranger to let him go. The man is heading towards the exit with Hoseok in tow and you don't think you'll make it to them before they get out.

"Yoongi call dispatch and tell them it's an emergency!" You yell as you follow the man out of the restaurant. He drags Hoseok surprisingly fast out and around the side of the building before two others haul him into a van that soon after speeds off. Your shoulders deflate for a moment until your own car pulls up beside you.

"Get in- they're sending units but we can't lose them in the meantime." Yoongi says. You slide in the passenger side and Yoongi tears out of the parking lot.

"Oh- I should call that place and let them know we're coming back to pay." You frown.

"Do you have to do that now?" Yoongi blinks but his eyes stay focused on the van.

"Well I don't want them to think we're skipping out on the bill." You explain.

"Y/n the whole restaurant saw Hoseok get kidnapped- I really don't think they're going to assume we're skipping out on our bill." Yoongi shakes his head.

"I'm still going to call. Since you're driving I can do that."

"I- I guess. Just do it quickly. If things go south you need to be focused." He says. You wave him off as you dial the restaurant.

"Hi! I'm from the table of 3 that just left because one of the hybrids was kidnapped- yes I'm just letting you know I'll swing by later to pay for our food it's just- you know, kidnapping." You explain.

"Uh- yeah okay. I hope your hybrid is alright." The person on the phone says. You can hear the confusion in his voice.

"He will be- we're following them now. I just wanted to make sure you knew we weren't skipping out on our bill." You say.

"I- I don't think anyone would've assumed that." He says. The sound of police sirens grabs your attention.

"Oh- I have to go- back up just arrived. See you later." You hang up before he can respond and you tune your radio to communicate with the two cars on either side of you.

"What's the plan." Yoongi asks once you're patched through.

"Another officer is gonna try cutting them off up ahead, all we have to do is stay around them so they can't veer off somewhere and hope they aren't crazy enough to cause any casualties." One of the officers, a deputy named Lee says.

"Copy." Yoongi nods even though they can't see each other. It takes only a couple of minutes for two other cops to block off the path of the van from the front forcing them to careen to a stop. Once your own car has stopped you practically leap out of it as the other officers surround the car with their guns drawn.

"My hybrid is in there you guys better be careful!" You warn.

"There's at least 3 of them." Yoongi warns when the driver gets out with his hands in the air at the behest of the cops. One officer quickly cuffs the driver as the others demand the remaining people follow the driver's lead. When the van door slides open Yoongi's the first to notice and of course shouts to the others.

"Gun!" He yells pulling you under his arm and yanking the two of you behind one of the squad cars. You don't have firearms as you're not on duty right now and he's not about to risk you getting hurt. You hear three shots ring out and a lot of shouting but wait a few moments before poking your head out to get a look at things. One of the officers is clutching his arm while another forces someone into handcuffs. You also notice a limp body on the ground but your attention is drawn from it when you see Hoseok slowly get out of the van. You scramble up and run over to him wrapping your arms tightly around his neck.

"Thank goodness you're okay. They didn't hurt you did they? Let me see." You pout as you look over his face for any sign of injury.

"I'm okay y/n, they didn't hurt me." Hoseok says with a weak smile.

"How ya feeling bud?" Yoongi asks, you didn't even realize he'd come up beside you.

"A little shaken up but- the one they shot was the ringleader of all this so- that, makes it a tiny bit better." Hoseok says.

"Was it just these guys?" Yoongi asks.

"Yeah- at least they're the only ones I ever dealt with." Hoseok shrugs.

"Can't believe they were just gonna kidnap you in broad daylight at a restaurant like that." Yoongi scoffs.

"Yeah- can we just, go home now?" Hoseok asks.

"Of course we can Hobi- but, eventually we'll have to swing by the station and give witness statements on all this." You tell him playing with his hair comfortingly. He pouts a little at the thought of it but relaxes against your hand.

"Can we do it later?" He asks.

"Sure- we'll do it later. Let's go home." You smile at him. After a quick stop at the restaurant to pay your bill you head home- fully content with spending the rest of the afternoon on the couch. You've had enough activity for one day.

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Part 4/???

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[uselessundertalefacts]

Frisk Month '22 Day 23 - Bravery

Frisk makes a confession.

“W-well, at least the music’s good,” says Alphys, opening up a fresh bag of popcorn. She and Frisk are on episode… 20? 21? Frisk can’t remember anymore, but it’s a cartoon that Alphys has fallen in love with and Frisk is watching for the first time tonight.

The music is pretty good, they think. They haven’t been able to focus on the show’s plot. It’s been a long, lonely day for them, and they love spending time with Alphys usually, but now it’s 3am and they’re tired and feeling like the worst person alive.

“Oh, h-hey, are you okay? It’s… it’s not THAT bad, is it???” Alphys pauses the show. Frisk hides their face behind a pillow with cat ears. They really hate it when people see them cry.

“I’m fine,” they try to say, but it comes out more like “mmfffmm.”

“…okay, um… if you don’t wanna talk, that’s fine,” says Alphys. “But if you do wanna talk, I’m here for you. I-I mean, I’ll listen, and I won’t tell anyone what you say, okay?” She puts the popcorn on the coffee table and turns to face Frisk properly. “Is it… no, uh, I shouldn’t guess, sorry.”

Frisk raises their head an inch above the pillow. “I failed a science test,” they admit.

“Oh, that’s all?” Alphys says. “Wait, I don’t mean that it’s silly or anything!! Just!!! I, I can help with science stuff, if you like.”

“…that would be nice. If you could help.” Frisk leans back onto the couch, fiddling with the pillow in their hands. “I guess, um… Chara helped me a lot with science tests before, and now that they’re in their own body, I did a lot worse than I thought I would. And I don’t wanna tell them, ‘cause they’ll feel bad.”

“Oh…” says Alphys. “Yeah, that r-really sucks.”

Frisk takes a deep breath before making their final admission. “And I ripped up the paper after the teacher handed it back. And Mom’s supposed to sign it, so I’m gonna get in trouble.”

Alphys tries to hold back her smile. “Oh, I did that with my tests, too… um, do you… would you like a hug?”

Frisk leans against Alphys. Her hugs are the softest out of all of their friends, except Mom and Dad. It feels really, really nice right now.

“…hey, I know something about getting in trouble,” says Alphys. “And in the moment, it feels really sucky, but then things get better, because you have people who care about you and want to help you. And yeah, it can feel kinda awkward, but… that’s what love is about, you know?” She gives Frisk a quick squeeze. “You know who taught me that?”

Frisk laughs. “Yeah.”

“Also…” Alphys pulls away. “You’re really brave for telling me this, and I’m really proud of you. And I bet your mom and Chara will be proud of you, too.”

Frisk smiles. They’re already feeling so much lighter. “Thanks, Alphys.”

“So…” Alphys says with a hint of a smirk, “do you want to practice telling your mom?”

[simeonisalesbian]

Drink Away Ya Problems Mammon x MC

Yo yo yo. This is the first Obey Me fic i’ve written (I’ve got a couple others I’ll post in a hot girl minute) MC is gender neutral and it’s really easy to replace each “MC” with any name of your choosing ^.^ Thank u for ur time!

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Mc sat at their desk staring blankly at the page and textbook in front of them. It had been about 3 hours now with no interruptions from the demons who lived in the house. Quite the rare occurrence. They had hoped to get a good amount of work done, and they did up until now. Apparently having to deal with constant intrusions makes someone's ability to focus on something in one sitting really shity. They sighed again just wishing someone would distract them from this for at least a little while.

As if summoned,  the door swung open revealing Mammon. “Mc…”

"Hey Mammon, what's up?" Mc turned happily smiling at the demon who came to distract them. Their face fell as soon as they saw the demon's face. "Oh. Is everything okay?" 

Mammon had his arms crossed close to his chest and looked as if he'd start crying at any minute. His face was turned away from them and just to be safe his eyes were staring at the floor. 

" 'M leavin'. 'M sick of being accused of shit so I'm running away. Felt like ya would want to know." Mammon squeezed his eyes shut. "So yeah I'll just go-" he turned to go back out the door. 

Before he could, Mc grabbed their arm pulling him into a hug. The sudden motion of affection was a breaking point and he practically crumbled in their arms and let a few tears silently slip.

"Hey. You're not leaving. What would I do without the Great Mammon around, huh?" Mc slowly led the demon over to sit on the bed, hoping to make him feel a bit better about himself. 

" 'M not that great," Mammon mumbled under his breath as he willingly sat down on the bed. He rubbed at his eyes hoping to regain some composure as Mc looked at his face.

"I beg to disagree. I mean you just saved me from what must have been the most boring assignment in the history of all the realms." Mc said while moving to lock the door. It wasn't common that they actually locked it but they hoped the motion would put Mammon more at ease. After that, they sat back down pulling Mammon back into their arms. "Do you wanna talk about it?" 

He shook his head. 

"That's fine too. Whatever you want. Just know I'm here for you, kay?" Mc said softly petting the demon's head.

They sat there quietly for a while before Mammon spoke up. "Do you still have that bottle of human alcohol?" It was quietly mumbled and if Mc wasn't listening they would have missed it. 

"Yeah. Was saving it for a rainy day. I'd say this falls under that. Did you want me to grab it?" 

"Yeah. If ya want to." Mammon sat up just enough from where he was leaning on them to let them stand up. He watched as they dug under the bed, grabbing a glass bottle they bought the last time they visited the human world. 

"I can grab cups from the kitchen or we can drink straight from the bottle. Up to you." 

"Fuck cups, hand it here," Mammon said, reaching out for the bottle. 

Mc smiled. He wasn't quite back to his usual to his happy-go-lucky self but this was a lot closer. And while it probably wasn't the most healthy idea to drink during a breakdown, Mammon probably would have drunk himself sick if he actually did go out along with gambling away all of his brothers' money. So arguably this was better than that outcome. 

"Hey it is mine, save some for me jeez," Mc said watching the demon chug the bottle they handed him as if it was water. 

"Your mistake for handin' it to me first. Here." He handed the bottle back to let Mc take a swing. He glanced down at his phone that had no new messages. "Do ya think they actually think I ran away?" 

"Hm?" Mc passed the bottle. "Your brothers? Hard to say we were pretty quiet for a while they might. Why do you want them to think that?" 

"Dunno." He said before drinking a much smaller amount than before. "Maybe? Is it cruel to want them to hurt as much as I do?" He took another sip.

"Not sure." Mc grabbed the bottle knowing the avatar of greed would drink the whole thing if they let him. "In human standards, we'd probably call it a bit cruel but a common feeling nonetheless. Aren't demons meant to be cruel tho? Isn't that part of their thing?" 

Mammon just shrugged. "I guess so." He didn't look happy with the answer so Mc tried again.

"You're asking me though right? I don't think you're cruel. I think those feelings are fine. As long as you don't take them too far that is. Like as long as you don't like...I dunno kill them or something? You're probably fine" 

Mammon laughed softly. "Do all humans have sucky morals like that or just you?" 

"Hey, my morals aren't sucky. I just set the bar low. Obviously, there are lesser bads than killing but it's the first thing that came to mind." 

"Lesser evils."

"Huh?"

"Ya said 'lesser bads.' Pretty sure it's lesser evils." Mammon corrected with a smirk.

"Who died and made you the saying police huh? I can say lesser bads if I want. Fuck the police and all that." Mc said playfully glaring.

"Didn't you just imply 'm the police?" 

"Don't." Mc glanced at the bottle. "How the hell have we already drank half of this?" 

"Who knows. But I say we finish it off." He said grabbing it.

"What? No, we should probably stop. It's Thursday, we have classes tomorrow." Mc said, pulling the bottle towards them. 

"Fuck classes I ran away remember? I don't need no classes." Mammon pulled.

"Yeah you ran off I didn't. I still have to go" 

"Nah. We'll just say I brought you with me." 

Mc paused thinking for a minute. "You think that would work?" They couldn't think for shit they drank nearly as much as Mammon had.

"Course I do! When has the Great Mammon ever been wrong?" 

"Many times." 

Mammon pouted but pulled the bottle from Mc's hands. "Ha!" He shakily stood almost falling and he moved away. He stood another long swing from the bottle.

"Hey! It's my bottle!" Mc stood with the intent to take back the bottle but fell as soon as they did.

"Oh shit. You good?" Mammon said, setting the bottle down long enough to check on the human. 

Mc grabbed it chugging nearly as much as Mammon did before replying. "Yeah. Wasn't that far of a fall. Don't think I can walk, though. Snacks are out of the question." 

Mammon smiled before pulling Mc back to their feet and setting them both down on the bed. "We can call Beel if we want snacks. He's like the king of snacks. Besides, we can just drink and like, watch a movie. Don't need snacks to have fun." 

"Shit, you're right. God, I'm gonna have the hangover from hell tomorrow huh." Mc said grabbing the laptop that was luckily left on the nightstand, to pull up a movie.

"You and me both. But it'll be fine. I want to pick the movie though it was my idea." Mammon said, pulling the laptop towards him. 

"No, it's my laptop."

It was going to be a long night.

Epilogue

Lucifer unlocked the door to Mc's Room later that night. The chatter from inside had long since died down since the last time he checked. He was originally going to ask if Mammon had said anything to them since he left. But the last time he had stopped by he heard the familiar bickering from his brother and the human. He left them to it and decided to check on both of them later.

Opening the door he smiled seeing that the owners of the voices that had forgotten to talk in an inside voice earlier, we both soundly asleep.

Mc had Mammon wrapped in their arms, his head on their chest. Mammon had one arm dropped over them, the empty liquor bottle dangling from his hand. The laptop that has long since died was close to falling off the bed.

Lucifer placed the laptop on the desk plugging it in. He then grabbed the bottle from Mammon's hand. 

The hangover those two would have tomorrow would be their only punishment. Knowing they did that to themselves would be better than any punishment Lucifer could give after all.

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Kingdom Hearts

~❤️Rage Awakened AO3 | FF.net- Ten years ago, Terra, Aqua, and Ventus lost their fellow apprentice, Sora, in Deep Jungle. Now, they are to return with two new students, Riku and Kairi, to lock the heart of the world. All the while, something watches from the trees. Feral!Sora AU

My Kingdom for a Heart AO3 | FF.Net - The curse of being one of the Princesses of heart, is that there’s always someone out to get you. As Xemnas looked failure in the face, he reached out in a last ditch effort and destroyed Kairi’s heart. Now her friends must travel the worlds again. Sora, to find a way to recover Kairi’s heart, and Riku, to make amends to those he has wronged. All the while, the darkness grows. [Unfinished, on permanent hiatus]

Miraculous Ladybug

One Shots

*❤️Amalgam- When an young man is rejected for being ‘incompatible’ he turns into the akuma ‘Amalgam’ able to fuse two people together. And later Adrien and Marinette would debate if it was lucky or unlucky that they got hit. (Also Available in Russian)

*Sing We All Noel- After receiving the worst Christmas present ever from his father, Chat Noir finds himself out on the streets with nowhere to go on Christmas Eve. Thankfully, Ladybug finds him and brings him home.

*Speechless- In a world where everyone has a soulmark, the first words their soulmate will say to them, Marinette is born without one. But Adrien Agreste has two. Curious, considering he’s mute.

*❤️Tunnels of Love- The night started out with an accidental kiss from Adrien Agreste, and ended with her bleeding in the Catacombs of Paris. Ladybug, the wielder of the miraculous of good luck. Yeah right. (Some blood)

*The Reveal That Wasn’t- First Parts My ending to kittybug’s Tumblr Prompt

*What A Mess We’re In- Ladybug has a lot on her mind, and when Chat Noir bugs her enough, she tells him she’s going to confess to her Crush, Adrien Agreste. Chat’s reaction is not what she’s expecting.

*Oblivi-oh no! - A retelling of Oblivio, except Ladybug is the only one to lose her memory. How will Chat deal?

*Bad Day (3 chapters) - Marinette was Ladybug! This was Adrien’s luckiest day ever! Except it wasn’t, because all his good luck was used up in one go. Turns out this might be the worst day of his life.

*One Win, So Many Losses- Marinette was forced to break up with Adrien. It had been a low blow from Gabriel, to be sure. But she was Ladybug. She’d find a solution…right? An alternate ending to Chat Blanc, where Adrien doesn’t Cataclysm the akuma.

*❤️Five Minutes- Gabriel has had enough of all these girls fighting over Adrien. He decides it’s high time Adrien picks one, and arranges the perfect opportunity for him to do so. Each candidate has five minutes to present why they’d be a good girlfriend. Marinette decides to take this opportunity to shoot her shot.

~*Panache- Every eligible maiden was invited to the Prince’s ball. That included Marinette, scullery maid in her own household. But her stepsisters destroyed her dress, and she can’t go to the ball in rags. Or can she? (Cinderella!AU)

*Perfect, No Matter What-In which Gabriel sets the bar even lower for himself, a reveal happens because of pain medication, and the new guardian actually goes to Chloé for advice.

*Crushed- Stuck under a collapsed building together, Chat Noir and Marinette have a heart to heart.

*Lovelace- Convinced that he's unlovable, Adrien is quickly thrown for a loop when Marinette confesses her love for him out of the blue. An akumatization and reveal later, he changes his mind about being unlovable.

Long Fics

*❤️Longest Night- (FF.net | Ao3) - The day started out sucky to begin with. Her crush ousted to the class and Adrien. Lila taking pride in exacting her revenge. But by the time patrol was over, a young man was dead, and Ladybug’s identity was at risk. Lila was the least of her concerns. Good thing Adrien was taking it all like a champ. (Rated M for scenes of torture)

*❤️Nine Lives- (FF.net) When Adrien Agreste is scheduled to go to a Military School in Germany, Chat Noir must make a critical decision. Does he give up his Miraculous? Or does he give up his life as Adrien? I’ll save you the trouble of guessing, he gives up being Adrien.

*Tender Words- When Marinette finally gets the guts to confess her feelings for Adrien, some things go so wrong, and other things go so right.

*Integrity- Overwhelmed with her responsibilities, guilt, and drama, Marinette has an emotional breakdown in front of everyone, and even hands over her earrings in a moment of weakness. Only for a few seconds, but the damage was done. Adrien’s pretty quick on the uptake like that.

~Much Obliged- Everyone deals with grief differently. Some take to drinking, others devote themselves to charity. Adrien Agreste? Well, he became a cowboy. Marinette Dupain-Cheng is a witch, one of very few in the world. She knows what it’s like to be doubted, and assumed delusional. Maybe that’s why they got along so well. Or maybe it’s just because they both like big hats. AU where everything is the same, except instead of superheroes, Adrien is a Cowboy and Marinette is a witch. (Unfinished) (Based on a AU by @bugaboo-n-bananoir)

*I’ll Handle This- “I’ll solve all your problems,” Plagg had said. “You just have to agree to it.” A fixed relationship with his father, Lila to stop bothering him, and Ladybug to fall in love with him? Who wouldn’t agree to that? Except Plagg was the God of Destruction and Chaos and had a more…hands-on approach. Adrien just wants his body back. (Body swap fic)

The Ghost of Smokey Joe- Adrien Agreste was acting bizarre. Stilted body language, plastic smile, and he seemed to have forgotten how close they were. Before she can get the truth out of him, Marinette finds herself as the sole heir to the Gabriel brand and the mansion, following the murder-suicide of both Adrien and Gabriel Agreste. The mystery continues as Tikki explains that Adrien was Chat Noir...but if Adrien is six feet under, why is Chat Noir still running around?

How To Train Your Dragon

One Shots

The Vikings Have Their Tea (FF.Net | AO3)

Arranged Marriage- Takes place at the beginning of HTTYD

❤️Breathe- Survival of the fittest

~Childhood Friends- At the Sandbox

❤️Easy Fix- In which Hiccup has a bad day

~Fashion Designer- Astrid needs a fill in

❤️Frozen- In Which Astrid takes a Dip and things get frisky (Rated M)

❤️Headache- In Which Hiccup hits his head….really hard

❤️Heir- In Which Hiccup is Picked (Longer version by FateCharms)

Illness- In Which Stoick is a dad

~Illusionist- Trick gone wrong

~In the Walls- In which there’s a poop ghost

~Knocking On The Wrong Door (2) - A chance encounter

❤️Messages- Astrid is Frustrated with Hiccup’s obliviousness

~To Mirkwood- Hiccup is not a dwarf

~Monster Falls- Hiccup and Astrid take a dip

❤️Mute- In which there’s a quiet stranger

~Music Video (ImgHS)- He didn’t expect it

❤️Operation: Lovebirds- In Which the gang makes a plan, and Hiccup gets Drunk

~Over- Too many nightmares

~Partners in Crime- A normal day at work

~Pirate- Astrid is the greatest treasure

~Prince- He doesn’t want to be a broken King

❤️Sorting Things Out- In Which Astrid gets her ducks in a row

~The Dragon and The Dame- Beauty and the Beast Au

The Pit- In Which Hiccup is rescued

Hide and Seek- Part 1

Lost and Found- Part 2

Long fics:

*❤️Infernal Responsibility- Being the son of the chief takes brains, courage, and a lot of patience. But at his father’s the request for marriage, Hiccup decides he has had enough. When he seeks out a life of ease, he runs into more than what he bargained for.

*❤️Roses and Lilies- “Astrid, you and I both know you’re much tougher than I am. You’re more brave, and a better fighter…but just for a little while…could we pretend that I’m the one protecting you?” “Oh gods yes!” (Also Available in Spanish!)

*~What the Water Gave Me- The sea is a wild and dangerous thing, something that cannot be foretold or predicted. Hiccup discovered this many years ago, in human naiveté. Yet, what was meant as a sacrifice became a new life, one like no one could comprehend. He now finds himself once more in the unknowing hands of those that sentenced him to death. He only prays things will be different this time. Merman!AU

*Parasite- Soulsnatcher Dragons are rare but deadly. But, As Hiccup finds out, it’s the eggs you have to watch out for.

*~320 State Street- Gobber’s Goods. A Hardware Store that was rumored to have everything you needed. She thought she only needed a job. Turns out, she needed a lot more than that. (A Modern AU no one asked for)

*~❤️The North Tower- When Finn Hofferson died, Astrid inherited his castle in Wales…and a whole lot more. Something sinister lurks in the North Tower.

*~❤️Boy Toy- AO3 - At the age of 21, Princess Astrid lawfully has to pick a husband. But when the perfect groom is nowhere to be found, she requests the toymaker to create one for her. It’s safe to say that everyone in the kingdom is a little concerned. (Pinocchio!AU I guess?)

No, You Go First- AO3 - The Chief of Berk was a headstrong viking, stubborn and full of pride, and willing to do whatever it takes to keep his village safe. But for a moment, he puts that aside, and listens to his son. In which Hiccup convinces his dad not to make him go through Dragon Training, and the subsequent changes that follow.

*In Due Time- AO3 - As another illness sweeps through Berk, Gothi needs another ingredient for her medicine…one that doesn’t exist anymore. Fortunately, she kept that old spell book around for such an occasion. Big Hiccup is sent to five years into the past, and his younger self sent to take his place in the future. But it’s only a few days, what could go wrong?

Trollhunters: Tales from Arcadia

❤️Arcadia or Bust- In Which Arcadia welcomes back it’s underground citizens.

Teen Titans

Oneshots:

~Big Brother- Don’t turn out the light (Horror)

Dear Jason- Bruce Writes a letter

Just Drawing- Bruce thinks about Robin

The Prisoner- Starfire is Guilty

Of Mustard and Three Foot Purple Tongues- A collection of Oneshots and Drabbles

Long Fics (*Finished):

*~❤️Carol of the Bells- High in the dark Bell Tower of Notre Dame, there lives a mysterious bell ringer. Legend tells of the angel who fell from the sky, and the curse she bares. There are few who know her true identity though; her master, the priest, and the acrobat that performs on the streets below. Based loosely on ‘The Hunchback of Notre Dame’ RobxStar and slight BBxRae

*No Escape- Three years ago, Starfire escaped an Alien race called the Gordanians, to arrive on Earth. They’re back, and ready to put Starfire back where she belongs, behind reinforced Titanium bars. Robin’s not about to let her go…if only he hadn’t got captured first. How does it feel to be the alien, Robin?

*Now you Know My Pain- When the new Villain, Gender Bender, comes to down, the Titans find themselves in an odd situation. They’ve been turned into the opposite gender against their will! Now in order to change back, they must learn to understand the gender they’ve turned into. Rated T for obvious reasons. A great read if you’ve ever wondered why girls or guys do [blank].

*Paint it Black- Robin disappeared three months ago. Now, Jump City’s crime rate is mysteriously being taken care of by a normal, albeit strange, teenage boy who goes by the name Black. As the Titans befriend this lunatic, they begin to see a relation between him and their missing leader. Will they be able to find Robin, or will Black turn them all insane as himself? Actually, contains NO OC.

*Saving Grace- “When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk upright or speak coherent sentences and all you’ll see is my mask and my voice repeating in your head…Weak. Richard Grayson, I am not tough, I am everything that you fear.” Happy Ending! Smudge of RobStar. NO Slash!

Other Fandoms

Final Fantasy XV

❤️Requiem for Pitioss-“O King. The god’s have heard your cries. Know that we weep with you. The Oracle’s calling has not yet been fulfilled. But…Lunafreya as you know her cannot return the way she was.” Noctis looked up, hopeful. “But she can return!” Canon divergence from Chapter 9. Happy ending. Some spoilers.

Final Fantasy X

I Do…I Guess? - “I would…like to ask you something.” “Shoot.” “Well…if it’s not too much…I’d like to ask you…to marry me.” Knowing what’s to come during her pilgrimage, Yuna asks Tidus to marry her, strictly for convenience and having an official next of kin, of course. Starts after Luca and how this decision would affect the rest of the story.

Beauty and the Beast

*❤️Behold the Beast- A Oneshot alternate ending to the Animated Film

Cinderella

*❤️Midnight- “When the clock strikes twelve, the spell will be broken,” the fairy godmother had warned. A retelling of the story, when Cinderella doesn’t escape the ball in time. Oneshot

*So This is Love- What if Jaq and Gus hadn’t made it in time to help Cinderella? A new twist on the ending of the classic Fairytale, and what lies beyond the story. She still gets her happy ending and her Prince, and her step family gets their just deserts.

Sleeping Beauty

*❤️A Love Song Back To Me- Maleficent saw the loophole that stared her in the face. Prince Phillip would break the curse in time, for sure. After all, he was betrothed to Aurora. So in an effort for her evil plan to stay in action, Maleficent takes care of the young prince herself. Phillip never imagined having to live off the land like the birds above. Alternate twist on the classic Disney tale.

Escaflowne

Down Feathers- Hitomi’s depressed. She’s been away from Van too long, he comes back to visit her…but what if something went wrong with the transfer? (Not finished. Never will be finished. Mwahaha) Circa 2012

*Angel’s Wounds- Fanelia’s been victorious in their most recent battle with Basrum. Unfortunately, someone is wounded and just seeks solace in his love that lives so far away. Post Anime.

Momma Look Sharp- With the war between Fanelia and Basrum finally coming to a close, the kingdom is celebrating. The young king, however, is suffering from an experience unlike any he had before. Van finally seeks solace in his wife.

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Din Training his Kids Headcanons

Request: Question, What's headcanon you have when din was training back when he was a teen, and what trainings would he implement to his kids? I can imagine he goes kinda hard on them and then dotes on them afterwards amdmdmdkdI just realized that mandos who had pretty good families with the creed, etc you know. Alot of them probably dont understand that there are really mean parents that hurt their kids on purpose and its absurd to them if they ever date somebody who didnt (like din with an s/o who tells him she had sucky parents) wndmsmdm

A/n: Okay this made me so soft. I literally had so much fun writing these. I hope they are what you were looking for. 

This goes along with my Days Filled with Love series. If you have not read it, I 10/10 recommend reading it. 

You can find the first part here. :) 

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As a foundling, I imagine that Din had to make sure that he was always perfect, compared to the other kids. He had a higher expectation and role to fill than the others.

I feel like, even though foundlings are highly valuable, the other kids did not view them that way. Thus, it was hard for Din to make friends. He was a loner as a kid and it shaped him to be who he is.

Din, in order to please the Mandalorians who trained him, had to get up earlier, train harder, and be quieter.

So when Myles became old enough to start training, Din tried to implement everything from his youth.

“Faster.” “Move your foot.” “Hit me stronger, you’re not a kid anymore.”

Din will have Myles up before the sun rises and out late after it sets. Sometimes, you’ll watch from the kitchen window.

They only break for lunch. Myles will run in and throw himself at his seat. Din will stroll in behind him and wrap his arms around your middle. He’ll let you pull his helmet up so you can kiss him. Then, if you have the twins strapped to your body, he’ll give each of them a kiss.

He’ll always compliment whatever you make. “Mmm smells good.” “This is really good.” “Wow, add this to my list of favorite foods.”

However, on rough and hard days for Myles, after his father lets him go, he’ll run into your arms with tears in his eyes. You’ll lift his helmet from his head and pull him further into your embrace. “What’s wrong?”

He’ll cry into your shirt and his hands will grasp the fabric on your back. “I just want to be good enough for Daddy!”

Your heart breaks and you pull his head from your chest, leaning down you’ll press your forehead against his own. “Baby, you’re more than enough. Your father just knows you’re going to do great things, so he’s trying to push you to be the best.”

Myles will nod while peering into your eyes. Tears subsiding, but still rolling down his cheeks.

You sit down on the couch and let your son be held in your arms, just as he did when he was a newborn. Rubbing his back, you’ll tell him stories of how hard his father had to train.

“But Dad’s so strong!”

“He’s only that way because he was trained just as you are. I bet you’re going to be even stronger than your father, just don’t tell him I said that.”

He’ll look up at you with wide brown eyes that match his fathers perfectly. “You really think so?”

“Of course I do. You’re already so strong.” Smiling down at him, you’ll press kisses all over his face.

Myles’ giggles fill the living room and his hands playfully try to pull you away. “Mommy stop!” He can barely get the words out through his laughter.

Finally offering him mercy, you’ll give him one more hug. “Myles, I love you so much. Never doubt my love or how much you are loved by your father. He just wants the best for you, even if it’s hard to notice. Now, run along to the shower, you smell bad.”

“MOM!”

Laughing you give him one more kiss before letting him out of your arms. “I’ll give you more hugs once you’re clean.”

“Okay!”

You watch him run up the stairs and the faint trickle of water fills the house. But then, Din will reveal himself from behind the doorway. His helmet already off and his eyes filled with sorrow.

He’ll walk over to the couch and set his head in your lap. “Am I a good father? Does he really think I don’t love him?”

Once again, your heart breaks. Being the mom to the Djarin family is not an easy job.

You’ll rub through his curls and press circles into his temple. “He knows you love him, he just had a hard day.”

“Am I pushing him too much?”

This makes you think.

After a few minutes, you know exactly what to say. “Only you would know. I never got training like that. But I do know that our son is not a quitter, nor a weakling. And I know that as his father, you know just how much he can take. Trust your gut. You know him better than you think. Just as he knows that when you yell or critique him, it’s not from hatred or dislike, but rather it’s from the love you have for him.”

The mandalorian rises from your lap and kisses you long and slow, yet filled with adoration. “Thank you, cyare. You always know what to say.”

“Mm hmm.” Smiling, you give him one last kiss. “Now, same thing I said to Myles. You can have more hugs when you’re clean and showered. You smell like a mudhorn and frankly, I would prefer to not kiss away your sweat.” Pushing him off of your lap, you point to your room. “Go.”

He’ll pretend to start his trek to the shower, before quickly turning around and grabbing your waist.

“DIN!” He’ll just laugh as lifts you from the ground. Rubbing his head against your back, you cringe.

“Oh, looks like you’re dirty now too. Guess you’ll have to shower and I know a shower that will be running in one minute.”

“Din, the kids, we can’t leave them.”

“They’ll be fine. Reeza and Grogu can watch the twins. Plus, Myles will be down in a couple minutes, so if something goes wrong, he can take care of it.”

“You’re not making me feel better.” He’s already walked the two of you into your bathroom.

“I’ll make it up in the shower.”

“DIN!”

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ch.10 ramblings

What I tried to achieve in ch.10/what I want to achieve later/what I think of Sierra

So ch.10 was pretty long, so I’m almost not sure where to start when talking about it. I guess I’ll start with some of my goals (one of them ended up being so long that im putting it in a different post) 1) (Too long see - it will be in the next post)

2) I wanted to re-explain Ch. 9 I feel like ch.9 wasn’t my best work? Lol. Like although people could see the argument coming, there wasn’t a lead up in the chapter itself. And a lot of things Noah said were like. New. And also rlly harsh at the end? Haha.  At the end of ch.5 people were like “oh i see both sides” but at ch.9 people were like, taking sides. Either Cody was oblivious or they couldn’t see where exactly Noah was coming from. So I decided to explain it better, via those flashblack lines, and the conversation with Trent, where Cody could finally really process what had gone down. It also gave me a chance to insert some like second-hand noco fluff, just because it had been so long and also to remind us what was at stake here. Lol. We also see Cody start to like, internalize what Noah was saying. Usually when they’re arguing Cody’s just ... *reacting*. He’s denying, or apologizing, or just figuring out smth to say Back. And not really being like... wait maybe he has a point. Wait. And once he starts thinking about it, that’s when it comes crashing down for him. Oh maybe I am a bit of a problem person. Yikes. 3) I wanted this chapter to rlly be about sides. “nothing is black and white” Courtney is on one side and refuses to see the other. Heather is helping Cody but she’s also helping herself.  Mrs. Morrison sees Cody as a son but Courtney sees him as a project. Noah was right but Noah was also wrong. Cody is innocent but also not. The housekeeper did something bad for the right reasons. There’s Sierra’s side and there’s Codys but both of them are suffering. Sierra doesn’t get a perfect sentence and somehow both Noah and Cody lost the same argument.  4) I wanted to humanize Sierra. Or at least make you feel bad for her In the show she’s always meant to be like “wow she’s WEIRD” and i guess she is. Some people say she’s autistic. My fic gave her the diagnosis of “erotomania” which honestly.. I don’t stand by? Like I have no idea. And I purposefully the psychologist kind of a sucky dude. Like he’s disrespectful, he’s probably just tacking on a label that seems to fit and that the public can ooh and ahh over. And I feel bad for her. There was always something tragic about her to me, that she put all this effort and focus into a guy who’d never love her. And her belief that he did love her... it’s hard not to wonder if it’s just denial. Or Sunken-Cost fallacy. Like she’s done this much for him, she can’t back out now. Honestly, she reminds me of kpop stans. I say this as a person who listens to kpop music and used to be heavily involved in kpop fandoms.. There are so many people wasting hours of their life to stream and buy and provide for their fave celebrities. I have spent over like.. probably $300-500 dollars on that boy group and I’ll never get it back lmaoo. I could write whole essay about fandom culture and how fanwars are ultimately to the gain of the companies, everything goes back to them, but uhh. Not going to. But anyway, Sierra is a person who bought into it, went too far, and now refuses to get back out. And I feel bad for her. Honestly, I think that like Cody, she just has no one else. Like she’s latched onto him as her saviour and she has nothing to fall back on otherwise.  I mean she’s still a huuuge creep but uhh. Still. There is a line from World Tour I can’t get over, in the semi-final episode where she tells Cody that he has to work to deserve fans like her. And that just shows off the entitlement, the fan-culture. And I find that really fascinating, overall. I kinda like her. And not in a “I want to tone her down,” or “I wish she used her knowledge of total drama more and was a smarter contestant.” No. I like her just as a stalker fan. That’s compelling enough. Total Drama didn’t do much with it but repeat the same jokes over and over, but there’s a well of depth behind it if you reach.  I don’t think I really showed that off in this chapter though, just the denial bits. If I make another fanfic that involves Sierra, I definitely will. 5) There’s also stuff I could say here about like. The media coverage, but I think it’s abundantly obvious I am not a celebrity and have never dealt with it so like. It definitely falls short. But smth smth, having no control over your public image is frightening. Cody did control it for a week and that was a great high, but in the end it got away from him. Good attention and bad attention. Cody can never catch a break. I’ll go into it more kinda.. the good vs bad attention in some other chapters. I’m sleepy. I’ll also go more into the need for “control,” that Cody kinda has in this fic. It’s not that he’s bad at being passive or doesn’t enjoy it, but “control” gives him that cool guy masculine rush. So. yeah.  anyway thanks for reading this long post. 

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a shoulder to cry on—ladynoir

Summary: When Ladybug finds Chat Noir on the roof alone and crying to himself, she decides that perhaps some people are more important than keeping their identities secret. 

Notes: Requested by @moonlit-midnights for day 1, the wall between us—pre-reveal, pre-relationship! @ladynoirjuly2020

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Ladybug likes to think she knows her chaton like the back of her hand.

After all, how can she not? He’s her partner. He’s her other half. He’s her best friend. He’s saved her life; she’s saved his. Their mere existence is entwined in ways nobody else’s are.

Yet here he is, crying alone into his arms in the most secluded corners of the rooftops, nearly hidden away in shadow. If Ladybug hadn’t been able to track him down with the GPS on her yo-yo, she never would’ve found him. Even with his exact location, it had been a minute or two before she’d spotted him in the little corner he was curled up in.

“Chat Noir?” she calls tentatively.

He lifts his head. In the dark, the only part of him that is fully visible is his eyes: they glow a bright green in the dark, a sheen of tears visible over them.

Those eyes widen when he sees her, and then, abruptly, he buries his face back into his arms.

“Don’t look at me,” Chat croaks hoarsely. No puns. No flirting. Not even a greeting.

Ladybug knows him well enough to sense that something is very, very wrong.

“Chaton,” she calls again, unsure of what else to do. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“It’s just—” His voice breaks slightly. “I don’t want you to see me like this.”

It’s always been the other way around: Chat Noir, pulling goofy faces to cheer her up after particularly bad days. He doesn’t ask what happened; one look at her face and he knows, just like he knows the right things to say and the right time to say it. He knows how to coax laughter out of the grimmest situations, knows how to brighten up the grayest days—yet that’s all him.

And now, with the situation reversed, Ladybug has no clue where to even start.

“You can tell me, you know,” she tries. “What’s bothering you, that is. I’m… I’m a good listener.”

Chat raises his head once more, long enough for her to see desperation and frustration and sadness and anger. “Tell you what, m’lady? Th-this is personal. I can’t tell you anything.”

Oh. His head ducks back to the original position, and Ladybug struggles to think of the words to say. Before she can say them, Chat’s hoarse voice pleads, “Don’t look at me, please. I don’t want you to see me like this.”

There’s nothing she can do for him apart from oblige to that one request. So Ladybug makes her way around so that she’s sitting on the other side of the wall—enough that she’s still within earshot, but with distance to grant him his wish.

The only sign that Chat Noir is still there are the occasional quiet sniffles.

They sit in silence for a couple of unbearable minutes. Chat had obviously come up here to be alone, but for what reason, she doesn’t know—can’t know, apparently. She knows he has his off days, but those are usually covered up with even more over-the-top flirting and ridiculous displays of self-confidence.

Is it a healthy coping mechanism? Probably not, now that she thinks of it, but it had been manageable—she could roll her eyes, push his nose away and he’d laugh and that would be it. Now, everything she does feels wrong. This feels wrong.

Between the duty to the Miraculous and her duty to him not as her superhero partner but best friend, it’s a hard scale to weigh.

Ladybug takes a deep breath. “Chat,” she calls.

His voice is still rough from crying when he answers. “Yeah.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“I can’t, Ladybug, you know that.” Desperation is wound tightly inside his voice.

She leans back against the wall, staring out at the cityscape. It’s a familiar sight, one that she swings across with the boy who sits just behind the wall between them. The stone is cool against Ladybug’s back, just like the night air. They’re so awfully close to each other, but it feels far because he’s not next to her. Instead, he’s separated by that cold barrier of their identities, of their responsibilities, their duty as heroes. For the sake of Paris, for this fight against Hawkmoth—that wall must remain there.

But it’s unfair, is it not? To sacrifice every bit of themselves and not receive anything in return? It doesn’t need to be much, but right now, Ladybug hates the rules they’ve had to live by.

The decision is a surprisingly easy one to make. “You can tell me, you know,” she says quietly. “What happened, that is.”

Chat’s voice turns incredulous. “It’s personal. It would reveal too much—”

“It’s okay.” Ladybug’s own voice shakes. She knows what she’s risking. But for once, something else—someone else—takes precedence. “Chaton, you’re… you’re more important to me than our stupid identities, okay? If it gives you away, then screw it. I don’t care anymore.”

Silence, once more. Ladybug wonders if she’s said the wrong thing. After so long of insisting for them to keep their identities secret, it’s not surprising he doesn’t want to talk about it.

Then his voice breaks through the crisp night air, cutting through like a knife. “I had an argument with my father,” Chat Noir admits. “You see, my mom disappeared a while ago, and he was never the same since it happened. I learned to live with it, but…” The words tremble. “I guess it’s my fault for expecting more of him. And it’s stupid, because it’s not the first time he’s done this either. He’s busy running his company and going on trips and I would do well staying out of his way, but… I guess I’m just—” Another sniffle. “—disappointed, that’s all.”

There’s not much Ladybug knows about Chat’s father apart from the fact that he’s awfully busy. Through the roughly patched up explanation, Ladybug still doesn’t know much—but she can piece together weeks and months and years of hurt in his voice. And his mother—she’d disappeared? A phantom pain unwinds in her chest as well, gripping tight and not letting go.

So she gets up and moves around the wall. Chat Noir is still curled up in the same position: knees to his chest, his arms wrapped around his legs and forehead pressed against his arms. He raises his head at the sound of her footsteps.

“Ladybug,” he whispers, “please. I—I look like a mess right now, a-and I don’t want—”

She sits down beside him. “What you need is a shoulder to cry on,” she tells him. “I know I’ve been… well, I’ve been pretty strict about this stuff in the past and I’d like to think I have a reason to, but what’s the worst that could happen? I find out your identity? Maybe Master Fu was wrong, because we’ll find a way to work around that anyway.”

Green eyes meet hers. “Do you mean that?”

“Well,” Ladybug muses, adjusting her position so they’re side by side, her arms pressing against his. “I’m not saying we should be blurting our identities out just yet, but if you had a sucky day, it would be stupid of me to deny you a talk about it, right?”

He looks at her, then what sounds like a sob and a laugh mixed together. “Alright.”

Ladybug opens her arms, and Chat accepts the hug immediately. His arms wind tight around her waist, face buried against her shoulder, and he cries.

So Ladybug lets him.

She should’ve, a long time ago. But it’s not too late to start now.

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[beann-e]

long drabble of me dreaming my favorite haikyu characters are power hungry Hollywood stars that the industries made into assholes

also to thank everyone for 600 followers !! 😯

Tw! kuroo slander, akaashi slander, pushover y/n, emotional manipulation at its finest

I promise there was a point in time when we were I know we were I- I know I was

Yet , why are we sitting in front of a small old lady who's telling me we're both liars

That we were never that— we were never

" happy? " your voice came out short a small scoff of a laugh leaving your wide opened mouth

" y-you — he's happy — we're — I — I am happy " your eyes darted around the room looking for a shining piece to focus on for your jumpy eyes to land on

" he-he's happy I-i'm happy " your breathing quickened

" w-we — what is happy exactly anyways" you screamed

" w-what is it " you screamed at the top of your lungs rattling everything in the room ,everything , everyone ,and every nerve

" you can't feel it —you'll never feel it don’t--dont harp on it " a deep voice came out

" it's ok — really " your body tensed as you still felt everything inside you going haywire your eyes moved over to the person you once knew

the person who sat on the opposite end of the shared couch trying to move as far away from you as possible or that's what he wanted to do

" I-I - am I — why "

his voice came out stoic and short " you don't have the ability to"

his hand moved down his face " we're not happy because you can't be "

your body shook you felt the room going cold arms locking around yourself you need to be held you needed to be told you were right that everyone else was wrong this had gone on for too long

" come on get over here " he smiled softly

" come on pretty girl " he moved his head to show a smile on his face as you quietly moved shifting your body a bit over to him

" almost there come on I won't hurt you " your body stopped

" who said anything about hurting me "

he paused a small thought in the back of his mind coming to light

' damn i've screwed up '

" y/n hey — " you moved back to your end of the couch faster then he could reach out to grab hold of you " shit y— "

" do you two tend to always go back and forth like this "

the old lady sat watching " you , y/n , convincing yourself of something thats nothing shy from wrong and you , akaashi convincing her that everything's ok" akaashi's hands dropped and so did his smile

' asshole I knew he was faking '

" are you blaming me? " his voice came out tough and questioning almost as if daring her to answer correctly knowing that would ruin his image of himself and cause him to overthink your entire relationship

" i've done nothing but be there for my wife , for my love"

he turned to look at you panic spread in his eyes as the gears in his brain started to turn his thoughts already leading his mind down the path of overthinking" y/n we don't need this — let's go i'll call kuroo an—"

" no " you screamed " h-he can't help kuroos — he's just as bad please g-go away "

you pulled your knees to your chest as his eyebrow raised his eyes slowly moving down to your feet that sat on the edge of the couch a low cough coming out of his throat as he moved his gaze between the heels of your feet that were placed on the couch and the lady that sat in front of you

you dropped your feet quickly and moved back to a nice position your arms thrown over your crossed legs and back straightened your shades moved down on your nose— earrings hanging loosely to your ears and hair styled to perfection rivaling your inside appearance

Your hand came up to smooth out the dress that you wore for presentation hands playing with the fabric of the item

" you look fine y/n " akaashi’s voice came out soft. The lady in front of you smiled at the male to your left knowing a compliment could go a long way right now with the dark energy that had been placed in the room

you could feel his code for ‘ your being extra now y/n “

" really I mean it " he pressed " did you hear me "

‘ stop right now or your gonna give us away ‘

you quickly jumped " y-yes so sorry for not answering the first time I — "

" it's ok y/n we don't mind " the old lady’s voice rang out in understanding

" she's right we came here for you so — "

" no you two originally came here for you —that is what i was told by miss y/n "

he looked away and to his side staring at the window trying to calm himself down he was never one to show his anger he’d always played it off so well behind his calming persona but, his mind —his mind was anything but calm.

" y/n did you want to keep going " the old lady questioned eyes glowing and darting over you pristine appearance you really did look like the definition of money to her

your head moved in a small motion to look at akaashi out of the corner of your eye seeing his gaze on you as everything in the room slowed to a stop when his gaze moved to the door behind the older lady your eyes darted to the door seeing kuroo walking in a small smirk on his face

" actually miss y/n can't — we have an interview in 10" the old ladies face moved into a happy and excited smile you praying to the gods she wasn’t one of those people

" oh — kuroo " she screamed out In shock

the tiny bit of hope for help you’d finally thought you had a hold on left your body immediately with the knowing thought of ‘she’s a—

" I-i'm a — i'm a fan — I— "

he smiled down on the older lady pulling her into a hug as his eyes stayed locked on yours a wink coming out of the motion as akaashi turned his head back to the woman at hand ignoring his ‘friends ‘ advance on his wife " I love to meet my fans— especially when their as pretty as you "

" you are even sweeter than they show you on tv —you charmer you "

" i'm no charmer — i'm just being honest " he laughed " your pretty well set up here "

he looked to you " I see why she decided to come here —actually it's a bit nicer than I expected —inside seeing as though it's in the middle of no where and kinda I guess trashy on the outside "

he was picking on you with his words explaining codes that only you could get ‘ you picked the furthest place away from me and I still found you are you stupid ‘

the old lady smiled " yeah it's for people - like y/n here who don't want to be found out you know "

he smiled " yeah I get it — your a saint for doing things like this — y/n's never had anyone who can take care of her let alone listen like I can —I mean her husband yeah but he’s kind of unavailable but me im there always anytime any-day—she wants a lot from me she’s a beggar by nature y’know “ he sighed as you winced at his next words

“ everyone always seems to be out for her money or really just using her talents for their own benefits —making her seem stupid really. They exploit all of her—well she really only has them but her weakness—“ he looked at you from the corner of his eyes before he laughed “ like gullibility “

" I feel bad —really I'm always here if she wanted to come back "

he looked to you as she asked " do we want to come back y/n? "

‘this choice is not yours ‘

she smiled as kuroo moved a bit more to the middle of the room where the couch and chairs were placed his eyes sharply pointed at you " your always open to come back y/n "

‘ come back to another therapist and ruin your image like this again I dare you ‘

you smiled small at kuroos offer " no actually i'm fine I — I got to say what I wanted "

" that's good — that's nice — if you wanted to say more or talk when you have time y/n just call kenma he'll set up a professional ride for you "

he moved to talk with the older lady " and you — is there anything you need —- payment maybe for the time she did take up "

" oh uh no no for free on the house "

" what no —no i'll leave something for you " kuroo moved to grab his wallet as he sat a hundred yen coin on the table on top of a book that caused him to look twice with a squint his hand moving to rub over it anger obvious to anyone who knew the real him behind his outside appearance.

You shrinking when he rolled his shoulders back to you it looked like he was releasing anger to not snap at you and calm himself down but to everyone else it seemed like he was just stretching

" woah — this is actually a really cool notebook “ his voice went low “ y/n did you see this notebook”

‘ did she write anything about you in here —anything at all ‘

you shook your head slightly causing him to skyrocket and land to that space in his head that always pissed him off.

" yeah I use it for all my daily messages—everything my clients say too— it's one of a kind "

" oh really " he laughed at her words laying charm on discreetly knowing it wouldn’t take much " so I wouldn't be able to find it even if I wanted to — that's kinda cool but kinda sucky at the same time "

he smiled as she moved to pick up the book and hold it out to him " n-no you can find it look it's right here in your hands take it please free of charge "

he shook his head " I could never — you said you had stuff in there—your clients private information in —in this book of yours "

" nothing too important—they wouldn’t mind and it also has everything I wrote for y/n in there it’s up to her anyways if you read it so just take it "

he reached out and grabbed the book " see now I have to leave you with something please is there anything you want I mean— "

he looked her dead in the eyes but you could feel every word he said being directed to you " I hate to leave people unsatisfied "

she shook her head before speaking cutely she was completely out of her mind, she’d not only granted kuroo the access to your private health screening but now accepting his money and offer

‘ can fame really allow anyone to break rules ? do people love their stars this much ? ‘

" just — just an autograph would do great " he smiled moving faster than light as he held the notebook moving over to the woman's poster on the wall

" oh I see i'm already up here " he laughed as he grabbed a sharpie off her desk and scribbled his autograph all over his face on the poster " and ta-dah"

she smiled and mumbled out a thank you as he moved to hug her akaashi getting up and walking towards the door this wasn’t how this was suppose to go this was supposed to be the day you got out of their hands out of the industries hands

" thank you so much for what you did today " he said as akaashi moved to speak

" thank you ma'am for your time " the two males moved to the doorway as the lady followed them closely behind to the door to close it when they left

" no problem I have another person coming in soon so I hate to cut this short " she said as her voice came out with meaning

' oh she's talking to me ' you were still sitting there on the couch face to the floor as you hesitated to bring it up to face the two males in front of you

Your hands shaking as your finger played with your clothes again the hem of your dress in between your pointer and thumb

" love , let's go " Akaashi spoke a smile showing through his words your legs locked as you didn't move your lips trembling eyes glazed over but your shades doing you justice and covering them from everyone in the room

Or at least those who didn't know already — those who hadn't been through this already which was only one person here and she wasn't either of the 6"0 tall males that stood across from you

You body jumped as your heard a loud snap travel through the room

' those are his fingers he just snapped at me —like an animal '

you looked up to see kuroo smiling his finger made up in a snap showing he'd done just what you thought he did his hand moving to only one finger pointing to the space next to him his hand low to not pull the ladies attention to his motions

" y/n come over here " his voice was still light but held everything that you knew he meant behind it " we have an interview in 5 minutes "

your legs shook wobbly before standing

your body moving over to the males before walking out the lady smiling before closing the door kuroos grip on your upper arm strong as you three made your way to the black car parked out front as he yanked you in the backseat after him , gnashing his teeth before fixing his suit and tie body scooting over to allow more space. Akaashi scooting in to trap you in the middle kuroo hitting the drivers shoulder two times signaling them to drive

The car was quiet akaashi looking out the window his pointer finger drumming on his pants leg kuroo staring straight ahead at the back of the drivers seat

Your eyes let the tears drop that you held back in the room as kuroos hand swiped at the shades you wore flinging them across the car and straight in between akaashi's feet as he moved to pick them up and grip them tightly in his own hands going back to calmly looking out the window ignoring the scene that was about to take place next to him

" take these fucking glasses off—your not fucking fooling anyone "

your body shook at the action " are you mad—mad at me " you said softly your voice barely a whisper kuroo didn't even have it in him to scoff " I sense i've made a mistake " you kept going

" oh you sense huh " akaashi's voice came out in a short laugh before his mouth closed speaking quietly to himself“ god how can someone be so — so dense and just lack so much —” he sighed “ intelligence “

"your so fucking " kuroos voice came out loud as he gripped his pants in a strong hold

" so so so fucking stupid " he said anger present in his voice trying to put emphasis on his words that were attacking you and shaking you only making it harder to look at either men in the car

" you — I swear on my fucking life — y/n — if you go in here and fuck up — "

he put up one finger " one — one fucking time "

he wanted to make sure you understood

" ill fuck you up y/n I swear — one time that's it that's all do you understand me "

your mouth moved tears moving into it as akaashi spoke for you voice dry he was just so tired of this so tired of the constant yelling and mistreatment you were put through all because you weren’t smart enough as a child to choose a different dream job "trust she gets it — she heard it the first time "

he moved to speak under his breath " she's heard it many times "

the car stopped as kuroo turned to face you his hand cupping your cheeks his pointer on your cheek and thumb on your chin holding you in a death grip making you look at him

" i'm repeating myself because you've shown me your nothing more than a stupid chick who can read a script— so lemme say it one more time " his eyes were hard on yours his face showing no remorse for the painful emotion shown on your face

" if you go in this interview and fuck up once — even so much as take a restroom break to go sniff whatever the fuck mattsukawa had you do last time — i'll fuck you up so bad they'll think your next role is a horror movie and your the fucking monster "

[chaotictommy]

talk more about tommy!!! what makes you like him so much? i love to see someone give him so much appreciation :) it's rare to see someone specifically favor tommy. it's very wholesome <3

Oh my gosh 😳🤭☺️ okay lol 😂 this is why Tommy’s my favorite character... I guess it really all started with the very first time I saw The Karate Kid... it must’ve been 2007 or something and first grade was rough... I can remember that day really vividly since it was the day I realized that my teacher wasn’t going to intervene even though she knew I was being bullied (And i was really getting bullied) to make a long story short, it was at recess and the two bullies had cornered me at the top of the jungle gym bars and had pushed (physically pushed me) off the top, making me fall and hit hard ground, it was the only time I really ever visited the nurse’s office and I got violently sick from the jolt of adrenaline and my left knee was pretty cut up, and I had split my lip, so it hadn’t been a good day... My dad was hardly around since he worked as a navy seal and was mostly gone on deployment, but that day, he was back and he ended up taking care of me when I got home from school.

My dad ended up making lunch/dinner for us and sat me on his lap and when he turned on the tv, The Karate Kid was playing, I had never seen it, but I was interested in martial arts, so my dad and I sat and watched it.

Rob Garrison’s Tommy, caught my eye immediately because he was laughing and his laugh was infectious and instantly made me want to laugh too, it sounded carefree and like nothing in the world could bother him... he basically made me feel better about this sucky day I’d had, because he made me smile and laugh, and more importantly, feel safe. It took me half the movie to realize he was one of the bullies... so every time I have a bad day, I watch TKK and it stops me from feeling so bad... so yeah, that’s why he’s my favorite, he’s this really great comfort character actually... he’s also loyal to his friends and protective... I just felt like he’s this good guy who’s caught up in a situation none of them can control...

I’ll write more Headcanons later