#sorry had to rush bc fiance came home

[rasoyas]

berry @moonwoodhollow asked to see progress of the dreamers' house!! 🫶🥹 the current goal is to get that hill to blend in even a little 💀 maxis why didn't you make your grass rotate... why...

i ended up keeping the chimney mwehehe

[mviswidow]

in room 113

Jane Banner x Reader

Word Count: 750

Warnings: uh jane almost has a panic attack, she was shot, idk what else

Prompt: Heya, I'm seeing that you are writing for different Elizabeth Olsen roles, so I was wondering if I could request for a Jane Banner one where its when she’s at the hospital at the end and it turns out someone contacted her gf/fiance/wife about what happened and she hears a commotion and its yn storming in looking for her before seeing her and getting emotional and Jane having to comfort her - @xxxtwilightaxelxxx

A/N: r in this fic is THE worried wifey™ bc yeah <3 we can't have jane dying on us

Your pulse drummed loudly over your ears as you walked as quickly as your feet could carry you towards the room number you fought with the nurse to get. The clicking of your heels were echoing in the hallway and your heart was racing as you spotted ‘113’ in bold on a door.

You pushed the door open without a second thought and the tears that had been threatening to spill for the past half hour finally did, now that you saw Jane propped against two pillows looking at you with those gorgeous eyes you’d missed seeing every morning.

You rushed to her side, taking her hand in yours and squeezing tightly. “I’m so sorry I took so long to get here, honey. I came as quickly as I could but it was hard to catch a flight and then I had to drive. God, look at you,” you frowned as your eyes flitted over her face. “What the hell did they do to you? You’ve got bruises all over yo-”

She squeezed your hand back twice and offered a little smile, gazing up at you with her doe eyes, “Baby, I’m okay.”

You shook your head and took a shuddering breath, dropping your head down a little to stare at your intertwined fingers. “Janie, I can’t lose you,” your voice cracked when your eye caught the delicate silver wedding ring that adorned her thin ring finger, “Like, ever- you can’t leave me this way.”

“I won’t leave you in any way,” your linked hands moved up as she nudged your head up so you’d look at her. “You’re stuck with me forever, sweetheart.”

You sniffled and wiped your face with your free hand now that you’d calmed a little, “You’re so brave. God, I love you so much.”

Her eyebrows pinched for a split second before she gave a humble smile, “I was just doing my job, you know that.”

“Well if it was up to me you’d have a different job because I prefer my wife to be without extra holes in her body,” you said sarcastically, which made Jane chuckle before she winced, drawing in a sharp breath as she brought the hand you weren’t holding to hover over her chest.

You kissed her hand and rubbed her knuckles, “I’m sorry.”

She grunted uncomfortably and shook her head, “You have nothing to apologize for, you’re just trying to make me feel better and I love you for it.”

You let your eyes trail down to her collar, where you could make out the ends of a bandage. “Does it hurt badly?”

Jane nodded and played with one of the rings you had on your fingers, “Yeah, but they gave me pills. I mean, I still got shot though, so it doesn’t feel too great.”

A painful feeling started to bubble up inside you and you pinched the bridge of your nose to stop yourself from crying again, but it did very little, “I don’t know what I would do if something worse happened to you. Baby, you’re my entire world. Without you I- I don’t have a reason to get up in the morning.”

The tears that Jane had been holding in since you arrived began to spill and she looked up to blink them away before her face contorted and she let out a quiet sob, making your chest tighten, “Y/n/n, I was so.. it was terrifying. All I could think about was you, I just wanted to be at home with you in your arms and I thought I was going to die before I even got here. I didn’t think I would ever see you again,” she let out a pained cry and started to hyperventilate a little, which got you out of your chair and on the edge of the bed.

You reached out and smoothed her hair back, bringing your hands down a bit to cradle her face as gently as possible, “Jane- Jane, I’m right here, my love. You’re okay, no one is going anywhere, alright? Breathe a little, breathe with me.”

She nodded quickly, trying to catch her breath and match her breathing with yours (that you were struggling to control yourself).

You carefully brushed away her tears with the pads of your thumbs and swallowed when your wife let out a whimper and another tear fell. You leaned forward to press a kiss to her forehead, “We’re going to be just fine, Janie, I promise.”

[skittles1229]

Old Expectations Die Hard (Dashie x Reader Fanfic)

Chapter One: Weird Circumstances

You know your life is complicated when the friend you always complain to says "you never have a dull moment do you?" I sigh as the weight of the world seems to make it impossible to breath. You see recently things have been rough. I lost my job and my fiance all in the same day, that itself was an unbelievable story. I was so upset and strung out on thoughts of what to do that once i got home early from work i didn't notice the extra car in the driveway. i stepped into my home and my own floors felt as if they'd given way when i saw the guy i thought i'd be spending my life with in bed, with my sister... my sister and i hadn't been on good terms for a while and for a good reason! The drugs she took either made her unreliable and selfish or crazy and murderous. He, of course, pulled the its not what you think, id never hurt you, it was a mistake, and honestly i could write a book out of the excuses i heard in the time of two minutes but maybe another time. Needless to say i left. I never thought about going back and to be honest my sister looked more hurt then i was. I took a job in California a few weeks ago and moved in with my friend (BFF Name). They always seemed to know what to say and honestly i truly believe They  knew me better then i know myself. 

California gave me the biggest culture shock I've ever had. I came from Mississippi, the bible belt and the most rural part of the world. California was sooooo different then what i was use to. The weather is awesome. There's lots of jobs for technical people, at least until you're 45 and then you're considered ancient and you can't possibly know anything when some 23-year old out of Stanford tells you that they know it all. (a little bit of sarcasm there) It's a great place to start a new company, money is available as is talent. The risk of starting a company is lower since you can always find a new job The politics are insane, if you aren't towing the progressive party line you should just STFU. If you even once say that Trump has done something positive, or that Obama did something negative prepare for the wrath. Read the stuff behind the recently filed lawsuit against google for a taste of what it's like. Seriously, don't say a word. The state if structurally bankrupt, although the finances look good because so much stuff is off of the balance sheet. The public pension liability dwarfs the "good" part of the budget, and some day it is coming home to roost. Watch out when it does. The cost of living is absurd, really absurd. I'm not talking just a place to live but gas, electricity, haircuts, milk, pizza, you name it. The traffic is absurd too. (can you tell i like the word absurd) The public transit, although usually on time, is a mess. People are pigs, they throw trash everywhere, the cars are overcrowded almost all the time. 

I've got to say, from how much it sounds like i hate California, i actually don't.  Mainly because its so far away from my original family, leaving really helped me start to grow up and feel like maybe i was getting a hold of my life again. Only problem has been getting to my new job on time. I work as a barista and a waitress at a brunch place a good minute away from the apartment. The money is good, otherwise i wouldn't waste my time with the commute everyday. i keep being late to work because i still haven't adjusted to how terrible traffic is and so my boss was "nice" enough to switch me to the later shifts. The hours are long and boring because my shift starts in the middle of rush hour to the slowest hours at the end of the day meaning you have to find things to keep yourself busy with. the only good thing is, we can wear pretty much anything we want as long as its black. all i wear is dark colors so i didn't have to spend any extra money on a uniform and i didn't have to wear the same thing everyday. Today i decided i wear a v-neck shirt that with an emperor waist (body forming) with black skinny jeans and my regular converse. i decided against driving to work and decided it would be far smarter to catch a bus to the nearest destination. My (hair color) hair was done is a fishtail messy braid, i always liked this style because it made me look like i had a head full of hair when in reality i thought i was going bald. 

My personality was a little odd, you see some days i felt like the beautiful nerd who has no confidence and wants to hide away in a hole. other days i feel like a model from Victoria secrets, of course those are the days i get the most tips. today was honestly a mutual day, where id rather be at home in my bed asleep, or listening to music. The bus finally stopped a block away from my job and i sighed obviously not wanting to go into work. surprisingly there wasn't nearly  as many cars as there usually is around this time but i wasn't complaining. i walk in to see that most of the downstairs was empty but whoever was upstairs definitely had a loud mouth. i walk to the back in order to clock in and i bump into melany ( the girl im shifting with). "wow you actually got here on time! Maybe the boss's mood will cheer up." i huffed a little. "yea, i dont know why i thought id need a car in California, say whats with the low level of customers? its NEVER this slow." she looked at me in disdain, "some guys reserved the entire upstairs and we had to make this huge table out of all our tables up there, glad im not gonna be the one fixing it later." i rolled my eyes, i hated when a huge family came in and they just had to move everything around because little johnny wants the sit next to suzzie and suzzie HAS to sit by her parents bc she likes to throw her food on the floor, all fake names but a real situation ive been in before. "well have they at least been fed so that i only have to clean up after them?" she shook her head while hanging up her apron. "nope, they've only ordered their drinks and they are getting those onto trays now." so today was gonna be like every other day. "guess i better go help them take those upstairs then, have a good rest of your day." i walk away and slip on my apron, grabbed one of the trays of drinks while another waiter grabbed the rest of the drinks. Once i got upstairs, that's when i met him...

Chapter Two: Last Will and Testament

          He was sitting on the far end of the long table of people laughing and joking. everyone seemed to be loud and all had their own inside jokes. This guy, he stuck out. i changed my attention to the task at hand, finishing this shift. i hated when people moved all the tables and seating around. all the waiters and waitresses have to go back behind them and look at the layout of the floor to put them all back exactly as they were before. it was a struggle and because of this nobody actually wanted that job so usually the manager gives it to her least favorite workers and i happened to be one. "who all had coke?" nobody answered me so one of the men bellowed out the same line and somehow was able to get a show of hands. i walked around handing  out drinks, catching the lingering smell of strong liquor. i could tell by the end of tonight they would all be wasted and loud. please, just don't make more of a mess then you have to, i thought to myself. i had one drink left on my tray, "sweet tea?" the guy i saw before at the end of the table waved his hand and i dreaded going over there, i always seem to make a fool of myself when it matters. 

     i make my way slowly down the table with the tray under my arm and the tea in my hand. i lean over to sit his drink on the table.."here's your t-" *CRASH* while joking with one of his friends his elbow crashes into my hand sending the tea flying all over me and the cup crashing to the floor, thank god i wore black. he turned around and looked more horrified then i did. "i'm sorry! i'm so sorry!" his voice was deeper then i imagined it'd be. "no, it my fault i'm sorry ill get you a new one." i turned away to hide my embarrassment and walked away really just trying to get away from the situation. i could tell from the silence behind me that all eyes were on me. i ran to the back where the lockers were for the service. i went to the bathroom and stripped the sticky clothes off throwing them aside. i sat on the toilet  trying to catch my breath, my social anxiety had struck me  hard. a feeling of worthlessness and dread fell over me like a blanket. after the past few months i've had just one day without something terrible happening would mean the world to me. i heard a knock on the door, it was melany, she walked in with a towel from the kitchen. "hey, i heard what happen upstairs are you ok?" i covered my breast trying keep myself as unexposed as possible. "oh yea im fine, im just cold, and sticky, and... covered in tea." melany and i made eye contact and both laughed just to lift the dread in the air. "let me guess, all the guys are getting a kick out of watching me fumble again huh?" i said a little less concerned and more annoyed. she rolled her eyes "they are boys, they get a kick out of picking their own nose. we both slid to the floor beside each other, she hands me the damp towel. i get most of the sticky off as possible, throwing my hair up to make it look less clumped together by the sugar. "i have an extra black t shirt in my locker but i don't know how it will fit you. your breast are at least a size larger then mine." i shrugged my shoulders, "who cares ill make do. thanks for your help melany." she smiled her weird anime girl smile and ran to get the shirt from her locker.

     ill have to admit, she was right about the size thing. it was far to small around the chest area but the rest fit fine. after the incident my boss stuck me down stairs wiping tables and sweeping the floor, i dont mind though because i get to experience the day coming to an end with a beautiful sunset over California. i secretly kept the the window to watch as the sun fell from the sky. the sky seemed to burn and darken while the clouds began to glow with the last bit of sunlight left. the sky filled up with burning Burgundy and faded orange and yellows, the tallest buildings seemed to reach for the skyline as if it were a sunflower moving to the last drip of sunlight. moving here had been hard, and this had become one of the things i looked forwards to. living in the apartment with my friend was nice, buts its not the same as coming home to someone you use to lay with every night. sleeping alone seemed so much colder and emptier then i remembered from childhood. my mother would be so disappointed in the way i turned out, in the places id gone and the decision to spend my life with someone who was most obviously the wrong one. she would have told me to slow down and to take my time, that growing up wasn't everything. she would have said love isn't something you just wake up and have, its something you make. i wasn't anywhere close to where i thought id be by now, and i could see that. it tears at my heart everyday, not being able to see her or any of my family. sometimes it felt as if they'd all died in the fire that night. 

     i suddenly heard a boom of voices making their way down the stairs, i hadn't realized how close to closing time it had become. all of them walk out stumbling and laughing at their own jokes, seems they all got a good bit of drinking in, all except one. The guy i ran into on accident seemed as sober as ever, designated driver i think, he was much taller now. he seemed muscular but in such a fitting way for his body. his teeth sparkle because their so white, his smile complimented him best. his high cheekbones made his chocolate brown eyes his best feature. His skin was glowing with a sweet honey hue and before i could notice that i was staring he turned his head. his eyes met mind before i could think twice and that's when i felt the heat rise to my cheeks. weather it be from embarrassment or silly school girl shyness i didn't know . i turned my face away but it was too late, i turned my face a little just to catch a glimpse of him before he made his way out of the door and that's when i noticed his cheeks had gone from a burnt caramel to a rosy color. i felt my body shiver at the thought that maybe, just maybe he found me as attractive as i found him. i shook the thought from head realizing they had began locking the place down. as i helped close up shop and wash dishes i couldn't help but to let my mine wander to all different kinds of thoughts, funny thing was they always fell back to him and his rosy  cheeks. i couldn't help but smile as i felt my heart race at the thought of him, even though id made a fool of myself today i was glad i hadn't ruined my chances. Even if he'd never get with me or i wouldn't ever see him again, i'd still take it as a compliment that he even looked my way. 

     before long we were all outside laughing and talking about today. The manager locked the doors and said his goodbyes. i turn to walk towards the bus station when i see a man standing aside awkwardly between the restaurant and the parking lot. suddenly my eyes adjusted and once they did, the joyousness butterflies came back and the blush suddenly reappeared on my cheeks..

There are lots more chapter after this if you are interested you can find them here

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Second Chances

Summary (request): Hello, could you write an imagine, reader and Jensen were together and were co-actors in Devour(or Dark angel, your choice) but broke up. Years later they meet on set of Supernatural and Jensen wants get back together bc he didn't want to leave reader in first place?

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 1,800ish

Warnings: language, implied smut, smitten Jensen

“This is where your trailer will be,” said the PA showing you around that morning. “If you want to change and then head over to hair and makeup I’ll get you onto set.”

“Sure thing,” you said. You headed up the steps and grabbed your costume from the closet, doing a quick change and dumping your bag. You took a deep breath as you headed out, bracing yourself for what was to come.

Somehow you’d made it through the entire day before you saw that flash of hair and broad shoulders, a bit broader and more muscular than you remembered.

“Y/N?” said Jensen, stopped dead in his tracks from where he was walking onto set.

“Hey,” you said, giving him a smile. He stared, shaking his head after a moment, searching for words. “Want to rehearse before we have to film?”

“Sure,” he said. Practicing was easy. Working with Jensen had always been easy and now that he was the lead of the show, you saw how much he cared about the guest stars and ensuring they were comfortable working there. Your mini-rehearsal slipped easily into filming, everyone calling it an early night when you finished. You were only slated to be back the next day, your character in limbo after that but you wouldn’t be opposed to a more secure job or a call back.

Even if it was with your ex-boyfriend.

After excusing yourself from set, you headed back to your trailer and changed, nearly down your front steps when Jensen came around a corner.

“Hey,” he said, almost out of breath it seemed.

“Hey. Again,” you said with a smile.

“You uh...it has been a long time, kiddo,” he said.

“Yeah, it has,” you said, stepping onto the pavement. “You did well for yourself.”

“No, I got lucky,” he said.

“You did good, Jensen. I always knew you would,” you said. He shrugged, biting his bottom lip. “Yeah?”

“How long you been back in the states?” he asked.

“Technically not back in the states,” you said. “But I was only in London for two years before I went back to LA. I bounce around to wherever work takes me.”

“Not like when we were a pair of kids fumbling our way through it all,” he teased. “I forgot how easy it always was to work with you.”

“Well I’m still around tomorrow,” you said.

“We just going to avoid that elephant in the room?” he asked.

“We dated a long time ago, Jensen,” you said. “I’m cool with it.”

“It doesn’t mean I don’t remember why we broke up in the first place. We didn’t have problems, Y/N. You were going to London for who knew how long and you didn’t want me to be stuck tied to you,” he said.

“Long distance is hard, Jens,” you said, fixing your backpack. “Even worse back then. I don’t know if we would have survived it.”

“So we killed it instead of taking the risk,” he said. You closed your eyes, rubbing your head. “I agreed. I’m not blaming you. I never blamed you. I’ve had other girlfriends since. It’s just...never been the same.”

“What’s never been the same?” you asked, dropping your hand away.

“You haven’t looked me in the eye once outside of a scene tonight,” he said.

“I’m not the eighteen year old girl that gets swept off her feet by the cute Texas boy anymore, Jens,” you said, finally looking at him.

He was so much older but somehow those eyes looked the same as those last happy days together.

“You still love me, don’t you,” you said.

“We didn’t break up because we broke or stopped loving each other, Y/N. I thought I was over it, I really was and then you walked onto set two hours ago and changed all that on me,” he said. “I’m pretty sure you’re not over it either from the look on your face.”

“We don’t know each other anymore, Jensen,” you said. “We can’t...you have a crush again is all. I haven’t seen you in over a decade.”

“You’re right,” he said, suddenly backing off. “I’m sorry. Hell you probably have a boyfriend or a fiance or-”

“I’m single,” you said.

“I’m just going to head home,” he said, mumbling to himself. “I’m sorry. It’s too late, isn’t it.”

“Hey!” you barked, Jensen pausing as he walked away. “I didn’t...you asshole. You always won every disagreement.”

“I won the disagreements I was right about. Most of the time I just liked to see you riled up. Your nose gets all cute…” he trailed off.

“Shut up. Let’s...we could get a drink and catch up? Friends?” you asked. You barely had the words out of your mouth before he was grabbing your hand.

“Fuck,” you said, laying back in bed. You turned your head, Jensen looking over at you, getting his breath back. “Who gave you permission to get better at that?”

“Don’t complain about good sex,” he said between breaths, throwing his arm over his face, moving it away, almost as if he were trying to hide.

“Are you blushing, Jensen?” you asked, a smile spreading on your lips.

“Screw you. I haven’t been nervous about sex in years,” he said, closing his eyes.

“You always cared too much about what I thought,” you said.

“Back then I thought I was too scrawny. Now I-”

“You’re perfect,” you said, tilting your head as you rolled over and tucked yourself against him. “Jensen.”

“Stay in town a little while,” he said, moving his arm over top of your head, playing with a few strands of your hair. “Hell you can crash here in the guest room if you don’t want to rush. I want to get to know you again is all.”

“You said that four hours ago and look what happened,” you said, lifting up the sheets.

“Seems like we still like each other,” he teased. You closed your eyes and burrowed your head in the crook of his neck. “Y/N.”

“Maybe I stay the weekend. I have an audition in LA on Tuesday,” you said.

“Okay. I can settle for that for now.”

“Y/N?” asked Jensen. He was dropping you off at the airport but you weren’t getting out of the car, stuck there as you stared out the window. “Y/N, you’ll miss your flight if you don’t head out.”

“Facetime me tonight?” you asked, turning your body towards him. He smiled, nodding slowly.

“Can we try this time?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said. “I think I screwed up back then.”

“Nobody’s perfect,” he said with a smirk.

“I’ll talk to you tonight, dork,” you said.

“Alright, dork. Maybe if you don’t have plans this weekend, I can come visit you,” he said.

“Jensen, you don’t have to-”

“I lost a decade already. I’m taking every second I can get,” he said. You leaned over in your seat and kissed him, Jensen smiling into it. “Fly safe.”

“I’ll talk to you soon, Jensen,” you said, opening the door when his hand caught your wrist.

“I will see you this weekend,” he said. “Right?”

“I’m not making the same mistake, twice. I’ll talk to you tonight, Jens.”

“Hi,” said Jensen, stepping into your LA apartment around midnight on Friday night. “This is cozy.”

“I loathe it with a burning passion,” you said, locking up behind him.

“I figured as much,” he said, plucking off his baseball cap and plopping it on your head, pulling the brim down. “You’re adorable.”

“Shut up,” you said with smile, fixing the hat and plopping it on your front table. “Come to bed, honey.”

“I can get used to that.”

“So,” said Jensen, slurping down some cereal the next morning. “You never told me how your audition went.”

“I heard back yesterday. I got the job. Half-season gig. I talked to a producer of a different show I did recently and there’s an opportunity for a full season next year depending on character reception,” you said.

“What kind of show?” he asked, taking another bite. “Another drama?”

“Sort of. You uh, you still want to…even if I get jobs far away...” you trailed off.

“Yeah. You’re my girl. I don’t care how far away you are. We’re in this together,” he said.

“Good. I was thinking of getting a roommate for this new show,” you said.

“Roommate?” he asked.

“Yeah. I got someone in mind,” you said.

“Do I know them?”

“Probably better than anyone,” you said.

“Well as long as they don’t mind me showing up every weekend,” he said.

“You still haven’t gotten it yet, have you?” you teased, hopping up on the counter. “I’m hoping you’d be my roommate.”

“But I’m in Vancouver,” he said. You raised an eyebrow, a smile quickly spreading on his face. “You’re so sleeping in my room.”

“I don’t think I’ll have a problem with that,” you said, scooting closer to him. “Want to take any guesses on the show?”

“I’m not that lucky,” he said.

“Not this season, no. But I’ll be around and maybe next year that other show will pan out,” you said with a smirk. “If that’s okay with you of course. I know we dove headfirst into this thing again.”

“I’m okay with that,” said Jensen. “It’s a little funny though.”

“What is?”

“I guess I don’t regret what happened as much as I thought I did. I really like this person you’ve become, even more than the old you,” he said.

“You’re still a sweet talker,” you said. He smiled, reaching up and pulling you down into his lap, your arms wrapping around his neck. “Hey, you didn’t drop me this time like the first time you did that. Good for you. That’s another improvement right there.”

“Shut up,” he teased, nuzzling your cheek. “Never going to let me live that down, are you?”

“There was also the time-���

“Sh,” he said, cutting you off with a kiss. You smiled into it, slowly peeling away when you started to slide off his lap. His hands hiked underneath you though and pulled you back, Jensen chuckling to himself. “Just where do you think you’re going? You think I’m letting you go again?”

“I hope not,” you said.

“No. Not letting you slip away this time. I promise.”

[knybits]

A Murder of One

Chapter: 

11.5

Summary: 

“Have a nice sleep~ Forget how to breathe~ So the demons will reap~ Your bellies from underneath~ It’s fun, isn’t it? They began having happy dreams. They’re sleeping deeply and can’t wake up anymore.”

Previous Chapter | Origin | Next Chapter

Tanjirou doesn’t smell blood. 

He stands before his house, cold winter air hurting his nose and mist puffing out of his mouth. 

Hanako and Shigure turn their attention from the basket of yams, and they smile. 

“Nii-chan, welcome back!” Shigeru cries out. 

Hanako smiles, “Did you sell the charcoal? Wait, more importantly, guess who came!” 

Akiko steps out of the house, her hair straight and long and the eye bags gone from her face. Her hands look soft and she’s wearing a light green western dress, all frilly and puffy. She brightens up the second she sees Tanjirou, and she wildly waves her arms to greet him like always. 

Tears gather in Tanjirou’s eyes, and he barrels towards his siblings, holding them close as he cries his eyes out. He’s wailing and he feels relieved, and Akiko tilts her head in confusion before she walks over to the three. 

“Tanjirou, love? What’s wrong?” When he looks up at her, he pulls her into the group hug too, and she laughs as she holds his face into her hands. Her hands are wet with his tears now, but she doesn’t mind. 

She kisses him, and all is well between the two. 

Later, Akiko is looking him over for any injuries. Cleaning his face with a wet cloth with an ever present smile on her face. He blushes at her touch, and Takeo teases him for it. 

“We were surprised when nii-chan suddenly started crying,” Hanako says, folding a blanket. 

Takeo laughs, eating some of the candy Akiko brought from Tokyo, “He’s weird, haha!” 

Akiko pouts, cupping his face in her hands once again to which he flushes even more. 

“You might just be tired, Tanjirou.” She says in concern, and Kie nods her head, adding on with, “Just rest today, and don’t push yourself too hard.” 

Tanjirou holds Akiko’s hands in his own, kissing them before smiling, “You’re exaggerating. I’m fine!” 

“Are you sure?” She asks, taking a hand back to brush a lock of hair from his face. 

He continues to blush, much to his younger sibling’s disgust, before he nods his head, “Yeah. It felt like I was having some sorta bad dream.” 

Akiko offers him a smile before she holds him close, “Well, I’m back for a long time now, so we can share a futon! That way, you won’t have any more nightmares!” 

Shigeru jumps onto the two, covering them with a blanket and they both yelp in surprise. 

“H- Hey! What’re you-?!” 

“Stop it! I just washed that!”

Akiko can’t help but laugh under the covers, and Tanjirou joins in. It’s a bit dark, but he can still see her amber eyes shine brightly. So he leans in close, and they share a kiss from prying eyes. 

All is well between the two. 

---

“Huh? Where’s Nezuko?” 

Akiko helps Hanako categorize the yams, laughing with the girl and tickling her sides. Tanjirou watches her fondly, smiling, before Takeo answers. 

“Onee-chan went out to get some plants.” 

Tanjirou yelling, “Huh? In the afternoon?!” startles her, and she yelps. Takeo, Hanako and Shigeru look at their bother in confusion. 

“You scared me!” She holds a hand to her chest, and he quickly apologizes. She looks at him before sighing, beckoning him closer. He does as he’s told, and she rests her forehead on his. 

“Ah, Akiko? Don’t worry! I’m fine!” 

“I gotta make sure. Who’ll protect me if you’re bedridden?” She laughs, and Tanjirou looks at her in confusion. He’s about to say something, but his mother interrupts. 

“Tanjirou, could you prepare the bath? This might take some time,” she says, and Akiko gets back to work with Hanako. They laugh together again, and Shigeru complains that he’s the only one working hard. 

Akiko then goes to tickle the boy, but he evades her attack. Hanako cheers Akiko on as she chases Shigeru around Tanjirou, who grabs his brother and tickles him himself. Shigeru cries in protest, but everyone’s laughing too hard to try and stop Tanjirou. 

Once Shigeru is released, Tanjirou goes outside to start preparing the bath. But once he steps outside, he sees a peculiar box. 

A heavy weight falls upon him, and his heart stops for a moment, before he runs into a bucket. And when he looks up again, the box is gone. 

He makes the walk through the mountain to the river, carefully setting the wooden buckets down before looking over the tiny pier. 

One look over the edge, and his pupils dilate. 

Tanjirou is looking at himself. 

Or, another version of himself. 

He’s wearing a strange outfit and his scar looks deeper. His hair is shorter and this other version of Tanjirou seems to be yelling at him, pounding the water’s surface from underneath. 

Tanjirou is then tugged into the water, and the other version of himself yells, “Get up! They’re attacking! A dream! This is a dream!!” 

“...Tanjirou? Are you awake?” 

His eyes snap open, and Tanjirou sees Akiko’s amber eyes reflect the moonlight shining in. 

It’s night now, and everyone else is asleep. Takeo snores loudly as always, and Hanako’s body is sideways on her futon. 

The engaged teens stare at each other, a soft smile on Akiko face as she brushes some hair from Tanjirou’s face. It’s long and graces his shoulders, and Tanjirou relaxes under her touch. 

“Good. You’re awake,” she laughs under her breath, scooting closer to him. He looks down to see that he has an arm wrapped around her waist, and his haori is resting on top of the covers. 

“Sorry Akiko, but I don’t think I’m awake.” 

She blinks at him owlishly before smiling brightly, “Are you trying to tell me that you dream of me? Because if so, consider my heart stolen.” 

He kisses her forehead and she smiles wider, if possible. His heart is at ease, but there’s a nagging at the back of his mind. 

“I love you, Tanjirou. I hope you know that,” Akiko snuggles closer into his chest, and it throbs with pain. 

Tanjirou looks down at his fiance, a face full of sorrow as he strokes her hair. Her breathing becomes soft, and he can see her eyelashes brush her cheeks. 

It’s just the two of them in this world, and Tanjirou is so happy being with her. 

He’s living on the top of a cloud being with such a carefree Akiko. She hasn’t experienced any pain because of him, and she holds no hate in her heart. There are no eye bags, no tensed shoulders, no smell of blood and disinfectant. 

Tanjirou wants to share this futon with her forever, and he wants to wake up next to her. 

He wants to hold her and kiss her, and he wants to escape this dream. 

Tanjirou wants to escape this dream and hold the real Akiko. 

“Nii-chan, gimme the pickled radish.” 

Hanako’s hand shoots out, stopping Takeo, and she yells, “You can’t! Stop it!” 

Panic fills back up in Tanjirou. Akiko is seated close to him, but that doesn’t matter because he needs to wake up now. He can’t bask in the warmth of her eyes here, and he has a job to get done. 

“Takeo, you can have mine if you want,” Akiko offers with a smile, and Takeo blushes. Akiko coos at him, and Hanako starts to ask Akiko for her pickled radish too. 

Hanako and Takeo are happily munching on Akiko’s pickled radish when Akiko notices the look of panic in Tanjirou’s eyes. 

She tilts her head in concern, “Do I need to check your temperature again? Tanjirou, I’m really worried about you-” 

He bursts into flames. 

The fire dances in Akiko’s eyes, and he can smell the absolute horror fall out of her. She gathers his siblings into her arms to shield them, and she watches as his hair shortens and his kimono burns away to a black uniform. 

The fire finally dies out, and Akiko releases the children to rush to Tanjirou. She checks him over quickly before letting  out a sigh of relief. When she kisses him, Tanjirou almost falls back into his dream, but he wills himself to push Akiko off of him. 

“T- Tanjirou?” Akiko moves to bring his battered hands to her lips, but he resists again. Any more love from Akiko and he might just allow himself to stay dreaming. 

“Onii-chan, are you okay?” Hanako asks with teary eyes. 

He looks so distraught, and Akiko wants to soothe his unease. She grasps at the hems of his haori, silently begging him to just stay with her, but he stands anyway. 

“Sorry… I have to go. I have to go back now. I’m sorry.” 

And he bolts out of the house. 

Takeo cries out for Tanjirou, and Akiko yells at the kids to stay in the house. She slips her shoes on, running after Tanjirou, but he’s abnormally fast.

“Where are you going, onii-chan?” 

Tanjirou stops. 

It’s Nezuko behind him, but he doesn’t turn back to look at her. 

“I got a lot of vegetables today! Oh, mom, Rokuta! Ah, Akiko too? Is everyone okay at home?” 

Akiko looks over at Nezuko, a concerned look on her face before she turns back to her fiance. 

“Tanjirou? Let’s go back home, yeah? You can change out of those silly clothes and we can eat together! You’re scaring me, but if we go back together I’ll feed you!” 

Akiko can see his fists tighten. She just has to try a little harder and- 

Tanjirou runs off, and her eyes block up with tears. 

He can hear her cry, and he can hear Rokuta start to cry too as the small boy shouts, “Onii-chan, don’t leave us behind!” 

But he can’t look back. 

He’s crying now, and his heart feels like it’s ripping itself apart, but he can’t look back. 

He has to wake up, kill the demon, and go back home to his Akiko now. 

ngl i cry every time i read his dream in the manga. rokuta crying for his big brother is like a stab to the heart for me,,, 

the scene changes were weird with this chapter bc like,,, every time he had the feeling of “this isnt real” enmu would change the setting to try and drag tanjirou back in :/ 

i thought this would be cute to write!! but now im just sad!!!!! FUCK 

anyway, this was a special chapter. so its a lot shorter! its mainly here to drive tanjirou and his relationship(?) with akiko, and im sorry im dragging their struggles out ;-; i hope you guys understand,,,, its for plot,,,,, (maybe,,,,)

hope this hurt you guys to read as much as it did for me to write!!! uwu i love you guys, and thanks for supporting me! 

[cathariis]

‘ i need you. ’ (for like all our ships bc?? do it)

send  ‘ i need you. ’ for my muse’s reaction.

lottie & berend.

lottie knew that this was causing damage between them. every day he would yell at her, unsure as to why he was being targetted for robberies left and right. although she knew the answer, the female could not let him know the truth. it was killing on her on the inside, seeing her boyfriend beginning to behave in a way that almost reminded her of her father –– angry and resentful. lottie has done what she could to calm him down but it would only back-fire on her. even with the alcohol keeping her numb during the interacts, she still hid in the restroom while he slept to sob. she didn’t want to seem weak during his time of need, but it was starting to feel like as if it was too much for her to handle. lottie remained in the bathroom, doing her best to remain silent until there was a knock on the door. “lots… i need you.” berend spoke, his tone of voice sounding like himself. standing up quickly with tears running down her cheek, she opened the door to see him, looking defensive. lottie took her in his arms, holding him close and refused to let him go. “i’m sorry.” she whispered, pedaling kisses on his temple. “i’m so sorry.”

ryder & parker.

ryder didn’t know what to call what they were doing. were they dating? were they simply fucking and that’s it? he knew that he felt an attachment towards parker but ryder had learned early on not to push certain things. even he would get freaked out over the thought of giving this a label. either way, ryder enjoyed the time they spent together, hacking and fucking. his hues were focused on the monitor in front of him, taking a bite out of the mcdonalds they got delivered a while ago. he heard parker say those words but didn’t put two and two together. “what, did you hit a firewall or –––” his head lifted up, seeing the female beginning to remove her top and it caused him to chuckle. “well shit, give a guy a little more warning.” let’s say, he got dessert early.

xavier & eric.

xavier didn’t realize that this was beginning to get too far, even for the likes of him. for most of the time, he could handle anything that was thrown at him and keep on moving. however, with the case of eric and this current home situation, xavier didn’t know where to turn to. he hid this fact well from his gang members but it was still a discomfort. xavier had been staying at his apartment for the last week, not wanting to leave although he knew that perhaps he is overstaying his welcome. because of this, he had begun to pack his few belongings back into his suitcase before he heard the other speak. turning around to face him, his shoulders shrugged, lips pressed together in a tight lip. “as in sex or emotionally because i don’t feel like figuring it out right now.”

zora & jorie.

nobody knew about their office romance that had begun to bloom. it wasn’t a messy situation, they were allowed to date but the pair were overthinking it. they’ve been on dates here and there, even took the time to learn about each other’s bodies as a wave of experimenting. zora couldn’t get it out of her head the way they behaved in her apartment. the sight of jorie’s hands on her skin, figuring it out together was something she could never forget. the brunette had been distracted by her thoughts, only snapping out of it when there was a sudden door closure. turning around, she saw jorie with a look of nervousness. with her brows furrowed, zora was about to ask if she was okay when the other suddenly blurted those words out. her cheeks tinted red, eyes widen as she looked down for a moment to the ground. the female knew that she felt the same and looked at the female, taking in her beauty before stepping closer to press a kiss to her lips, pushing her against the door to make sure the handle was locked.

thomas & india.

it almost felt like christmas morning whenever he was around india. thomas never knew what he was going to get and that was enough for him. for the first time since claiming their relationship, thomas slept over the night. their conversations went well into the early morning hours and he didn’t wake up on time for work. while he was ready to rush and get there late, making an excuse up, india whispered in his ear and pulled him back into bed. five minutes later, he called in sick and spent the day at her home again.

zora, jorie & eric.

the current case against xavier and the entire mafia behind him came to a stand-still. zora was working day in and day out to make a possible connection that didn’t criminalize eric in any way. it was hard for her not to put her emotions into this, considering that somehow they started dating –– jorie, eric, and her. they had been trying to peel her away from the home office all day, even going as far as to remove the highlight she held and off her desk too. “we need you.” they said, causing a brow to rise from zora. “if it’s for dinner, we could have ordered in.” well, that wasn’t the case and she put the connections together, seeing the look in their eyes. “you could have also started that without me. i would have come once i heard the moaning.”

xavier, alexa & eric.

xavier felt as if he was on top of the worlds. a fiance and a boyfriend, sharing the same bed and he got the best of both worlds. yes, it sounded cheesy but it was the truth. he returned home to see that eric was already making himself comfortable on top of his fiancee, both of them calling out saying that they needed him. with a smirk, he started to strip away the layers of clothing he wore to join them.

melody & elijah.

the female had learned to expect nothing from elijah other than the information she asked for. even with their time in bed together, she didn’t think he would willingly come to her private office, jacket covering his middle with caused a rise of the brow. “what, you tried jerking off and couldn’t finish?” she questioned, noticing the look in his eye to see that it was true. “well, i have an hour. better make me cum or else.”  

otto & antoni.

otto has grown to know that antoni likes to have attention on him at all times. he didn’t mind, considering that the blonde disliked the spotlight on him unless it had to do with his cooking. still, he didn’t expect him to show up at the restaurant after closing hours when otto was reviewing the totals of the day. his brows raised at the male, knowing full well that there was no excuse for him to give. in addition, otto did miss him throughout the day, despite having seen him in the morning. moving his chair away from the table, he gave a grin to the other and patted his lap, a cue for antoni to sit on him. it only took them ten minutes to get each other’s clothes off and have fun on the table. thankfully nobody else was in the restaurant and he knew the security codes to delete the footage. 

xavier & alexa.

those were the type of words that he liked to hear first thing in the morning. sleep was still in his eyes but it quickly escaped him once alexa got on top of him. “shit, you’re ready to go.” he laughed, hands moving up her smooth thighs as he quickly closed his eyes for a moment. “come sit on my face, let me have breakfast first before i fuck you fully.”

zora & eric.

sometimes it felt like a crazy rollercoaster that they somehow managed to get on but never off it completely. only the individuals from their class knew about their friends-with-benefits agreement, despite denying it the entire time they were in the academy. they figured that they couldn’t be placed in the same department but to their luck, they ended up becoming partners and had to learn to be civil for the sake of the work. to zora’s surprise, they formed a friendship and even got called work husband and wife, which she didn’t mind despite dating jorie. however, they still kept most of their personal life separate from their work life. that was until eric showed up unannounced at the girl’s apartment, making word vomit of everything that has happened in the last year with their current subject, xavier. he asked for help, saying that he needed her and her blood boiled –– not for the secret but for the treatment that eric got from the pair, alexa, and xavier. “i swear to god if either one of them shows up here, i will murder them without a second thought.”

[mvrnic]

*please be aware serious topics are talked about so tw for; miscarriage, substance abuse, relapse, mental health. please look after yourselves.

DISCLAIMER/PSA/IDK; THIS ALL TECHNICALLY HAPPENS AFTER CHRISTMAS BUT DANI IS ON A WEEK HIATUS BEFORE THE CHANCE/MIA WEDDING AND ITS THAT WEIRD PERIOD WHERE EVERYONES A LITTLE BUSY SO I PRESENT TO YOU

THE TEGAN AND DANI FUCKS SHIT UP AGAIN SHOW.  okay so previously on  “some fuckery we pulled” marnie and angel lost their second child in a miscarriage, first trimester so it was pretty early but a horrible experience for them both. obviously. in the events of this marnie stopped taking her BPD medication and went down into a really bad mental health period and angel has relapsed into his alcoholism and substance abuse. (please be aware the breakup is intense but they will get back together bc mum and dad) so after angel gets into some car crash and totals his car marnie has to come and pick him up from the police station, the following is a recount of their breakup that we wrote last night bc we’re headasses. 

guilty. that was definitely a good way to sum up how he was feeling right now, nervously pacing around the holding cell of the station, absentmindedly fumbling with the rings on his fingers. drunk was another way to describe him too, but he was doing his best to mask that fact. it wasn’t too hard to tell though. his eyes were bloodshot and he already looked like a broken shell of himself. he let out a sigh of... relief? but also panic? as marnie walked in. he avoided eye contact until it seemed nearly impossible, a tired, half-assed smile upturning the corners of his lips. “hey.” he didn’t really feel like explaining himself, but he knew he wasn’t going to have much of a choice. not when it came to marnie. marnie didn't let shit slide, that's why she was good for angel, she called him out but she stayed by his side to help work on things. she wanted him to grow, she knew life was hard and healing wasn't easy  --he did the same to her. they helped each other.  it was a last minute rush to mia and chances house asking to mind xander just for an hour or two, she knew she could count on them for these last minute things especially at such a stupid hour but there wasn't a chance in hell she was bringing xander to the fucking police station this late at night to see his father in a state. she walked in with exhausted looking eyes, licking over her lips as she looked at him looking like a caged puppy who had done something wrong.   "hi," she responded in a near whisper looking to the cop as they unlocked the cell.  there was something sickening about seeing him behind bars,  "...okay...well...lets get you home i guess." angel hates being this person. especially in front of her. he couldn’t even imagine being anything like this in front of xander. in fact, the thought made him sick to his stomach. he’d done such a good job at separating his current self from the person he used to be in the past, but now, having to be led out of a jail cell, it felt an awful lot like stagnancy. he’d never really changed, had he? his head hangs low as he exits the cell, and he keeps his hands shoved in his pockets, not making a move to grab her hand or her waist. he didn’t want to touch her— to hurt her. because that’s all he ever did to people. it was almost laughable at this point. he’d been doing so well, and he’d went and fucked it all up in the blink of an eye. “im sorry.” he muttered under his breath. he was on such a good road, he had been doing so well and she had been so proud but the second something in their personal bubble seemed a little hard he freaked out. but that was what a relationship had to deal with, there would be hardships and he couldn't do this every single time, it wasn't about him getting 'fixed' it was about him healing and they were two very different things but until angel realised he didn't need 'fixing' he needed HEALING there wasn't going to be a change.  but weirdly enough the blank i'm sorry and lack of effort to physically or emotionally reach out to her was what got her.   "i know." every time something went wrong, he snapped right in two, and marnie had to be there to pick up the pieces and stick him back together. he’d voiced his concern before about her being a crutch for the rest of her life, and although she insisted that that wasn’t the case, it sure felt like it was. god, he felt so stupid right now. she deserved so much more than him— so much more than he could give her. she was way more mature than him most of the time. he couldn’t fathom why she insisted on staying with him. maybe he’d just played her right... played her like every other person he’d let into his life. he’d went and sucked the soul right out of her because he didn’t have one for himself. just the thought disgusted him. he didn’t want to be a shit person— not to her— but he didn’t know how to fix this. he brought a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, reaching to hold open the door for her, and gesturing for her to exit. he couldn’t even think of anything to say. he didn’t want to talk to her. he didn’t want to be around her. not like this. her eyes were glued to his hand as he opened the door, she was going to be there for him that wasn't even a question in her head, when she said yes to his proposal she has said yes to a lifetime with him. she'd said yes to the ups and the downs and weathering out the storm together. but she had just lost their baby not long before and she was going through it herself, this time she didn't have the strength or the energy. this time she needed him and he wasn't being her crutch. the silence between them was awkward, which was a bad sign because their silences were almost never awkward.  over the past week the mood of their house had dropped, which she had expected considering losing a child when you wanted them on this earth more than anything was the hardest thing to go through. what she didn't expect was losing angel too.   "how much have you had to drink?" she knew, it would've been stupid for angel to think marnie didn't know him like the back of her hand at this point. his features twitched in annoyance at her questioning, and he stayed silent for a moment, waiting for her to step out of the building so he could follow suit. “i don’t want to talk about it.” he finally retorted, his words a bit snappish in tone. if marnie knew him, she’d know he was bound to get hot headed right about now. it almost never failed. he just felt an overwhelming need to defend himself against... well, he didn’t really know what. he just felt the need to argue and make stabbing remarks at the first person he saw. hating on other people was better than hating himself. “—- let’s just get in the car and go back to the house, yea?” he’s growing impatient, as evidenced by the way he’s toying with the chain around his neck. he couldn’t even call it home at this point. that’s not what it felt like. all it did was make him feel anxious and small. wrong time to snap angel, that'd be the only advice anyone could give him. she was tired, she had to beg a friend to mind THEIR child while she picked up her grown ass  FIANCE from the police station, after going through what may have been one of the worst moments in her life.   "you don't wanna talk about it, okay," she scoffed turning on her heels.   "no we're not getting in to the car, answer my fucking question, how fucking drunk are you angelos?" her brooklyn accent always got thicker when she was angry, livid might be a better word.  "you're not going anywhere near xander when you're like this." he was an asshole. he knew it; now he just had to accept it. maybe it’d be better to be just that. it was his most authentic self. it was who he always jumped back into being the moment something got the slightest bit tough. that’s who he was. an asshole. a scoff escapes him as she uses his full name, his eyes involuntary rolling along with his words, “who the fuck cares?” he hisses out, “can’t stop me now. get the fuck over it.” maybe it would’ve been different had he actually reacted to his own words slipping past his lips— had their been any hesitance... but there was nothing. every last syllable escaped him easily, and his expression remained stoic. “i don’t want to be around him.” not like this, “—- fuck this. im calling a cab. whatever. see if i care!” she didn't believe it at all, she knew who angel was when he was comfortable and content what he needed to work on was his coping mechanisms. hurting people wasn't how you cope.  but marnie grew up on the wrong side of town, you just didn't fuck with her and her fire was as lit now as it was when she was younger. this was dangerous.  "roll your eyes at me one more time i'll slap your fucking face," she threatened before her nails started to dig into her palms, a habit angel had to know too well, he had mended the bleeding and pierced palms before.   "i fucking care you absolute moron," she hissed in return .  god she was angry, she didn't have the chance to even be hurt by his words because every ounce of pain she had been feeling over the last week was being lashed out on angel.   this bitter, disgusting laugh coming from her lips at his words.  "you don't wanna be around your son," she said slowly, but her words were full of venom.   she was vicious at this point, you could see her seething.  "you call a fucking cab and you don't take it to the house." angel had grown up having everything he could ever possibly want handed to him on a silver platter. that didn’t mean he didn’t know how to be cruel though. it made him an expert. you didn’t make it in high society if you couldn’t fight back. searing comments were all he’d ever known. he’d only ever received backhanded compliments from his parents. lashing out like this felt mundane. he met her gaze, holding it for a moment to make sure that she was paying attention to him before he gave another roll of his eyes. she could slap him. it wouldn’t be the worst thing he’s felt today. he already had a huge bruise on his cheekbone from smacking his head against the window as his car crashed. he almost has to laugh at her demand, a cocky, shit-eating grin taking over his features as he looked down at her, taking full advantage of his tall stature to loom over her menacingly. “i’ll do whatever the fuck i want to.” he begins, “that’s my house. i bought it. and your fucking lambo? that’s my car. you...” he begins, gesturing towards her. “... you don’t get to tell me anything.” and that was the first time he’d ever alluded to being above her in any way. he’d never wanted to dehumanize her before, but he was just shooting for the lowest possible blows now. she wasn't sneaky, marnie had never been conniving or backstabbing, she was just straight up and straight forward to your face. if it came across rude, that's your problem. but marnie wasn't nice, that was just fact. but angel knew she kept her word, she wasn't empty that was one thing that was both good and bad. and almost as if on queue at his eye roll she brought her hand back and swung it right across his face. she was tiny but boy did the girl have a strong hand.  he was scary, he was tall and broad but marnie had dealt with worse men.  "okay take the fucking house, take the fucking car...your money and your purchases don't mean shit to me angel," she retorted.   now she was starting to feel hurt, he was acting in a way he'd never done before and suddenly she hated who was in front of her. this wasn't angel, this wasn't the man she was going to marry and she refused to believe it. a low hiss of pain escaped through gritted teeth as her hand made contact with his skin. he brings his own hand up to his cheek, unable to stop himself from wincing as his fingertips met the tender spot on his face. he was still human, after all. no matter how much of a god complex he could have. he was human. and he hated it. he hated being vulnerable like that. his arm falls back down to his side, and his hands are balling into fists as he stares her down. “take your fucking kid and all your shit and get the fuck out of my house then.” almost as soon as the words left his lips, he regretted them, but he wasn’t letting that on. his glare remained icy. “ask me if i fucking care.” he pauses, shaking his head slightly. “—- i don’t.” she flinched at those words 'your fucking kid' and her gaze upon him lost any and all love in that split moment. he was her soulmate, she was still sure of it, but those words made her cold and suddenly she was the marnie she was to absolutely every man that had ever hurt.  and she simply stared at him, there was literal disgust in her eyes.   she dangled the keys and dropped them at his feet,  "there's the keys to your fucking kid" she said harshly,  "drive yourself home...maybe you'll crash again and finally feel something in that cold fucking heart of yours." that hurt. he couldn’t deny it. all he’d ever wanted was to be a good father, but he couldn’t do this when he was so susceptible to breaking like this. to his drunk mind, the logic made sense: leave marnie, leave xander, hurt her so she’d never come back... it would just be less pain in the long road. and he’d get to happily waste his life away on drugs and parties and hookups and not have to worry about hurting anyone. that would just be his brand. “fuck you.” he shot back, bending down to pick up the keys from the floor, squeezing them in his hand with an iron grip. “you’re so fucking stupid.” he growls, pointing a finger at her. “im drunk, and im still smarter than you. good fucking luck taking care of your kid.” he lets out a bitter laugh, refusing to call xander by his name or even refer to him as his son. that would hurt him too much. he’s not trying to be hurt. now she was deathly scared, she didn't know how to be a mother by herself. she didn't know how to do this when every time she looked down at xander she was looking at angel. if he thought pushing her out of his life was good for her he was fucked in the head because now she had a constant reminder of everything he tore away from her. a partner, a best friend, a father to their child....home.  "i'm stupid?" she retorted, that might have been his lowest blow yet, that was something she was so desperately insecure about and really angel was one of the only ones that had ever made her feel a little more comfortable about it.  but crying wasn't something she could do right now, he didn't deserve her tears.  "you're the one who pushes the good things out of his life only to blame everyone else for leaving," she said stepping into him,  "you're the one that isn't smart enough to stay sober," if he wanted low blows, marnie could throw low blows.  "you're the one thats losing something here...i'm the best fucking thing that has happened to you," she gets closer,  "i'm the best fucking thing you'll ever have....and you're dumb enough to lose me," if he knew her, which he did, the look in her eyes wasn't hatred it was pain. it was the angry pain she held when she knew she was going to cry because hated crying.  "and i'm smart enough to walk away." his eyes lacked any and all emotion; his features were hard as stone. the worst part was that he couldn’t even deny it. she was the best thing that had ever happened to him. she was the best thing that ever would happen to him. he knew, looking down at her now, that he would never find anyone that could replace her. never. but he couldn’t be with her. because she was right. he wasn’t smart enough to stay sober, and he couldn’t risk being this version of himself around xander or around her anymore. “—- then go.” he states firmly, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder to push her away from him. he still couldn’t touch her with anything less than softness, though his eyes read something completely different. “we are fucking done.” she hated how he was standing there lacking anything and yet she still couldn't hate him.  she was sure she'd never be able to hate him, she could act cold, fuck, she could feel cold towards him in that moment but unlike everyone else that has come and gone she couldn't hate him. he was, would always be, her person.  it might have been gentle but it was the meaning behind it. her own touch to smack his hand away harsh.  "don't fucking touch me, you piece of shit," she hissed.  "you don't get to ever fucking touch me."  but fuck he had a hold on her.  "yeah, we are, and i hope when you wake up in the morning you realise what the fuck you've done," she said backing away from him but then as it hit her she couldn't control the single tear that escaped. marnie instantly wiping it away, pulling out her phone to order an uber. oh and there he was with xander as her screen background, she closed her eyes and stood still for a moment.  but she wasn't going to talk him through this time, beg him to see her side, she just ran her fingers through her hair and actually walked away down the street. @ofangelos

[whomstdvelynt]

minecraft music D: /pos

n e ways this is an appreciation post for minecraft and how much it's helped me over the past few years :)

beware: many misspellings ahead! i also talk about my mental health and shit so. nothing too bad, I hope, but better safe than sorry. :)

n e ways haha hello

minecraft music as a whole is something that makes me extremly happy, but is still something that gives me extremely nostalgia.

i remember lying in bed when my parents first spilt and staying up all night watching Minecraft videos on my kindle fire (specifically stampylongnose? longhead? i don't rmemeber which one it was at the time) because it was the only way I could cope with what I had going on at the time. sure I had friends at school to talk to, but none of them ever really stook around long enough for me to invite them over to the apartment my mom stayed at or my dads house (I was a Very Lonely Kid).

minecraft as a whole is something that brightened up my day and it gave me something to look forward to when got home from school. i didn't have any friends to play it with (I also believe this was back in 2016? idk.) but I had my brother and the only gaming console that had Minecraft was the x-box one that was set up in my room, so the two of us would play a lot. (one thing I remember in particular was playing Minecraft before the end update came out. it was crazy being a little kid and watching an entirely different dimension be added to the game. my brother and I played for weeks when that happened)

n e ways back to me talking about my parents divorce (awesome segue, I know). when it was really bad (aka at first. i was still in elementary school at the time too. it was crazy man.) i was like. really sad. no one wants their parents to break up, at least when they're in elementary school. minecraft was a distraction for me (and maybe my brother too. i honestly don't know if he even remembers that far back). and because i was that Gifted Kid (now expierienceing burnout </3) in elemeentary school, i didn't really have any homework? or i at least had so little that i had time to do it in the car or something. so i played Minecraft. as a distraction. yknow. as all kids who needed a distraction did back then.

another memory i have of Minecraft is playing on a survival woorld on mc pe in like. second grade? i think idk. but i lived in a swamp and had this really shitty cobblestome house that was really empty and too tall (the torches didnt reach the roof, i think i had a spider or two spwn in there once.) and i always would rush back inside the second it started getting too dark outside because second grade me was terrifyied of creepers. and then i rmemeber waking up the next morning and switching the difficulty from easy to peaceful bc i didnt want them blowing up anything. and then switching it back and getting annoyed when so many slimes spawned near my house.

another time i rmeeber it was new years and my mom and dad (this was before their divorce) took my brother and i over to one of theiir friends houses and me and their kid (and one of their friends) stayed up until almost 7am playing minecraft on his xbox360. i rmeber starting to build a house out of wood bc i liked building houses a lot. (i still do. im just better at it now B])

another time on new years (years later now, after my mom met her now fiance) i rmemeber going over to aanother one of their firneds house and playing on one of the free marketplace worlds i downloaded and then watching mithzan on my moms laptop on microsoft edge bc she hadnt downloaded google on there yet.

and then theres the past year or so? that ive been into the dsmp. (i got into it around the start of the prison arc, but not quiet) i've made so many (internet) friends (and by so many i mean like 5. max. most of my previous internet friends were from when i was into ut) and ive found so many cool fanarts and fics (i have over *checks bookmarks* um. laptop chrome doesnt give me a number but the last number i rmemeber it beinf on my phone was over 400+. i save fics to my google bookmarks bc im Like That) and they've genuinly made me happy. i know twitter (deragotory) discorse (deragotory) can get really bad (sometimes tumblr too. don't act like you all are innocent here smh smh /lh), but i think joining this fandom has genuinely been one of the best choices ive made in a while.

there's still the old mcyts that still have a place in my heart (cough cough stampy cough cough dantdm cough cough captain sparkles (altho ig captain is getting more popular again? it's hard to tell, but i still watch his content)) and they always will. they've helped me thru rough patches in my life (as they probably have with many other people as well) and if i could tell them in person that they've saved me, then i would, no matter how awkward it would be for me to Speak To Anyone Ever (esspecially if theyre famous).

they mean a lot to me, as do new content creators, and the content the mc community as a whole makes. i'm truly happy with how far we've come as a whole. this game and it's community has saved my life. and i would like to thank the community for helping me. :)

[fagsbian69]

Wynonna Earp? Cause I miss it? But everything else is also fine, i think we're in the same fandoms! Take all the time you need, I hope you feel better soon ♥♥

Sorry anon, I fell asleep 😫 clocks went forward and I get up at 4:50am as it is so it’s messed me up a bit.

Here’s some sad Wynonna Earp headcanons that I can think of:

- (this one isn’t totally sad actually but i gotta share it) There’s a universe in which Perry was planning his marriage to Waverly, and then she literally barricaded herself in a barn with the town’s sheriff, told him she thought she was gay, and blew herself up. Can you imagine what shit is like in that AU? ‘Oh yeah, Waverly Earp and Sheriff Haught commited suicide together because they feared their affair may be discovered by their respective partners’ poor Perry has to live with the fact that his fiance blew herself up to avoid marrying him sudkjsjshsks my ex boyfriend freaked out when I came out as a lesbian, this is a whole new level 😂

- I highly doubt Wynonna is in to musicals, but if she were.... You Learn To Live Without from If/Then.... 😭

- Ik now that this element is gonna kill me in S3 but Dolls, and wanting to be there for Wynonna and wanting to support her, but also knowing that he has no place in what’s going on and potentially watching Doc push Wynonna away.... and knowing Dolls he’s gonna respond in some headass ‘I’m your boss get it together and break this curse of you’re never gonna see ur kid again’ way in a misguided attempt to get Wynonna to get it together. 

- I can’t tell whether the baby having been sent away is gonna make Doc and Wynonna closer, or make them argue more.

- I trust Emily Andras and I hope she’s playing the long ball to making Wyndolls canon. I can’t be being straight baited.

- It’s Quiet Uptown from Hamilton is quite fitting... but imagine in the places of Alexander and Eliza it’s Dolls and Wynonna. Dolls never had a lot to do with the baby... I don’t think he ever even saw her did he? But he loves Wynonna and I reckon he would do anything to make her happy.

- Imagine whisky drunk wynonna singing ‘you are my sunshine’ to an empty bassinet. A well meaning citizen dropped it off after the baby was born, not knowing that the helicopter that had flown over took the baby away. The person who knocked on the door of the Earp Homestead to deliver it said ‘You’re one crazy motherfucker to be raising your kid here’ before rushing off the Earp land bc nobody likes it. Wynonna breaks down into tears, and knows she did the right thing by sending Alice away. Waverly finds her hours later, drunk and on the floor, passed out, ad half curled around the bassinet. She gets Wynonna to bed, and list for ideas, takes the Bassinet to Nicole’s to put in her loft.

Nicole hates herself for the pang of hope she gets when Waverly knocks the door holding a basket. And then again, for a whole different reason, the pang of longing when she realises it’s empty. She knows deep down that there will be no more Earp babies until the curse is broken.

- After the baby is sent away, Waverly throws herself into research. She wishes now more than ever that she could be the heir, because then maybe Wynonna could have kept Alice.

Nedley dismissing Nicole from her shift to take a hysterical Waverly Earp, who hasn’t slept for 36 hours, home to finally get some rest becomes more commonplace. Nicole watched Waverly as she becomes exhausted, and as a result snappier, angrier, more hardened. She tries not to feel guilty.

After all, she’s the one who knows something about the Cult of Bulshar and won’t share it.

- Wynonna is drunk 24/7 but becomes more cynical. She won’t let anyone near her. Her walls are 10 miles high, and Doc and Dolls have very different ideas about how to help. Waverly tells them to take their heads out of their asses and stop arguing over Wynonna like she’s their property because she doesn’t need them.

Nobody is sure they like this new Waverly.

- Waverly, in a weird way, misses Rosita. She had really hoped that there could be good revenants. That would have made her job a lot easier. But Rosita tried to steal the baby, and Waverly is crushed. Of course, she can’t mention this to Nicole. 

This is all I have for now but I’m sure I’ll think of more ❤️