#struck with another fucking migraine

[botanikos]

leaving work early coz I value myself for a change lmao

[sweetnans]

Stuck in the moment || Bakugo, K. (pt.5)

Pairing: fuckboy Bakugo/hopelessly romantic fem. reader

summary: You made a mistake, a huge mistake. You fucked the most cocky, annoying, bastard, fuckboy you knew. Bakugo Katsuki. And that fact was against all your beliefs. Now, after the rumor (truth) spread like a pandemic virus in college you'll have to live with the stormy consequences of your acts and whatever trash was brought with it.

a/c: Hey, it's me again. Here we are in a new series I plan to continue. I really hope you enjoy it. I put my favorite man in action (bakugo) being a selfish bastard that you would love eventually and I couldn't help to put another "trope" I'm a sucker for (guardian/father figure Aizawa) I'm so sorry if that bothers you. Once again, I'm sorry if I misspelled something, English is not my first language. (Not proofread yet)

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 -> Pt.6

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You woke up with a headache. You barely even drink last night, but somehow, the interaction with a certain one got you all pented up that now you were struggling with a giant migraine.

Sundays were always slow. You used them to complete your homework, and then in the afternoon, you had a mandatory dinner with Aizawa and Eri in his apartment. You talked about eachothers lives and then sometimes watched a movie together. It was really nice, especially when the idea came right from Aizawa's mind in a form to create a safe and familiar space to Eri, which you were happy to comply with.

On Monday, your headache was light. It was a pulsating little tingle in your head, completely bearable.

The first class was slow. You caught yourself falling asleep multiple times, but hopefully, no one saw you.

After the party, you made your routine on speaking your head off to Jirou about what happened. You two got into the conclusion that it was a delusional event that helped out Bakugo keep his mind in peace.

It was easier to pretend that that was his intention than twirling your brain into finding out the real purpose of your interaction with him.

The sound of your stomach growling startled you out of your head. You were sitting in the sun enjoying the rays in your face when you checked the clock for the obvious. Lunch break.

You hated making the line to get lunch, so Aizawa packed you a bento with some things he found at home. He was a man in charge of a little girl, but it didn't mean that he was actually good at cooking. He had some dishes where he showed all his talent, but others, you could see little Eri gagging because of the burnt rice and steamed vegetables that looked like a pulp.

You entered the lunch zone full of big white tables and uncomfortable chairs. It's was more crowded than usual, so you had to put yourself on the tip of your toes to find Jirou and Denki.

Scanning the room, above all the heads and trying to difuse the laughs and peoples screaming from one table to another, you didn't find a trace of your friends.

"You look like a deer struck by light." Bakugo's hand was wrapped firmly in your shoulder lowering your body to the ground. "Sit with us"

That was him in real life. A silence sneaky bastard you didn't see coming.

You didn't have a choice, so you followed him through the crowd until you two made it to the table where his friends waved you happily of seeing you with them.

They didn't mind your presence at all. With years of friendship with Bakugo, they have learned no to question his outbursts or his decisions. Having you around was weird in a way that he never ever had been interested in someone, and now they have started to get used to you because he always made the effort to find you and bring you with him. You thought that no one saw him going to the kitchen where you entered a minute before? His friends had eyes on their backs. They, of course, saw this coming.

"I don't know if I'm going to stick around. My friends must be somewhere here..." You said, glancing away, trying to find the yellow spiky hair of your friend. You had to thank him because his extravagant hair was going to be your salvation.

"Let them be, stop third-wheeling them. It's annoying, " he rolled his eyes and took your bento from your hands to settle it on the table.

You were almost embarrassed for his comment, but everyone were minding their own business, leaving you like a stray castaway with Bakugo.

Sighing, you took your seat beside Sero and in front of Bakugo, who was inspecting you carefully. You tried not to sink in your seat and opened your bento. Burnt rice with poorly steamed vegetables. You hated veggies.

The feeling must've shown in your face because Bakugo was fast enough to exchange his food with yours. No questions asked. He didn't have a clue of what pushed him to do that, but just for the sake of it, he needed to look nonchalant to you to keep going the game he had in mind.

"What? No, give that back. " You started to throw your arm to grab your lunch, but he effortlessly dodged it.

"Shut up, that's what friends do." he pinched one of the languid carrots and ate it without even flinching. You tried with all your heart to not gag at the sight of that.

Friends. That's right.

The fact of him addressing what happened the other night caught you by surprise. You convinced yourself that it was with the main purpose of keeping his mind at ease. It seemed like you were wrong. It seemed like he actually meant it.

The table was in silence. Bakugo's bento was unopened in front of you, and he looked at you like you were dumb or something. You glanced at his friend casually chatting about some class, Mina watching tiktoks and moving his hands with the rhythm of some trend while you felt so out of place. You missed sassy Jirou and even the nonsense spurting out of Denki's mouth.

"Are you going to eat or what?" He was losing his patience. Don't you dare make the king mad.

You opened the bento, and the scent of his food invaded your nose. It was spicy ramen, one of your favorite. The smell of the soup prickled your nose and watered your eyes. You couldn't wait to have a spoon of that in your mouth.

Bakugo observed the change in your face and felt something flourishing inside of him. Pride.

The way your cheeks regained color after sipping the soup and how you almost moaned because of the taste made his chest puff.

You looked at him with your mouth full and smiled at him with your lips sealed shining with the oil remaining in the spoon.

His heart took a leap.

"How's that?" he quirked a brow, and you rolled your eyes still smiling.

Cocky bastard, he knew he could cook. He didn't need another one praising one of his multiple abilities.

"It's good," you said, shrugging downplaying the fact that he could actually cook.

The different combination of spices melting in your mouth with the ramen left a tingling feeling in your tongue. It was a funny feeling that complemented Bakugo, crossing his arms on top of his chest and looking at you with sufficiency.

"Are you going to judge my food now? I know it's not good enough for your expectations"

Mentally, you thought that if he said something about it, you would pull the Aizawa card from your sleeve to make him look like an idiot. Who were you fooling? The man in front of you didn't know anything about shame nor sucking superior's dick. If he needed to say something, he would say it without caring about the who.

He was about to open his mouth to give you his constructive opinion about your bad excuse of lunch when the haze of mismatched eyes caught all your attention in the corner of your eyes. Todoroki.

The memory of him apologizing for Bakugo's behavior was a current thought in your brain since that night. It wasn't because of his mysterious aura or the trouble in his family that attracted you to him. It was what you could see behind those eyes, loneliness, and hell you knew about that.

His body language, always stiff and clueless, motivated you to know more about him. He needed a wire to the ground, someone to show him the things that he had lost because of his childhood. You missed a lot of things in life, too, but you were determined to pivot the destiny. You wanted the best for him, too.

"Close your mouth. You are drooling on the table," he mumbled, clearly pissed.

Bakugo snapped out of your trance. You were watching Todoroki walking in the room until he left. You needed to catch him.

"I'm sorry I'll be right back"

You left him. The man who shared, not, gave you his lunch. You left him hanging to sprint to another guy.

Your conscience didn't put any thought of if in your mind until it was too late.

"Todoroki," you grabbed him by his wrist, gaining his attention.

Even though it was out of character for you to chase a man, and before the party, you two haven't talked, there was some sort of connection you couldn't decipher. He smiled at the sight of you.

"Hey, are you okay? Your cheeks are red. " he pointed at your face with a puzzled look.

"Yeah, I was eating something steamy, and then I ran here so..." you said out of breath.

Catching him was a short sprint, but it left your lungs burning for the sudden movement.

"I-" you cleared your throat. "I'm here to apologize for the other night. He was so rude with you, apparently with no reason"

The last thing you need in your life. Apologizing to people on Bakugo's behalf.

"He told you to apologize?" He asked, knitting his brows together. You shook your head. "Then there's nothing to apologize for, at least you don't have to"

"I was really hoping to have a good night and the Cosmopolitan? It was delicious, I didn't get the chance to thank you, it was so sudden"

He scratched his neck and suddenly smirked.

"Yeah, I was hoping on catching up with you too"

If the red in your face was a statement made before, now it was permanent. You never said that, but it was like he read your mind. You were careful with your words, and even though you wanted to tell him that, you didn't have the guts.

"Maybe we should hang out, I mean...eventually?" You were a nervous wreck being so forward with your intentions.

You didn't have any romantic expectations with him, but you couldn't blame the silly romantic girl who believed in love and enjoyed corny movies inside of you for picturing a date with him.

"Yeah, are you free this friday?" He said bluntly without any pinch of shame.

You weren't expecting it to be so soon, but your mind didn't connect with your body before your head was nodding with excitement.

You exchanged your numbers to set the time of your whatever that was going to be.

You would be completely lying if you said you didn't feel nothing about it. It was a weird feeling, like excitement combined with anxiety. You came just to apologize and left with a date under your arm.

Five days were more than enough to find an outfit, a possible place, and, of course, something to do. Drinking? Bowling? Movies? The options were endless.

You were high on your cloud when you remembered where you were before that. You couldn't help but feel like floating back to the table. You wouldn't be capable to hide your smile or the redness in your cheeks. You wanted to giggle like a little girl just by the memory of what happened.

The sudden wave of euphoria disappeared in the moment you got to the table, and only Kirishima was there looking at his phone mindlessly.

The remorse was bigger than the feeling you had just a mere second ago.

"Where did he go?" You asked his friend, and he gave you a sad smile.

"He left a while ago. He murmured something under his breath and left you this," Kirishima said, grabbing his things and leaving Bakugo's bento on the table with yours on top of it. "He said something that you didn't end your meal I don't know"

Kirishima scratched the back of his neck and the waved you goodbye.

You standed there feeling like the worse person of all world while eveyone kept eating their lunch.

You needed to revert the situation.

In your afternoon classes, you didn't see him or his friends. It was weird because they were always around laughing and throwing jokes when Denki joined them.

In your last period, Jirou found you biting your nails at the end of the classroom.

"What's going on in that little head of yours?" she threw his books on top of the desk next to yours and collapsed on her seat. "Where did you go at lunchtime? Aizawa hauled you again?"

You denied with a sad face. You weren't even trying to hide your feelings that were completely mixed. You were enthusiastic because of the date, but for one reason or another, the remorse of leaving Bakugo after what he did, it was like a kick in the guts. You felt completely rachet.

"I was with Bakugo," the little you blurted was enough for Jirou to have her jaw to the floor.

"Did you two...again?" She didn't have to say the word that she was implying.

"God no." You shook your head and played with your pen. "We just sat together with his friends and then Todoroki appeared out of nothing and I ran after him, he asked me on a date and then when I came back to the table Bakugo was nowhere to be seen"

The transitions between Jirou faces were something you would tease her about it if you weren't so confused about your emotions.

"Why are you sad then? Todoroki asked you out! That's a good thing. There's no way Bakugo walking out is worth the downfall of your euphoric state"

You bended over your seat to grab his bento and yours from your backpack, and then you piled them it in front of Jirou

"What's that?" She quirked a brow separating the tupperwares. You sighed. "I can't read minds babe"

"That's mine, and that's his," you pointed them with sorrow.

"Girl, you need to be more specific," she asked, looking serious.

"He switched his lunch with mine because I didn't like mine, and then, after I chase Todoroki, he left me his because I hadn't finished yet" you grunted putting your head between your hands. "Now I have two empty containers with the remains of me being a shitty person"

"Hey, don't be so hard on yourself." Jirou placed her hand on your back and rubbed it for a while. "It's just a lunch, don't let the drama overwhelme you"

"It was Aizawa burnt rice and steamed veggies," you took a peak at her between your hands.

"And he finished it???" She grabbed the bento and examined it. "Ick, gross." She gagged. That didn't make any better to your state.

"What am I going to do" you asked.

Something about Bakugo eating your lunch, knowing what it was changed Jirou's mind about him being completely worthless. It took guts to eat that, even Denki, who could eat from a dumpster, threw up after tasting the vegetables.

"I think you need to...I don't know if apologize is the right word? But maybe make it up to him, " she said, patting your head.

She was right, and even though you tried to escape that, it wasn't a lie that you thought of it before Jirou statement. You just needed the reassurance, and maybe, just maybe, a way out that's wasn't going to come soon.

The last period ended. You focused on mainting your attention to everything present mic yelled in his english class. He always left you with a headache, but this time, where your mind was divided by the class and Bakugo, you didn't end up with any head related pain.

After leaving your things in your dorm and going to the bathroom for a quick refresh, you made your way to the boys' building. The boys' building was separated from the girls' building just by a street, which was very convenient. It was like we want you to be safe and make good decisions, but also, you're old enough to have sex and get freaky.

You would think that the concept of having a roommate made it hard to have intercourse but it didn't. Well, if you were lucky enough to have a decent roommate. When Jirou wanted time alone with Denki, you were more than happy to go downtown for a quick shopping spree or to the supermarket just to give them some time. Jirou did the same for you when you solicited privacy.

Denki was kind enough to give you Bakugo's floor and room by text. He kept messaging you for the gossip, but you put your phone in silence just to ignore him. Jirou would give him the details.

The looks on the boys that were there were nothing but oblivious. They didn't mind having your or any girl around. In fact, they looked at you, no, sided eyed you, like you were just one of the numerous girls that dropped by the building.

The building was exactly the same model as yours. The stairs were located on the same spot, and the number of floors was the same as yours. You could practically suit yourself pretty well if there weren't for the smell and the tall guys that looked at you weirdly but not minding you at all.

Once you stopped by his door, you had to take a long breath before knocking. Here you were, demolishing every plan you had about him. The main plan was ignoring him, but there you were knocking at his door, with his clean bento and some homemade cookies you found at the cafeteria. Was it enough to show that you were actually sorry?

That question pawned your soul. Were you actually sorry, or did you just wanted to forget the event and come clean with him to fully enjoy your date with Todoroki? Didn't that make you a bad person after all?

Saying sorry just to wash away your guilt and move on to the next while keeping in the tab the main plan of ignoring him?

Why did he have to be so stubborn with you? Why was it so hard to forget the fact that you had sex with him and move on with his life like he actually did with the other girls?

You were paying off some karma's debt or something. Why you? Jirou and Denki said once that it was fun to rile you up, but that was after solid three years of friendship, not two weeks after you knew each other.

The soft sound of your knuckles against the door echoed in the empty hallway. You were crossing your fingers for him not to be inside of his room, but once again, the world was against you.

He opened the door, sweating like a pig. Tiny drops of sweat gathered in the line of his hair just above his forehead. He didn't hide the anger when he saw you in front of him. The muscles in his body plastered against his black tank top made you feel like you were shrinking more and more under his stare.

"What are you doing here?" He was quick to ask with a disgusted facade.

You knew that he was rough, like in every sense of the word. He was rough when he talked. He was rough when he walked. He was rough when he trained, and he was rough in bed. You tried to forget the last part, but your intrusive thought never let that down.

Anyway, he was rough, but that day, in lunch break, you could swear that you saw a little bit of softness when he watched you eat his food, just a peak of it. Now, that was gone, and it was your fault.

"I'm here to give you your bento back." You extended the tupperware, and he accepted it with caution that his fingers didn't touch yours.

"That's it?" He looked at the container in his hands, purposely avoiding your eyes.

"No"

It was one word, but that caught his attention instantly.

"I wanted to say I'm sorry I left you today. It was so rude doing that after you were nice to me. " Hardly ever, you had to apologize for something, so you sucked at it.

You only had a grunt in return.

"And I also have some 'I'm so sorry' cookies for you." You grabbed a transparent bag and waved it in front of his face.

The way he rolled his eyes at the sight of it made you smile. He was crumbling in front of your eyes.

"Come in loser," he turned around and left the door open, expecting you to get in with him. It wasn't part of your plan, but it was the least you could do. After all, you were friends, right?

You closed the door behind you and observed your surroundings. You've been there before but it was dark and you were seeing double so it didn't count.

It was a pretty Bakugo room. A couple of band posters, a ton of books, gym equipment, and a pc gamer. Super boyish.

"You don't have a roommate?" You pointed towards one of the room's corners where should be a second bed.

He wanted to make a joke about how good you were faking dementia but he just shook his head instead.

"A dropout"

You were pacing in his room, looking at everything and touching it if it caught your attention. Bakugo was tucking his gym equipment away while you snooped every inch of his dorm.

The man was there, looking smoking hot after steamy training, but the smell in his room didn't show it.

"Do you have those electric pots where you can prepare meals here? It smells like burnt caramel, " you asked, scrunching your nose.

If someone paid Bakugo for every person who asked that before, he would be a millionaire. At first, the mere question embarrassed him a little, but now he was used to it.

"It's my sweat because of my quirk," he said with raspy voice.

The realization hit you hard. That smell was the one you remember from that night impregned in your clothes. It made sense, actually.

Bakugo found it hard to believe that you hadn't realized before. You were smart, smarter than half of the school, but he couldn't blame you. After all, you never have ever shared a class.

"So...are we going to play 10 questions or what?" You asked, suiting yourself in his gamer chair. It was really comfy with little pillows on the head that you couldn't reach and in your lower back.

"Tch, no, why?" You rolled your eyes at his answer. He was sitting in his bed doing absolutely nothing. What a lame fucker.

"How are we supposed to be friends if we know nothing about each other?" you stated, marking the obvious. "Ok, who's first"

"Like hell, I'm going to play a stupid game with you." he crossed his arms on top of his broad chest, and that little movement lifted his tank top, giving you a subtle look of his abs. You needed to remain composed for the sake of you.

"How boring! I'll start then. " You were thinking a good question and something to get on his nerves. "What's your favorite color?"

"Basic ass question, red," he snorted but followed along.

"Your turn," you urged him to keep going.

"Why don't you shut the fuck up?" He scolded you sighing and grabbing his head in his hands just to lay flat on his bed waiting for you to magically disappear.

"Because I learned how to talk, my turn"

It wasn't funny doing this without looking at his face. You found that the way his brows knitted together or the way his forehead wrinkled in exasperation was the main entertainment for you.

"How did you learn how to cook?"

You really wanted to know this, but putting a real question in between a dumb one was a power move. Well, that's what you thought.

"My dad taught me, and I continued improving my skills watching videos and practicing dishes"

You standed from your seat and walked straight to his bed. Folding a leg under your butt you sat beside him. He had his eyes closed, but the sudden sinking of his bed made him snap his eyes wide open.

The sight of you against the light of the window had him staring a little too much. You were analyzing him as well, but with another reason, you wanted to see if he was messing with you or if he actually excelled in something else than grades and training.

"My turn," he diverted your attention. "Where did you learn to ruin the fucking rice and the vegetables?"

"That's a trap. You can't copy my question!" You smacked his arm and he smirked.

"I didn't copy you" he mumbled closing his eyes again.

"You just changed a few words to make it look like it wasn't the same" you huffed and leaned against his bed pillow. "Fine, I let it slip only because I'm actually a good cooker"

"Yeah sure" he added sarcastically.

"I am" you whined. "That excuse of lunch was made by Aizawa, he's a great cooker too but that specific plate is not his strong point"

The day you told him that Aizawa was your guardian, he was impressed. He had never seen you with him before, but the fact that he packed you a lunch was a strong sign that you were close.

"Text me if Aizawa plans to give you that again," he said, opening his eyes again just to look at your reaction.

"Why?" Again, you were smart, but sometimes the kindness in humanity caught you unprepared. Mostly if the kind act was made by Bakugo himself.

"Rat poison is better than that. I'll bring you something to eat so you don't die"

The way he insinuated the most caring thing in the world, making you all flustered in your seat and then instantly went back to his obnoxious state, made you squeak internally. What was happening? Everybody knew the tales of Bakugo being a pain in the ass as a person with everyone except for his friends. It seemed you were one of them now because you were more than surprised to witnessed this change of demeanor in him.

"Your turn dumbass"

From princess to dumbass? You were making progress.

End note:

big bulky handsome Bakugo has a soft spot for reader? Of course he has. That's what the story is about. It seems that they reached a concensus for now, but how is Bakugo going to react when he finds out that reader has a date with Todoroki?? We will see...

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[vixthefantheorist]

Looking through the recent IRIS posts

Guess what time it is, my fellow theorists! That's right! It's theory crafting time! (Or brain rotting because I have no social life)

But as we all know IRIS on Twitter have been pretty active for the last few days. Posting on 10/24/2024 - 10/25/2024 and 10/26/2024

Yes it's all in order... I hope. (Nothing on the 27th, my birthday, I see how it is IRIS -squint-). And I know I haven't covered the 25th and 26th posts, I was getting ready for my birthday and then struck with a terrible migraine all day the 26th.

I'm better now, don't worry. But I had been looking at the posts when I could and figured to post some things together while I can remember them. I already covered the post on the 24th, I just have it here for convivence and in case I remember anything else for it.

The post for 10/25 is a little odd, more obviously the fact the word 'Strangely' is spelled as 'Strangeley'. Honestly not sure if its an intentional misspelling or an actual one that no one caught until too late, either way kinda gives the notice a bit of charm. Or the employee was typing too fast and misspelled it and couldn't be arsed to type onto another paper to correct it. I wouldn't blame him for that.

But it does speak about a deadzone in an area between a certain bathroom and cafeteria. Only battery powered devices seem to be affected within that zone as the lights and ventilation systems were still operational as normal. Hmm, interesting.

Where have seen a cafeteria in IRIS before? That's right the "commercial" for IRIS in 'this is my 5,000th video' shows a cafeteria like area where employees were enjoying their break.

Not the most glamorous cafeteria (IRIS seems pretty cheap on it. Though we know its because budget for AF:CB), but it is still a cafeteria. If that's the case, then the only deadzone I can think of is the red hallway that Chase was terrified of and dragged through against his will.

The bathroom could be that door next to one of the guards.

Or this one which is right outside Chase's cell.

Not sure, but it is just a guess. Literally its just a guess, as there is no evidence to back up the claim like anyone making mention of anything battery powered being sapped dry while in the area in the stream. But the employee in the post did make mention that it may be nothing dangerous and just annoyance from a certain department up to no good and just advising others to use a different bathroom on the east aside to avoid their devices being drained of power.

Why does that matter?

Well, it's an electrical interference that isn't causing damage to the facilities systems, just personal devices carried by employees, phones, watches, that sort of thing. So it never warranted further investigation I believe. And there's at least two instances in which that could cause that deadzone.

One of which is Anti's attack on Chase (where we see the shadows move towards Chase, indicating Anti reaching for him)

As Arin points out that Chase was exposed to dangerous levels of energy. (Though I wouldn't put it past IRIS to also have replicated the energy Anti uses to use on Chase to see his reaction to it. Fucking cruel if that's the case. Which then only prompted Anti to find out where he is and zero in on his location)

The second time this deadzone could happen was when Echo appears to speak to Chase.

Shit goes a little funky for the camera but the lights are fine.

It could be that the hallways between Chase's cell and the cafeteria is the deadzone. We don't know when that post the employee wrote was written, either during Chase's week long stay... or even before that. If it is indeed the same building and universe the employee speaks of. (Goddamn timey whimey shit)

But if it is at least prior to Chase's capture, could mean Echo's energy is causing it, as Echo reveals to Chase that they too have been stuck here. Just don't know if its before or after... will not be surprised if it was before to wait for Chase to appear to talk to him. Again, timey whimey shit.

Again, it's all theory, not the best kind but still fun to think on. I think there's more to this post but I... don't know what else to look for in it, aside hey, no IRIS stamp on it, so likely a private message from one employee to another to avoid that place altogether. And then what Department could the Employee be talking about?

Onwards to the post from 10/26, where obviously things for an experiment have not gone as planned. Nope, someone died in the vacuum room. There is another word, 'vacuum' is misspelled to be 'vaccum' (...I will refrain from making a joke here, it's too easy), and again, I don't know if its an intentional misspelling or someone didn't catch it when it was approved and posted online. (And if it was an accident, don't be ashamed or embarrassed, I misspell a lot of words too quite often. The fun of having your brain go faster than your fingers and autocorrect in your mind to not catch the misspelling too.)

Either case, an experiment was taking place in a vacuum room and someone died in the hands of an ALTR. Why an ALTR? Well, the clues were something in there was dangerous and the term 'designations' was used. Designations being something to identify different things quickly for a variety of reasons. Mostly to determine if one thing is dangerous or passive. Much like SCP uses designations to determine each SCP's threat level easily to prepare to encounter them more effectively.

Plus Designations are alternatives to names. Why? Because if you name something, you or the other forms an attachment to the name.

No attachment, no emotional scuff.

No emotional scuff, means easier times to conduct rather... unethical and cruel experiments without the hassle of morality.

It's SCIENCE after all, science has no time or room for morality. At least in IRIS's thought process I guess.

That thought is hammered in with the person (I'm guessing head researcher for that experiment) making a comment of having to remind everyone the reasons why they do what they do and to think of the great rewards at the end of the day!

As if the dead would have to worry about it. But it's interesting to think about what the experiment could be in a Sound Vacuum room. Is it really a vacuum of no sound entering or leaving the room? Or merely a name because they couldn't think of anything else that relates to sound and blast high decibel noises in the room but does not escape those walls.

Which obviously means they used sound to see if the ATLR is rendered helpless to it or unaffected by it. We don't know the results of that but it did cost them a researcher. And if it was to see if sounds could render an ALTR's powers useless, that failed if it was immune to such a thing, or made it useless because it doesn't need sound to burrow into your head and commit unalive.

If not that, probably understood the researcher was probably using safety gear and the ALTR removed it from the scientist to let them suffer... whatever is going on in chamber.

As for the line 'Please update [blank] to [blank] status' I can think of two things at least.

Either its "Please update [ALTR] to [Keter] status" (I think its Keter for most dangerous class of SCPs. I'm not familiar with SCP, I apologize if I got it wrong)

Or

"Please update [Mr. Daly] to [deceased] status"... I'm just using Mr.Daly since that is the only name we ever got from these posts and someone died so, might as well update their file to dead since well, they're dead.

I'm not quite sure which one, both fit in pretty well in context but I am kinda leaning towards the ALTR's status being updated to a higher tier of danger class.

Either way, the leader of this team is rather much an ass with how dismissive he was for the death of one of his own. But again, science waits for no one and mortality has no bearings in the fields of unknown discoveries.

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I think that's about it for my current thoughts on these posts. There's probably a lot more to them that we're missing. But that's the fun of theory crafting, finding out all the little things you missed before when armed with new information.

What do you guys think? What could be hidden in these posts? And who is leaking them to the public. And if its being leaked, why on the official twitter and why hasn't IRIS removed them?

(...Be quick to screenshot and save the posts in case they do remove them in the future! We need files to look back to in the future!)

[starshinz]

ᜊ sdr2 cast watching a baby! contains spoilers for dr2!

sonia !! the ultimate princess!

she is sooo good with babies !!

she's surely had to take child care classes, and every baby she ever comes in contact with loves her.

she's the sweetest! most likely the best person to leave your baby with. there's not much to say, but she's very good with babies.

gundham !! the ultimate breeder!

i feel like he would be good with babies since he spends so much time with animals! he would pick up the practice pretty easily.

he let's all of his hamsters sniff the baby, but he's very cautious about how close the baby is allowed to them. he knows that the baby probably isn't old enough to control its strength, and he doesn't want his animals or the baby to get hurt.

he feeds the baby when he feeds his four dark devas. the baby is well-cared for and well fed.

as much as he may complain about how someone like him shouldn't be saddled with the task of caring for such a trivial thing, he's very sweet.

nagito !! the ultimate lucky student!

he's confused about why he's being handed a baby, and he refuses to care for it until he's forced. he doesn't want any harm to come to it while it's with him, so he does his best to avoid any possible danger.

nagito would probably gets struck by lightning while caring for the baby, but with his luck, the baby makes it out without a scratch. the baby also probably thinks it's the funniest thing in the world though.

he's very kind and the baby is well taken care of.

hajime !!

he's also very confused as to why he's being asked to watch a baby. he probably insists that he's no good at it, but he's probably one of the most reasonable people to give a baby to.

he can easily settle the baby down if its crying and he's very sweet to it. probably one of the only people to use a baby voice. he only does it when he's alone though, and he would die of mortification if someone heard him.

chiaki !! the ultimate gamer!

chiaki occupies the baby with video games. she might put on a video for the baby, or she just let's it watch her play her games. the baby definitely goes home with a headache or migraine because of the bright screen. she let's the baby lay next to her in bed, or in its crib, and she might fall asleep with it.

she probably forgets to eat sometimes due to her constant gaming, so she might forget to feed the baby. or it might help her remember to eat more often. the crying might signal that it's time to eat.

it was a fun experience, but she probably won't be given a baby again.

mikan !! the ultimate nurse!

she would be a good caretaker for a few minutes, but would then get distracted and begin caring for another patient.

she's easily able to multitask, so reasonably she would be able to take care of it and other people, but no parent wants their baby around a bunch of sick people.

she's probably one of the worst people to give the baby to. she'll have a panic attack.

hiyoko !! the ultimate traditional dancer!

she would not give a single fuck.

anything taking attention away from her needs to go away immediately.

i feel like she would grow attached, and refuse to give the baby back. she claims the baby is a "mini-me" of her, even if it looks nothing like her.

she dances for it, and the baby looooves it. the beautiful movements and pretty clothes she wears entertains the baby very easily.

she has someone else change the baby.

mahiru !! the ultimate photographer!

she's very sweet. she might not be the best caretaker, but she has the spirit! the baby would be very content with her, but she might not know exactly what she's doing.

she glares at any males who try and come near her and the baby, immediately making them back off. it doesn't matter even if they're coming over to help, she insists that she can do it on her own.

nekomaru !! the ultimate team manager!

i feel like he would be a good baby watcher. he could easily hold a baby and instruct his teams to do what they need to do. he would look kind of silly while holding a baby, but he wouldn't understand what was so funny about it.

a very well fed and well taken care of baby. it just falls asleep in his arms, content to be held.

he yells quite a lot, so i'm sure he would upset the baby at least a few times with his loud voice. he wakes it up from its naps and then he has to rock it back to sleep.

akane !! the ultimate gymnast!

she might be a good caretaker! but as soon as the baby gets in the way of her training, she's at least a little agitated.

she makes sure that it's well fed and taken care of. she'll also make sure it's changed as soon as it becomes dirty ( due to her very strong sense of smell ), because she couldn't stand the stench of a dirty diaper.

she puts the baby in a chair / stroller / walker in view of her workout and assumes that's good enough.

fuyuhiko !! the ultimate yakuza!

i can't decide if he would love or hate babies.

if he loves them, he would be very quiet about it and would deny it if anyone questioned him. he has a younger sibling so i'm sure he's at least somewhat used to being around children younger than him, but i'm not sure if he would be good with them. fuyuhiko would definitely go to peko and ask for help.

if he hates them, he would just stare at the baby and be confused as to what he was supposed to do with this.. thing. he wouldn't just leave it by itself though. he would make sure it was well taken care of and he would do everything he could to make sure it didn't cry.

peko !! the ultimate swordswoman!

i'm not sure how well she would do with babies. she might secretly love them but not be able to express that. if she's alone with the baby, she might coo at it and rock it back and forth.

she would protect the baby with her life. it's probably the most physically safe with her. peko would undoubtedly be one of the best people to ask to watch a baby.

ibuki !! the ultimate musician!

ibuki would definitely sing to the baby, but then get confused as to why it starts crying. ( it's crying because of how loud the music is 😭 )

after she realized ( someone probably told her ) that the music was too loud for the little babies eardrums, she lowers her volume and sings it a lullaby.

ibuki wouldn't mean to cause the baby any harm, but she would probably cause ear damage somehow. or she would almost drop the baby. she would also probably forget to change it, and complain about how bad it smells.

kazuichi !! the ultimate mechanic!

kazuichi would probably just put the baby down and then forget about it. he would get so distracted focusing on his latest mechanical fixation, that he would just forget that he was supposed to be watching a baby.

i feel like kazuichi is the type to forget to eat when he's fixing things, so he would also probably forget to feed the baby. and change it.

whoever the baby's parent/s are, are not going to be happy with him when they pick their child up.

byakuya !! the ultimate affluent progeny! the ultimate imposter!

see, they might be good with babies. i feel like it could go either way. probably like fuyuhiko, where they say they don't care for babies ( that's a very byakuya thing to say ), but they do care about them.

they would make funny faces for the baby and pinch the baby's cheeks ( and reluctantly the baby pinch theirs if no one is around to witness it ).

they would never forget to feed the baby. honestly, they might overfeed it a bit, but not enough that the baby would get sick.

teruteru !! the ultimate cook!

don't let him near children. i hate him. ick.

[zozo-01]

"you wanna work till sun up? (not on my watch.)"

For both my lil 200 followers special and because she's been giving so many fic gems to everyone, I give our lovely Doctor @romirola some Milo/Sweetheart comfort!!!

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Was it a good idea for Sweetheart to take on all of their squads paperwork? Probably not, but one person in their squad just had a baby, and another needed to race home to get ready for a concert. The files need to be filed and their bosses need to be satisfied, so if there was no one available, then why should they not take this burden?

Sure, they had been working all day (and all last week), but it was just typing up some documents. How bad can it be?

That was before the clock struck 3 AM, and they still had pages left to fill and they were blacking out every three seconds and Milo was still not home because the pack had received a long job for a big pay day. The words have begun to blend together, and Sweetheart didn't know if it was because their brain was fuzzy or their eyes were tearing up. It was getting too much, but they've already made this commitment and they will see it done.

They head their head in their hands, trying to massage the creeping migraine away. Sweetheart just needs a few more minutes of painless peace and they'll be able to power through. Alas, the headache just kept coming back and the one man who could fix it wasn't wrapping his arms around them.

Fuck, they need Milo more than anything.

Teardrops fell onto the page Sweetheart was looking at as they thought about their mate. They could themselves all they want, pretending Milo was behind them, kissing their neck and whispering to them it would all be ok. But he wasn't and they need to stop whining about his desperately needed presence and focus on their fucking work.

They slapped their cheeks and wiped their tears, burying their nose back into their work. And if the lock to their front door opened and someone walked inside the house, Sweetheart didn't hear it over the pounding in their brain.

The stealth used whatever reserve magic they had left in them to push their body past its own limit. Anything to get the work done, even if it meant suffering through MDS later on. (They'll push through that too.)

"Sweetheart?"

Oh how wonderful, they were already suffering through MDS. They're absolutely hallucinating.

Cool hands played with their hair and they wonder if maybe they're not hallucinating. "Baby, it's 3 AM in the goddamn mornin'. What are you doin' up?"

They hummed in relief, the pounding in their head finally slowing down. "Paperwork... gotta get it done for tomorrow..." Their words slurred into one mess, and had Milo not been a wolf, what his mate had said would have been incomprehensible.

"The fuck not you ain't." Milo saved whatever was on Sweetheart laptop, closed it and pulled their body into his. He picked them up and carried them over to their bed. "Always workin' your pretty ass off, but now that pretty ass needs some sleep." He smiled at the grumble they let out against his chest.

Milo put them down and Sweetheart finally felt the painless peace they wanted. They hummed in delight when they felt Milo's arms wrap around them and buried themselves in his chest.

"Thank you Milo... love ya..." Their voice trailed off and they finally went to sleep.

He kissed their forehead, whispering, "I love you" against their hair. He took in his mate's comforting scent and was on his way to dream land.

[sophiamcdougall]

So to sum up

This was yesterday: * Wake up with a migraine * Take the last of my "emergency supply" of ADHD meds * Contact Boots to say 'hey, remember how you decided not to bother to reorder my medication, didn't tell me and left me to run out? Well, you said you'd text me when it came in and you haven't, what's up?" * Boots doesn't have my meds * Boots is fucking rude about it too * Already upset. HAHA I know nothing. * Call another pharmacy. Discover that the fucking global shortage of ADHD meds has struck again * Call all the other pharmacies. * Nothing. *Call GP *GP says to call the psychiatric clinic * Tell GP: "They WILL say there is nothing they can do and to call you back." *GP says to call the psychiatric clinic *[Still migraine] *Time to start work! I have a document to edit this afternoon! * Call psychiatric clinic. Psychiatric clinic does not answer. Says to call in office hours. It is office hours *Call psychiatric clinic several more times *[I hate making phonecalls! They make me stressed and uncomfortable!] *Psychiatric clinic answers. Psychiatric clinic says there is nothing they can do and to call the GP back. *Call GP back. *GP says "Oh, you're completely out of meds"?? as if this was a surprise. *GP says they will try to get me an urgent referral to the psychiatrist to get me prescribed something else. * I say I don't! particularly! want! to do that! I just want my normal, boring medication and even if the 40 and 60mg pills are out, might it not be available in another dosage somewhere? *GP, who keeps interrupting me literally every two seconds, to the extent that I think less "man" and more "honestly needs to read the description for the condition we're talking about" has apparently not thought of that. Will call me back *Edit document *[Still migraine] *GP somehow manages to interrupt me several more times to tell me they're trying to do Things which is nice but not! helpful! when you are trying to edit a document WITH A MIGRAINE! *GP finally says that while there is no way on God's earth to get me 120 mgs of my medication, I CAN get 100mg. Which you'd think we could maybe have got to SEVERAL HOURS AGO but OK. GP spends a long time arguing with me that this is a good idea even though I am not arguing back and agree with him. *Finish editing document. Time to go to GP, to get new prescription for 100 mg! Troubles nearly at end! *Migraine maybe fading? * SLAM foot into large box where keep craft supplies. * Wait for pain to subside. * It doesn't. * Think toes are broken. Can't walk. *Have to walk. GP about to close. GP not on bus route. *Hobble, gasping and wincing half a mile to GP. Hobble, gasping and wincing (and occasionally singing Italian pop music under my breath to take mind off pain because it's That Bad and we do what we got to do at this point) further half mile to Pharmacy. *Walking mile not good for foot definitely at all. * Pharmacists watch me limp into their shop in obvious dismay. "Hi!" I say brightly "This is unrelated to why I'm here!" * Pharmacy interested in toes. Says maybe toes aren't broken? Aren't black. *I agree maybe I'm making a silly fuss and only later think that it had been less than an hour at this point and despite what fanfic will tell you, injuries take longer than that to GO black.¹ *Get my 100mgs of meds. *Limp to bus stop, * Get home. Eat a consolatory ice lolly. *Hobble to bathroom to wash hands *Inexplicably, just to add baffling insult to ludicrous injury, a pile of towels falls on my head.

[¹Today still not black, but still cannot walk and even the weight of bedclothes unbearable -- they're broken as fuck.]

[my-book-list]

The School Of Extraordinary Lovers

Louis smiles. “Let’s pretend it’s the good ole days and you could slay a vampire without repercussions. I want you to take your best shot,” he says, sinking into a subtle crouch. “Just be aware. It’s life or death. Don’t fuck it up.” “I won’t,” Harry says, and then, as quickly as possible, he mutters a binding spell. Louis sees it coming, but he isn’t fast enough. Not faster than the speed of sound. He makes it about three quarters of the way to Harry before the spell takes effect. He hits his knees, wincing like he’s been struck with a crippling migraine. Harry feels a momentary, victorious rush, but that’s a mistake. He doesn’t realise that Louis is close enough to grab him by the ankle, which he does. He presses his hand to Louis’ chest, directs a wave of magic — of his own regenerative life force — out through his palm. And Louis is blown back. His ankle still smarting, Harry scrambles for a twig in the snow. He just manages to whisper the right words before Louis is on him again, his shirt tattered, his torso singed but healing. The back of Harry’s head hits the snow, the force knocking the wind from his already breathless lungs, and he is pinned with Louis’ hand on his throat. When the snow clears, they’re left looking at one another. Louis’ eyes are nearly black. He tilts his head down, peering between their bodies at the magically forged dagger Harry has positioned at his heart, and then he looks at Harry again. Louis asks, “What are you waiting for?” “Could ask you the same thing,” Harry says hoarsely. Louis clenches his jaw. “I could kill you right now.” “Maybe I’ll kill you first.” “Then do it.” Alarmingly, Harry would rather cry. His skin feels flushed. He’s feverish and the snow beneath him doesn’t help. He’s frustrated for reasons he can’t name. He glances at Louis’ mouth and loosens his hold on the blade. “Louis.” Quite suddenly, they’re kissing

out of my system by louis tomlinson

“You said you didn’t think about me at all while you were away,” Harry says. “How often, then?” “Occasionally,” Louis says. It takes considerable effort not to laugh. “You’re a shit liar.” by @stylinsoncity on ao3

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[headingalaxys-spicy]

Can we have Yandere Demon America, England and China with a Caipora that has been tormenting them for weeks so that they retreat from their forest?

Caipora are protective beings, usually in female form, who act as protectors of Brazilian fauna and flora, deceiving or terrorizing hunters who kill more animals than necessary.

I got to dig a little with Brazilian lore thanks for that Anon. Hope you enjoy!

🇺🇸 America 🇺🇸

Another round of trees combusted against the midnight sky. Orange, red, and dark grey permeated the air with violent vitriol. His jet-black hair rustled within the cackling fires that feasted on the trees. Al was irritated he was approaching unbridled rage. His boulder-like fists clenched tighter as he watched shimmery blue & silver water droplets diminish his flames.

“God DAMMIT!”

He channeled his rage into his right hand. It struck a tree through its trunk. As his hand crippled the silk cotton tree, he hoisted it up onto his shoulders like a barbell. As Alfred’s body lurched forward to throw the tree, he could not move his muscles.

“UGH! The FUCK!?!” his shout infuriated the nerves of those who protected the pristine forests of Brazil. He begins to feel the hefty weight of the gigantic tree.

The air in the greenwood had become tense.

It now lacked oxygen, and it lacked life.

A cracking sound reached the demon's pointed ears. As his eyes swung low to see if he could pinpoint where his target was, the tree snapped in half. Several truckloads of dirt completely buried him.

Y/N, the small but mighty protector of the lush woods, scoffs. She lets up a hand signal to her underlings to follow her secret command. They all set up iridescent crystals that look like they’d been plucked straight from the ocean. They’d made quick work of placing them strategically on the dirt ball. Once finished, they made off like dragonflies gliding up the trees. They started a chant barely above the decibels of a pen dropping on pillows. Masses of pastel bubbles sprang to life from the ground and the sky. They gracefully swarmed around the general vicinity, creating a barrier so that no creature could get in and no demon could escape. The pastel bubbles glowed in bright sunlight, allowing the yellows, blues, pinks, and all the other colorful hues to encase the area.

The head Caipora, still atop the dirt, tapped her foot as she waited eagerly. When the chanting ceased, she knew it was time. She pulled out a daisy that had a crystal button at its center.

Alfred had suddenly felt several hundred, no … thousands of strings piercing all sides of his body. He couldn’t move. He also could scream.

Heat. All he could feel, in addition to the stabs, was heat that began to burn brighter like the sun, as if it were being steadily turned up by a dimmer. Blood started to pool in his lungs and made its way to his mouth. It was evaporated by the now-burning inferno consuming him.

The daisy detonator combusted from the outside, sending pollen, dirt, and a few blood droplets across the forest floor.

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

The rising sun stung his eyes and ruined the tiny bits of peace he had while being unconscious. He was having difficulties reincarnating his limbs, which had never grown back this slowly before, and he had an awful migraine slamming into his head. Off in the distance, his eyes were able to catch the beauty of the forest he’d been pining for. She was holding a spear and shooting warning bullets from her eyes. Alfred smiled back smugly, swishing his only halfway there tail.

“You might have won the battle. But you have not won the war!”

🇨🇳 China 🇨🇳

A red flash in the bushes blinded a few birds and woodland animals on the ground. Some squirrels had lost their balance, fallen, and become injured. It was starting again: seventeen days, seventeen days and counting.

You despised the red lights and the extended nights tending to the wounded, injured, and ill. The strange red flashes harmed the flora & fauna to varying degrees. It was exhausting evading all of the magical jade nets, healing your land as it had become sick, and trying to think of ways you could put an end to this menace that was hellbent on capturing you and making your life pure misery. You also attempted not to overthink the reports of the demon that had been spotted stalking the vicinity. It was difficult not to connect the sighting to the misfortunes beginning due to his sudden presence. He was messing with the balance of the ecosystem while pursuing you.

As you began to heal another tapir who had been a victim of the red lights, you could hear heavy boots crunching on the leaves and sticks a few yards away. Its pace was quick & like that of a cat stalking its prey. It was preparing to close in.

A few of the other Caiporas standing guard outside came in to alert you of the looming threat. You’d signaled for them to be in half-battle & half-defense positions. The fauna that still needed assistance would need protection from the menace. As Yao began to get closer to your woodland sanctum, the tension within the place rose. You’d seen, along with others in the room the top parts of horns peering in the area of the safe haven. Animals began to shuffle silently into the lower levels of the sacred sanctum. At least the undergrounds would make it easier to evade prying eyes. The horns seemed to pause for a moment. You’d feared detection with the vulnerable patients you had been within the demon's path.

All of your enchanted candles had been extinguished.

To avoid being detected, it was too late.

The roof of your sanctum began to quiver & crumble from the forces outside. You were ready to go on the offensive within a few seconds. You had your spear and magic gems at the ready. The demon with a stylishly sleek ponytail had a smirk on his face that you knew meant trouble. There was a disturbance in the forest. High-pitched sonars tore into eardrums. It brought Agouti and a few more tapir down to the ground as they entered freeze mode.

The rage that had only been at a simmer now boiled over. You despised jerks who sought to plunder & collect for their entertainment. You blinked in code what offensive you wanted to begin. However, the defensive Caipora made the ill & wounded invisible as they completed the transport underground. Arrows had already been fired at the shoulders, eyes, and arms into Yao & some of his demon henchmen accompanying him. A few had fallen, with more still to be knocked out. You and your team still had to evade the crystal jade cages. One nearly had you when you were right next to Yao’s shoe. Close to his grasp but still far, you began running circles around him. If these didn’t work he’d triumphantly take you away with his bare hand. As his hand graced the top of your fiery red hair, you pulled out your violet gem. Within the gem, it had a petal from a borrachero shrub. You’d gotten it from one of your fae friends in a neighboring woodland in Columbia. It was activated with a swift swipe of your hand.

Just as his hand clamped around your body, spores from the borrachero petal swarmed up and around his face. He wasn’t able to avoid inhaling the hallucinogenic particles. It also didn’t help that you’d managed to stab his palm. It was an added sodium sickness into his open wound. Dizziness and the feeling of not sleeping in over a month hit Yao like a truck. The effects of the devil's breath plant overtook him swiftly. He grunted and barely registered that he’d been stabbed. Just as he was about to fall onto the sanctum, his body disintegrated into millions of green and pink iridescent pollen particles. The particles materialized miles outside of the forest. Y/N the Caipora had officially banished him forever.

It would take Yao 3 weeks to have a coherent thought. He will find himself in his bed in the underworld with his attendants. He will be none too pleased with how his henchmen tell him that he’s been defeated and can’t re-enter the scared woodland.

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 England 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

Y/N was having a difficult time keeping up with the mischievous red-headed demon. He’d managed to destroy the barrier. That meant that it was possible for him even to drain all the helicona flowers. It was already concerning that an estimated 15% were missing or found drained of its life forces. All of this happened within only the span of the last two hours. That meant Arthur was keen on harming more than just the forest, the magical beings that protected it. If he wasn’t stopped soon, that implied that you’d be turned to stone for one hundred years, you and the other guardians of the forest.

As you tumbled through the trees. Your heart thundered in your ears as dread filled your stomach.

There was a noticeable absence of bugs, birds, and other animals from the ground and within the trees. The further you surveyed your surroundings the more lonely and dead it became. Trees appeared to be chared from varying degrees. There also seemed to be an infestation coming from within. A neon green goo bubbled out from the veins of the trees like boiling water. The icky stream groggily climbed upwards.

Your reflexes sprung you above the treeline like a frightened cat. It was dangerous to be below it, for that wicked demon enchanted the trees. Your blood was burning just like the toxic goo that was spewing from the trees. You summoned your sacred book. There was no way you would let an unruly demon destroy your forest.

An intense, sharp pain pierces your side. The small shriek you let out brought a shit-eating grin to the red-headed demon.

“There you are my precious dear.~”

His tail shoots out for you like a ravenous viper, practically dying for its next meal. You struggled within his grip as he reeled you in. Arthur’s verdant eyes marveled at you like one would with a newly carved diamond. He stroked your ruby red hair, while doing so a firecracker burst in his hand. The kaleidoscopic colors temporarily blinded the demon and freed you from his grasp. A Rufous-bellied thrush swooped in to catch you. It brought you back to the base of a Kapok tree. Another Caipora along with many others already had battle plans ready to undo the demons spells. As you got up from the back of the bird you held your side.

A team of healer elves rush to tend to you. The second Caipora in command gave you a reassuring smile. They head off with their A-Team in tow.

Extinguishers dispelled the cursed goo that was making the land feel ill. It was too late to save some of the magical beings that had become nothing but bone that had become brittle and turned into dust.

The second in command was preoccupied tending to a curupira <male version> who could be saved from the effects of the starved sludge. The evil from beneath the ground was back and was intent on destroying the forest and claiming Y/N. He kicked a few animals and a Caipora into a shallow puddle of the acidity muck. Arthur was about to flatten your right hand when an arrow had gone through to his boot. When he took it off to check he was stunned by the tiny arrow he used for you. It gave him pain that was similar to that of an axe trying to chop off part of his heel. The grin that was crazed and parched for blood he fell to the ground. Some of his skin sizzled from the goo on the ground. His consciousness fading to black but before it did so he saw you approach with a staff in hand.

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

When Arthur came to he knew he wasn’t successful because he failed to obtain you. As his barely their body still needed a lot of time to heal. His eyes glided up towards the entrance of the forest and as he reached out his feeble hand that shook…

*ZAP!*

Lightning struck his hand. He was forever banished from the land.

[clatterbane]

The next thing up is another day in that new outpatient surgery hell scheduled for Tuesday. 🤨

I did go ahead and successfully ask for some premedication. Ended up just telling the doctor when he came by after the procedure that I really wasn't sure if I could make myself come back, due to some past experiences elsewhere (making sure to emphasize that everyone had been great there, even as fried as my brain was by that point). I really hate feeling like my autistic ass is forced to play some kind of multidimensional manipulative social chess to try and get some needs met, which is tricky enough when I am in much better form than I was after that day. But, it apparently worked. The guy did actually seem sympathetic when my composure kinda broke down talking to him, and frankly he had probably already heard about my little PTSD meltdown earlier. I was afraid that would hurt me in general, but maybe not so much.

I now have some Oxascand waiting, which I am supposed to take far enough in advance that I am not sure how much effect there will still be by the time I even get to the hospital. (Also planning some preemptive Tylenol and take more along with me for after, as much musculoskeletal pain as my bendy ass ended up in from being stuck on a fucking gurney for hours last time. It always hurts to lie flat on my back, and I also kept ending up there. Felt like I had been hit by a truck, which probably struck my previously broken butt before sending me flying. Plus the inevitable effects of their Migraine Potion after the procedure, while I'm stuck there under fluorescent lights for at least a couple more hours before they'll let me go. Gonna bring along some cough drops and a rescue inhaler too, because coughing with the throat irritation from the damn anesthesia trach tube set off my asthma last time. Thankfully that did calm down on its own, but jfc. Do not need.)

Especially given the way my adrenaline-charged system seems to blast through benzos. But, at least that will hopefully help me get out the door to go to Lund for their early morning outpatient surgery cattle call. Idk about the hours of waiting until they wheel me back, but hopefully that will be slightly more bearable now that I do know what to expect. The premedication will at least hopefully help keep my white coat blood pressure down enough that this doesn't lead to more delays. Not surprisingly, the first reading they took while I was still sorta melting down was high enough that they waited to get a less alarming one.

The gastro endoscopy people really did burn through most of the trust they had managed to earn with this latest poor communication shitshow, I tell you what. I was down to mild dread of a quick unpleasant procedure before this, but I am back to looping unhelpful thoughts at the prospect of another round like the last one. Even going back in with a much better idea of what to expect, and prepare for.

And yes, it's starting up before the weekend for a Tuesday repeat.

I do at least trust them to be competent, try not to hurt me, and actually talk to me like I am a living human being rather than an annoyance. That is much better than I could say for the bunch I was stuck dealing with in the UK. That unfortunately still doesn't completely override the dread of being trapped in a fucking surgical unit pretty much all day.

[apricotsunsetromance]

"i dream of you. all i do, is dream of you."

*cracks knuckles* ok fuck it, no beta reader, we die buried in the typos

AN: TruAnj implications, set during Fu's meddling just shy of bringing Trunks into the mix;; Anju's usual cynicism is it's own warning, enjoy some semi fluffy sweet Bunny trying to navigate whether her feelings are platonic or romantic.

The plan was to get home.

But plans seldom ever go the way one wills them to.

Anju knew this, after all, plenty of plans went awry whether she was the brains behind them or not--often times going awry simply because she'd been the one to think it up in the first place.

A pout nested it's way onto her features first thing in the morning, the mug of coffee--her second, or perhaps even her sixth if you counted the ones prior to sunrise--steaming in front of her as her gaze stayed starkly focused on the window in her line of sight.

Staring out at the green of Capsule Corp's lawn.

Normally, that was home to her. Bulma and Trunks had welcomed her with open arms so easily...that she couldn't deny it. This was the place she felt the safest.

But 'home' wasn't Capsule Corp. Or at the very least not this version of Capsule Corp.

Time travel she used to think was a simple thing. Input coordinates, let the machine do it's thing and bam, you'd be where ever and whenever you needed to be. That was how that was meant to work.

But as with careful planning, nothing ever went according to plan.

The time machine was no exception, she found. And for Anju, that was more a curse than a blessing.

And here she was. The rowdy redhead scoffed as finally, the usual bustle here in the...far forward reaches of the future she guessed? Time travel was not a simple thing at all. It gave her a headache to try and wrap her mind around how she ended up here.

Anju thought it was set to bring her to the past.

Before the Androids struck, to be specific.

Instead, she was here. With a Bulma who knew of another version of the redhead who went through way more and way worse. In a whole ass timeline where the matter of the androids was one done and over with. Wrapped up nicely and with no lingering questions to be had. No doubt over whether they weren't out there, still, ready to commit atrocities the likes of which this timeline hadn't seen.

Anju couldn't help but be bitter over it. Here she was, stranded in a timeline not her own. With a version of Bulma who at least was aware of the time machine--of time travel to begin with.

She took some solace in that fact, at least.

That solace was short lived of course by the time the Prince of Saiyans paraded himself into the kitchen, Bulma in tow. Her headache was quickly becoming a full on migraine now. She cared not what the married couple was bickering over--chances were high it was that stupid gravity machine again. Chances were even higher that it would be the redhead's job later on to fix it again.

But she was not about to stay put just to be forcefully volunteered for that task yet again, gripping her mug as she retreated to the guest room that she'd settled on as hers.

Setting her mug on her nightstand, Anju was quick to fall back onto the mattress below her. Arms behind her head as she sucked in a breath, releasing it in a loud and annoyed sigh.

Her eye lids closed briefly, relief slowly pulling her down into the depths of sleep. Something the mecha junkie seemed to run from with the same vigor as she did the androids....

Her eyebrows scrunched up as her mind flashed back to what she was forced to leave behind.

Who she was forced to leave behind.

Rolling over with a huff, she found herself on her stomach--face staunchly buried into the fluff of her pillow.

Guilt clouded the recesses of her mind, a haze that ascribed shame and judgement onto her. What else could she have done though? Gohan, being the adult of the situation, made the correct choice. He chose her to be the messenger, entrusted that to her in a make or break situation.

One that was life or death, mind you.

Lucky her, that her current position made it easier to fight the guilt that welled inside her. Soothed her enough to allow her reprieve--as her mind swirled and welcomed a different face to come to mind. The only other one she'd been forced to leave behind thanks to the androids ambushing the trio before they could even pile into said Time Machine.

Bulma's son. Trunks.

The redhead's lips parted slightly in her sleep. A soft smile spreading ear to ear as peace radiated from her body.

That boy was the only one to bring the wild and untamable redhead into any semblance of peace. He radiated safety, security. There was no doubt to be found--when Trunks was determined to see something through, he would.

He was everything Anju aspired to be. And everything she could ever want.

Her arms coil around one of the excess pillows she's got on the guest bed, squeezing it to her body as she holds onto it tight--wishing with all her might that it was the person she missed most during this time. To be comforted by him right now....

Her days always seemed to start like this...

Her mind spiraling into dreams where the two were together again.

One day they would be. She'd make sure of it.

Not even a half baked plan falling apart would keep her away from him.

[caspercryptid]

I just want to add on here because I had an experience with this that, while awful and stressful, ended up applicable to both my mental health journey and my physical health journey, if anyone is seeking formal diagnosis for whatever reason.

I have fibromyalgia. Fibromyalgia is what is called a Diagnosis Of Exclusion. That means there is no test for fibro. There is tests for everything but fibro, and you have to go to every fucking doctor imaginable getting every test imaginable until they all come back negative. This is Fucking Expensive, and it sucks. It involves a lot of x-rays and blood tests, which are even more expensive. Allergy tests, also expensive. It was painful and awful and at the end of all of it I ended up at a pain center and they went "we would love to help, genuinely, but we need a fibro diagnosis to start treating you for fibro and we don't do that here" and I looked at the nurse and I just. Broke. I explained everything I'd been through and I ended up saying, fairly explicitly, "can you give me a referral to a doctor that will diagnose me with fibromyalgia"

And they did.

At the end of all of that was me saying the words "I need you to send me to a doctor that will BE WILLING TO GIVE ME THIS DIAGNOSIS" was the fucking miracle worker. So. For everyone dealing with this with psychiatry and psychology. Unfortunately this is a nightmarish awful process, and this advice may not be helpful to people who don't have the money or insurance to switch doctors. But if your doctor gives you this shit, drop them. Sometimes the practice you're going to will have another doctor on staff who does the same thing, call in and ask to see them instead. I have had to do this for migraines and adhd too! Sometimes you have to sit down in front of a doctor and go "I have been experiencing these symptoms and I am seeking this diagnosis so I can pursue treatment" and some doctors will hear you! It can be scary but you gotta say Treatment and not mention medications and usually that stops them from thinking you're drug-seeking.

Something I've also found helpful is to get a doctor on your side that isn't the one that can give you the diagnosis. Your primary care doctor would get bitchy if you tried to self dx with the flu without a test, but they're more likely to nod along if you describe adhd symptoms and say you're seeking an adhd diagnosis, and if you can get them on your side, they can write you a referral that will vouch for you, and then you can go to the psychologist and say "my primary care doctor sent me here for adhd symptoms" and then it's not you saying you have adhd! It's your primary care doctor! And they wouldnt get mad at a primary care doctor, would they???

Self-advocacy is fucking Hard and Awful and the deck is stacked against you but I just wanted to offer my own experience to offer a few tips for people who have the resources and to say that sometimes you do everything right and do everything they tell you to do and they still won't listen to you until you get another doctor on your side. And sometimes doctors outside the field of specialty can be the ones that are the most helpful (my primary care doctor was fantastic, and my physical therapist is actually who first went "Hey your reactions feel like fibro to me")

Good luck everyone, hope this was helpful, sorry OP for the long rambling reply this just really struck a chord with me— I haven't sought a formal diagnosis for autism even though I Know I have it because it wouldn't be helpful to me but i remember going through this with adhd and fibro and I learned a lot.

a while ago i attended this lecture on autism. guy in the audience said he had many of the symptoms that were presented and asked what should he do to get treatment and possibly a diagnosis. instead of answering his question the psychologist went on a tangent about how “the clinic reigns all powerful over guesswork”, and how actually it has become a trend amongst little children on the internet to claim that they are autistic for cool points, and that this hurts real autistic people. no she didn’t tell him how to get his symptoms looked into, she just made it very clear that to her, aknowledging your own symptoms is bad and evil and hurts the poor real mentally ill people.

an ex-friend of mine, then a psychology major and by now probably a full psychologist, once lectured me on how horrible and bad it was that i told her “i probably have some sort of neurodivergency”, and that if i were her patient she would never give me a diagnosis because “you aren’t like this now, but i know that if you get a diagnosis you’ll use it as an excuse to start treating people badly. that’s just how mentally ill people are.”

same ex-friend was extremely disgusted when she found out that fans sometimes make neurodivergency headcanons for characters that have the same symptoms as they do, and that authors sometimes write books with neurodivergent protagonists in stories that don’t focus on that (ex: she seemed horrified that percy jackson has adhd?)

multiple psychologists i’ve seen on facebook agree that they should refuse to treat patients that say “i’m here because i have symptoms of a disorder and wonder if i have it”, and that a patient should arrive to a psychologist as a blank slate.

school psychologist asked me how i was feeling about my trauma situation and i told him i thought my friends would leave me. instead of addressing the issue he said that that no i didn’t, that i was lying, that i had searched “bpd symptoms” online and now i was faking symptoms because i wanted to have bpd, that he shouldn’t have told me he suspected i had a personality disorder because now look what was happening. no, i didn’t search bpd symptoms online. yes, my friends left me, it was a completely founded belief and not a symptom, let alone a faked symptom.

so the next time you hear someone saying they’re “anti self-diagnosis” i want you to understand what they’re saying. what they’re saying is:

- i don’t want people to be aware of their own symptoms

- i don’t think my patients should have access to any information that doesn’t come from me

- i don’t think neurodivergent people should learn how to cope with their symptoms and live “normal” lives

- i think neurodivergent people should be denied a diagnosis because the moment they get one they will become evil and dangerous

- i don’t think people who don’t look like a stereotype could possibly be neurodivergent, even if they have all the symptoms, so i think they are faking it for attention and should be denied treatment

[starlingsrps]

nicest kids in town.

adam is going to kill his friends. all of them. 

he sent very simple instructions to the group chat a week ago announcing the switch of the group costume from stranger things to the cast of the corny collins show (he had been struck with a bolt of inspiration after coming across hairspray on a hungover sunday). there had been ample time for people to switch their costumes but as people arrive at his apartment to meet for their bar crawl it becomes apparent that none of his friends can fucking read.

“okay but you changed you mind like five times before you even settled on stranger things,” grady points out, in full eddie munson gear. the wig is a nightmare but adam can’t fully say he isn’t kind of into the rest. “how the fuck were we supposed to know that you would change it again?”

adam gives him a dark look in the hall mirror as he combs his hair back again. just because they’re phoning it in doesn’t mean he will - he doesn’t know when he’ll wear a turquoise brocade suit jacket again but he’ll figure it out. “if any of you read my fucking texts-“

“you text us like thirty times a day,” maiya says from her post in the doorway. she’s dressed as nancy wheeler, another one of his friends with the worst fucking wig he’s ever seen. “i mostly tune you out unless it’s in caps or you send a moira rose gif.”

“fuck both of you, my texts are a delight.” the doorbell rings and he glares at it. “well let’s see if anyone else can read.”

there’s a sleep paralysis demon and a giant at the door. when the rage fades, he realizes that it’s lane wearing all black with christmas lights strung around him and the alphabet taped to his shirt and eve in a full body one piece unitard.

“goddamnit, you didn’t read my texts either?!”

lane shrugs and edges past him. “you didn’t put it in caps. beer me, mai!”

“and what the goddamn fuck are you?” he asks eve, barring her from entry. 

“the depiction of untreated mental illness,” she says, her voice muffled until she pulls off the hood. “it’s a statement.”

“we’re supposed to be the cast of the corny collins show.”

“i thought it was golden girls?”

“three weeks off, babe,” grady yells from the couch.

he needs liquor. 

after two shots of tequila, the rage moves to a simmer but spikes again as there’s a polite knock at the door. cecelia. only cecelia knocks like that and he knows cecelia has to read his texts. with hope in his heart, he sails to the door to open it and almost cries.

cecelia, wearing a vintage fifties dress that she probably purposefully bought for this and a perfect beehive, hands him a bottle of wine and kisses him on the cheek. “happy halloween! it was corny collins, right?”

he accepts the wine and wraps her in a bear hug. “it was!” he spies oliver behind her, wearing a sweater vest with his hair combed back and he guesses that’s close enough. “thank god you two can read. UNLIKE THE REST OF YOU.”

“fuck off cornelius!” 

“fuck off munson!” he yells back. “thank you, cee. get in here, we’re just waiting on gus and phoebe.”

“where’s-“

“trick or treating, migraine, has better things to do, handing out candy and will maybe meet us later,” he says, ticking off matthew, naomi, alexei, and irene’s current locations.

“phoebe says she and gus are outside,” the specter of untreated mental illness announces. “they’ll meet us downstairs.”

cell phones and go cups are gathered for the walk to the bars. grady slaps him on the ass and eve needs lane to guide her down the stairs with her hood up but they’ve had more eventful trips down his stairs - he’ll take it.

“are you fucking kidding me?!” he yells as they burst out of his front door. “do any of you read anything i ever send?”

phoebe, wearing some selkie creation with elbow length gloves and a little tiara, cocks her head. “weren’t we doing bridgerton?”

“i am going to rip all of you to fucking pieces.”

gus shrugs. “we found the vest and had to use it.” 

he’s grown out his sideburns for this.

jesus christ.

“i will choke you with that vest.”

“i think he looks handsome,” phoebe says, her arm around his waist. god he hates couples. straight couples mostly but dear god.

“fuck all of you,” adam says, marching down the street. “i’m going to go get drunk enough to forget what traitors you all are.”

[kittenwalker]

The Evans getting turned on by you.

notes : hiya i’m starting a series where it would be how the Evans (Evan, Tate, Kit, Franken Kyle, Frat boy Kyle, Jimmy, James and Kai) would react to you doing something and requests would be greatly appreciated, thank you!! xxx

here’s a little preview, xxx

Evan Peters :

- wearing his clothes really turn him on ( but he would definitely rather you naked ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° ) )

- preferably his shirts or hoodies, it would look very baggy and long on you and Evan would find that hot.

- he thinks you wearing his clothes is like a marking that your his

- you would walk out of the shower, his shirt draping over your small frame

- Evan would see you and dramatically gasp and act like he fainted then running over to you like a little kid 

- “ you look wonderful in my clothes, you should wear them more often “ he said in a low grunt then he unexpectedly picked you up and put you over his shoulder. Making you shriek, surprising you with the swift move. After carefully laying you down, he would smother you in kisses.

- it would either end up with cuddles or a steamy, segssy time

Tate Langdon : 

- seeing you choke on his cock pushes him off the edge

- he loves deep-throating and fucking your mouth

- likes to see you go all the to the base of his dick and gagging on it

- “ Come on y/n, you can fit it all the way you’ve done it before “ he says encouraging you to take him whole. You opened up your throat pushing the rest of his cock into your mouth, closing your mouth around it and hollowing out your cheeks. Tate would throw back his head in pleasure, accidentally pulling your hair in the process. After a few more thrust into your mouth, he would release his load into your mouth. “ Good girl, and now good girls get rewarded. “

- he would then continue to pleasure you as a exchange for sucking him off

Kit Walker :

- he thinks you look hot being angry ( like literally when your on fire, he’ll think your hot. get the pun? ok i’ll stop )

- he would cut you off in the middle of your rant or argument and just kiss you to make you shut up. Making you so confused but going along with it.

- “ My boss made me do another shift tomorrow even though I specifically told him I was busy the next day! ” you shouted out of frustration, putting both your hands onto your temples. Massaging them so you wouldn’t get a migraine. “ Well did ya tell em again that you’re not available the following day? ” “ Yes, yes I did Kit! But that bastard ignored it.” you replied, kicking the pillow in front of you. You kept going on about how your boss was an ass, until Kit couldn’t take it anymore. He crashed his lips on to yours, making you stop talking. “ Thought ya take the hint when my eyes was going all over you “ he muttered in a deep voice while making love bites on your neck. “ Let’s take this to the room, yea doll? ”

- would only want to pleasure you so that your mind could take time off after being angry

Frat boy Kyle Spencer :

- he loves to see you dress up sexy

- roaming his hands over your body

- shooting you with compliments left and right

- would want to just ditch the event you were getting ready for

- walking out of the your room, you asked Kyle to open his eyes then giving him a twirl. He would look absolutely star struck, eyeing your black silk dress exposing a bit of your breast. His hands roaming all over your frame, he leaned into kiss you but you backed away knowing his trick. “ Nonono, I know what you’re tryna do, one kiss and we’re not leaving hmph? ” “ Maybe let’s just skipped this one, please babe. “ he pleaded but you shook your head “ Nope I spent way too long getting ready for it to go to waste, c’mon let’s go .” you walked away from his grip, hearing him groan.

- he would make a fuss out of it and try to leave the party early

Franken Kyle Spencer :

- he doesn’t really understand what getting turned on is

- but he loves your love bites and bobbies

- he would then get hard but he wouldn’t know why so you’ll help him take care of it

- you were helping Kyle bathe and he would beg you to come in with him. Mostly because he feels shy being naked under your gaze, so if you don’t shower with him. He’ll just pull you in so that now you’ll be wet and mind as well take a shower. But it’ll turn south because it would just end up with you two making out in the bathroom. “ Suc-ck n-neck ” he’ll say so you'd give give him hickies and you would do as told. He plays with your breast while you’re sucking on his neck, kneading them like dough and pinching your hard nipples.

- you would also just end up having shower sex because Kyle would be too impatient

Jimmy Darling :

- dirty talk is his thang

- you in silk lingerie would make in make him do flips

- you moaning while his fingering you

- honestly just combine all of the above and he would drop dead

- you would notice Jimmy being tense up the whole day due his new act that he is going to perform tonight. So you decided to give him a little treat in the caravan at the end of the day. 12.33 am, Jimmy would be coming back soon so you slipped on his favourite lingerie set. Then you’d lay in a sexy position on his bed, waiting for him to walk in. “ Hey darling I’m bac- woah ” his eyes opening wide, definitely not expecting this. “ Like what you see? ” walking up to him and palming him while whispering into his ear. “ Let me take care of you tonight alright? ” you said while kneeling down

- he would definitely give you aftercare

James Patrick March : 

- lovessss to see you beg and call him zaddy

- would purposely do something out of your favour just to see you beg

- while having sex you’ll have to call him daddy or you would get punished ( sometimes you would intentionally disobey him so he could punish you, which is usually spanking. ) 

- “ Do you want me inside of you my dearest? ” he said, teasing you. You nodded hungry for attention at your cunt. “ Use you pretty mouth dear, come on, beg for it .” “ Daddy please enter me, I really need you to make me come. ” “ Good girl y/n ” James praises

- you usually are exhausted after sex, so James would clean you up and tuck you into bed. 

- Giving you a goodnight kiss on the forehead 

Kai Anderson :

- he likes it when you sit on his lap

- you would see him working very hard for his cult that day and would want to distract him a bit ( but would deeply regret it after )

- when he is working, you asked if you could on his lap and he would let you but you couldn’t distract him too much.

- testing the waters, you moved around trying to grind him but just said you’re trying to get comfortable.

- you knows he enjoys it but he also had a lot of work to complete

- you could feel him getting hard underneath, so you would full-on grind him until he got mad and carries you into the bedroom.

- he then violently throws you on to the bed and makes sure you learned your lesson to never do it again.

Peter Maximoff :

- he likes you riding his dick

- would absolutely die if you praised him

- when you ride his cock he always stares at your tits going up and down

- " yes y/n just like that " peter moaned while you bounced up and down. " Fuck maximoff, your cock is hitting all the right places " you whimpered, tugging on his soft sliver hair. His ears tingling after hearing you praise him.

- would swallow all of your cum that has spilled out.

god i’m so sorry if this was absolute ass i kinda struggled writing this :’)

[kaseyskat]

i started this a couple days ago after being struck with the world's worst migraine and decided spontaneously to finish it as a way of Procrastinating on other fics so anyways take this projection fic <3

~~~

while sasha’s headaches are predictable - she can usually feel them coming from a mile away - marcy’s are sporadic and intense, and it’s not very frequently that they’re both knocked out with one at the same time.

not frequently is not never, though, so when sasha wakes from a bad dream to find marcy snuggled into her side and a throbbing pain in her temples, she knows today is going to be a bad day.

anne must already be awake, sasha thinks, as she lifts the blankets to her face, pressing them against her eyes. the pressure relieves some of the pain, but not all of it, and she really should drag herself out of bed to get painkillers- except marcy has all but wrapped herself around sasha like the world’s clingliest octopus. her breathing is pained and she releases little whimpers and whines as she sleeps, and sasha absent-mindedly runs hands through her hair, careful not to disturb her.

the door opens and closes, and then anne is peering at them. between the darkness of the room and the way her sight blurs, sasha can hardly make her out, but there’s only one other person living with them.

“migraine?” anne asks quietly, her voice a mere whisper. “should i bring you the usual?”

“marcy too,” sasha whispers back. “she doesn’t usually cling to me this much.”

anne, sasha knows, enjoys these types of mornings more than she’d like to admit. of course she’s upset that her partners are in pain, but she loves taking care of them, proving her love for them over and over again through every sleepless night and agonizing day. she only lingers to press the lightest of kisses against sasha’s forehead, give marcy’s hair a little ruffle, and then she leaves again.

marcy makes another whimpering sound, and sasha closes her eyes against the throbbing in her temples. she, on the other hand, hates these mornings more than anything. it’s not that she doesn’t love it when her beloveds take care of her, but she doesn’t like the feeling of being useless any more than she did when she was younger. coupled with the way the headaches leave her cooped up in bed unable to do anything… no, she doesn’t like this, and she makes that frustration known with the way she shifts restlessly in bed, digging one hand into her eye while the other continues to pet marcy’s hair.

“...sashy?” marcy croaks, her voice raspy. she’s awake then, sasha realizes. “you ‘kay?”

“just peachy,” sasha whispers, though the way her voice shakes and the way she winces at even the sound of her own voice betrays the true pain she’s in. “what ‘bout you, marsh? you okay?”

marcy makes a bleary sound in the back of her throat, and she curls further into sasha’s chest. “no,” she admits, startlingly sincere. “my everything hurts.”

“i’ll tell your everything to shove off, will that help?” sasha tries to joke, but it falls flat when she winces again. “fuck. ow.”

“you should-” marcy cuts herself off, and she makes a frustrated noise as her voice fails her. “-you, you should take it easy, kay? is anne…?”

“she’s coming back in a bit,” sasha nods, and she shivers when marcy reaches upwards to gently caress her cheek. the action obviously hurts her, though, so after allowing it for a few seconds, sasha bats her hand away.

sure enough, anne slips back into the room a few minutes later. she sits on the edge of the bed, staring down at them with a fond look even as she gently nudges both sasha and marcy into a seated position. only sasha obeys her- marcy looks like she’d rather die than move her body out of a flat position, so she stays firmly rooted to sasha’s lap, laying on her stomach sprawled across sasha’s lower torso and legs as sasha sits upright enough to take the glass of water anne’s offered her.

“what’s the scale?” anne asks, as she hands sasha painkillers. she has a couple of other things in her lap, but sasha can’t make them out with how blurry her eyesight has become.

“four,” sasha answers with a wince. “i can manage it, it’s not that bad yet.”

anne nods very seriously, before she worriedly looks down at marcy. “what about you, marbles?”

marcy lifts herself up on shaky arms before she groans and flops back into sasha's lap. "six, but only if i move around a lot," she says, sniffling. "anna-banana, can I have the bye bye pain stuff?"

"only if you sit up- i don't want you to choke," anne chides, and she carefully drapes a heat pad over sasha's face. sasha makes a muffled noise of surprise, but she reaches up to readjust the pad, sighing in relief.

marcy whimpers, but she drags herself upright. there's a haunted look in her eyes, and she clutches at her chest with a grimace. "okay, o-okay, i'm up, annie-"

anne hands her a glass of water and her own prescribed painkillers, and marcy takes them dutifully. sasha watches her through half-lidded eyes, fighting through the pain to do so- it hurts behind her eyes so badly she can hardly keep them open, but she refuses to give in.

as soon as marcy's finished her water, she's flopping back down into sasha's lap, a sickly dazed look in her eyes. anne carefully places a cold pack on her back, and then pulls the covers up over them both.

“text me when you’re feeling okay enough for food, okay?” she says, so quietly, and she’s brushing over marcy’s hair again. she still looks so worried, but sasha gives her a big thumbs up, and she finally stands, leaving them in peace.

well, relative peace. sasha’s head still hurts, and marcy’s still making little pained noises in the back of her throat even as she seemingly falls into a restless sleep, and it’s going to be a long day.

she doesn’t know how much time has passed in darkness and complete silence, but eventually, the pain ebbs away. there’s a dull pressure in sasha’s head, but it’s not overbearing and she’s able to peel away the now-cool heat pack from her forehead, groaning in exhaustion and frustration. she has a hand threaded through marcy’s hair again, and she gently scratches at her partner’s scalp.

her headaches, after all, go away easily most of the time. marcy’s pain tends to last much longer, stretching for the waking hours even with the use of painkillers.

“hey, marshmallow,” sasha whispers, and the sound of her own voice isn’t grating to her ears anymore, which is a plus. “how are you feeling?”

there’s silence for a few moments, and sasha very nearly assumes that her beloved is asleep– except that marcy shifts a bit, curls her arms a little bit tighter from where they’re now tucked around sasha’s middle, and she buries her nose a bit further into sasha’s chest. “...still hurts,” she admits, her voice nearly breaking on each syllable, “too much to sleep. i’m bored.”

“my headache’s all but gone,” sasha says, raising her voice a little to test that. sure enough, she doesn’t feel the ache as heavy, and she can keep her eyes open for longer without throbbing pain behind them. “wanna turn the tv on? i can text anne for food, it might help.”

“okay,” marcy whispers, and her voice dips into a whine. “but i gotta get up and do homework soon.”

“you do your work so quickly, it won’t hurt to take a day off for once and just relax, marce,” sasha says, and she carefully readjusts them so she can reach for the tv remote. marcy snuggled into her side is a bliss, and once the remote is in her grasp, she settles back down, loosely wrapping an arm around her. “now, what should we watch?”

“something silly,” marcy mumbles, “and animated.”

“wow, so descriptive,” sasha teases, and yet she scrolls through netflix anyways, settling on some animated movie she’s sure they’ve both seen at least five times now. neither one of them are really watching it, but it captures marcy’s attention enough so that she’s not super bored anymore, and as the last of the pain ebbs away, sasha’s breathing much easier now.

she doesn’t text anne, but anne must hear the sounds of the tv, because she’s peeking her head in after a little while, her hair tied back in a messy bun and eyes wide with concern. “feeling better?” she asks amusedly, glancing between sasha and the tv.

“my head doesn’t hurt so bad anymore,” sasha explains, “and marcy’s bored. care to join us, sugar cube?”

anne huffs, but she’s slipping inside the bedroom anyways, hesitantly taking a seat in the bed next to sasha. marcy immediately reaches one arm out to her - despite the way her face screws up in pain at the motion - and anne takes it, bringing it up to her cheek in an intimately sweet gesture.

“how’s my darling marmalade doing?” anne asks, nuzzling marcy’s hand still. it’s enough to make marcy giggle a little, and sasha would be jealous if she weren’t so happy seeing marcy perk up finally.

“better now that you’re both here,” marcy answers, shyly, and she yawns, her hand flopping bonelessly out of anne’s grip. “i’ll-i’ll be okay. you know me.”

“that’s our princess,” sasha nods, and she curls her own arm around marcy almost protectively, “always bouncing back. get some rest, sweetheart- anne and i will still be here later.”

anne is giving sasha the most incredulous of looks - probably due to sasha’s own migraine and suffering - but sasha ignores her to comb through marcy’s hair, guiding her back into a more restful slumber. the movie they’ve put on is now rendered pointless, but as anne sighs and scoots closer so that she can cuddle with them both, sasha figures it might not be so bad to have something to watch while she’s stuck in bed.

“you sure you’re okay?” anne asks, quietly.

“i’m good, promise- the pain’s pretty much gone now,” sasha smiles, and she nudges anne very carefully. “what- you worried about me?”

“always,” anne murmurs, and it’s painfully sincere, enough to have sasha’s chest ache. she swallows past it, and extends her free hand outwards to curl around anne, tucking her into her side.

“we’ll be okay,” sasha promises, and she means it. “we always will.”

[countlessrealities]

Rick's eyes narrowed at his alternate's words. Was it a trick? Or could the other truly answer his questions? He didn't like how unbothered he looked despite being held at gun point, but what struck the mercenary the most was that the newcomer didn't seem fazed by having bumped into another version of himself.

And what the hell had been that weird purple vortex...?

The word "portal" popped into his head, but he was in no state of mind to reason on it. So, instead, he chose to focus on the one thing that, in that absurd situation, felt more real, even if not less any less confusing. Namely, his alternate.

"F-Fine, but no funny business," he agreed, gesturing to the other to go ahead with a curt nod of his head. "I-I will not hesitate to turn you into a fuckin' colander, i-if you give me a reason to."

He didn't lower the weapon, to prove that he meant his words, and the tension didn't leave his shoulders. He might be looking at someone who was almost a reflection of himself, but that didn't mean that he was ready to trust so easily.

Electric blue eyes attentively followed the other's every movement, not missing a single twitch of muscle. The air between them became heavier and heavier as the seconds ticked by and Rick found himself forced to hold back the urge to speak up just to break the almost suffocating silence. He was clinging to the hope that whatever answer he would receive would, at least in part, soothe the nerve-wrecking disorientation he was experiencing.

But, of course, that would have been asking for too much, wouldn't it?

The Citadel. You know how the multiverse is. You know how Ricks are. Move on.

His alternate's words echoed inside his head like mocking taunts, summarily describing a foreign and complex reality as if he had been expecting him to know about it already. But he did not and it was starting to drive him crazy.

"N-No, goddammit! I-I don't know how that is! A-Any of it!" He snapped, before he could even think it through. Perhaps giving away that he was an...outsider to that whole situation wasn't wise, but he had already made enough bad decisions that day. What was one more?

He took a moment to take in a few, steadying breaths, mentally thanking Birdperson for having thought him those exercises. They never failed to ground him a little.

"Let me...L-Let me get this straight," he resumed then, more calmly, but his weapon remained locked on the other. "Y-You are...me. An-And so are they." He briefly waved his free hand, gesturing towards the floating corpses. "F-From other dimensions." Saying it out aloud felt surreal. "An-And you have built...what? A-A fuckin' space city where o-only versions of you...of us live? T-Together with that...Who the hell even is that boy?"

His fingers dug in his temple, rubbing the spot right next to the metal plat that framed his left eye. He could feel a migraine coming, even if he couldn't have said if it was due to his current state of mind or if the rough ride through that weird wormhole had reignited the pain from his old head injured.

"...W-Well, fuck." His arm finally fell down, the laser gun barely hanging from his hand. "T-This is...not how I had imagined...T-Theory is one thing, b-but I've never thought that interdimensional travel could...be possible." A bitter, hollow chuckle left his lips. "I-It looks like I'm the only motherfucker o-of the class who didn't get there, a-am I?"

Today didn't go exactly as how Rick planned. Ideally, he would've made a singular trip to the exact dimension that he wanted. A quick five minute adventure. Just to grab the Bloborian crystal that was key to the creation of his own formula of the portal fluid. It should have been simple enough. Except, it never was.

The problem with not following every other Rick's formula to create one's own was that -- there were a lot of complications with it. He couldn't just pop into any dimension that he wanted. If he were lucky, it would only take two or three portals to get him to where he wanted.

And even then, it wasn't that easy to manage. He never knew what dimension he would end up in first. A few numbers before or after it. Never really predictable.

By this point, he became used to it. He never expected anything less and when he did get something less, those were the most pleasant days. Except today, it wasn't anything so simple.

Stumbling through one dimension to another. Uncaring with how long he visited each one, he merely walked through a portal, dripped the tiniest bit of fluid onto the ground and walked right through it. Repeating that process through who knew how many dimensions. He never could really keep count.

The moment that he stepped through this portal, however, pale blue eyes went wide. Stopping just outside of the swirling purple opening. both arms raised instinctively. As he gazed down at the weapon directed towards him.

Fuck, what did he get himself into?

It took a moment to realize the situation. The Rick in front of him looked lost. A little bit stunned and very confused. He couldn't blame the guy. It's how he would have felt, too, if he properly took in his surroundings.

"Calm fucking down," He spoke in a stern, yet steady tone. Glancing up at the Rick's face, showing no fear. "I-I'll tell you where we are, j-just give me a few minutes to track the location,"

Every movement he made was slow. Not wanting to risk any injury and having to confess his vampiristic immortality. As he bent his arm towards him, rolling up the sleeve of his black blazer, pressing a button on his watch.

The dimension number, along with the coordinates were familiar. Shit, now he was confused. How did the Citadel end up like this? What the fuck happened?

With a quick cough to clear his throat, he put his arm back into the surrender position. "Th-This is the Citadel, don't know what happened, but l-looks like shit went down," He shrugged. "I-I wouldn't worry about it too much, y-you know how the multiverse is, y-you know how Ricks are. Shit happens, people die, we just have to move on,"

Speaking of, he flickered his gaze back down at the weapon and then onto the man's face. "C-Can I leave now or do you plan on shooting me with that? 'Cause I'd like to know now so I can plan my day accordingly, I-I'm a busy guy with shit to do."

@countlessrealities

[unholytrinitytrio]

ASKING THEM TO PULL OUT

Pairing: Hawks x Reader, Dabi x Reader, Shigaraki x Reader

Warnings: Unprotected sex, Manipulation, Overstimulation, Degradation kink Breeding kink, Non con, Basically anything to do with cum

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HAWKS: KEIGO TAKAMI

Seeing you cry out of pleasure is doing wonders to his ego but seeing you oozing HIS cum would be the deal breaker. Problem is you won’t give him what he wants.

So in particular night where he was sure you were extra putty in his hands, he asked again if he could cum inside of you and when you denied again, despite his hard work, here comes the constant whining with a side of manipulation.

“Please just once, Let me do it” Hawks begged pulling out of you and just continued to pleasure you by just rubbing your nerve in lazy, slow manner, despite your constant whining to continue whatever he was doing before.

“Don’t wanna” you replied, pouting at him.

“If you love me, you’ll let me do it right?” Keigo now stopped his movement any pleasurable friction you felt before. He smiled in adoration back at you making you feel guilty of not letting do it just once. But you know it’s risky.

“Keigo you know that today’s my ovulation date right? I said it to you it’s still risky, still with pills and all” you frowned looking anywhere but him, afraid that his look of adoration would sway your previous decision.

“Then I’ll wear a condom, that good for you?”

“I thought you said you hated wearing one? That’s why we got the pills right?”

“I do hate it but for you I’ll do anything” he said charming you with his smile.

“O-ok then, but remember I have to see you wear one”

And that you did, you watched him put one although you can see a flash of regret cross his face that one time.

Continuing with where you left off, relaxed that you weren’t at risk of being knocked up you let him continue. Until he stopped for quite a time to reposition your legs, he said, until you felt him pressed himself on top of you, body tightly knitted in mating press position.

Entering you again you groaned at the sudden change in sensation of his dick. A sudden increase in temperature and heightened sensation of his veins rubbing inside you. And then it struck you, with nervousness increasing every time he thrusts right back in but not wanting to come off doubting him. You tapped his shoulders three times to garner his attention.

Still not relenting his thrust although he slowed down a bit in consideration of you he tilted his shoulder in a show of curiosity.

“You ARE still wearing a condom right?” you asked him a bit anxiously

‘Please say yes, please say yes’ you chanted back and forth

With a grin he looked back at you, you smiled back skittishly, hoping that you were indeed right.

“Maybe if you said 'I love you, cum inside me' I won’t breed you”

‘Bree-?!’

Like being doused with cold water you started pushing your self away from him, although it proved to no avail with his added weight on top of you effectively holding you back.

“Fuck, ‘m close” you heard him mutter before feeling him speed up his thrust

“I- I love you!” you yelped out hurriedly the first time.

“I love you too” he responded hips continuing it’s brutal pace.

“I love you, I love you, I love you, Keigo, Inside please! Cum please!” you chanted loudly, not caring who heard you right now, panic already setting in, feeling his dick twitch more with each passing minute.

“I know....I love you too” he grunted his response back, eagerly capturing your lips.

And then he stilled still. That’s when you felt ropes of thick hot cum spilling inside you. Crying with hiccups you felt your body slackened from the realization of what happened.

With a grin of a cat that got the canary, he stayed inside you hugging you tightly telling you that he’s excited to see you with his little one around your arms.

DABI: TOUYA TODOROKI

This man thrives on seeing his darling cry

“No more....No more please...” you heaved out already wrung out of orgasm, your thighs already straining from being held for too long

Oh you want him to stop? Best believe he’ll pull out slowly wanting to see you sigh in relieve, face plastered with dried up tears and drool, thinking that he’ll spare you today. And when he sees you start to relax he’ll thrust right back inside you enjoying your choked intake of air, and eyes brimming with fresh set of tears.

“I thought- I thought. You said- You sai-” you said shakily with his every thrust holding tightly on his shoulders for support. While still simultaneously trying to push yourself away from his onslaught of hip bruising thrust.

“I thought-I thought” he mocked you in a high pitched voice, repositioning his hold on your on his waist to fold you further until you felt your knees bucking on your shoulder.

“Yeah, you thought wrong. You had your fun. Best return the favor” he grunted smiling maniacally in response of seeing the look of betrayal from you.

With a high pitched yelp, your back arching to rub against him. He felt your walls contract and some warm fluid being squirted against his abdomen and pelvis. Not relenting his thrust rather opting to reposition himself in order to fasten his pace he growled loudly, pulling your hair to the side to expose your neck more to him he bit hard hard concealing his moan.

You almost went in and out of consciousness, not caring that Dabi’s using you as rag doll, until you heard him groaned about cumming inside you.

Like a cold water splashed on you, you jolted awake from the realization that this asshole would definitely shoot his load inside you.Thrashing weakly despite the soreness of your muscle, you actively tried pushing him off.

“Just not inside. Please, I’m begging you” you cried again, not caring that you sounded rather pathetically.

Wrong move, your crying, pleading face was the last push he needed.

He suddenly stayed still, face buried on your neck until you felt warm thick liquid spreading inside you, some of it escaping from his plugged dick inside you to form small puddles of your mixed cum.

Realizing the situation Dabi, put you through another set of fresh tears ran down your eyes. With a groan he carefully pulled him self out looking down where your bodies just connected to see small droplets escaping your entrance.

With a low whistle he scooped the droplets of cum escaping out of you with his thumb before plugging it back inside you, making you twitch pitifully at over stimulation.

“Now say thank you”

Looking back at him with bewildered look, you denied his demand.

“Do it or I’ll blow another load inside, you know I still have weeks worth inside me” he said holding at his rapidly hardening cock.

Sniffing you said “Thank...you...”

“That’s my crybaby” Dabi chuckled pinching your nose in between the knuckles of his fore and middle finger.

TOMURA SHIGARAKI: TENKO SHIMURA

Being his girlfriend you were already used to being wrung dry, especially now that the has a larger group of men to control and an increase responsibility to attend to.

It doesn’t hurt though if he could still relax from time to time. That’s where you come in, his dainty little girlfriend ready to be used as his personal outlet in more ways than one.

And when I say personal it means EXCLUSIVELY ONLY HIS. His old rag tag of gang knew that, of course they had to acknowledge it whether they like it or not. With the sound of constant skin slapping whenever the both of you occupy a random empty room, how could the not take a hint.

Although Dabi, enjoys riling up his ego maniac leader once in a while, trying to see how far he can go without the risk of being dusted.

Today of all days Dabu had to prank your lover into believing that you'll leave him for crusty ankles over there. And so it's now your job to sate his jealousy with his love language. Mainly physical contact which evetually leads to sex. So here you are now jumping his dick with every once of energy you had left.

He does have quite the vigor for someone who doesn't do physical activities on daily basis.

"To-tomura my knees hurt already let's switch" you said panting above him, he grunted in annoyance agaisnt his suckling of your breast.

Pushing you off of him he positioned himself behind you one hand carefully grabbung your hips the other on your breast pinching ang pulling it before finally re entering you with a groan.

Now that he think about it you never let him do whatever he wants. It was always 'Tomura don't do this or tomura I don't like that'

Stopping dead with his thrust you whinned needy below him asking what's up with him.

"I want to cum inside"

Alarmed at the sudden proclamation of his you tried looking back at him.

"No! Shigaraki you ca-?!" and with you felt your head shoved back into the bed muffling whatever complaints you had left.

Tomura figured he liked that. Having his way with you, no nagging, no begging, no nothing.

Grinning he started pistoning into you without a care in the world. Squirming around you tried reaching back at him successfully clawing at one of his thighs to signal he's already suffocating you by restraining your head with his palm.

You would have had lost consciousness if it weren't for the fact that he pulled your hair back to his direction grinding his hips at your backside.

Whinning in pain you tried jerking his hands off of your head but he Shigaraki took it as a sign that you want him to do it again. And so with every sharp thrust he'll tug your head further from side to side.

Feeling a migraine coming from his sudden on slaught of head jerking you just wished he'll cum faster. If it weren't for the fact that this asshole wants to shoot his load inside you.

Reaching around you he started to toy your bundle of nerves trying to stimulate your entrance to further constrict his member which proved successful, making you loose strength in your upper limb.

Face planted on the bed sheets, your lover held unto your hips tighter, his thrusts becoming sloppier by the minute until he stopped completely for a minute or two and then you felt the warm gush entering inside you.

With a groan, hoping to get yourself cleaned up, you tried crawling yourself away from him disgusted by his cum dripping out of his member still lodged inside of you.

That is until he pulled you back again to him re sheathing his flaccid dick inside, successfully pushing back his remaining cum inside you making you shudder in disgust, and horror at what he is trying to imply.

With a grinning face he said the next of his many demands.

"I want to see how much of my load you can handle"