#the groups coming back ill be dialed in

[sgt-farron]

oh no she is struggling

[a-hermit-pining]

Sukuna as a House Husband

Genre: Fluff Pairing: House husband Sukuna x Reader AN: Might be OOC but humor me people. Coming up Geto as househusband 🥰

First few months of Sukuna's career as a househusband are nothing less than accidents that involved smoke alarms and questionable fire extinguisher techniques. The transition from malevolent kitchen to a less lethal one takes quite a minute.

From handing you Lunchables to becoming pinterest core this man takes quite a journey.

Everyday chores that start with ill concealed annoyance and were in the past pointedly pushed on to you are taken over the minute he notices the residues of shared lunch from another in your lunchbox.

How dare you accept someone else's food? The entire evening, Sukuna glared at the takeout pizza with enough intensity to melt the cheese. You swear the pepperoni visibly cowered under his icy gaze.

And the revelation that some random Joe- Shmoe, a pathetic nameless mortal, had lent you his lunch is enough incentive for this man get in action.

This old man has lived his share of luxury as the king of curses. So, the minute he decides to flex his culinary skills your lunches take an immediate promotion.

The obsolete cooking technique no one can replicate...? You bet he's pulling that.

Puts Uraume on the speed dial as the trials of kitchen begin for him. This time, though much to both their disappointment limited to animal meat.

Does not take long before both become grocery shopping buddies for life. Sukuna scowling at unfamiliar vegetables while Uraume patiently explains the difference between shallots and scallions to his Lord.

Weekends take a turn for the… interesting as you become their resident TikTok handler, phone propped precariously on the counter while they attempt to recreate the latest viral trends. Fruit Roll ice cream remains mind blowingly top tier in your household. Getting a reaction even from Uraume.

Sukuna preens under the praise at office potlucks, basking in the envious stares directed at your lunchbox. Every "wow" and "that looks amazing" fuels his ego.

But the real win? Insanely proud when he sees you take pictures of the lunches he makes and even more so when you show him the stories you post on the internet (save his old soul).

Deep into his retirement phase of immortality, Sukuna discovers the joy of aesthetic. This man takes one look at dark academia, gothic Victorian mood boards and not your living room looks like a lair worthy of a final boss villain (which, to be fair, it kind of already was)..

Super into thrifting or picking a random haunted piece of furniture to add character to your living space as he insists, despite your very real concerns about the wailing coming from the armchair at 3 am.

Still a baddie tho. Will get into fights with loud neighbors or bachelor pad finance bros when their trash isn't sorted properly. And it, unfortunately is your responsibility to drag this man back home.

Cleaning is where he draws the line. You will not spot Sukuna with a duster. Ever. So, hiring a cleaning service seemed like a brilliant solution. Except, Sukuna couldn't resist micromanaging their every move. The poor cleaning staff — a battle-hardened group of professionals — withered under his endless critiques on porcelain dusting techniques. Needless to say, generous tips were the only reason they continued to show up.

The King of Curses, a being who once feasted in halls of obsidian and dined on delicacies fit for gods. Yet, the peace and ownership of your little townhouse is sweeter than any other possession of past. His dirty little heart is endeared to his home with you.

[babey-fruit-bat]

Practical Life Skills for Everyone

Wolverine X Reader FLUFF

Content: The new Home Ec teacher encounters the Shop Class teacher at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters

Note: photos come from Pinterest and collage made by me hehe

Tw: SAFE FOR POC/FEM READERS- Author can’t write dialogue, Logan is called short ONCE (written with comic accurate Wolverine in mind-but can be movie Logan too) reader is given pet names/refered to as she/Ms.

I haven’t written a serious fic since high school and I want to get back out here again hooray!

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A new semester, apple on the desk, pots and pans freshly washed, sewing machines at the ready. Nothing this semester could stop you- starting fresh at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters brought to fruition everything you’d hoped for. Family, a career, children, and most importantly- stability.

A word normally foreign for mutants of all kinds, yourself included. Settling down as a teacher helped to blend your identity. Charles had located you on purpose- something you’d come to terms with over the last few months spent bonding with the staff and fellow X-Men. You’d been offered a position as a teacher and had accompanied several missions, all successful due to your mutation. It wasn’t easy- and took many years to develop and control your abilities the way you could. You’d managed on your own just fine before this but life was lonely at best, suffocating at worst. A life spent using your mutation to survive- Now you could live.

You’d initially been brought on to train a young mutant named Rouge- with a similar ability, training her was rewarding. It was like a reflection of your younger self staring back st you. About a century ago you had no community, family, friends.

That reality seemed so far away compared to the life you lived now. You mused this thought to yourself unlocking the door to your classroom. You set the books on top of your perfectly organized desk- perfect timing as the students began filling in for the day.

You pulled up their bell work to complete on the projector watching one by one as they sorted themselves into groups ready. A slight drone of music started down the hall and the bell announced the start of another day.

Beginning with collecting the bell work, you started the students off with a simple recipe to complete before the end of class. Classic chocolate chip cookies- a family favorite and good way to observe the student’s skill levels.

“More salt Colby, the acidity is necessary”

“Yes Ms. Y/N”

“Scrape the flour off the top of the measuring cup for an even amount, Emma”

“Thanks, professor Y/N!”

It wasn’t long before each student had a decent batch of cookies ready to grade and devour- the edible ones at least..

But before any grading could be done- or eating the music level from the hall rose to an absurd level

“Does anyone know who has their music so loud this morning?” You stated opening the door to the hallway “I hardly think this time of morning is-“

“It’s the shop class down the hall” one of the students stated, also mildly annoyed

“Hmmm, shop class? I didn’t know we offered shop this semester.. Do you think the professor would-“

A chorus of “No way!” “Do not!” and “He’ll kill you!” erupted from the students

“Who? I hardly think anyone would be so ill-tempered about asking to cut the music down so early”

“It’s professor Logan, he’s back this semester”

“Then I guess we’ll have to give him a ring- this volume is a little much, surely he wouldn’t mind?”

The students held their breath as you dialed the shop’s classroom on the school phone

It was a wonder anyone picked up the phone in the shop. Many students gathered around the bike Logan was introducing as the senior class project. A chance to not only test their skills but add personal flare- a teenagers wet dream truly.

Some eager students had been sent to gather the tool on the bench when one notice the phone ringing. They answered and briefly spoke to the teacher on the other end before hanging up the phone. One student simply turned the music down- enough for Logan to notice. He didn’t like the settings messed with unless he did so himself, especially by his students.

“Who touched the radio?” He demanded

The students silently stood there as the music paused completely. One student bravely spoke up

“It was the phone-“

“The phone cut the music down?” He interrupted

“No, a teacher called and asked us to do it”

“Who? I sweat if you answered Scott and listened! What’s the first rule in shop!?” He sighed, already tired from the day and needing a drink.

He wasn’t cut out for this ‘teacher’ shit, Logan thought to himself. He’d tried to argue with Charles claiming he had better things to do and had been promptly reminded of how much time he spends in the garage should be put to good use.

He signed as he sensed his pupils unease and cut the music back on and instructed them to get started. He stalked to the phone clicking a few buttons to figure out what classroom called to complain ready to give Scott a piece of his mind. He ran out to steam seeing it was your classroom that had called. The new teacher who’d started their first semester just down the hall. He’d meant to stop by and welcome you but meeting people without confrontation had never been his strongest quality. What better time than now. He left the students to their assignment and carried himself down the hall ready to introduce himself.

A knock on the door interrupted the classroom buzz and a hush fell over the students. You padded over to the door and peeked out the small window. A short man, clad in a black t shirt and jeans stared back at you with an unreadable expression.

“Good morning! What can I do for you?” You trailed off not recognizing him.

“You called the shop a minute ago” he stated twirling the toothpick in his mouth

“Yes, I’m sorry to bother- You must be professor Logan”

“Mm hm” he answered shortly, stepping out further in the hall while you closed the door behind you.

“I’m sorry if I upset you, it was just a little loud for my students and I this morning-“

He held a hand up “Not a problem, doll. I can’t upset my favorite teacher, right?”

“Favorite teacher? We just met�� you said with a light laugh

“I’ve been around a long time- I know a good girl when I see one”

“I hardly think that’s appropriate to say here”

“No? Maybe I can say it another way or another time?” His lips curling up in a smug smile “How about you come down to the shop after classes- Grab a drink later?”

“Oh! Uh sure? I guess so?” From the way the students reacted you’d assumed this teacher was awful, even horrible. Be here is his- polite as ever and asking to grab a drink?

“I like that answer” he laughed leaning closer “Meet me later at garage three- I’ll take you to Abe’s”

Abe’s was one of the nicer bars in the city, a place known for anniversaries, couples flocking there left and right for an evening out. You’d never stopped by until tonight- now you had plans for once with a complete stranger- a handsome one at that.

“I’ll see you later then, garage three”

“Looking forward to it, sweetheart” he said turning to head back to his class

You entered your room once again as the class held their breath. No yelling, no cussing, no words of any kind were heard and the students had feared your first day would be your last- they didn’t know that this was just the beginning

[strawberrywooloo]

Holy. Crap. This is the first anime that’s REALLY made me cry. I’m not too much of a crier when it comes to media, if I do, I tend to have tears during the scene but generally move on after that fact but.. Oh my GOSH. BROOK!!! I can’t… I feel so bad for this guy and it just hit me SO HARD. I could FEEL it in my chest, the tightness as everything started going down hill… The tears started flowing when Yorki grabbed onto Brook’s hand while laying ill in the bed. MAN. Then I thought I was in the clear but NO. Brook constantly re-remembering all the good times he had with his crew on the ship and then it flashing back to the reality that he’s alone on a ghost of a ship. Getting so happy when he thought it was all a dream, but it wasn’t. THEN THE TONE DIAL WAS THE NAIL IN THE COFFIN I WAS CRYING SO HARD WHILE THE SONG WAS GOING BETWEEN THE DYING CREW AND THE PRESENT DAY GROUP OF PEOPLE AND BROOK ON HIS OWN AND AAAAAA I LOVE HOW MUCH EMOTION THE SONG HOLDS IN IT AND I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF ANYMORE MAN!!! LABOON!! Anyway I am sooooo normal about this show, how about you? ^-^

[richincolor]

New Releases - Week of Oct. 9, 2023

We have history, fantasy, a contemporary rom-com, a memoir, and a retelling this week. It's quite a range in just four books. Does anything catch your eye?

Brooms by Jasmine Walls Levine Querido

It’s 1930s Mississippi. Magic is permitted only in certain circumstances, and by certain people. Unsanctioned broom racing is banned. But for those who need the money, or the thrills…it’s there to be found.

Meet Billie Mae, captain of the Night Storms racing team, and Loretta, her best friend and second-in-command. They’re determined to make enough money to move out west to a state that allows Black folks to legally use magic and take part in national races.

Cheng-Kwan – doing her best to handle the delicate and dangerous double act of being the perfect “son” to her parents, and being true to herself while racing.

Mattie and Emma — Choctaw and Black — the youngest of the group and trying to dodge government officials who want to send them and their newly-surfaced powers away to boarding school.

And Luella, in love with Billie Mae. Her powers were sealed away years ago after she fought back against the government. She’ll do anything to prevent the same fate for her cousins.

Brooms is a queer, witchy Fast and the Furious that shines light on history not often told – it’s everything you’d ever want to read in a graphic novel.

The Fall of Whit Rivera by Crystal Maldonado Holiday House

Frenemies Whit and Zay have been at odds for years (ever since he broke up with her in, like, the most embarrassing way imaginable), so when they’re forced to organize the fall formal together, it’s a literal disaster. Sparks fly as Whitney—type-A, passionate, a perfectionist, and a certified sweater-weather fanatic—butts heads with Zay, a dry, relaxed skater boy who takes everything in stride. But not all of those sparks are bad. . . .

Has their feud been a big misunderstanding all along?

Blisteringly funny and profoundly well-observed, The Fall of Whit Rivera is a snug and cozy autumn romcom that also tackles weightier topics like PCOS, chronic illness, sexuality, fatphobia, Latine identity, and class. Funny, honest, insightful, romantic, and poignant, it is classic Crystal Maldonado—and it will have her legion of fans absolutely swooning.

Huda F Cares by Huda Fahmy Dial Books

Huda and her sisters can’t believe it when her parents announce that they’re actually taking a vacation this summer . . . to DISNEY WORLD! But it’s not quite as perfect as it seems. First Huda has to survive a 24-hour road trip from Michigan to Florida, with her sisters annoying her all the way. And then she can’t help but notice the people staring at her and her family when they pray in public. Back home in Dearborn she and her family blend right in because there are so many other Muslim families, but not so much in Florida and along the way.

It’s a vacation of forced (but unexpectly successful?) sisterly bonding, a complicated new friendship, a bit more independence, and some mixed feelings about her family’s public prayers. Huda is proud of her religion and who she is, but she still sure wishes she didn’t care so much what other people thought.

Realm of Wonders (The Queen’s Council #3) by Alexandra Monir Disney Hyperion 

Jasmine thought that she had earned her happily ever after when she and Aladdin defeated Jafar. Then her beloved father dies and, overnight, all her plans for the future change. Instead of her wedding, she’s now planning a funeral and a coronation—her coronation, to become the first woman to rule Agrabah. Jasmine has always been headstrong, but for the first time in her life, she finds herself faltering.

Then from beyond the grave, her father seems to pass along a message: Someone is coming. She must find the book. Before Jasmine can figure out what that means, her claim to the throne is called into question.

Her father’s old counsellors decree that the best way to determine the true ruler is a tournament; a series of tests, each one increasing in difficulty—and danger. Now, with help from the mystical Queen’s Council, Jasmine must assemble her own team of advisers, win the tournament, and uncover the mystery of her father’s last message, so she can prove to her people—and herself—that she deserves to rule Agrabah.

[phantom-ellie]

The Art of (Smashing) Crockery Chapter 26: Radio Silence

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It’s one in the afternoon when Ed finally trudges back to his apartment with a giant headache and feeling no better than he had before. He knew it would be a bad idea to see Jack. How long had this bender been? Ed shrugs to himself. Who would even care?

He heads straight to his room and plugs his phone into the charger before depositing himself on the bed. He stares at the ceiling, feeling sorry for himself. Hoping that maybe with the couple days of distance, he and Stede can… start over? Ed doesn’t know if he wants that. He doesn’t know if he can just be Stede’s friend.

He doesn’t know if he can be who Stede needs him to be right now.

His phone starts buzzing like crazy, and Ed squints and picks it up as it begins to charge. He’s hit with a flood of notifications. Texts, missed calls from the whole crew, Izzy, numbers he doesn’t even recognize.

He sits up and isn’t even sure where to begin. Text after text begging him to pick up his phone. Did they think Ed was in trouble? It was nice to be cared about.

Out of habit, he opens his favorite blog, wondering what Stede has been up to.

That is the last peaceful thought he has for a long time.

The blog post. The group chat notifications. The texts from Izzy. And of course, from Stede.

Stede: ok, i understand Stede: i wont bother you anymore, ed Stede: dont feel bad, nothing was your fault

Holy fucking shit.

He doesn’t even think to do anything else, dialing Stede’s number on repeat, getting frustrated with each failure to pick up. He can’t call anyone else, what if Stede calls him back? With furious tears he shoots off a desperate message.

Ed: Stede mate pick up the phonr

There’s a pause of a good two minutes as Ed dials and redials and dials and redials. Then…

Stede: i don't feel like talking

Thank fuck.

Ed: im sorry for everything, tell me where you are and ill come get you

Stede: i cant Stede: it's too far

Ed: too far from ehat

Stede: i don't want people to see me Stede: i don't want to hear i told you so anymore Stede: tell them to stop flooding my phone Stede: please

Ed: pcik up the phone Ed: talk to me

Stede: if I tell you where i am will you tell everypne

Ed: ill come get you

Stede: i don't want mary and the kids to be scared

Ed: why do you think they'd be scared

Stede: can you come alone

Should Ed go alone? Should he bring someone, an ambulance, he’s not trained for this, he doesn’t know how to…

Ed: yes Ed: anything man

Stede: ok Stede: im at pigeon point

Ed: the lighthouse?

Stede: yes

Ed: im coming there now, will you call me and stay on the phone so I can hear that you're safe?

Stede: I cant

Ed: will you wait for me to get down there?

Stede: i think Stede: 2 hours Stede: cant wait anymore

Ed: dont fuckjnf move

Ed shoots off a quick text to Lucius telling him that he’ll have more information soon, and books it for his bike. He doesn’t have time to call anyone else. They’ll have to find out about it later.

He tears off from his parking spot, grateful that he can weave in and out of traffic on his bike. Pigeon point is an hour’s drive from his location.

Fifty minutes later, Ed pulls up to the parking lot outside of the lighthouse, spotting Stede’s car as he turns into the parking lot. It looks empty, dark. Ed parks his bike and runs towards it, hoping to search for a sign of where Stede might have gone. Luckily, he doesn’t have to.

Stede is in the driver’s seat, bent over, forehead pressed against the steering wheel. For a moment Ed thinks that he’s passed out, or… worse… but when he approaches the window Stede turns his head to glance at him before reaching over to unlock the passenger-side door. Ed walks around the car and slips inside.

“Stede… oh my god, I’m so sorry I didn’t pick up before, I can explain-”

“Don’t.” Stede’s forehead is still against the steering wheel. He’s looking straight ahead, eyes red, voice shaky. “You don’t have to. I’m too tired to listen.”

“Let me drive you home, okay? You’re going to be fine.”

Stede slowly shakes his head. “Fuck, I’m so messed up, Ed.” He puts his head in his hands. Ed places a hand on Stede’s back, moving it back and forth, and Stede shudders at the touch.

“You aren’t messed up, Stede. Your life is messed up. That isn’t you.”

“You don’t… you don’t know. It’s nice of you to want to see the best in me. You’re the only one who does, I think. But it doesn’t matter. It’s all fallen apart and I can’t fix it.” Stede is crying now.

“Just talk to me, okay? Get it out. I’ll listen.”

“It’s just… why?” Stede wipes tears from his eyes, which look like they’re made of glass. “Why did I have to go and prove them all right? Do you know how hard I’ve tried? I did everything right. I gave up everything that made me happy to prove them wrong. And I still couldn’t.”

“Wrong about what?”

“I can’t…” He swallows and shakes his head. “I’m… gay. I’ve always been gay. And everyone knew it but me. Everyone.”

Ed scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. “I mean… yeah… we kind of did. But it isn’t a bad thing…” His voice trails off as Stede begins to sob harder.

“You don’t understand. It’s something good to you. But to me it’s…” Stede searches for the right word. “It’s failure. It was the one thing I had to prove them all wrong about me. I had pride in defying their expectations because… god… I’ve failed to meet expectations my whole life, Ed. Every time. But I put everything on this. I wasn’t going to fail. But I did.”

“Being gay isn’t a failing, Stede. I’m gay, most of your friends are gay. Do you think they’re failures for that?”

“No, but…” He rocks forward and back a little. “If they’re right about this, if I am who they say I am… they must be right about everything else.”

“You’re wrong. They aren’t.”

“How do you know? How do I know? I don’t know anything about myself. I’m nothing. I’m broken and I’ve always been broken.”

“You aren’t broken because you’re gay, Stede.”

“I’m broken because I’m me.” Stede whispers as he places his forehead back on the steering wheel, gripping the bottom of it so hard his knuckles turn white.

“I don’t think you’re broken.” I love who you are.

“You don’t have to live with me every day. You don’t have to think these thoughts. And I’m happy for you, Ed.” He closes his eyes. “No one should have to feel this way. I’m glad Mary is leaving me. I’ll give her everything. They are going to be so happy without me.”

“Stede…”

“Ed.” Stede sighs and finally looks over. “I'm sorry that I fucked everything up between us.”

“Why are we here, Stede? What are you planning?” Ed moves his hand to Stede’s shoulder and grips it, hard. He knows the answer to his own question, and is confident that he can stop it. But it breaks his heart all the same.

“I was… I was going to drive off the cliff.” Ed nods and looks ahead at the water. “Or drive into the water from the beach. I read… drowning, it feels good. It’s peaceful. It’s the way I’ve always imagined doing it.”

Ed squeezes his shoulder harder. “How often have you imagined… doing it?”

“Oh, you know…” Stede sniffs and waves his hand. “Everyone does from time to time.”

Ed shakes his head. “No, Stede. They don’t. That isn’t normal.”

“Well, I’m not fucking normal, am I? That’s the problem.”

Ed snorts. “I don’t want you to be normal. I love you for who you are. I wish you loved yourself the same way.”

Stede’s eyes well up with tears again and he sobs quietly, placing his hand on the one gripping his shoulder.

Ed pulls him in for a hug, and Stede buries his face in Ed's shoulder and shivers.

"You know now that there's no way I'm gonna let you do this, right? I'm not leaving this car."

“I… I know. ” Stede chokes with a whisper. “I texted you.”

“You did. You texted me and told me where to find you and you waited. That means something."

Stede sighs and holds on to Ed even tighter. “I think… I need a favor.”

“Anything. Anything at all, you name it, long as it involves me driving you out of here.”

“I think this is my last… I don’t have any other options.”

“Tell me what you need, man.”

“I need… help? I can’t stop thinking about it… You make me feel brave enough to… do something better. No one else cares.”

Ed feels tears running down his face. “That isn’t true, that’s your brain lying to you. There are a whole lot of people who care about you.”

“I don't want to get help for them, Ed. I know that’s bad, but I just want you."

“You have me, Stede. Always. You believe that, right?”

Stede pulls away and wipes his eyes. He gives an exhausted smile.

“I think so.” He bites his lower lip and looks out at the ocean. “I think… I think I need to go to a hospital.”

Ed processes this for a second and then nods.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea, mate. We’re gonna get you some help, okay?”

“Will you… will you come with me? Your bike…”

“Fuck the bike.” Ed gets out of the car and walks around to open Stede’s door. “Move over, I’m driving you.” He waves his hands in a “move” motion, because there is no way Ed is letting Stede out of the car until they are somewhere safe.

Stede awkwardly lifts his legs one at a time to move over the center console, and Ed slides into the driver’s seat, turning on the car’s child locks pointedly.

“Do you want to… listen to music?” Ed asks as he starts the car.

“No.” Stede shakes his head. “I don’t.” Ed squeezes Stede’s knee and begins to drive in silence. Stede rests his head against the passenger-side window and within minutes is asleep, leaving Ed to drive silently with a mixture of terror at losing the best thing in his life and the relief at saving him, if only for now.

Chapter 27

[berrypaws]

{It'll be all over.}

Tw:Bullying, implied abuse.

Oc story

Evans POV!:

I Wake up from my bed, still tired and exhausted. It's Friday, at least I'll be able to stay home tomorrow. I change my clothes before gently tapping on my brother Eli. He wakes up “5 more minutes…?” He whines “Eli, we need to arrive early Ok?” I say, tapping on him once more. He gets up reluctantly before changing his clothes. I go downstairs with both of our bags before sitting at the table for breakfast “Morning mom, morning dad.” I greet them before they wave back and serve our food. Although Eli's doesn't really look that appetizing and seems to be a lot less than mine. I don't really get that hungry so I decide to give Eli some of my food before he quickly eats it “Thank you Evan!” He grins, I give a small smile back. It always makes me glad knowing my brother is safe and happy. We patiently wait for the bus before stepping on and sitting down “Good morning you Alex, Morning Aiden.” I smile and wave to our two friends “Morning guys!” Aiden smiles. “Morning..” Alex says, he looked rather tired and bored so it's best I don't bother him. “Guys! Look at my cool new hair clip!” Eli says, showing off a cool new pink butterfly hair clip. I hear two boys and 1 girl snickering in the back “Is he really wearing a pink butterfly hair clip…isn't he a boy?” The girl snickers “He's a freak man. A total loser. He acts so childish…like grow up.” The boy laughs, I turn to them annoyed “Do you have something to say?” I stare at them as intimidatingly as possible, they slump back into their seats scared before I turn around and snicker. Always afraid to say something to someone's face huh… that's what makes people pathetic. Once we get off the bus and into our respective classrooms I take off my bag and hang it on my coat hanger. I take my books and pencil case out “good morning Ms.” I say. Once she takes the attendance I listened to her science lesson. She hands out a worksheet to the class and I begin to do it, it's pretty easy at first but I'm not that confident. Once I hand the worksheet in I wait for the bell to ring, I decide to drift off the sleep while waiting….

—>>>timeskip..

I wake up to the sound of the bell chirping. I walk outside excited to see Eli again, But that smile quickly fades once I see him being shoved around by the children from the bus along with a couple more kids. He seems to be bleeding, must've hurt him rather bad. “LET HIM GO!” I sprint over quickly to the group of people “No way, he deserves it. You can't make us.” So they want a challenge huh….okay I'll give them a challenge. I proceed to knock one over roughly before tackling another person. “ILL MAKE YOU REGRET THAT!” I shout, angered that they even think about laying their hands on my little brother. One manages to kick me hard and I wince in pain, I can't and shouldn't give up. I grab one by the wait and put my arm around their throat. “So, will you leave him alone?” I say, making sure to sound threatening. Scaring people is quite fun.. most of this boys gang are down so it's just him. I tighten my grip around his neck “WILL YOU LEAVE HIM ALONE? OR WILL I HAVE TO TAKE IT EXTREME?” I shout. A teacher comes over before grabbing me off the boy and dragging me to the office. “We are going to Inform your parents about this.” She says “MY parents don't care.” I shot back at her. She dials the number to my parents before i pick up the phone “Kids were bullying Eli. I had to hurt them.” I said, the teacher was already out of the room “You don't have to defend that little runt sweetheart.” she says softly “I heard your gonna get detention for today…” she adds “I don't care. I'm fine.” I say before saying goodbye and putting down the phone…Looks like all there is to do now is just wait till schools over…there's nothing exciting..

—--->>>> timeskip again.

Once we are at home my mother looks at Eli angrily “You little runt…your brother got in trouble trying to defend you today.” She starts going off about how she hates Eli and insulting him. She's about to raise her hand at him before I grab it “MOM! Don't touch him please…I don't want him to get hurt..” I beg her before she turns away “Fine…only because you said so.” She mumbles. At that moment Eli seems to break down crying “I'm sorry! You got detention because of me…I'm sorry..” He cried “Eli, don't cry. It's NOT your fault Ok? It was those stupid…those stupid bullies..” I firmly put my hand on his shoulder to comfort him. Poor Eli, he didn't deserve all this…

Next time I catch them it'll be over for them. Just watch

Wahhhh! Thank you for reading this rushed and horribly written story. I'll maybe release some more today or this weekend if I feel like it>_<

[tony-gunks-italian-pizzeria]

Chapter Seven: Investigation! And Hunger!

“Hey, thanks for the save back there, Officer.” Tony led the policeman through the dining area of the pizzeria, passed the counter and through the hall towards the kitchen, “I thought i was a gonner for sure.” The man remained silent, all the while checking for hidden rooms or any sign of dead bodies. The officer looked towards the walk in freezer and asked, “Mind if we take a look in there?” Tony replied with a smile, “Sure thing!” He walked towards the door and opened it. As they walked in the officer questioned, “So you make pizzas, what are the meat hooks for?” Tony looked at the row of empty meat hooks along the right side of the cold room, “Oh those nasty lookin things? Here when i got the place, i guess it was a different type of joint before i got ahold of it.” The officer nodded and said, “Okay one last place to check, mind if we check your office?” “Not a problem!” Tony laughed. They walked out of the freezer to see Todd standing in the kitchen. “Hey Tony.” Todd said, the officer asked, “Who's this?” Tony answered, “Oh thats my top employee, he's here to help me prepare for tomorrow, its two months since i started this place, heh. Now lets get that room checked out huh?” They looked and found nothing of interest.

At the door the officer turned to Tony, “Thank you for your time, maybe sometime ill stop in and try this place out.” Tony grinned, “Not a problem, sir! We'd love ta see ya around.” “You two have a good night. We'll give you a call about the crazy who attacked you tomorrow. See where to go from there.” “I think it was just a misunderstanding, still shook me up something awful though.” Tony smiled, “Have a good night.” Tony and Todd waved the police car off and went back inside the pizzeria.

Tony walked to his store phone and dialed a number Todd couldnt read, “Hey, can you have the ingredients in by morning? Yeah. Thanks alot.” He hung up and turned to Todd, “Thats what earlier was about, more people on your side is useful.” Todd asked, “So the people you turned took all the evidence out while we were gone?” “Aint it awfully convenient?” Tony laughed, “And that hunters gone for now too! Say, didja catch that guy?” “I did, i dont think ill get used to it though. Sorry for the police by the way, i didnt know what else to do.” Todd admitted. “Ya did good, kid. Plus yknow the pizza only tides us over so long.” Tony praised. Todd looked down, “i think im going to go home, i need proper sleep.” “Go crazy, kid. See ya tomorrow?” Tony smirked. “See ya tomorrow.” Todd nodded.

Tony decided to go on a regular walk that night. He figured he'd tempted fate enough for that day. Tony went downtown, he turned left from the shop door and down the sidewalk. The street lights loomed overhead and he had a thought, “Four months, huh? Been a while since you've felt the sun. These lamps are the only light that touches your skin anymore aside from the pizzeria.” He turned down an alley before the upcoming intersection. “We're almost ready. Just a little more money. I can't help that it bothers me, I used to love its warmth. Now i dont feel much of nothin. When ya do your cold.” A group of friends come out of a bar ahead of him. They walk by, laughing. One of them bumps his shoulder as they struggle to remain side by side on the narrow sidewalk. Tony looks back and contemplates eating them, “Wait a second,” He continues walking, “Eating them? Sure i coulda taken em all down but id jus drink their blood. Did i want to eat them? You couuld devour em whole, yknow? You dont know the full extent of your abilities yet. Eh? Maybe ill give it a shot next time i get some grub.” He moves on passed the bar and eventually stands in front of the local dollar store, its bright yellow lights shine down from the leds displaying the stores name. He looks down, “My stomach feels empty, like, now though.” He sighs and pats his stomach lightly, “i could grab somethin soon. I should stop in here though, get a soda or somethin. Tide me over till i find someone.” Tony walks up the steps to the double doors and pushes one open.

Tony stands in the cold drink area, the glass doors slightly frosted over, blocking his view. He's stood next to another man, who's also trying to figure out what he should get to drink. Tony wondered for moment, “Could i?” Tony glares from the side of his eye at the man. The clerk by the register sits watching the camera feed of the aisles throughout the store, he glances at the feed for the soda, juice and water. He spots a man standing, confused by the glass. The clerk looks down at his phone to answer a text, its from his coworker, fun. “Yeah, sure.” A disgusting crunch noise brings his attention up from it however, and he quickly surveys the different feed options on his monitor. Camera one, the chip section, nothing. He looks up and sees a man in a cape, “Weird, must be a late feed.” Camera two, toilet paper and paper towels, a woman in a suit selecting laundry detergent. Camera three, cold drink cases. Nothing, except two unfamiliar shapes on the ground, he cant make it out through the grain. The clerk gets up and heads passed the chips, candy and cleaning sections. He turns when he meets the frosted doors and looks to the ground hoping to find the things he saw. Ahead of him sat a pair of shoes. Put together as though taken off and placed neatly side by side. He got closer to pick them up and put them in the “lost” bin behind the counter when he saw something in each. Bright and dark pink and red, layered with what looked to be white bone protruding slightly from it. He looked at the entrance of the right shoe and saw what looked to be a hairy piece of an ankle.

The clerk turned, horrified, he headed quickly to the desk and register. He needed to get to the phone and tell somebody about this but more importantly, he wanted to get away. “This just happened a minute ago, i need to get help.” He makes it through and stands in front of the chair to the register. He takes his phone from his pocket and presses the power button. The screen remains dark. He presses it a few more times to no avail. “Damn, ill use the store phone.” He looks to the landline beside the register, under the table. He dials 911 when a customer speaks from the other side of the counter, “Hey there! I got these and could i bug ya for a pack of Marlboros?” The caped man from the chip aisle stood in front of him, he dropped a bag of Cheetos and Ginger Ale onto the counter. The clerk looked up from the phone and said, “Of course! Just one second though sir, i need to make a quick call.” The caped man smiled and said, “Sure thing!” The clerk looked down not trying to take his full attention away from the man as he clicked the call button and held the phone to his ear. He didnt feel the signature resistance of its looped cord on his hand and it through him off. He looked to the cord and one half dangled from beneath the number pad, and the other from his receiver. He looked to the man nervously and remembered why he needed to call, he quickly glanced over the camera feeds again to find that he was alone in the store. “There was a woman here before, right? Which aisle? Which aisle?” He scanned frantically and stopped at the cleaning supplies aisle. He noticed a jug on the floor next to two similarly shaped objects, surrounded by a dark puddle. He didnt have to wonder what those were. The caped man behind the counter laughed, “Can ya grab my cigs? And ya know, scan my stuff?” The clerk stammered, “Oh uh- yeah uh-” He lifted his shaky hand towards the Ginger Ale and wondered where this man had come from. Nobody on camera had been wearing a cape. Suddenly the caped man's arm flew up and he lunged at the clerk, grabbing his arm. The clerk panicked and fought to get away from his strong clutch but it felt impossible, he tugged and tugged. The clerk tried pushing with a leg on the counter to gain more control but once he did the man pulled. He pulled with such ease it seemed mechanical. With no effort he was being dragged by his hand over the counter, the clerk tried to punch the man with his other hand but it was caught by the caped mans free hand. He had a better hold now.  The clerk's heart sank as the mans mouth opened wide, his jaw almost appearing to drop by a half a foot. The man adjusted his grip on the clerks arms, grabbing him by the wrists. He tried flopping, he tried to roll away but the caped man just threw him back onto his back each time. He couldnt sit up. The caped man intensified his grip so much so it felt the clerks wrists would snap. And they eventually, through a little force, did. The caped man began working his way down his arms, breaking the bone beneath his skin with just his fingers, inch by inch. Just before he began sliding the clerks arms, little by little, into his jaw. The jaw sliding open more and more to adjust for the bigger size of the man's body. There the clerk lied, in a puddle of tears and mucus as he let out scream after scream, pleads after pleads for the caped man to stop. And eventually the man did, not before making it to the clerks shoulders on each arm. The caped man slid the clerk back onto his side, bleeding profusely from his stumps, barely conscious. The caped man's mouth hung at least a foot more than it shouldve, it zipped back closed after a moment and he spoke “Do you want to survive?” The clerk nodded weakly, yes. “I can make that happen, wanna hear?” He nodded yes again. The caped man smiled, “Names Tony, you're hired. I can't wait for ya to meet the staff.”

[carelessflower]

this is an idea from when my friends and I were talking about demons and princes of hell obvs this is human au -

Adrenaline coursed through his veins, shoes pounding heavily on the muddy grass causing the mud to splash up his jeans. He turned the corner, and took out his phone, hitting the dial button but no answer.

"Damn it Alec." He cursed, as he ran down the street, and stopped in front of the tall grey house. It was concrete and tall glass coloured windows, like the ones you would see in a church.

He walked up the stairs, and rang the bell. He waited, tapping his foot impatiently. He rang again, until a voice shouted "im coming."

The door opened, Alexander stood there, wearing a black hoodie with black pyjamas.

"Rangor, what are you doing here?"

"Why cant you answer your phone?"

"I was asleep."

"Its 6 in the afternoon!"

"What is it?" Alec let out a small yawn.

"Magnus was in a car accident."

"What? Is he okay?"

"A few broken ribs, bruises and cuts, he is in hospital." He explained, as Alec felt a sense of anxiety running through him. His crush was dying.

"He is not dead or dying." Ragnor added, but Alec ignored him, as he called his mom, who came out from the living room.

"Magnus was in a car accident, can you take us to the hospital." Alec explained, his mom nodded, grabbing her own coat, and grabbing Alec's coat and shoes.

"Put that on and get in the car." She said, walking to the car.

The car ride was uncomfortable, all three people were uncomfortable. Ragnor was on the phone to Catarina, who was making her own way to the hospital. Alec texted Jace and Izzy, saying he was going to see Magnus in the hospital.

Maryse parked the car into the hospital car park, getting out and heading to the hospital reception.

"How can I help you?" A blonde woman smiled, looking up from her computer.

Alec read her name tag, Lydia.

"My boy- I mean friend was brought in from a car accident, Magnus Bane." Alec said, as Lydia typed into the computer before looking up.

"He is in room 13, on Ward 2. His father is already there, so only one of you can go in, two people at a time." Alec nodded, before running towards the lift, and pressing the 2 button.

"Teenagers." Maryse smiled, as both Ragnor and Maryse took the stairs.

Alec noticed the window blinds was closed, he knocked, and the door opened, a skinny, tan, long dark blue haired male opened the door.

"Your not Asmodeus?"

"Shush..im Magnus's uncle." The older male said, pulling Alec in, and closing the door.

"They said he would need surgery."

Magnus was asleep on the bed, tubes sticking out of him, a heart monitor on his chest, as his leg was in a cast.

"What happened? Why do they think your his dad?"

"Well my name Leviathan, people call me Levi, im supposed to be babysitting for his dad who is out of town, he wanted to drive his dad's new ferrari. I went with him, I told him to speed up, and he was drinking, and a car came out of nowhere..no one got hurt." Levi stopped speaking, as he saw the look in Alec's eyes.

"NO one got hurt?" He grabbed Leviathan by thr shirt, who pushed him back.

"Im sorry."

"Answer the other question."

"Um...They cant ring him..he will kill me."

"He will find out sooner or later."

The door opened, as Maryse and Ragnor walked in.

"Your not Asmodeus?"

"No im not. Ill leave you guys alone." Levi walked past the group, and getting his phone out and dialled Asmodeus.

"The doctor said he will be fine." Maryse said, hugging Alec.

"Cat is outside. And the receptionist said two people per room."

"Well F the rules." Alec said, holding Magnus's hand.

"Levi." Magnus coughed.

"Its me Alec." Magnus smiled, squeezing Alec's hand.

magnus baby...stop hurting magnus!!!

[adventism-atheism-orthodoxy-me]

Seventh-Day Fetishism

I have been forced to revisit my thoughts regarding core Seventh-Day Adventist beliefs again in light of some online discussion and in talking with my family.  I made the mistake of making an off hand remark that was not received too graciously in my home.

So, I will follow with my thoughts here, as is usual.

It helps that I continue to partake of Orthodox Christian Media.  The Lord of Spirits Podcast recently touched on the subject of Christian Idolatry in a Two-Part Series which I think touches on this subject (1, 2).  Fr. Stephen Freeman has also touched on aspects that I think are pertinent to the topic (1, 2).

Seventh-Day Adventists take an almost smug superiority over all other Christians for their advanced - superior even - understanding of the Bible, and of God’s plans.  Everything is dialed in, from Daniel to Revelation, and at the end of time those who keep the Old Testament Sabbath will have a leg up on all those unwashed heathens who failed to read, “the Bible’s Plain teachings”, regarding this sacred day.  The torment will, I suppose, be especially harsh for those unfortunates who happened to be, “led astray”, “into novel new (i.e. Catholic) teachings”....

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I used to watch a show put on by a well known photographer on PBS.  In one episode, he was in Benin or Mali, I think, and he visited a “Fetish Doctor”.  This doctor would prescribe rituals to be performed with various things, mostly animal, but not exclusively, in order to prevent disease, misfortune, or to cure illness.

Christians fetishize a lot of stuff. 

The “Solae” types fetishize a book among other things.  The Sabbatarians and militant Anti-Sabbatarians both fetishize a day.  Penal Substitution fetishizes “Justice”, or maybe just a formula - they may be, and probably are - the same group as the “Solae”.   Many Christians fetishize the Ten Commandments.  Even “Salvation”, as a goal, becomes a fetish.  It’s easy to fall into the trap of making something that is supposed to draw you closer, or to help you better understand God, and make it the point of your devotion.

Therefore let no one pass judgment on you in questions of food and drink, or with regard to a festival or a new moon or a Sabbath. – Colossians 2:16

Now maybe God doesn’t want us to judge the observance of New Moons or Sabbaths because he wants to do it himself - “Smite the Sunday keepers”!  But I don’t think so.  I watch both sides of the Sabbath issue go back and forth over its validity, but in the end, I think its usefulness needs to be contextualized or discarded.

He removed the high places and broke the pillars and cut down the Asherah. And he broke in pieces the bronze serpent that Moses had made, for until those days the people of Israel had made offerings to it (it was called Nehushtan). – 2 Kings 18:4

The Serpent had served its function, and had become a focal point of idolatry. What had been good, had changed, and needed to be discarded.

Given that I believe Salvation is found in true communion with the Trinity, I think that the idea of a single day, all by itself, isolated, outside of any other liturgical reality is just lame.  It’s empty ritual.  People are doing it because some book somewhere said so.  Really?  Because a book said so?

And we wonder why Atheists don’t take us seriously. Most Protestants come across as morons, to be perfectly honest.

The Sabbath, as part of a body of celebrations found first within the Israelite Jubilee cycles, became contextualized later within Orthodox Christianity as part of a greater whole.  It is the day memorializing the Old Covenant and the Old Testament Saints. 

Yes, you read that correctly - Old Testament Saints. 

The God of Abraham, Issac, and Jacob, is celebrated within the Orthodox Church.  Formally in the monasteries where liturgies are performed, but definitely part of the fabric of communal worship found within the Orthodox Calendar universally.  Once a year as part of the Holy Week Cycle, Great and Holy Sabbath is celebrated, and these words are spoken -

“The great Moses mystically foreshadowed this day when he said: God blessed the seventh day. This is the blessed Sabbath This is the day of rest, on which the only-begotten Son of God rested from all His works....” – Vesperal Liturgy of Holy Saturday

and

"Foreseeing Your Divine self-emptying on the Cross, Habakkuk cried out in amazement: “You cut off the power of the mighty, O Good One, speaking to those in Hades, as the Almighty.” Glory to You, our God, glory to You. You have sanctified the seventh day, which You blessed before You rested from Your labors; for You create everything, and You renew them, observing the Sabbath, and restoring Yourself." – Vesperal Liturgy of Holy Saturday

This is Sabbath in its context, not just a fetish, but the day as deliverance, as the culmination of Christ’s work on Earth.

Can Christians worship on Sabbath? 

If there were liturgies, I would attend. 

You will never hear me argue against it, all the better if it’s integrated into a larger liturgical calendar.  But you will never hear me argue for it exclusively; bartered in preference at the expense of another day for worship.  The Christian life is best understood as a communal experience, formalized perhaps, in a desire to do honor to our God and to each other, both those living with us, and those dearly departed; and in the end traditions give us the days we come together.

Sunday has been that day for a very long time now.

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Some time ago, it may have been in a book, or at the table of a Priest, I was told that there were services going on continually at the height of Hagia Sophia’s glory.  24/7/365 - How many modern Sabbatarians would be willing to devote that much time in a year to true Sabbath Rest?

Now that’s the question.

Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, Have Mercy upon me, A Sinner

[silverlab101]

Bronchitis: Varieties, Symptoms, Treatment, And Prevention

In medicine, X-rays are used to obtain a picture of part of the body. X-rays are necessary to diagnose many illnesses, for example, tumors, arthritis, dental issues, digestive or heart problems, and bone fractures. The side effects, dangers, and risks of getting X-rays while pregnant or breastfeeding are provided. Lungs Picture The lungs are a pair of spongy, air-filled organs positioned on either side of the chest . See an image of the Lungs and learn extra concerning the well being subject.

However, research has not proved or disproved the recommendation to extend fluids for respiratory infections, such as bronchitis. Bronchitis is a situation the place the liner of the bronchial tubes in the lungs becomes inflamed. The symptoms of continual bronchitis might bronchitis treatment resolve or enhance for some time. However, they'll come back or become worse once more, especially if there may be exposure to smoke or other triggers. Chronic bronchitis outcomes from repeated irritation and damage to the lung and airway tissues.

Always seek the guidance of a medical provider for prognosis and treatment. Learn about lung cancer life expectancy, treatment choices and ways to manage. A cough with acute bronchitis soundsproductive, which means you probably can hear the mucus. You often hear wheezing during breathing in acute bronchitis.

Acute bronchitis is normally caused by a viral upper respiratory tract an infection. It's unclear if people with asthma are extra vulnerable to bronchitis, nevertheless. "You might argue that having bronchial asthma means your airways are inflamed and that the immune defenses in these airways aren't optimal, which may predispose you to a bronchial an infection," says Dr. Rizzo. Acute bronchitis is part bronchitis treatment of the spectrum of sickness that happens with SARS-CoV-2 infection, and testing for this virus is suitable in the current pandemic. Fever, myalgias, sore throat, gastrointestinal symptoms, and loss of odor and taste are extra frequent with the SARS-CoV-2 virus than others. Breathing ExercisesActive Cycle of Breathing Technique might be used in order to mobilize secretions.

If an antibiotic is deemed necessary, the pharmacist ought to evaluate for drug-drug interaction and allergy previous to filling the prescription. If there are any issues, the pharmacist ought to make the scientific group aware of potential issues earlier than the drug is allotted. Procalcitonin could be useful in deciding on antibiotic use when the prognosis of acute bronchitis is unsure.

Tachycardia can be present reflecting fever as well as dehydration secondary to the viral illness. The remainder of the systems are sometimes inside regular limits. Summarize the importance of the interprofessional team in caring for and counseling sufferers with acute bronchitis.

It just isn't a substitute for skilled medical advice, analysis or treatment. Never ignore professional medical advice in looking for treatment because bronchitis treatment of one thing you've learn on the positioning. If you suppose you might have a medical emergency, instantly name your physician or dial 911.

[ohvu]

chapter one — I'm under your bed

wc: 304 ,, warnings pledis slander ig, curses, lowercase intended (written) ,, notes. set pre girls planet era . not proof read

standing in front of the director’s office, you took deep breaths contemplating whether to do it or not. “fuck this, I’m already here anyways”

knocking on the door, you waited for him to reply. finally hearing the ‘come in’ you took a deep breath before entering.

‘ah yn, what brings you here’ the ceo ushered you to sit down after greeting him.

‘well, I heard mnet is hosting another survival show. I was hoping if you would allow me, I’d like to participate and audition’

‘hm, may I ask why?’

hearing this, you also wondered why. you’re one of the trainees that exceeded the trainers’ expectations whenever they held trainee evaluations. you were sure that you would be a member if they're preparing a debut team, what urged you to take a risk?

‘I actually don’t know myself. I know I’ve been training for quite a while now but recently, I started thinking if being an idol is really the correct path for me? especially now that I’m reaching my twenties.’

‘I wanted to audition, to maybe find a reason why I should continue this path that I’ve been taking for so long. I wanted to find that passion that I lacked recently.’

‘i see’ he held his hands together looking down, thinking. ‘are you sure about this?’ he questioned.

‘positive’ you nodded, sighing after.

‘well then, you have my support. you have my permission, I hope you find what you’re looking for through the show.’ he nodded, offering his hands to shake it with yours.

‘thank you sir’ you shook his hands and bowed.

‘you may leave now, training hours are starting soon.’ he sat back down, motioning the door.

‘ah yes, I’ll get going. thank you again’ you bowed one last time, watching him dial someone before leaving the room.

error. erase the first 'to' on the second pic + intensions* on the last pic

mstrlst | prev – next

SYNOPSIS. debuting was a dream of yours, the problem was pledis doesn't have any plans on debuting a girl group soon. joining a survival show was your last chance, thus, you took it in hopes of debuting. now that you’ve achieved it, you promised yourself to not let anything hinder you while promoting. fate, however, had other plans. bumping into your senior slash label mates was a normal occurrence, but being them interested in a junior slash label mate wasn't. oh, how fate wanted to spice up things.

a/n. surprise surprise fdjhdf (early) first chapter 😵😵😵. lmao I was scared posting this but oh well . I'll only update once a week until schools over, I hope your okay w that 😓😓 this chapter gives off a bit of yn personality I think??? bffs can some of yall lend ur users ? ill tag you when I do use it 😧😧

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[surajmukhis]

vegaspetemacau headcanons

aka a long episode of 'can two fucked up dudes and one school kid make up a healthy family? the answer is yes <3'

both macau and vegas hate hospitals with a burning passion. it reminds them of their mom’s illness so the instant vegas’ doctor says he’s improving they’re in the car, yelling for pete to get in. (pete does not get in. the doctor’s next sentence had been to specify they still need to keep vegas under observation. the brothers try protesting for exactly three seconds before they see how the smile falls from pete’s face)

this is not to say pete is indifferent to their discomfort. within the first week, the hospital room is filled with flowers and huge, gorgeous bouquets. the brothers breathe easier without the oppressive scent of hospital chemicals but there’s barely room to sit. when vegas points t out, pete insists they’re from his well-wishers. (yeah ok his bluffing skills are poor. there’s a reason he got his tattoo) ‘i have two well-wishers,’ vegas reminds him flatly. ‘and they’re both in this room.’ macau tosses a flower stem at his face and vegas clarifies: ‘the second one is this doctor.’

it’s not all sunshine and roses but pete does his best to make the most of their situation. mornings mean family breakfast before macau is packed off to university. afternoons crawl by till vegas discovers pete’s uncanny talent with girl group choreographies. those are simultaneously torture and heaven to spectate. evenings are spent watching the worst of thai reality television, something macau claims to hate till he’s yelling at the stupid plot lines just as much as the other two.

(‘oh come on, he’s obviously lying about them being cousins!’ ‘didn’t you say you’re not watching.’ ‘you can’t call it watching if i’m trying to gouge my eyes out the entire time, hia.’)

somehow, the nurses never wake vegas up at the crack of dawn for unnecessary blood tests, which is pleasant but still shocking.

(ok fine maybe pete had a nice, very sweet chat with the medical staff when they woke vegas up minutes after he’d finally drifted off in the early hours one morning. but it worked, so who’s complaining?)

(macau overhears him bc of course he does. he doesn’t interrupt. when pete returns to the room, smiling, with a terrified nurse in his wake, macau has his favourite dessert waiting.)

casual murder-threats aside, the three of them have a fairly uneventful time. a good thing for vegas’ recovery and a shit fucking deal for his attention span. it’s only a matter of time before cabin fever brings with it the fever of competition. 

see this is fun bc vegas is ten kinds of terrifying till you put him in a board game. there, he refuses to cheat, says something about morals and fair play which is unfortunate bc, as it turns out, he really fucking sucks at games. 

pete and macau don’t give a shit. they kick ass at game night and take no prisoners. macau cleans vegas out so bad in the first few rounds that by the time pete flexes his skill at card games, he’s already irritable and betting on stupid shit like going to bed on time. 

(he loses that one too❤️)

when the competition threatens to tear their family apart, all three decide to take a break.

the peace doesn’t last. macau comes back from uni one afternoon, stars in his eyes, smiling all wide. ‘it’s true love,’ he says, dazed. pete and vegas exchange looks. it’s some girl who doesn’t know macau exists.

their amusement dials down to zero fairly quick when macau asks for dating advice, though. 

‘p’pete come on! you work fast! how did you get hia to fall for you?’ 

‘p’pete told me i need therapy.’

pete is affronted. ‘i also said you don’t suck!’ which, really—not the best improvement.

macau gives him a witheringly unimpressed look before turning to vegas.

a very unprepared vegas. taking a leaf out of pete’s book, he goes for honesty. ‘oh uh. my approach was a bit. hands-on. won’t be your style, buddy.’

pete, who has never missed a chance in his life, jumps in immediately. ‘oh yeah definitely not your thing, macau. he called my grandmother up to ask if we can go on a trip three minutes after we spoke properly for the first time.’  

macau frowns, wants to know why but vegas is quick to mumble some nonsense about blessings for their relationship.

neither of them are sure why macau seems to believe this excuse. vegas doesn’t exactly have the best track record, but hey whatever sticks, right?

by the time the doctor is finally ready to clear vegas for release, the entirety of their medical staff is on the verge of quitting, macau has had his heart broken (he ignored their advice and composed a song for the girl bc chay said it works 100% of the time—it didn’t) and vegas has lost a little less than a million baht to both of them through their nightly game sessions. 

‘and you’ll lose a million more,’ pete says cheerfully, helping him into the waiting car. ‘once we’re home.’ 

vegas can’t bring himself to complain. not when ‘home’ sounds so lovely coming from his love. 

macau, getting increasingly good at interrupting their private moments, manages to seat himself right between the two of them. it mends something in all their chests, the quiet moment of togetherness, shoulders brushing as they squeeze into backseat together, driving home.

(the serenity doesn’t last long. macau captures the aux cord and insists on playing them his latest songwriting attempt.)

[vidalinav]

Stu(died)-Chapter 3

Summary: Cassian takes care of a sick Nesta

Nessian Modern AU-university setting. 

Masterlist, Stu(died) Chapter List 

(Rolls eyes hardcore) I am continuing this fic for literally five people. Smh. 

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Nesta comes to their tutoring session late and that’s the first thing that tips him off. Already his phone is in his hand ready to call 911. He has Nesta’s number in his phone saved. The first person listed in his text log under Nerd. He can always text or call her. He belongs to The Rat Pack in Nesta’s Snap Chat group, and he knows he can always contact Emerie or Gwyn if something is truly wrong. Yet he dials in 911 and his thumb hovers over the call button.   

If she doesn’t show up in fifteen minutes, Cassian swears he’ll call.  

Nesta’s never late. In fact, she’s annoyingly early. She practically has a stop watch in her hand at all times, counting every minute she waits. When Cassian comes running in five minutes later, as he so often does, panting with some excuse, Nesta doesn’t even bother looking up from her textbook. She merely gestures to the seat, a heavy sigh on her lips, like she’s running out of time to bore him death even as she fascinates him to pieces. 

Her books should already be splayed onto the table, her pencils straight and neatly lined up. Today, the table is empty. 

He’ll give it fifteen minutes and then he’s calling.  

But Nesta shows up before another minute ticks by. She steps out of the elevator wearing that grey polo he’s seen on her a million times. She lugs her way to him, dragging her feet with the weight of those textbooks he’s sure are in her bag. 

She’s wearing a mask, today, and that’s another thing that sends his brain screeching somethings not right here! It covers half of her face, and her eyes look tired from where they peak above the fabric. Cassian doesn’t even bother waiting for her to settle. Already he’s crossing his arms, his brows crinkling with concern and something like irritation. 

How dare she think studying is more important than her health.  

“Go home,” he says as she nears. Nesta only blinks as if as not understanding his words. The fact that she doesn’t immediately argue is enough for him to start gathering his things.  

“What are you doing?” She says as he stuffs his notebook in his bag, “You have an exam in two weeks.” Nesta sets down her own, it slaps at the table with a heavy thump. Cassian can hear the zipper unzipping but not as well as the cough that roars out of her mouth.  

It’s loud and wet, and Nesta pauses as if to get her bearings, covering her mouth with her arm. She coughs and coughs and Cassian lays a hand to his own chest. He can almost feel how much it hurts, how she gasps. 

Cassian shakes his head, “No, I’m taking you home.”  

Nesta’s brows furrow and she gets that look in her eyes. He just knows she’s going to fight him on this. “I--”  

Cassian cuts her off, “please, save your breath. You’re going to make everyone sick.”  

“I’m wearing a mask!” Nesta argues.  

“It’s almost midterms.” Cassian gestures to the other occupants in the library. He sees one person with their hoodie pulled up over their head, clearly sleeping... and moves on to someone else. A group in the corner who’s standing by a whiteboard. “You want to take your chances with sleep deprived students?” 

Nesta seems to think about that. While she does, Cassian zips up her bag and throws it over his shoulder. It’s as heavy as he thought it might be. Briefly, he thinks of making a joke about how she must have stuffed a body in here, but he doesn’t think she’d appreciate it, given how quiet she is.   

Mentally, he starts making a list of everything she needs. Medicine? He’ll get the pills and the syrup, never mind if she scrunches her nose at the taste. He’ll get her soup. Not the canned. Cassian will buy the ingredients. He’s sure he can make something appeasing. Vaguely, he can remember his mom’s recipe. Beef broth and cabbage and squash. Hopefully she can stomach it. Never mind, the salt will be good for her.  

“Hey,” she whines, blinking up at him slowly, “give me my bag.”  

“Have you not heard me? You need to be home lying down. Not here, helping me study. Why on earth did you think this was a good idea? I’m taking you home.”  

Nesta crosses her arms and the intimidation tactic seems ridiculous with her face half covered and her endless sniffling. “You can try, but I’ll just refuse to tell you my apartment number.”  

Cassian scoffs, “I know where you live. I can see your room from the house when you study at night.”   

“Who says that out loud?” Nesta shouts. 

She must be terribly ill if she’s yelling in a library. That’s all he can think as he gestures to the elevator, bags in hand. 

“Never mind that. Let’s go,” Cassian says, walking ahead without her. 

He can’t hear her shuffling though, so he turns back to find Nesta leaning on a chair, holding her stomach. He can already feel himself sighing.   

Cassian rushes back just in time for Nesta to rip off her mask, and move to the closest trashcan. It’s situated under one of the bulletin boards and as Cassian sidles up to her, rubbing at her back and pulling her hair away, he looks to the papers tacked to the board.  

Join the rowing team. Looking for tutors. Research participants wanted.  

He can hear the retching and Cassian reads on. 

Babysitter wanted for professor, transportation needed.

“I haven’t thrown up since middle school,” Nesta says pathetically. She frowns as he hands her his bottle of water. Her nose and cheeks are red and for some reason he thinks of Rudolph, lighting the way for Santa through the storm. 

He feels bad for little Rudolph...

“Now will you let me take you home,” Cassian sighs. He hopes it doesn’t sound like an ‘I told you so’ but she should really be lying down. He lays a hand to her forehead, but she brushes him off, moving towards the bathrooms.  

“I’ll wait right here,” he says, but Nesta moves ahead as if she doesn’t hear him at all. Cassian can’t find it in himself to mind. A sick Nesta is guaranteed to be a stubborn Nesta, he just knows.  

When she gets out, she looks surprised to see him and that’s another look that just proves how sick she must be. It’s a fairly obvious prediction that he’s going to wait next to the girl's bathroom, counting ceiling tiles. It’s a perfectly ‘Cassian with Nesta’ thing to do.  

“You’re skipping class?”   

Nesta coughs again, and she looks perfectly pitiful as she blinks her tired eyes. Cassian can feel his lips frown, and he shifts her bag more securely on his shoulder if only to keep himself from reaching out for her. Already he can feel his hands bunch into fists because he wants to grab her own and squeeze it until she's reassured. He wants to hug her until she feels better.  

But he can’t.  

Cassian lists every action he wants to do. Kiss her forehead where Nesta rubs her hand, because she must have a headache from how sick she is. Put on her favorite movie, so she can fall asleep to its sound. Run to every store, raiding every Walgreens and CVS until he comes back with a pharmacy.  

What might she allow now that she’s sick? Will she let him fuss like he wants to?  

But Nesta rolls her eyes in that haughty way of hers. “You can’t do that.”   

“I can’t do what?” Cassian asks and he wonders if she can read his thoughts. If she studies him so well, reads him like one of her textbooks, memorizing facts and facial features.  

“You can’t skip class,” she argues. “Why am I tutoring you if you’re going to skip class?”  

At the words, all Cassian wants to do is sigh. She’s thinking about attendance at a time like this...   

“Nesta, there is no class more important than you.” 

Her brows crinkle at the center like she’s going to start arguing, but Cassian allows himself one touch. He places his thumb there, between her brows, smoothing out the lines. Nesta rips away, blinking up dazed and all too confused. Cassian would laugh at the look, if he didn’t need the distraction.   

He juts his head to the elevator quickly. “Let’s go. We can walk slow, so don’t overexert yourself.”   

Nesta scrunches up her nose, so cute and red, but she follows him anyway albeit a little petulantly. She holds her hand out for her bag, but Cassian turns toward the doors, pretending not to see.   

“How does me being sick make you bossy?”   

Cassian doesn’t dare to respond. He doesn’t know whether he’ll admit that he wants to take care of her, that’s he’s so worried a knot twists in his stomach, or if he’ll make some joke, he knows will make her mad. Maybe that’s the better option, he thinks. He can handle a mad Nesta. He likes a mad Nesta, but a Nesta who so easily rejects him?   

Cassian doesn’t know about that.   

“You don’t have any classes left this week, right?”   

Nesta coughs into her sleeve before answering. Though she means to sound queenly, she only sounds sick, “you know where I live, and you also know my class schedule... seems suspicious if you ask me.”   

“I’ve known you for two years.” 

“And murder victims are three times more likely to be killed by someone they know." 

Cassian huffs out a laugh, shaking his head, “Do you still go to sleep watching SVU? Or have you switched to Lifetime movies where the babysitters always try to kill the wife?”   

“People should be wary about the people they know,” Nesta shrugs as if that’s answer enough.   

Cassian snorts, “well you don’t have to be wary of me.”   

As the elevator doors open, Cassian gestures for her to go first and Nesta does, but not before crossing her arms.   

“That’s just what a murderer would want me to think.” She squints as if dissecting him, limb by limb. “You kill me, and I’ll haunt you. You won’t be able to sleep at night without thinking of me.” 

Too late, Cassian thinks.  

It’s much too late for that.  

~

Rudolph has the patience of a five-year-old when she’s sick. Cassian learns this fairly quickly when he runs inside a Walgreens on their way to Nesta’s apartment.  

There’s a bench that she can sit on, where she can wait if she feels tired, but no. Nesta decides she needs to run errands. She has an entire basket filled by the time he finds her again. She’s by the greeting cards, holding three open at a time. Cassian huffs with a receipt and medicine in hand.  

“Here,” he says, giving her the cough medicine. “Take some of this.”  

Nesta doesn’t even bother with pouring. He watches as she rips the cap away, taking a swig right out of the bottle, gulping it down.  

“That’s way more than the suggested amount,” he cries, “you can get drunk on this stuff!”  

“Good, maybe I’ll forget this day ever happened.”

Cassian sighs... it seems all he does is sigh when she’s like this. A sick Nesta is a petulant, irritated Nesta with a permanent furrow between her brows. 

“I know you feel sick,” he tries to placate, “but I bet you’d feel a whole lot better if we get you home as soon as we can... so you can lie down and sleep.”  

Nesta only picks up another Halloween card. She ignores his suggestion, laughing under her breath as she reads whatever inane joke is written there. Soon, she’s coughing though, and Cassian reaches for the basket just to stop himself from rubbing a hand down her back, combing his fingers through her hair.  

Stubborn, stubborn, stubborn, his thoughts scream.  

Cassian looks to the contents to distract himself from her watery eyes, and that’s when he notices what she’s grabbed. It seems that while he was in the cold and flu aisle, Nesta was raiding the snacks. 

“What is this?” He gestures to the basket. Two boxes of cereal. Caramel corn. Baked Lay’s and cans of Arizona tea. Cassian takes one and holds it up. “Really Nesta?”  

“What it’s green tea!” she argues, shoving another card back in its slot.   

“This is all... junk,” he tries to explain, but Nesta’s already glowering. 

“Look I don’t question your decisions. You don’t question mine.”  

Cassian gives her a bland look. “You question my decisions all the time. Before we came in here, you literally said ‘why are we going in here, Cassian? Weren’t you supposed to take me home.’ You said that.”

Nesta simply raises her chin, pulling out another card. “I recall no such thing.” 

“Fine,” Cassian grumbles, “if you want to eat yourself to an early grave and ignore everything that could potentially make you feel better than that’s just fine with me.”  

“Good,” she says, putting back the other cards. Nesta settles for a pop-up that sings Monster Mash when she opens it. She sets it in the basket he holds, walking ahead without even looking back. “I’m ready to check out.”  

“Really?” Cassian jokes, mockingly. “Are you sure you raided the candy aisle?” 

Nesta stops in her tracks, peering through the section with printer ink and paper as if she can see the other side. He swears he’d facepalm if he wasn’t carrying all this stuff. 

“You’re right,” she says, nodding. 

“Wait!” Cassian calls. “Where are you going? Nesta!”  

Too late. He can already hear crunching bags. 

The variety packs.  

Cassian sighs, lugging their things to the aisle next door. 

~

“Can I use these vegetables?” Cassian asks, as Nesta shoves open the door to her room. He’s surprised she’s not still by the freezer. When they first get back to her place, she sticks her head in there and he wonders if he should suggest taking her temperature, or if she’s doing it just to show him she’s annoyed.  

Perhaps her ears bleed from the sound of his voice.  

That seems like something Nesta would say.  

“They’re Emerie’s. Why?”

“To make soup,” Cassian explains, rifling through the contents. There’s zucchini and summer squash. Onion, fresh parsley and carrots. Cabbage and lettuce. Fresh fruit. He can make a nice stew out of this.  

Nesta scoffs, “I don’t need soup.”  

She enters her room, shoving the door back behind her until it leaves only a crack.  

“You can leave now,” she yells. “I’m home like you wanted.”  

“Are you lying down?” He asks, crossing his arms sternly though she can’t see him.  

Nesta sighs loudly, “you’re annoying!”  

“Maybe if you got some rest, I’d be less annoying,” Cassian sings brightly.  

He can hear the soft sound of her voice. “Doubt.”  

Cassian shakes his head with a smirk. He opens his snapchat where The Rat Pack is the first on the list, but the group name has changed... to People I Tolerate.

That’s got to be Nesta.  

Cassian laughs under his breath and types. Can I use your vegetables? Making Nesta soup.

Emerie’s bitmoji pops up at the bottom, but the person who texts back first is not Emerie, but Gwyn.  

You’re at our house?

Cassian can almost hear her voice. Stern and cautious. He’s almost certain she doesn’t like him. Gwyn looks at him with even more disdain than Nesta when he's around. That stay away from my friend look.  

He sighs. Yes, Nesta’s sick.  

Gwyn’s quick to respond. I can come home early. I need to drop off a paper, but I can be there in 30.  

Cassian rolls his eyes and types, I’m perfectly capable of taking care of her.  

Nesta’s face pops up. I can take care of myself.  

“No, you can’t!” Cassian yells.  

“Yes, I can!” Nesta yells back, but then she starts coughing again and he can hear her groan in the other room. Cassian raises a brow at her door.  

I’m going to make soup. I’ll make enough for all of you, but can I use stuff from the fridge? I’ll replace it all.  

Emerie’s face pops up and then disappears quickly. He’s about ready to go to the store himself or at least next door to the House, but Emerie’s text appears.  

I have no objections to this.

Cassian smiles in relief, and he’s about to set down his phone when another notification appears. It’s Emerie again.  

And if you make good soup, you can stay indefinitely.  

Cassian sends a winking emoji. Nesta sends back the emoji with the straight mouth and eyes. Before he can frown at what that means, Cassian sees that the group name has changed... to Three’s Company.  

That’s got to be Gwyn.  

Stone cold, Emerie texts back.  

Cassian decides he’s going to ignore that for the moment and focus on the objective at hand.  

Soup.  

Cassian pulls out the vegetables and looks through the cupboards. Emerie, it seems, has all the good spices. He finds the broth packets stored in the back, and he pulls out some beef from the freezer. It’ll need to defrost but he can start the broth now, get the vegetables soft, and brown the beef later. It’ll take a couple of hours anyway.  

Occasionally, he hears a cough as he works. Then a sweet laugh... followed by a cough and a groan. Cassian feels bad for her he does, but he can’t help but find the whole situation amusing. She should be resting and yet she seems to be wide awake.  

Nesta doesn’t come out of her room though. It’s as if he’s not even there, and he takes that time to look over her shared apartment. There are three doors, each with a letter at the front. The N is blue, the E, green, and the G, pink. He doesn’t know how it’s possible to have a living room that looks like all three, but somehow it works. It’s studious and bright. Colorful, but subdued. There are way too many throw pillows and books scattered everywhere, but there’s also a TV with a fireplace under it. He can just imagine Nesta laughing at scary movies. Some slasher fic she’ll watch like she’s taking notes.  

He can imagine Nesta everywhere, in fact.  

This is where she eats. Where she sits. Where she studies. This is where she trips over shoes if they’re not neatly lined up and where she complains about dirty dishes. This is where she cooks... if she does cook. Cassian doesn’t know.  

Maybe he’ll get to find out one day.  

Once the water starts boiling and the meat is in the microwave to defrost, Cassian goes to check how Rudolph is doing.  

He knocks on her door lightly, pushing it open. “Nesta?”  

Cassian’s never seen her room before, say for when she sits by the window with her curtains wide open, and just like then, it seems like an invasion of privacy to do so now. But Nesta’s plopped on top of her bed, tucked beneath her blue comforter, and she sets down her phone when he appears at the door.  

Her whole room is filled with blues and creams, and it looks exactly what he imagines Nesta’s room to look like. The large calendar, an agenda on the desk, bookshelf after bookshelf lining her walls. There are also things he doesn’t know of her yet. Pictures and posters and a.... stuffed lobster? Cassian holds it up.

“Would you stop looking around?” Nesta groans. She has her arm resting over her eyes, and he wonders if it’s because she doesn’t want to see him looking or if she feels that bad that the light is bothering her.

She should be getting some rest, he thinks.  

“Where did you get a stuffed lobster?”

Nesta coughs out her response.

The sound makes Cassian grimace, his chest ache with need, but he doesn’t rush over like he wants to. This is her house, her room... and this is Nesta who doesn’t like to be coddled by anyone.

“It’s a heat pack,” she says at last, after she catches her breath.

“A heat pack?” Cassian looks to the soft red claws that dangle. He’s never seen anything so soft be a heat pack.

“For cramps,” she says as if it’s obvious. Nesta must take his silence to mean ignorance for she lifts onto her elbows, raising a judgmental brow. “Please tell me you know what periods are or am I am going to have to go back to teaching you biology?”

“No,” Cassian draws out, “I know what periods are.”

Nesta mumbles a thank god and Cassian watches as she shifts under the covers, pulling them up until they hover just beneath her mouth.

“Are you cold?” Cassian asks, looking around her room. He spots his burgundy hoodie neatly folded and nearly yanks it from her desk. “Here. Wear my sweatshirt.”

“I just washed it,” Nesta whines, “I was going to give it back to you.”  

Cassian’s confused by the words, but he merely gestures for her to budge up. He’s thankful when she doesn’t argue. He rolls the sweatshirt over her head and Nesta fits her arms through the sleeves.  

“You didn’t have to wash it,” he says, watching as she pats down her hair. If only he could pull it up for her, comb his fingers through it. She could use his scrunchie too, if she wanted.

Nesta rolls her eyes, and he can only imagine what she thinks. He can practically hear the words. Of course, you wouldn’t care about clean clothes.

Her expressions practically give her away--everything she feels and thinks. Cassian wonders if he knows how open she is to the rest of the world. He wonders if she’d hate him if he told her this.

“It was going to smell like me,” she frowns.

Cassian wants to huff out a laugh. That is perfectly fine by him.  

“Stop laughing,” she whines, “I’m being serious.”  

“Yes, you’re being very serious.” He can’t help his smirk as he gazes up at her. He doesn’t even realize he’s on her bed, sitting to the side of her all bunched up in red. Her nose to the fabric. He almost wants to say she looks cute in his hoodie, all sick like that, but he knows she’ll only bite at him, remarking about how he has some weird fetish for sick girls. 

Cassian holds back a laugh as he hears the microwave ding. He needs to turn the meat around, so it doesn’t cook through, but Nesta grips his arm. His head whips towards her and... Nesta’s gazing up at him. Her eyes are a soft blue. Just like her room.  

“You’re warm,” she says. To explain herself, he thinks, and why she holds him as if she doesn't want him to move.   

Cassian’s lips raise lightly, and he places the back of his hand on her forehead. “You must be worse than you’re letting on if you're okay with me being in your bed.”  

Nesta scoffs, “you’re on it. Not in it. I’ll make that distinction very clear.”  

“You can’t be that sick then,” Cassian shrugs, smiling. “If you’re making everything sound like a tutoring session.”  

Her cheeks flush a bright pink and Cassian thinks she must have a fever. He wonders if he should search for an ice pack or make one, so she doesn’t get too hot.  

“Are you tired?” He asks, noting how slowly she blinks. “You did drink a lot of cough syrup.”

“I also took a NyQuil,” she says, closing her eyes.  

Cassian huffs, “remind me to teach you how read warning labels when your fully coherent.”  

He can hear the microwave ding again, and it reminds him of an alarm. Wake up! It seems to say. Being in Nesta’s room does feels like falling asleep. Rather dream-like and hazy. The microwave dings incessantly, but Cassian doesn’t want to wake up just yet. 

Her hand is still on his arm. It’s so much smaller than his and he wants to trace the skin there and see if it’s as soft as it looks. Cassian doesn’t dare look at her, in case she doesn’t just bang together two loud cymbals and tell him to get up and out and away. 

Cassian looks ahead instead, fixing his gaze on the stuffed lobster on her desk.  

“Nesta,” he starts and then swallows. He feels nervous, his hands clammy. “Nesta, I really think you and I... we’d be good together.”  

Cassian takes a breath, and he stares at the lobster as if it’s her face. “We’ve known each other for a long time now and I... I haven’t hid how I feel about you.” His heart is beating way too fast, and he doesn’t feel any freer from speaking the words, but Cassian decides it’s time to rip the Band-Aid off. “I thought maybe... we could try it out. See if you might be comfortable with it. If you might like me... too?”  

He doesn’t know why he words that like a question, but Nesta doesn’t say a word. Cassian looks back, hoping there’s no disgust in baby blue. He doesn’t know what he’d do if she just outright says he’s trash and she’ll never like him. 

But Nesta’s fast asleep.  

Cassian doesn’t bother sighing as he grips her limp hand, setting it on the blanket. He doesn’t bother being disappointed when he tucks the comforter around her. Her cheeks are a lobster-red and he rubs a thumb lightly there, wondering what it would be like to hold her face in his palm and kiss at her nose. Would she complain as he pecked her lips? You’ll get sick Cassian.  

Then we can stay in bed together, Nesta.  

No. Cassian’s not disappointed at all. 

He’ll tuck away his dreams where tomorrow lives. 

Today, he’ll stick to what he’s good at, so Cassian heads to the kitchen to make soup.

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Mwahahahaahah

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In case you missed, here’s the stuffed lobster in the flesh.

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"Why am I still writing this fic?" I say angrily, as I angrily type it in my angry word document.

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Shark Week: The Tallest x F!Reader

The following is a non-profit fan-based story, Invader ZiM  is owned by Jhonen Vasquez and Nickelodeon please support the official release, I gain no profit nor do I own anything other than OCs and whatever spouts from my imagination!

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Summary: Red and Purple get an impromptu human reproduction lesson when they go and check on Y/n who's been hiding from them all day.

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"I'm telling you somethings wrong! Yesterday Y/n looked off."  Red stressed to Purple who was completely unbothered as he chowed on some cheezy-puffs. "Maybe she's just tired, she was probably up all night watching TV again." Purple stated this wouldn't be the first time Y/n has looked haggard after a night of movies and video games! but then again, They were still getting used to this whole courting a human thing so...

Red frowned and went to say something else, when he got a weird look on his face, he looked like he was concentrating on something, he sniffed the air his antenna wiggled around inquisitively then suddenly stood right up. "Hold on! Do you-... do you smell that?" the red eyed Irken said to his co-tallest who stopped gorging himself on snacks, and whiffed air doing the same antenna wiggles aside from the sugary treats, burnt wires, machine grease and other Irkens nothing was out of the ordinary... he blinked his face shifted to one of confusion catching the scent of something foreign but familiar, his antennas suddenly sprung up.

"Yeah... It smells like the time Y/n got a paper cut...but more bad." The tallest looked at each other worried, they dropped their snacks and rushed towards Your room, though Purple doubled back to picked up a bag of donuts and went after Red, when they arrived in the hallway just outside your room. 

The stench of blood was stronger now, they found a small group of your guards standing outside all of them looking very concerned, one of the taller guards an Irken named Deeko noticed the tallest hasty approach. "My Tallest, I was just about to call." he said with a salute.

The leaders waved him off "What's going on?/Where's Y/n?!" Red and Purple demanded over each other as the guards looked nervous. "We're not sure, liaison Y/n won't let anyone in,  when we ask what's wrong? she just tells us to leave!" Deeko explained and noted she locked everyone out of her room, Red dismissed the guards, he and Purple could handle it... at least they thought they could, Red knocked on the door.

 "Y/n are you okay?" Red asked he heard you cuss and your footsteps moving around your room. "I'm fine! I'm just... I'm getting dressed!" You said hastily while mentally kicking yourself for being so obvious that you were hiding something... 

(Usually you had time to prepare for shark week, You had supplies! but ever since moving to the Massive, the stress from leaving Earth to living in space has cause your cycle to be maladjusted, this was the first period you've had in three months.) For now you just kept your fingers crossed and hoped Red and Purple bought that excuse.

They didn't, the tallest looked at each other Red nodded Purple hacked your door, it opened and your boyfriends walked in. "Oh for fuck sak-" you were cut off by Purple and Red getting a hold of you they started smelling you; they were perplexed you didn't look hurt... but the stench of blood was everywhere, you tried to talk them into leaving. "Look guys I know your worried but..." Red suddenly pulled away and was hyper focused on your bed, Your bare bed.

 "Where are your sheets?" he asked looking around the room with Purple "Uhh..." you tried to come up with something, too late! Purple found your linens, and ruined pair of underwear balled up behind a chair, You tried to stop him, but the purple eyed Irken had already picked up your sheet saw the bloodstains and... Chaos ensued.

Cut to you stuck on the medical deck. Cranky, cramping and miserable; while being poked prodded at by tiny green men or at least they tried to, you gave them an empty threat tossing them out the airlock and had ordered your S.I.R. unit: Ede, to maim anyone who came near you, needless to say the Irken medics backed off, while Red and Purple frantically called Zim for help thinking you were dying, but the banished invader wouldn't answer his damn communicator! Red slammed his fist on the console in exasperation. 

"Zim you better answer this call or so help me!" there was static before Zim finally picked up. "Oh my Tallest! to what do I owe-" Purple cut him off jumping in front of the screen "SKIP THE PLEASANTRIES SHORTY! OUR HUMAN IS DYING!!! *Munch* HAU DOE EE FRIX HWIT??" the Purple clad leader demanded while stuffing doughnuts in his mouth as Zim looked at them startled. "....What?" Red growled and shoved Purple out of the way. "Y/n she has some kind of illness, it's making her bleed... *ahem* down there." Red stated Zim looked at them both for a moment before something clicked.

"Oh! You mean Menses?"

"You know what it is? How do you cure it?!"

"Edging closer to the sweet brink of death..." Zim said coldly leering at them Red and Purple gawked him fearfully, Zim kept the dark act up few seconds then burst out laughing at them. "Hehe...I kid, I kid! O-ho Zim's love-mate pulled the same thing when he asked...hehe" Red glowered at him. "Computer hone in on Zim's base signal and initiate It's Self-Destruction sequence on my mark.." The earthbound Irken sputtered and panicked with Skoodge and Gir running around screaming as Red started the count down. 

"Wait, ZiM will tell you everything he knows! just don't blow up my house!"

"Computer cancel Base Self-Destruct... Start talking Zim."

"When human females reach a certain age they-..." 

You were still in the medbay headphones on ignoring your aches and pains by playing your Game-slave DXI, while Ede and Deek were sitting near by playing cards and making sure none of the medical staff bothered you, when the door opened and two very flustered Tallest floated in; they noticed Deeko sitting little too close to you and gave him a heated look that could melt permafrost. 

The green eyed guard swallowed nervously and silently left the room with along with Ede which you hadn't noticed. Until you saw the door close in your peripherals, you were about to ask where they were going? and if they could get you some snacks? when a blanket along with a bag of various candies and donuts was dropped on to your lap causing you to jump a bit surprised.

You looked up and saw your boyfriends watching you intently, cocking a brow you pulled your headphones down to see what they wanted? "What this for-" Red and Purple suddenly hugged you confusing you further. "Uh guys? what up with you?" Red was first one to speak up, his face had light blush to it. "We called Zim, he told about this Menses cycle your having." Purple reached into the bag on your lap and took out a candy-bar and offering it to you. "He said chocolate helps." Needles to say you were touched these guys really care about you if they were willing to go so far as to recruit Zim's help to figure out what was wrong with you.

"It does, what else did he tell you." You asked keeping your guard up because well... it's Zim. "He said he'll send over some medicine and said to use heat if you get bad cramps..." Red gestured the blanket which you realized was a large heating pad, when you noticed the dial, "That's pretty sweet of him, remind me tell him thanks next time he calls." Both Red and Purple were still clinging to you which roused your suspicions. "Did he say anything else?" The tallest looked around to make sure everyone was busy working and looked back at you with identical smirks.

You saw Red used one of his PAK legs to interface with room control port, the windows tinted, the lights dimmed and the door locked before Purple whispered something in your ear, Your face felt like and probably looked like a stove iron, you felt Red's smirk widen as he nibbled on your neck while Purple's hands slowly move down to your hips; Zim had told them about the alternative and very fun way of helping you out with your cramps, needles to say the Medical staff avoided that part of the medbay for a while...

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~Happy Anniversary~

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Joi Irinaka was not a nervous man. An ill-tempered man sure, but nervous? Not likely. He's only ever been nervous about 2 times in his life so far. There was the first instance when he was younger running with a wild crowd that nearly ended him in jail or worse had he not found his way out. And the second instance was now.

His eyes shifted from the stack of bills and papers in front of him to the clock ticking on the wall and back again. He hadn't been able to focus during this last hour and to him the stakes were considerably high. Tonight was your first year anniversary together and he didn't want to mess anything up. He'd already purchased you a gift 2 weeks in advance and was planning on taking you out to your favorite restaurant tonight. The thing holding him back from everything was the fact that he was still stuck here at work for an extra 2 and a half hours more than he intended. It was getting to be later and later into the evening and he was becoming more anxious with each passing minute. Finally there was a short knock at the door before Nemoto entered. Joi immediately stood up and shifted into his larger form. Shin ignored the daggers being glared at him considering Joi's anger was a daily occurrence to him. "Calm yourself Irinaka. Communications broke down between us and the other group and that is what caused the delay. I will take over from here." Nemoto assured him as he took a seat and began counting the bills. Joi had no time to complain about anything as he needed to get home and get home quick. So he gathered his annoyance at his teammate, bottled it up, and headed out of the base to his car.

On the way home he was formulating a multitude of apologies before settling on the best possible option. Unfortunately everything was cut short given the sudden information he's come across when his notification chimed from his phone. "What-WHAT THE HELL???" He could feel his eyes nearly bulge out of his head as that familiar throbbing came about from the anger welling up. The package got delayed??? It was supposed to be here TODAY! He gripped the sides of his phone and nearly cracked it in half had he not remembered your soft voice in the back of his head reminding him to breath. He reluctantly tried to calm himself down, grinding his teeth before taking deep breaths in and out. "Alright it's fine...It's fine. I'll just get Y/N something tomorrow to make up for the package being late. No time to shop tonight since we gotta go to the restaurant. Speaking of which..." He quickly dialed the number to check up on the closing hour and what he heard next would've surely sent his old self into a blind flying rage...

"Our apologies sir but we're currently under renovations given the new addition to our establishment. Can we offer you a 2 for 1 coupon to make up for this inconvenience?"

"gggggrrrrrrrr NO YOU CANNOT GIVE ME A 2 FOR 1 COUPON BECAUSE IT'S NOT THE SAME THING AS EATING THERE WHEN I NEEDED TO!!!!!!!!" He hung up the phone and swore he was going to explode soon when suddenly he heard a gentle tapping at the window of the passenger side. He looked and saw your smiling gently at him. Your muffled laugher quickly calmed him as you pointed at the lock on the door. He unlocked it and you took a seat on the inside. "Why are you out here screaming over the phone? Is it those people trying to sign you up for their healthcare plan again or is it that group asking about our car warranty?" You teased him. He frowned and looked down at his lap, twiddling his large thumbs and sighing. Your demeanor changed as you shifted from playful to open-eared. "What's wrong Joi?" He sighed once more and looked at you defeated. "Everything is fucked and it's all my fault."

"Huh?"

"Y/N, I fucking ruined our first anniversary. First I wasn't even supposed to go to work today and still went in anyway since we needed the money. Then I ended up staying way too long."

"Joi It's okay! I know you need to work. You can't exactly skip days in the yakuza...well I'm sure you can but you probably shouldn't. I respect you and the hard work you do to support us. It's no big deal."

"Yeah? Well then I get home and find out the gift I wanna get you is delayed in the mail. It was supposed to be here today and now it won't be here to next week likely."

"So, big whoop! I don't need a gift right now tonight just because it's our anniversary. I'm happy just having you by my side for an entire year haha."

"But the restaurant too...I was gonna take you to eat at your favorite place. They're closed. That suit over the phone said they were rennovatin and such."

"Okay? I have a lot of places I like to eat at. If one is closed then I can just eat at another one!" He grimaced and stared at you for a moment longer. "Why are you always so soft on me? Always forgivin me for shit when you know I don't deserve you. I don't de-" You silenced him by grabbing his hand and pressing a long kiss into the palm of it before nuzzling your cheek into it and looking up through your lashes at him. "You shut your mouth or you'll really be in trouble. Irinaka I love you so much. I love you much more than you seem to know. I think you deserve everything and more. Just because everything isn't going the way you planned it doesn't mean that it's any less of an anniversary to me. What matters to me now is that you're here and I'm here...we're here together. Don't you figure that's good enough?" You waited on his answer. He smiled a small smile in return. "Yeah I suppose."

"Now put it in drive will you? We can go somewhere and get something else to eat. Oh let's also try and catch a movie! There's this new one out that I think you're gonna like. It's got that one actor in it that was also in-" By now he was lost to your happy chattering but fully focused on the way you looked tonight. The way your eyes always seemed to twinkle with excitement and the way you smile so softly at him, and mostly just the way you love him despite all that he is. And although things didn't go as planned in the moment, he was finally beginning to feel like this first anniversary was a success. He could only hope for many more with you right by his side.

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