#this scenario has been living in my head for 24 hours I need to get it out

[federaliszt]

isolation

thank god the team had made it in time, team leader thought breathlessly.

whumpee was pulled from their cell with wide eyes and matted hair and a thin, emaciated frame, and blood and bruises covering pretty much every inch of their skin. their first instinct was to recoil from their rescuers, citing how dirty and bloodstained they were. that didn't matter to leader, though. when team leader finally found them, they gave a huge sigh of relief and pulled whumpee into their arms mumbling their name and hugging them tight.

whumpee's eyes just went even wider as their arms hung limply at their sides.

when they got back home to base, while whumpee was receiving medical treatment, team leader took the team aside and reminded everyone of just how much personal space whumpee had always demanded, how annoyed whumpee had always been by public displays of affection and unsolicited hugs and by people who were "clingy" and hung around nonstop when whumpee just wanted to be alone. so although they all wanted to crowd in and celebrate whumpee's safe return, everyone agreed that it would be best to give whumpee plenty of space and time to recover and to be able to dictate the terms of who got to see them and when, especially after all that loss of control they experienced while in brutal captivity.

whumpee, meanwhile, spent most of their time curled up in the far corner of their room, arms around their knees, a haunted look on their face, but not saying much, even to team leader and their former best friends, who did their best to keep quiet and try to just wait until the day when whumpee would hopefully meet their eyes at last and finally invite them to stay.

days passed this way, and then weeks, where whumpee saw no one except at meal times, when team leader would bring them food on a tray, silently passing them their utensils and something to drink before retreating without a word.

until one day, as team leader brought them dinner, whumpee's expressionless facade finally cracked.

"why won't the rest of the team talk to me anymore?" whumpee asked in a tiny voice. "I get that I let you all down when I let myself get captured, but I just thought... I hoped that they would still..."

as whumpee trailed off, fat tears sliding down their cheeks, team leader's heart shattered into a thousand little tiny pieces. for a moment, they struggled to figure out what to say before frantically blurting out, "Oh, no, whumpee, we just thought-"

"Even you, Leader. I thought if anyone would be able to forgive me for messing up, it would be you, but you barely even look at me, or talk to me, it's like you can't stand to be in the same room as me-"

[impromptu-sketches]

So I’m reading Jinx.

I’m so curious how everything’s going to play out and if there will be a happy ending because in my view there’s no way that Jaekyung is redeemable after everything he’s done so far and will probably continue to do to Kim Dan.

(spoilers ahead)

I mean, poor Kim Dan, he went from in majorly in debt to loansharks, agreeing to have sex with his boss in order to make enough money, to being his boss’s indefinite sex slave in less than a few hours :(

Literally, Joo Jaekyung can only be redeemable if something so life-changing happens to him that his whole personality changes. Like, losing a fight and getting -seriously- injured or being outed/losing his career or Kim Dan saving his life after being close to death or something.

But with his current personality just seeing Kim Dan in pain or falling for him won’t do. Not enough.

Personally, I’m hoping that Kim Dan’s grandmother passes away and while Kim Dan is grieving or supposed to be grieving Joo Jaekyung crosses the line in some way that pisses Kim Dan off and so before the next big fight Kim Dan is on the brink of it and refuses to sleep with him before the match. Then, Joo Jaekyung loses the fight, gets hit in the head, has severe amnesia, and has to slowly regain his memories. Kim Dan, out of the kindness of his heart, comes back to help him because he thinks it’s his fault he got injured, and while rehabilitating and slowly remembering his life, Joo Jaekyung finally realizes how awful of a person he’s been - in general and especially to Kim Dan. When he regains all of his memories, he’s ashamed at the person he was. THEN and ONLY THEN can he be a better person, fall in love with Kim Dan, and they can be happy together.

I mean, can you imagine Kim Dan in that scenario trying to explain to him how they got in the predicament to begin with? “Um, I was just your physical therapist but then you started paying me to sleep with you before your matches and whenever you wanted - and I needed the money because my grandma was unwell. Then you paid off all of my debt and forced me to live here and be your plaything 24/7.” 

I need to see the REGRET I need to see TEARS I need to hear PLEADING APOLOGIES I want him to REFLECT and I want him to SIMP for Kim Dan so bad that he has to BEG for his forgiveness and GET ON HIS KNEES for a chance to even be in the same room with Kim Dan.

[blackjackkent]

1, 7 and 14 for Hector

4, 10 and 15 for Karlach

And some group ones for your standard Hectorverse group (Hector, Karlach, Jaheira and whoever you pick as #4)

2, 11, and 17

(OC Asks: Put Those Guys in Situations!)

Wheee, so many prompts. :D TY!

For Hector:

Your character is being offered three wishes by a genie. The usual rules reply. What do they wish for?

A healthy normal heart for Karlach (obviously)

Probably something nice for the monastery that it's been needing, like fixing a big wall that's been broken forever or something like that.

Some kind of cool magical item that gives him and his friends a group chat of some sort even as they start dispersing in the post-game.

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7. If your character could have an infinite supply of ONE food, which food would they choose?

Hm. 🤔

I think Hector does not have a particularly adventurous palate. There's exactly zero chance that the monastery where he lived for fifty years was doing exciting culinary things down in the kitchen; this is a man for whom variety was a foreign concept before the nautiloid showed up. We're going to go with a nice venison roast, because it seems something he would likely be familiar with and enjoy.

If this ever comes up as a discussion question in camp, Gale absolutely facepalms aggressively when he says this and starts pointing out much more exotic and interesting meals he could choose, to which Hector is sort of politely puzzled and says, "But I like venison."

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9. Your character gets stranded on an island. They can choose one item to have with them. What do they choose?

Hrmdehrm. Something practical, I suspect. A knife, or flint and steel. I don't know exactly how well Hector would do at surviving on his own without the help of anyone around him but he would need all the help he can get.

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For Karlach (she's not an OC but I will do my best regardless :D ):

4. Your character has to give a ten-minute speech on a subject of their choice to a room full of experts. What subject do they choose?

This literally actually happens in game, more or less; you can ask her the best way to kill a demon and she gets really excited and infodumps at you about all the different types. It's adorable and was ABSOLUTELY one of the things that first made Hector fall in love with her.

Hector to Karlach:

So... the answer is demon-hunting, and Hector would listen to the whole thing with the biggest heart-eyes imaginable. XD

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10. Your character finds a lost child. What do they do?

Again, we actually sort of get an example of this in-game, when Yenna comes to camp. Karlach is super pleased to help her, offers to play games with her, and is just generally a sweetheart. I think in any similar situation she would do the same; make sure the kid had a safe place to be, as long as necessary, and work to find their parents. She grew up poor and I'm sure knew plenty of street kids in the Outer City, and probably saw the big advantage that she was given by having a safe place and a roof over her head, and she also talks about wishing she'd been able to help with Jaheira's halfway house instead of working for Gortash; I think she'd want to help any way she could for a kid in need.

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15. Your character is doing a sponsored challenge to raise money for charity. What kind of challenge do they do?

Something physical, probably. She has an idle animation in camp doing one-armed pushups so maybe something around that. I could also see her doing one of those hot sauce challenges or the like.

Kissing booth would also get a lot of takers and give her lots of long-denied physical contact. XD

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For the Hectorverse Group! (We'll put in Minsc as the fourth since he was the standard fill in the flex slot for the latter chunk of the game.)

2. Your characters have been locked in a room together for 24 hours. It is impossible to escape the room by any means. What happens?

LOL. This sort of depends on the scenario that has put them in the room. It's impossible to escape, but is the confinement for a known reason with a known end time? Do they get out after 24 hours? If so, this is absolutely IMMEDIATELY taken as an excuse for everyone to get some goddamn rest. Jaheira sacks out in one corner, Hector and Karlach snuggle up in another, Minsc and Boo just kind of vibe until the time is up.

If they're just stuck there indefinitely things get a lot more tense. Karlach and Minsc definitely start getting restless at the start of the second day and between them smash a large dent in the wall with brute force. Jaheira and Hector have to divide their time between examining the room and trying to figure out why they're there and how to communicate with anyone outside, and taking turns talking their two pet berserkers repeatedly down off the rage ledge.

11. Your characters are sharing stories around the fire. What story does each character tell? Whose story is the most popular?

Jaheira and Minsc probably do most of the talking here. They have lots of fun stories about traveling with Caden in Amn and before, and Hector (being a history nerd) and Karlach (being a bit hero-worshippy) are both FASCINATED to hear about it. When it's her turn, Karlach avoids talking about the Blood War entirely, even if encouraged, and focuses on telling stories from her childhood in Baldur's Gate. Hector feels a bit foolish because he doesn't feel like anything of story-worthy interest really happened at the monastery for the most part, and sort of avoids the question by making some comment about not being a good storyteller.

17. One of the characters in the group has been replaced by an evil doppelganger. How does the group figure out who it is?

Damn it, Orin! [shakes fist] XD

This was really Hector's nightmare scenario and when it turned out to be the case with Lae'zel it scared the shit out of him. I am pretty sure he and everyone in the camp came up with some secret code words and gestures after that to use for this purpose, things that Orin wouldn't know, in order to verify their identity with each other if there was ever further doubt. I don't think they'd be anything obvious, but something mundane that could be slipped into the conversation without arousing a potential doppelganger's suspicion.

[sumi-sprite]

I LOVE these, let's goooo!

who is/are your comfort character(s)?

Currently: Omeluum (BG3), Blurg (BG3, Omeluum's husband you can fight me on it), WD Gaster (UTDR), Pitch Black (RotG), SCP 049 (SCP), SCP 035 (SCP, 049's dubious partner, fight me behind the Wendy's). Probably a few more but I'm still waking up lo

2. lighter or matches?

Probably lighter...I have a bunch of nice ones from ZIPPO, but I like the striking of matches. very satisfying.

3. do you leave the window open at night?

In summer, YES. I live in the desert TwT

4. which cryptyd being do you believe in?

Honestly, kind of all of them?

5. what color are your eyes?

Brown!

6. why did you do that?

WHO TOLD YOU?! @prinx-quail I WILL FUCK YOU UP IF YOU RATTED ME OUT-!

7. hair-ties or scrunchies?

Scrunchies. I have to. My hair is too thick/heavy for regular ties. My hair EATS them.

8. how many water bottles are in your room right now?

Two, though one is in use, the other is plastered with stickers and basically a decoration right now lol

9. which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

I can't drink coffee, it makes my tummy upset TwT Love the smell of it though!

10. would you slaughter the rich?

Absolutely.

11. favorite extracurricular activity?

Currently don't have one, but I did volunteer work at the county morgue when I was in community college. HIGHLY recommend it if you're curious out forensics, the medical/post-mortem fields, or you're just curious. Sadly my favorite pathologist left and things got tense with the workload, so I also left.

12. what kind of day is it?

A bit cloudy right now, and VERY warm. The monsoons are on their way!

13. when was the last time you ate?

Last night? I had a protein drink this morning, but I'm not sure that counts.

14. do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

WHO DOESN'T??

15. are you a parent? (all answers qualify)

Of a kitty cat, yes~

16. can you drive?

Yes!

17. are you farsighted or nearsighted?

VERY nearsighted QwQ

18. what hair products do you use?

I'm kind of between products trying to find a good one. I used to order function of beauty custom shampoo/conditioner, but it got expensive.

19. imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

Sure!

20. do you say soda or pop?

Soda. I think "pop" is more of an east coast term, and I've always lived on or near the west coast.

21. something you’ve kept since childhood?

I have the original hasbro Mewtwo plushie from '99! That poor thing has been through SO much hell. Tantrums, pool parties, snuggling, strangling from frustration, lost like 3 whole times, dog slobber, and one instance of when build-a-bear became huge and I decided I needed to put a heart in him to make him "real". He's lost his "chest plate" and the back recently got the 20+yo stitching replaced! He always has a place on my bookshelf.

22. what type of person are you?

I'm still figuring that out, but overall, I think I'm a good person!

22. how do you feel about chilly weather?

LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT!! All of you who say hot/warm weather is better are wrong.

23. if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

I don't know, just hanging out I guess? lol

24. perfume/body spray or lotion?

Lotion. My skin is super sensitive and dry, perfumes and sprays often irritate it sadly TwT

25. a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

In my head? Oh geez...classic shower thought scenarios. Man I should have said THIS to that person X years ago. Winning arguments with a mic drop moment. I'm pretty sure everyone does this lol

26. about how many hours of sleep did you get?

About...9 hours I think? I get WAY more sleep in summer since the heat makes me drowsy. Fall and winter is when I'm an early bird.

27. do you wear a mask?

Sadly not as often as I should, though I know I'd be safer doing so whenever I go out.

28. how do you like your shower water?

It kind of depends? I go for fairly warm/hot usually, but sometime I just want a cool shower because I want to cool off or just vibe.

29. is there dishes in your room?

Nope! (I had to look around to be sure lol)

30. what type of music keeps you grounded?

Lofi or ambience music. I usually listen to dark academia when I need to focus or get into a specific mood.

31. do you have a favorite towel?

No, not really. Whatever's clean/dry?

32. the last adventure you’ve been on?

I sadly can't recall off the top of my head. I'm a bit of a homebody, but I want to travel. I'm just broke.

33. is there a song you know every word to by heart?

Dark On Me by Starset! I often played this song when I left my evening classes and just belted the longer and drawn out lyrics to keep me awake.

34. what’s your timezone?

MST!

35. how many times have you changed your url?

I think once...?

36. someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years?

A couple very good friends of mine! We all met through fanfiction ironically, and have met IRL!

37. a soap bar that smells good?

I...don't know, I don't use soap bars lol

38. do you use lip balm?

All the time. I have to if I want to not have a mummy mouth out here in the desert lol

39. did you have any snacks today?

Not yet but boy do I want some...

40. how do you take your coffee?

I can't drink coffee TwT

41. an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

Oof...I admit, I play Time Princess nearly daily.

42. what’s your take on spicy foods?

I'm the worst mexican. I can't stand spicy food, BUT! I am very slowly working my way into enjoying very mild spice. My tastes have been evolving recently so I call that growth! Though I doubt I'll get to my dad's level. He's the "hurts so good", "make me regret everything", absolutely wants to scream in the bathroom, sweating over his green curry kind of spicy.

43. you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

A certain previous presidential candidate currently facing like, three dozen felonies (last I checked).

44. can you remember what happened yesterday?

Not...much because I really didn't do much yesterday. I was just hanging out at my computer lol

45. favorite holiday film?

Hands down, Nightmare Before Christmas! A classic for two holidays!

46. what was the last message you sent?

Texting my dad I'm at the store and if he wants anything lol

47. when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

Gods, it was...2021? I was way above drinking age, but I just never had a desire for or interest in alcohol. I've tasted beer and hated the taste. Same with wine. But my first time drinking and FINISHING a drink was when we were at olive garden and I got the spiked strawberry lemonade! I could BARELY taste the vodka, so it was enjoyable.

48. can you skip rocks?

I can if I find the right ones!

49. can i tag you in random stuff?

Sure!

This was fun! I tag whoever wants to dot his lol

(Also I realize there's 50 questions and I ended on 49. I cannot for the life of me figure out where I missed any questions or miscounted qwq)

here’s weirder asks

who is/are your comfort character(s)?

lighter or matches?

do you leave the window open at night?

which cryptyd being do you believe in?

what color are your eyes?

why did you do that?

hair-ties or scrunchies?

how many water bottles are in your room right now?

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

would you slaughter the rich?

favorite extracurricular activity?

what kind of day is it?

when was the last time you ate?

do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

are you a parent? (all answers qualify)

can you drive?

are you farsighted or nearsighted?

what hair products do you use?

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

do you say soda or pop?

something you’ve kept since childhood?

what type of person are you?

how do you feel about chilly weather?

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

perfume/body spray or lotion?

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

about how many hours of sleep did you get?

do you wear a mask?

how do you like your shower water?

is there dishes in your room?

what type of music keeps you grounded?

do you have a favorite towel?

the last adventure you’ve been on?

is there a song you know every word to by heart?

what’s your timezone?

how many times have you changed your url?

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years?

a soap bar that smells good?

do you use lip balm?

did you have any snacks today?

how do you take your coffee?

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

what’s your take on spicy foods?

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

can you remember what happened yesterday?

favorite holiday film?

what was the last message you sent?

when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

can you skip rocks?

can i tag you in random stuff?

[nickgerlich]

Twenty-Four Hours To Go

I remember the first time I was exposed to a 24-hour diner. I was at university in Indiana, doing my undergrad. It was also about the same time I became friends with coffee. We’re still good friends.

My dorm mates and I would pile into someone’s car and head to the nearby Waffle House. Now that’s not the familiar Waffle Houses across the southland. No, this was an entirely different Indiana chain more akin to Denny’s. They welcomed us, if only to make the place look more crowded after midnight. Never the mind the fact that we weren’t spending much, and tipping even less.

I was probably exposed to this genre before university, but those kinds of things weren’t important to kids back then. But I fell in love with the notion, and found that I became energized about 1am. Bring on the lists to memorize, my caffeinated soul was ready to do some power studying.

After I moved downstate to Bloomington for grad school, it was newsworthy when the new Kroger store announced they were going to be open 24/7. This was great news for someone who doesn’t like crowds of shoppers. It’s almost Zen-like shopping at 3am, observing all the other zombie-eyed shoppers pushing their trolleys along.

I was hooked, and praise God, Walmart embraced the concept as well. There are 168 hours in the week, and I could pick any one of them to go shopping. That is, until everything came to a screeching halt in March 2020. I need not say more.

With practically everything shut down—depending on your state and locale, of course—the thought of being open eight hours, much less 24 hours, became moot. Curbside was a best-case scenario, if you were able to pivot to new ways of doing old things.

But once the pandemic subsided, and our hunger to return to the old normal began being sated, stores and restaurants were slow to return to 24/7. Even today, there are many businesses that not only have been reluctant to do so, but also have flat out decided they’re not going back.

And it signals what may well be a permanent scar, one among many inflicted by COVID. Consumer behaviors have changed. Available labor has declined. Costs of doing business have increased. It’s the perfect storm for an imperfect situation.

It’s sad, too, because a business that is closed thus has un-performing assets whenever the lights are out and the doors locked. It’s not as bad as it is for churches, many of whom are open for “business” only a few hours on one day of the week. You pay for the whole building as it stands, seven days a week, 24 hours a day. The same goes for real estate taxes and utilities. If you’re not making money, you’re losing it, and the bills go on.

Among the consumer changes are a desire to eat earlier, eat out less, drink less, and not stay out late doing the things we once did. That doesn’t mean we have given up on sporting events, movies, and concerts, though. It just means we do those things less, effectively accepting a little shorter leash on life. COVID taught us to get by on a lot less, and with inflation still among us, we are able to handle it better because we’ve already been down an austere path.

We also learned that we can order online a lot more than what we did pre-COVID. Delivery, whether by courier or third-party driver, became a new normal. Groceries on our doorstep meant that we didn’t have to go at all, even if we rather liked those nocturnal missions. Everything else also on our doorstep meant that all that “shopping-in-our-pajamas” we thought we were doing a lot in the olden days was multiplied many fold.

Maybe I am just getting older, too. While I am not yet one of those home-before-dark senior citizens, I do know that if I am up after 10pm, I am living large. As much as I liked grocery shopping after midnight (there’s an ear worm for those of you who know that old song), I am good with doing it in the afternoon these days.

While some chains, like the southern Waffle House, have returned to full 24/7 operations, others are nowhere near what they once did. I suspect that those days are gone forever, with the realization that maybe—just maybe—we were trying to do too much, even though the alternative is to mourn the hours not spent earning revenues.

Besides, we could all use a little more sleep, and removing the temptation to be out and about may be a gift in disguise. And you can still shop Amazon. You may very well have it on your doorstep by noon tomorrow.

Dr “I’m Good With 15/7” Gerlich

Audio Blog

[kapreday]

24 hours after polls closed in my state and I still have no idea of the election outcome. At this point it’s a bit to see how long I can keep it going.

I’ve started to get texts from old coworkers from elections mad at me for my “privilege” of not knowing and not caring, but that’s also not my problem. I don’t think it’s a privilege if it’s something I worked hard for, fought hard for, and nearly died in 2020 over.

My blissful ignorance is only because of 10 years of election lessons that has given me what I think is a healthy nihilism over the situation.

1. No useful information about the election comes within 24 hours of polls closing. In fact, it’s mostly just the worst fear mongering and blame and bullshit. Both parties use it as time to blame you the voter for some fucking reason for the fact that they’ve been telling you the worst case scenario for the last 4 years but haven’t done any meaningful work towards preventing that worse case scenario.

2. Nothing useful happens at all politically between now and January. Whoever’s elected still needs to be sworn in and whatever. Most of your electeds are getting ready to go back to their home districts for a nice cozy winter holiday of pointedly ignoring their constituents over Thanksgiving and Christmas. They push all the hard work onto volunteers in the electoral college for the most part, if not their lowest paid staff. You bet you’re butt they’re also firing all their campaign staff right before the holidays and have worked the legal code over decades so those that keep a job still ain’t getting overtime or holiday pay or time off or weekends.

3. The President of the United States doesn’t care if you live or die. You gotta have a healthy sense of nihilism about the impact of political institution on your average everyday life. Nobody keeps campaign promises, but even deeper than that. The President doesn’t care if the potholes on your street get fixed. They don’t actually care about what medications you’re on. They don’t care what laws you follow or break or even are aware of. Sure they’re a figurehead of an institution, but the institution has always hated you. Over my lifetime, Democrat presidents all have higher deportation rates than Republicans. Nobody in politics gives two shits about genocide. The only goal of the institution is to protect capital by making sure Number Go Up at any cost, even if that cost is human life. You personally have never mattered in the face of this machine, and it’s a machine that would rather you die than get something so trivial as “legally mandated breaks” even you’re working directly to elect the next head of the machine. Especially then, actually. That’s where the “almost died” part comes in; I couldn’t get permission to get time off making calls for Biden in 2020 to see a doctor about a disabling illness because the party insisted making election calls was more important than the rapidly deteriorating health of a human in their care.

And with these lessons I’ve finally broken my 10 year curse of being trapped in the election cycle. I’ve earned my right to not care. I’ve earned the right to peace.

For the first time in a decade I’ve woken up the day after the Election. I went to bed so I don’t know the outcome, neither do I care, and I don’t care to know.

The curse has been broken I’m finally free and in blissful ignorance.

[soft-boi-eli]

Hello Hello!

I just wanted to say I love your fics!

ALSO!

Could I request a CC!SBI X Gn! Insomniac Reader! Where the reader is an insomniac (Obviously-) but is somehow a pro at MC!

Like they are basically god at the game! They also REALLY enjoy horror games! They don’t get scared easily and LOVE horror movies! They basically love anything horror/creepy-

ANYWAYS!!

The reader lives off of ramen and Monster energy drinks (For fun-)! They have a Twitch (Which has about 18 mil followers and 14 mil subs!) and a YouTube channel (Which has 20 mil followers!)

They mainly play horror games (Obviously-) and MC!

You can do headcanons or scenarios/images with the SBI! Maybe like playing a horror game together or MC? OR! Maybe some things they do together? Or when they meet up? Or-to many ideas Nightmare-

ANYWAYS!

I don’t really care! And don’t worry about taking too long on it!

ALSO!

Maybe we could be friends? Only if you want too!

Remember to eat, drink, and get enough sleep!

<3

Yes. I lovesthese ideas and I'm gonna choose headcannons due to they are a bit easierfor me to write.

And yes I'm perfectly fine with being your friend! I'm actually happy to make friends on this app so yeah!

Pronouns:nonbinary

Tw: cussing. Insomia, mentions of horror movies. Mention of horror games. Fluff.

SBI with a horror streamer friend head cannons.

*Ahem* tommy wanted to paly a game with you so you choose a game that didn't look like horror until the middle. He screamed at the jump scare and it made both of your chats so happy.

When phil decides to play with you there is literally a silence after a jump scare. Everyone thought he had a heart attack and honestly so did you until he spoke up about accidently hitting his mute button when he jumped.

Wilbur. He's a bit better then tommy but more scared then phil would be. Any little noise won't get him but when it starts to get noticeable the noiseless to him. The jump scare, he'd fall out of his seat and stay on the ground for a bit. You ask if he's good and he literally doesn't answer. He's dead. You killed him. Congrats.

Techno. He'd handle them a bit better then everyone else. Not as good as you but heisnt very paranoid. He literally runs at the noises trying to get jumpscared. While you run after him telling him to stop because if he doesn't then you'd lose and die. And technoblade never dies.

If you all play together both tommy and wilbur pussy out. Techno last the longest and phil the second longest. While you remain the ruler of horror games.

Now how you all met was dream invited you to the dream smp to add to the chaos. Needless to say it got extremely chaotic due to you being on almost 24 hours. You first ran into techno. He seemed confused and skeptical.

You both found eachothers love for potatoes. You set up camp quote close to techno but not too close.

Phil popped in when he needed something for a build and noticed a new name. Talked to you in chat and asked to join your VC. You both found each other talking for a bit.

Wilbur was next. Wilbur got curious over the new person and just hoppedinto the same VC as you techno and phil. He was quick to realize that you were a famous youtuber. Mainly for your horror videos and your extreme Parkcore skills.

In minecraft that is.

Tommy noticing that all of you were in the same VC joined in with shouting. He was low key jealous that everyone was obsessed with you. Then he saw why.

You literally cracked jokes at his shouting.

"Is that an angry pomeranian? Nah nah. It's an angry child. Even better an angry blonde!" - you.

He was shocked and immediately started joking and laughing with you. He wasn't fully angry for long.

Now about your diet. When they heard that you had only eaten ramen and drank angry drinks they were concerned. You lived quite close to techno so when you guys met up he was shocked that you looked as healthy as you did.

He hated the fact that you literally didn't eat anything else.

You told him occasionally you have something other then ramen but you were just too lazy to really cook anything and that you didn't feel like burning the house down.

One month phil, tommy, wilbur, and techno decided to organize a month long sleep over so that they could celebrate your birthday. Phil being quote the father figure cooked different, but easy dinners every night just so you didn't eat only ramen that day.

When they actually arrived though you got a text from Phil asking about your address in your dms. Not think much of it you just sent him your location.

You were going to take a small nap. Just to bost your energy before you went and streamed later that night.

As you were sleeping there was a car heading to your house.

Phil, wilbur, tommy, and techno were all just existing in the car. And when they arrived to your house they didn't expect to actually see a clean house.

You woke to a loud knock.

When you opened the door in your half dazed state you expected a package. But to see four people standing on your porch.

You nearly jumped out of your skin.

You were stuck there blinking at them.

Finally snapping out of it you let them in. Confused on why in the ever loving fuck they were here.

Phil explained they were here to celebrate your 21st birthday and they were here for a month.

You stared at them for a while. Confused on what to do since you haven't had people over in almost 2 years.

But you got use to it.

So when you got done streaming and smelled something other then ramen you were thrown off guard. Like what was that. I haven't smelled that in years.

But after the second day you got use to it too.

For your birthday phil literally made a feast.

Like he found your favorite food other then ramen and cooked it. With that he prepared everything you could dream of.

Your sleeping habits. Let's dig into those.

I'm in no place to talk as right now it's 3:05 in the morning. And here I am.

But when they are over they don't let you stay up till no 3-4 in the morning. They all know the importance of sleep.

But there are those nights where no once can sleep and it results in a late night stream. And streaming for hours none the less.

The amount of accidental all nighters everyone has pulled was immense. But that's what happens with jet lag, adhd, and insomnia.

Literally you get tired randomly. Sleep for only 3 hours. Wake up. Drink coffee, energy drinks, highly caffeinated tea. And don't sleep till late at night.

Pillow forts.

It's a must and it happens. Horror movies, pillow forts, and snacks. Like you all are in this massive fort, watching horror movies, one by one you all are falling asleep. You and techno were the last up due to technos active mind and your body not letting you sleep.

You two literally just vide there, changing the movies from horror to some silly animated movies, like how to train your dragon, frozen, Luca, and many others.

You two pull an all nighter and it's actually a bet to see how long anyone else takes to notice.

You bet an hour. Techno says all day.

You won. Philza notices the worse eye bags under both you and technos eyes and immediately starts scolding.

He is papa bird and he won't let anyone of his children neglect their needs.

"Did you even drink water at all? You guys should of been sleeping not binge watching horror movies all night!" -philza

You could only offer a smirk, along with a laugh.

"I think we did I just can't fully remember. Also we were watching animated films. Not horror. Surprised you didn't wake up to let it go." - you.

You turn to techno.

"You owe me 15 bucks pig boy!"-you again.

Handing you the money he rolls his eyes. "Yeha yeah. Rub it in." -techno.

Ah yeah they found a horror game that you were scared of surprisingly. It was actually surprisingly you hadn't played it yet.

Outlast.

You had been holding off that game until you finished your other one but here you were. Bored out of your mind.

So you decided fuck it.

That game teriffed the shit out of you. It was so good though.

When you screamed they all came rushing up due to the fact that you never scream.

They say you out of your chair, on the floor, blinking. They thought you were hurt.

But you sat up and looked at your computer.

"Damn. That was actually really good." When you looked behind you and found the boys all staring you smiled and waved.

"You need something?"-you

"You screamed. We heard a thud. We thought you fuckin died!" -tommy.

"No I'm alive. My soul almost divorced my body but it's still quite here."-you

That day made highlights.

The popular y/n actually got jump scared. The one person who never screamed at horror games screamed.

When they left you were sad yes but they were still your best friends. Ready to talk when ever you want.

Sometimes I think that you guys talk all through out the night. Them forgetting that you were actually in a different time zone.

Sometimes they pop into your streams, be it MC, horror, you just talking to your fans, or even the once in the blue moon, cheerful games.

They just pop in and start talking to you. And you talk back like they were there since the beginning.

Phil is now one of your moderators too. Along with tommy, wilbur, and techno. When they pop in they make sure no one picks on you.

And since you are now close to the SBI. You are now part of it.

You didn't choose the fans did. But they are your new family. No matter what.

Even if they disagree with your eating habit.

Or energy drink addiction.

Or insomnia.

Or you mainly playing horror games.

Or you basically living in your streaming room.

Or even the nearly 24 hour streams.

I could go on but I'm not gonna.

I'm tired. But I can sleep. 2 days and I get to have a tour of my new school.

And it took so long to finally get into it.

We have been going through a huge hassle even before school started to get me enrolled.

And then we had to get me into this program.

But now on Monday I get to go in. Get a tour. Then start either Tuesday or Wednesday.

Anyway hope you liked. It's now 3:50 and it's no proof read I'm sorry

[cjsinkythoughts]

Right From Left

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 3085

Warnings: !FATWS SPOILERS!, Cursing, Zemo being a punk, Bucky getting a little scary, some feelings, Sam being his fantastic, amazing, caring for everyone self

A/N: Here it is! At long last! I’ve been waiting for this episode and it was…holy fuck. I barely have words. And I can’t start or else I’ll be ranting for pages. Anyways, I know this Part is a little on the shorter side - not by much, but it still is - and it doesn’t even cover half the episode, but I’ve had a long day and I’m tired, so I’m going to sleep. I wanted to stop before Walker entered the picture too, because then I’m just gonna get more riled up and I’m working later. I’ll probably have another part out today, and then I’ll finish it tomorrow. Unless I can finish it today. I’ll try, but no promises.

Feel free to rant to me about the episode or the show, too, guys! My friends and I have been going back and forth about it for the past few hours. I’d love to hear your thoughts! I think that’s all for now.

As always, this isn’t beta’d so please excuse any mistakes! Thank you for reading, be kind to yourself and others, enjoy this part and stay tuned!

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!SPOILERS BELOW CUT!

You were avoiding him.

When you first got to Latvia, he had pulled you aside, eyes wide and pleading. “Doll, listen-”

“I really don’t think right now is the time to have the discussion we’re about to have.” Shaking your head, you avoided his gaze, your stomach twisting into knots. It was too much for you to handle; you couldn’t focus on the mission at hand and try to unravel the emotions that were making your gut flip like a gymnast. There were too many thoughts in your head, and you needed a clear mind.

“But-”

“Once this is all done, and our lives aren’t in danger. Once we’re back home, then we can talk, okay? Just…please. Not here. Not now.”

And he dropped it. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to talk about it. You just couldn’t. You had always been a ‘leave your baggage at the door’ type of person. Don’t mix work with personal. Not like you had much “personal” anyways when you first decided that was how it should be. And then your coworkers became family and your motto got a lot harder to follow. But you still followed it. And you would continue to follow it.

But that made you start avoiding him. Whether you meant to or not, everyone noticed, but no one said anything. Sam shot you a look when you didn’t offer to go with Bucky when he had to check something out. Zemo raised an eyebrow when he came back and, instead of immediately questioning him, you sat still on the couch, eyes glancing up briefly, before going back to playing with the strings of your hoodie.

You were paying attention to their conversation, especially when Karli Morgenthau was brought up, you just didn’t join in. Not even when Zemo mentioned the Avengers, eyeing you to see your reaction.

Honestly, you were tired, physically, mentally, and emotionally. Your shoulder hurt, your brain couldn’t process what the guys were talking about, and your heart couldn’t take any more hits.

It was something you’d been thinking about…you just thought it’d come after this mission.

“She will not stop. She will escalate until you kill her…or she kills you.”

“Maybe you’re wrong Zemo. The Serum never corrupted Steve.”

For the first time since he first walked in, your eyes met Bucky’s. “Touche.” Zemo pointed at Bucky with a pastry around his finger. “But there has never been another Steve Rogers, has there?”

But you couldn’t wait until after this mission. Not when he was so connected to it. “I think I’m gonna go home.” You blurted out before Zemo and Bucky could argue further, Bucky slumping down onto the opposite side of the couch.

The moment the words left your lips, Sam and Bucky shot up, staring at you in disbelief.

“Wait, hold up. What? Now? We’re so close-”

“Why? Is it your arm? Is it hurting? You should’ve told us-”

“I’m just tired.” You cut in, shaking your head. “That’s all. I didn’t expect this to be drawn out this long when you called, Sammy.”

Bucky’s hand twitched as he hesitatingly scooted closer to you. “Doll, if this is because what happened on the jet-”

“It’s not, Buck.” You tried to give him a convincing smile, but you knew by the look in his eyes that he didn’t buy it for one second. You reached over to squeeze his hand, and when you pulled back, he held on tighter, a sigh escaping his lips as he stared down at your linked hands.

“Okay…if you wanna go home, we can get you home. Just…” His head turned back to you, a pleading pout on his features. “Just…stay. Another day. Please. You can keep avoiding me, I won’t even say another word to you if you don’t want. But stay. Just for one more day.”

Chewing on your cheek, you finally nodded slightly. “Okay. One more day.”

His eyes lit up, before his face fell again when you took your hand back and curled into the corner of the couch. “Let’s talk shop, boys.”

“Okay. So, from my understanding, Donya is like a pillar of the community, right?” Sam easily changed the topic back to the situation at hand, giving you a reassuring wink when you smiled at him gratefully. “So when I was a kid, my Tee Tee passed away.”

Bucky screwed his face up in confusion, straightening his head from where he had it leaned back. “Your - your Tee Tee?”

Sam gave him a look. “Yeah. My-my Tee Tee, yeah.”

Bucky looked at him weirdly. “Who is your Tee Tee?”

The exchange made you giggle a little bit, shaking your head. “Bucky’s a city boy from the 40’s, remember, Sammy?”

“Fine.” Sam rolled his eyes. “When I was a kid my aunt passed away.”

Bucky gave a slight huff, making you chuckle again. You stopped when he smiled over at you, but your grin didn’t leave your face. Even when they were the ones to give you a headache, your fellas were damn entertaining, that’s for sure.

With a sort-of plan in place - the gathering for Donya being no more than a theory, but the only idea you really had - you stretched out from your spot on the couch, twisting to crack your back. “Zemo.” The man stopped his rummaging through the cabinets and looked over his shoulder at you, an eyebrow raised. “Go put some clothes on. We’ve got work to do.”

He gave you an unimpressed look, opening his mouth, but Sam beat him to the punch. “Do as the lady says, man. You’re already walking on a tightrope after you shot Nagel!” Zemo waved dismissively at Sam’s exclamation, heading into a separate room to change out of his robe. “That guy is gonna drive me up the wall.”

“Don’t let him get to that pretty head of yours, Sammy.” You hummed, standing up, wincing slightly as you stretched your sore shoulder over your head.

You could tell Bucky wanted to say something, the way he snapped forwards, hands moving down his thigh like he was leaning over to reach for you, his eyes locked on your injured joint, but, just as he said earlier, he didn’t say a word. But the part that made you upset was…you didn’t stop him. You didn’t tell him it was okay for him to talk to you. You didn’t reassure him that you weren’t purposely trying to avoid him. You simply moved over to the kitchen to get something to drink.

It hurt worse than your shoulder, but you couldn’t handle it. Not then. Not with such an important part of the mission coming up. So you didn’t say anything. You just sipped your water, switching into tactic mode as your mind ran through the scenarios of what could possibly go down in the next 24 hours before you went home.

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Walking under the arch, you couldn’t help but feel saddened as Zemo told you about what the courtyard used to look like. Thanos messed the world up so much more than you realized and, as much as you hated to admit it, the Avengers did have a part in it. Not that they - you - were in the wrong, necessarily. You truly believed you did what anyone in that situation, with the skills and abilities and knowledge the team had, would do what you did. Or tried to do.

“I’m gonna take a look around upstairs.” Sam stated, looking up at the upper stories of the building, before glancing at Bucky. “See what you can find out here. And keep an eye on him.”

“I’ll come with you.” You said, turning on your heel to follow Sam. The back of Bucky’s gloved hand brushed against yours, and instinctually you turned your palm to link your fingers and squeezing. You let go quickly once you realized what you were doing, nearly tripping up the stairs to get to Sam, not daring to wait for Bucky’s reaction.

“You’re an idiot.” He stated simply as soon as you met him at the top of the stairs.

“Can we focus on finding Donya right now, please?” You grumbled, moving forwards cautiously, peeking around the corner. You frowned when you saw two guys at the end of the hallway, looking back at you and Sam warily.

“You need to hear what he has to say, cher.”

You sighed, rubbing your forehead. “I know I do. I know. But I can’t. Not right now. I’m just trying to get this over with first. I don’t want too many things on my plate. I might choke.” It already felt like you were drowning most nights.

He paused at your words, giving you a once over, before nodding. “Okay. I can respect that.”

“Thank you.” You told him earnestly. “Now let’s try to get something from these people.”

He nodded in agreement and you two continued forwards with your search. Room after room, people walked out before you could get anything from them, locking doors behind them. The Flag Smashers logo was everywhere, but you expected nothing less from a refugee camp that practically worshipped what they were doing.

Even when you did get a guy to talk to you, he immediately shut you down, leaving you and Sam dejected. The fact that the world had gotten so bad that these people couldn’t trust you and Sam - Avengers; people who used to be heroes and bring hope to others - it made your heart sink.

“C’mon, Y/N.”

“Are we wrong?”

He froze at your question, his lips pressing together. “About what, exactly?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I just…I guess I can’t tell right from left anymore. I always assumed that the Avengers were the good guys. That the actions we’ve taken in the past were us making the world a better place, but…Sokovia and Ultron. Germany and the whole civil war thing we had going on. The entire world and Thanos. We don’t truly ever win. Do we?”

“I can’t answer that for you.” Sam shook his head. “I can’t tell you what to believe or who to believe in. But I can tell you that we’ve made a difference. Steve, Nat, Tony…they made a difference.”

“But was it a good difference? Was it a change? There’s a difference between changing the world and just making it different, Sam.”

He blinked at you, nodding slowly. “Yeah. I guess you’re right. And I don’t have that answer for you either. But they tried. They did what they thought was right. No matter if it was or not. And isn’t that all we can do? Try?”

His words made you think back to the conversation you had with Bucky once he learned about John Walker, which seemed so long ago. When you told him it wasn’t Sam’s fault. That he was just trying. That he did what he thought was right. 

And maybe he was wrong. But he made a decision. It was his decision. To do the right thing. And right then, not for the first time, you could see exactly what Steve saw in the man in front of you.

“You’re a good man, Sam.”

Sam grinned, slinging an arm around your shoulders and squeezing. “And you’re an incredible person, Y/N. Let’s go see if Bucky and the Baron got anything.”

You snickered at his mocking tone towards Zemo and nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”

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You didn’t like it. You didn’t like it one bit. So far, Zemo kept proving you wrong. Even when it seemed like he was about to jump ship, he came back. No matter how many opportunities he had to escape, he never did. And it was making you even more suspicious.

You stayed out of Bucky and Sam’s conversation, although you had to agree with Sam’s point, especially with the conversation you just had.

Your thoughts were running a thousand miles a minute, only to be interrupted by Zemo information about the funeral this afternoon. Guess a snake will always be a snake.

“And you, uh, didn’t think this was important information?” You questioned, eyes narrowed and brow pinched.

He shrugged. “You have it now, don’t you, princess?”

Bucky growled at the nickname, leaning back on the couch, threatening Zemo with the Dora Milaje.

You can’t remember a time you’ve ever been scared of Bucky. Maybe a little threatened and intimidated by the Winter Soldier, but never scared of Bucky. And when he stood up after Zemo mentioned leverage, you didn’t expect anything from it; maybe another choke hold or something. So the glass hitting the wall, the clench in his jaw as he spoke gruffly to the Baron, for a mere second, he kind of frightened you. Maybe it was all the emotions you’d been through the past few weeks or maybe it was the adrenaline that seemed to be pulsing through your veins 24/7 nowadays. Whatever it was, it made you flinch, bolting up as Sam did.

You left the room quickly, hearing Sam say something about making a call, hoping to calm your racing heart.

“Doll?” You sat up from the bed you were laying on, legs hanging off the edge. Bucky stood in the doorway, nervously shifting his feet. “I know I said I’d leave you alone, but…”

You gave the bed a pat next to you and he gladly accepted the invitation, padding over to sit besides you. “I don’t want you to leave me alone, Buck. You’re my best friend. I-I just need to take it one thing at a time right now.”

He nodded. “I get it. I wasn’t…I wasn’t coming in to talk to you about that. You said we’ll talk about it later, so we’ll talk about it later.”

“I appreciate that, Bucky.” You smiled at him, before frowning. “What did you wanna talk about then? Are you okay?”

“Did I…did I scare you?”

You blinked at his question, tilting your head. “What?”

Jerking his head to the doorway he explained, “just then. With Zemo. Your heart spiked.”

“No.” You answered immediately. You would never ever admit that he kind of did scare you. It was just for a second and you knew how his brain worked; he’d beat himself up over it, go over his actions for hours instead of getting the rest he so desperately needs and deserves. He didn’t need that on his conscience right now. “I wasn’t - I just…you startled me. I wasn’t expecting that reaction-”

“I didn’t like the way he talked to you.” He spat out, glaring at his hands in his lap. “And then the smug bastard thought he was gonna get away with holding back information like that and I just…I dunno.”

His hand came off his thigh, but he hesitated. Before he could put it down again, you slipped your hand under his, linking your fingers, running your thumb in circles against his palm. “Don’t let him get to you, Buck. Don’t give him the satisfaction.”

A sigh left his lips and he nodded. “I know, I know. It’s just…hard. After everything he put me through - put us through - I…I just hate that he’s really our only option.”

You frowned, shifting on the bed to face him, one leg bending beneath you while the other still hung over. “Why are you so obsessed with catching these guys?”

“I wanna do something right.” He murmured, playing with your fingers. “I’ve done so much wrong…I just wanna do something right. And I feel...responsible for it, I guess. In a way. It’s Super Soldier Serum. I thought I was the only one after Steve…” He froze at the blonde’s mention, giving you a side-eyed glance. You nudged him, silently telling him to continue, that it was okay to talk about him. “And Sam’s right, you know. She’s just a kid. So…I dunno. I wanna help. I wanna do something right. And catching them would help. It’s right. Right?”

You nodded firmly. “I understand where they’re coming from. Karli’s just trying to help the world. But she’s doing it wrong. And that I know for absolute certainty. Which is good, I guess. I was talking to Sam early and I mentioned not knowing my right from my left recently. It’s good I know something, huh? And for you it should be easy telling your right from your left.” You joked, tracing the gold lines on his metal arm. “I guess you’re just gonna have to stay besides me to help me remember.”

Looking up, you found Bucky staring at you with something you recognized in his eyes, but didn’t want to name. “Three hours, forty two minutes and thirty one seconds.”

“What?”

“That’s how long I didn’t talk to you. It was too long.”

You sighed, ducking your head. “Bucky, I’m sorry-”

“I’m sorry. For anything and everything I’ve ever done wrong. I won’t mention the plane or anything we’ve talked about until you bring it up first. I promise. Just…just don’t ignore me anymore? I'm not sure I can handle it for much longer.”

You nodded, watching your fingertips dance along his scruffy jaw. “I won’t.” He caught your wrist, opening his mouth, before shaking his head and closing it. “What?”

He shook his head again. “Not until you bring it up.”

“We will talk, James. I promise.”

“You don’t have to explain. I get it. I really do. It’s okay. As long as we’re okay for right now, I can hold it in a bit longer.”

You nearly asked him what he was holding in, but you quickly shoved the question out of your mind, knowing it would take you down a conversation you couldn’t possibly have right then. “How long do you think we have?”

He shrugged. “I dunno. Zemo just said that it’s this afternoon. Why?”

“I started reading The Great Gatsby on the plane. I’ve got it on my phone. It kinda reminds me of you. Do you-do you think we have time to read some? Only if you want, I mean. Like we used to do in Wakanda?”

He grinned and nodded, scooting up on the bed and flopping down into the pillows. You smiled back, following his lead. Once you were comfortable, your phone out with the chapter you were on, Bucky scooted closer, laying his head on your stomach, hugging your waist. 

“Is this okay?”

Your fingers found home in his hair and you nodded when he looked up at you for an answer. “Yeah. It’s perfect, Buckaroo.”

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I am so loving the medical AU and after I read the first one (#50), i’ve been dying for a continuation!! If its ok can I put in a request for #24? It feels very appropriate to the scenario you created with Chloe’s stress and the string of bad days. Thanks in advance!

Hi anon!! Thank you so much 🥺 it seems like this AU has taken on a whole life of its own kldfjkldg which is annoying because I have so many fics on the go that need finishing, but honestly considering this is the first time I've been feeling inspired in nearly a month I am not about to look a gift horse in the mouth dkfjgfdgkfjdg 😅 you can indeed have #24 as a follow up, but pls don't be mad as/when I leave it a little cliffhangery because it is set pretty much slap bang in the middle of this au and I don't want to give too much away or tie myself to a major plot point that I want to change later 😂🥰💖

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(24) Shielding their view from something scary

As her alarm blared through the still morning air Chloe groaned loudly, burrowing further under the covers and deeper into the arms of the woman next to her.

“You could turn it off first...” Beca grumbled as she wound her arms around Chloe, “It’s so loud...”

“Supposed to wake you up...” Chloe mumbled, face pressed into Beca’s neck as she tried to hide from the noise, “Don’t want to...”

Beca was still grumbling as her hand reached blindly for Chloe’s phone, finally able to silence the alarm and sighing heavily in the now silent room.

“We have to get up.” She looked down at Chloe who had, in the process of Beca reaching to silence the alarm, climbed on top of her and wrapped herself around her like a koala, “Our shift starts in an hour.”

“No...” Chloe pouted, clinging to Beca, “I want to stay here... I like our bed more than work.”

“Me too.” Beca chuckled, “But we have lives to save Chlo. God knows that ED would fall apart without you there to run it.”

“I know.” Chloe huffed, “I know, you’re right...”

“Say that again, I love hearing you say that.” Beca grinned as Chloe lifted her head, rolling her eyes heavily at Beca as she straddled her waist, hands either side of her head as her fiery hair cascaded down around them.

“You’re an idiot.” She murmured, eyes twinkling, “A loveable one, but an idiot nonetheless.”

“I’m your idiot.” Beca was still grinning as she pressed her lips into Chloe’s, “And you love that.”

Chloe simply kissed her back, deepening it as Beca’s hands ran into her hair, breaking apart reluctantly to catch her breath.

“You feeling better then?” Beca smirked, but Chloe could see the spark of concern in her eyes.

“Yeah.” Chloe nodded a little, forehead resting against Beca’s, “Yesterday was... it was really bad, it might be one of the worst days I’ve ever had in the ED. But having you there, being able to have you hold me when it was just getting too much for me? It reminded me that even on my worst days I have you to make me feel strong again. I wouldn’t get that in any other job.”

“Not unless you started dating a different coworker...” Beca cocked her eyebrow, a teasing smile on her face, “Although I’ve gotta say I might have a problem with that.”

“You’re such a dork.” Chloe giggled, shaking her head a little, “I love you.”

“I know.” Beca grinned, “Because I’m a hot piece of ass.”

“Emphasis on the ass...” Chloe cupped Beca’s face in her hands, kissing her deeply again.

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What followed their blissful morning was, unfortunately, more of the day before. It seemed that tragedy was on the menu for New York lately, and their ED was the one carrying the brunt of it. They’d seen far more than their fair share of DOAs and hopeless cases, and it wasn’t just them that were feeling the strain of it. Patients were scared and snappy, relatives were angry and impatient, all of it was just a powder keg waiting to explode.

“Uh, Stacie you take four and six, Beca go with three and five, Bree-”

“She’s not here.” Stacie cut Chloe off with a soft frown, looking around the bustling ED, “She’s never not here, where did she go?”

“Meeting with the Chief?” Beca offered, eyebrow raising a little as she and Chloe shared a knowing look. Stacie and Aubrey may have agreed to be just friends, but they weren’t fooling anyone.

“No.” Chloe shook her head, “That got cancelled because we’re so busy... come to think of it, where’s Em?”

“I’m sure they’ll turn up, they’re probably busy with a patient somewhere, it’s a big hospital.” Beca rested her hand on Chloe’s arm, seeing the panic starting to swell inside her.

“Yeah.” Chloe nodded, expression a little tight, “Yeah you’re right. Okay, can you and Stace take another patient each then?”

“Of course.” Stacie smirked, “We got you Red.”

Chloe gave them a grateful smile as they disappeared to treat their patients, unable to shake the uncomfortable feeling in the pit of her stomach. Something was wrong, her instinct was never off on this kind of thing, but she didn’t have time to set up a search party to find them. Patients were still rolling in and the numbers weren’t dwindling even a little. Beca was right, one way or another they’d turn up.

It wasn’t an hour later before Beca was proven right.

“I need help over here! Now!” 

Beca stuck her head out of the treatment room she was in, the colour draining from her face as she saw Emily, and more importantly, saw who she was dragging with her.

“Oh shit...” Beca mumbled, racing forward just in time to catch Aubrey before Emily lost her grip on her. She wasn’t in great shape herself, but Aubrey looked like she’d gone three rounds against a pick up truck.

“She- she-” Emily was shaking as Stacie joined them, unable to drag her eyes from Aubrey as Beca shifted her in her arms, “They came out of n-nowhere with bats I-”

“It’s okay.” Stacie gently squeezed Emily’s shoulder even as her every instinct screamed at her to go to Aubrey, “You’re safe now. I need to take a look at you Em, you’re in rough shape, come on.”

“But Aubrey-”

“Beca’s got her.” Stacie reassured, half reassuring herself as well, “She’s got her, come on.”

Beca had barely been paying attention to their conversation as she tried to stir Aubrey, her friend barely conscious as her head lolled heavily against her shoulder.

“Hey, Posen.” Beca’s voice was gentle but insistent, shaking her shoulder a little as a gurney was rolled hastily towards them, “C’mon you pain in the ass, stay with me.”

“A-asshole.” Aubrey grunted softly, a smirk tugging at her swollen and bloody features as Beca lifted her onto the gurney, “You c-can’t even be nice when I’ve had the c-crap beaten out of me...”

“I pride myself on consistency.” Beca grinned, her hand taking Aubrey’s as they set off at a fast pace towards the trauma room, “I got you Posen, you’re okay now.”

“Emily...” Aubrey’s brow furrowed a little as she tried to get up, Beca gently pushing her down again, “Where is she?”

“Stacie’s with her in three.” Beca assured her, “She dragged you in here, you kind of owe the kid your life...”

“F-fine by me...” Aubrey mumbled, “They... they were trying to...”

“It can wait.” Beca shook her head, pushing an oxygen mask to Aubrey’s face with a calm insistence, “You’re breathing weird. Hold that there while I figure out why.”

Aubrey nodded sluggishly, her energy driven into holding the mask as Beca began her exam, Jessica and Amy at her side to help. She whimpered a little as Beca pressed her fingers into her ribs, Beca glancing up at her with an apologetic smile.

“Sorry Cap, you’ve broken a couple of ribs...” Beca murmured, lifting Aubrey’s scrub top and wincing in sympathy at the purple angry colour that stretched across her entire abdomen, “Hell you’ll be lucky if they’re not all broken. You really have a knack for pissing people off huh?”

The monitors began sound their warning alarms as Beca’s head whipped around her, frown deepening as they all exchanged worried looks. Beca watched Aubrey’s eyes flutter shut, heart leaping into her mouth as she shook her shoulder again.

“Aubrey? Hey, Aubrey, can you hear me?” Beca was having a difficult time keeping her rising panic from her voice. She pressed her knuckle against Aubrey’s sternum, rubbing hard and frowning deeper when there was little response from Aubrey beyond a grunt.

“Her sats are dropping.” Jessica bit her lip as she looked to Beca, “Her BP is rising, she’s in trouble.”

“Aubrey?” Beca shook her gently again, “Bree, c’mon, don’t do this to me. Do you know how bad my rep will tank if you die on me?”

The faintest of smiles tugged at Aubrey’s lips but before she could return a flip comment she began to cough hard, heaving a little as she did and coughing up blood down the front of Beca’s scrubs.

“Shit.” Beca was quick to move to Aubrey’s aid, watching in horror as Aubrey’s eyes closed and she went limp against the bed, “Someone bag her, let’s hang a unit of crossmatch, and get me that x-ray machine STAT!”

“Her sats are still falling...” Jessica shook her head as she operated the bag, “93... 89... Beca I think we need to intubate.”

“Yeah.” Beca nodded, “Yeah okay, someone get me a tray ready, once the x-ray is done we go, got it?”

There were murmurs of agreement as everyone stepped backwards, Beca quietly pulling Amy to one side.

“Get me her personnel file.” Beca whispered, her eyes meeting Amy’s, “I want to know what her advanced directive is.”

“It’s that bad?” Amy’s eyebrows shot into her hairline.

“Not yet.” Beca swallowed thickly, “But it could be.”

Amy nodded, ducking her head as she left the trauma bay, almost running into Chloe as she did. Chloe’s expression was full of fear as she tried to walk into the trauma room, but Beca quickly put herself between her and Aubrey, blocking her view as she gently pushed her out again.

“Get out of the way Beca, I need to see her, what happened to her?!” Chloe was irate as she struggled against Beca.

“No.” Beca shook her head a little, “You don’t want to see her like this. Trust me.”

“Becs, she’s my best friend-” Chloe started, eyes full of tears as she tried to get around Beca who was holding her wrists just tight enough to keep her in place without hurting her.

“I know.” Beca’s voice was quiet and a little shaky as she pursed her lips, “I know Chloe. Which is why I can’t let you come in. You know that I love that big beautiful heart of yours, but in there it’s going to stop me from being able to do my job properly, and I know you don’t want that.”

Chloe bit her lip as her gaze dropped from Beca’s eyes to her top, and the blood that was soaking through it, “Oh my god... is that-?”

“Go and help Stacie.” Beca pushed gently but insistently, “She and Em are in three, they need someone to ground them both a little. Can you do that?”

“I-”

“Nurse Beale.” Beca’s tone was sharp without being angry, snapping Chloe into focus as she finally dragged her eyes from the blood, “I need you to go and help out in Bay Three. Can you do that for me?”

“Yeah.” Chloe nodded slowly, “Yeah, I can do that.”

“I love you.” Beca smiled softly, “I’m doing everything I can.”

“I know.” Chloe smiled tightly, pulling away from Beca as she sniffed, trying to shift her mind to the task at hand, “Just... look after her, okay?”

“Always.” Beca nodded firmly, “Go, I got her.”

Chloe watched as Beca disappeared into the trauma room again, sliding the door shut behind her so Chloe couldn’t see inside. She hated this, but Beca was right. If she went in there to help, all her decisions would come from her heart, not her head, and Aubrey needed better than that right now. But her best friend was in pain, she was hurt, she needed her... 

“Hey! I need some help in here!”

Chloe’s head whipped around in the direction of the call for help, her heart sinking like a lead weight as she saw the panic in Stacie’s features. 

Oh no.

[inkdemonapologist]

[BatIM Call of Cthulhu Masterpost]

nEW SESSION (summary here!), where there’s been an unexpected development to the music issue and its time to [checks my notes] taLK TO THE PROPHET AND BREAK INTO SUSIE’S APARTMENT??? Also, the Prophet and Joey have made.... a truce(???), Prophet is concerned Sammy isn’t going to stay on task now that music is returning and has left him a sort of alarming note, and Jack is uh, trying to hold, too many things, maybe some things he shouldn’t be holding, Jack please put those things back,

anyway heres a stack of out-of-context quotes from our session under the readmore:

[Sammy is played by me, Joey is played by Boo (inkyvendingmachine), Henry is played by Maf (inkcryptid), Jack is played by Mochi (whatyouwantedmetosee) and Thren (haunted-hijinxer) is our GM!]

[Jack] My favourite thing is, there are so many reasons that Henry could've avoided things that I have no idea WHY Henry isn't affected. [Jack] Like, is he not affected because his art isn't a performance? Is he not affected because he warded his house? Is he not affected because he'S FILLED WITH GLOWING BLOOD?!?

[Jack] He got as far as feeding his cat, and I feel like feeding cat isn't a performance-- [Sammy] Not usually, not unless you sing a song to your cat, which-- [Jack] Awww! [Sammy] -- which, now that I've said that, sounds like something Jack would do actually,

[Sammy] Ohhhh, that's right, Joey just heard some people play some bad notes and start panicking, and then he stood up and passed out, [Jack] Which is probably how Sammy feels every time he hears people mess up music!

[GM] He finds news on the radio, but they’re not talking about that right now. [Joey] What are they talking about? [GM] Something mundane; business or sports or something. [Jack] The, the sportsball team, got a…..uh….. a, a point. Congratulations, sportsball,

[Joey] If the sportscasters sound normal, then Joey is instantly VERY ANGRY.

[Henry] Henry’s not very musically inclined, but he knows some songs, [Sammy] Like, can you hum Twinkle Twinkle Little Star -- [Jack] “Anyway, here’s Wonderwall.”

[Jack] Jack has made a vague list of the kinds of people who seem to be affected. [Jack] There’s also “NOT HENRY?????” with a bunch of question marks in this list.

[GM] He’s told that Peter is out of town for a week. [Jack] Hmm. [Sammy] PETER WHERE ARE YOU GOING? [Jack] Hmmmmmm. [Sammy] Jack, is Peter coming here, to check on you, [Jack] HMMMMMMMMMMMMM,

[Sammy] *exasperated* NPCs Stop Getting Involved In The Occult Challenge [Henry] Stop Getting Involved In The Occult Or Draw 25

[Joey] Peter had never seen a Bendy cartoon, and this needed to be fixed. [Joey] The premier is this weekend, and he sent tickets to Pete to correct this, error, in his ways. [Jack] ...I think it is very slowly dawning on Jack, that this means that Pete has been pulled directly into yet another… supernatural nonsense... [Sammy] WE DIDNT DO THIS ONE!!

[Sammy] I CAN’T BELIEVE PHONES ARE THE ANTAGONIST OF THIS ADVENTURE

[Henry] Oh wait--! oh, no, nevermind, I forgot he and Allison probably aren’t together yet. [Sammy] Yeah, I think they just met; they had a meet-cute where they found out they both like Frankenstein and that’s it. [Jack] They actually got married today, since nothing else was happening at the Studio, [Sammy] That’s why Allison hasn’t shown up, she was busy getting married!

[GM] Bendy might’ve been keeping tabs on Henry, but it depends I guess on how distressed Joey is seeming. [Joey] Joey is probably just going to bury his sorrow in studying magic. [GM] Okay! That’s fine and normal Joey behaviour!

[Sammy] Sammy will note that nothing got done in the music department, because he has good priorities.

[Jack] I like the idea that it’s just like, when the teacher isn’t in, and nobody does the work the substitute teacher gave you, [Jack] Everyone’s just playing pokemon in the back, [GM] I thought you were going to say “poker,” but I like the way you ended the sentence better.

[Jack] HMMMMMM. I wonder if we know, any suspicious women, who were around on that specific day, who are known to have, skill and interest in magical things,  [Joey] And also were aware of the cutouts, [Sammy] *cheerfully* Yeah, weird! Anyway!!!!

[Jack] Sammy was acting weird about Allison. Far too agreeable for a Sammy!

[Sammy] *talking about Prophet* If you want to lock him in somewhere, or restrain him, I’ll cooperate. [Jack] Just handcuff him to Jack! [Sammy] SAMMY IS UNEASY WITH THAT PLAN, [Jack] *laughing* What could go wrong! It’s not like Jack is significantly less strong or anything!!

[Jack] Not everyone makes up their entire self, Joey!!! (Affectionate)!!

[Sammy] I give my word, my sheep! [Henry] How good is your word? [Sammy] I mean. It’s pretty good.

[Henry] Henry’s trying to decide if it would be rude to doodle during this very serious conversation. [Jack] I mean, Jack is taking notes, so I feel like-- [Joey] --you can get away with fake note-ing. [GM] No one will know! [GM] Well, Bendy will know, because he’s up high. [GM] Ceiling Bendy

[Sammy] He’s not gonna give you a grade afterwards, like, this isn’t a lecture, [Jack] Time for Prophet Pop Quiz!

[GM] What’s Prophet writing? [Sammy] Um, I gotta think about this... [Jack] “Dear Frightened Shepherd, that Allison person sure is nice, isn’t she?” [GM] “What’s up with everyone ragging on her?” [Joey] “I think I have finally found a way to bridge the gap between us!” [Jack] “I think you need to replace your sheep, they seem kind of suspicious for no reason,” [Jack] “To Do List: Get Better Sheep”

[Sammy] Does this feel like something that’s trying to take his focus, like, very compelling creative ideas? [GM] Yes. [Sammy] ...Prophet will write “don’t get distracted” five more times.

[GM] His mind is abuzz with thoughts of dancing and actoring, [GM] Ideas to be the best Joey ever! [Jack] Oh no.

[Joey] He will wave at the cutout and make a “come here” motion. [Joey] Though also, he’s looking at the cutout like, I’m not quite sure how this works, but I’m going to trust you that it works! So I’m going to do this and see if Bendy shows up! [Jack] Like someone trying to learn how to do phone video calls for the first time, [Joey] YES. Joey’s actually like really close to the cutout, and the motions -- you can make them out, but it’s really awkward,

[Sammy] They’re in no danger. I will take care of the Shepherd’s sheep. [Jack] ...JACK’S BEEN DOWNGRADED!! He’s no longer PROPHET’S sheep!

[Joey] I like how everything Prophet says really just feels like, Knife Cat face.

[GM] You could probably make a Mythos roll to figure it out. [Joey] *rolls* Oh! Extreme success! [GM] Joey’s back!

[GM] Bendy will lead Joey back to the room, where hopefully there are three alive, non-fighting boys!

[Jack] Part of me was like, “What if Jack DOES turn into a cat…?! It’d be pretty hard to write things!” [GM] *laughs* We’ll keep that in our back pocket, in case Jack ever fails a Mythos check. [Jack] Meowthos check…

[Henry] I’m going to have Henry look, look with his Special Eyes.

[Sammy] *failing a roll* Prophet is just, NOT on the ball today, in any way shape or form. [GM] Really hard not to think about music. : ) [Sammy] Ohhhhhh boy, [Jack] Prophet just writes a note to Sammy that says “HOW do you LIVE like this???”

[Henry] Henry’s gonna try to scribble what he remembers of the symbol!  [Sammy] Didn’t we learn, from the last scenario, about reproducing weird symbols, [Henry] No.

[Joey] Did Joey get burnt? [GM] Make a dexterity roll! : ) [Henry] *mumbling* Y’all this entire building is made of wood. *Joey fails* [GM] 1 point of damage, you singe your hand -- on the plus side, you kind of were holding it as it burned up, so it doesn’t fall on the wooden floor. [Sammy] OH GOOD, we’re not LOCKED IN A CLOSET that’s about to burn down? GREAT!

[Joey] We could head over to the infirmary -- [Jack] Jack is already pulling the burn ointment out of his bag. [Jack] He’s prepared this time! [Jack] He’s been practicing, he knows what you’re all like,

[Joey] Joey will give him a smile that’s most recognisable as the “I know you will do good!” smile. [Sammy] Prophet will also smile! It is not a friendly smile. [Jack] It’s a “smile” in quotation marks, but it’s like, baring your teeth as an act of aggression. 

[Jack] Jack lets him go to do the call, but just before he picks up the phone, he says, “Don’t call him Petey.”

[GM] The phone rings, and is not answered. [Joey] Okay! Joey hangs up, says Peter checked into his room, but is not answering. Most likely asleep. [Jack] Half of my brain is going, “what if he’s just stood outside Jack’s house?” The other half of my brain is concerned about manias. I hope he’s not decided that now is a really great time to do more writing, and now he can’t stop, and this could go wrong-- [Jack] This is what Jack’s mind is doing, thinking of all the terrible possibilities. [Joey] While humming. [Jack] ...yes. He’s writing some very troubling lyrics.

[Sammy] *talking about Jack’s compulsive humming* Like Cornifer, [Jack] *starts humming Cornifer’s theme* Dangit, now it’s in my head, why would you do this to me? [Sammy] It’s in character! [Sammy] Method acting. : )

[Joey] Joey’s going to grab supplies to make sure Bendy can… hang around with them! [Joey] Sleepover supplies! Let’s grab your sleepover bag! :D

[Sammy] I don’t know why the idea of a wild Bendy running around across the rooftops is so cute to me… [GM] Probably on all fours, [Jack] Scampering,

[Jack] It’s a good thing Henry’s around because I don’t think Jack can… carry??? An entire Sammy??? [Jack] Like he’s good at holding but he’s not strong at holding.

[Joey] We’ve all been acting terrible for the last 24 hours… [Joey] WAIT. We’ve all been acting terrible for the last 24 hours!!!

[GM] Bendy hides under a blanket or something. [Jack] Comfey… [GM] Cozy boy, [Joey] Bendyrito. [Sammy] BENDYRITO,…….. [GM] Rolled up… snug...

[GM] Is everybody coming into the apartment, or just the two? [Jack] Hmmm….. Jack isn’t fond of either of these options. Going in is suspicious and weird; staying outside makes it look even more like they’re breaking in, to steal things, as opposed to, y’know, breaking in, for,,, “good” reasons(???) [Sammy] We’re not breaking in, we’re just walking into this apartment! What’s so weird about that?! [Jack] That’s breaking in. That’s what breaking in is, Sammy. [Sammy] They don’t have to know that we don’t belong here, maybe Susie gave us a key! [Jack] ...they heard us knocking. [Sammy] [Sammy] We’re BEING POLITE!! SHUT UP!!

[Henry] Jack, did you pick up kleptomania.. [Joey] I thought Jack picked up Being Prepared! [Jack] H-he’s just hoarding a little bit!! It’s fine!!! It’s very, useful, see, already Joey got injured!! It was useful to bring lots of things with him okay!!!!!!!!!

[GM] They do not have the police called on them, so that’s nice. [Sammy] Oh good! [Jack] Thank GOODNESS. [Henry] Love when that happens! [GM] If you guys got arrested, the Lurker’s just out in the car all night, [Henry] oh NO, [Jack] Worse punishment than jail… [Joey] Lurker learns how to drive for fun. [GM] *laughs* Gets curious, [Joey] “I said I wouldn’t leave the car, but--”

[Joey] WAIT. There’s a very important factor that we just decided but didn’t say. [GM] Oh? [Joey] If we have Henry heading home, and everyone else sleep over at Jack’s…. [Joey] ...the Lurker finally gets to meet a cat. *everyone gasps* [Jack] Oh that’s SO important

[Henry] And Henry will probably look at these, while in the car, to make sure they don’t have any gold writing on them-- [Sammy] Isn’t Henry driving??? [Henry] ……Henry is not going to look at them in the car,

[Sammy] We’re all going to bed, Sammy, you don’t need a banjo to sleep! [Joey] You might sleep worse if you have a banjo, actually. You might not stop.

[Sammy] Jack you wanna join us? We’re gonna just jam all night! [Jack] It really is Jammy… [Sammy] *laughs* TRUE Jammy!! Real Jammy Hours… [GM] That makes it a pyJAMa party… a real jammy jam…

[nightwishesworld]

hello! do you think you could do a chapter with fem!reader whose afraid of thunderstorms and wakes up in the middle of the night because of it but doesn’t wanna wake alcina so she just stays awake but the storm goes on for like a week and this keeps happening until she notices and comforts you through it by like cuddles or talking you to sleep to distract you from it :)

Oh my god I hate the way this came out. My brain just could not process this for some reason. I also couldn't make it as long as a week, my apologies.

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One dark evening at Castle Dimitrescu a storm rolled in. Relatively speaking, it was quite harmless and most of the inhabitants of the castle were unbothered by the storm.

Except you.

Late into the evening, whilst most were asleep, the storm was at its strongest - the crackle of thunder rolling through the halls as flashes of lightning illuminated the darkest corners of the room. You were trying to sleep, honest, but just as you felt the drowsiness of rest come to take you - a loud crack of thunder would jolt you awake and paralyze you with fear.

You sat with your back against the headboard, your breathing rapid.

You pulled the covers up to your chest and hugged your pillow close to your chest. Resisting the urge to run and hide in the closet like you used to do as a kid was becoming more and more difficult.

Another flash, another boom.

You knew it wasn’t logical, but you couldn’t stop yourself from flinching or jumping as the sounds of the storm roared outside. It was just so loud and you could swear the castle was shaking with it.

You squeezed your eyes shut, white-knuckling the pillow held tight against your chest and humming a song to yourself in order to distract your brain.

The sound of constant rain was suddenly accompanied by heavy hail falling, and that’s when the thoughts started charging at you full force.

What if the lightning strikes the castle? What if the castle collapsed? Did it have the right infrastructure? What if-

“Stop it, God. Stop it!” You begged your brain but to no avail. Your mind kept generously providing you with possibilities and images you did not ask for.

Another loud boom and this time you couldn’t help the cry let out before clapping a hand over your mouth and diving under the blankets.

When you didn’t hear anything for a few minutes you felt it safe enough to come out of hiding. Thankfully the vampire slumbering next to you wasn’t disturbed by your pathetic cries and whimpers. She had a rough day dealing with a very pissed off Mother Miranda and needed rest and relaxation as much as she could possibly get.

You forced yourself to lay still on your back and focus all your energy on controlling your breathing. That was the key to saving yourself a panic attack. You don’t know how long you were staring up at the ceiling, but dawn eventually came and your partner stirred from her sleep.

She would have been happy to see you if not for the redness in your eyes and puffiness surrounding them, obvious signs of lack of sleep.

“Are you alright, draga mea?” She wrapped her arms around your midsection and rested her head on your shoulder, kissing your cheek.

You didn’t answer, even though you knew Alcina wouldn’t just drop the question. She was sweet and caring like that, which is probably why you never had the heart to tell her how much of a coward you actually are.

“You didn’t sleep very well, did you?”

“Nightmares,” you rasped, trying to focus on Alcina more than the low rumbling outside. “I’ll be fine after a cup of coffee.”

She looked as though she didn’t accept that answer but quickly hid any doubts behind a warm smile. “If you’re sure.”

It felt wrong lying to her. You had never felt the need to hide anything from Alcina before, but this was just embarrassing. She’d probably laugh at you told her you were still afraid of thunderstorms.

The day progressed with relative normalcy despite the occasional sounds of rumbling. Alcina busied herself dealing with the mountain of paperwork on her desk for Mother Miranda and the girls were running amuck in the basement. Depending on which room you were in you could hear their laughter below you. Their mischief down there has always been a mystery to you, even now after living in the castle a couple of years. You knew what they were doing, but couldn't fathom the idea of enjoying it so much. You did find it rather disturbing that their torturing frightened you less than a stupid thunderstorm.

You huddled in the back section of the library behind the bookshelves so you couldn’t see the lightning out the windows. The loud rumbling still had you on edge, but a good book is always a welcome distraction. It worked so well, that you didn't hear Daniela approaching. You practically jumped three feet in the air when she was stood in front of you.

“What’s wrong with you?” Daniela asked, her voice was stern, but it also had a concerning tone to it. She had dropped her bag, keeping the knife at her side. Your breathing was heavier than usual as you tried to think of what to say. It was more than embarrassing to tell Daniela the truth. You knew for a fact she out of everyone in the castle would laugh at you. "You scared me,"

She rolled her eyes. "No, Dummy, I mean what's really wrong?"

You shrug and turn the page of your book. “Nothing.”

Another boom. You couldn’t fight off flinched.

“Oh, I think I get it. You’re afraid of-”

“Don’t tell anyone.” You clenched your fists, shutting your eyes tightly. Daniela wanted to laugh, but she didn’t. You watched as she cautiously sat back down. The redhead sat in front of you, the rain somehow sounding even louder than it had before. You looked over at Daniela, feeling the embarrassment creep upon you.

Daniela started at you with a rather confused expression, resting her arms on her knees. “Out of everything we’ve been through,” she began, “everything you’ve seen us do. Everything that goes on in this castle just below your feet,” she paused. “And you’re scared of thunder?”

You sat silently and twiddled your thumbs.

“Why?”

“Doesn’t matter,” you whisper. “It’s not important. You’re only going to run off and tell everyone.”

Daniela rolled her eyes and picked up her bag, headed once again for the basement. “Whatever, y/n, have it your way.”

You spent the rest of the afternoon and early evening shuffling around the library hiding from the white flashes. It was only when Daniela came to fetch you for dinner that you left. Luckily you were eating in the kitchen instead of the larger Dining Hall. The kitchen is much more manageable; marginally fewer windows to see the lightning. The meal carried on as it normally would; the girls boasted about their successes in the basement, Alcina discusses all the work she got done today and complains about the work she put off for tomorrow. It was almost enough to take your mind off the chaos happening just outside the windows. Almost.

The storm carried on just as confidently throughout the evening and into the night. It showed no signs of relenting, which in turn meant another sleepless night.

You wasted no time stripping your clothes and crawling into bed, back to the open windows. Alcina didn’t think much of it, simply chalking it up to being exhausted from the previous night’s lack of sleep. She wasn’t completely wrong, you did feel like you were ready to sleep for the next 24 hours. But you knew the storm wouldn’t allow you that luxury.

Pressure against your back and an arm wrapping around your midsection snapped you out of your thoughts.

“I hope you sleep tonight, my love.”

“Me too.”

An hour later and you were still wide awake listening to the rain being pelted against the windows. An anxious voice whispered impossible scenarios of the rain breaking through the windows and lightning striking you down in the safety of your bed. You tried your hardest to not toss and turn as to not disturb the woman next to you. She's not asleep yet, you can tell by the lack of snoring, but her breathing is starting to even out. You were curled up on your side, back to Alcina. She wrapped you in her arms, her chest against your back and arm across your waist. "Dove..." she whispered in your ear. "Y/n... "

"I'm sleeping, Al." You murmured snuggling further into the vampire’s arms, your eyes still closed.

"No, you're not." She stroked your side absently. “Are you sure you’re ok? You aren’t falling ill are you?”

You sigh. “No, I’m not getting sick. My body is just too exhausted to relax.”

Alcina hummed, burrowing her face in the crook of your neck. “I’ll stay up with you for a while.”

“You will not. Go to sleep Al, I’ll be fine. You had a long day yourself, one of us should be able to sleep."

"Why don't we go sit in the Drawing Room or the Library? I'll hold you in my lap and read to you." God no. Way too many windows. "Goodnight, Alcina." You feel her sigh against your skin, pushing a few stray hairs around. "Can I do anything?" "Stop worrying, it's just insomnia." "I'll stay up with you then. You shouldn't be up all by yourself staring at the ceiling." "I'm not alone, Love, you're right here with me. Asleep or not I'm still in your arms, and that helps a lot." You feel her smile against your neck and pull you closer against her front. "wake me if you need anything."

You actually slept fairly well; only waking up a few times to have Alcina soothe you back to sleep. Being tucked away in her embrace did a world of help, but you still woke up hours before Alcina did. Her eyes fluttered open and focus on your groggy face. She frowns.

"Did you sleep at all?"

You smile and kiss her lips. "Yes, I actually slept a lot better last night than before."

"Good," she pulls you back to kiss you again.

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Later in the afternoon Bela and Cassandra invited (dragged you really) into the Drawing Room to play a game of cards.

Everything was going really well. You were laughing and playing with the girls like everything was as it should be in Castle Dimitrescu.

You were made astutely aware of the situation outside again when a loud crack of thunder shook the castle. There was another flash and clap of thunder, this time loud enough to make Cassandra flinch.

You abruptly shot up from the table. “Sorry. I need a minute.” You rushed down the hall into one of the guest rooms. Cassandra and Bela shared a confused glance and watched as you hurried away. They’d never seen you so flighty and nervous before. Neither could tell what was wrong.

They laid on the carpet and silently counted to sixty before following you to down the corridor.

“Y/n?” Bela softly knocked on the door. “It’s been a minute.”

There was no response. More thunder. Bela frowned. “We’re coming in, okay?”

She opened the door a crack and poked her head inside. You were nowhere to be seen. “Y/n?” Cassandra called, stepping further inside and glancing around the room. The sisters checked under the bed, then under the covers, even under the shade of the bedside lamp. Then Bela peered out of the rain-soaked window for good measure. Where else could you be?

Just as Cassandra decided she was stumped, she heard a rustling from behind her and a muffled, “I’m in here.” She turned around in confusion because the only place they hadn’t checked in that direction was…

They crept over to the closet and carefully slid open the door. The girls smiled when they found you sitting on the ground, curled up with your head between your knees. “Playing hide and seek now, are we?” Bela said. “Next round I call being the— um, y/n?”

“I’m fine,” you mumbled, staying right where you were. “Sorry.”

“S-Sorry for what…?” Cassandra crouched down beside you. The closet almost had enough space for the three of you to fit.

“Y/n, please. Something’s obviously bothering you, can’t you tell us?”

All three of you startled as another flash of lightning cut into the room, followed by another growl of thunder. You tightened your grip around your legs. Bela’s jaw dropped.

“It’s the storm,” she said, half a question, half a statement. “You’re scared of thunder?”

“It’s childish.”

“Oh, y/n…”

“I’m weak. Something as dumb and simple as loud noises shouldn’t make me so—”

“Y/n. Look at me.” Cassandra’s gently stern tone convinced you to move your head so your chin rested on your knees. You side-eyed the girls, trying to imitate your usual stoicism. It was difficult with red-rimmed eyes.

“A phobia doesn’t make you childish, or weak— do you know how many people have a fear of thunder, y/n? A lot of humans.”

“A lot of Uncle Heisenberg’s lycans as well,” Bela chimed in.

“And are you going to go around insulting them? No, Y/n, because that’s not nice. So don’t insult yourself for the same thing.” Cassandra waved around her index finger as she spoke. Your eyes widened and followed the movement. Both girls laughed.

“Is that what’s been giving you nightmares?”

You shake your head. “I just haven’t been sleeping; too tense.”

Cassandra giggled. “Just ask mother for extra cuddles, not like she’ll say no.”

“Or a more intimate distraction,” Bela winked.

Both sisters giggle at the blush creeping on your cheeks.

“Can we sit here with you?” Bela asked, already taking the vacant spot on your right.

You shrugged— as much as you could in this balled-up position. “You don’t have to.”

“It’s ok y/n, we don’t mind.”

They sat on either side of you, Bela holding your hand, enjoying the comfortable silence that cast over you.

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A loud crack of thunder jolted Alcina awake. Cursing to herself she eyed the clock across the room–2:06 am. Raking a hand down her face, she jolted again when another crack of thunder echoed through the castle. It wasn’t a minute later that an insistent downpour of rain started pelting the roof and windows followed by an angry howling of the wind. You stirred next to her in the bed. You were mumbling in what sounded like a mix of Romanian and English. Alcina swallowed thickly because she knew what that meant; another night terror. She laid back down and curled herself against you, cocooning herself against your back. Alcina placed a few stray kisses on your shoulders and the nape of your neck, smoothing her hands along your hipbone in the process. You calmed after a few minutes, your mumbling returning to the steadying breaths of deep sleep. Alcina sighed in relief and closed her eyes in hopes that she could drift back to sleep.

KRAK-OOOOOM!

Alcina sat up on the bed and saw you still appeared to be sleeping, though you looked somewhat agitated. She reached over and attempted to run her fingers through your hair but all that succeeded in doing was causing you to jolt awake.

You woke up with a strangled yell and starting crawling out from underneath the sheets. You sat with your back against the headboard, your breathing and heart rate rapid. Alcina crawled over and realized you were having a panic attack. “Y/n, can you hear me?” You nodded, your eyes squeezed shut as tears started leaking from the corners. You clamped a hand over your mouth, and Alcina realized you were trying to silence your breathing. “Honey no, don’t do that, just focus on me,” she pulled your hand away from your mouth slowly. You shook your head and tried to take your hand back. “No no no... I can’t- I-I-I can’t wake Al-Alcina,” you gasped. “It’s alright, Dove, just follow my breathing.” Alcina took exaggerated breaths to demonstrate. You started calming down slightly. “That’s it, everything is alright, just keep breathing.” You seemed to calm down more with the breathing exercises. “I’m going to get you a glass of water“ Alcina started to say, but was cut off by you grabbing her arm. “No! Don’t-don’t lea- don’t leave, please, don’t- don’t” you closed her eyes, her breath quickening again. “Sweetheart, breathe with me. In, out. In, out.” Alcina took your hand and put it on her chest. “Breathe with me. In, out. In, out.” Your breathing returned to normal. After sitting in silence for a bit, Alcina turned to her.

“Another night terror?” She asked. You looked away for a minute, ashamed of yourself.

“No.”

God, you probably woke her up, good job.

Alcina couldn’t keep an amused smile from forming. “Can my little dove not sleep because of the thunderstorm?”

As if on cue, a blinding bolt of lightning crackled down from the sky. The following rumble of thunder seemed to shake the castle. You let out a whimper and shielded yourself from the sky. “How could I possibly sleep when it sounds like the sky is falling?!”

Alcina hums and pulls you close against her. “There’s nothing wrong with a healthy fear, Dove. It brings out the human in you.”

“UGH! Just-!”

KRAK-OOOOOM!

Another shriek, barely muffled by Alcina’s shoulder, had you violently trembling. You were barely holding yourself together.

Wracked with terror, eyes shut tightly, you found yourself unable to prevent the reflexive compulsion to cling to something nearby.

Which, in this case, was Alcina, who was left staring in shocked silence at the violently trembling form with arms wrapped tightly around her midsection. She immediately wrapped her arms around you again and began rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“Calm down. You’re fine,” She spoke softly, ignoring the buzz under her skin as she soaked in the unwitting embrace like a dry sponge in water. Soothingly, she rubbed up to your shoulder blades. “There we are, my love,” Alcina chuckled. “I’ve got you. Listen to my voice,” She rumbled, speaking soft but firm as the thunder forced smaller tremors through the floor. “You’re going to relax. I’m going to help you. Just lay here with me and close your eyes. I’ll hold you all night if you want me to.”

Gradually, the sound faded and petered off back into the loud patter of rain against the windows but Alcina held you tightly still. She could feel the flutter of your heartbeat against her own, almost impressed that you hadn’t passed out from fear alone.

“Why didn’t you say anything? The storm’s been going on for days now you must have been petrified.”

“I didn’t want you to know,” you mumbled into her neck. “It’s a pathetic fear I’ve had since I was a kid. I don’t want you to think less of me.”

“You think something as trivial as a phobia would make me think less of you?” She pulled you even tighter against her. You melted into her embrace. “Clearly I haven’t been a very good partner to you.”

“No Al, it’s not like that. Gods, you’re an amazing partner. It’s just my stupid insecurities. You’re all so fearless and brave. You’re not afraid of anything, and then there’s me; tiny, inferior, afraid of a little thunderstorm.”

She sighed and continued rubbing circles on your back. “I’m not fearless.”

“Yeah right,” you scoff. “What could the great and powerful Alcina Dimitrescu possibly be afraid of?”

“Death.”

You wriggled out of her arms just enough to turn and face her. “What? But, you’re immortal. Death isn’t really something you have to worry about.”

She gave a small smile and brought a hand to cup your face. “I never said my death, sweet one.”

Oh...OH

“The girls are clever, they can get themselves out of most situations unscathed, but still, we can be slain. And there have been some pretty close calls in the past. And you,” she rubbed gentle circles on your cheek. “Your death is inevitable. It gnaws at the back of my mind every time I look at you. Every time morning I have to untangle myself from your embrace I remember that one day I’ll wake up alone and wish I cuddled with you for just a bit longer."

"Al, I didn't-"

"I can't always be there to protect you, including the girls. If I could take the brunt of all conflict for you I would gladly do so, but that's unfortunately not how life works. I'm just left worrying until I know for sure you're all safe."

She hummed into your neck and kissed your pulse point. "How selfish of me, I'm supposed to be comforting you, not the other way around. If I paid more attention I would have known, I’m sorry, my love.”

“Don’t apologize, just hold me.”

Alcina kissed the top of your head. “With pleasure.”

Soon enough you did fall asleep again, your arms still clinging tight around the vampire’s upper midsection. Alcina found a comfortable enough position and allowed herself to drift away as well.

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okay so we all love dad dumo and he's an incredible parent but even dumo isn't perfect. Could we maybe have dumo snapping at logan (or sirius, if it strikes your fancy, but i love dumo+logan dynamics) and then apologizing for it like a parent actually f*cking should

Oof, yes. Combined with asks for Sirius and Logan bonding, as well as some pre-Cap and James. SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for parental figure disappointment

The car rumbled. Dumo’s hands squeaked on the wheel as he flexed his fingers. Logan felt like he was going to throw up.

Can we turn around real quick? No, too vague. Can we go home so I can use the bathroom? No, he’ll say I can wait another ten minutes. I forgot my phone at home? No, he saw me put it in my pocket. Logan ran through every possible way of asking to go back to the Dumais house without giving away his dilemma; with each scenario, they grew further from where he needed to be.

“Hey, Dumo?” he began quietly, swallowing around his dry mouth. What was it his father always said? Honesty is the best policy. “We need to go back to your house for a moment.”

“We’re already running late,” Dumo said, not even sparing him a glance in the rearview mirror. The traffic around them was a mess. “If we go back, we’ll miss the first part of warmups.”

“I know, but it’s kind of important.”

“So is the game. If it’s your wallet, you don’t need it right—”

“I left my skates by the front door.”

Dead silence filled the car as Dumo slowed to a stop at the fourth red light. Logan’s heart sank and his stomach crawled into his throat. “What?”

“I left my skates by the front door,” he repeated, staring at his hands. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking—”

“Tabernak, Logan!” Dumo snapped. He felt something inside him wither and die. “First the nap, then forgetting to wash your jersey, and now you left your fucking skates behind? What’s going on in your head? You are an adult now with responsibilities, and it’s your job to keep track of your shit.”

“I know,” Logan said quietly.

Dumo huffed. “Clearly you don’t! Do you just not care? Is that it?”

“I care.”

“This isn’t a college team, Logan.” Dumo’s accent grew harsh around his name. It had been a bad day for him—Adele came down with a nasty cold just after Celeste left to visit her parents for the weekend, and there was always an added pressure with home games. Logan knew that, and he knew he should have been paying better attention.

“I know.”

Dumo muttered a curse under his breath and pulled onto a side road, then swore again when his duffle bag slid in the passenger seat. Logan closed his eyes; there was no way they would make it all the way to the house and back to the rink in time for pre-game rituals. Damn it, Tremblay. What were you thinking?

They drove the rest of the way in silence. Dumo parked the car with a quiet “go”, and Logan hurried inside with a slight nod to the babysitter as he grabbed his skates before slinking back to the car with his head hung low.

“I’m really disappointed in you,” Dumo said when they reached the freeway again.

“I’m sorry.”

He received no response.

They won the game despite skipping all their superstitions, no thanks to Logan. He played like shit; Arthur barely gave him four shifts the whole night. Finn shot him a concerned look as he rinsed off and slipped back into his street clothes, but Logan didn’t have the energy to confront both his best friend and the upsetting feelings connected to the aforementioned best-friend-slash-secret-crush. If he tried, he’d certainly end up doing something stupid.

He packed his things, slung his bag over his shoulder, and followed Dumo out to the car like a stray dog with his tail between his legs. “I really am—”

“I don’t want to hear it,” Dumo interrupted as they pulled out of the parking lot. Logan pressed his lips together. “Are you hungry?”

Starving. “Kinda.”

“I’ll heat up some leftover lasagna when we get back to the house. Will you pay the babysitter and make sure the kids are in bed?”

“Sure.”

“Thank you.”

Logan ground his teeth around the steady ache building in his chest—he hated disappointing people in general, but it was a whole different story with Dumo. He was his second father, the person Logan admired most on the team. He gave him a home and a substitute family to ease the homesickness, and was always there to cheer him on. And Logan let him down.

They went through their nightly routine silently, which was a sharp contrast to their usual banter. Marc and Louis refused to go to bed at first, nearly bringing Logan to tears in his frustration, but he eventually got them settled down and tucked in. By some miracle, both the girls were already asleep.

“I’m going to call Celeste,” Dumo finally said as Logan unloaded the dishwasher. He nodded without a word, not trusting his voice.

As soon as the dishwasher was full and running, Logan took his phone out and dialed the only person he wanted to hear from. It rang twice before connecting. “Hello?”

“Hey.” His voice cracked and he cleared his throat. “Hey, Cap, what���s up?”

“Not much.” Sirius sounded confused, and more than a little tired. “Ça va?”

Logan’s eyes burned. “Not bad. Do you have a minute?”

There was a rustling noise from the other end, followed by the clink of keys. “You’re at Dumo’s, right?”

“Oui.”

“I’ll be there in ten.”

“Thanks,” he managed around his tight throat. “See you soon.”

Hushed voices came from the living room and Logan padded down the hall, knocking gently on the doorframe. Dumo looked up and furrowed his brow. “Un moment, mon amour. Are you alright?”

“Sirius is coming by in ten. We’re going to hang out for a bit, if that’s okay.”

“Tell him I say hello.” Without another word, Dumo uncovered the base of his phone and returned to his conversation. Logan nodded and headed back out into the hall, swallowing down the tears forming behind his eyes.

Ten minutes turned out to be seven minutes—Logan was simultaneously flattered and concerned—and a soft knock startled him out of his thoughts. Sirius already looked worried when the front door swung open. “What happened? Is everyone okay? Did something happen to Celeste?”

“She’s fine. Dumo says hi.” And he’s horribly disappointed in me. Logan took several deep breaths through his nose to control the tremor in his voice and Sirius gave him a worried once-over. “Can we drive around for a bit?”

“Of course.”

For all of his bluster and general brooding vibe, Sirius continued to be the king of empathy and (in Logan’s opinion) a secret mind-reader. The second his arm draped across Logan’s shoulders and held him close as they walked down the sidewalk, he felt some of the pressure in his chest release. “Sorry about the late call,” he sniffled. It was a cold night—the snot threatening to drip from his nose was frigid already. “I just—I needed to get out for a minute.”

“À tout moment.” Any time. Logan didn’t feel deserving of that kindness after the mess he had been on the ice. The heaters kicked on as soon as Sirius started the car and Logan closed his eyes, leaning back into the warm seat. “Can you tell me what happened?”

“It’s so stupid.”

“Doesn’t sound like it.”

Logan took a moment to breathe before shaking his head. “I forgot my skates. We were already running late, and I forgot my fucking skates at the house.”

Sirius hummed, but said nothing.

“It’s—Dumo has been having such a horrible day.” Tears clogged his throat again. “And I took a nap earlier because I stayed up late last night like an idiot, and Adele’s sick so he had all the kids and no help while he was trying to get ready, and then I overslept so it was already going to be rushed and forgot to clean my jersey and then—and then I forgot my skates. God, I’m so stupid.”

“Don’t say that.”

“It’s true.”

“It’s not.” Logan wanted to kick him for being so infuriatingly patient. Sirius glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. “That’s not why you’re upset, though.”

“He’s—” Logan broke off and swiped the first tear away with his sweatshirt cuff. “He said he was disappointed in me.”

“Ah.”

“It’s such a stupid thing to be upset about.”

Sirius sighed through his nose and pulled into the parking lot of a 24-hour Taco Bell, then turned off the car and faced Logan with one eyebrow raised. “Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Belittling yourself.”

“Okay, Heather,” Logan snorted. Sirius reached over and flicked him on the forehead. “Hey!”

“You forgot your skates. Big deal. We’ve all been there.”

Logan shot him a glare. “You’ve never forgotten your skates.”

“Yes, I have. My very first game with the Lions, actually. Except I didn’t realize it until we were already at the rink.”

“Did Dumo drive you back?”

“The whole damn way. He was mad as hell, but he did it.” Sirius’ face softened, and he poked Logan gently on the thigh. “Stop kicking yourself for this one. It sounds like it was a bad day for you both.”

“I still feel like shit.”

Sirius shrugged. “I bet. Disappointing Dumo is the worst feeling ever.”

“He wouldn’t even let me apologize.”

“He will.”

They sat in silence for a full minute as Logan tried to find the right words. “How did you deal with it? Letting people down. It feels like I’m drowning, sometimes.”

“Really, really poorly,” Sirius half-laughed, crossing his ankle over his knee. “It wasn’t until I was named captain that I started accepting that people weren’t lying when they forgave me for fucking up.”

“Why?”

“Believe it or not, the people I was around as a kid didn’t make a habit of apologizing to me when they did something wrong.”

Logan looked up from the faded letters on his sweatshirt sleeve and sniffled. “Thanks for bringing me out here.”

“Pas de problem. I figured you could use some company outside the house.”

“You’re the best.”

“I try.”

“You succeed.” You’re like a brother to me, actually. “Is this what James did for you?”

“No,” Sirius laughed. Affection took over his face, bright even in the dim light from the streetlamps. “No, he snuck me onto the roof of the rink with massive amounts of junk food and stayed with me until the imposter syndrome faded. It was fantastic, but we nearly got hypothermia several times in the winter. This is much more comfortable.”

“Thanks for helping me keep all my fingers and toes,” Logan said wryly. He lapsed back into silence and folded his forearms on the dashboard, sighing at the pleasant stretch of his back. “I know I have to go back eventually, but I’m scared.”

“Honestly, Logan, I bet he’s already forgiven you. He knows it was an accident.”

“But what if he doesn’t?” The words came out as little more than a whisper. Sirius’ hand rested hesitantly between his shoulder blades until Logan leaned back into it, then began rubbing gentle circles.

“He does,” Sirius said softly. “And he loves you so much.”

Logan sniffed back more tears. “Really?”

“Ouais. You’ve been living with him for nine months now, and he’s so proud of how far you’ve come.”

“How do you know?”

“Because he told me. Last week, after your hat trick. People fuck up, Logan, but that doesn’t mean they’re unforgivable. You don’t need to flay yourself for one bad day.”

Logan shut his eyes with a slow exhale and buried his face in his forearms. “I think I’m ready to go back now.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

“D’accord. Buckle your seatbelt.”

He straightened up and stretched, wincing at the crack of his back. Sirius drove out of the parking lot and hummed under his breath to the radio, but Logan didn’t miss the careful glances out of the corner of his eye. “You don’t need to worry about me,” he finally said. “I’ll be okay.”

“I know,” Sirius said casually, though he looked like he was holding something back. Logan didn’t press; Sirius would talk in his own time if he wanted to. He opened his mouth, paused, then sighed. “But I do worry about you.”

“Why?”

“Because.”

Thank you, Captain Black, for the most media answer of all time. “You really don’t have to.”

Sirius parked the car and leaned his head back against the seat. “You’re my friend, and I care about you, so I worry.”

Logan blinked at him. “You care about me?”

“Obviously,” Sirius muttered. Even in the darkness of the street, his cheeks were pink. “Now go on, you've got someone waiting for you.”

“I care about you, too.”

“Out of my car, Tremblay.” Despite his words, a smile quirked at the corner of Sirius’ mouth. Logan socked him lightly on the arm and opened the door, shivering in the night air as it bit through his hoodie.

“Drive safe, Cap.”

“I will.”

The walk to the front door felt less like a trip to the gallows and more like coming home; Logan felt his muscles relax, and saw the curtains shift as someone moved away from the window. Dumo opened the door before he could even knock.

“I’m sorry,” they said in unison. Logan raised his eyebrows and Dumo opened the door the rest of the way, ushering him inside.

The moment the door closed behind him, Dumo wrapped him in a hug. “I’m so sorry for what I said earlier, Logan. You made a mistake, and I shouldn’t have come down hard on you.”

“I’m sorry I made us late,” Logan said into his soft shirt. “And for not helping earlier. It won’t happen again.”

“All is forgiven.” Dumo patted him on the back of the shoulder and held him at arm’s length with a sad smile. “I should have kept a better handle on my temper. You don’t deserve to be spoken to like that.”

Logan bit back the urge to say it’s okay or I deserved it and instead pulled him in for another hug. “Thank you for everything you’ve done for me. I didn’t realize how much you’ve helped me until today.”

Dumo made a quiet sound and held him tighter. “It’s a gift to have you here.”

Logan squeezed his eyes shut as a wave of emotion rolled in his heart. “There is nowhere I would rather be,” he whispered. They stayed like that for a long moment, swaying slightly, before Dumo stepped back.

“Get some rest. We have early practice tomorrow.” He mussed Logan’s hair and gave him a nudge toward the stairs. “Bonne nuit, mon fils.”

Mon fils. Logan’s breath caught for a second and he smiled. “Bonne nuit.”

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Glimpses: Part 1 (Kathryn Hahn x Fem!Reader)

Part 2 // Part 3A // Part 3B  // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 // Part 11 // Part 12 // Part 13 // Part 14A // Part 14B // Part 15 // Part 16 // Part 17 // Part 18 // Part 19 // Part 20 // Part 21 // Part 22 // Part 23 // Part 24 // Part 25A // Part 25B // Part 26 // Part 27 // Part 28 // Part 29 // Part 30 // Part 31 // Part 32 // Part 33 // Part 34 // Part 35 // Part 36 // Finale

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Summary: Kathryn Hahn has a groupie. The groupie is you. That’s it. That’s the story.

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Hey everybody! I have next to no experience in writing fan fiction, let alone in YouPOV, but I guess here we are. I was asked to write this, so I thought I might as well give it a shot and share it with the world. I’m not sure where this story is going yet, but it will definitely going for at least a little while. Please note that I am well aware Kathryn has a husband and kids - in this scenario she just doesn’t, so please don’t come for me in the comments. If you guys like it, I’m willing to continue sharing.. so please let me know. :) Without further ado, let’s jump right in!

This is for you, G.

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Today’s the day! It’s been a while since you felt as nervous as you feel this morning while putting your make up on. It has to be perfect today. YOU have to be perfect today; for her. You throw on some tights and a short skirt and decide to combine that with a witchy, fall colored shirt. Right when you are about to leave your room, you grab your black blazer, the one with the golden seahorse brooch, from that armchair that you never clean. 

Laughing about yourself, you also grab your phone to check the time. A couple hours to go but you never quite know with traffic and all, so you decide to leave a little early, just to make sure. And to get a coffee on the way. Coffee was an essential part of your morning routine and you hated nothing more than not being able to get one when you need it. 

Swiping through your phone, you stop for a moment to appreciate your wallpaper before locking it again. Kathryn Hahn smiles at you from your screen and you can’t help yourself but to smile back at her. A goddess of a woman. How could you not? 

You’ve reached your car and decide to put on some music to calm your nerves. The ride to L.A. is rather short but somehow it feels endless today. You sight and turn the music down again to call your best friend. FaceTiming her always helps to calm your nerves when it feels like the whole world is just a little too much. Alexandra lives on the other side of the world so she’s always available when you need her to be during your day since her day is already over and she is mostly tugged in on her couch with her wife close by. 

She picks up the call as quickly as always and greets you with a beaming smile. “HONEY! What’s up?“ You smile nervously which puts a frown on her face.

“Did I miss something? Where are you going?“ She looks concerned. 

“L.A., Alex! I am going to see HER.“ 

Her eyes widen. “Ah, right! SURE! I totally forgot about that for a second… Well, you look GREAT, hot stuff! I’m sure you gonna turn some heads today“ You smile, already feeling better. 

The two of you continue talking for the rest of your drive until you have to let her go to be able to put the exact location into Google Maps to find a place to park. You don’t even know yourself what you hope to accomplish today. All you know is that you got a spot as an audience member for an award show, you don’t even know which one, but it’s not like you cared. 

All you care for is the fact that Kathryn Hahn is presenting one of the acts and will therefore attend the event as well. You’ve been a fan of her for a while now and Alexandra and you have spent hours and hours gushing about her, imagining what she would be like in real life. You never really thought this day would come and you’d actually be able to (maybe) talk to her but here you were and it was very much possible.

As you enter the event, it is busy, but not too busy, so you can choose a spot to stay in yourself and decide to get as close to one of the smaller stages as possible. There is a slight chance it would be the one she would be presenting on after all. Quickly after that, the crowd gets busier as the show’s beginning is near. People aren’t pushy, but you realize that there is no way for you to get out of your spot until the end of the event. That scares you but somehow you've got a feeling that you should stay exactly where you are. 

You don’t really care for anything that’s going on until security pushes past you and you realize that one of the presenters must be on their way to the stage. You’re not that tall and everyone around you seems to be a giant, so you can’t see the approaching person, which, knowing Kathryn isn’t tall herself, gives you extra hope. 

You reach for your phone to be able to capture the short appearance of whoever is approaching, but drop it in the process. Great, you roll your eyes and kneel down to pick your phone back up while you try not to rip open your tights. 

Security must have moved and, coming back up, someone suddenly takes a step back, prompting you to stumble. Falling in a crowd like that would be dangerous which is why, without looking up, you instinctively reach up and grab the first hand you can. You get caught in a firm grip and whoever is holding onto you now definitely saved you. 

You huff, finally get back up and find yourself face to face with the woman you have been longing for for so long. She smiles fondly and her smile reaches her crystal-clear blue eyes. She is absolutely stunning and for a moment you forget to breath. You forget the world around you. You forget she just helped you. For a moment you just exist with her. 

“Are you.. okay?“ Her soft, concerned voice kicks you out of your thoughts. 

“Yes! Yes ma’am. I am! Thank you for catching me. I would’ve fallen hard.“ You smile at her and the moment seems to be endless. 

“You’re welcome, honey. Anytime.“ She winks at you before finally making her way to the stage, leaving you speechless in the crowd.

The next few minutes consist of you staring at her perfect legs while all kinds of people rush around her to touch up her hair and make up. You just stand and watch her, your gaze occasionally meeting hers as she scans the crowd. She looks even more beautiful than you could’ve ever imagined. Her long, dark hair is neatly tugged back into a long, elegant ponytail and a white corset playfully hugs her figure in all the right places. She looks very elegant in her heels and dress pants and you can’t help but scan her appearance. 

Were you staring? Yes, absolutely. But respectfully, of course. Right as your gaze travels up to where her corset ends above her porcelain skin and you find yourself staring at her chest for a little too long, your eyes meet. You quickly look away and bite your lips in embarrassment but when you look back at her, her gaze is still on you and a small smile is playing around her lips. 

You’re not entirely sure about it, but it feels like she purposefully lets her eyes rest on you a little longer than on the other people in the crowd. The thought alone makes you just as nervous as you were in the car earlier today, if not more, and you’re thankful for the dangly necklace you put on today as your fingers entangle with the cold silver and keep you occupied. 

Suddenly, everything happens really fast as the assistants rush off the stage and Kathryn gets into position as the camera man yells last minute directions at her and you just take in the moment trying to remember as much as possible, as you realize that she would be gone in like a minute and you might never see her again. 

She is so professional and mesmerizes you with the way her whole behavior changes as her 10-second-countdown begins. She quickly presents a band who’s name you don’t catch because you’re occupied by her and the people around her, who clearly are here for the same reason you are - seeing her. The cameras are off and you can clearly see the stress falling off her shoulders as she looks around and actually acknowledges the crowd for the first time. 

She starts taking pictures with everyone and takes the time to actually look at the pictures to see if they need to be retaken or not. Finally she is standing in front of you again, but this time on stage, so you have to look up to her. As she glances down, she sees your widened pupils and shoots you a wide smile once again. You look at each other as she bites her lips. 

Just like for everyone else, she bends down to take a picture with you and lets her hand rest on your shoulder. Even though she is not touching your skin, you feel your body stiffen because being this close to her seems too good to be true. Someone in the crowd takes the picture for you as you appear to be too shaky and she asks you to see it to make sure the both of you are satisfied with the shot.

As you show her your phone, she takes it from out of your hand and brushes your fingers while doing so. She frowns and claims that a selfie taken by her would probably be best, so she opens the camera app and takes one before getting up to look at it. You stare at her in the process, unable to comprehend what was happening. 

After a moment, she hands the phone back to you as her fingers brush yours once again and her eyes flicker down to your lips before she raises an eyebrow. Your eyes widen as she smirks and winks at you before she gets up and leaves the stage.

You don’t know how long you were standing there unable to comprehend what had just happened. You are starstruck and it all seems too good to actually be true. While you stare at your phone screen and scan the pictures, you remember that Alex might still be awake and send them to her with a caption that probably tells her how over the moon excited you are. 

You fight your way back out of the crowd as you get an excited response from your best friend who is simply screaming at you through your screen. Not having any more reason to stay, you leave the event and jump on FaceTime as soon as you reach your car. Alex is still awake and ready to hear all about how you just met the woman you both adore. You don’t spare any details as her dark eyes widen in shock as the story continues going. 

“Y/N! I can’t believe this actually happened. What do you meeeeean she was all touchy-feely with you? That’s amazing! That will get you some good dreams, honey.“ She exclaims as you continue smiling to yourself, not paying attention to what she has to say as you are too wrapped up in your own thoughts. 

She continues on talking about how she wished she could've been there to experience all of it with you and how she is already browsing the internet for video footage of you and your favorite actress. You appreciate it and smile at her as a notification catches your eye. 

“Hold on, Alex, imma call you right back, I'm getting a call“, you say as you hang up to take the call from an unknown number. 

[recreancyrpg]

WELCOME TO RECREANCY, BEE!

You have been accepted for the role of GWENOG JONES!

Diplomacy had never been Gwen’s strongsuit. She was more of a wildfire than a peaceful hearth to study beside. She was able to blow off steam by means of Quidditch. But after the Death Eater attack, that outlet has been stolen from her. So fighting back against the people who stole flight from her… it drives her. But it also puts the blinders up, it makes her sole focused at times. She needs to be reminded every once in a while that life is to be lived, not charged through with one sole focus.

Please take a look at the new member checklist and send in your account within 24 hours!

OUT OF CHARACTER:

NAME & PRONOUNS: Bee (She/Her)

AGE: 24

TIMEZONE: EST

ACTIVITY LEVEL: I am on the dash at some point almost every day at some point because writing owns my entire soul and I am trash for rp and plotting. So I guess very active? Very active.

ANYTHING ELSE: BRING ON THE ANGST. Also I’ve been rping for I think somewhere in the realm of 8 or 9 years on tumblr? I’ve lost count. Most of those have been in RPGs, and here is a link to one character that I still write on and off even though the group has since closed just as like… proof of RPGing. Idk. Also I’m a Hufflepuff if I were in a Hogwarts house. 

CHARACTER DETAILS:

NAME: Gwenog Jones

AGE: 20

GENDER, PRONOUNS, and SEXUALITY: Cis Female, She/Her pronouns, Disaster Bisexual. 

BLOOD STATUS: Half-Blood

HOUSE ALUMNI: Ravenclaw

ANY CHANGES: N/A

CHARACTER BACKGROUND:

PERSONALITY:

Gwen is good at tracking down answers. She always has been like that. When she couldn’t get the answer from a person, she would turn to a book. When she couldn’t get the answer from a book, well then someone had better start talking otherwise they would be ENDLESSLY badgered until she got her answers. As a result, one of her greatest strengths is her tenacity. She is driven by that determination in all things — hence the reason Professor Slughorn had thought she would have been better placed in Slytherin. And while, yes, Gwen had ambitions to see Quidditch change, to see women flying and playing and leading teams, she is driven more by the knowledge of the game to be the best. To know everything about something means you can fully understand it. Thus making you the best in the field.

As she’s gotten older, she’s gotten wise enough to know that not all answers lie in books. Some answers lie in the doing of a task. Quidditch practices were used as a learning tool — what to do in xyz situation. She could spend hours meticulously picking apart a scenario in her head days after having actually experienced it with the sole purpose of figuring out what made it work. 

Gwenog’s greatest weakness might actually be her temper. It got her a detention or two when she was still in Hogwarts, and lost Ravenclaw a few points. But diplomacy had never been Gwen’s strongsuit. She was more of a wildfire than a peaceful hearth to study beside. She was able to blow off steam by means of Quidditch. But after the Death Eater attack, that outlet has been stolen from her. So fighting back against the people who stole flight from her… it drives her. But it also puts the blinders up, it makes her sole focused at times. She needs to be reminded every once in a while that life is to be lived, not charged through with one soul focus. 

BRIEF OVERVIEW OF FAMILY:

 Gwen had been very close with her father, Lewis, when she was little. He was the magical one in the family, and he told her stories of Hogwarts. He told her about flying — he even took her flying when she was only two. But when he passed away, it felt like he took magic with him. She would go on to learn about him through her mother and through the things he left behind. Eventually, she would learn about Quidditch from a box of his old things and find his beaters bat, and she would go to Hogwarts determined to follow in his footsteps.

Gwen ended up being raised by her mother, Efa. A strong woman, an incredibly well educated woman, a professor of physics, of science. She instilled that gift of learning in Gwenog, the need to research and understand the world around her. As such, Gwenog went to muggle school and primarily existed in the muggle world. As such, when she got to Hogwarts, she felt very at home with students who came from the muggle world. Her magical family was a bit of a mystery to her — not that Gwenog really minded. She had her mum, and that was enough. Her mother’s world of science was something that Gwenog used on a regular basis with flying and quidditch — if she could understand the physics of flying, then she would know how to use it to her advantage. She’s still close with her mother, though she has tried to put some distance between the two of them for her mother’s safety. 

OCCUPATION:

She got a job at Quality Quidditch Supplies on Diagon Alley — it drives her insane to be sitting that close to quidditch gear and not be able to play. But it pays… Hopefully, she’ll find a team that will let her coach, even given her age. 

LIVING SITUATION:

In some little apartment on Diagon Alley — teeny tiny, but affordable. She might have a roommate? But obviously, this would take some sort of plotting. 

ORDER OF THE PHOENIX:

Gwenog doesn’t necessarily have a specialty — once upon a time, she might have been able to fly things and people anywhere they needed. But now… Her specialty is dueling now. She’s good in a fight. But she’s probably feeling like she has to prove herself capable of being useful (which is, frankly, infuriating). Gwenog believes in the cause the Order is fighting for, but thinks they’re missing something. If they’ve been working as they have for so long and they’re still fighting the damn war, then clearly they’re doing something wrong. Yes, the Death Eaters are powerful, but so are they. If the Death Eaters are playing chess, then the Order has been playing checkers with a blindfold on this whole time. They need to start learning how to beat the bastards at their own game..

RELATIONSHIPS:

Gwenog has never been one to sit on what they think for politeness’ sake. She never hesitated when she was in Hogwarts, and she’d even cracked a few people with bludgers when her words were seemingly not enough. But if one has a friend in Gwenog Jones, then one has a friend who would literally take a bludger to the face for you. Those on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team knew that she treated her friends like her family. She wouldn’t hesitate to call them out when they were wrong, but she would also do whatever it took to help them when they needed it. But trust is something to be earned for Gwen. 

I will say that Gwenog has probably gotten a lot gruffer and closed off since the Quidditch Attack. So when she looks at people like Wila who seems to look at people as pawns within a chess match that she can win, when she sees people who do stupid things like James, she can’t always stop her opinions from coming out of her mouth. And friendships, as such, get to be complicated. 

I think Gwenog thinks James would have been better off had he simply thought with his Quidditch Brain rather than dumping his whole self and optimism into the Order. It was a stupid move. Sure, he’d been a good captain, but a good captain knows when to delegate, when to trust their players. I think she thinks that James lived in a world where he and his friends could be heroes, where they would win, and bad things wouldn’t happen to them. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the world they lived in. And now, Potter is starting to learn that lesson

Gwen respects Wila, her playing of the Chess match… but as much as she respects Wila, Gwenog cannot help but see a bad thing waiting to happen. She sees a bit of herself in Wila — Gwenog before the fall. When she was flying free, when she forgot that bad things happened to people sometimes, and sometimes there was no amount of planning or evading that could stop it. That sort of boldness could get someone killed. As such, any friendship that might have existed there has grown rather tense

And then, there’s Felicity. A Slytherin — pardon her — another Slytherin in the Order. Gwenog doesn’t know what to make of her. She’s clever, she’ll give her that. And one hell of a dueler. And she’s also a muggleborn — though why the hell someone would lie about their blood status was beyond Gwen. She isn’t sure she can trust Felicity yet, but whether or not Gwenog likes it, Felicity is now a part of the team. And Gwen looks after her team.

Outside of the connections listed, I feel like Gwenog would still be close to fellow Quidditch players, especially fellow Ravenclaws she had played with once upon a time. 

OOC EXPLORATION:

SHIPS/ANTI-SHIPS: 

I love a good ship just as much as the next person, but I usually just go with the chemistry. I think Gwenog encountering romance would be an interesting thing, given how she’s changed since the Quidditch Attack. She has fortress walls up, and to see someone pull those walls down? *chefs kiss* immaculate. 

INTERPERSONAL STRUGGLES:

I feel like Gwen definitely has problems with the people-ing thing. It’s a bit of a pain when you want to tell someone ‘hey, what you’re doing is dumb and is going to get you killed’ and they just get defensive about it. Yes! Sure. They’re at war. The ‘going to get you killed’ part comes with the territory. But Gwenog is in such a position that she is young, and while she isn’t as experienced as others, what she has experienced has shaped her so totally that she cannot easily change the lenses through which she views the world. Until the fact is proven to be untrue, she will hold to it. 

WHAT ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO?

I am not going to lie, my sister has not stopped talking about this group and how much she loves it. And one of the last groups I was in was just… ripe with drama but not the good kind. As such, I was a little hesitant to put an application in, but the more she talked about it the more I wanted to apply. And then I saw Gwenog… and oops, I’m here. I loved her a lot.

PLOT DROP IDEAS (OPTIONAL): My brain is absolute soup right now because I am BINGE WRITING this thing, bUT give me a few days and I am sure something will pop into my brain.

ANYTHING ELSE?: HEADCANONS AND A PINTEREST BOARD!

This might be silly, but I think Gwenog used her dad’s beater’s bat for Quidditch the entire time she played. Even for the Harpy’s. When she got hit with that curse, the bat got destroyed in the fallout. She still has the pieces though.

Gwenog has the most ridiculously large Maine Coon in the world, and she’s named him Slinky as he tends to act like one every time she picks him up. He will yowl until she gives him treats or holds him like the big baby he is.

If Gwen was in a relationship at all given the busy nature of Quidditch, I think that that relationship might have come to an abrupt end after the attack on the Quidditch game. She still cares about the person in question, but she was in too much pain, and she refused to be seen as anyone’s burden while she was still figuring out who she was without her life’s passion. If that relationship ever starts over again is really out of Gwenog’s hands- and frankly, with being involved in the Order, that’s just one more thing for her to worry about.

Gwenog isn’t sure what curse hit her during the attack. It all happened too fast. Whatever it was, it sent her flying off of her broom, already in pain, and toppling down, down, down... The mediwixes that saved her said she was lucky to be alive. She still has scars from where the curse hit her, as well as the marks from the fall that damn near broke her body. It was worse than any bludger that had ever hit her. Magic and potions could put things back together, but not perfectly. Not for that much damage.The worst of the damage was, ironically, not on her wand hand, but to the other side of her body. Her left arm still gets stiff from time to time, and she walks with a bit of a limp that she’s tried (and failed) to smooth out. 

PINTEREST BOARD 

Thank you for taking the time to read this! :)

[sly-merlin]

okey dokey! I'm gonna be a father!

Requesting pregnant reader scenarios, wanna see more of the guys’ duality balancing domesticity and impending fatherhood, and running the world, ya know 🙏🏾😎🤔😀 Just throwing the idea out there since you said we could. Y’know things like ‘I’m trying to leave to set up a meeting but her back is sore & she wants ice cream so one of u needs to suddenly be available. now’ & other things ig. I imagined Ty Kun, John Jae or Kun in as leader & probably hc or jaemin as the wife-sitters (lol)

Since you didn’t specify the unit,I did this with the few members from hyung line. This got so long that I ran out of ideas so let me know if you want me to write for some other members.  though j incorporated your ideas but i based it on the concept of them managing the treats in both hands. This is my first time doing reactions so leave some feedback if you wish! Have a nice day everybody.

(7 members) Ft. Taeil, johnny, taeyong, yuta, ten, jaehyun + kun

TAEIL 

"Let me message you back!" Taeil whispered into the phone and raised his body to observe your sleeping form. Your head was securely resting on his arm and he let out a relieved sigh as it was one of the few Lucky days when you were not thrashing around in your sleep. Day after day, you were getting uncomfortable with your heavy belly and all he could ever do was keep you company in your frustrations. He couldn't risk waking you up so he tried his best to complete the task in the painful position. He fidgeted with the phone for it was impossible to handle a 6 inch of metal device with one hand. Struggling with the grip for a few more seconds, he finally managed to send johnny a message regarding the inquiry.

Ask tae He has ab eztra key 2 my ofice.

Maybe he should turn his autocorrect on for situations like this!

Thinking his work was done, he locked the phone. just when he was about to put it on the nightstand on a blind guess, it vibrated again! 

John: He is out! You need to come asap.

He stopped to watch out for any movement from your side and when there was none, he shifted to his phone again.

Nt my pblm. 

He couldn't understand why johnny was being so persistent when everyone was under strict orders to not call him after 10 p.m unless someone was dying!

John: Jungwoo is in trouble with police. I need his fake ID!

Taeil’s scoffed a bit too loudly causing you to stir.  He paused in his actions only to continue when he noticed your even breathing. Weighing the options, he concluded that Jungwoo must have forgotten to pay for the food again or something like that otherwise if it was work related then johnny would have been screaming at his door and not through the phone.

Not his 1st time. dw too much. Jst send him some food so he wont cry like last tym.

He deserved that much punishment! With that he switched the device off and wrapped his arm around your waist, returning to the warmth he got to experience only at night times.

JOHNNY

You were on edge since the day you got yourself tested. You could blame it on the suddenly changing hormones or the never present johnny but one thing was sure that you were missing him more than ever. Johnny on the other hand, avoided going back home for the sole reason of finding himself incapable of taking care of you and his dangerous job. That’s why he had assigned hendery to be at your beck and call. He was a medic and since the other medical emergencies could be handled by xiaojun and renjun, hendery had no problem in spending some time with you. His company was full of funny stories of other members and silly jokes. Despite his endless efforts to distract you, the thought that your daughter’s father was missing the growth of his own child always remained at the back of your head. You couldn’t understand how all of a sudden his workload had increased so much that he barely had any time to even see your face let alone talk to you for a few minutes. But all your worries vanished the day he returned and sarcastically ordered hendery to show his donkey self out of his house to never come back again.

“I managed to prepone some important weapon deals”, he bowed gracefully to acknowledge his own achievements, making you chuckle at him, “and I’ve been rewarded with three months of holidays so I shall be spending these months making up for the lost time and creating new memories” he completed, kissing your forehead.

"I never said I need you 24/7. A few hours at most would do John" you said, knowing how his absence would affect the black neos. 

"Yeah. But then I realised what if my baby girl mistakes hendery for her father. Can't let that happen now yeah!" 

Masked under jokes, you were very well aware of the real reasons behind the toil he had subjected himself to! It was all for you and your baby girl and you knew he would do it again and again even if it meant the end of his life!

TAEYONG

 From sharp cold deadly glare to the dragon tattoo that adorned his neck and arms, fellow criminals had every reason to fear this man. His name, in the underworld, screamed  cursed royalty. But that was Lee taeyong, leader of black neos.

The taeyong standing right in front of you, struggling with multiple boxes of boards was anything but scary. Cladded in baby blue hoodie and black boxers, he was reading the manual, knocking down the structure again and again as he repeatedly found something missing from it. 

"Leave it tae. I can complete this later on. Come and eat now." You whined and suggested while taking bites from the creamy pasta he had prepared earlier. 

"what do you mean i can complete this later on. Do you find me incapable of making a crib?"

Yes you did!

But that was not the answer you could give when he was clearly trying his hardest. It was indeed baffling as to why the man who could assemble a weapon with his left hand was unable to join the pieces of a crib with both!

"No tae. You were out for three days so maybe you are just too tired to concentrate!" You explained in the politest way possible that clearly didn't reach him properly. He let out an audible gasp at what felt for him to be the accusatory tone.

"Eat your pasta and watch me complete this in half an hour! You'd regret saying that to me!"

Why was he the one with mood swings?

Just like other bubbling thoughts, you gulped down this one too and nodded enthusiastically, giving him a thumbs up as if you would never doubt his capabilities.

But you knew, he might have started the task but he was surely not going to be the one to complete it!

YUTA

“How about sakura?” hyuck suggested. Looks of disapproval were exchanged across the room and sound of mark hitting hyuck’s arm resonated in the living room.

“Cliche!” jaehyun laughed.

“Yes. We aren't naming our daughter sakura and that is final. She’s one of a kind and her name should also be!” you announced your arrival in the room and sat on the floor, making yourself comfortable between yuta’s legs. He wrapped his arms around your belly before leaning his neck to greet you with a sweet cheek kiss.

“Yes. What y/n wants, y/n gets. No sakura!” he held his one hand up in the air, forbidding any further discussion on the name.

"That's not fair!" Hyuck whined only to be dismissed by a wave from you.

"Just because it's not hyuck's choice doesn't mean that you have got right to choose by yourself. The baby is a part of this family so we get to decide what's best for her!" Ten exclaimed loudly getting everyone’s attention.

“How about ayaka?” kun suggested, entering the room with a trolley full of snacks. As the recommendations poured in, the snacks were passed to everyone. Days like these were rare and from the past two months, these rare days were spent daydreaming about the very first child in the black neos house.

“Akira? It’s quite universal you know.” mark joined in, reading the meaning of the name in different cultures and languages.

“Haru”

“No kai!” 

Somewhere in the conversation, yuta’s hands had travelled from your tummy to your sides. He knew the little brushes of his fingers had started to work on you as you swatted his hand away with yours. It only encouraged him and he tickled you on your sides more and more, getting the desired reaction. Your body being more sensitive and responsive than usual, you wiggled in his arms and squealed loudly enough to get everyone’s attention. Suddenly his hands stopped as he heard a whiny shout.

“Why are you bugging her?” hyuck hollered, “can’t you sit still for once? Let her breathe for a freaking second. You wanna tickle! Tickle me. Come tickle me but Don’t bother her!” 

You were aware of hyuck’s sudden outbursts of protection for you but this was truly something new! And you new tickles were not the reasoning behind his irritation. Sakura was!

“Le-let’s play a game”, kun interrupted before haechan’s frustration would land him into some trouble with the elder, “we’ll write all the suggestions into paper and whichever y/n chooses would be final. How does it sound?” 

Everyone hummed along to the idea. Looking over at Hyuck, you noticed a sudden glint in his eyes that spoke trouble. He was clearly planning something evil and until it was all fun and games, you had no trouble for his intentions.

“Since when did you get a bodyguard hmm?” yuta whispered, planting another wet kiss on your right cheek. 

“Yua.” you said.

“What?”

“We are naming her yua! When are you gonna tell them that i’ve already decided!” leaning backwards, you said in a hushed voice meant only for his ears.

“When they are tired enough to play any more games. Till then, let’s have fun. Look at hyuck, he’s surely gonna cheat and mark and renjun are going to strangle him.” yuta chuckled against your ear, making you laugh again. Life was good!

TEN

“Xiaojun! Xiaojun! Show yourself you good for nothing potato!” you winced at the volume of ten’s voice. Even though he was outside the room, his vocals were irritating. But you held your tongue from scolding him as he was the only one you could rely on at the moment. 

“Xia-

“Did bella bite you again? why are you shouting at-” xiaojun squinted at the wall clock and adjusted his glasses, “at 5:30a.m?”

“Half of the world is up you hibernating bear! y/n is craving ice-cream. You know better than to refuse her so go to her. Your service starts right now.” 

Xiaojun scoffed and remained glued to the stairs. Ten raised a brow questioning him but instead of answering him xiaojun came up with one of his own.

“And why aren’t you going?” 

“Switchblade prince is called so I gotta go. I don’t think you want her to wait!.”

Xiaojun groaned when ten shot him a wink and left the living room. Of course he had no trouble in tending to your demands which as a medic, he understood very well but ten’s cockiness wasn’t something he was ever ready to handle.

“y/n! What does our prince wanted to eat this early in the morning?” he smiled at you, plopping down on the edge of the bed.

“Apples and bananas.” 

“I meant what ice cream flavour do you want?”

“Ice cream? Who said ice cream? I want bananas.” you answered him, confused at his confusion!

It was only then that xiaojun realised that switchblade prince was never called in the first place. Ten had fled. Due to fruits! He was contemplating as to what extent he should be manipulating ten’s words while telling you about his betrayal when you spoke up.

“Umm. i guess we can eat mint chocolate as well. I’ll eat a banana chocolate sandwich first then we can both watch a movie and finish the ice cream. What do you say?”

Ok!  Maybe revenge could wait. Ice cream would be a priority here! 

JAEHYUN

If your husband was cocky, you were seriously too many steps ahead of him and it has taken only 10 days for jaemin to realise that you were just jae's cup of tea and no one else's, at least not as a 4 months pregnant woman. 

"Why are you sitting on the floor?" Jaehyun laughed at jaemin sprawled on the floor like a toddler. 

"Noona screamed at me" jaemin mumbled, hiding his face in his neck.

"Oh jaemin! Why did she do it? Were you teasing her again. You know that she doesn't take sarcasm too we-

"No. She threw up the food i made for her and that too thrice since yesterday. I got angry so i told her to eat up or else i won't be making anymore for her. She threw the pillow at me and ordered me to never talk to her again! I mean it's not like i was showing real anger! She's hungry since yesterday. If she won't eat up then she'd be sick. What did I do wrong! Now I made her favourite pasta and she won't open the door for me."

Jaehyun sighed and crouched down to jaemin's level. He knew your emotions weren't in your control anymore but jaemin wasn't wrong either. He was just doing what was right for you and unintentionally, you had ended up hurting the poor boy. Jaehyun patted jaemin's hair before he told him to inform taeyong about his possible absence from the upcoming meetings and activities.

"You can't do that." Jaemin said the obvious.

"Do you want her to eat or not!" Jaemin frantically nodded at him before running off to the main office.

Heating up the pasta, jaehyun made his way to your shared bedroom in black neos. 

"Baby open up it's me!" He knocked at the door and hearing his voice,you immediately opened it. 

"You are here!" You exclaimed, feeling beads of moisture in the corner of your eyes.

"Aww. Now is not the time to cry." He cooed, entering the room with the tray. Placing it on the coffee table, he turned around and hugged you just the way he missed you.

"I'm sorry for being occupied and only coming back at night. But I'm here for a few days so let's get you all happy like a seal!" He laughed, ruffling your hair.

"I-i yelled at jaemin for no reason." You confessed not being aware that he was already filled in by the younger boy. 

"You wanna apologize?" You nodded as he squished your cheeks in his hands and leaned in to kiss your pouty lips. 

"Later on! Now's the time for evening lunch and getting this food in your tummy without it backfiring!" 

You laughed at how smoothly he eased your worries. After eating properly, you apologised to jaemin which he accepted but not before crying like a little boy he was!

Bonus :

KUN

"Yangyang what the heck are you doing near y/n. I told you to keep your meaningless books away from her!" Kun felt like his blood pressure would shot up anytime soon.

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh really? What's the book that you are reading to her?"

"How to walk like a pro when you are only 2 months old! I want the baby to be high class like me."

Kun's hands found refuge in his hair as he groaned at the boy. Now he needed to read all the books that could possibly reverse yangyang's teachings.

"There is no such book available."

"Yeah that's why i wrote it by myself. Pulled an all nighter but when the baby would start walking at only 2 months of age, you'd thank me!"

[thed4rkhand]

So today we’re doing Yoongi’s chart and my analysis of it. Let me make it clear right off the bat, that since I’m not a professional astrologer, some things may not match up, further since we’re not super sure of his birth time, it’ll definitely affect the reading. What I can be sure of is that I’ll do my best and I’m completely open to constructive criticism from you all!

Now lets get on with some basic stuff, for those who have not yet read the post with Namjoon’s moon analysis, I’ll again reiterate some principles of Vedic astrology! In the scenario that you’re still confused with all this jargon, feel free to reach out and I’ll be more than happy to help you out.

Starting out, we have to note that while western astrology is usually more advisory in nature, Vedic astrology’s main purpose is to predict. Also, we usually go a sign back from western astrology (24’ back to be more precise) in Vedic astrology, so according to that for example, if you’re a libra rising, you become a virgo rising in Vedic astrology and so on and so forth. All planets will also shift back a sign, so a Capricorn Mercury will become a Sagittarius Mercury.

Now let’s be aware that the chart may be a bit different, but given the main d1 (Lagna) chart remains the same for about 2 hours, let’s focus on that and the moon chart (rashi chart) for this reading. We can also just look at d9 for strength but not house placements as that can be time sensitive. So, we can take a two hour margin of time discrepancy and still predict accurately.

For this reading, we have taken 9th March 1993 as the day and 7:30am as the time of birth, with the location set to Daegu.

OTHER THAN THIS, LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT ME TO DO A BIRTH TIME RECTIFICATION FOR YOONGI LATER ON SO WE CAN GET MORE ACCURATE PREDICTIONS.

Since this is a general chart analysis, we shall be covering topics briefly and discussing the moon, ascendant and sun. For an in depth reading, do pick a smaller and focussed topic as we can honestly keep going on and on about a chart.

THIS READING WILL BE DONE IN SEVERAL 4 PARTS, FOLLOWING THE ASCENDANT, MOON, SUN AND MISCELLANEOUS.

Lets get started then-

Right off the bat, we can see that Yoongi is born into Pisces, with his ascendant at 10’35’, within the Nakshatra of Uttarabhadprada, within the 3rd quadrant or pada. He has venus situated in the lagna itself, in Pisces, thus exalted. His lagna lord, Jupiter, is in the 7th house, conjuct with the Moon, in the sign of virgo, where jupiter gains the upper hand despite mercury (lord of virgo) being enemies. The lord is directly aspected by mars in the fourth house. The lord of the birth Nakshatra is Saturn here, which sits in the 12th house, conjunct sun and mercury (dispositer of the ascendant lord). Lastly, moon, jupiter and rahu aspect the lagna of this chart. Of course there is so so much more here, but we’ve got a whole chart to cover!

(p.s I can already see this is such a fun chart to read)

Getting on with the reading, we firstly see that he’s born under Pisces lagna, this makes the native calm and collected, as well as fond of philosophy and psychology. What we often forget is, people born under Pisces are said to have been born under all the other signs in their past life, and cumulatively they use their skills and knowledge from those lives in their current one. Remember how on Bon Voyage trips and just about every RunBts, saga seems like the ‘dad’ of the bunch? cooking, cleaning, fixing stuff Joon broke, producing music and the stuff? And all those times that he is so very understanding of other? He doesn’t scold Jungkook, let alone anyone else? These are typical Pisces traits. They’re very domestic and understanding by nature, because they’ve been there before in a past life, and enjoy taking care of people.

The downside to this? They can be extremely manipulative if they want to be, they know exactly what to say, when to say, to whom to say and so on. They have an alarming grip on people’s emotions, and have a magnetic quality to them. Further, this is mostly an observation, you’ll often notice that most pisces natives are fond of alcohol (could be because they exist in a water sign? Could be because its the natural 12th house ruler of addictions too?)

Coming to the Nakshatra here, we have UttaraBhadrapada, the second last Nakshatra of the series. This Nakshatra is ruled by Saturn, and the presiding deity being Ananta or Ahir Budhyana, the deep ocean serpent in hindu mythology. The deity Ananta represents boundless expansion, be it of fortune, goodwill or knowledge. Ahir Budhyana, is a sattvic (sacred or untainted) form of lord Shiv, and resides at he bottom of the ocean. He represents the liberation from illusions and attainment of spiritual enlightenment and knowledge. The natives of this Nakshatra here embody these qualities of their deities. We see them as philanthropic and reserved beings, who enjoy learning about a variety of subjects and spirituality. Such people are extremely progressive in their thinking patterns, and often a magnetic pull like the deep ocean serpent has.

They’re extremely controlled and calculating in their approach, and think more than speak. This by no means is to say that they don’t speak, because such people are great orators by nature. They stand up for the underdogs and have a unique approach to topics. They are extremely interested in occult and metaphysical practices and theories. They however commonly don’t obtain higher education or do well in fields of fine arts, even their primary education is not something they excel at. (i once read that yoongi really likes reading about a variety of subjects, and also Paulo Coelho, definitely his UttaraBhadrapada here)

The bad side to this Nakshatra? They’re very critical and over-analyze everything and everyone. Sometimes, even unconsciously, they manipulate people to suit their needs and whims. They get side tracked too often and have difficulty focussing on one task at hand, often amounting to laziness in other people’s eyes, even if the native is extremely hardworking in reality. However when in comes to personal care, they tend to do things in a very half-hearted manner. These people are also prone to isolating themselves from others, especially when things get hard. Due to the sign falling in pisces here, people also tend to have many different mental burdens and disorders, which arise from their constant scatter-brained self and inability to make out between the spiritual and real realms.

They can also be heavy drinkers and abuse substances in such a Nakshatra, or enjoy partaking in occult practices while under influences. They might’ve also faced a very rough childhood with such a Nakshatra, neglected and misunderstood by people around him. The natives could also have moved away from their parents during their early adulthood for education or job purposes. Such people can have health issues like hemorrhoids, stomach ailments and hernias. Usually they lead a stable period full of health and success in the latter part of life, say about after 48 years(since the south node Ketu matures as 48).

Since Suga’s Nakshatra falls into the third pada or quadrant, its ruled by libra here. Libra here focusses on balance and cooperation. Such people may make a living working with other people, or in industries related to entertainment. They may make great debaters, and think excessively about what other think of them as. They’re very conscious of other’s opinion, even if they don’t show it, so we often find such people wearing extremely covered up and baggy clothes for example, or keeping a low profile. They may have a very practical and unbiased approach to most things in life. Such people are intensely into spiritual practices and often times fully devote themselves at hours at a time to worship of gods, angel or other beings. They may be the type to attract people very easily, or even be the kind to fall in love extremely easily.

The second placement we come to, is Venus in the first house, in Pisces. Venus here is naturally exalted (most powerful). Sure ill give you the generic explanation in a bit but, do you know which type of people usually have this placement? Actual saints and famed occultists. Sure many people within the entertainment industry too, but this placement can hands down be one of the most spiritual and divine placements of Venus in the chart. First ill go ahead and give the normal meaning and effect, and then lets dive into the crazy stuff (istg his chart is so goooood). Such people usually have really magnetic personalities, and given Venus is in Uttarabhadrapa, these are the people who you don’t notice at first, but then its like a whirlpool of being invested in them, as opposed to being in Revati Nakshatra (another Piscean nakshatra) which would be a more dramatic pull, based off an extroverted personality. These people can be very good looking, more feminine looking, could definitely look like their mothers with this position. Brilliant luck in fields of arts and entertainment and also genius level of creativity and talent. Here, people can have brilliant luck too, like god’s hand on their head kind. Accumulation of wealth and property can also be seen here.

Now onto the really fun stuff. These people are actually rarely concerned with someone’s exterior, because often times such people have such good intuition and spiritual powers (some are literally called mystics because of this), they can literally see through someone. For this reason, they actually don’t like associating with too many people, despite having a very charming personality. These are the kind of people that keep searching for ‘the one’. These people often give up everything and go ahead and become priests. The calling to god with such a placement is very strong. They also don’t like collecting too many material possessions, as they feel its redundancy in this very changing world. These people hold the few people they’re close to, very very tightly to themselves. These people also may have a very low sexual drive actually, (i know, I know, how can a strong Venus do this?) because an exalted Venus is about devotion to god, to one person, and leaving sensory pleasures behind in life. A debilitated Venus on the other hand (eg. Jungkook has one) might make someone very invested in worldly matters. These people are happy with being alone and single for a long time, they’re very satisfied with their own company. Such placements can make someone practice magick or astral projection too. (Venus in 12th sign of liberation, liberation from physical body)

Given that in this chart, Venus is his 3rd and 8th lord, we can make further deductions. Firstly, since 3rd lord is going 11 houses away, its an extremely auspicious placement here. Self made person, making wealth through communication, can also have very witty and intelligent responses to things. Since the third house also represents courage and valor, this can make someone very fearless and say whats on their mind bluntly. Since the 3rd house is part of the Kama Trikon houses (houses of desire), this going into the 1st house, which is a part of the Dharma Trikon houses (houses of morality), gives interesting results here. Firstly, such people are fiercely independent, and hate to be disrupted when there pursuing their goals and working towards them. They hate to take help from anyone, and as a result are extremely competent. secondly, such people have a moral high ground, to which they religiously abide. They’re extremely righteous and stand up for those who wouldn’t be able to for themselves. Since from here, it aspects the 7th house of agreements, such people are great at understanding and signing contracts for work.

Now with the 8th house, we have a bit of a conundrum here honestly. It belongs to 2 types of houses, the moksha trikona houses (houses of salvation) as well as the Dushtana houses (evil houses). While this placement isn’t all that bad, it isn’t he best either. firstly though, this is a placement where the native always wins over their enemies (8th lord 6 houses away from itself), be it enemies as in people, or simply obstacles in their life. This also confers a long lifespan to people, given that his 8th lord is also exalted here. However such people are prone to accidents, given that the 1st house is the body, 8th house is sudden events and the natural 8th ruler mars is a karka or signifactor of vehicles. Such people are also against organized forms of religions, since the Dushtana lord is sitting in a dharma house. The native is also extremely private and secretive given the 1st house of self has the 8th lord of secrets sitting in it. Since it also aspects the 7th house of other people, this person has that aura of mystery about them because of this. Such people are deeply critical in nature but can have extreme wisdom in cases of hidden objects or matters of the occult.

Now coming to his aspects. His Venus is aspected by moon, Jupiter and Rahu. The first two are benefic in nature and the latter is malefic. Moon-Venus and Jupiter-Venus are also mutually aspecting each other in pairs here. Moon here gives Venus the property of being constantly cynical of themselves regards to what others may perceive them as, given moon is emotion and the 7th house here is other people. Their thoughts here are deeply influenced by other people, they may always keep serving other people too, through acts of service. This also makes someone who falls in love very easily, but it is important to engage this person’s mind in a relationship, they just cant do without an emotional bond here. Since Moon also represents fame in a chart, this makes a person very famous, as they receive attention from many people, and people want to analyze them, and enjoy their work and presence.

Jupiter here, makes the person level headed and practical. The person wouldn’t be all touchy feely with people they like, because they would like to remain more in control of the situation here. They’d rather engage in a full blown debate with someone, than hold hands. This also makes them very worldly and teacher like, while also being attracted to very worldly people themselves.

Rahu’s aspect on the other hand, makes someone stand out in a crowd (Rahu signifies an outcast), they may have a rough and cold exterior due to this. They may also have had issues with body image (1st house is self), or mental health here. These people are enamored by all things foreign, and love exploring the other cultures. They may have issues identifying with their own community at large, and may identify with the downtrodden of the society.

Now going to Jupiter and moon conjunction in the 7th house. I wont go very deep into this, as its a super interesting concept, and it’ll be better covered in the second part of the reading regarding the moon itself, so ill keep it short and related to the ascendant. Also the mutual aspect part will be explained in more detail in the miscellaneous section later. Plus this is getting far too long for even me now.

Getting on with the reading for now, moon and Jupiter here are in virgo, in a loose conjunction (one is at approximately 2’ and the other at 18’). This is actually one of the not very yogas (combinations)in a chart, about 15% of people have these. Its called the Gaj-Kesari yoga (the elephant and lion combination), because people with this are so extremely lucky, its like the kings of the jungle are together to support it. They have the wisdom of the elephant and the courage of a lion. This is a raj yoga (royal combination). a native born with Gaj-Kesari Yoga is intelligent, strong, and prosperous. Gaj or Elephant possesses immense strength and is devoid of pride and the Lion is known for his foresight and skillful intelligence as well as his strength, quickness, skillful leadership, ability and courage. Thus, when Gaj-Kesari Yoga is formed then that person is extremely successful. They will be a kind and philanthropic person, who will always have sympathy for others. They will be quite humble regarding work, would like to talk nicely to people and aim to attain spiritual progress in life. Many people will recognize them as their mentor or guide and will act according to their instructions or advice. They may have a tendency attracting people and people being magnetized by them. They will be blessed with abundant wealth and become the owner of movable and immovable property(cars as well as homes). They will establish relationships with rich and reputed people of the society and enjoy all kinds of material pleasures in life.

Since this occurs in virgo, it makes a person intelligent, sharp and gifts them with amazing memory power. Such a person is knowledgeable and can become the head of a large educational institution. He may own incomparable wealth and can earn a good name and money from business as well. Often such people earn a high reputation in the Stock Market and make progress in life by working in any financial institution or insurance sectors.

Here jupiter in particular makes someone extremely cynical in nature, and their mind is always, and I mean always, thinking about romantic relationships or platonic ones. However given that jupiter is also the 10th lord here, they could be extremely focused on work too. Their life is surrounded by contracts, and may work with others for a living(7th house is house of courts and partnership). They could be very interested in the financial sector here, they could be extremely money minded and money means stability to them. Moon here on the other hand makes the person very moody, and extremely dependent on their spouse or colleagues. Since it rules the fifth house here, it signifies that such people are extremely creative in their work, may work for children or young adults, have a lot of past life karma related to work, and also that they’re extremely devoted lovers. They tend to criticize their close friends and loved ones, just because they’re so cynical and blunt, and want the absolute best for people. They may hurt people’s feeling without realizing it sometimes. (this was very brief but refer to point 12)

Now coming to Saturn in 12th, as the lord of the birth nakshatra. Saturn over here signifies working in the fields of music, but given saturn represents electronics, it could mean a producer too. Since its in Aquarius here, a sign of dual lordship, this resents a constant up and down of mood and life spirit. The person with such a placement is confused with what truly makes them happy in life, the spiritual realm or the materialistic realm. They keep going up and down the path of being spiritual, till 36 years (saturn matters at 36). They may face a lot of mental disorders here. They may have trouble sleeping at night. Given saturn is also work, they may earn through foreign sources in life. Such a person invests money into properties (saturn is houses) and lacks liquid cash. The person may have a weak left eye (12th house is left eye). They may earn from multiple sources in life, and have multiple talents. Such people have low sex drives as saturn is a dry eunuch planet, and in the 12th house of bed pleasures, it may not allow native to enjoy it. They may not be interested in worldly pleasures with such placements.

Lastly (finally?), we have to discuss the looks! Pisces ascendents usually have the short to medium height, and tend to appear a little fuller even when they’re very scrawny. (its because jupiter is the largest planet). Uttarabhadrapada natives tend to have a very innocent look to them, a very calming nature and vibe. however, like the deep sea serpant, they have very deep and magnetic eyes, and a very expressive face (yoongi memes). They usually have a very beautiful smile, and can literally attract people with it (again the snake like quality). They tend to have a very blank look usually, and if you ever notice, they’ll have the most stunning eyelashes actually, given the yoni is the female cow. They might also have the habit of moving their mouth around when their thinking, quite like ruminating.

Given venus sits here, is gives the person very attractive, effeminate features. Think extremely renaissance type of soft features. It can give them very delicate hands and feet with such a placement. The moon aspect here, gives them a rounded face and pale skin. They might have sparkly eyes and a roundish appearance here, also the tendency to gain weight around their face, with short necks. They make also look much younger than their actual age.The jupiter aspect again makes the native very other worldly looking, almost like you can imagine them in a dark robe literally performing rituals. It gives people a calm and teacher type of vibe to them. The rahu aspect usually just blows qualities out of proportion. Have you seen how small and angelic suga looks compared to the other? (not saying they’re not angelic but still), thats the rahu aspect. Again, rahu aspects only get better with time.

So this was my analysis! If anyone has any questions or doubts, hit me up! Let me know if you enjoyed it!