#tumblr is gonna eat the res of this for breakfast

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heyy and welcome to tumblr, it's always nice to have a new sickfic writer.

and specifically i've been looking for someone to write bnd fics!! i have a request if you could write a snzfic for leehan where he is obviously coming down with something but he only realizes it while they're filming "What?Door!" content or maybe we can see it in this dorm vlogs, i'll leave it to you.

oh and for main caretaker i was thinking taesan like he's the first one to notice and takes care of him from afar but not making it obvious cuz leehan won't admit he's sick until it's really bad.

I know right!! It's so hard to find BND fics on here! I'm glad I could write one! I hope you like it!!

He Just Needs Some Extra Attention Sometimes

Leehan's pov:

Filming FunNextDoor was something I looked forward to, always. The first time we filmed it was filled with so many precious memories that I was beyond excited when our company told us we would be filming a season 2 of FunNextDoor. I expected all of my members to have a lot of fun and relax, away from the idol life for a while. What I hadn't expected was the pounding headache I woke up with on the day of filming. I guess it's just the endless hours of practice finally catching up to me. Going through my morning routine as quickly as I could, I made my way to our shared dorm kitchen. “Good morning, Donghyun-ah!” I looked up to see Sungho hyung and Jaehyun hyung in the kitchen. Sungho hyung appeared to be making something and Jeahyun hyung…looked like he was only there to bother Sungho. Chuckling at the sight, I took a seat at the table and pulled out some cereal. “You aren't gonna eat?” Sungho hyung asked. Always so considerate. “No, hyung. I'm not that hungry anyway.” Sungho frowned at me but didn’t say anything.

I ate my breakfast while the rest of the members slowly entered our kitchen. Jaehyun and Woonhak immediately started doing their own thing, their energy bouncing off of each other. Dongmin and Sanghyeok stood to the side, talking to each other. And even though I was always grateful for Jaehyun and Woonhak, their loud voices definitely weren't helping my headache. I sighed softly, rubbing my fingers against the bridge of my nose. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I looked up to see Dongmin handing me a painkiller. “You okay?” He asked me as I chugged a glass of water with the painkiller. “Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry.” Dongmin sighed but didn't say anything. Soon enough, we were walking to our company building with our staff, all ready for filming. And despite the excitement I had felt about the filming of FunNextDoor, my headache was making it difficult to enjoy the process. Along with the headache, my eyes were also getting slightly watery and my nose had started running as well. I blamed it on the cold weather but all these things together were definitely making my life difficult at the moment.

Taesan pov:

I had noticed Donghyun acting strange since the morning, actually. He looked way more distracted than usual. He also had absolutely no energy. I could see him wince at the members’ loud voices as they talked. I had offered him a painkiller to give him some relief but looking at him now, he definitely looks like he's catching a cold. Or already has one. His eyes are watery and slightly red, his nose looks itchy and he keeps breathing through his mouth. Knowing Donghyun, he was barely gonna acknowledge being sick as he's too busy in his own world which is what motivated me to take care of him, even if it was from afar. I couldn't just let him suffer on his own!

Soon we were boarding the bus that was gonna take us to our MT destination. I deliberately took a seat next to Donghyun to keep an eye on him. Thankfully, he didn't seem to mind. We sat in silence for a while until I heard a soft gasp from beside me. I turned to see Donghyun cupping his hands over his nose and mouth, eyes closing. “hh'ItChiHh!- hh'IkTShuHh!-” “Bless you.” I whispered to him and he nodded, the tips of his ears going red. I decided not to say anything yet and we continued to sit in silence, letting the members’ voices wash over us.

Leehan pov:

I knew Dongmin was probably worried about me after I sneezed in front of him but I'm glad he didn't make a big deal out of it. Once we arrived at our MT destination, all of us gathered in the living room to do stuff together. Even though I felt a little tired, I didn't want my members to worry about me so I made my way to the living room. I sat on the floor in front of the couch, letting my head roll back to rest on it, eyes closed. I felt a hand cars through my hair and I opened my eyes to see Dongmin, softly smiling down at me. “You look tired, Donghyun-ah. Do you wanna take a nap?” Barely registering the question, I nodded. Dongmin nodded as well before gently taking my hands and guiding me to our shared room. When I felt a burning sensation in my nose, however, I pulled my hands from his grip and turned away from him quickly. “hh'HktShuHh!-” Dongmin looked back at me, his eyes betraying his concern. “Bless you. Are you okay?” “Yeah, I'm fine.” I could tell he was still concerned despite my reply but he stayed silent. Dongmin guided me to my bed, whispering a soft rest well to me. I smiled at him in gratitude and soon enough, I fell asleep.

Taesan pov:

I was actually surprised at how quickly Donghyun fell asleep. And even though I already had my suspicions, I now knew for sure that he was sick. I didn't want to tell the hyungs yet because I knew that Donghyun himself didn't register his illness. Which is why I wanted to take care of him from afar until his condition got worse enough for him to acknowledge it and tell the hyungs. After quite a while, Donghyun finally woke up from his nap. He took a seat at the couch, hair messy from his nap. “You're up, Donghyun-ah! You slept for quite a while.” Jaehyun hyung commented, patting Donghyun's thigh. Donghyun smiled slightly at the attention. After a few minutes of sitting there, he rubbed at his nose, sniffling wetly. I quickly handed him a pack of tissues. He smiled at me gratefully before taking a few tissues out and softly blowing his nose. The pressure must've triggered a tickling sensation in his nose because he gasped soon after, his eyes closing. “hh’IkTShUhHh!- hh'HkTChiHhh!-” He rubbed the tissues against his nose again, groaning. “Bless you.” I said softly. He looked up at me with slightly teary eyes. “Thank you.” I scooted closer to him and ran a hand through his hair. “Care to admit you're sick now?” I asked teasingly and he nodded, blowing his nose again. Which caused his breath to start hitching again as well. “Hh'IkTChiHh!- hh'ItChiHh!-” I blessed him again as he rubbed his nose aggressively. “Sorry. You're right, I think I'm getting sick.” I laughed softly at the confession before guiding him gently back to his room. “You need to rest, Donghyun-ah. Get some sleep.” He stayed quiet but I knew that he agreed to the idea. As he entered his room, he turned back to me. “Thanks, Dongmin-ah.” I reached out and ruffled his hair. “No problem, Hyun-ah. Now get some sleep.” He smiled before entering his room. I stood at his doorway until he fell asleep and as I left his room, I smiled to myself. I guess he just needs some extra attention sometimes.

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OK so he just sent me a shared note of the entire thing. Tumblr is only letting up to chapter 3 get paste so that’s what we’re gonna get till November 7 (re-attempt at the previous post because this is better formatting then received from messages

Chapter 1: The First Day

As the sun peered through the window of 15-year-old Max

Craftsman's room, his eyes went from drowsy to wide and

awake, realizing that the first day at his new school was upon

him. Max did everything in his daily routine, brushing his teeth

and getting dressed, brimming with excitement. Afterwards he

ran down the stairs practically tripping over himself in his

radiant energy, meeting his parents at the bottom of the stairs

into the kitchen.

“Mom! Dad! Can you believe it? It is my first day at my new

school!

Max’s mom pats his head as he sits down.

“We know dear... you have been practically bouncing off the

walls with how excited you have been the past 2 weeks!”

“Aw you know I can’t help it mom...”

His Dad piped in.

“Relax kid, we know you have been excited about this we are

just wanting to make sure that you have a great first day that is

all.”

“Right, you are dear now eat your breakfast Max the bus will be

here soon.”

Max tears through his breakfast in his excitement powered

haste causing his mom to protest.

“Max honey chew slowly! The bus will not leave you out at the

stop if you do!”

“Sorry Mom just don’t want to be late!”

As soon as Max finished the bus came rolling down the street,

stopping at the end of the block.

“It’s here!!!”

Max threw on his backpack as he hugged his parents tightly.

“I love you both!”

“Have a good first day honey!”

Max raced out the door and B-lined it right to the bus stop and

hopped on, the bus was eerily silent everyone with their heads

down into their phones or headphones and if they were not,

they looked through the window blankly. Max paid no attention

to this as he took his seat, and the bus took off.

As it reached the school, and everyone got off and Max went

inside he realized it looked far different from what he expected.

The halls were flooded with teens covered head to toe in spiked

chains, bracelets, hats, etc. With endless chatter between them

as lockers were plastered with stickers and symbols of

rock/metal bands, gritty comic characters, skulls, and other

symbols Max did not understand. Posters for school events

seemed menacing in appearance despite the innocent activities

with the same logos that were covering the lockers. Every teen

had hair in a variety of shapes and sizes wither it was spiked,

straight, with bangs, without bangs, covering eyes or not the

styles seemed endless.

“Everyone here seems like they woke up on the wrong side of

the bed...” Max thought to himself.

Just then Max accidentally bumped into two students who

were going through their lockers. Both boys looked no older

than Max but looked completely different to him.

Both were dressed in black, the one on the left a t shirt with no

sleeves sporting a metal band album cover and the one on the

right a hoodie with skull and crossbones with glasses.

The one on the left had spiked bracelets tightly choking his

wrists and a spiked choker around his neck.

His hair was slightly messy and mostly pure black with only the

right side of it being a color with it being a crimson blood like

red perfectly going with his just as red eyes, burring with

annoyance as he pivoted to stare Max down.

The one on the right had a much cooler head than the other,

with matching much more straightened cool blue hair this time

on the opposite side and adjusted the glasses masking his

brown-colored eyes. The one in red had far more hostility

towards Max at first stomping towards him in his blind fury

causing Max to fall over.

“Hey, watch where you are going you little...”

Max apologized profusely before both boys noticed Max’s

appearance.

“Wait where’s all your accessories?” the boy on the left said

confused.

“Guess you forgot about all the new kids that come here then

huh?” said the boy on the right.

Max stood up after falling over and promptly introduced

himself.

“Oops! Where are my manners? I accidentally ran into you two

and forgot to introduce myself, my name is Max! What is

yours?

Both boys looked at each other noticing that Max obviously was

completely different from everyone else in both dressing and

personality and decided to roll with it.

The boy with red introduced himself first.

“The name’s Jason, my partner in crime here is Cody.”

Cody puts up a piece sign.

“Great! Nice to meet you both! But what is with everyone

here? They look so down in the dumps.

”

Cody shakes his head.

“Wow you really don’t know what it’s like here huh?” he

responded.

“Look Max this place isn't for the faint of heart and if you're not

careful it will devour you.” Jason added.

Max tilted his head in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“Look Max, whatever school you have been to in the past it is

not anything like here. Everyone here is not looking to make

friends if you can clearly tell.” Cody explained.

Max then looks back at the style less locker he stopped at.

“So, I'm guessing this locker is mine.” Max thought to himself.

Max started putting all his belongings inside the empty locker.

“How long have you two been here?”

“Since middle school around 6th or 7th grade to be exact.”

“Me and Cody have known each other since those days, when

you’ve been here for years like we have you learn your way

around this place.”

Suddenly an announcement came over the intercom.

“Attention all students class starts in 5 minutes.”

“Oh geez! I am going to be late for class!” Max panicked as he

took off to his classroom.

“You think he’ll be fine?”

“I mean if he doesn’t run into Drake and Lyle-” Jason stopped

himself mid-sentence with him and Cody realizing and going

after Max.

Max rounded the various hallways trying to find the classroom,

as he tried not to push and shove the other students out of the

way before getting stopped by two tall boys.

The boy on the was wearing a leather jacket alongside two ear

piercings and was wearing a skeleton face mask, the one on the

right had fingerless gloves with a blood-stained logo on them

both having midnight black hair and matching almost pitch-

black eyes.

“Hey Lyle, who would think that all the newbies got here

already?” said the boy on the left.

“I did. I told you this before school started Drake.” Lyle said.

“Irrelevant detail. Besides, we need get some “work” done

right friend? as both boys ominously hovered over Max.

Just as Jason and Cody caught up to where their classroom is

they noticed that no one was there.

“Where did they go?”

His question was answered when both heard muffled frantic

breathing from one of the lockers and immediately opened it

causing Max to fall out with intense panicked breathing.

“Max, are you ok? What happened?”

Max could not think straight at first trying to get his breathing

in check, hyperventilating before trying to explain happened.

“Take it easy Max. Deep breathes. Just take deep breaths. Then

explain what happened ok?”

Max took several deep breaths as his breathing slowed down

and explained the situation.

“These- two boys’- they put me inside the locker- hate small

spaces...”

“When I get my hands on those 2 pieces of...”

“Hey, take it easy Jason we need to make sure Max doesn't

have a heart attack; besides we’ll get them back for this

anyway.”

Max who has calmed down gets back up.

“Thanks guys but shouldn’t we get to class?”

The 3 boys went inside the packed classroom and sat with 3

empty desks in the front row.

The teacher walked into the classroom. He was wearing a

formal black tuxedo with a red bowtie and had his hands firmly

clamped behind his back.

“Morning class.”

“Good morning Mr. Orion.” The class said unenthusiastically.

That is when it hit Max it would be a long school year.

Chapter 2: Lunch Break

Mr. Orion circled the front of his desk.

“Ok class, listen up; we have a new student and I know that you

all have trouble with new student introductions but let’s try

being considerate this time?”

The class all sighed as Max got up from his desk and walked to

the front of the class.

“Hello everyone! My name is Max, I am new here and in 10th

grade.”

“Hello Max”

“Thank you, Max.

”

Max returned to his desk as Orion went back to the front of the

class.

“Now class listen up we have a lot to go over since summer

ended now let’s get started.”

After 2 hours of catching up the bell rang as everyone headed

out of the classroom to an early lunch.

“That class felt like it was going on forever...”

“Look on the bright side Jason, at least we eat earlier!”

“Too bad I'm not looking forward to what they SERVE there.”

The 3 boys headed into the packed cafeteria waiting in line.

While both Jason and Cody were either tapping their feet or

using their phone respectively, impatiently waiting to get in

front, Max patiently waited as he heard a voice behind him.

“Hey, are you 3 going to move anytime soon?”

Max turned around and saw who was speaking to him.

A girl no taller than Max with black hair with purple pigtail

highlights, small bangs only slightly masked her green eyes,

wore a subtle shade of eyeliner, and wearing a mid-riff shirt

sporting the design of a poster of R rated horror movie and

seemed much like everyone else at the school extremely

apathetic towards everyone.

Max stopped in his tracks and stared with a flushed and beat

red face his body shaking like a mild earthquake, as both Jason

and Cody turned around.

“Hey, look pal this line’s longer then my-.”

“Oh, it’s you Cindy.”

“Long time no see you two. I am surprised that you found

another friend, even if he is weird...”

Both boys noticed Max’s lovestruck expression towards Cindy.

“YO MAX!” Jason said loudly to get Max’s attention and get him

out of his trance.

“Oops! Sorry, I got distracted... The line is just taking way too

long... and I zoned out for a bit…”

And just then, the 4 of them reached the front, collected their

lunch, and went to different lunch tables.

“Um... guys? You ever feel butterflies in your stomach when

you see someone?”

“Wait are you implying that you like Cindy?”

“What? Uh... no. I mean. Yes. I mean. Uh...”

“Max, not to come off like a jerk by saying this, but don’t you

think she is WAY out your league?”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well, we just think that she is.

“How do I put this nicely...”

“She’s probably not into you dude.”

“But why wouldn’t she? I mean I am friendly, kind, patient...”

“And ALL that is what people in this school aren’t like.” Cody

said.

“Look Max it is ok if you like her, it is just that she might look

for other options.

” Jason added.

“What are you 3 talking about?” Cindy asked as she walked up

to the boys.

“OH HI. UM. Nothing Cindy. Just boys’ talking about you know...

Boy stuff...”

“Right... Well classes are going to start up again soon so try and

not be late this time all right?”

“Yeah... Yeah...”

All the while Max was still at a loss for words looking at Cindy,

almost struggling to make eye contact with her.

“See you around dorks.”

At this point Max buries his face on the table in

embarrassment.

“Yep, ok he likes her.”

Just then the bell rang signifying needing to head back to class

as the 3 headed back Jason notices something.

“Ugh not this thing again.”

“What is it?”

“Back to school Prom... the most worthless day of the year.”

“Why worthless? It seems fine to me.”

“Max that “prom” is HELL ON EARTH. It is never fun there, and

Drake and Lyle are at their absolute WORST during it as well.”

“Come on guys you could try and have some fun during it that’s

the point, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, right try and have fun when the resident bullies be

ruthless to you, and you can’t get a date from anyone in the

school.” Jason said irritated.

“You mean I don’t count?” Cody said in exaggerated disbelief.

“Of course, you count.”

The 3 keep discussing the prom as they head back to class.

“Alright class before our final class starts, I need all of your

attention at the moment and it’s about a certain upcoming

event.”

The class all sighed in annoyance knowing what was about to

be brought up.

“As hopefully all of you know, the back-to-school prom is in 2

days on Friday, and I hope to see all of you there. I know that

you hate doing so but at least try to find someone to take with

you before then and look your best as well.”

“And what happens if we don’t?”

“Let’s not worry about that right now Max.”

“Alright class let’s get started.”

Max could not concentrate, his mind was racing thinking about

how Orion worded it thinking to himself, (“What would happen

if I did not get a date? Would something bad happen? Would I

fail the class?”) Max tried to keep the thoughts out of his mind

as he tried to focus on the class.

The final bell rang signaling that the buses had arrived.

Chapter 3: Prom Preparations

“Goodbye guys, see you tomorrow!”

The bus dropped Max off back home, and he went inside.

“Welcome home honey! How was your first day?

“It was great! Albeit a little different than what I was

expecting…”

“Well, hey everyone’s first day is going to be different.”

“Did you make any friends?”

“Yeah, only two so far though…”

“It’s ok dear besides it’s your first day.”

“Did you meet any girls you liked?”

Max was immediately flustered and became defensive.

“What! Uh… no. Erm… maybe…”

“Darling come on! He just got back from his first day!”

“Hey, I’m just saying the boy is in high school he’s going to

catch feelings for of them eventually I just want to get him to

lift a weight off his shoulders.”

“Pay no attention to him dear, it’s fine.”

“Oh, and before I forget your teacher called us earlier about a

back-to-school prom so we should start getting you ready since

it’s at the end of the week.”

At this point Max’s heart is moving at a billion miles per hour

trying to think straight.

“Now get your stuff ready honey we’ll be leaving soon to get

everything.”

Meanwhile at Jason’s house.

“Jason, I need your help with something.”

Jason was listening to metal music in his headphones in his

room with metal band hip hop group posters everywhere with

a cd player on his desk before she called and went downstairs

in annoyance.

“Yes mom…”

“I need you to help your father get to the other end of the shelf

while I’m out getting your stuff for prom, ok?”

“Ok mom.”

“Good love you honey.”

“Love you too.”

Jason’s mom heads out the door he turns to get a small urn and

takes it over to a small shelf above a fireplace.

Jason then went back upstairs and investigated his parent's

room sighing staring at the box full of vinyl records of old music

labeled as “Ryan.”

He heads back into his room, opens, and exits through the

window to try and clear his head.

Meanwhile at Cody’s house.

Cody’s room had movie and video games posters covering the

walls. His tv was hooked up to a game system with a certain X

shaped logo on the front and controller. The tv brightly shined

of an open field environment covered with aliens of various

shapes and sizes playing as a green armored soldier mowing

them down.

Cody while trying to focus on his game he hears a knock on the

door.

“Cody dear you in there?”

“Yes, grandma I’m here.”

His grandma walks in.

“I heard there’s an event happening at your school soon you

want to go out and get the thing you need for it?”

“No grandma it’s fine I’m not in a shopping mood today…”

“Look Cody I understand that you are not taking the whole

“parents leaving you with me thing well…”

“They abandoned me is the word you’re looking for.”

“Regardless, I know your still mad about that but understand

that I’m still here for you and if you ever want to talk to me

then you just have to ask.”

Cody sighs as he un pauses his game and gets back into play.

Back with Max, him, and his parents, they reached the store.

“Ok which suit do you want Max?”

Max scanned the various tuxedos and tried to find the correct

one for him.

“I like the one with the yellow bowtie.”

Back at Cody’s house he hears his window open and turns to

see who it is startled.

“Jeez dude give me a heads-up next time you want to sneak in.”

Jason climbed inside.

“Hey, look my mom is going to be gone for a while I just

thought you would need some company since your grandma

just left.”

Jason looks over to the console.

“Now are you going to pass me a controller or what?”

“Knock yourself out.”

Jason sits next to Cody as they both play.

“Hey Jason, I got a question for you.”

“Go for it.”

“Do you think Max will be fine during the prom? Like as in he

will find someone for it?”

“Maybe. Why do ask?”

“Because nearly everyone in that school all act like pricks and I

don’t want Max to end up asking one of them you know.”

“Bro most people at the school don’t care about the prom.”

“Max does and I don’t want it to be ruined for him even If we

don’t care let’s at least let him have this alright.”

“Ok I guess… but like who would he even ask to go to it?”

“I mean he likes Cindy so maybe he can ask her?”

“You do remember I said that she’s probably way out his

league, right?”

“That’s not the point man I’m saying since it’s his first year here

I feel he should at least have a date for prom this year you

know?”

“I guess… but he’s going to have to ask her first though.”

Back with Max he returned home from the store with his

parents, he walked up to his parents' room to see his mom

sitting on the edge of the bed watching a game show on the tv

preparing to ask her a question.

“Hey mom can I ask you something?”

“Yes Max?”

“You know how I said that there wasn’t a girl in the school I

liked…”

“Let me guess there’s one you like?”

“Ye- Yes…”

“It is okay Max just tell her how you feel about her after you get

to know her of course. Plus, you need a date for the prom,

right?”

“I know it’s optional but I’m nervous to ask anyone…”

“Hey, your father was just as nervous when asking me to be his

date so try and get across your feelings naturally.”

“Ok. Thanks mom!”

Over at Cindy’s house.

Cindy sat in her room typing away on her phone. Her room was

covered in posters of rock and R&B artists. Various photos of

her with other boys and her parents had a large X over them in

red pen ink, with only one picture without an X on it. It was a

photo of Cindy and her brother.

Cindy then heard a knock at her door.

“What do you want Luis?”

“Just wanted to check in on you since I just got back from work

open the door.”

Cindy sighed as she got up and opened the door.

“You’ve got that look again, what’s bothering you, Cindy?”

“Nothing.”

“That is a sign that something IS bothering you. Is this about

that prom at school?”

“How’d you guess?”

“I’m lucky.”

“Look I already got the dress you already know how fast I work

when it comes to upcoming events.”

Cindy opened her closet door showing a black dress with purple

highlights on it.

“You are still using that sewing machine in the basement I see.

Well do you have anybody to take to the prom?”

“Don’t be stupid of course not why would I? It is pointless

anyway.”

“Hey, I am just trying to look out for you ever since we… “left”

Mom and Dad, I have been working overtime at work more

often to try and provide for both of us I know things are rough

right now I just want you to have some form a joy.”

“I already was so just start going back to whatever you were

going to do.”

“Fine… just remember you need to get the recycling bin from

the basement, ok?”

“Yeah yeah…”

Luis closed the door and left. Cindy sighed as she plopped down

on her bed, in which she let her mind wander for a while, trying

to take her mind off everything her brother said.

“That prom is so dumb even if I wanted to go with someone

although I’m still wondering about that new kid sitting next to

Jason and Cody, I never got his name though…I'll get it

tomorrow when I ask him.” Cindy thought to herself.

[wynnyfryd]

Re your rb comments on aidaronan's fic data post, wanted to say that you are a household name for me. I told my gf about our "wake up TPAU, eat lunch TPAU, go to bed TPAU" "second breakfast TPAU" "apple" exchange (bc she loves LOTR) and we now use this for everything all the time. Maybe I'm out of touch but idc how often someone posts, there's stories I've followed actively for months and years that have been so meaningful to me. This is all literally voluntary and for fun, and I'm so happy to think of you as one of my tumblr pals ❤️ so proud of you and in awe of your brain!

LMAO i love that, i was cracking myself up taking those screenshots that day. delighted to be mutual fandom dinguses with you 🍎🥂

also thank you so muuuuch, that’s very kind of you and i’m accepting your compliment gracefully and normally and not at all like a blubbering little baby

(also also i’m gonna do a big writing day tomorrow so there will be more trailer park au either tomorrow afternoon or tuesday morning at the latest. i’m saying it publicly so now it has to be true)

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Title: "The Rain Before The Rainbow"

Chapter 2/7: "You Should've Raised A Baby Girl, I Could Have Been A Better Son"

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This fic was originally written around late 2019-early 2020 ish, but was abandoned for reasons and now I'm gonna re-write it to but I have a no-delete rule so I'm posting all the original drafts here for anyone who still wants to see them. "But Virus these are terribly written" you may say and, yeah I know, this story was one of the first things I had written after a 5-6 year writing hiatus... But here they are terrible Grammer and all!

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy (Tv & Comics)

Relationship(s): Five | The Boy & Everyone

Character(s): Five | The Boy, Klaus Hargreeves, Diego Hargreeves, Allison Hargreeves, Vanya | Viktor Hargreeves, OC - Ymir Cyprus

Important Tag(s): Alternative Universe - No Sparrow Academy, Comic Book Elements, Time Traveling, Five-Centric

Rating: Teen and Up

Warning(s): Major Character Death, Cannon Character Death

Word Count: 2,904/41,006

The Hargreeves return from 1963 and find they have averted the initial Apocalypse. The siblings return to life as it once was but now together and not expecting impending doom. Five begins to adjust to life with his siblings how it used to be but knows something is missing. By something, he means someone. What happens when Five decides to jump back in time and try to save Ben. Is he successful? Or will he face the consequences of his actions?

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Five(POV)

Five frantically started writing out all the formulas he needed to go back a couple years and to a specific date.By a couple years He meant 13, back to when his siblings were 16.

Five looked through the old newspapers from the library where their father had kept every newspaper with them in the headlines.

He went through them by year till he found all the ones under 2006. Five took a deep breath before flipping through the individual papers.

He landed on the one that he needed,the one with the headline reading.

The Horrors death

Five grabbed the paper and blinked back towards his room and scribbled the date down on his wall.

He kept at it till the sun started to set in the sky. Five didn't notice the day whizzing by nor did he care.

Knock!

Knock!

"Yoo hoo Fivey Dinner is ready"

'Dinner?'

'Didn't they just eat breakfast?'

'What happened to lunch?'

Five glanced back at his clock that read 6:35 pm.

'Oh'

"Tell Diego I'll be down there in a minute Klaus,"Five yelled through his door.

"You know Di is gonna murder me if you don't come down for Dinner, Baby Cinco ."Klaus said to Five still with his door closed.

Five starred at his wall, he had most of the equation worked out but one thing he didn't know was the details of Ben's death. What people were around? Who were they fighting? What was so important about this mission they had to go?

Only the remaining other 5 siblings knew and Five knew he had to ask them and soon or else finding the right equation wouldn't mean anything.

Five huffed and got down off of his bed and opened his door with Klaus who was leaning on it tumbled into his room.

"AGAIN not a Baby"

Five was about to blink downstairs then realized he should start saving his energy if he's gonna make a big jump.

Instead Five walked past Klaus, down the staircase to the dining room.

"Wow you actually walked down here for once,"Diego commented while placing a plate in front of him.

Klaus followed shortly after Five and plopped down in his chair," See told you he didn't die Allison."

Five looked over at Allison with a questioning look.

"I knocked on your door for lunch and you never responded,and I did NOT think he died Klaus" Allison said to Five then redirected her glance over to Klaus who sunk down in his chair.

"You acted like it," Klaus muttered.

They both continued to argue with each other while Vanya just laughed at the two.

Five rolled his eyes and continued eating his food.

"Where did you get these scratches from Five?" Diego ran his thumb over a small spot on Five's cheek.

He also grabbed Fives hand that was laying in his lap and turned it over where his palm was scratched slightly.

Five looked at his other Hand which had the same small, light scratches and caught sight of his knees which also were the same.

'Shoot'

'The tree'

In that quick second that Five began to fall he must have scratched himself on the other branches on the way down before Klaus was able to stop him from falling.

"....uhhh,"He looked over at Klaus whom he and Allison had stopped arguing ,over hearing his and Diego's conversation. Klaus turned his head and looked the other way.

'Traitor!'

Allison cleared her throat,"Five fell out of a tree this morning"

'Annnnd there it was'

Diego turned back to him,"A tree?"

Allison laughed at Diego's reaction,"Ask Klaus he knows."

They all looked towards where Klaus had been sitting and found him at the farthest end of the table.

"What me? I'm just, Number 4, you know the one who doesn't know anything."

Five glared at Klaus,He was not gonna be the one to take all the blame for this.

Five picked up his fork and stabbed what was on his plate,"Klaus was the one who dropped me from the tree." He said, bringing what he had on his fork to his mouth.

Everyone looked at Five then back towards Klaus,"Klaus!" They all said to The Seánce.

"What but that's-.....uh…..Fivvvvveeeee"Klaus whined, for both him and Klaus knew what he said was a lie.

"I said don't do anything stupid and you go and drop our brother out of a tree Klaus." Diego started to scold Number 4.

Five took a sip of his water and glanced at Klaus pouting while Diego was lecturing him.

For the first time since he left them when they were 13, Five started to laugh at his siblings, bringing a serviette to his mouth so he wouldn't spit out his water.

They all looked back towards Five

Klaus stood up from his chair,"See he's lying!"He said, trying to make a point to his siblings, His hands spastically making gestures towards the younger.

Five laughed more at Klaus' outburst which made his siblings smile at seeing him laugh.

They all dropped the topic of Five falling out of the tree( still not sure who did what ) and continued to chat while they all ate their dinner.

Five remained quiet for the rest of the time,listening to Vanya about her rehearsal and how she had a solo recital coming up, Allison about an upcoming shoot she had, and Diego and the new case he was assigned to.

Till he remembered

He has to know the details of Ben's death

Five waited till everyone was done and cleared his throat to get everyone's attention.

"I wanted to ask you guys something,"Everyone looked towards Five with questioning looks while he looked down at his plate and shuffled a piece of food around it.

Everything stopped what they were doing as they saw the look on Five's face. Allison dropped her conversation with Luther, Diego leaned against the counter as he stopped clearing the dishes, Vanya's smile fell,and Klaus stopped messing around and bothering Diego.

Five felt everyone's eyes drilled into him but, They all stayed silent and let Five talk, not interrupting him.

"....…I-I want to know the full story"

Five grimaced at himself 'why did he stutter?'

Five took a deep breath

'here goes nothing'

"Of what happened the day Ben died"

"............."

Five felt like the silence between his siblings lasted years till one of them spoke up.

Allison stood up and started helping Diego clear the dishes,"We told you what happened Five and you also read what happened from Vanya's book."

Her voice was calm, not sincere, not sad, not angry, just…..calm

"But not everything," Five heard his voice get louder, he was always the only sibling that didn't know what completely happened to Ben.

"Five," It was Vanya with her soft nice voice who said his name.

She looked like she wanted to cry at the mention of their deceased brother.

He looked up from his plate and at the rest of his siblings all wearing different expressions.

Klaus' much like Vanya's, Diego and Allison looked calm and collected, while Luther looked like he wanted to punch the latter.

"Bud, you've asked us all on separate occasions about that day and we've told you all we can"

'bud' they all have been calling him that since he returned and Five didn't mind the nickname from his siblings, but right now it frustrated him.

"Can tell me or Want to tell me?" Five snapped at Diego.

Diego still remained calm and Five dropped his head again, he instantly regretted what he did.

Klaus opened his mouth to talk but was quickly interrupted by Luther.

"It's none of your business Five,"Luther told Five, more angrier than the others had been talking to him.

'None of his business?!'

Five snapped his head in Luther's direction,"was I talking to you Number One?" He had both hands placed firmly on the table, and His words had his normal attitude and bite to them.

"You did address everyone Number Five," Him and Luther were obviously getting heated with each other much like how Diego and Luther got.

Five stood up from his chair at this moment and so did Luther.

"Stop it Luther," It was Allison, her tone serious,with Diego still leaning on the counter behind her glaring at Luther.

Five had been biting his tongue the whole time when he couldn't take it anymore.

"Maybe I was addressing everyone who isn't to blame for Ben's death," Five knew it was a low blow, and didn't know if anyone had ever known if Five knew who they all blamed.

Vanya sat up from her chair and quickly walked out of the kitchen. Allison quickly followed behind, chasing after Vanya.She turned around before exiting the kitchen.

"You just had to ruin dinner didn't you?" Five didn't know if her words were directed towards him or at Luther,but either way...they hurt.

Luther went after Allison, and that left the 3 other brothers alone in the kitchen.

Five sat back down in his seat and swallowed the lump that was forming in his throat, staring at his hands that he was wringing together.

After a couple of seconds they heard the two sisters arguing and the front door being open then slam shut.

Five winced because he knew him bringing up the topic would have caused all this, yet he still opened his mouth.

One of the wooden chairs creaked as Klaus stood up, more slowly and calmly than the others who had already left the room.

He walked over to Five and laid a hand on his shoulder.

" I'm sorry Five"

Five didn't realize how much he would miss the stupid nicknames from Klaus till he didn't hear them.

'Why was Klaus apologizing'?

Five wanted to tell Klaus he's sorry and not to apologize, but he didn't dare open his mouth...not right now.

Five felt Klaus' hand fall off his shoulder and then the latter exited the kitchen, they could hear Klaus' bare feet against the tile as his footsteps got more and more distant.

Diego was the only one left alone with Five in the kitchen. He's still leaned against the counter which so happens to be in front of where Five is sitting.

"F-five," He hears Diego take a deep breath and runs his hand over his face.

Five wanted to mentally and physically smack himself, He hasn't heard Diego stutter in a while, the last time was when they were back in the 60's. He knows it only happens when he's upset nowadays.

Diego stayed quiet not saying anything to him. Five hated it, he hated the silence especially from Diego.

As much as Five liked to joke around about Diego being a pushover, Diego was just a protective big brother to them all. Making sure Vanya got to and from every rehearsal safely, helping Klaus through every withdrawal and nightmare, and carting around Five at whatever hours of the night to make sure he wasn't out alone or always making him tell Diego where he was so he didn't have a heart attack.

Diego was a constant in all their life's and kept them all in one piece.

Five looked up at Diego who had an expression he couldn't even describe.

"Di…?"

Five hardly if ever used their childhood nicknames for his siblings,unlike Klaus who always had a new nickname for every single one of the siblings, every day of the week.

Diego got off the counter and walked over to where Five was still sitting. He bent down in front of the younger and put his hand on Five's cheek, softly stroking it with his thumb.

Five slightly flinched at the contact he didn't indicate.

" What's wrong Five?"

Five wanted to tell him everything, He wanted to tell him how much he missed Ben, He wanted to break down and let Diego hug him, He wanted to feel warmth from another person's touch.

He wanted to accept the comfort.

But not right now

Five opened his mouth but never said anything and instead closed it and let his head drop down from his brother's gaze.

He felt Diego's hands fall to his Knees and rub circles as his older brother began to talk.

" Why don't you go upstairs and get some rest then we can all talk tomorrow." Five almost felt like this was a punishment of some kind, for him to wallow in every wrong in how he's treated his siblings, that has occured within the past few minutes.

Five nodded his head, still not daring to talk and began walking out of the kitchen towards his room.

Five was passing by the others rooms,when Klaus came out of his with his fur coat and leather boots on. Five knew he was gonna go out to score some type of drug, he had been clean nearly 2 weeks Five really didn't want him to ruin that. He watched as Klaus ran down the stairs and headed towards the front door.

'Why didn't he stop him? '

Five quickly turned away and walked as fast as he could till he hit his room. He shut his door behind him, palms flat on the wood as he took a deep breath. He put his back on the door before sliding down to the floor, hands tugging at his brown locks.

Five sighed, Dinner was a disaster. They had all finally been getting along and he had to just go ruin it all. Five let his head fall back against the door and thought about everything that just happened.

Fuck!

He knew Ben's death was hard to talk about for everybody, much less in detail about everything that happened that day.

He glanced around his room looking at all the things he never got rid of since his ACTUAL 13 year old self owned this room. The toys piled up on top of his dresser in a wooden toy box, the toy tractor on his window seal, his baby blue walls, and his light blue fluffy blanket that had designs on it still laid at the foot of his bed.

He glanced back at his wall where the info oshed equation was scrawled down. If he is just able to get Ben back, maybe everything will be better.

Five pushed himself off the floor and grabbed the almost finished stick of chalk and jumped back on top of his bed.He slightly bounced and almost lost his balance.

'no wonder Klaus was always jumping on his bed as a kid'

Five shook his head, Not the time. He needed to focus on what he was doing.

He would just have to figure this out by himself, like when he was in the apocalypse.Five was gonna keep at it till he got the right equation.

Some time passed and He stopped for a minute as he heard arguing downstairs between who knows. Someone's footsteps followed as the argument stopped, they grew louder with each step.

There was a light knock on his door as he was trying to figure out the last two numbers to his equation.

"Five, are you still up It's pretty late." It was Allison, she probably had been the one arguing with one of his brother's downstairs.

He looked at his clock

11:31 pm

He had been losing track of time all day working on this. He marked the number he got down, One more to go.

" Five?"

He still felt like he couldn't talk to his siblings at this moment. He scrambled down to his knees on the bed and reached over to switch his lamp off.

It took a couple of seconds till he could hear her slowly walking away from his room.

Five waited till the footsteps got farther and farther, till he could no longer hear them.

He switched back on his lamp so he could see what he was writing. He stood back up and marked the last number down then looked over the entire equation.

'something didn't seem right?'

Knock!

Knock!

"Five, honey it's way past your bedtime," Ugh Mom.

Five jumped off his bed and opened his door a crack so he could peek out. He looked around and made sure none of his siblings were around before talking to Grace.

"Sorry Mom, just wrapping something up I'll be in bed by midnight." He gave her a half smile hoping she would believe him.

She smiled back at him," alright dear just make sure to change out of your uniform to your pyjamas."

She still treated them all like her children even after all these years. Five nodded his head and softly closed his door back up.

He grabbed his notebook and wrote down the equation before shoving it in his pocket.

This was gonna have to do

Five went over and locked his door knowing it would buy him more time in the morning before his siblings realized he was gone.

Five slipped on his shoes, grabbed his blazer that was hanging on the end of his bed and shrugged it on.

He wished Dolores was with him right now.

He stood up in the middle of his room and his fist began to glow.

Here. Goes. Nothing.

[powerin]

it’s… so warm…

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sakasaki natsume in episode 02

[saltyhyunjae]

CHAPTER FOUR: YOU’RE NOT AN EASY MISSION

genre/warnings: angst, fluff, slow burn, enemies to lovers (?), kidnapping, criminal!tbz, mentions of guns & knives, suicide and depression mention, a bit of abuse, sangyeon is lowkey very mean in this chapter.

word count: 2.2k

summary: y/n really goes through it.

chapter three

“Finally.” You look behind Hyunjae to see Sangyeon, Juyeon, Changmin and Eric walking towards you, Sangyeon looking like he is about to kill you. You’re dead. He grabs your wrist and rips you out of Hyunjae’s grip. He drags you all the way to the house, never loosening his grip. When you guys step inside, the rest is already there waiting in the living room.

Sangyeon let’s go of you and you touch your wrist that has turned red. He turns around and before anyone even gets to speak, you feel the palm of his hand across your cheek. He hit you. You hear some of the boys gasp as you start tearing up, your cheek burning. You’re done for.

“HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT! WE SHOULD’VE KILLED YOU WHEN WE FIRST SAW YOU, BUT NO WE GAVE YOU A NICE ROOM AND WERE NOTHING BUT SWEET TO YOU. AND THIS YOUR REWARD?!” He yells as everyone just stares at the two of you.

“YOU WERE JUST GONNA REPORT US HUH? YOU WERE JUST PRETENDING TO CARE FOR US SO YOU COULD JUST BETRAY US WHEN WE LEAST EXPECTED IT, RIGHT?” His hand lifts up again and you flinch expecting another slap, but it never comes. You open your eyes to Hyunjae grabbing Sangyeon’s wrist, stopping him from slapping you. “Enough.”

Sangyeon takes a deep breath finally coming to his senses. He didn’t want to hit you, but as soon as they finally found you, he saw red. “Changmin, Eric, take her to the storage room.” He orders before walking away

When you enter the storage room, they close the door behind you. Jacob told you once before about how the storage room is the only room with a lock or cameras in the house. You sit down on the floor and finally breakdown, sobbing loudly.

When you’ve finally calmed down, you hear the lock and the door opens. It’s Jacob. He comes in with an emergency kit and gives you a faint smile. “I would ask if you’re okay but I already know the answer to that.” He tries to joke and you give him a small smile.

“Let’s see.” He gently grabs your jaw and starts cleaning up the wound on your cheek, the other one still red from the hit. You notice the bandage around his arm, around the place you stabbed him. “Sorry, I didn't know it was you.” You mutter looking down. “It’s okay, I understand.” He softly pats your shoulder.

When he’s done with your face he cleans up the wounds on your knee and elbows. You give him a barely audible ‘thank you’ and he leaves to get you blankets and a pillow. He tells you goodnight, once you two made up your ‘bed’ and as soon as he leaves you break down again, and so you cry yourself to sleep.

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Weeks go by and you’re back in your room again, which now has locks on the window and a camera. Jacob brings you your meals and the only time you go outside your room is when you go to the bathroom or when they have to take you with them on their missions. During the missions you just quietly stay put.

Ever since the day you tried to escape you haven’t spoken or even looked at the boys, besides jacob. They, except for Sangyeon, tried to speak to you a few times, but you just ignored them and they eventually gave up. You’ve been crying yourself to sleep every night and besides eating all you do is sleep and shower, just waiting for your days to be over.

You’re awake but your eyes are closed trying to get more sleep. Winter is coming and it’s starting to get colder. You’ve been here for about two months now. You put your blanket over your head and sigh.

Hyunjae knocks on your door slowly opening it. You look up expecting Jacob. You two make eye contact for a second before you look down again. He gives you your breakfast and you nod at him.

You expect him to leave, but he doesn’t, instead he sits next to you on your bed. He inspects you as you eat. You look exhausted, eyes puffy from crying all night. He feels his heart breaking looking at your state. He feels so helpless, he wants to do something but he knows that he can’t. He knows how stubborn Sangyeon is, he’ll never let you go.

“I’m sorry.” He mutters, you look up at him confused. “I’m sorry I got you into this situation.” He feels like it’s all his fault, he was the one that pleaded Sangyeon, who wanted to kill you at the store after they took everything, to just keep you as a maid. Usually he would be the one to propose the idea of killing a witness, but as soon as he laid eyes on you in the store, he felt something he has never felt before, something he can't describe.

You don’t know why but you feel tears coming up. You try to turn away but Hyunjae grabs you and pulls you in a hug. You rest your head on his shoulder and start crying as he rubs your back.

Hyunjae holds you close, his heart racing faster than he thought was possible. After you have finally calmed down, Hyunjae tells you to rest up and you sleep till Jacob gives you your dinner, returning to your usual schedule.

A week later not much has changed besides the fact that now both Jacob and Hyunjae also give you your meals. They’re the only ones you interact with making small talks when they drop by.

“What does your room look like?” You ask Jacob, who places your food beside you. “Want me to show it to you?” You nod excitedly and he laughs. “Eat up then i’ll show you.”

After you’re done eating, Jacob brings you to his room. When you enter his room you’re hit with the scent of vanilla and rose. Around his wall he has posters of movies and his bed is neatly made up, just like the rest of his room. “Wow, it's pretty.” “Thank you.” He smiles looking down with his hands in his pockets.

Jacob doesn’t know why but every time he’s around he gets a bit nervous and his heart starts beating faster. He knows he shouldn’t be feeling like this since you're their captive, but he can’t help it.

You look around some more while Jacob sits on the bed. You turn your head to the right and look at the ground, spotting a gun in the corner of his room. You decide to not point it out and go on with your mini tour.

After you and Jacob talk about random things for like an hour, you go back to your room. “It was nice seeing you get out of your room again. My room is always open for you to hang out!.” Jacob smiles and you thank him before he closes the door behind him.

A few days later you have another big mental breakdown again, the fifth of the month. You want to leave. You need to leave. But you can’t. Out of frustration you grab your hair. You can’t take it anymore. You needed to find a way out. But how?

You already tried to escape once it’s impossible to do that now. You needed to end this. Suddenly Jacob’s gun comes to your mind. You needed to end them. You started laughing. You were just gonna do it, you were going to kill infamous criminals The Boyz.

You spent the next couple of days trying to come up with a plan when Jacob one day mentions they were going to have a movie night later that day, he asked if you wanted to join them but you declined. After he left you couldn’t help but smile. Tonight is the night.

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“NO! No horror movies.” Eric tries to fight Changmin of him, earning a bite from the older one. Eric starts screaming and let’s go of the remote. Changmin grabs it and starts the movie. The tv is so loud they can’t hear any noises from outside the living room.

You walk into Jacob’s room about 20 minutes after the movie started, grabbing his gun. Thank god it’s loaded. You slowly walk downstairs and sneak into the kitchen, grabbing a big sharp knife. Before you enter the living room you take a deep breath preparing yourself. The boys are so into the movie they don’t notice you walking in, and thank god the lights are out too. You approach Sunwoo who is the closest to your reach. You point your knife at his neck and get ready to use it.

Sangyeon looks to his side and notices you behind Sunwoo, holding something in both of your hands. He gasps when he sees the knife and gun. “Sunwoo! Behind you!” The boys all jump up and the light goes on.

Changmin speeds to you and grabs you from behind. “Oh my God, Y/n, What the fuck.” Sunwoo breathes in shock. “Y/n! Put that down.” Hyunjae tries to stop you. You feel like you're going out of your mind. You start to laugh hysterically and then start to scream. “NO! let me go NOW!.” You laugh again. “Let me go or you guys are dying.”

“Y/n please.” Jacob tries. “I SAID LET ME GO!” You desperately try to wiggle out of Changmin's arms. You suddenly feel a tear running down your cheek. You didn’t even notice you were crying. “Y/n don’t be stupid put that dow-.” Sangyeon speaks up but you cut him off. “SHUT UP!” Anger starts racing in you, hearing his voice. “You’re the last one I wanna hear right now!” You start to see red as you break down in sobs.

“You guys are horrible. You guys are the reason I don't wanna live anymore. You guys ruined my life. YOU ALL RUINED ME. Either you guys are dying or it’s me!” “Y/n, nobody is dying tonight.” Hyunjae tries to slowly approach you.

“Oh no?” You give them a wicked smile. You notice Changmin’s grip on you loosened a bit giving you the opportunity to lift your hand that’s holding the gun. You point it up to your head. Changmin freezes up and Hyunjae’s eyes widen in fear. “Y/n!-”

Before you can pull the trigger, Juyeon knocks the gun out of your hand letting it fall onto the ground. You let out a loud scream before falling on your knees. You can’t stop your tears from falling and loud sobs from coming out of your mouth.

Both Jacob and Hyunjae run over to you and Hyunjae holds you close to his chest. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” He tries to shush you. You grasp onto his shirt and start to hyperventilate. Jacob kneels before you and runs his fingers through your hair trying to calm you down, while the rest of the boys just stand there in shock.

Hyunjae picks you up and carries you to your room. You finally calm down as he lays you down on the bed. You crawl between the sheets, your back facing him. Hyunjae stays quiet and strokes your hair as you fall asleep.

“I can’t believe she tried to kill me!” Sunwoo puts his hand in the air out of disbelief as Hyunjae walks into the room. “She tried to kill all of us, don’t feel special.” Kevin huffs earning a glare from Sunwoo. “But still!” “Shut up, she’s finally asleep.” Hyunjae sits on the couch.

“How could she be like this?” Eric sighs. Jacob takes a deep breath, he’s been trying to stay calm since the day you tried to run away, but right now the frustration is taking over him.

“Are we surprised she’s like this?!” His voice raises a bit, surprising the members. “Didn’t you guys hear her? We ruined her! She did nothing to this deserve this, yet we got her into this stupid situation!”

“You just had to slap her.” Younghoon turns to Sangyeon. “I don’t know, I didn't want to.” Hyunjae rolls his eyes. “Then apologize.” “Like apologizing is gonna do something.” Sangyeon huffs. “Right, I'm sure she hates us for life now.” Eric leans back in his seat.

“Can’t we just let her go.” Jacob groans. “No! That's out of the question. She’ll report us right away.” “But Sangye-.” “No.”

“And what if we convince her to not report us?” Haknyeon smirks. “You wanna torture her?” Changmin gives Haknyeon a confused look. “Listen, I have a plan.” Everyone groans and Chanhee rolls his eyes. “Not again.”

“No listen, this plan is better.” Everyone turns their attention to Haknyeon as he starts explaining his plan. “Okay so, We’ll just let her live with us as part of the group instead of her being a maid or prisoner or something like that.” Haknyeon smiles as if it’s the best idea in the world.

“We’re called the boyz, not the boyz plus one girl.” Eric snorts. “Okay, but she won’t report her friends, or herself, right?”

“I think it’s a good idea.” Juyeon agrees with Haknyeon. “Of Course you do.” Chanhee sighs. “Well the idea isn’t that bad.” Kevin speaks up. “We could use some help.” “Right, I agree too.” Hyunjae stands up, he doesn’t really like the idea, but everything is better than watching you suffer because of them. After a lot of thinking all of the boys finally agree and go to bed.

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[the-sweetest-slytherin]

I may as well just title this post: projecting onto bruno

But I’m gonna title it: Encanto Headcanons Part 3

Part 1 / Part 2

❗Spoiler Warning ❗

So I think about Bruno-in-the-walls reprecussions A LOT, partially because I always had an irrational fear of some creepy guy living in my house without me knowing. Thinking about it being ice-age-sloth-colombian-tumblr-sexyman makes it less scary. Anyway, that notwithstanding, thinking about the ways living in the walls fucked with Bruno is a treasured passtime of mine these days, so I’d like to share a list of small things I think Bruno might have trouble with:

Eye contact: Can’t imagine Bruno would be good at eye contact in the first place, but especially since he hasn’t spoken to anyone besides the rats in 10 years. Him talking at dinner, only to finally look at Felix and find that he hadn’t been listening, but Agustin heard every word he said, because Bruno didn’t realize he was looking in Agustin’s general direction the entire time he was talking.

Light/Sound: Bruno was in a cold, dark, quiet place for a very long time, so I can one hundred percent see rat boi getting overstimulated easily. I could imagine Antonio seeing his tio pacing, or his leg shaking at dinner, or sitting with his hood over his eyes and wringing his hands in a group setting-- then, as children do, asking why he does that. Honestly I think Tonito would often be the saving grace for his tio in this way. Because people tend to explain things to children in a softer way, it sort of forces us to think more deeply about things than we did before the need to explain them arose.

Physical Touch: Obviously, Bruno grew up in a very close-knit family, in spite of their problems. He would probably have been more or less used to touch before living in the walls, whether he liked it or not. However, in the art book, it is mentioned that Bruno has always been introverted, so I can see him not really enjoying physical affection or touch in general even before his life of solitude. Living in the walls might have gotten Bruno used to having his own personal space, leading to some complicated feelings on reentering the household. (Now, remember: My culture differs very much from Bruno’s, and I can only say from a country bumpkin child’s perspective what I think. The typical southern United States family structure often forces children to be “okay” with hugs and kisses and general physical affection, even if they aren’t actually okay with being touched. This was my experience.) And at the same time I can see him experiencing a level of touch starvation as well. A lot of us with aversion to touch can struggle with becoming touch starved, and as much as he missed la familia, I have to think there were a few times Bruno just ached for a hug when alone in the walls.

Routine: As an obsessive-compulsive introvert, I headcanon that Bruno would be very set in his routines once things got going in the encanto. I mentioned before that I think the Madrigals would all begin drawing a clear line between work and home, Bruno having a place in town where he does his visions. I imagine that walking through town would be very stressful for him, so it would be important that, on days when he planned to do visions, Bruno’s morning routine went off without a hitch. Something like: Eat breakfast, let Mama know he’s leaving the house, ruana, shoes, bag, one rat friend for emotional support, and out the door. All of this is done in sequence, and needs to be re-done should anything interrupt the pattern. For example, if Mirabel bumps into him while he’s putting his shoes on, he has to start from the top, maybe throw a little salt for luck if he feels anxious enough about it.

Strangers/Meeting People: As much as I think Bruno would love to be involved with theatre and music and other such creative endeavors, I also think that a big hurtle for him would be interacting with people outside of the family. I imagine his hermanos, Felix and Agustin, would be his social wingmen at first, helping him to make a few friends and acquaintances around the encanto. At which point, he is satisfied to keep his small social circle and values more one-on-one time, or small gatherings with people.   

That's all I can think of for the moment, and again, I'm not done 😅

[lexa-lives-in-us]

Saving Tips for Hard Times

I found this old document where I collected a series of tips to save money. This is all part of my experience of when I was near homeless, and some work depending on where you live, some don’t. Here we go.

BILLS:

1. The optimum temperature for refrigerator operation is 5°C, and -18°C for freezer operation. As a rule of thumb, for each additional degree of refrigeration output about six percent more electricity is used.

2. Unplug your appliances. Lamps, microwave, tv, computers etc. They don't need to be plugged until you use them, and it saves energy to keep them unplugged. Therefore, money.

3. Do homework for phone companies and internet plans. Call them! Often they are toll free and if you mentioned that you were already with them or thinking of going with them and then found out another company had a better deal, they could offer you deals for lower prices. I had to do it all the time for my phone, until they couldn't really offer anything better.

4. BIKE. Invest in a used bike if you can, especially for the warmer months. It offsets the transit costs and better your health.

5. WALK. That's the same as the bike, honestly.

6. Pay your bills on time, you will avoid late fees which can up to HUNDREDS of dollars wasted over the course of a year. If you can, set up automatic payments so you don’t forget.

FRIDGE:

1. Every time the refrigerator door is opened, cold air escapes and warm ambient air enters. To compensate for the temperature increase in its interior, the refrigerator must then use energy to bring the temperature back down. Always avoid opening the door unnecessarily and for too long.

2. When defrosting frozen food place it in the refrigerator. Not only does this ensure that the food is carefully defrosted, its presence cools down the refrigerator interior, reducing the amount of work that the compressor has to do, and therefore lowering energy consumption.

3. Never put warm food in the refrigerator as this will heat up the interior, as well as other stored foods. Hot food should always be allowed to cool to room temperature before placing it in the refrigerator

MONEY:

1. Keep all the containers like glass bottles, juice bottles, jars, cans etc. Look for your Return-It depot and have trips to return them. They give back coins for laundry, small expenses etc

2. Use that junk mail. Go through it, find coupons for food, for essentials like toilet paper or shampoo.

3. CHECK. THAT. DOLLARSTORE. They often have things like pasta, ketchup, toilet paper, batteries etc for literally 1 dollar.  Pasta is pasta, toilet paper is toilet paper. Seriously. Don't need to spend 5$ on a shampoo bottle when you can have it for 1/5 of the price.

4. Do homework and check with different banks for which one offers a better plan. Some of them are willing to help out. Sit down with their advisors, find the best solution!

5. Use the envelope system! For example, one envelope with a label “food” the other with “entertainment” the other with “bills”. Then set the right amount of cash for each. That’s what you’re allowed to spend each month. If you realize you need more for food, grab it from the entertainment envelope. Adapt and arrange as needed.

6. If you can, set up an automatic saving (example 50$ every paycheck) for both regular saving AND an emergency fund.

7. Use the 24-Hour Rule. Avoid purchasing expensive or unnecessary items on impulse with a self-imposed 24-hour rule. For any non-essential item, wait 24 hours before purchasing. It’s perfect for online shopping where your items can simply be added to your cart to purchase later.

8. Make a grocery list BEFORE going to the grocery store and STICK to it. You’re going to avoid buying things you don’t really need.

9. DO. NOT. SHOP. WHILE. YOU. ARE. HUNGRY. Or you’ll end up buying food that you actually don’t need just because you feel snacky!

10. Only use ATMs from your bank, or you get charged small fees.

11. Set a “No Spend Day” per week, where you consciously DO NOT spend any money for that day.

12. Ditch the paper: Cutting out paper towels and using cloths and napkins that you can simply wash and reuse is a simple way to save.

13. After you wear clothes, hang them outside your wardrobe, on a door or something. You can air them out a bit, then stick them in the closet without washing. You can basically reuse the same clothes two or three times without having to wash them, sometimes they just need a bit of air and they won’t smell AT ALL.

14. If you don’t own or want to spend money on an iron, hang whatever blouse you need to iron in the bathroom while you shower. The steam will humidify the fabric and straighten it up.

15. Hang stuff to dry. Really don’t need to spend money on the dryer.

16. Sign up to the library. They have so many books and DVDs nowadays. You can also just go, sit at the library and stay warm for a while, so that you don’t have to sit at home and either suffer the cold or use money on your own heat.

17. Budget, budget, budget. Get a lil notebook, write down the monthly expenses, cut what you don’t need. It gets easier with time.

 FOOD:

1.       Make a meal plan. Write 10-14 days worth of dishes that you can do (lunch, dinner, everything you need). You can then toss them around as you go on with your week, but that way you have a pretty clear idea of what you use and the food you go through for how long. It also reduces the risks of getting take out since you already have plans for what to eat.

2.       Cook double! Seriously. Make that dinner and double it up. Leftovers can be frozen or put in the fridge for the day after.

3.       Meal prep. Once a week, prep a bunch of different recipes. Let them cool down, stick them in the freezer. At that point you’ll already have all these meals at the ready to just thaw/microwave or oven up.

4.       You don’t need pop. You don’t need alcohol. You most likely don’t need milk, but go for it if you wanna. Just remember dairy products go bad WAY more quickly than non dairies, so consider getting food and drinks with no dairy in them. Mainly, though. Water. Just drink water. Lots of it too! Sometimes our brain can’t tell the difference between hunger and thirst. You think you’re snacky? Drink some water instead! It’ll quell your hunger.

5.       Freeze fruit! If you think you’re not gonna be able to eat fruit in time, put it in a Tupperware or a ziplock and slap it in the freezer. You’ll be able to then use it for smoothies.

6.       Use the Italian saying “Colazione da re, pranzo da nobili, cena da poveri.” Which quite literally means “Breakfast as a king, lunch as a noble, dinner as a poor.” Breakfast should be very filling, carbs, protein, vitamins. It carries you for the whole day. Lunch should be quite filling too! But supper doesn’t really need a lot of it, and if you REALLY have to skip a meal, skip supper. Your body doesn’t need that much sustenance while sleeping.

7.       This is for the desperate times but I’ve done it, and I would do it again if I ever had to. Go to markets that have like… Fruits and veggies. Talk to them. Ask them “HEY, can I have the fruit/veggie that you have to throw away?” Ask them if you can have the ugly produce, the one that doesn’t look pretty enough to be put out. Or ask them to have whatever extra they have to dump because is past the expiry date. EXPIRY DATE IS USUALLY MUCH LONGER THAN WHAT THE LABEL SAYS. I wouldn’t risk it with dairy stuff or with things that are VERY expired, but one or two days? Totally fine, I promise. And if you have to? Dumpster Dive. Especially at markets with fruit and veggies that have to be sold on the same day (because it’s not considered “fresh” past that day.) Or behind pizza places like Dominos or Panago or whatever chain. They get pizza orders wrong all the time. Just give a peak behind these buildings and look inside their boxes. You have no idea how many times I found perfectly fine pizzas. For free! IF YOU DUMPSTER DIVE, MAKE SURE YOU HAVE GLOVES, A MASK AND PLASTIC BAGS TO PUT YOUR STUFF IN. ONCE AT HOME, DISCARD GLOVES AND WASH PRODUCE THROUGHLY. Also check tumblr for your divers community, they usually know the best spots.

 CLOTHES:

1.       Thrift shop! So many GOOD used clothes are out there! Honestly! My whole wardrobe is thrifted and everything looks brand new. It takes a bit of research and maybe that shirt you liked is not in your size, but you can find EVERYTHING, from socks to bras, at a thrift store. Don’t thrift underwear though. You want to go new with those.

2.       Invest in some needle and thread, then open youtube. There are SO MANY tutorials that teach you how to mend holes in socks and underwear. And really, no one will really notice if a mend is perfectly done or not. After a week, you’ll forget it too! But that prevents you from throwing away clothes that could just be mended a little.

3.       Something doesn’t fit you? Too small, too big? YouTube, homie. They have tutorials on how to fix these kinda things! All you need, again, is needle and thread.

4.       Organize clothes swaps with friends and/or neighbors. Everyone brings clothes they don’t need, put them in a pile. Go through the pile and grab whatever there is. There’s no money exchange, one could go home with 1 item and one could go home with 50 items. Who cares? The extra stuff… DONATE IT TO A SHELTER.

Feel free to add more, and stay safe!

[ultrahamilham]

I was tagged by @ashavahishta for this! Thanks ;-;

1) What colour are your eyes? Brown

2) What little thing instantly tells you that a person is good? I'm not really sure honestly. I'm suspicious of everyone I meet, and I'm very bad with body language. But usually a kind seeming smile and a greeting is good? How they talk to me going from that is also good as well. I guess?

3) Do you have a recurring dream? Not anything I can remember. I have this one thing that if I remember it I get intensely sick. It's something I have dreamed before, and never remember it after I stop being sick

4) What is the most interesting class you have taken? Hm... I really liked the advanced first aid/ medical based class that I can't remember the name of. My teacher was a part-time fire fighter and he made me genuinely interested in the things he was teaching

5) How often do you find yourself daydreaming? Literally all the time, especially when I listen to music

Name/nickname: My name is Kai. On here, some people call me hammy. Some friends call me KaiKai. That's about all of them lol

Zodiac: Capricorn

Height: 5'2"

Languages: English, and a very very basic understanding of Canadian French

Nationality: Canadian

Favourite season: Deff autumn. I like the summer but I deff prefer autumn

Favourite color: Blue is my all time fave colour, but I also love green and purple

Favourite animals: Sharks 100% I also love cats and dogs, but sharks always win my heart

Favourite fictional character: I hyerfixate. Right now, it's Evan Buckley, Christopher Diaz, and of course Piers Nivans

Tea, coffee or hot chocolate: Coffee

Average hours of sleep: 5 - 8 is my average sleep time recently

Cat or dog person: Cat person. I do want a dog, but I grew up with cats so I will always gravitate to cats

Number of blankets slept with: 1, I run hot when I sleep

Places ancestors are from: Native Canadians, and probably Europe?

Dream trip: Oh fuck, I have no idea. Just anywhere that my wife and I can go to have fun? We wanna travel a lot

Blog established: I think back in January of last year. I've been on tumblr for freaking years, but that was on my old blog

Random fact about yourself: I am a terrible swimmer and I have a terrible fear of heights. Guess it's a good thing I'm short

Three ships: Buddie, nivanfield, and zosan

Last song: Killer in the Mirror by Set It Off

Last movie: Oh fuck I have no idea, uh... It's been a hot minute. Maybe a disney movie? Literally no memory. I don't often watch movies

Currently reading: I don't have anything I am in the middle of reading, but I am religiously reading every update of Circles by @redtooblack and I'm getting ready to re read Always, All Ways by @ashavahishta which are both amazing fics by amazing people ;-; so go read them

Currently watching: Currently re watching 911 with both Henni and Jay. On season 1 with Henni (This is our second watch through together) and on season 3 with Jay. We're gonna binge the hell out of it today

Currently consuming: Idk, water? Haven't eaten anything today. Woke up like 2 hours ago. I don't really eat breakfast unless I'm working lol

Currently craving: I really want a big mary from Mary Brown's

I'll tag @gagakumadraws @einfachniemand @ryjo-92 and @zeus-dragon-tc if you guys wanna give it a go!

[chuckbass-love]

Can I request reader and Henry Cavill, reader is decides to hide the fact she’s hurt herself while working out with him and when he comes back from being on set all day he finds her unable to move, she was scared to say what happen from a past experience with an ex🙏🏼 P.S: this happen to me a couple of years ago

 Hi love, first of all, i know you got my messages but just want to say again, i’m sorry this happened to you and i hope this can put a smile on your face as no one deserves to feel shitty or sad. Plus it’s Henry and i love him so i’m glad you picked him for this. Enjoy...

Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Warning: slight angst but mostly fluff.

Word Count: 1,767

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @supersweetstache go check them out 🥰

Nothing Like Your Last

You take a seat next to Henry, holding up his phone to film as he continues to work out, sweat glazing his forehead. 

He turns his head to look and smile at you, earning a giggle from you as he does so. One thing you’ve not necessarily noticed yourself but others have, the way he looks at you. Henry’s brothers say it’s that smitten look. The look of love. But you’ve not said those words yet so you always wave them off when they tease you.

You feel it though, love. Whenever you’re around him, it’s like nothing else matters or exists.

“You coming to join now?” he asks, standing up and putting the weights down, you smile and walk over, placing his phone on the side. Kal nudges at your leg, whining until you kneel down to give him fuss “such a good boy” you talk in a baby like voice to him, as if he’s going to talk back. Instead he just barks, his way of agreeing you guess.

You lie down on the floor in a sit up position, Henry puts some weight on your feet so you can properly execute a good 10 without flailing all over the place.

“So i was thinking we could chill tonight. Chinese takeaway, lord of the rings and all that” 

One of the many things you adore about Henry is his geeky side. He loves gaming and lord of the rings and it’s the cutest thing when he get’s excited about them.

“I’d love that”

With the 10 sit ups completed, he then sits down so you can help him do his own, obviously more than 10 but you only workout to keep fit. Whereas he does it because of filming and to bulk up.

Suddenly, you hear the phone ring in the other room “you gonna be okay here for a couple minutes?” he asks, resting his hand on your arm in a protective manor, waiting for you to give the go ahead. Which you do. He rushes out to go answer and you carry on.

You do some Russian twists, some push ups and a plank. All of your usual work out exercises. 

Just as you’re doing the last couple of Russian twists, you feel a huge shooting pain up your side. You wince and feel tears brimming but as soon as you hear Henry’s footsteps, you stand up and shake it off. 

“Shall we warm down and then shower?” you ask and he nods, you try to get through it without him noticing, thankfully he doesn’t.

Once you finish, you both head for the shower. He starts kissing you and being overly affectionate.

He’s away all day tomorrow filming so you won’t see him until really late, so he’s probably just making it up to you now. By the time you wake up tomorrow morning, he’ll be gone.

You shove on one of his rugby shirts, some knee high socks and panties before joining him in the kitchen for dinner. He ordered a Chinese as soon as you got out of the shower.

“Something smells good” the smell brings a huge grin to your face. Well, that and Henry standing there laying the table. 

It’s times like these where you picture a future with him, where every night is like this eventually and that thought fills your heart with the biggest amount of happiness.

You sit down, eating away as he tells you about how filming has been going for The Witcher season 2, hearing him talk about something he’s very passionate about is just another thing that makes you fall more. 

“So what time are you off out tomorrow?” you ask, shoving some chow mein into your mouth, not even caring how un lady like you look. Henry never complains so surely he doesn’t mind.

“I have to get up around 6 and i’ll be back around the 8 in the evening” you just continue to eat, humming in response “It’s just a couple of scenes tomorrow but the makeup and hair is a nightmare to get on and off but don’t worry, as soon as i get home. We have a couple of days to relax. Just me and you” he stands up to collect the plates and put them into the dishwasher, kissing your forehead as he walks past. 

The rest of the night is spent with cuddles, making out and a whole lot of laughs. 

Which is not unusual, you always find yourself laughing a lot with him, he knows exactly what to say and do to keep you feeling good and you’re the same with him.

You’re gonna find it hard to be away from him tomorrow but it’s just one full day right? It won’t be long until he’s back in your arms.

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As you get out of bed and head to the kitchen for some breakfast, you spy a note on the counter. 

‘Good morning baby,

Obviously i had to leave early 

But i cannot wait to get back to you tonight

Lots of love

H x’

You smile at the note, your tummy full of butterflies as you go about making some breakfast and tea for yourself before settling down in front of the tv.

If there’s one thing to be said about Henry being away it’s that you can watch shows like Love Island and Dance Moms. He tried to get into them but failed. So you watch whenever he’s away. 

You finish with eating and stand up to go clean your mess up but when you reach up to the shelf for dishwasher stuff, a shooting pain rushes through your side. Making you wince like you did yesterday after hurting yourself during the workout. 

You never told Henry about it because you were embarrassed and worried that he’d laugh.

The memories of your last relationship come flooding in despite your best efforts to prevent it.

“Get up for god’s sake”

“I can’t, it hurts, i can’t move it” you protest, trying to defend yourself against his venomous words.

“I’m sure you do this on purpose you know, injure yourself to get out of housework”

You don’t, you’d never do that. 

You hurt yourself on a run with your friend Jules, but he doesn’t care about that right. He just cares that the dusting hasn’t been done, neither has the washing up.

“I’ll just put some ice on it for a couple hours, i should be fine soon”

“No, the dishes have been sitting there all day whilst i’ve been at work and you really think i’m gonna do them. I’ve had a stressful day as it is, don’t need you making it worse” 

“Okay, i’m coming. I’m sorry” you use the arm of the sofa to get up before you begin to limp and hop to the kitchen, ready to finish the housework.

He’s right. The last thing he needs is you making things more hectic for him. 

You soon wipe the tears that you didn’t even realise were falling from your eyes and go about sorting this pain in your side.

You rummage through the draws and cupboards, searching for any form of painkiller. As you pull open the last drawer, there they are. Paracetamol. 

You take 2 immediately and pray that it’ll magically go away soon or better yet, that it’ll go before Henry returns.

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 “Honey, i’m home” he calls out before appearing in the doorway, a huge cheshire cat like grin plastering his face.

“I’ve missed you” you run up to him, he squeezes you tight, bringing the pain on again. 

“Ahhh” you whimper, clutching at your side like it’ll somehow bring the pain to a halt.

“What’s wrong?” he pulls away from you, lifting your chin up so you’re looking directly into his eyes. 

“It’s noth-”

“Come on, it’s clearly something” he walks you over to the sofa, sitting the two of you down and you lift your shirt up to point to your side.

“I think i pulled something yesterday during our workout” your voice laced with shame.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” you shrug, but before you can even look away from him, his index fingers keeps your head in place, keeping your eyes on his.

“I don’t know. I guess i was just embarrassed”

“But why? I don’t get it”

“It’s just my ex used to pick on me whenever there was a slight sign of weakness. He’d make me feel like i was a dead weight, useless. He’d even go as far as to make it harder for me to heal and i just i don’t kn-”

“Hold on. Baby, you should know by now that i would never do any of that. You mean the world to me, if you’re hurt i want you to be able to tell me. Maybe that was his style but it’s certainly not mine”

“I’m sorry, i didn’t mean to assume the worst of you but i-” he cuts you off again.

“Don’t apologise. It’s my job now to prove to you that i’m nothing like your last, i’m always here to take care of you, make you feel good about yourself and this is one of those times where i need to take care of you. Let me go and get some ice for it. Wait here” he makes his way into the kitchen. 

You hear the freezer door open, along with the draws until a simple “there they are” comes from the kitchen, you giggle and seconds later, he re appears. 

He helps you lie down, placing the ice to your ribs area and handing you some more pain killers.

He brushes the hair out of your eyes, lowering his head to kiss your lips.

“Thank you” you mumble

“Don’t thank me. It’s my job to take care of you. If i plan to love you forever, then i might as well start as i mean to go on” your heart skips a beat as he says it.

That word.

Love.

“You love me?” 

You see his cheeks turn a little red, he looks down, chuckling.

“I do, but don’t worry, i won’t force you to say it-”

“I love you too”

He kisses you once again.

“Please don’t ever be scared to talk to me okay? Like i said, i love you, i want the best for you and i’m not here to hurt or upset you”

“What did i do to deserve you eh?” you both smile, forehead to forehead.

“I was about to say the same thing. But I guess we both got lucky”

“I guess we did”

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[aelaer]

Re: Blood in Your Veins

Hey so uh.

As anyone who’s been following me for a while knows, I started the serial “The Blood In Your Veins” about this time last year (it used to be ‘my veins’ but retitled it on its move to AO3 because execution of prompt had changed a bit over writing). It’s a prompt that I couldn’t stop thinking about and just dabbled in slowly to see where it went. Then 2020 fully hit and my writing came to almost a complete stop until about October, which is when I began again on Illuminating the Shadows, which was finished and posted in December.

Anyway, I’ve been poking and prodding fairly continuously at The Blood in Your Veins. The first four parts that I posted originally here on tumblr are now all on AO3, and once part 5′s up I’ll link it here and link everyone who wanted alerts to the updates then so they can see the new part. Then all future parts will be linked here as well.

(Cut because why the *hell* did I write this much about this?)

I’ve been slow in posting because I, against better judgement but why not, decided to post it as a WIP. But that means I keep on making edits to older parts because I think of something new that should be addressed earlier in the story. Like uh, when I was writing part 9, I realized I needed to go back to part 5 and add an addendum. When I was writing part 12, I realized I totally forgot a part that I ended up adding in part 8, because I needed it for a future connection. This happens all the time in my writing and makes posting WIPs almost dangerous because my thinking is rarely linear if the story takes place over a course of more than a couple days. Thus the very slow posting.

So this silly little prompt thing that I was just prodding and poking at to see where it went? The farking doc passed 50k words tonight. Yup.

Granted, like 10k of that is probably outlining, personal notes, and A/Ns filled to the brim with meta, medical science, fake science, and technical/computer engineering because I love talking about it and giving people info to access easily for their own knowledge. I figure I can’t be the only one who finds this stuff super fascinating and fanfic makes it unique in that it’s not a book where the research is irrelevant, you can show off all the interesting stuff right here and talk about it with people! I love that about fanfic, so much. Sometimes the A/Ns are just as interesting as the story in some stories.

So it’s gonna be a bit slow for however long, but I finished 11 parts (with 10 betaed), have the 12th largely written out (though I’m not 100% sure about it yet so I want to poke at it more), and parts uh, 13 to 17ish outlined. But considering I was like “yeah this is 8 parts at most” like, at the beginning of this, that number is bound to change because characters keep saying things and doing things (including the supporting OCs, who are demanding to be fully fleshed out within the bounds of supporting character roles).

And yeah, this is just a ramble of what I’ve been mostly doing as I haven’t been super active on tumblr this month as this has consumed most of my free time. I haven’t read a lot of works either, and once this is completed I hope to remedy that, before I go into my next two big projects (which were meant to be what I was working on *now*, but then this took over and what will you do. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to complete three novel-length fics in the course of the year, but I’ll see what I can do. I really want to tell these stories).

Uh, this was really long. Sorry, I’m super verbose and don’t know how to be like, succinct. My old boss, two bosses ago now, used to quote Twain about brevity being a sign of wit, but if it is, call me 100% unwitty because I like to ramble. And then I always feel a little bit guilty for writing *so much* about my bullshit, so I feel like if you read this far, you 100% deserve to read a preview of an upcoming section. Especially since you pressed the Read More button! So here you go, thanks for reading my rambles. This is a section from the longest part so far, part 8. It’s a long little bit!

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"How high's the toxicity now?" Tony asked as he stepped off the scale.

"Yesterday's blood sample came back at 0.45 milligrams per kilogram of your weight," Stephen replied. He snapped on a pair of latex gloves.

Tony offered his arm for the blood draw. "And if 3 milligrams is the magic number for fatality, that'd put my current blood toxicity at 15%."

Stephen inserted the needle at the crook of Tony's elbow and watched the tube fill up. "That's not quite how it works."

"It makes sense to me."

"That's still not how it works." He removed the needle and capped the tube, and as he put everything away, explained, "Saying that your blood toxicity is at 15% implies that you're talking about the whole volume of blood in your body. You're probably at about 5,500 milliliters with your weight, and with the density of blood equaling about 1.06 grams per milliliter, it is like you're saying—"

"That 874.5 grams of my blood is toxic, yeah, yeah, I know," Tony interrupted. By now he was setting up the table for their breakfast.

"I was getting there."

"You were going too slow," he shot back easily. Stephen gave the engineer a look at the comment, but Tony ignored it. "Yeah, I know it's not my whole body's blood volume. Obviously. But putting a percentage on how long until I reach the point that I'm dead makes sense to me. I'm not measuring the whole volume of my blood, I'm measuring how much more can I handle until I'm dead."

Stephen shot him a frown. "It doesn't make sense to call it 'blood toxicity' then."

"Maybe not to you, but it does to me. And I'd design such a measuring tool for me."

The statement caught him off guard. "Design?" He finished packing up the kit and joined Tony at the table.

"Well, if I wasn't stuck in here, I'd design something to automatically read a blood sample, like how glucose meters read blood sugar levels. Wouldn't be hard to engineer something like that. And I'd have it give me the amount of toxicity as a percentage relating to how far along it was until the amount was lethal. Sure, I could memorize the numbers, but the percentage would be more concrete in my head."

Stephen smeared butter over a piece of bread as he listened. He shook his head at the end of Tony's explanation. "Wouldn't work for the consumer market; there's too much room for interpretation as to what the percentage means."

Tony huffed. "Well, like I said, it'd be for me. Not the consumer market."

His brow furrowed. "You're telling me that you can make a blood test as simple as the one used for testing blood sugar levels for something as rare as palladium poisoning?"

He narrowed his eyes. "... yes…"

"You can make it portable like the glucose meters?"

"Yeah, of course."

"And affordable to most hospitals?"

Tony looked up in thought. "I don't usually factor in the costs of materials and manufacturing in personal projects, and others do the number crunching to see if my ideas are viable for production in company projects. If they aren't, but I really want them to be, I'll tinker a bit more, sure."

Stephen couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Do you realize the amount of money you could save for both hospitals and patients across the country with such technology? Specialized blood tests—like for many metal poisonings, for instance—aren't offered at every hospital. It may not be available even in every state. Those types of lab results can take weeks to get back to a doctor and the patient. And you're saying that you can not only potentially create this type of technology, but that you may be able to make it affordable if you really want them to be?"

"Well yeah, sure. I've done it a few times with other things. I could probably do that with a blood meter thing. I doubt the tech's that complicated."

His mouth was partially hanging open, Stephen realized this, but he couldn't bother at the moment. He was flabbergasted. The first thought that came to mind went to his mouth, unfiltered. "And you spent the last two decades building weapons."

"Don't." The word was sharp and filled with an overabundance of emotion.

Stephen fell silent. He crossed a boundary he had yet to see before now, and he was not so callous as to push against it. Instead he turned to his meal and focused on eating. He avoided looking at the other man.

A couple minutes later, Tony spoke again. It was low, pensive. Thoughtful. "There was a good reason I shut down weapons manufacturing after I got back from Afghanistan, you know. If the department ever comes back, it will be with major restrictions and modifications. Likely more defensive than offensive. More shields, less missiles. But in the meantime I've been restructuring. Expanded in commercial aerospace and industry. We entered the energy market properly. Consumer products is coming soon—end of the year, probably." A pause. "Don't see why we can't look into medical tech, either. Certainly wouldn't hurt to try."

He could only nod and say, "It certainly wouldn't."

[decimadragonoid]

Some Musts for Artists!

As I'm typing this, it is currently midnight on April 12th during the coronavirus pandemic. We're all artists here, so let's go over a few things that we can do as like-minded people. I've been on Deviantart for nearly 6 years now. I recently started a Tumblr and a Ko-Fi to make this a fun side job. Expanding my art network and social media outlets was the name of the game throughout the years, but I thought I'd create a small journal entry or a manual somewhere midway through the process for current and newcoming artists. So, here are some tips and musts for artists that all of you can use! 1.) Practice as often as you can. - This step is pretty self-explanatory. After all, practice makes perfect. You might even unlock hidden potentials that you never thought you had before. Even if you don't feel comfortable using certain tools (e.g., the perspective ruler, mannequins, outlines), making use of them will become much easier if you ease your way into using them. For example, I've always had trouble making backgrounds while using the perspective ruler synchronously, but over time, I eased my way into using it for making settings. Now I use the perspective rulers when I'm trying to capture the essence of a room or an area outdoors. It may be hard to create characters, props, and backgrounds at first, but once you find methods you're best comfortable with, stick with your guns and flesh out your masterpieces with your own unique styles! - I also use thicker sketch lines to make characters and poses just right to accommodate my nearsightedness. I call this technique 'The XL Method.' 2.) Study and Observe from Others. - If you have a favorite show, artist, or animator you like to watch, observe how they flesh out their characters, backgrounds, settings, and stories. Using any of the listed in the last sentence as reference material is a good way to analyze the big picture and make it your own. Of course, you must remember that you're not doing this to mimic your favorite artist, but rather referring to them as a template of sorts. Don't try to stay as someone else's shadow. Your art style is created through your body and soul, not by emulating your idol. 3.) Take care of yourself. - This is probably the most important thing you must NEVER neglect as an artist and overall person. If you can't draw yet due to other responsibilities outside of being an artist, don't try to force yourself afterwards. I've personally seen artists get hounded with questions and comments like 'When's your next page coming out?', 'Finish this project up already!', and even 'I only came here for Undertale. It's the only thing that gives me life. If you stop making Undertale comics and cancel your series, I'm not gonna watch you anymore.' Every artist I follow has been pressured more than once, especially in the Undertale fandom, when they actually put a project on hold, had a desire to draw something else for a while and try new things to take a break, or had other responsibilities outside the digital realm that followers neglect to understand or just don't care about because they're so anxious to see what happens next in a story they like. With followers, some are patient and respect that the artist has other responsibilities and hobbies they'd like to attend to, and others feel like they're entitled to the next page, when really, they're not. This isn't prominent in just the Undertale fandom, but also in many others - so many in fact, that it's a hassle just to list them all. - It's important to balance your lifestyle with things you like to do. If you like to draw, by all means, do it. If you like to read, by all means, do it. If you like to hang out with friends, by all means, do it. If you like to play video games, by all means, do it. If you have to take care of yourself and put your health over everything else first, do it. Do NOT compromise! When it comes to your health and lifestyle, unless it's beneficial to you, nobody else's input matters. Your followers won't get mad at you for it, and the followers undergoing the stages of entitlement will have to shut the hell up and take a hint. You're your own person, not someone else's servant. 4.) Eat! Eat! EAAAAAAAAAAAATTT!!! - Whether it's your favorite food or something jam-packed with nutritious value, eat all the food you want to eat! No artist can operate on an empty stomach. Keep your metabolism going and grab a snack, breakfast, lunch, or dinner. You want an example? Eat popcorn or sushi. Popcorn is high in fiber and helps keep your blood sugar in check as long as you don't drench it in too much butter. I also recommended sushi in this tab too. The reason is because sushi and other types of fish are high in DHA content, which stimulates brain activity and keeps your creative juices flowing. - There are other snacks that can help you stay motivated and full. Yogurt prevents diseases and enhances digestive and weight control. Bananas are high in potassium and help maintain a healthy heart. Chips and hummus go together too! Not only is hummus a good dip filled with fiber and protein, it's also filled with antioxidants! - I can go on and on about what kind of foods you can eat as an artist, but there are too many to list! I just love food THIS much! You'll be sitting here reading this tab all day if I did, so I'll leave the examples in the previous paragraphs for you. Whether it's a snack food, breakfast, lunch, or dinner, feed your body and mind, and you'll definitely make it as an artist! 5.) If you're a comic artist making an original story or building up from someone else's idea with a fanmade comic of your own, achieve total secrecy and wow your viewers later! - Yeah, I know it's great you've finished a comic page to show to your followers, and it has them craving for more. But sometimes, someone else's desire for more pages might be a little too much. Whether you're a regular artist or a comic/fancomic artist, not only is it important to balance your lifestyle, manage your time, and decide when you want to draw an art piece or the next page to your story, but it's also important to limit the amount of desire and demand you take in. - If you don't mind giving your fans spoilers, then that's okay too. But sometimes, achieving complete radio silence and being exclusive helps you get the most work done. - For example, a clothes designer named Geoffrey B. Small utilized a marketing strategy in which he made his clothing line limited and exclusive to shoppers. He doesn't want you to find his clothing. Even more so, he's not interested in being available to everybody. This makes his clothing unique and valuable to the eye of the beholder. If his clothes were found by literally everyone, it would disappoint him and jeopardize the overall exclusivity and value of his products. If your someone who doesn't want anyone to know that you're working on an art piece or a batch of comic pages that's gonna gobsmack your fans, pull a Geoffrey B. Small-esque move and don't leak any info whatsoever. - But IF you must inform your fans your project is still up and running, leave a subtle hint or a W.I.P thumbnail behind. That'll suffice. Keep your fans guessing, even if it means making them succumb to their anxiety or neediness for updates. - Limit any questions or comments you want to take in until you feel ready to reveal your big guns. You decide when you'll work on your art on your OWN terms. 6.) Allow yourself to imagine and enjoy your creative mind going wild before fleshing it out on your tablet or on paper. - Creativity is what makes literally anything in the world come to life! That's how we have the technology, video games, buildings, and other necessities in our generation today. For us artists, our most creative tool is the brain. The brain is the center of all human activity and thought. It's what allows us to imagine what happens next in our stories before we physically flesh them out on our drawing tablets or on paper. I always use my brain to generate a thought in my head that's so powerful, when I close my eyes or flesh it out every second, I can see a glimpse of it playing in my head like a roll of film filled to the brim with moving images for a movie. - It's also beneficial to write out a script, and even pretend you're a character in the story you want to create. - Flesh out your thoughts, play the track over and over again, add more thoughts, put a few funny moments into the mix, and BAM!! You've got an idea! Of course, you must also understand that unless the thought is something long-term you want to remember, you might forget some parts of your idea at first. Some ideas might be some you'll totally dislike later, and that's okay. There's always room for re-imagination and improvement. - Also take to heart that you shouldn't let your creative thoughts take over your real-life responsibilities. Those come first! - Overall, it's important to imagine and have fun going wild before physically bringing your thoughts into being. Let the creativity flow naturally. 7.) Understand you're not perfect, and neither are others. - In the wise words of Mayuri Kurotsuchi from BLEACH, 'Nothing perfect exists.' - 'If something is truly perfect, that's it. The bottom line becomes, there is no room for imagination, no space for intelligence, or ability, or improvement.' - 'Perfection is a dead end, a condition of hopelessness. Always strive to become better than everyone who came before you, but not perfect.' - You need to understand no artist or average working person in the world is perfect. Nobody is better or worse than anyone else. If you start to develop an egotistical sense of perfectionism, stop. You're not Picasso or Van Gogh. You're not better than anyone else. Neither am I. Everyone has their own ways of creating things or getting through the harsh reality of the real world. - The only thing we are is a small part of a bigger picture. We're all here to fill the gaps that plague the digital realm and society as it is today. 8.) Enjoy every minute. - The last thing an artist, viewer, average kid, and/or working adult needs to know is that if you enjoy doing something, it's worth enjoying all the way no matter what anybody else says. Have a good time. Don't let anyone take your modes of enjoyment away from you. Because at the end of the day, everything that lives is designed to end. We don't know when the time will come where we won't or can't enjoy what we love to do today anymore. So take your life and hobbies, make them the most enjoyable and memorable moments of your life, and never let them go! As an artist and overall human being, I care about my own well-being. Hell, I even care about the well-being of strangers and passersby on Deviantart, Tumblr, Ko-Fi, and real life. As such, I feel it's important to share my words of wisdom so you can read, listen, and make them your own. So remember to not only enjoy art or any other hobby or career you wish to pursue, but to never stop growing. The growth and development of the normal human being is a neverending journey, and it's one worth living well. Thank you for reading, and take care of yourselves. Stay determined, where and whoever you are... See you soon... Your friendly stranger and creative thinker, DecimaDragonoid

[storiesforallfandoms]

73 questions tag

I was tagged by @machine-gun-casie

I’m not gonna tag anyone but feel free to do this if you want to!

On a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now?

Probably like a 5, I’m excited for the future but not excited about still beign in quarantine

Describe yourself in a hashtag

#overit

If you could do a love scene with anyone, who would it be?

Henry Cavill, Taron Egerton, Richard Madden, Colson Baker, Evan Peters, the list goes on

If your life was a musical, what would the marquee say?

I’m such a bad theater kid right now cause I don’t know/can’t remember what a marquee is

What’s one thing people don’t know about you?

There’s a lot people don’t know about me on here, in real life I’m basically an open book. But if I had to choose one fun fact about myself to put on the Internet I think it’d be this: I own 137 books and I’ve read 103 of them, but the number of books I’ve read in total my whole life is at least double that because I’ve been a massive bookworm for so long

What’s your wakeup ritual?

Wake up whenever my body is done sleeping (this quarantine got me fucked up), answer any texts I received while asleep and check to see what’s going on in the world, get up and get dressed, get breakfast, brush teeth, use Lush lip scrub (my lips are shitty from lip biting as a kid and the lip scrubs help so much), go on about my day

What’s your go to bed ritual?

Put on pajamas, brush teeth and do lip scrub again, read for an hour or so or play some games on my phone, go to sleep

What’s your favorite time of day?

Noon. I don’t know why, it just is

Your go to for having a good laugh?

YouTube videos, usually Vlog Squad or Shane Dawson videos

Dream country to visit?

Somewhere in Europe honestly. I don’t really care where

What’s the biggest surprise you’ve had?

My best friend bought me Jeffree Star Cosmetics for Christmas this year and I legitametly screamed when she gave it to me

Heels or flats/sneakers?

Sneakers, my converse hightops to be specific

Vintage or new?

Vintage

Who do you want to write your obituary?

I honestly don’t know. I don’t like thinking about that stuff

Style Icon?

Don’t really have one

What are three things you can’t live without?

If we’re talking materialistic things I’d say my phone, my books, and my laptop (wanted to say a pen and notebooks for writing but that’s too so I’ll write on my laptop). If we’re not I’ll say my friends, family, and my dog

What’s one ingredient you put in everything?

I only really bake so I guess like flour? XD

What 3 people living or dead would you like to make dinner for?

Ariana Grande (cause I’m in love with her), Machine Gun Kelly (cause I’m in love with him), and Eminem (because he’s my idol, but also that would be some drama between him and MGK and I live for that shit)

What’s your biggest fear in life?

Not living my life to the fullest

Window or aisle seat?

Window

What’s your current TV obsession?

Peaky Blinders and American Horror Story

Favourite app?

Tumblr, but tiktok is a close second

Secret talent?

I don’t think I have a secret one. I’m very open with the talents I have XD

Most adventurous thing you’ve done in your life?

Probably ziplining

How would you definite yourself in three words?

Creative, caring, nerd

Favourite piece of clothing you own?

I have these baggy pair of “mom jeans” and I’m so in love with them

Must have clothing item that everyone should have?

Something baggy. Baggy clothes are just so comfy I can’t even explain it

Superpower you would want?

Speed so I could go places and do things faster

What’s inspiring you in life right now?

Honestly everything inspires me. Like one minute I could be watching TV or talking to friends or something and next minute I have inspiration to write something

Best piece of advice you’ve received?

Don’t let people get away with treating you like dirt. It doesn’t matter if their friends, family, your significant other, whatever. You do not deserve someone who isn’t going to treat you right

Best advide you’d give your teenage self?

Honestly the same advice as above and I’d add: Don’t be afraid to leave your toxic friendships. You’ll find better people, but you have to leave the toxic ones first

A book that everyone should read?

Room, my favourite book of all time

What would you like to be remembered for?

For being a nice person

How do you define beauty?

Happiness is beauty. When you’re happy, like genuinely happy, you just light up and people can tell that you’re happy and I don’t know it’s just beautiful to me

What do you love most about your body?

My eyes and my lips. I think they’re my best features

Best way to take a rest/decompress?

Watch some funny videos or a funny show and lie back and just relax. Alternatively, if you’re in a relationship, I find cuddling or even just being in the presence of that person decompresses me

Favorite place to view art?

The local museum where I live. Within the past year or so they’ve expanded their art gallery section and it goes up two floors, it’s so beautiful

If your life were a song, what would the title be?

Stressed Out (by twenty one pilots)

If you could master one instrument, what would it be?

Guitar. I’ve always wanted to play. I was in lessons but for some reason I didn’t play as often when I stopped going and eventually just wasn’t good at all anymore

If you had a tattoo, where would it be?

I already have one on my forearm, but the next one I want to get is going on my back up around my shoulder (it’s gonna be a family tattoo)

Dolphins or koalas?

Dolphins

What’s your spirit animal?

For some reason the first answer that popped in my head was a butterfly so we’ll go with that

Best gift you’ve ever received?

The Jeffree Star Cosmetics makeup is up there but Christmas past my boyfriend got me a promise ring and it’s honestly the best thing I’ve ever gotten in my life

Best gift you’ve ever given?

When my boyfriend first started dating I promposed through a Christmas gift and it’s still my favourite gift that I’ve ever given him

What’s your favorite board game?

The Game of Life

What’s your favorite color?

Purple

Lease favorite color?

Green

Diamonds or pearls?

Diamonds

Drugstore makeup or designer?

Both

Blow-dry or air-dry?

Blow dry when I’m in a hurry but air dry when I have time

Pilates or yoga?

Yoga

Coffee or tea?

Neither, I’m a hot chocolate person

What’s the weirdest word in the English language?

I don’t have an answer for this one...hmmm...

Dark chocolate or milk chocolate?

Dark

Stairs or elevator?

Depends on how many stairs

Summer or winter?

Summer

You are stuck on an island, you can pick one food to eat forever without getting tired of it, what would you eat?

Chicken nuggets. I’ve basically lived off of them since I was a child

A dessert you don’t like?

Cheesecake

A skill you’re working on mastering?

None as of right now really

Best thing to happen to you today?

I might have an apartment (fingers crossed)

Best compliment you’ve ever received?

“I thought you were the cutest even after knowing you for seconds”

Favorite smell?

Vanilla

Hugs or kisses?

Kisses

If you made a documentary, what would it be about?

A conspiracy theory documentary

Last piece of content you consumed that made you cry?

I re-watched David Dobrik’s vlog where he gave his friend Heath his dream car and Heath’s reaction makes me cry every time

Lipstick or lip gloss?

Lipstick

Sweet or savoury?

Sweet

Girl crush?

Ariana Grande, Ruby Rose, Karen Gillan, Cara Delevingne

How you know you’re in love?

I can’t explain it. I just know that I am

Song you can listen to on repeat?

Candy by MGK

If you could switch lives with someone for a day who would it be?

My dog so I could sleep all the time and wake up only to eat and go outdoors

What are you most excited about at this time in your life?

To get out of quarantine

[shipping-receiving]

Fictober 2019 JB Ficlet Project: Round-up 3/3

[Round-up 1/3: Days 1-10 | Round-up 2/3: Days 11-20]

Last set of favourite lines from my Fictober project, for Days 21-31! Gonna put Days 23-31 under the cut because some of these got long. Thanks everyone who followed along, your support really motivated me to get to the finish line :) Office AU will be re-posted as a standalone from tomorrow 4 November, with more instalments to come I hope, especially once I’ve pushed through The Assignment!

Day 21: “Change is annoyingly difficult.” (Retail AU) read on Tumblr / read on AO3

According to this man, she is nice, and tall, and also, very crucially, has eyes, and therefore she is attractive. That settles it, Brienne thinks, I’ve crossed over into an alternate dimension.

Day 22: “We could have a chance.” (Office AU Part 6) read on Tumblr / read on AO3

Alright, Jaime, play it cool, Jaime tells himself. He folds his arms and leans back against his car in what he hopes is a natural pose. You have a plan. After dinner, when you’re both alone, ask if this is a date, tuck hair behind ear, let finger linger on cheek, etc. He looks down at himself. Is this pose terrible? It’s terrible. Maybe I shouldn’t fold my arms? He shifts and rests one hand against the side mirror instead. What do I do with the other hand now? He places it on his hip. This is stupid. Oh fuck, I see her.

Day 23: “You can’t give more than yourself.” (College AU Part 2) read on Tumblr / read on AO3

“I always wanted to prove I was more than just—my body. More than what all the bullies thought of me. Sometimes my dad thought I was pushing myself too much. ‘You can’t give more than yourself’, he would say. But I thought it was nonsense. I even told him so, sometimes. I was always trying to be more.” She laughs; lightly, sardonically. “Which I suppose is kinda funny, because I always wished my body could be less.”

Day 24: “Patience... is not something I’m known for.” (Professors AU Part 2) read on Tumblr / read on AO3

“How is that being a dick?” He looks down at his own—neglected, waiting. “It’s just the truth. This kid probably spent less time writing this than you’re spending marking it.”

Day 25: “I could really eat something.” (Office AU Part 7) read on Tumblr / read on AO3

He turns to her once his own teeth are clean, the mint of Brienne’s toothpaste something subtly strange in his mouth, and sees her leaning against the door, waiting. He kisses her then, a kiss good morning, a kiss goodbye-for-now, just for the next three hours. Her arms wind around his neck. He has to go on his tiptoes, slightly—this is their first kiss standing up, he realises—and this sensation is something subtly strange too. But not unwelcome.

Day 26: “You keep me warm.” (Post-Canon Day 2 Part 2) read on Tumblr / read on AO3

When she calls him ‘husband’, she will remember only that he saved her time and again, as she has done for him; that he knighted her, and rediscovered his own knighthood in her; that they find new pleasures and vexations in each other every day; that they’ve loved each other since before the end of the world; that they will continue to do so in all the years that come after—as they wander through forests, or sail across seas if they feel so inclined, do so with Valyrian steel swords strapped to each of their hips, two swords forged from the same blade.

Day 27: “Can you wait for me?” (Office AU Part 8) read on Tumblr / read on AO3

She’s not seeing anyone else, obviously. And she knows he’s not, at least not in the past week, because—well, they’ve been together almost all the time. Unless he went on dates after work last Monday and Tuesday. Or in the middle of the night. Or after they had breakfast on Saturday, or before he was at her apartment on Sunday afternoon. Or maybe on Sunday night. Or those couple of times he went out for business meetings. But one of those times he took his assistant. He could be dating his assistant? But Peck is dating Pia in accounting, isn’t he?

Day 28: “Enough! I heard enough.” (High School AU Part 1) read on Tumblr / read on AO3

She’d have clocked him on the head for daring to dictate their colour scheme, if he hadn’t already told her before that blue goes well with her eyes. One of the weird things he’s been saying recently. Or maybe not so weird, in light of even more recent events.

Day 29: “I’m doing this for you.” (High School AU Part 2) read on Tumblr / read on AO3

“Well.” Jaime wraps his fingers around her upper arm. “There’s other things we can do.” “Oh.” Brienne looks around at the shelves upon shelves of books. “Like… read?”

Day 30: “I’m with you, you know that.” (Office AU Part 9) read on Tumblr / read on AO3

Stuff. It’s a juvenile word, and he can imagine Tyrion giving him a look. But he supposes what they’ve done so far has been—innocent, in relative terms. Just kissing. And touching. And looking. It’s chaste, compared to—but it’s also not. Not in the way his lips travel down her neck, the way her hands slip beneath his shirt, the way their exhalations mingle.

Day 31: “Scared? Me?” (Modern AU Day 1 Part 2) read on Tumblr / read on AO3

“Okay! Do you love me?” “I don’t know!” There’s too much shouting, and towels, and this is all moving very quickly. “I only just got around to admitting to myself that I like you!” “That’s fine! I can live with that!”

[allourheroes]

fic: Unsanctioned Sleepovers [Teen Wolf]

~1700 words. More of the sheriff dealing with Derek and Stiles.

Sequel to this and this. [ ao3 ]

NEW: Tumblr Series Link

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1

It’s the morning after the whole debacle at the school and, although his life has been shaken, Sheriff Noah Stilinski hopes today will go better. It should be a normal weekday so long as word hasn’t gotten around.

As he sips at his coffee, he thinks of what to say if it has, but he’s really hoping to delay those conversations. Permanently, if possible.

When the clock on the microwave tells him it’s 7:15 and he hasn’t seen Stiles, he marches up the stairs and pops open the door. “Stiles—” And he stops because Derek Hale is sitting in the corner while Stiles gets ready.

“Hey, Dad. Don’t worry, I’m not gonna be late.”

In his periphery, Noah sees Derek raise an eyebrow.

“And why is he here?”

Stiles scoffs at him. “Come on, Dad. You already know about me and Derek. What’s the point in pretending he’s not gonna stay over?”

Noah gapes at his son, can feel his forehead throbbing at this logical fallacy Stiles has just stated.

“I’m leaving,” Derek announces, and he starts toward the window before Stiles calls him back.

“Doors, Derek. Use them.”

Noah clears his throat uncomfortably. “Seconded.” Then, he turns away because Stiles is kissing Derek goodbye and although he literally found out yesterday how much more they do, it’s still disconcerting.

Derek brushes past him and trots down the stairs, leaving Noah to stare after him.

“Just because I know doesn’t mean he stays.”

Stiles looks at him consideringly for a moment, then laughs.

He’s out the door before Noah can think of a comeback.

Is this his life now?

2

Sheriff Noah Stilinski tries very hard not to work Saturday mornings. He and Stiles both get to sleep in, eat breakfast, and grunt at each other.

As the father of a teenager, it’s the best one can hope for sometimes.

He ambles down the stairs, stretching his aching neck as he goes, and starts to smell cinnamon and maple in the air—which means it’s a special day because Stiles usually tells him a sweet breakfast is a quick trip to diabetes.

Something besides the smell of food drifts to him: the sound of Stiles’s voice.

“Come on, dude. That was funny.”

Before he enters the kitchen, he braces himself.

Yep. Derek Hale is pouring batter into their waffle iron. But he’s fully clothed and he and Stiles aren’t touching, so it could be worse.

He’d like to think that Derek just arrived to make breakfast, but he’s unfortunately not that naive.

“Good morning,” Derek says, without turning.

“Derek apparently likes making waffles,” Stiles explains and he’s handing Noah a cup of coffee. “So you get waffles. This once! Don’t think there isn’t kale in the fridge with your name on it.”

“Uh-huh,” Noah says. Because he’s processing. The paper is already on the table and he flips through it for a moment, waiting for his brain to switch on. Then, there’s a plate being slid in front of him and he takes a bite without thinking.

He stops. He folds down the newspaper to see both Stiles and Derek staring at him.

“It’s good,” he says, mouth still full.

Stiles looks vaguely skeptical, but then he nods. “Huh.”

Noah notes Derek’s glare in Stiles’s direction.

“I’m not trying to poison you,” Derek growls and Stiles holds up his hands in supplication.

“Hey, buddy, no one said you were. But maybe like a little? Subconsciously?”

“Maybe if he hadn’t stayed over, you wouldn’t have to ask if he was trying to poison you,” Noah says.

“Good one,” Stiles replies with a laugh, and he steals a waffle just as Derek plates it.

“Good waffle.” And Noah Stilinski has to determine if getting to eat delicious waffles is more important than an ex-suspect sleeping over in his son’s bedroom.

Just this once, he’ll keep the rest of his criticisms to himself.

3

Noah wakes up, wipes his bleary eyes and heads to the bathroom, only to hear water running. He grunts, heads down to the coffee pot instead.

About ten seconds later, he hears footsteps on the stairs...but the pipes are groaning so the shower is still on. He peeks out from the kitchen to see Stiles rustling through one of his jackets—haphazardly strewn and then re-strewn across the back of the couch.

“Stiles?”

Stiles’s feet are already three steps back up the stairs. “Oh. Hey, Dad.”

“You’re here,” Noah says.

Stiles’s brows furrow. “Yeah?”

Noah raises an eyebrow. “Then who’s in the bathroom?”

“Derek,” Stiles says matter-of-factly.

“Why?”

“He smelled like wet dog. I don’t know if the shower will actually help, but.” He shrugs.

“It’s seven in the morning and Derek Hale is in our shower,” Noah says slowly. In the background, besides the pipes, he can hear coffee brewing.

Stiles looks at him like he’s being obtuse, but Noah will take it. “...Yeah?”

“Why is Derek Hale in our shower at seven in the morning?” Noah rephrases.

“He stank.” Stiles waits, but when his dad says nothing else, he jogs back upstairs.

“It’s seven in the morning and Derek Hale is in our shower,” he repeats. This shouldn’t be a thing. He should put a stop to the thing. “I’ll deal with it after coffee,” he tells himself.

He doesn’t.

4

Sheriff Stilinski arrives home at three in the morning, practically stumbling through the door in his exhaustion. He should go to bed. He knows he should go to bed...but the couch is calling.

Just a few minutes, he tells himself. Then he’ll haul himself to his actual bed.

Unfortunately, the couch is already occupied.

Stiles is half-draped over Derek, drooling onto his chest, and one of Derek’s arms is curled around Stiles while the other dangles limply off the couch.

It would almost be sweet if they weren’t who they are.

He clears his throat, gives one of Stiles’s feet a nudge. Stiles barely wakes, looking confused, but Derek’s eyes are wide and he’s alert and Noah doesn’t know if it’s a werewolf thing or a broken person thing and that would hurt if the situation were different.

There are a lot of if onlys in his life right now.

“Alright, kids,” he announces, although it still edges into whisper territory. “Time to head out,” to Derek, “and head to bed,” to Stiles.

Stiles blinks, barely opening his eyes, shuts them again. “Mmkay,” he mumbles, and he jerks his head towards the stairs.

They shift and Noah thinks this is going to work, but then Derek is sliding one arm under Stiles’s shoulder and one arm his knees.

“Oh, hell,” Noah mutters, rubs his own tired eyes as Derek scoops Stiles up and carries him upstairs.

At least it doesn’t seem like Stiles is up for anything other than sleeping. And Derek, well. Derek had been sleeping, too. Maybe he shouldn’t be driving. Or running. Or teleporting or however it is he gets to their house.

“I don’t condone this,” he says, but it’s not very effective.

Sheriff Stilinski sits down on the couch and it’s warm and comfortable...and he falls asleep there.

5

“Stiles, for the love of—“

The shout is followed by a series of banging noises and a hiss of pain. Then there are doors being opened, the bathroom’s then Stiles’s.

“What’s up?” Stiles asks, sitting at his computer like he’s not the Antichrist—which Noah knows is an unfair thing to think after the possession but that thought is pushed so far back it’s nonexistent with his current woe.

Noah Stilinski takes a deep, less-calming-than-it-should-be breath and gestures back. “If you leave lube on the bathroom counter, it makes it very difficult for me to feign ignorance about what is happening in my house.” His voice is strained taut, like it could snap with him.

Stiles’s eyes bug out. “Sorry, Dad. Totally forgot about that.”

Noah takes a step forward, catches Stiles’s gaze flickering to the corner and back—he’s willfully ignorant, damn it—and points to his own face. “See this?”

Stiles squints. “No?”

“This is a cut. I cut myself shaving. Because of the thing in the bathroom. The thing on the counter that shouldn’t have been on the counter for me to find.”

“I don’t see anything,” Stiles tries.

“There are many things I wish I didn’t see, Stiles.” He glares. “You’re going to clean that entire bathroom. Today.”

Stiles opens his mouth like he’s going to argue, then sighs. “Okay.”

Noah softens slightly, lets out his own sigh. “Derek can help.”

He leaves without thoroughly investigating just where Derek might be or his state of dress.

+1

The pack meetings are a regular-irregular thing. Not everyone can always make it and sometimes they’re not entirely useful or productive, but Scott thinks it’s worth a shot and today they’re at his house. It’s weird.

But sometimes people bring snacks and Stiles gets to then eat their snacks. That part is pretty sweet, not that he wouldn’t show up to support Scott anyway. Usually he also gets to have uncomfortable no-Derek-and-I-aren’t-banging time, but Derek isn’t at the meeting today; he’s back at the loft, Skyping Cora, which is incredibly sweet to Stiles.

Scott is trying to explain why it’s important to all be on the same page and Stiles is exchanging glances with everyone only to point at Scott and nod in support, but then something starts buzzing.

A phone is ringing and Stiles scrabbles to pull it free from his pocket. “Sorry,” followed quickly by, “Hey, Dad.”

“What are you up to?”

Stiles clears his throat, moves a few steps away so he’s not in the middle of everything. Instead on the side. Where all the supernaturals can still hear him but he can pretend he’s not being rude. “Not much. Normal stuff.”

He hears his dad scoff on the other end of the line. “‘Normal stuff,’” he repeats. “Well, I assume that means tonight will be what you call a normal night with the, uh, three of us?”

Stiles hums, very aware that everyone is listening keenly now. “Mmmmyep.”

His dad sighs. “I almost bought Derek a toothbrush today. I’m losing my mind. Make sure he brings one next time he comes over. He can even leave it here. I don’t like the idea of him not keeping up with his hygiene.”

“I...will do that,” Stiles agrees readily, and he swallows. “Alright. Love you. Bye.”

Everyone is staring at him.

“So,” Stiles says. “Back to business?”