#I haven't been able to stop thinking about scream 6

[ddagent]

JD AUs: The small coastal town of Babylon is rocked by the murders of Aria Tensus and Kiron Maray, so soon after the unsolved slaying of Ganya Ivanov. Deputy John Sheridan finds himself thrust into the investigation, concerned for both his community and his surrogate little sister, Susan. But while dedicated to bringing this shadow to justice, John is, however, distracted by the arrival of journalist Delenn Mir, back in Babylon to investigate these murders herself. 

#b5edit #john x delenn #dd: edits #ship: john x delenn #I haven't been able to stop thinking about scream 6 #so here we go #john x delenn aus

[blouisparadise]

Upon request, today we have a rec list of fics where Louis, Harry, or both of them have pets. This is a great group of fics, so please be sure to check them all out and show the authors some love! If you enjoy our rec lists, please also like and reblog this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Maple | Mature | 5,255 words

Prompt 30: Louis is crazy about animals, so Harry is determined to get him all the pets he wants even if they are unconventional, like a baby goat. Louis is over the moon when they get to adopt a goat family, but there’s one little problem, and that is the goat not liking Harry…or even letting him get close to Louis. At first it’s all endearing fun and games, but when it starts affecting their sex life and Harry’s dick feeling neglected, he’s determined to try win over the goat so he let him be with Louis. It’s easier said than done - who knew goats could screech that loudly? (Tip: google goat screaming to get an idea how loud.) ***Change to a cow, I hope that is okay.

2) At The End Of My Rope | Mature | 5,608 words

"Baby?" Harry mumbles, voice laced with sleep and a shiver goes through Louis at hearing the term. He hasn't called him that in so long, in that voice and, clearly, even Louis' body fucking misses it. "Did you cheat on me?" Louis finds himself asking. If he's being honest it's more so he can see Harry's reaction, than a genuine question, but what has he got to lose? Sure enough, Harry's face changes from sleepy to the most incredulous look Louis' ever seen on him. He actually looks terrified, all wide eyes, mouth gaping like he can't believe Louis would even assume that and Louis would laugh at it, but he's so done with the way Harry's been acting, he just wants to know what the hell's going on.

3) If This Room Was Burning | Explicit | 8,629 words

Where Louis' cat gets stuck on the roof and Harry is the firefighter who ends up saving her.

4) I Built This Bed For Two (I Built This Bed For Me and You) | Explicit | 8,942 words

Harry and Louis broke up after uni and haven't seen each other since—until they're roped into doing a Buzzfeed video together. Featuring awkward cuddling and a reunion that just needed a kick in the arse, gleefully provided by Niall.

5) Glistening Under The Sun (You’re My Honey Soaked Love) | Mature | 8,996 words | Sequel

“Oh Petal,” he picks her up nuzzling the top of her head with his cheek as she nibbles on the lavender, “How lucky are we? I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy, the only thing we have to be sad about is that soon I won’t be able to hold you like this,”

6) Candle Wax & Polaroids On The Hardwood Floor | Explicit | 13,082 words

Prompt 463: Clumsy modern witch Louis AU where he accidentally gives his roommate Harry a love potion and he has a crisis because he thinks he will get in trouble with the law for technically poisoning someone and Harry’s heart eyes aren’t helping.

7) A Vivid And Wistful Melody | Explicit | 13,137 words

"Slowly, he takes his violin out of its case, listens for a few more minutes to Louis’ flute, before joining him as best as he could. The flute stops for a few seconds, and Harry imagines Louis blinking cutely, taken aback, before huffing with a smile, and starting to play again, on a suddenly far happier tune. Harry closes his eyes as he twirls around the living room, violin in hand and music filling the air. He pictures Louis doing the same in his own flat while being careful as to not step on his cat. Somehow, even with heavy eyes and tired limbs, this is the happiest Harry has ever felt in years."

8) Absolutely Smitten | Mature | 20,120 words

Louis is walking his dog. Harry is walking his cat. Leashes get tangled, and feelings too.

9) I Didn't Fall For You (You Fucking Tripped Me) | Explicit | 20,681 words

These days Louis tends to steer clear of dating alphas. He’s dated too many knotheads in his time, and he’s ready to just focus on school and his friends and his pet monitor lizard, of course. Too bad the alpha next door won’t take a hint and stop using the worst pick up lines of all time on him. He’s really got to stop laughing with him--and talking to him and walking to class with him and letting him bring him coffee and tea and gifts for his lizard and watching Netflix together and...

10) Nocturnal Creatures Are Not So Prudent | Mature | 24,558 words

Louis is a white witch with a little black cat named Hemlock and a best human friend Liam (they're a lot like Samantha Stephens and Louise Tate). When he's dragged out to a new club Liam's heard about from a friend and classmate, Louis comes face to face with that which witches do not touch: a charming vampire by the name of Harry.

11) Weightless | Explicit | 25,332 words

Harry is the best dragon racer the world has ever seen and Louis is an almost-vet who feels like he is carrying the weight of the world.

12) A Common Place Affliction | Explicit | 36,508 words

“You should go home,” Louis muses, and Harry can feel the omega crouch down to become eye level with Harry, poking his cheek with a dainty finger. Harry lifts his arm, taking a peek at Louis’ face. Louis looks tired, he notes, but not exhausted, and there’s an eyelash stuck to his cheek. Harry doesn’t hesitate to lazily reach out and thumb over his cheek. “Can’t,” Harry croaks, blindly twisting his hand around to grab at Louis’ offending finger and just holding it. “C’mere. Take a nap with me,” he asks after a beat, opening an eye to look at Louis. Louis raises an eyebrow. “M’not going to nap with you in the middle of the ER, H.” Sighing, Harry squeezes the young nurse’s finger. “Nobody cares.” He knows they do; they’ll annoy nurses and probably worry patients when they catch sight of a nurse and surgeon sleeping on the job. Let alone in the middle of the emergency ward hallway. Harry can hear the complaints now: ‘these are the people we’re supposed to trust with our lives?’

13) You Wish I Was Yours And I Hope That You're Mine | Explicit | 36,992 words

The one where Harry's a bit strange and Louis doesn't give up easily. Of course, they fall in love.

14) Give Me Love | Explicit | 41,041 words

Louis doesn't feel like a good omega, Harry doesn't remember how to be an alpha, and they figure it out together.

15) This Glass House | Mature | 43,072 words

While deployed, Alpha Harry gets injured by an IED explosion, leaving him to deal with severe injuries in its devastating aftermath. During his road to acceptance and recovery he learns with the help of Louis and their children just how important family can be for the mind, body, and soul.

16) Breakable Heaven | Mature | 44,594 words

“What do you think?” Louis gets captured by Harry’s green eyes, unable to look away or even take a breath. “I think you’re the most magnificent creature I’ve ever met.” “You must not have met many creatures then.” Harry’s eyes glance downward to Louis’ lips and his tongue darts out to wet his own. “None like you.”

17) Yesterday Came Suddenly | Explicit | 48,504 words

They don’t talk about it. The way Harry deflects any and all questions about his past and Louis pretends he isn’t confused or hurt by it. The way Harry keeps a distance between them and Louis acts like he can’t see it creating a wall between them. The way Harry doesn’t always answer honestly and Louis goes along with it as if he can’t tell. They don’t talk about it. Harry knows Louis feels like he doesn’t know him well enough, and it pains him. It pains him every time Louis gets that look on his face that’s a mixture of disappointment, frustration, and confusion. And sometimes, self-blame. It pains him because Louis is wrong. Because even though there is a lot Louis doesn’t know about him, there is so much that he does. He knows what Harry is like at his most vulnerable: curled up on this bed with him in the dark where it’s safest. He knows Harry in a way no one else does.

18) So Much We Didn’t Say | Mature | 53,584 words

Harry’s near fatal accident exposed the cracks in his and Louis’ eleven year marriage. A serious error in judgement by Louis shattered it completely.

19) Secret's Safe With Me | Explicit | 59,208 words

When bad turbulence and three glasses of wine have Louis spilling all of his secrets to the man sitting next to him on the plane, it's embarrassing, sure, but it's also easy enough to shrug off and block out of his memory forever. Or at least, it was until Louis went into work on Monday morning and realized that the man from the plane is the new CEO of his company.

20) Tug-Of-War | Explicit | 63,000 words

Louis' husband dies suddenly and he is left with nothing. Well, not really nothing. He has Harry. And a St. Bernard puppy named Link, whom his late husband left behind for him. Louis takes care of Link and Harry takes care of Louis. Everything is okay until suddenly, it isn't.

21) Sweet Creature | Explicit | 78,282 words

Prompt: "You're having a nightmare and I feel bad because you're trembling and crying so I crawl into bed with you and hold you so you feel safe, but in the morning you wake up with my arms around you and you're really confused and embarrassed."

22) Elysian | Mature | 81,886 words

Harry is running out of time to fall in love, but with Louis, it seems as if there’s all the time in the world.

23) Beautiful War | Mature | 103,379 words

Five years ago, Louis was nearly the next victim in a string of murders plaguing Portland, Oregon. He managed to escape and the Angel Killer was apprehended and sent to prison. Now, Louis' a best-selling author that assists state police with minor cases. He still suffers from the events of the days he'd been held hostage, but he's found ways to cope. That is, until the killings start up again. A body was found in the woods. A body that bared the same signature the media had dubbed: The Angel of Death. Special Agent Harry Styles leads the case, and he doesn't buy into the clairvoyant bullshit that Louis spewed to save face five years ago. He's certain that Louis Tomlinson was involved. Until they meet, and they're both left questioning everything they'd thought to be true.

24) Only You Can Be My Alpha | Explicit | 212,387 words

In a world where one was either an Alpha or an Omega wolf, Louis found himself in a body that could be neither. Born an Omega without the expected characteristics of one, he felt broken, choosing to live as Alpha a lifestyle as he could. Harboring a serious lack of respect for Alphas and their authority complexes, Louis managed to get himself banished from his home, forced to wander the unforgiving woods for years, facing the elements and fighting enemy rogues each time they arose. Unbeknownst to Louis, in a tribe to the southwest of his home, there lived a dysfunctional Alpha, the orphaned pack leader Harry, who had never felt satisfied enough with anyone to settle down and continue his royal line. Living their lives apart thus far, the both of them assumed that they might be alone forever, making the best of things despite this even though it hurt. Chance, luck, or maybe fate brings Louis to this tribe when he’d least expected to receive kindness and shelter from a stranger, and when he arrives, something in his soul pulls him to Harry like a raging river current. The two don’t get off to a good start, but everyone around them can sense the chemistry—and in time they do too.

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[haydensky01]

Obey me! Sleeping with Lucy. Traumatized MC

Attention: Not short attention span friendly.

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Truth is, since last week when Cerberus found itself free from its chains and wondered in the house following the scent of the only human there to attack it, you have been very traumatized.

It didn't matter that Lucifer saved you and put the creature back into its prison. Fact is, it was all last second. And you had that long long time within that one second terror face to face with the three headed dog glazing at you charging his firy breath about to tear you up. Needless to say, you haven't been able to go passed that moment.

Since that day, you'd make sure to never be alone especially at night. But a fact deep within wasn't making you any less terrified. After all, you saw how everyone of them hasn't been able to tame Cerberus or push it away from you till he nearly killed you. Everyone except Lucifer.

Lucifer and you share a respectful relationship. Almost professional. He, after all, is the Morning Star. The first born. And Diavolo's right hand. And since you came here, several months ago, you only had responsabilities and committments bounds.

You admired him. You respected him. But also, you liked him. There is no denying that. He was so handsome, so calm, so reliable. You feel like even a smile from him could charge you in energy for days. And knowing his importance and status, you being aware of the feelings you started growing towards him, makes you awkward around him. Avoiding eye contact, talking none sense sometimes, laughing about everything. Even at punishments when Mammon gets you on board in some stupid things.

Howerver, tonight is diffrent. Tonight, you are seriously terrified. You can't dare close your eyes. The smell of aches in Cerburus surrounds you. The 6 red eyes seem to stare at you in every corner of your room and you could hear the beast scream resonates in your soul. You need safety. You need security. You need Lucifer.

Heading to his study in the library you couldn't believe you were about to ask the first born to stay with him all night. You make it till his desk. Here he was working. Overworking. a pile of files and papers surrounding him from everywhere.

"What is it that brings you here at this hour? Is Asmo harassing you again?"

"... N-No, no. I just needed something .. I.."

He interupts you mid sentence: "Ah, is there anything more you needed for the festival preparation? Here, Take this list." He hands you a paper. "This is the list where the festival's needs are mentionned from my part. You can add anything you forgot about in it. I will make sure Diavolo has it appoved by tomorrow."

"... T-Thank you .. But .."

"Don't worry." He interups agains. "Diavolo has you on his good terms. I am sure he'll grant you some more." He says without taking his eyes off of the papers on the desk.

You take few seconds to think. "I just wanted to stay in the study with him. nothing else" You think to yourself.

"This is taking you a moment. Planning to add some more things now that we know the Young Prince won't say no? Be wise asking MC, Diavolo isn't here to spoil." Lucifer added from afar.

You look at the paper and write: "Could you please check if Cerberus is well chained tonight?". You put the paper on the corner of the desk and leave.

Back to your room (running) you close the door and hope he will see your message. You get on your bed and start counting sheeps. Maybe this will distract you. The thoughts of the beast comes and goes as you don't stop moving in your bed. Then tears came up. You hung on your pillow and cried undlessly.

An hour later, you still haven't slept but all the crying made you so exhausted you feel yourself doze off. As your breath slows and your eyes get heavier, you hear your door opens. Your heart skips a beat and your body freezes, eyes tightly shut in fear. And then you smell him. the vison of aches and fire dissipes as you recognize the perfume of Lucifer. A heavy spicy yet sweet scent of fruit and earth. The scent fills your entire room and envelops your whole body. It calms you down. You hear footsteps towards your bed. And this is when you realize. Lucifer is in your room. few steps away. Your heart pounds yet you don't make yourself known as awake. You hear him take off his coats that he puts on your chair. You hear him heading to your bed barefoot. when did he even take off his shoes? A moment after your bed goes down under the weight of the demon and your cover is lifted as a worm and big body lays next to you from behind. The smell imprinted your soul by now. A hand throws to your side of the bed 2 gloves, a tie and a gilet. His arm slides under your neck gently then comes back to rest on your upper shoulder while his other goes around your abdomen.

"I apologise ... I will never let anyone nor anything ever harm you." He says in the quite of your room.

Is this really Lucifer by your ear? on your bed? Against your body? under your covers? The serious, strict, scary, professional Lucifer?

"I can't bare seeing the bags under your eyes at every breakfest after the incident. Nor your pale face ... For how long haven't you slept my love?"

Your face is fire red now. Does he know you're awake? Wait, did he just call you HIS LOVE? ~Do I have to respond?????~

"I don't even remember." You finally say in a broken tired voice.

"Have you been crying?" He realizes to your voice. "Oh MC ..." He commented as he hugged you tighter.

"I sent a raven to the Castle. I declared personal affairs for the next two days. I sent another one to the school as well. They won't be expecting us coming couple days either. Would it be enough? would it be acceptable if we remained sleeping just like this for the next two days?"

"What about the boys?"

Lucifer smirked at the thought of his brothers. "I casted a spell on them. no one is waking up before two days at least."

You let a gasp of surprise out as you turn looking to Lucifer in astonishment. His hand on your waist makes its way up to your face. "You would be scared to know the extent of things I would do for you". He says in a tender yet firm eye contact.

As you look at him, you know he isn't exagerating. Missing on Diavolo's meeting, missing school and casting a spell on his brothers ... You knew he meant every word he said.

"Turn around, rest your head on my chest princess."

Your body obeys without leaving time to your mind to comprehend the order. As you put your head on his heart he caresses your back and you fall asleep to his last words.

"I imprinted a key to my room on your right palm. I am the one who will spoil you to the core. Your bed now is my heart and nowhere else".

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#lucifer x reader #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me #obey me imagines #obey me lucifer #obey me fanfic

[justagirl-with-aphone]

~Babysitting with Bakugo~

Bakugo x gn!reader

You really didn't mean for this to happen. Kids run around the house screaming, while you're chasing after them trying to keep them safe and get them to settle down. You ESPECIALLY didn't want to drag your poor boyfriend into this mess.

~A few hours prior~

"Thank you so much y/n! I haven't been able to go on a date with my husband in MONTHS!" Your friend Shoko exclaims while bringing her 4 kids inside.

"This is mommy's friend, be nice to her, she's going to watch you for a few hours." The woman crouched down to talk to the kids. There was a pair of twins, an older boy, maybe about 6, and a little baby girl. This should be fun, you sighed.

You thought you could handle it. You expected it to be a walk in the park. 'people watch kids all the time and they don't seem too stressed.' How wrong you were. What your friend failed to mention were the kid's quirks...

The twins had the ability to teleport, meaning it was hard enough to keep an eye on them. On top of their inability to stay in one place for too long, they were little troublemakers. Knocking down vases and sprinting outside. They were enough as is.

The older boy had the ability to go invisible. Meaning that it was practically IMPOSSIBLE to find him. You saw where the twins learned to be such a menace because this little shit was worse than both of them. Tripping you, setting up traps, breaking things, lighting things on fire...

And there still was the baby girl, while she didn't have a quirk yet, she was just as needy as any baby is, with constant attention, needing to be fed, changing diapers, etc.

You were in WAYYY over your head, how were you supposed to manage all 4 kids at once? You didn't want to ruin your friend's night with how happy she was when you offered to watch her kids. But you needed someone to help, you were overwhelmed and stressed out. 'wait.' you paused panicking, pulling out your phone and dialing a certain blondie's number.

Within 10 minutes, your boyfriend was at your door. He was filled in on the situation over the phone and laughed, thinking you were overreacting. He was proved wrong when a rock flew out your window, and almost hit him.

Letting himself in, he went to find you. Kids running around, and you trying to catch them is the sight he was greeted with.

"Katsuki, thank god! Stop standing there and help!! To find the oldest, you should be able to find him with your freaky hero senses." You sighed exasperated.

It only took 2 hours. Only took 2 hours for the kids to finally wear themselves out. Only 2 hours for you and Katsuki to catch them and put them to sleep on the couch. You sat on the couch, the older boy's head on your lap and the twins cuddled up with each other. Your sleeping boyfriend held the passed-out little girl in his arms, truly a sight for sore eyes. He cradled her and gently rocked her even in his sleep. You may have or may have not snapped a few photos to tease him with later. You truly didn't mean for it to turn out like this, but you weren't mad about it in the end.

I just got done babysitting 4 little gremlins and I was wondering how Bakugo and his s/o would react to a house full! Hope you enjoyed:)

#~girliewrites~ #mha #bnha #bakugo #mha fluff #bakugo x you #bnha fluff #bakugo x y/n #bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugo fluff #babysitting #fluff #bakugo fic #bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugou #katsuki #katsuki bakugou #bakugo x reader #bakugo fanfic

[illuminatedquill]

Sabine Wren: The Cave (PART ONE)

Story Summary:

Takes place one month after the Ahsoka finale. Sabine Wren, stranded on Peridea after Thrawn's escaspe, continues her Jedi training under the tutelage of her master, Ahsoka Tano.

Troubling visions plague her sleep, leading her to a nearby cave that overflows with Force energy. At her master's suggestion, she ventures inside - leading to a confrontation with the darkness rising within her . . .

(Part One)

"Let me get this straight," said Sabine. "You want me to do what inside the weird, dark cave?"

Her master, Ahsoka Tano, stood across from Sabine, arms crossed in her typical fashion. "I want you to go inside. There's a pool of water hidden near the back. Take off your armor and submerge yourself in it."

Sabine stared at Ahsoka. "Is this a funny way of telling me I smell?"

Ahsoka smiled and shook her head. "No, Sabine. I'm not asking you to take a bath."

The younger woman sniffed. "Okay, good. Because it's the Howlers that stink and we ride them everyday, so even if I did smell it's because of them."

They'd been travelling around with the nomadic Noti, the strange crab like people that Ezra had found shelter with, for about a month now. In the distance, far to the north, a beam of light emanated from a mountain top. Every day they grew a little closer to it- and so did their enemy, Baylan Skoll; Ahsoka could sense his presence.

Even from this distance, the beam of light made Sabine uneasy. The Force felt . . . intense, was the only word she could think of to describe it. Like a mighty waterfall of unfiltered, raw energy that grew louder and louder with each step closer. It pressed against her newfound Force senses, almost a physical pressure in it's own right.

Other than their travels, there wasn't much to do. Sabine continued her training and took turns with her master scouting around the land for any other traces of life.

Mysteriously, the bandits that had attacked Sabine during her first foray on Peridea had vanished. There were signs of their encampment here and there but, otherwise, it was like they had completely vanished.

Sabine had a bad feeling about it. Ahsoka shared the feeling but, for now, it was somewhat of a relief that they didn't have to worry about another attack.

The T-6 shuttle cockpit was silent as Sabine worked through her thoughts. She rubbed at her eyes, feeling suddenly tired despite the day still being young.

She focused through the mental fog. "The weird cave I found was strong in the Force."

Ahsoka was silent, watching her. The Jedi padawan continued, "I've been having bad dreams."

"Force visions, Sabine," corrected her master.

"Visions are supposed to show you something, right?" Sabine snapped back. "All I see are snapshots: fire. Screaming. And - "

She stopped herself, not wanting to say the rest.

Ezra. Falling to a shadowy figure with an orange-red blade.

The image stabbed deep into her heart, like a sliver of ice. Every night, the same dream.

And it just kept digging, deeper and deeper.

She wanted it to stop. Nothing ever before had scared her so much, to where the fear ached in her bones; lined her every breath.

Ahsoka was silent for a moment longer before replying. "The Force is trying to tell you something, Sabine. You're not letting it in."

Annoyance crept into the younger woman's retort. "I thought I had. With Ezra, on top of the Thrawn's fortress! I saved his life."

Her master sighed deeply. "It was an impressive display of strength. But it might have been because Ezra was in danger that you unlocked your potential."

Sabine locked eyes with the older woman. "You're saying I can't do it on my own."

Ahsoka shrugged. "You haven't been able to manifest much since he went home. That is a fact."

It was a bitter truth to swallow, but Sabine acknowledged it. She still struggled with the Force; she could barely lift one of the Noti with her full concentration and that winded her like nothing else.

She hung her head. "It's still so hard. So hard."

Ahsoka knelt beside her and gave a hug. Sabine leaned into it, feeling Ahsoka's care and affection and strength flowing into her through the Force.

"I know it is, Sabine. But you're still fighting. The process may seem slow and arduous, but I promise that you are making progress. It's there. I see it."

The simple acknowledgement and encouragement lifted Sabine's heart.

After soaking it in for a few more moments, Sabine pulled away. "So, you think taking a bath in this cave will help me sleep?"

Ahsoka laughed. "Sure."

The Jedi padawan stood up. "Well, let's get to it. I'll grab some soap and we'll be on our way."

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Mid-afternoon, they arrived at the cave.

Sabine had discovered it during one of her earlier scouts; a foreboding sense of gloom and melancholy had tugged at her through the Force. She followed it until the cave appeared, just beyond the crest of a hill.

The opening jutted out of the otherwise barren landscape, like some huge mega-shark breaching the ocean waves to swallow it's prey. The rock was some kind of obsidian, but there was an odd sheen to it that gave a sense that it was almost . . . glowing.

Inside that gaping mouth you could see nothing; it was all shadow.

The Howlers shuffled nervously in front of the mouth, clearly eager to be away from this place.

The two Jedi disembarked and walked to the opening.

Ahsoka gestured forth. "This is where I leave you, my padawan."

Sabine swallowed, a gesture thankfully hidden by her helmet. "You're, uh, not coming with me?"

"This is your journey. You must take it alone."

Great. Off into the spooky cave all by myself.

She missed Ezra terribly in that moment. She always missed him.

I missed you, he said during their battle in Thrawn's fortress. His eyes sparkled when he spoke the words.

Sabine wished she had said it back. That, and so much more.

She felt a tapping on her shoulder and came out of her reverie.

"Huh?"

"I said," Ahsoka replied, "to take only what you need." Her tone was scolding, but there was an undercurrent of amusement in it.

"Okay. And what do I need?"

Ahsoka smiled and said, "Well. What do you think you need?"

Sabine rolled her eyes. "I'm a Mandalorian. I want all the weapons I can get."

"You're not just a Mandalorian, anymore. You are a Jedi."

"Jedi-in-training," Sabine corrected. "But I think I get the point. You want me to leave my weapons behind."

"I don't want you to do anything, Sabine. If you think your blasters and lightsaber are needed for the cave, then go ahead and take them."

"Great!" said Sabine, cheerfully. "Then I'll do just that."

Ahsoka sighed and crossed her arms in annoyance.

Sabine frowned. "I'm sorry, Master. Let's compromise."

The younger woman reached into her pocket and took out a bar of soap.

"I'll leave the soap. Happy?"

The older Jedi aimed a kick at Sabine's leg. She leapt out of the way with a flourish before jogging into the cave's opening.

Just before the darkness overtook her, Sabine took one last look at Ahsoka. Her arms were crossed (of course) and the older Jedi still maintained a smile, yet through the Force she felt her master's worry and . . . something else.

Fear. For her . . . or of her?

Only one way to find out.

She stepped into the shadows.

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She found the pool of water more quickly than she imagined.

The cave's darkness had proved empty - nothing stirred inside except the occasional drip of water from the ceiling above. Her lightsaber was held above, ignited, to ensure that she did not suffer any embarrassing falls on the way.

I am a brave Jedi padawan. I do not fear the darkness. Or rocks that will trip me and cause me to face plant.

Yet that overwhelming sense of gloom and . . . despair still permeated everything. It wasn't an oppressive sense, pushing against her like the strange beacon of light they were approaching.

No. The cave's Force aura felt more like a funeral shroud.

Sabine shivered and stared into the pool.

The water was clear as glass. The pool stretched wide and round, almost like the pools she'd seen in holos of how the Coruscant elite lived in their luxury apartment. Some sort of bioluminescence pulsed within its depths that sparked every now and then . . .

It almost looked like she was staring into the night sky.

Sabine poked a finger into the water. Cool, but not ice cold.

She sat on her haunches, thinking for a moment.

"Well," she muttered. "Better get to it."

She stood up and began to remove her armor. A short minute later, Sabine had on only her undergarments; her boots, blasters, jumpsuit, and Mandalorian armor lay neatly in a folded pile at the pool's edge.

The lightsaber she was still taking, though. The familiar grip of the weapon's hilt gave her a sense of comfort and surety that she sorely needed at the moment.

With a deep breath, Sabine waded into the pool.

Once it got chest deep, she adjusted stance to begin floating on her back.

Time passed as she stared into . . . nothing. She just felt the gentle lapping of the cool water against her body and the comfortable heft of the lightsaber in her hand.

Drowsiness began to overtake her. Sabine felt her eyelids starting to droop . . . began to feel herself starting to sink; she struggled to stay upright, but it was so easy to let go . . .

A voice came to her in the deep

and

dark.

You have gambled the fate of your galaxy on that belief.

It was true. She had. But Ezra had made it home.

Now see the consequences of your gamble. See what you have WROUGHT.

The dreams. The Force visions ripped through her -

she was drowning

Ezra, somewhere, yelling for her. Screaming her name with such anguish -

smoke, choking her lungs, filling it with ash

fire, scorching through city streets with the dead as its tinder

more yelling; orders being issued with the flat, filtered voice of storm-troopers cracking through the air

a screeching whistle - something exploding - but she waves a hand and the rocket is flung away with the Force -

blaster-fire ripping through the air, as she strides through the burning remains of Lothal. The capital city lay in ruins; buildings bombed and turned to rubble, far as the eye can see. Smoke and screams and fire filled the air, turning the sky into a blood-red orange.

The place of Thrawn's last defeat.

He made sure to be thorough this time, she thought.

wait, no, no, this can't be happening, where am I

A squad of stormtroopers awaited her at the encampment. Up ahead lay the governor's residence. Rebels lay entrenched inside, making their last stand against Thrawn's forces. It would take days to lay siege and break their hold.

But not for her. Not with the Force at her disposal.

Captain Enoch snapped to attention at her approach.

"Commander," he acknowledged in his robotic tone.

The warrior nodded to him in reply. "Report."

"The rebels are holding fast against our forces inside the governor's residence. It's built to withstand heavy weaponry and explosions. Our only option is to take it floor by floor, until we reach the top."

"And the governor? He is with them?"

Captain Enoch nodded. "On the top floor. He coordinates the remaining rebel forces."

"I see." She craned her neck skyward, taking it all in.

The governor's residence was in the shape of a needle with a flat oval disk perched on top that contained his personal quarters. She had always found it to be too eloquent for her taste, but the building's surprisingly resilient construction meant that there was only one way in or out.

Calculations formed in her head. The warrior nodded once to herself and set upon her plan.

"Have your men fall back, Captain. I will move to expedite this battle to it's conclusion."

The warrior sensed his confusion. "Is there a problem, Captain?"

"How do you plan on sieging the residence, Commander? By yourself?"

Inside her helmet, a grim smile formed.

"There will be no siege, Captain. Have your men stand back and wait for my signal."

Enoch saluted and issued the orders to his men. Without moments they dispersed.

Once they were far enough away, she began to reach out through the Force.

Mine. It will be mine. I will bring him to me.

She reached out, feeling the flat oval disk on top of the governor's residence. The presences inside were angry, scared, but still focused. She could hear Governor Azadi, passing along encouragement and still hammering away orders to what was left of the Lothal rebellion.

And, through the Force, she began to push down. Down on top of the governor's residence.

Metal screamed in protest - she found herself screaming, too, with the strain - and then began to buckle.

And governor's residence began to fall, being pushed down by the Force. The oval disk crushed the tower holding it aloft as it fell - and all the rebels who lay within it, caught unawares.

It landed with an explosion of dust and debris. She held out a hand; most of the rubble landed away from her, but the odd pebble still dinged on her armor.

For a moment, silence ruled. She studied her work, breathing hard from the exertion before reaching out -

Yes. The governor was still alive.

Impressive, old man.

Captain Enoch reached out on her comm link. "Your orders, Commander?"

Studying the rubble, she spotted some shapes moving through the fog. They were in no shape to fight, though.

"Sweep the wreckage and eliminate the survivors. But leave Governor Azadi to me."

The lightsaber ignited in the warrior's hand with it's customary snap-hiss. She walked forward into the remains, searching. Behind her, Captain Enoch and his men worked with ruthless efficiency to wipe out the remaining survivors; the occasional muffled scream silenced by the retort of a blaster bolt.

At last, she finally found him. Her quarry.

Legs trapped beneath a large section of shattered ceiling, Governor Azadi stared at her. Through the Force, she felt anger, righteous and bright, but no sense of despair; a sense of resignation that recognized that this was his End.

The warrior peered down at him, the light of her blade laying bare all his wounds and just how . . . old he looked. Battered, broken - it was hard to believe that she once looked up to this sad old man.

"It's you," he managed to get out through teeth gritted in pain. "It's really you."

He sounds so sad, she thought. But not for himself.

"Governor Azadi," she said. "Where are the Jedi?"

"I didn't want to believe it when he said. It couldn't be. Not you."

She said nothing. A twitch of her fingers, and the broken ceiling shifted.

Azadi yelled out in pain. She knelt down, this time holding the lightsaber closer to his neck.

"I can make this quick, Governor. Or I can make this last for what's left of your life. It's your choice."

The old man spat at her.

She twitched her fingers again. The rubble shifted. Azadi screamed, but his eyes never left her face.

"Traitor!" he cried out. "I will never kneel to the Empire! Never again!"

The warrior felt her patience run out and grabbed at his shirt. "Where are the Jedi? Where are Ahsoka Tano and Ezra Bridger?"

At last, that garnered a reaction. "Far from your master's gaze. You'll never find out."

Fury blossomed in her chest, burning throughout her body. She drew on the Force again and pulled him out of the wreckage.

He screamed as she dragged him, the ruin of his legs dragging limply behind. Finally, she stopped and faced him properly to the ruins of his residence.

"You see the wreckage, Governor? The remains of your once opulent house? You see the fire, smell the choking smoke, hear the screams of your people?"

Azadi let out a half-choked cry. At last, she felt the anguish begin to spread within him.

"We offered you peace. Your people lie in ruins, suffering or dead, all because you could not place your duty over your personal feelings! Because you were weak! Because you were selfish!"

She lifted him up, the Force holding him several feet off the ground.

"Do you feel the heat from the fire as it burns the life out of your planet, Governor? I hope so. It will be the last warmth you feel in this lifetime."

She pointed the hilt of her lightsaber at the old man's chest.

Before pressing the trigger, she heard him whisper. What she'd been waiting for, so, so desperately.

"He's waiting for you in his watchtower."

And then, he looked at her. So sad.

For her.

"It's still not too late. He can help you."

She needed nothing else. Wanted to hear nothing else; his pity gouged out a hole in her chest and it howled that she repay the wound his words dealt with the same.

The lightsaber ignited. Azadi sighed as the blade pierced his chest.

no, no, no, no STOP

His last words: "I'm sorry, Sabine."

Something wet streamed down her cheeks inside the helmet at his words. The warrior ignored it.

Moments passed in frozen glass. In the hell-scape of the fallen city, the warrior had a moment to reflect on the crumpled body of the former Governor.

Her gaze moved to outside the city; past the fires and battles raging. To where she knew Ezra's watchtower was located.

I should have guessed you'd be there, Ezra.

Captain Enoch stepped up to her and asked, "What are your orders, Commander?"

Sabine - the warrior - did not reply. But her lightsaber ignited once more, the snap-hiss producing the orange red blade dragging on the ground behind her: a single, sizzling red line that followed as she walked.

Towards home. For the last time.

(TO BE CONTINUED IN PART TWO)

#sabine wren #ezra bridger #sabezra #ezrabine #star wars #star wars rebels #ahsoka #my fic #fanfic #ahsoka show

[shan-yee]

𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 ; 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗

ᑕᕼᗩᖇᗩᑕTᗴᖇᔕ = Lo’ak, Neteyam and Spider

ᔕᑌᗰᗰᗩᖇY = if your relationship was a trope + music lyrics -Na’Vi reader-

ᗯᗩᖇᑎIᑎᘜ = None.

ᗩ/ᑎ = It's been a really long time since I've posted and I hope I haven't lost my touch ! If you have any headcanon or other ideas I'm all ears, I don't have much inspiration these days. (I also write about Scream 6 just in case-)

☟︎𝙇𝙤´𝙖𝙠☟︎

-So, I would tend to say that it is a mixture of childhood friends to lovers and enemies to lovers.

-I don't know why but I can see Lo'ak falling in love with a young Na'Vi who would like to tease him all the time throwing small spikes at him while looking down on him, and even if he would look annoyed deep down it wouldn't really bother him.

-Lo'ak realized his feelings when he started wanting you to bother him, before he would have jumped on you but then he started not reacting much or whispering in his beard , but that didn't stop him from fighting back in his own way

- « Hey idiot ! » You say. Lo'ak gritted his teeth unresponsive, straining as his ears moved slightly. « Why are you red ? » « I am not red ! » « Yes you are, don't fall in love dummy ! ». « Shut up ! »

-Who wanted some enemies to lovers ? "Secrets i have held in my heart, are harder to hide than i thought, maybe i just wanna be yours ?".

-These words go really well with the state of mind of Lo'ak who would surely be totally lost with his feelings and who would also have a little trouble admitting them, you will have to help him a little.

☟︎𝙉𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙮𝙖𝙢☟︎

-Clearly Childhood friends to lovers, honestly I wouldn't see any other trope for him.

-Neteyam won't take long to feel something for his friend who would always be by his side and who he grew up with, someone he absolutely trusts and who doesn't see him as just the next Olo'eyktan or the eldest of the Sullys.

-He understood that he loved you when he found himself always looking for you and being worried, he is by nature but his need to have you near him became much stronger and different than the one he feels for his sisters.

- « Son, are you okay ? » « Where's [y/n] ? » « I don't know, why ? You want to tell her something ? » « Huh ? No ! No, I just wanted to know… »

-Put some glitter in his life please...« I just don't wanna miss you tonight, and i don't want the world to see me, 'cause i don't think that they'd understand , when everything's made to be broken, i just want you to know who i am. »

-As I said before, Neteyam doesn't want you to see him as the next Olo'eyktan or the eldest Sully, he wants to show you the person he really is, someone you will surely be the only one to know.

☟︎𝙎𝙥𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧☟︎

-Ok I'm sure there would be drama- Forbidden loves a bit like Romeo and Juliet, but this is between a human and a Na'Vi.

-I can see Spider not being able to stop falling in love with a Na'Vi -who would be childhood friends with the Sullys-. The poor guy would be sad and would blame himself, knowing that a good part of the tribe considers him a foreigner and also because you are not of the same race.

- It was Kiri who tipped Spider off by commenting on the way he looked at you and his desire to be by your side or to protect you. However he rejected all her remarks not wanting anyone to know and especially not wanting to admit it to himself.

- « You love her right ? » Kiri asked. « What ? No ! Why would you think that !? » « Dunno…your eyes, i see a lot behind them. » « Stop talking nonsense. » « All right. »

-Okay hear me out ! « I spend to much time explainin' myself, i hope there's some time to change it, i can taste it, my heart's breakin', please don't say it. »

-Spider knows your relationship is next to impossible, why would you want a human like him ? You'll really have to show him your love and reassure him, but I'm sure it can work.

#atwow #atwow x reader #avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar x reader #avatar x you #lo’ak imagine #lo’ak x reader #neteyam x reader #neteyam x you #neteyam #spider x reader #miles socorro #atwow loak #loak #spider avatar

[canonicallyobserving911]

Fuck it Friday!

Fanonwriter2023 on AO3

Where CANON and FANON collide!

I was tagged by @spotsandsocks. Thank you for tagging me😁💕.

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Here's a snippet from an emotionally angsty WIP that's been in my drafts since before the end of season 6. I'm 3/4ths of the way done but I haven't finished it yet because every time I try to complete it, I have to stop because IT'S EDDIE DIAZ! HE IS BAE and I don't like to see him hurt. I'm working on it again and my goal is to finish and post it soon (hopefully within the next few days).

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Buck’s brain is spiraling as he tries to think of a way to keep Eddie alive.  He’s already taken off his turnout coat and pants to put pressure on Eddie's wound because it's bleeding more than it was before. Also, for the past ten minutes, Eddie’s been fading in and out of consciousness, he's been more out than in but Buck's trying not to think about what happens next since he can see Eddie's olive skin is even more drained of color than it was just a few minutes ago.

Buck leans in, he meets Eddie’s half-closed eyes and whispers, “I’m sorry I hurt you.”

Eddie gasps but it’s pained since he can’t really breathe anymore and even though his eye lids are heavy and he knows he's not going to be able to fight to stay alive much longer, he manages enough strength to respond. “I—I know you… didn’t mean to.”

Buck can no longer hold in the sob that's been trying to crawl its way out of his throat for the last 45 minutes. He hiccups and starts crying because he wants to go back so he can fix it. He wants to take it all back because he knows he didn’t mean what he said the day they were in the cemetery. He remembers the way he frivolously and haphazardly said Natalia is the only person who truly sees him but he knows that's not true since it never was and it never will be. He's always known Eddie’s the only person who sees him. Actually, Eddie, his Eddie knows him better than Maddie and he believes she knows that now too.

“Ed—die I… oh my God.”  He sobs then deeply inhales. Hot tears are rolling down his cheeks and his mind is screaming for him to say it before he won't have the chance.  “Eddie, I know you… see me but I—I’ve been too scared to admit it.  But now… I need to tell you that I lov...”

Eddie interrupts him.  “Shh... it’s ok… Bu-ck because I know you…”  He trails off as his eyes roll into the back of his head. 😭

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 on fox #911 fox #911onfox #911 abc #911 on abc #911 fanfic #buddie wip #christopher diaz #buddie fanfic #the buckley diaz family #Fanonwriter2023 on AO3 #Hiatus Reading #buckley diaz family

[nygmobblepot-trash]

Oswald has made a lot of bad choices in life. One of the biggest being freeing the Riddler. It isn't until Riddler complains of no one understanding him that sends him and Oswald in a drunken spiral. The only question is, who or what will come from this spiral? Will Oswald be able to reach Edward before Riddler cements his place as victor?

AN: I really hope people like this and it feels realistic. I feel like this how the big fight between Os, Riddler, and Ed would go. Also please watch the scene from s4ep14 where Oswald frees the Riddler. A lot of this mirrors that scene. I thought it would be poetic.

@angelhannah wanted to be tagged so here you are. 💓

Two men busted through the doors to Oswald Cobblepot's mansion. The taller one who entered the space first was taking extremely fast complaining about several things. The most important one being that no one understands and will never understand his genius. The shorter one slowly followed behind. He paid no attention to his partner ranting and made his way to the bar. A trail of water was left behind as the rainwater that clung to his clothes slid down his black coat and hair.

"Oswald you're making a mess." The taller man scolded while hanging up his wet hat and coat that were annoying an shade of green.

Oswald mumbled, "It's my house" as he lazily grabbed the first bottle he saw. Which happened to be an expensive bottle of whiskey. Riddler was too far away to notice Oswald staring at the bottle longer than normal. Nor did he notice the pained look that painted his face.

Riddler slowly approached the bar as Oswald slammed a glass against the counter. He watched with fear as Oswald filled the glass to the brim.

"Um that's a bit much, don't you think? That's several servings and you've been drinking all night." Riddler anxiously eyed the glass.

"And you haven't had a drop. It's your drink, time to catch up." Oswald pushed the drink towards Riddler.

Riddler frowned as whiskey sloshed over the rim of the glass and onto the counter. He pursed his lips as he grabbed the bottle. His thumb slowly traced the gold lettering which told the name and alcohol percentage.

"Amrut. 60 percent alcohol volume." He mumbled to himself.

"Congrats you can fucking read." Oswald sighed impatiently and yanked the bottle way.

Riddler frowned as he thought, 'Amrut. I know that name. Why? Amrut.... wait...'

Suddenly Riddler's eyes lit up. "Oswald that's a thousand-dollar bottle, right?"

Oswald huffed. "I don't know. Probably."

"Well for something so expensive maybe you shouldn't spill so much." Riddler gestured to the mess.

Oswald rolled his eyes and raised the bottle to his lips. Riddler watched silently as Oswald tipped the liquid into his mouth.

Riddler lasted only 6 seconds before yanking the bottle away. "Jesus Christ Oswald! Can you go one night without trying to kill yourself by alcohol poisoning?"

Oswald was hunched over facing away from Riddler gripping the side of the bar. His eyes were tightly shut as he tried to steady his breathing.

"Stop pretending like you care." Oswald enunciated each word angrier than the last.

"Will you just go to the bathroom already?! Throw up and you'll feel better." Riddler reached over the bar and grabbed Oswald's shoulder to shove him away from the bar.

Oswald shoved him off and screamed, "I won't feel better! I'll never feel better!"

Riddler stared shocked for a moment before retracting his hand. He settled on the bar stool and silently stared into the glass Oswald had put out for him. "Whatever," he put a gloved hand around the bottom of the glass. "Batman should be here any minute to take us away to Arkham, spend your final moments of freedom how you please," he spoke and took a small drink of the whiskey. Riddler immediately doubled over coughing. "How did you drink so much and not react to it at all?"

Oswald slowly turned his head towards Riddler's glass. "Oh. I forgot the ice." He mumbled quietly.

Riddler furrowed his brows. Normally when Oswald starts screaming he doesn't stop.

Oswald reached down below the bar into the tub of ice. He grabbed a handful of ice and practically threw it down into the glass. Liquor splashed everywhere.

"Aa-! Oswald!" Riddler yelled as he jumped away. "What is your problem?!"

Oswald sneered. "You. You are my fucking problem."

Riddler huffed as he tried to dab away the alcohol away from his green suit. "Of course. Always blaming me for your problems." He ripped his gloves off and threw them at the bar.

"No, I can take responsibility. I have in the past but you never admit to your side. You're a God damn coward and you always will be."

Now it was Riddler's time to yell. "I'm the coward?!" Fine, I'll play your childish game." Riddler stomped to the bar and picked up the glass of whiskey. He didn't react as ice and liquor spilled over the side.

Oswald rolled his eyes. "Yeah, and the last sip you had went so well. Besides I wasn't referring to-"

Riddler shot back the drink in a way Oswald had never seen. He slammed the glass down on the bar. Ice clattered around the cup.

"Wow, you sure showed me." Oswald taunted sarcastically.

"Shut up and give me something to chase it with." Riddler spat.

Oswald bent down and rummaged around for a bit. After a minute he stood up holding a bright red pop can. "I don't have anything." He answered as he pulled the tab.

"You're so funny." Riddler hissed as he yanked the can from Oswald. He quickly drank half the can. It didn't do much to take that awful taste in his mouth and only made the feeling in his stomach worse. That wasn't even the worst of it as he noticed the room start to slightly spin. Riddler grabbed onto the bar for support.

"Damn, that hit you faster than I guessed." Oswald laughed.

Riddler was about to lie about his current state until he saw something in the corner of his eye. Someone in some boring gray suit he hadn't seen in years. Riddler quickly shot his in the direction of what he saw.

"What? Is that stupid bat here already? Hey jackass! You don't have to do your whole running around in the dark shtick. Can we just skip to the part where you tie us up and we wait for Gordon and his alcoholic dog?" Oswald whined.

"It's not him. I thought I saw someone else," Riddler sighed.

"I see you're going to keep stalling," Oswald said annoyed.

"I'm not stalling," Riddler pressed.

"I wasn't calling you a coward. You're the one being used as a shield so he doesn't have to deal with any of this shit."

Riddler furrowed his brows. "Oswald, what the heck are you even talking about? It's just us here."

Oswald, at a speed Riddler didn't even know was possible for Oswald, reached over the bar and yanked hard on Riddler's tie. "As much as you want to believe he's gone, he's not. You may rarely let him out but I know he's still in there." Oswald stared through Riddler which only confused him more. "When we got here you were bitching about how no one understands you, no one truly sees you. How fucking dare you." Oswald's voice broke.

"Oswald-" Riddler started to speak.

"No! Shut the hell up. I have listened to you all night. For once you're going to listen to me. I see you. I know you better than you know yourself. I know you kill people to show you're better than them. I know Ed keeps newspapers that detail your actions not because he's proud but because it makes him sick."

Riddler's vision started to blur. The situation was starting to get out of hand and he needed to take control so he grabbed onto Oswald's arm. "That's enough." He tried to say in a serious tone but his words slurred.

Behind Oswald, someone else spoke. "Huh. You've never had this happen to you before."

Riddler blinked hard and the figure was gone. "Don't talk about him! He's gone. I killed him! I am the victorious one."

Oswald clenched his teeth. "You don't care about anyone. It isn't possible. You've told yourself that caring is a weakness. That's how I know he's here. He doesn't like me drinking too much. He always comes to bail me out when my choices catch up to me." Tears started to form in Oswald's eyes, but he continued. "I haven't seen him in years but I see glimpses. The way you linger in a room like you want to say more but you swallow the words. The way you reach your hand out to comfort me but always retract it."

It was then Riddler heard a God-awful ringing and that voice. "It sucks to lose control. To have someone make choices for you."

"I'm not losing control!" Riddler shouted.

Oswald slightly loosened his grip on Riddler's tie. His jaw fell slightly. "You sound like him. It's been so long but I remember when he was still fighting you. How he begged to not be you anymore. How he argued with me and to the air. But it was never the air, it was you haunting him."

Riddler's eyes widened "Oswald don't!" He warned.

"You've realized it too! Here we are again, my dear friend." Oswald spoke with malace.

"Please." Riddler whispered.

Oswald smiled sadly. "Yes beg as he did! Beg as he did before. You didn't kill him, Riddler. I did. I was so angry about how he chose you over me. How he tried to kill me. Then he dared to choose that woman who he claimed to know him. He was right. I was selfish and wanted revenge. I understood enough to hurt him. I was wrong. I fucked up that day. I chose wrong."

Oswald's tearful face started to fade along with the world around him. The ringing turned into a low buzz. The only clear thing was Edward Nygma. He held the same bottle from earlier. He studied it closely and ran his fingers over the words as Riddler had done earlier. "I bought this for Oswald when I worked for him. It was the first thing I bought with my paycheck. I didn't plan for this. I wonder if he did, it would be poetic."

Riddler grabbed onto Oswald desperately. "Please. Please, don't do this! You were right to choose me. Look I've treated you unfairly but you deserve better. I get that now."

Oswald blinked away tears. "What was it I said? It's been so long..."

Suddenly Riddler remembered the knife in his pocket.

"I see the other you, the one's name I wouldn't speak..."

Riddler's hand shot into his pocket where he quickly found the pocket knife.

"...but because he's earned it and because I need him..."

Riddler slowly removed the weapon from his pocket.

"..I'm saying it now..."

"Last warning," Riddler said through clenched teeth.

"I need you."

"Hurry and say it!" Ed shouted.

Unfortunately, no one heard as Ridder clicked open the knife and plunged it into Oswald's chest.

Oswald gasped and stumbled backward.

Riddler breathed hard. "You made me do that. This is your fault, I warned you! I told you I'd never go back and be weak."

Oswald slowly looked down at his chest and began laughing through pained gasps of breath. "You never learn, do you?"

"What?"

Oswald slowly approached and grabbed Riddler's face. "Your bullet didn't keep me dead." One of Oswald's hands dropped as Oswald continued to struggle to breathe. "This tiny blade... won't finish the job either."

Riddler removed Oswald's hand. His other self was nowhere to be seen and the ringing was gone. Riddler smirked. "Yeah I don't know about that. There's no one here to call for anymore. Deep down I knew that if I wanted to become my full self I'd have to kill you. I never finished the job because I thought it would be fun to watch you struggle. It was always going to end up like this Oswald."

Oswald sunk to the bar. "You seem to forget the only reason you're here is because... I allow it." Oswald gritted his teeth but spoke through the pain. "I freed you and...now I'm going to imprison you again. Oswald made his way out from behind the bar.

Riddler eyed the bottle Ed was holding earlier. "I think this conversation is over, Oswald." He grabbed the bottle but somehow Oswald faster and held onto him. In a panic, Riddler swung the bottle.

"I need you, Ed!" Oswald shouted through bloody teeth.

The whisky bottle slipped through Ed's fingers. It crashed to the floor. The sound caused Ed to grab Oswald and hold him close.

Oswald hissed in pain.

Ed frowned feeling the wetness on his hands. "Oswald why are you wet?"

"It was raining you idiot." Oswald sighed in relief. "Welcome back."

Ed looked at the shattered glass beneath them. "I almost did something bad, didn't I?"

"Yeah about that..." Oswald whimpered. "As much as I am loving this embrace you're pushing the knife further in."

"Oh!" Ed jumped back and it was then he finally noticed the blade. "Oh, dear." Ed frowned. Ed frantically looked around for something to help the situation.

Oswald's body wobbled. "I still need you if I want to stay upright, Ed."

"Right, of course." Ed stood on Oswald's side.

Oswald grabbed Ed's suit jacket like a small child would as he still struggled to stay standing.

"Uhm," Ed wrapped one of his arms around Oswald to stop Oswald from leaning. "this better?"

"Yeah." Oswald answered weakly. "Thank you."

Ed led Oswald to the living room and laid him down on a black couch. "I'm going to call an ambulance. I probably pierced your lung. It's not fatal currently but we should get you to the hospital before that changes."

"Wait." Oswald grabbed onto Edward. "Don't leave me. Not when I finally got you back."

Ed sighed annoyed. "We can talk later. I know you think you're unkillable but I assure you that you can die."

"I'm fine!" Oswald grabbed the knife and ripped it out of his chest.

"Are you insane?!" Ed shrieked.

As Ed panicked Oswald grabbed him. "I was faking it, Ed!"

"You what?" Ed hissed.

Oswald threw his hands up in defense. "Hey, you should be happy I'm not hurt! Besides, do you think I would ever trust Riddler? That psycho stabs me randomly because he desperately needs to convince himself that he isn't weak."

Ed collapsed to his knees. He reached a shaking hand to Oswald's chest. He moved part of Oswald's jacket to the side to follow the hole left from Riddler's knife.

"Eddie I told you I'm fine. I have a vest on." Oswald tried to wave Ed off him but Ed held on tightly.

"Be. Quiet. Oswald." Ed commanded his voice still drowning in anger.

Oswald rolled his eyes as Ed undid several buttons of his white dress shirt. "You see the vest now?"

"What kind of vest is it?" Ed asked slowly.

"Why the fuck does that matter? I don't know. Bulletproof."

Ed took a large and long breath in. "And did you get shot?"

"Oh fuck you. If something can stop a bullet then it can stop a fucking knife!" Oswald yelled.

"No Oswald, no it can't. Kevlar is for bullets. Aramid is for sharp objects like knives."

"Big fucking whoop. I'd know if I got stabbed." Oswald stood his ground because he is very stupid.

Ed's eyes shot up from Oswald's chest to his eyes. Oswald felt his heart jump a beat as his face grew hot, he realized Ed had practically undressed him and was now fussing over his health.

Unfortunately for Oswald, Ed had other plans and rammed several fingers up to the hole in his vest.

"-Ay! I'm sure there's a bruise there you jackass!" Oswald hissed.

"A bruise doesn't bleed on the outside of your skin." Ed spoke as he showed Oswald his fingers.

Oswald put a hand over his wound to stop Ed from further violating it. "How the fuck would you know? You didn't even look at your fingers before you showed me. Always so sure of yourself."

"Really? So if I turn my hand around I won't see blood." Ed deadpanned.

"...no you won't." Oswald said slowly. "But if you look that means I win because you submit to the possibility of being wrong."

Ed pinched the bridge of his nose with his free hand. "Oswald I can feel it on my fingers. It doesn't feel like sweat."

"Okay... fine, he stabbed me... a little bit," Oswald proceeded to show what a little bit is with his fingers. "That whole trouble breathing was an act. I can breathe perfectly... mostly. It has nothing to do with the knife."

"Why is everything a joke to you?"

Oswald frowned. "I- you're right. I'm sorry. I just really missed this. For someone called the Ri- well you know his name, he doesn't like fun. Unless someone is getting hurt."

A pained look flashed across Edward's face. "I can't stay long, you know that right?"

Oswald shook his head in confusion. "What do you mean? I freed you. It's over. Or are you talking about Batman? Who cares about Arkham, we'll be out in no time, and from there we can decide." Oswald paused biting his bottom lip. "Um, we can decide what happens next."

Suddenly Ed grabbed Oswald by his coat. "You don't get it! It's not over, it will never be over."

"Eddie..." Oswald was at a loss for the right words. All Oswald could do is watch helplessly as Ed hung his head.

Ed slowly let go of Oswald, his hands shaking quite aggressively the whole time. "I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't." He repeated over and over again his voice barely audible.

Oswald wasn't scared when Riddler threatened him nor was he scared when Riddler acted on those threats, not even when Riddler almost bashed his head in. He was in control. He had Riddler right where he wanted and knew exactly what he would do next. But this? This was fucking terrifying. It had been a long time since he last saw Ed. He mostly knew of Ed when he was Oswald's advisor. He was always so happy and unafraid of any challenge. Frankly, he welcomed any challenge. Not in the way Riddler did of course. Ed didn't do it for the praise he did it because he enjoyed solving problems for others. No matter the challenge he never gave up hope.

'Who did this to you? Was it me?' Oswald thought to himself.

"Please tell me what's going Ed. I can't help you if you don't tell me." Oswald said quietly trying not to further upset Ed.

Ed continued to repeat "I can't." As he shrunk to the floor. His forehead touched the floor and his arms held his torso tightly.

Please don't shut down again. Did I push you too far? Maybe I should just call it a night.

Oswald was taken out of his thoughts as Ed practically tackled Oswald back onto the couch.

"Ed use your words!" Oswald screamed as he hit the couch with a thud.

Ed buried his head into Oswald's chest (avoiding the wound). "I almost did it again. I told you he'd be back."

"You see Riddler already?" Oswald frowned. "You wanted to shut down again but when you shut down he comes out, am I right?"

"Yes." Ed answered quietly.

"Why are you so against talking to me?"

"I..." Ed trailed off.

Oswald sighed sadly. "Ed it's been a long day. Why don't you go to bed and we'll talk in the morning."

"Oswald there is no later. I doubt Gordon is going to forget about us. It's only a matter of time before they take care of whatever the distraction is."

"Ed I don't want to force you to talk to me. I don't know what I did to make you think you can't talk to me about how you're feeling. I don't care how bad it is. You're not going to hurt me."

"That's just it, I am going to hurt you!" Ed's grip tightened. "I almost killed you today. It's only a matter of time."

"You keep saying you. Ed that was Riddler. Not you."

"Riddler isn't some force that possesses my body. Riddler is a part of me." Ed's voice broke. "I am the Riddler."

"You're not-" Oswald started to say before he was cut off by Ed.

"I am! He exists because part of me believes in what he believes in, and wants what he wants. I thought I deserved Kristen because I did everything I was supposed to do. I told myself I killed that cop because he abused her but the truth is I liked showing I was better than him. You were right about Isabella, it was only a matter of time till I became what I truly am."

"What are you?"

"A self-conscious loser that will destroy everything and everyone around him to stroke his ego or to avoid pain."

"And?"

Ed raised his head. "And what?"

Oswald snorted. "That's not all. All you did is describe the Riddler and so what? Fine, Riddler may be a part of you but you're so much more than that. You choose what you want to be, no one else. You don't want to be Riddler anymore? Then don't be him."

"It isn't that simple Oswald." Ed spat.

"How would you know? Have you tried? Do you want to know why Riddler beats you? It's because you think only he can believe in himself. Just like when you convinced yourself you aren't smart. You're the smartest person I know. Including Riddler. Riddler thinks of himself as an unbeatable God. He doesn't factor in the chance that he can be beaten, you do. You love the pursuit of knowledge, he just wants to know more than everyone. You care too much and get hurt, he refuses to care because he's terrified of getting hurt. You're two are two opposites of a spectrum. You aren't him and he isn't you. You're my best friend and always will be. I don't care what it takes to get you to see that you're better than him.

"Oswald I will mess up again. We'll get into some dumb argument or someone will make me small and I'll-"

"Relapse? So what? No matter how many times I mess up you drag me out and show me reality. I will do the same for you. We can't avoid hurting each other but we can trust we'll save each other from going too far. You remember what you told me, right?"

"I'll do anything for you," Ed answered quietly.

"Exactly. You promised." Oswald took a shakey breath in and held Ed tightly. "I want you to be who you want to be and to let me help you do that. You don't have to be alone anymore. I'm sorry it took me so long to figure out that I needed you back and how to get you back."

Ed listened to Oswald's pounding heartbeat. He tightly shut his eyes and tried to steady his own heart. "Wait you planned this?"

Oswald feeling bold ran his hand through Ed's hair. Somehow it was still wet from the rain. Or was it from Oswald's coat? "Not exactly. I had no idea how to bring you back besides getting you to fall in love with someone and there was no way Riddler was going to let that happen again. I guess it started with that idiot complaining no one sees him. I wanted to scream at him and prove him wrong but I knew how that argument was going to end. So I went straight to the bar and saw that damn bottle of whiskey. As soon as I grabbed it I remembered why it was never opened. You gave that exact bottle to me after your first 2 weeks of working for me."

Ed smiled and chuckled, "You remembered?"

"There's nothing I can forget about you." Oswald whispered.

"What?" Ed lifted his head.

"Nothing!" Oswald quickly said and guided Ed's head back down to his chest. "Let me finish. So, I had this bottle, right? And I kept thinking about you. I wanted to talk to you more than anything and then this bastard dared to scold me for drinking. I thought, 'How dare you complain when you never even drink yourself," and then I thought why that was. He would definitely be the type to get absolutely wasted after winning one of his games. Why not, after all, you like to drink occasionally. So then I started to think of your differences. Cold and calculating vs warm and... also calculating I guess... but in a good way! Riddler prides himself on being logical and yells at me for being a 'beating and bloody heart.' I wondered if I made his judgment cloudy you may be able to shine through. The issue was getting you to see through the clouds. Speaking of that, when you aren't you, are you still aware of everything?"

"No." Ed paused for a moment trying to find the right words, "It's kind of like sleeping. It's mostly darkness and nothingness. But once in a while, I'll see images like a dream but I'm not dreaming, it's happening."

"So if you see something and don't like what Riddler is doing can you wake up?"

Ed's hands shook and his breath became erratic.

Oswald unwrapped his arms from Ed and put them on his face. "Ed, it's okay. We don't have to talk about that. It was stupid of me to ask about something that was probably traumatic."

Ed brought his own hands to Oswald's hands. "No, I want to talk about it." He slowly brought Oswald's and his hands down. "That day on the dock when I shot you. There was a moment when I was going to forgive you. Wound you as you had wounded me but let you live."

Oswald's eyes widened in shock.

"But then you went on about how I was nothing and that you created me. You were referring to the other me and it was at that moment I was forced away. From that moment on you sealed your fate. I could do nothing as you begged him to answer you. I couldn't warn you because you had accidentally chosen him thinking he would save you."

"I didn't learn my lesson then." Oswald smiled sadly.

"Third time's a charm, right?"

"Wait then how did I see you sometimes?"

"It's complicated." Ed frowned. "I guess if I feel strongly enough I can take control for a moment. It rarely lasts. It's like I'm an intrusive thought that is quickly pushed away." Ed shrugged. "So what was your idea of getting through to me?"

"Hurt myself obviously. Riddler had shown fake concern over my drinking so I pushed it and it worked. But it only worked for a second and I was devastated. I needed him to drink so I taunted him. I almost gave myself up when he took a small sip but I quickly realized my theory was either shit or I needed him to drink more. I can't lie and say everything I said was part of the plan. I was obviously still feeling the alcohol and was pissed at that bastard. Anyways he drank more and I finally saw the alcohol take effect. I was going to try to play an emotional angle when I realized he wasn't even looking at me. I saw the fear on his face looking at someone that wasn't there. It was then I realized I could beat him. I got so desperate I started screaming at you. You were there somewhere, right? I just needed to pull you out. Then I realized we had been here before. I remembered Arkham and felt idiotic for forgetting it. Of course, this would be the way to free you. But I suppose you know that as you were there with me.

Before Ed could respond the dark room lit up with flashing red and blue lights.

"Looks like Zsasz and Freeze got caught." Oswald sighed. He turned his head to Ed who was white as a ghost and clutching Oswald's hands tightly. "Ed. It'll be fine. They don't have much on us. We'll probably be gone a month, at most."

"Oswald Cobblepot this is the GCPD come out with your hands up!" Gordon's voice echoed through the house.

Ed anxiously watched the door. "I almost let Riddler take control within 5 minutes. I can't last a month."

"You have one minute before we use force." Gordon spoke again.

"Come on Oswald, give me a reason to shoot you!" Bullock screamed.

Oswald stood. "It looks like they're only here for me." He turned and gave Ed one last hug. "I'll be out soon. You'll be fine, Ed. If you're so worried you can figure out a way to break me out. Otherwise, I'll break you out if needed."

"Time's u-"

Oswald released Ed. "Yeah yeah! I'm fucking coming you miserable prick!" He walked over to the door and shoved the handle down. Before pushing the door open he turned his head to Ed one last time. He smiled and winked before throwing the door open.

"If you wanted a meeting with the mayor you should've scheduled one!" He shouted with his hands on his head.

"I call cuffing him." Bullock said as he made his way to Oswald but Gordon was faster.

"No. I told you not to steal the megaphone." Gordon grumbled as he cuffed Oswald.

"Jesus. Does Lee know you're in another marriage?" Oswald sneered.

"Eat shit, Oswald," Harvey said as he yanked Oswald by the collar and ushered him to the cop car.

"Enough. Can we get out of the rain already?" Gordon groaned.

"Wait!" A voice yelled from the house.

"What now?!" Harvey groaned.

Oswald fought against Harvey to see what was going on. Ed had ran out of the house. "Go back inside, Ed." Oswald commanded.

"I'm an accomplice so I should be arrested too."

Harvey and Gordon exchanged a look. Harvey shrugged and Gordon nodded.

"Yeah sure." Harvey mumbled as he cuffed Ed.

Soon Ed and Oswald sat in the back of Bullock's car while he drove recklessly. As Gordon and Bullock argued about who knows more about driving, Oswald leaned next to Oswald. "Why the fuck did you do that?"

Ed smiled excitedly. "I figured out how to break you out."

Oswald held back a laugh. "Of course you did."

"Okay, you can stop bitching about my driving now, the sun came out." Harvey hissed at Gordon.

Oswald smiled and rested his head against Edward as he and Edward looked at each other 'Yeah the sun is out.'

Edward pursed his lips as he looked toward the front of the car and back toward Oswald. Before Oswald could question him Ed did something unexpected. Ed quickly craned his neck down and kissed Oswald. It was over before Oswald could register anything.

"What the fuck was that, Ed?" Oswald shrieked as his face went completely red.

Ed sat facing the front of the car, straight as can be. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Mr. Cobblepot," he deadpaned.

"Oh, you fucker!" Harvey groaned. With one hand still on the wheel Harvey fished out his wallet. He then threw a 100 dollar bill at Gordon. Who silently pocketed it.

"Absolutely not. Was that a bet? Tell me right now what it was." Oswald demanded kicking the back of Gordon's chair.

"Save it for Arkham, Oswald." Gordon sighed annoyed.

"Ed! Did you know?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Ed shrugged.

"I change my mind, it was all Ed! I'm innocent." Oswald yelled.

"Be quiet or ill make you share a cell with Zsasz. When we arrested him earlier he offered to drag your ass in for us." Gordon warned.

"Why didn't you let him do it? He's better at your job than you are. I let you arrest me today." Oswald taunted.

Ed laughed as he settled into his seat.

#gotham #edward nygma #nygmobblepot #oswald cobblepot #the riddler #fanfiction

[tinkertoysdamn]

WiP Chapter 6 of that Thorquill fic I will totally not be able to work on again until after Easter. Uh, spoilers if you haven't read Chapter 5 yet.

It was as they scrambled down the embankment and were far enough from the parking lot edge that Natasha felt it was safe to talk again.  “What’s with you and Goldilocks?”

“Oh, Thor?”  Explaining this was always fun for Peter.  “Yeah, Dad planned this whole arranged marriage thing to infiltrate Asgard.  He planted one of those Celestial Seed things right outside of the palace.”  

Loki had multiple theories about why Ego had placed it in that exact spot but Peter had always thought it was because it was out of plain sight.  The more important thing, in Peter’s opinion, was the timing, which he shared with Natasha.  “I think he was going to set it off during the ceremony.”

Natasha made a non-committal grunting noise.  She’d heard worse.  

“And once the one in Asgard had been set off, all of them would activate.  The one on Xandar, the one here, the one on Hala—”  Peter paused, a dark thought washed over him.  “I just realized something,” he said.  “The one here at the Dairy Queen isn’t the only one that went off.”

“Wait.”  Natasha held up a hand.  She was trying to keep up with what Peter was saying.  “You’re saying when this one turned to goo, all of them across the universe did too?”

“Yeah,” Peter said.  “If I had followed Dad’s plan, the Earth would have been destroyed months ago.”

As a member of the Black Widow program, Natasha was used to compartmentalizing.  The existential horror of what Peter said went right into a neat little box for her to examine later and scream about when everything was safe.  

Instead, she moved on.  “So, why is Thor insisting on this ‘intended’ thing if the engagement was fake?”

“I—,” god why did she have to put it that way?  Peter felt bad enough about the whole “Thor being in love with him” thing.  “I escaped my Dad to tell the Asgardians what was going on and I kind of, sort of—”  There was no good way to say it.  “Gave their Prince a handy in a truck stop bathroom.”

Natasha looked like she was about to die laughing.  “Oh my god.”

“I didn’t know it was Thor at the time, okay.”  

She kept snickering.  

“He was hot, I was hot—”

Natasha cut him off.  “I don’t need to know the mechanics.”

“And I wasn’t gonna tell you about it,” Peter said in a huff.  Thank god the base of the goo was directly in front of them, it was a perfect distraction.  With a flourish, Peter drew his quad-blaster and shot a nice neat hole right in the blue goop.  It did not regenerate.  

“Look at that,” he said, completely deadpan, “made a hole just like I thought.”  With two blasters and Natasha’s cutting tool, Peter didn’t think this was going to take long at all.  

Which was a good thing, because Ego had already spotted the jet.  

#thorquill #wip wednesday #peter quill #surprise cameo character #fun times

[countvonroo]

doing something I haven't done in a very long time: venting under a read more on tumblr dot com

I would like to make an official statement that I'm Fine™️ I'm just overwhelmed because I am finally at the precipice of seeing a therapist (funny how executive dysfunction works lmao) and I really have been avoiding this for 10? perhaps years, but I literally can feel my brain shifting into a "ok, you can finally do this" feeling which makes it immediately feel so much less dauntless but I am severely exhausted at thinking about this process but it's time. it's been time and I gotta do it.

and of course I can handle that but also, I feel like my struggle with my adhd has been at an all time high and I usually don't relate to adhd experience comics but I saw two TWO!!! in one day that suddenly so made me be able to articulate how I feel about something and it's been weighing on me because I've been thinking about it so much so I think I gotta tackle getting medicated for that, too...

and tbh I am in crush hell so deeply and embarrassingly and I at all times want to scream, but that one's for me to deal with privately

and work has been burning me out so badly because I'll be there for 6 months on the 1st and it's peak busy season so I'm still learning shit and jesus christ do you know how many fucking rules and regulations there are to bring alcohol into the united states??? this job is so fucking hard and I'm so fucking good at it but oh my god I want to lay down!!!!! and I want to take a day off so badly!!! and I really think I'm just gonna play sick in a week or two and just fuck off for the day because I feel like I never fucking stop doing shit and I need to not move.

well, I smoked my stupid weed and had my cry and my album is over so...goodnight mr. coconut.

#bon appetit moots #oh woe is t #personal blah blah blah

[lostonehero]

More time travel

Just to preface this I hate security breech but I love the idea Micheal can't fucking rest and ends up as glamrock Freddy

Also Gregory is a spilt from Evan the crying child spirit robo kid

Anyhow let's go

Henry sighs as he parks in the diners parking lot. They had to shut down for the weekend, Henry couldn't run this place by himself, and William's youngest had a meltdown. He hoped it was just a meltdown. He didn't think he could get those screams out of his head. He sighs as he spots his partner heavy eye bags and a sleep deprived look with a warm coffee in his hands. "Is Evan ok?"

William frowns. "He stopped screaming, and he responds to Evan again. He isn't normal yet, but Clara is convinced it's Micheal's fault. She locked him in his room and hadn't been able to see him all weekend. He's 11 Henry, and he can't cause that kind of damage. Clara won't let me take him to the hospital."

Henry matches his partner frown. "We have to figure out what caused it."

"I'm going to tear this place to the nails and rebuild it so nothing ever happens again." William barely bites back a yawn.

Henry nods as he unlocks the door he only manages to take a few steps in before he can hear William shout.

"MICHEAL DAVID AFTON DID YOU SPEND THE WEEKEND HERE?" William shouts, and it barely stirs his son sleeping at the table. A notepad he got from the security office was next to him.

Henry picks up the notebook and starts to read through it. His eyes get wider as he keeps going. "William...." Henry grabs the taller man before he could shake Micheal awake. "William, look at this. Micheals is the same age as my girl."

William rubbed his temples. "Henry, I know that. Why are you bringing it up? Clara lied to me. Micheal never came home. She locked his room, and I believed her." He can't even spiral as Henry shoves the note pad at him.

"William read it now." Henry's tone doesn't leave room for argument. "I have to check...." He sinks into a bench. "Your son can't write like that, right?"

William can feel the panic and shame drain from him. Even his exhaustion was replaced with confusion as he flipped through the notepad detail sketches of designs he couldn't even fathom were on the pages, then drawings of human anatomy and changes. Then the writing the handwriting was too neat to be from a child, and too detailed as well. He sat next to Henry as both men read the notepad detail notes upon detail notes spread across the pages.

There was a list on the front.

1. You're alive. You have to eat, and (recharge was crossed out replaced with sleep)

2. Are you 11? 10? Doesn't matter you are a child.

3. Cleaned the diner. Didn't have to need something to pass the time.

4. Found fathers sewing kid fixed a unform for my body. (Body is then crossed out and replaced with you're alive. Micheal refers to yourself as such)

4. Eyes glow and change color based on mood did not have that when I was alive or a corpse.

5. Remember to eat and drink. You have bodily functions again.

6. (Medical scan is crossed out) Not a machine figure out what is different than your normal human you had 40? No 60 years ago before you were a walking corpse.

7. I fucking forgot about Gregory fuck (the name is bold and underlined)

8. Wait for father to return, I am a child, and it would be suspicious if I just left here by myself.

9. Scratch that recharge then leave when the sun comes up its the fucking 80s stranger danger isn't a thing yet.

10. Figure out how I got here, and again, check out my body. I haven't done that yet.

11. Am I too young to have coffee yet, I know physically, yes, but is that different if you have an adult mind?

(The rest is just general diary entries and extremely detailed notes of the repairs and fixes he has done around the diner as if he already knows how everything works. Along with detailed drawings and anatomy sketches of his new features that humans shouldn't have.)

William and Henry share a look at each other. Neither man knows how to move forward, and Micheal is still dead asleep.

Henry spoke up first. "I'm going to check the animotronics."

"I-i'll check the kitchen and security office." William stutters each man had to confirm what was written.

......

What both men found was that the building was spotless, and every single mechanical issue they had was fixed. Micheal even fixed the camera in the kitchen. They returned to where Micheal was still asleep as William gently shook him awake.

"Mmmh, five more minutes, need to charge..." Micheal mumbles and shakes slightly harder, and he screws his eyes shut. He huffed and opened his eyes they were glowing a bright blue. He rubs his eyes and sits up, cracking his back. It doesn't do much considering he is a child.

"Micheal...?" William cautiously spoke, not really ready for how Micheal was going to act.

Micheal yawned, looking over to his father. "Good morning, I assume you've read my diary." Henry stops him from grabbing William's coffee. His attention turns to his uncle. He wasn't exactly used to seeing him young and full of life. Charlie's death ruined the man, and he devolved into his work building a massive franchise at the cost of his sanity. The fake pizzeria was the last time he saw the man withered by age and depression. He didn't look any better, but still. Here was his uncle before the tragedy before the ruin. He flicked his eyes to his father. He wasn't his mother's puppet. He wasn't a drunk that was a slave to her control. He wasn't a corpse in that springlock failure. He was still him."

Both men stepped back as Micheal pushed himself out of the bench. He stood up and scratched his stomach. William noticed his nails looked pained and that his teeth were much sharper than they should have been, and white like ivory. "Micheal?"

Micheal looks up at his father and sighs. "Hello again father, it's been a while." He frowns at his voice. "I forgot how high pitched my voice before puberty. Doesn't matter." He wipes his mouth of the drool from his sleep. "I'm not used to having bodily functions again."

Henry raises his brow and gives a look to William, who merely shrugs. The notebook only referred to a corpse body, then that one of a machine. "Micheal, what happened?"

Micheal pauses. "I was running away from a woman named Vanessa protecting a child, his name is Gregory and we fell.... I woke up here approximately 56 hours ago. Everyone had left, which was odd because I don't recall that ever happening except.... that isn't important, but I woke up alone and confused. I'm not used to being small." He's not used to having strong emotions again either.

William reaches out and pulls Micheal into a hug, and he can feel Micheal start to cry he was silent, which threw up major red flags. "Hey, it's ok, how about we get breakfast and we can talk. How old are you?"

Micheal sniffs, clinging to his father. "I don't know, but it was 2036."

Henry's eyes widen. "I'll start my car, and we can head to the local diner since you did a very good job fixing up everything." He smiles as Micheal nods.

Neither adult knew how to handle this situation. William was at a loss for how he even forgot his son at their diner, and Henry could see the sheer amount of horrors Micheal ad faced with his thousand yard stare.

......

Micheal kicks his feet, staring at the menu. He looks confused and slightly overwhelmed. He grabs his father's arm when the waitress comes by.

William raises his brow but sighs. "I'll have the spinach omelet, and my son will have the chocolate chip pancakes."

Henry smiles. "Oh, I'll have the steak and eggs."

The waitress smiles. "Pretty late seeing you two here. Good morning at the diner?"

William nods. "Just a bit of maintenance, and everything is running smoothly."

"That's great to hear my little angel loves the place." She smiles and heads to the kitchen.

Micheal frowns. "I apologize. I haven't had to really eat in a long time. I think I've forgotten what I like."

William can feel his heart break. "It's alright. We can always figure it out."

Henry nods. "Micheal, is it ok to ask why you seem so nervous?"

Micheal shrugs. "I haven't uh been around a lot of adults in a long time, or people for that matter, I think I was 21 or 22 when I got scooped and became a living corpse couldn't really stay in touch with anyone after that. I was close to Jeremy for a while, but we got into a massive fight right before I got scooped, and I ran away like a coward." He messes with his hands. "Probably deserve it, though, I ended up killing Evan when I was 14 golden Freddy jaw can crush a skull." He bites his lip. "Lozzie died before that baby malfunction and stuffed her into her chest cavity." He stops seeing both men stare at him in shock and horror.

William clears his throat. "I..."

Micheal frowns, crossing his arms. "I'm sorry. I haven't, I uh..." He sighs frustrated his eyes flicker red. "This was easier before." He stops as his father ruffles his hair, and his eyes return to his normal blue.

"We have time to stop the tragedy." William pats his son's back. "Take a breath. We can do this."

Henry clears his throat. "Your father is right, but I do have to ask who Gregory is? Was he in the diner with you? Do you think he came back with you? If there is another child, I don't want them to be trapped there."

Micheal shakes his head. "I looked everywhere. I couldn't find him."

Henry nods. "Ok, we can search for him later."

The waitress returns with their food, and Micheal stares at his food, not really understanding how to proceed. He pokes at it, pulling off a piece and shoving it into his mouth. His eyes light up like they were glowing as he continues to rip off pieces eating his food like he hadn't eaten anything in years. William has to grab his hands.

"Micheal, please use a fork and knife." William looks down at his son, who seems to finally return to reality, and his face grows red, and his eyes glow a yellow.

"R-right, my apologies." Micheal cleans off his hands and eats slowly with a fork. "I think I like them."

Henry holds back a laugh as William wipes off Micheal's mouth. "You seem out of practice, I think I can help remedy that."

William gives Henry a look. "It is getting too cold for one of your cookouts."

"Bah, it's fine. we can have one." Henry smiles as William sputters.

Micheal smiles softly. "Can I go home? I want to see Elizabeth and Evan again. It's been a long time, and I have to apologize."

"Of course, after we finish, I'll take you home, and I have to talk to your mother.

.....

Micheal didn't recognize Evan at first he looked too much like Gregory, or was it the other way around. It didn't matter he nervously got closer to him. "Hello Evan." His moments were robotic, and he gave a half nervous smile.

Evan's eyes flicker as he takes a breath. "....Mikey?"

Micheal nods, and he can't control how much his eyes start to glow.

"Freddy?" Evan's voice changes it inflection to one Micheal recognized.

"Gregory....?" Micheal tilts his head.

Elizabeth tugs at Micheal's arm. "Are you a weird time person too?"

"What?" Micheal stared down at his sister.

Evan looks embarrassed. "I uh.... Mikey my uh.... my spirit split... my parts were reused to uh..."

"Gregory was an android?" Micheal pauses sitting next to his brother, and Elizabeth sits next to him.

"Yes?" Evan pauses. "I didn't know I could eat and stuff."

Micheal sighs. "Ok, it's ok."

"You were Freddy? How did you die?" Evan stares you at him

"I died twice." Micheal frowns. "I got scooped, and then I was burned." He sighs. "I'm sorry, Evan."

"Don't..." Evan leans against him. "We both have agreed that you're ok, but Gregory wants your foxy mask."

Micheal smiles. "Yeah, you can take it."

"But you don't have it yet." Evan giggles.

Micheal crosses his arms. "Then why ask for it?"

Evan shrugs.

Elizabeth gasps. "If you're giving away your stuff, I want your plushies."

"No." Micheal frowns. "However, you can paint my nails and do my hair whenever you want."

"Can you have tea parties with me?" Elizabeth smiles when Micheal nods. "Then you can keep them."

I'm so glad you won't take them." Micheal sighs and nearly jumps when the shouting starts. His eyes glow yellow and hold onto Elizabeth and Evan.

Elizabeth clings to Micheal's arm, and Evan clings to the other.

"Let's have a tea party in my room." Micheal gets up carrying both his siblings. He didn't really let either of them argue.

......

Micheal distracts the two long enough that they take a nap on his bed. He looks over to his door opening. He sees his father with a large gash across his cheek and a stab wound in his shoulder. "Father, you are injured."

William sighs, holding his shoulder. "Your mother...." He stops. "It was just an accident. I'm sure she was just threatened by me raising my voice."

Micheal knew that was a big fat lie, but he knew his father didn't know that. He takes a breath. "Father, you need to take us to Uncle Henry's now."

"Micheal, what are you..."

"Father, this is not a suggestion." Micheal stands up. "I know Mother hurts you if you do not follow her instructions. I also know mother has been killing the local pets and strays. I know you know this, too." He stares at his father. "Take us to Uncle Henry's."

William nods, picking up his two sleeping children as Micheal follows behind him.

......

Margaret answered the door and covered her mouth, William was covered in blood, and it looked like his shoulder was still bleeding, and he was swaying from blood loss. His three children were in front of him, and Micheal was holding onto his two siblings. "What happened?"

"Inside." Micheal mumbles, pushing past her, helping his two siblings inside. "Need string and a needle and a lighter."

Margaret shakes her head and drags William inside. "What the fuck happened?" The door slams behind her alerting her husband and daughter who just got back from school.

"Uncle William?" Charlie stops when her mother gives her a look.

Henry comes in right behind her and freezes. He was no stranger to a knife fight, and his partner looked like he had lost badly. "Margret, I can take him." He grabs William before he falls and motions for Margaret to grab the kids.

"Right, children, come on, this is an adult issue." Margaret is unable to grab Micheal, but she'll come back for him. She herds the other three into the guest room.

Micheal frowns. "Mother stabbed him after he tried to confront her about me."

"It was an accident." William slurs barely upright.

Henry shakes his head. "Micheal, there's a lighter in the front draw and grab a knife. I'm going to caturize the wound."

Micheal nods and follows his instructions as Henry straps his father's shirt off and heats up the knife.

His scream echoes through the home.

Henry shuts his eyes and takes a breath. "Micheal, how long?"

"They were arranged to be married, my father had no choice in the matter." Micheal frowns as he stares at his uncle, who was cleaning up his father's cheek. "You never knew. He never told anyone I found out going through paperwork."

"An arranged marriage?" Henry, stop and look over at his wife. "How much, did you hear?"

"Enough to know, I'm not letting any of them go back." Margaret crosses her arms. "I see enough of the outcome of abuse at work. I don't need to see it on people I care about." She sighs. "I don't even want to know how you know to catutrize a wound like that. Micheal, I don't know what happened to you, but I know you're different, but it doesn't matter." She sighs. "I'll get some of your clothes for him, and Micheal, can you help your siblings?"

"Yes, Aunt Margaret." Micheal runs off down the hall.

......

It's been a few hours, William was still out cold, and Henry was cooking a 6 course meal. She hadn't seen the children, so she walls down, and they weren't in the guest room, and she heard muffled talking from Charlie's room.

Micheal is standing on Charlie's bed with a handful of hand drawn pictures and notes on the wall tapped to the wall and crayon lines connecting them. Charlie was raising her hand. "So Uncle William kills me, and I become the puppet who's lefty?"

Micheal pauses. "Uh, I think a variety of Freddy you used to get around being in the rain. So to continue, after the fire and your father's speech, I woke up in glamrock Freddy." He points to the realize drawing of a colorful Freddy Margaret thinks. "Where I find Gregory aka half of Evan in my stomach hatch used for birthday cake and gifts, and it continues from there. There's the other security guard, Vanessa, who was possessed by our mother Clara, and developed a second personality that kills children, and she went after Gregory, who I know know was a very realistic android, and now understand why he looked so much like Evan. Then, somehow, in our escape, we ended up back in the past where we are now. We've already changed things."

Elizabeth raises her hand. "Did you ever see Jeremy again?"

"No, I did not." Micheal sighs. "I do miss him, but it's not important."

"You deserve to be happy too, Mikey." Evan mumbles.

"Jeremy's our age, so we just have to find him." Charlie gets up. "I vote we look for him since we know future events."

Elizabeth gets up and nods. "Yeah!"

Micheal sighs and covers his face. "That's not important. We have other things to be concerned about." He slams his hand against the wall of the pictures and notes.

Evan stands up. "No, I agree with Evan. we are finding this Jeremy guy first. We want to see your eyes glow pink again."

"Yeah, they were pretty." Elizabeth giggles climbing on the bed.

Charlie nods. "It's like a mood ring."

Micheal sighs and covers his face. "But we have to...."

Margaret clears her throat. "Um...."

"Oh hi, mom. Micheal was explaining the future to us." Charlie smiles. "We have to save the future, isn't that cool."

Margaret nods, straining a smile. "Uh yes, your father made dinner for all of you. Could you guys wash up."

Micheal nods, jumping off the bed and grabbing Elizabeth and Evan. "Time to wash our hands."

Margret stops. "Why is he carrying them like that?"

"Dunno?" Charlie shrugs following after him.

.....

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #micheal afton #fnaf gregory #henry emily #william afton

[roryfrommybabysittersavampire]

1. I am brushing my teeth for the second time today, which I haven't done in 2 years. they are comically bad for the amount of weird "your teeth are so straight" comments I used to get. 2. I find my retainer after a year. I figure why not put it in. I open the case and there's a skeleton of some bug that I can't recognize and a ton of dust. I feel like I am in a cartoon. I wash the retainer with nothing but my toothbrush with the leftover toothpaste from when I brushed my teeth a few seconds ago. I don't realize that all of that filth went into my toothbrush until I put it away. I rinse it off again. 3. my top teeth have barely moved but the bottom might tear a root if I push it. I put in my top retainer with quite a bit of resistance. 4. after about an hour it starts to fit my teeth and I can bite down on it. the problem is that I am a masochist. I continue biting down on it while I jack off. 5. I sit in bed thinking very hard about what I just did as my jaw starts to get sore and the novelty of the pain wears off. I walk to the bathroom and clean the bottom half of the retainer and start to squeeze it on, hoping for a spark. the pain is a little too bad to enjoy. 6. i keep pushing on it until I hear a crack. my bottom left tooth's root has been ripped out. there is a lot of blood. I have to wake up my dad. he calls the dentist. when I take out the retainer the tooth goes with it. he drives me to urgent care. I sit next to a sticker of Edward Cullen getting a vaccine on my doctor's laptop. he has lip piercings and black hair (the doctor). 7. the doctor is weird and doing nothing to my tooth but he says my blood is made out of something special that makes me immune to all stds. since I am a masochist and the pain is still making me horny, I try to fuck the doctor. bad news is his penis is 20 inches long. 8. suddenly my dad storms in and shoots the doctor. I ask him where he got the gun. he says he has had a concealed carry liscence since I was 5 and always has a firearm under his belt. it's on top of the toilet when he showers. I scream at him to leave the room. I run to the doctor and see that he may not be for sure dead. I examine the wound in his chest. it didn't hit any vital organs. I could still save him. 9. ten nurses rush in behind me and watch in awe as they realize that I've stopped the bleeding. suddenly, the doctor's eyes open and he looks up. I know that look. he's in love. he leans uo and kisses me. sadly, I am emotionally unavailable and now that we've shared a deep connection I will not be able to get past the discomfort. 10. I stand up and walk out of the urgent care as the fleet of nurses stares at me in awe. when I get outside, it is nighttime. I look up at the full moon. there's something stirring in me. suddenly I feel my bones start to crack as I watch my arms grow a thick layer of hair. I howl and begin to charge into the mountains. this is who I am meant to be. no one cares if the dog's teeth are straight. I live my fantasies out all night, running at deer and sleeping in a patch of grass. 11. when I wake up am shattered. I am once again human. everything hurts, I am naked and missing a tooth. I look at the sky and scream. "why, god? why did you make me put in my retainer?". I do not expect an answer. he can be a cruel lord, but I know that he loves me. I lay down and stare at my pale, bare hands. "maybe this is all you were ever meant to be. have you ever considered that? maybe there is beauty in the mundane and divinity in the imperfect. you must stop asking questions and let yourself learn." I hear a voice say. I don't know where it is coming from, but it is all that I can hear, and it is all that I know. god has answered my prayer. 13. I stand up and walk back home to pack my things. I need everyone on earth to know that God is real and I'll do anything to prove it to them. I'm going to save the world. my plan? spotify podcast.

#retainer #orthodontics #masochism #twilight #2nd ammendment #cervix injury #gun violence tw #ftm #transmasc #god #prophecy #hey this animal can talk

[canirove]

Ten years | Chapter 14

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She's pregnant. Birgit is pregnant and I'm he biggest idiot out there.

I thought life was giving Declan and I a second chance, that this time we were going to make it work, not more running away or being cowards. But no. Barbie Malibu had to ruin it all.

"For God's sake, can you please stop!" Declan yells behind me.

"What?" I say, turning around. I hadn't noticed he was following me. Or that I had made it to the town's park.

"Just stop.”

"I'm sorry, I wasn’t paying attention."

"I can tell" he says, trying to smile. "What Birgit said..."

"Congratulations" I say, my throat hurting as I try not to cry.

"There is nothing to congratulate me about."

"You are going to be a dad, Declan."

"No, I'm not."

"What? Didn't you hear what Birgit said?"

"I did, but it is another of her lies. Or if it is true, that baby isn't mine."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because I haven't touched her in months. If she was pregnant and I was the father, she should be 6 months pregnant. And she doesn't look like it, does she?"

"She... Doesn't."

"Also, she just drank a whole glass of champagne. Pregnant women shouldn't drink alcohol."

"That's... True."

"I'm sorry I didn't break up with her before tonight" Declan says, moving closer. "I wanted to do it right, but I think she knew it was coming and kept avoiding me. But it is over. Tonight. I swear."

"Ok" I say, not being able to contain my tears anymore.

"I swear" he says, now standing in front of me, his thumb caressing my cheek. "For some odd reason we are getting a second chance, and this time I'm gonna make it work. Whatever it takes."

That makes me finally look him in the eyes, and I can see that he is being honest. That he means what he is saying.

"Declan!" Birgit yells behind us. "What the fuck do you think you are doing?"

"I could ask you the same question" he says, turning around to face her and keeping me behind him, kind of protecting me.

"Me? I'm not the one who ran away after I announced we are having a baby!"

"No, we are not."

"What?"

"Birgit, you know that if you are pregnant, that baby isn't mine."

"What are you talking about, Deccy?" she says with a nervous laugh.

"You know it is the truth. If you are pregnant, I am not the father."

"That's... I..." she mumbles. She knows she’s been caught, that this is over.

"We are done, Birgit" Declan says.

"Are you breaking up with me? Here? In front of her?"

"Yes."

"I can't believe it... I just... This is all your fault, you bitch!" she says, pointing at me. "Oh, don't look so surprised. This is what you wanted from the beginning. For us to break up so you could have him all for you! You are tired of your miserable life on this stupid town, and wanted what is mine!"

"I already told you, Birgit. He isn't one of your ugly bags, he is a person. You don't own people."

"You fucking bitch!" she yells, running towards where Declan and I are.

"What is going on here?" Mrs. Rice says behind us, making Birgit stop, her stupid long nails very close to Declan's face.

"I just broke up with Birgit because she is a liar. Maybe a cheater too. And she isn't taking it very well."

"Is that true, Birgit?" Mrs. Rice says in a very calm voice.

"Of course it isn't! It's all her! She is manipulating him, making him believe all her lies!"

"She isn't the liar here. You are" Declan says.

"I... Fuck you!" She screams. "Fuck you, both of you! And fuck this town and everyone on it!"

"Well, thank you for that" Mrs. Rice says.

"You won, bitch. He is all yours, enjoy him!"

"Oh, I will. Trust me" I say with a mischievous smile.

"Fuck you!" she yells one more time, her voice echoing on the park before she walks away.

"That was... Intense" Mrs. Rice says, trying not to laugh. "Everything alright here?"

"I think so, yes" Declan says, looking at me.

"Good. I'll go back to the pub and keep an eye on her. Who knows what she can do next."

"Are you ok?" Declan asks me once his mum has left.

"I think so, yes. Though I can't wait for Barbie Malibu to finally leave."

"Can I confess something?"

"Go ahead."

"Since the first moment you called her that, I found it very funny" he says with a cheeky smile.

"I am a very funny person, Rice. Sometimes a bitch, but also very funny."

"I know you are" he says, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me closer to him.

"Wait, what time is it?"

"What?" he asks, visibly confused about my question.

"5 minutes" I say after checking my clock.

"I'm... Lost."

"In 5 minutes, it'll be our first kiss anniversary."

"And that's important because..."

"Because you can't kiss me until then."

"Why?" he laughs.

"It's something Claire said, that it is as if we are starting all over again. You and I. That when you said to act as if we hadn't met before, it actually happened."

"Oh, I get it."

"It's stupid, I know. But..."

"No, it isn't" he says, pulling me a bit closer to him. "It's our second chance, and we are gonna do things right since the beginning. Keep what worked, and change what didn't."

"Exactly."

"And our first kiss worked."

"I mean... It was a bit weird, but it was very romantic."

"Are you telling me I was a bad kisser?"

"It was our first kiss, Declan. My first kiss ever. It's normal it was weird. But you've improved a lot."

"Have I?" he says with a smirk.

"Yep. Or have you forgotten we kissed on your car not that long ago?"

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about that kiss since it happened."

"Neither have I. That's how I ended with a burnt hand."

"Sorry" he says, resting his forehead on mine. "But I guess that means I have indeed improved a lot."

"A lot" I chuckle.

"Is it midnight already?"

"I haven't heard the bells yet."

But as those words leave my mouth, they start ringing.

"Midnight. Can I kiss you now?" Declan asks.

"You can."

#declan rice #declan rice fanfic #declan rice x reader #declan rice imagine #football imagine #football fanfic

[sparrowrising]

Hi! How are you and how are things going?

Feel free to ramble about anything

What a wonderful ask! Thank you! I ramble below the cut:)

Things are a bit wonky today, tbh, I'm having a bit of a low-energy day. Nothing serious, but still not all sunshine and butterflies.

I'm taking a day off in an attempt to recharge my battery before I jump back into the mess that is my job. A huge privilige to be able to do that, I know. Not a so huge privilige to have a job where I legit need to do that in order to be able to keep doing it. I need to find a way to balance the workload better and not sprint and collapse all the time, but, hey, that's not something I'm going to solve today so I am trying to put it to the side and take a day to breathe.

Hobby wise, my years long hyperfixation to which I've dedicated a whole yt channel, has shifted to writing. It started about a year ago and it really is sad to se an old passion die and be unable to really stop it. I love writing, it has always been my first love, I adore that I am finally burning for it full time, but at the same time I feel disloyal to the old goals and, even though it maybe shouldn't matter, to the followers I asembled. Rationally I know interests ebb and flow, but I can't help the "content creator" in me screaming at me about not posting videos more often, not doing the tag videos and yada yada. I used to get so much fun out of doing those things, but now my energy source has totally shifted. On a grey day like today the accusing voices are a bit louder, you know, as if powered by the low-hanging clouds.

Writing-wise things are a bit like a fresh breeze in the grey gloom even thought I haven't written today. I have 2 fanfics I burn to finish (one of them is a 5+1 geraskier that I really like) and 6 original projects in varying stages of drafting and brainstorming. On the original writing front, I think I'm taking the right route in finishing an easier single POV YA thingy, before returning to my overly ambitious multiple POV cyberpunk novel. Mostly I want to prove to myself that I can finish an original project to my satisfaction at all.

I'm taking writing step by step:

✅️Step 1: post a fanfic.

✅️Step 2: post a fanfic I'm proud of.

✅️Step 3: finish a multiple chapter fanfic I'm proud of.

Step 4: finish a simple multichapter original work.

Step 5:n : ???

Step n+1: .... not profit, but maybe satisfaction? Achieve the next step in Maslow's pyramid? Finally and magically get rid of all cloudy days?

As if that's a reasonable goal.

But hey, you know what?

I have a roof over my head.

There's no war in my country.

And I get kind asks in my inbox, kind comments on my fics and recently someone sent me a picture of one of my fics printed out and bound (!!). I was over the moon about that and I still am and you know?

Maybe cloudy grey is a beautiful color as well.

[kaesficrecarchive]

can you do more markhyuck recs?

with one sided pining if possible? 🥹🙏

hiii!

i've just put 10 markhyuck fics in my queue and put my queue on 2/day, so prepare to be fed the next 5 days!

unfortunately none of them seemed to be one sided pining so! i've gone on a little hunt in the bookmarks of some trusted authors i follow. here's what i found:

(disclaimer: i haven't read any of these so idk if they're actually one-sided pining or if they're good!)

to know you is to love you by tooshy (1/1 | 11,650 | T)

If you asked Mark where it started, he'd say on that one train ride to Busan, or maybe the summer before college. But you're not asking Mark, because he doesn’t know the half of it and you want the full story. So, you're asking Donghyuck, and he'll tell you where it starts. He's nice like that.

(or, Mark never believes Donghyuck when he tells him he's been in love with him from the moment he learned how to say his name, but—well. He has.)

(tags: not actually unrequited love + pining)

I'm the secret that you hide, I'll be listening until you decide by helicases (1/1| 4,125 | T)

It's habit, looking for Mark, even when Donghyuck knows he's not nearby.

(tags: pining + angst)

don’t get lost in heaven by mayhems (6/6 | 30,524 | T)

Mark Lee is a problem. Donghyuck needs to figure out how to get rid of him.

(tags: pining + it's all about the yearning)

if you are the shores, i am the waves by DREAMWRLD (1/1 | 17,766 | T)

Donghyuck wants to go home. He wants to throw himself in bed like a dramatic teenager, scream into his pillow, and furiously write all of his overflowing feelings into the pages of his journal. He wants to embrace his hurt, to really feel it for all that it’s worth so maybe it will leave him alone.

Donghyuck wants Mark, but not like this.

(tags: pining + crushes + yearning !!!)

it takes two by tooshy (1/1 | 28,361 | T)

What seems to do the trick most times is closing his eyes and counting down from seven, a combination of all his favorite things: it's his lucky number, he gets to press pause on reason and logic, and when he opens them he’s always welcomed with Donghyuck’s face. Three, two, one, eyes open, and—there’s silk pajamas, crossed arms leaning into the rolled down window of his car and disinterest coming off every pore of a face that isn't Donghyuck’s, one that greets him with, "He told me to tell you he's not getting in a car with you." What’s always minus one?

(or, Donghyuck is Mark’s plus one to his sister’s wedding, and it all seems to be going as planned until it doesn't.)

(tags: pining & yearning)

reciprocity by markohmark (predebut) (4/4 | 32,000 | T)

"What changed?" Donghyuck asks softly. His thumb rubs the back of Mark's hand gently.

Donghyuck's close. Too close. The washing machine stops, indicating the end of the wash cycle. The two of them are surrounded by an eerie silence. It rings in Mark's ears.

"I grew up," Mark replies. He holds Donghyuck's gaze, watching as Donghyuck leans in. His heart rattles in his chest; he's past the speed of hummingbirds now. His hyperactive, buzzing, washing-machine heart.

(tags: pining)

Of All The Bad Ideas by slimequeen (1/1 | 10,334 | T)

Donghyuck has been pining after Mark Lee since the first year of high school, and now they’re four years deep and Donghyuck’s feelings are still hurtling towards imminent heartbreak. He's always been an impulsive decision maker, but he should have thought a bit harder on this one.

(tags: pining)

Sunsoaked by spicyboyfriend (1/1 | 44,540 | T)

Delicate. The word that Mark was looking for, to describe Donghyuck’s expression. It was delicate.

And it was all he had been able to think about.

He was all Mark had been able to think about.

(tags: pining + crushes)

foolish choreography (all the steps of love) by typography (1/1 | 18,758 | T)

The Dispatch pictures had hit the internet on an unremarkable Wednesday, but Donghyuck lost his mind on an equally unremarkable Sunday morning.

or: Mark’s secret relationship gets revealed in Dispatch’s latest post. Donghyuck hates it more than he expected.

(tags: pining)

Pluto by rainingover (1/1 | 10,065 | T)

Donghyuck pushes the CD he's picked into the slot just under the radio dials and turns the volume up. “I made this mix last summer,” he says. “Burnt it onto two CDs. Do you remember? I gave one to you.”

“I remember,” Mark says. His copy is protected, neatly, in a case under his bed. “Why is one of them here? Is it yours?”

Donghyuck nods. “Special edition, one of only two ever made.”

(tags: pining + best friends)

(bonus: there are quite a few fics in supersoulmates' bookmarks)

i hope you found at least one fic to your liking in this list!

also if anyone else has a rec, feel free to leave a link in the comments or to reblog with a link or whatever <3

#ask #anonymous #markhyuck fic rec #markhyuck #mark x haechan #mark x donghyuck #kae's fic rec #fic rec #not sure yet about this lay out but anyway #rpf #nct dream #nct 127 #c: kpop #to read

[0verthinking1t]

It's all in the subtext: the conversation adults are actually having with young ADHD children

It's taken a loooong time for me to figure out how to put this into words right. I have always, always been mad about how childcare professionals and parents handle teaching ADHD kids coping skills. When you are 6, and a very nice teacher takes you aside for some calm down time, and coaches you on how to not be mad when other kids upset you or how to be a good listener to others, or how to compromise and do what someone else wants to instead, it never pops into your head for a second to question why, if your brain is the one that's sick, YOU have to be taught to understand and forgive everyone else for not being able to control it. It took me 28 years of life to figure out that the "skills" and "coping strategies" I was given to work with were all centered completely on not acting neurodivergent in front of others; on not letting my disability inconvenience everyone else. I want to share this hypothetical conversation from an ADHD 6 year old's perspective— my perspective, in hindsight. This is the subtext many adults and I were speaking in, that I never knew existed until years later after my own search for answers. It's the very deep, old root of a problem with many branches, from self-esteem issues, to communication breakdowns, to rejection sensitivity, and more. We are conditioned to expect bad things to happen when other people see our feelings. We are conditioned to believe we are being too clingy, too selfish, too rude, when we say what we feel. I can't tell a friend that I'm not having fun playing this game with him, because I feel guilty for not liking what he likes. I can't tell my boss that a broken shelf is stopping me from doing my job well, because I feel like I'm bothering her and complaining instead of finding a solution on my own. All of it starts from subtext like this.

Adult: Yelling and having a tantrum because someone else wants to share the crayons is not ok.

Me: but... Why

A: Because it's mean. The other kids are allowed to use them too. Think about their feelings first.

M: but I had a really urgent idea for a picture to draw, and I need them

A: That's ok, but you still have to share. Your drawing is not more important than that other kid's.

M: but.... It is tho? The picture is filling my head and won't go away. And last week you said I was bad because I wouldn't listen to you in class when I let something else fill up my head, so I have to get rid of it.

A: it's still not ok to scream tho. You need to use your words and tell the other kid that.

M: I did. He looked at me funny and said things filling up your head isn't real and I was making it up. He wouldn't listen to me, so I had to talk louder. Besides, I wasn't crying because I don't want to share with him. I was crying because I don't remember where I put the crayons when I can't see them, unless I put them down in the same place right next to me every time. I was crying because he kept taking them without asking and not putting them back in the specific spot I was keeping them. It made drawing my picture really hard to do, and I was really upset about that.

A: people don't just forget things when they don't look at them, that's wrong. you were actually just being picky about the crayons because you have a Picky Person Brain. Picky Person Brain kids always feel things wrong and get upset when they're not allowed to. You have to follow the special extra rules for Picky Brains, like simply letting people talk instead of you, and not being upset. I'm very mad you broke these rules.

M: I— I don't understand how to follow those rules??? Nobody told me there were extra rules just for me, that's not fair! You can't be mad at me for something you haven't explained yet!

A: I just did explain them, and they're special for you because everyone else already knows them and obeys them just fine. I don't think it's possible for you to to not know what all the other kids do; you're just being contrary on purpose!

M: no! .... Fine. What do you want me to do to make you happy again?

A: it's ok, Picky Brains can't help that they're hardwired differently than everyone else's. I just want you to pretend extra hard like you're not! It's easy!

M: sssooo it's my fault...... That I can't do things everyone else can....... And the right way to fix that...... Is to just. Make myself do them. And not fail, because that's also my fault. Just. Just let them take the crayons and hide them wherever they want and not say anything, because the worst thing I could ever possibly do to another person, is make someone else upset.

M: I give up on crayons forever then, since there's always a chance I could make someone upset by doing it wrong. And I'll stop saying what I actually need to say when I have feelings, because my feelings also make others upset. In fact, I think to be safe, I'm just going to say nice, fun things all the time for the rest of my life, so nobody can ever be mad at me again. I don't know fun ways to say "I'm hurt" or "I need something" or "I don't have the ability to do that" or "I don't like when you do that", so uuuhhhh..... That's fine! I'll just stay this far away from everyone every time something is wrong. They can't be upset with me if they can't see me be sad! Don't make people upset; yes, ok, I can do that. Problem solved!

A: ..... Yeah, exactly. Just don't be what you are. Picky Brain Rules are that you have to work extra hard to be super calm and emotionally mature about everything for the rest of your life; everyone else gets to feel and do however they want. Glad you get it now, kid— see, look how much I'm helping you fit in, and you can use the cool secret "just don't be mad" tip to be like everyone else whenever you want now!

Me: !!!— ....

A: good talk. We did something productive just now. I'm going to assume this conversation is over forever, and expect you to immediately change everything about yourself starting today. If you don't, I'm going to lose my patience and just send you straight to detention/time out/other punishment you won't understand.

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