#but I was probably annoying and said something that deserves a kick to the face

[rweoutofthewoods]

Have I mentioned Siirius in Tennesee Baby yet?? I mean I've mentioned him but not in the present so.... I'm honestly surprised I've never discussed this or been asked about it yet. But I think I'll give up some things this chap why the fuck not

#mere's writing rambles #fic: tennessee baby #actually i may have been asked about it #and i forgot #i have a vague memory now #but I was probably annoying and said something that deserves a kick to the face #like #“you'll see ;))” #ANNOYING SORRY

[onewingeddove444]

★How the bachelors would react if they accidentally made you cry

word count: 1.1k

Alex:

-would probably not even notice you're crying at first

-his expression would change so quickly

-😀😦

-kind of knew he had it coming though, since a lot of the stuff that flies out of his mouth is....well😇

-would IMMEDIATELY start taking the blame, saying things like "nahhh i didn't actually mean that i lied haha no idea why i said that i'm so stupid" ((starts blaming it on his hormones being affected by working out or something😭😭))

-hesitates at first, but pulls you into the tightest embrace you've ever felt ngl probably hurts a little lol

-his way of apologising to you is saying "you can punch me as hard as you want, i deserve it!!!!"

-starts treating you like royalty for another month, to the point where it becomes annoying

-every time you bring it up, even as a joke, he basically drops to his knees and starts apologising all over again

Elliott:

-if you thought this man was already dramatic as it is....lord🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

-would try to be cool about it, while in his head he's already pressing a dagger to his neck, saying that he has now betrayed his heart and doesn't want to go on any longer

-the moment he sees tears flowing down your face, the only word able to come out of his mouth is a soft "no, no, no..."

-he'd probably start crying with you😭😭😭

-starts whispering the most loving and kind things about yourself into your ear

-literally compares you to the most breathtaking images you could ever envision

-alternative scenario, where he just drops to the floor and starts begging for your forgiveness, even though what he said wasn't really that bad

-after that, he checks up on you every 5 minutes, to make sure you're not upset with him

-would swear on his life and soul to never hurt you again ((mind you it was never that serious😭))

-writes you so many short poems...atp they just become a whole book

Harvey:

-man....😭

-probably hurts him more than it does you lmao

-you crying would be too much for him already...but crying because of him?? ouuu

-is ready to completely retract what he said, even if he's absolutely right, that just doesn't matter to him anymore

-he just stands there for a good amount of time, since he really doesn't know how to deal with these kinds of emotions

-this might just be the first time this man has made someone cry because...let's be fr☠️

-would do that thing where he cups your cheeks and wipes your tears with his thumbs ((after that he's kinda clueless though😭))

-this literally being his worst nightmare...in his eyes hurting you is the equivalent of failing as a partner...and he's not really allowed to fail too often🙁

-would wait 30 years until you're not upset with him ((it takes you exactly 1 minute btw)), and after that it's flowers delivered to your doorstep every day of the week

-even if it were to be a one-time occurrence, he would NEVER EVER forget it, and he would always justify spoiling you with it ((using the 4 cents he makes from the clinic👎))

Sam:

-he is not that smart when it comes to verbalising thoughts please forgive him

-says things like "aw man you're crying😔😔😔😭😭“

-if he's holding a drink or eating something, he offers it to you, even if there's a single bite/sip left of it

-refuses to smile until he's 100% sure you've forgiven him, otherwise he just looks like this: :--(

-low-key fighting for his life not to pull out his phone and google "how to comfort crying person wikihow"

-once you tell him that it's okay between you two bro gets jolly, running around in circles, giggling, twirling his hair and laying down kicking his feet up

-the thing he did that upset you could've been minor, but that still doesn't stop him from saying "man...😔🤦 i'm so glad this chapter is behind us now.." like okay???😭😭😭 ((bonus points if he describes this as a "rough patch" in your relationship))

-tries making something for you after, fails miserably, resorts to showing you cool skateboard tricks he learned off of youtube

-learns his lesson and actually thinks more before he says something ((to the best of his ability))

-promises to write a song about your love and go platinum ((shows it to sebastian and gets banned from writing lyrics for the band forever))

Sebastian:

-freezes immediately

-literally unable to get a single word out, what is he supposed to do in his situation😭

-manages to whisper "i didn't mean..." and proceeds to go quiet after that

-he's been living a sheltered life for a very long time, so he's really scared that whatever he says it will only hurt you even more

-you can definitely see his expression change...not only does it soften but he looks UPSET upset, mostly with himself

-pulls you into a hug, hoping that it'll help a little bit ((it does, bro seems like a good hugger))

-asks you if there's anything he can do to cheer you up, and let me tell you he'd really do anything

-does not let you go for the rest of the day, having his arm wrapped around you, holding your hand, even if it's just the pinky fingers touching

-you have to keep reassuring him that it's okay now, he literally hits you with the "are you sure you're not mad at me?" every 3 seconds just to make sure you guys are good🙏

-lets you touch whatever you want in his room, i'm talking elementary school pictures, old sketchbooks, it's all yours, no matter how humiliating

Shane:

-um...uh😭🙅‍♀️

-yeah he is PISSED he's made you cry, he might've been mean when he first saw you, but now??? that is just not allowed in his mind idc

-jumps to self-deprecation immediately, talking about how he's an asshole, how he always fucks things up (🙁)

-just takes the whole blame on himself, no problem with that

-kind of saw this happening in the nearest future, that man does not have a very good opinion of himself let's be honest😭

-you could tell him you forgive him and he'd be like "nah don't do that wtf i don't deserve it😔"

-doesn't try comforting you at first, since he just assumes that you might never want to see him again

-but after the dust settles he reassures you that he's going to do everything to make sure this doesn't happen again

-sends you musty frozen pizza in the mail in retaliation (sigh🙁)

-would love to pretend this never happened, but making you cry really took a hit on his self-esteem, however it also made him think about how to be the best partner you can have

#sdv #stardew valley #sdv imagines #sdv headcanons #sdv bachelors #sdv alex #sdv elliott #sdv harvey #sdv sam #sdv sebastian #sdv shane #i use so many emojis it’s actually sickening #sdv fanfic #sdv imagine #sdv headcanon #this is my first time writing on tumblr please forgive me if this looks like garbage🙏

[steddieas-shegoes]

falling is easy, catching is hard

rated m | also on ao3 cw: recreational drug use, implied sexual content tags: friends with benefits, secret relationship, shotgunning, mutual pining, getting together, love confessions

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @sidekick-hero!!! Sandy, you deserve the world, but this 3000 word thing will have to do for now 💖

💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

December 19, 1985

Steve Harrington needed sleep.

Eddie Munson had the only thing that would put him to sleep.

But Eddie Munson also held a grudge, a reasonable one, but an annoying one.

“You want me to sell you the last of my good shit? For half price?” Eddie snorted. “You’re out of your damn mind, Harrington.”

“Munson, please. I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important,” Steve begged.

“Why would I do you any favors? You never did me any.”

Eddie crossed his arms over his chest, waiting somewhat impatiently for a response from Steve.

Steve didn’t have one.

Eddie was right; He didn’t really deserve a favor from someone who had let his friends make his first senior year absolutely miserable.

But Robin’s voice looped in his head: “Be vulnerable sometimes, Steve. People may surprise you.”

“Listen man, I just really need to sleep, alright? I’ve tried everything else.” Steve sighed. “This is pretty much my last hope.”

Which was a truth and a lie. He’d already tried smoking some weed, knew that it worked.

Eddie’s forehead creased in the middle.

That’s kinda cute, Steve thought to himself before shaking his head. Now wasn’t the time to get distracted by big, brown eyes and shiny lips.

“You been to a doctor?” Eddie asked.

“The sleeping pills make them worse.”

“Make what worse?” Eddie pushed.

“The nightmares.”

Eddie nodded once, understanding flitting across his face as he relaxed his arms by his sides.

“How long you been havin’ them?” Eddie asked as he walked around to the bench at the picnic table, opening his lunchbox.

“I guess…technically years. They’ve been worse since July though.” Steve knew he had to be careful about what he said, couldn’t give away more than what the public knew about what happened at the mall, but Eddie seemed trustworthy enough to handle this part. “Doctors said it’s normal for trauma or whatever.”

Eddie nodded, whispered something under his breath, and shuffled through his box.

“Forgot you worked at the mall over the summer. Kinda crazy what happened,” he said as he pulled a small discolored plastic bag from the box. “I’ll make you a one-time only deal, Stevie.”

Steve ignored the butterflies in his stomach at the nickname, kicked at the dirt under his feet, and gestured for Eddie to continue.

“I’m not giving my product away for half price. I’m a businessman and that’s not a smart financial decision for my business.” Eddie held up a hand when Steve looked like he was going to argue. “But! I will share a joint with you right here, right now, for free.”

“Um. What?”

“I was gonna smoke this one tonight as a celebration for passing all my first semester finals by the skin of my teeth. I don’t mind sharing if you don’t.” Eddie’s smirk made the butterflies even worse.

Steve was going to regret this.

God, he was so stupid.

“Yeah, okay.”

Smoking with Eddie the first time was nice, but the second, and third, and fourth times were even better.

— — — — — — —

January 16, 1986

“You’re late, Stevie. I was starting to worry you’d gotten frostbite.” Eddie’s smile warmed Steve from the inside out, the shiver wracking his body more to do with the growing fondness he had for the curly-haired man in front of him.

Eddie was bundled up like they were in Antarctica, and to be fair, it was below freezing outside right now.

Steve offered to meet somewhere else, but Eddie insisted they come to his usual spot.

And then Steve saw it: Eddie had built them a fire. It was small, he probably didn’t want to draw any attention from the road, but it was throwing heat that Steve craved.

“Come warm up before we get into it,” Eddie waved him over, his gloved hands looking out of place.

Steve was used to seeing shiny rings on his fingers, blisters on his fingertips from playing too much guitar.

Steve stood next to him in front of the fire, holding his own gloved hands out to try to warm his body as much as possible.

“Any reason I couldn’t just come to your house or something?” Steve asked, not quite getting rid of the attitude in his tone.

“My Uncle has tonight off. He’s a pretty chill guy, but I think actively watching me sell drugs to someone would maybe cause a heart attack.” Eddie sighed. “I told him I had a date tonight so I couldn’t really have you show up after that.”

“A date?” Steve grinned, nudging Eddie’s arm. “I didn’t even bring flowers.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, but looked away to cover a blush. “Yeah, well, don’t expect me to put out until there’s a dozen roses in my hand.”

He meant it as a joke surely, but something in Steve’s chest clenched at the thought of spoiling Eddie like that. Maybe not roses, that didn’t quite seem his style.

“I’ll try to remember them next time,” Steve managed to say, nearly choking on his own words.

What was he even doing? Flirting? Eddie didn’t even consider him a real friend, why would he want him to bring him flowers?

“Got a new strain tonight. It’s supposed to be a little stronger, but fades faster, so you should be good to drive back home in a couple hours.” Eddie pulled the baggie out of his pocket, lunchbox long gone after meeting twice a week for the last month.

Steve wasn’t really a customer anymore, no matter how they tried to keep up appearances that he was.

He still tipped Eddie, or tried to, but usually Eddie ignored it and just said it was a favor to help him sleep.

“How strong?” Steve finally asked as Eddie pulled the lighter from his pocket.

“Might make you a little floatier than usual. Not hallucinogenic, though.” Eddie knew he couldn’t handle that kind of trip. That’s why he stayed away from his other offerings. “I tested it out myself earlier this week.”

Steve wasn’t reading into that.

“Okay.” He fought off a shiver, this time from actually being cold. “Guess it’s worth a try.”

“I’ll drive you home if it’s too much.” Eddie’s offer was kind, going above and beyond what a dealer would do for a customer, but Steve wasn’t reading into it. “Or you can nap it off in the van for an hour or so before heading home. Whatever.”

Eddie lit the joint, breathing in long and slow, holding the smoke until Steve was sure he would pass out before slowly letting it out.

He handed the roll to Steve, who didn’t think about what Eddie meant by stronger, and took his normal pull, choking halfway through.

Eddie’s eyes widened as he took the joint from him, his hand grabbing onto Steve’s arm as he coughed.

“Jesus Christ, man, you good?” Eddie asked him.

“Yeah,” he coughed. “Sorry. It is a lot stronger.”

Eddie searched his face, relaxing as Steve’s breathing went back to normal. “Good?”

“Yeah.”

“Maybe take it slower?” Eddie teased. “Or- no never mind.”

“Or what?” Steve asked, already feeling the heaviness that came with smoking.

“Ever shotgunned before?”

Steve’s heart stopped. He’d venture to say he was even stone cold sober again after that question.

“Um. No.” He hadn’t. He’d wanted to with Nancy, figured it would be the only way she would be interested in trying weed, but it never worked out. “Would it be easier?”

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded. “Usually. We can give it a try if you want.”

Steve nodded before he really processed what he was being offered.

Eddie’s mouth would be very, very close to his. Possibly even on his.

And he’d be sharing breath with him, probably more than one if it worked.

Eddie pulled the picnic table closer to the fire and sat on the bench. He patted the seat next to him.

“Might as well get comfy, then,” Eddie said.

Steve sat next to him, close enough to feel the warmth coming from his side, close enough to hear Eddie’s hitched breath when they made contact.

Close enough to want to be closer.

“Alright, so I’ll start with a small one, and you just have to breathe in when I breathe out.”

“Is it-” Steve played with a loose thread on his gloves. “Your lips are gonna touch mine?”

Eddie suddenly looked nervous, like he regretted offering this at all, and Steve couldn’t allow that.

“I don’t mind! I mean, I want you to!” Steve panicked. “Like, it’s fine! I know we have to for the whole thing to work.”

“Yeah. Um, it’s not like, weird or anything. It’s just me helping you get high.”

It wasn’t weird, but it definitely was hot.

Eddie took a drag, leaned into Steve’s space, and cupped his jaw, tilting his head back for easier access.

Steve couldn’t breathe.

But he had to, that was the whole fucking point of doing this.

His lips parted and Eddie’s warmth coated him, covered him better than the fire.

He breathed in as Eddie breathed out, his hand seeking contact with anything solid to keep him on this earth.

He found it in Eddie’s hip, his fingers gripping tight as Eddie lingered beyond the point of the smoke clearing from his mouth to Steve’s.

Their lips brushed lightly, an agonizingly soft touch that Steve tried his best not to chase as it drifted away.

He bit back a whine at the loss, opening his eyes to see Eddie still surprisingly close, pupils huge.

It’s just the weed, Steve thought to himself.

It definitely wasn’t their almost-kiss.

Steve breathed out, swallowing once the smoke was gone from his mouth.

“Good?” Eddie asked.

Steve should answer him, should nod and thank him for doing this, maybe ask him for another hit so he could try to blame his fidgeting on being high.

But Steve wanted to kiss him.

Not shotgun, not barely brush lips, not act like this wasn’t something more than what it started as.

Robin told him he deserved nice things, and he deserved to be happy, and he did.

So Steve let himself try to have a nice thing.

“Again?” Steve asked, leaning in before Eddie had a chance to take a drag.

“Woah, big boy.” Eddie’s hands grabbed his shoulders, not pushing him away, but holding him back from making contact that he so desperately wanted. “Think that first hit might have gotten to you already. Let’s take a minute.”

“No, I-”

“Steve. You’re high.”

His tone was final, and something about the way his eyes darted away made Steve think that maybe this wasn’t the first time someone tried to make a move on him because he was giving them something.

He didn’t know Steve was into men, either.

Steve could just tell him, though. Let him know it’s not just the drugs, that he’d already had feelings for him before.

But the high was kicking in and Steve’s tongue felt like an iron weight.

“How about I get you some water?” Eddie asked, pulling away and walking swiftly to his van.

Steve didn’t protest. He did need some water.

Eddie sat on the other side of the table when he came back, handed over a bottle of water with a small smile, and watched as Steve gulped most of it down.

“This is good shit,” Steve admitted, slurring his words a little from the effort of moving his mouth. “Better than usual.”

“Yeah, it’s a nice treat once in a while.”

They sat in silence for another 30 minutes or so, though the time didn’t even feel like it was passing to Steve until Eddie stood up and guided him to the passenger seat of his van.

“Wha-?”

“I’m gonna drop you off at home. You got someone who can help you get your car tomorrow?” Eddie buckled his seatbelt, Steve tried not to be too endeared. “Maybe Buckley? Or Wheeler?”

Steve’s brows furrowed.

Nancy had barely talked to him in months, not since she gave him one awkward hug after Starcourt. Robin couldn’t drive, or at least said she couldn’t. That’s why he drove her to school and all of her work shifts.

“Maybe you could?” Steve suggested.

Eddie sighed. “I’ll see what I can do.”

— — — — — — —

February 14, 1986

Steve got him flowers.

He hadn’t seen him since the night he drove Steve home.

By the time Steve woke up the next morning, his car was parked in the driveway with a note on his keys that said ‘Promise there’s not a dent on her.’

And then Eddie had ignored his calls. He’d conveniently never been at his spot anytime Steve had ever met up with him before.

He couldn’t even pass a message through Dustin because Dustin was too curious for his own good and would probably figure out that Steve wanted to kiss him.

Which is all Steve thought about for the last month while he figured out what to do next.

Robin was no help at all, said he should just corner him after Hellfire one night and make a move if he wanted him so bad.

As if that could ever be an option.

This was his last chance, though.

He’d confirmed with one of his bandmates – Garrett, maybe? – that he didn’t have plans tonight and refused to sell on Valentine’s Day.

Steve stood in front of Eddie’s trailer, a bouquet of white and pink daisies in his hand, feeling particularly stupid.

The van was here, so Eddie was here, but Steve couldn’t bring himself to walk up the steps and knock on the door. This was maybe the most idiotic thing he’d ever done and he probably should leave before he was seen by someone.

“Steve?” Eddie opened the front door, confusion clear even from a distance. “The hell are you doing here?”

“I said I’d bring you flowers.”

He felt so dumb, standing here holding a bouquet of flowers for a guy who didn’t even want to sell drugs to him anymore. He considered dropping the flowers and making a run for it, but Eddie leaned against the door frame and scrunched his nose up.

Like he was trying not to smile.

Like maybe Steve did something right.

“Better bring them in so they can get water, then,” Eddie said with a hesitant smile.

Steve would take any type of smile, as long as it meant he wasn’t being sent away with his tail between his legs.

He rushed inside, didn’t think about the smell of Irish Spring coming off of Eddie, or the way his arm brushed against his side as he passed him.

Steve stood in Eddie’s trailer, taking in what Eddie called home, holding the flowers in front of him with hope.

Eddie closed the front door and walked over to him, holding his hand out.

“You didn’t have to get me flowers just for me to sell you drugs again, ya know.” Eddie smiled sadly. “I would have let you buy if you really needed it.”

“You won’t return my calls so how would you know if I needed it?” Steve countered.

“Ouch.” Eddie sucked a breath in through his teeth. “You’re right. I, uh, was giving you some space.”

“What made you think I wanted any?” Steve took the flowers back from Eddie’s hand, setting them on the coffee table behind him. “If I wanted space, I wouldn’t have bothered calling at all.”

“That’s what Wayne said, but-”

“Well, maybe you should’ve listened to Wayne.” Steve sighed. “I’m sorry I fucked things up by wanting to kiss you. I’m sorry if the flowers are too much. I’m sorry if I’m too much.”

Steve couldn’t look at Eddie after his confession, or his attempt at one. It may have been more of an apology, but he figured his intentions were clear enough.

“Steve. Stevie. Look at me.” Eddie cupped his cheeks, that familiar warmth covering Steve in safety. “You’re not too much. Don’t ever, ever let anyone tell you that you’re too much. You were so high, I didn’t wanna take advantage. I thought if I just left you to think about it long enough, you’d realize what happened was just from the weed.”

Steve shook his head, reaching his hands up to circle Eddie’s wrists. “It wasn’t just the weed. You’d know that if you let me talk to you before now.”

Eddie rubbed his thumb along his cheekbone, eyes dancing across the freckles that covered Steve’s surprisingly sun-kissed skin. “I’m sorry I didn’t let you explain.”

“You’re forgiven if you listen now,” Steve took a breath, letting his hands run down Eddie’s arms and settle on his hips. “I like you. A lot. Definitely more than a customer should, more than a friend should, maybe more than a regular boyfriend should. It’s okay if that’s too much, but it’s what I have to give.”

“You’re really something, Stevie.” Eddie leaned in, pressing his lips to the corner of Steve’s mouth. “I think I’ll take what you’re giving if that’s alright with you.”

“Please,” Steve breathed out as Eddie’s lips crushed against his fully.

Steve always felt so much, always gave so much, hardly ever had anyone who would take what he had to give.

But Eddie was taking it, forcing it from Steve to his own body, his own heart, like it was the only thing he wanted or needed.

“If you wanna buy tonight, you’re gonna be real disappointed,” Eddie gasped out against his lips when they came up for air minutes, maybe hours, later. “I don’t sell on major holidays.”

“Is Valentine’s Day a major holiday?” Steve asked, brows furrowing.

“It is when I get to have you in my bed.”

Steve’s eyes widened. “Oh.”

“That sound okay to you, big boy?” Eddie was smooth. Who could have possibly guessed?

Steve barely got out a ‘yes’ before Eddie was pulling him down the short hallway to his bedroom and rattling off things he wanted to do to him.

Steve Harrington probably wasn’t getting any sleep tonight.

But Eddie Munson would make it worth his while.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #birthday fic

[mintys-playarea]

RUGGIE B. W A DUNCE! PLAYING! LOVER!

You had no idea how you were able to get a man such as him to fall in love with you. He was clever, sweet, a great cook, and an absolute cutie... Ruggie was yours and you were his!

You had many flaws. You weren't very smart, you had tendencies to mess with people... The list could go on. Yet he still loved you.

It was a cool, autumn day. Warm colored leaves fell from trees, leaving the courtyard a blend of reds, browns and oranges. There were plenty students walking and talking happily along with one another, the smell of pumpkin spice wafting in the air. Though you were relatively uninterested before... A particular student has caught your eyes. It was none other than the Azul Ashengrotto walking around, promoting his most recent sale for the Mostro Lounge... This was the perfect opportunity.

The leaves crunched beneath your shoes as you tapped his leg, your icy cold hands sneaking up his pant leg and touching his warm calf. He shivered with a loud yelp, immediately turning around to find no one there. You were hiding behind a nearby tree. You weren't hidden well of course, but Azul couldn't see you. He shook his head, sighing and brushing it off as the wind. As he continued to promote the sale, you snuck up on him again. You tapped his leg the same way as before, except... You weren't fast enough this time. He kicked you and hoisted you up with stern eyes.

"Do you understand how disrespectful you are?!" Azul screeched. He clearly disliked getting his legs touched like that.

You sputtered trying to come up with an excuse, panicking as you see the Leech twins starting to come into view. You squirmed as Azul held still and started walking.

"Excuse me boys, but may you help hand out flyers for me as i return this rascal to their owner? They were very disrupting to me, we wouldn't want that happening with to another," Azul had a slight pout as he continued walking. He muttered something to himself quietly before going into the Savannaclaw mirror.

Leona sighed as he saw Azul waltz up to him. "And how am i responsible for the herbivore??" He said with a tired look.

"Well, aren't they always over here? I'd assume it's because they have something with you?" Azul responded, almost annoyed with the fact he had to speak with Leona.

"No... You'd have to find Ruggie. He's— Right here," Leona groaned before returning to his room.

"Oh, hey there Az! Whatcha doin' here? And why do ya got lovebug there?" Ruggie commented on you being carried by Azul like a critter he finds dirty.

"I found.. er.. Lovebug messing with me during my promotion for the new Mostro Lounge sale... So you're the one taking care of.. this thing?"

"Aye, they're person, you know! Not just a 'thing.' But yes, i am in charge of taking care of Lovebug."

"I'll just hand them over already... You should really keep a watch on them. They're probably going to cause a big problem if you dont." Azul shook his head before leaving Savannaclaw finally.

"So... Lovebug, what was that about?"

You pulled out a to-go box of fresh food. Food you stole from Azul. A goofy smile spread across your face.

"Ahh... I see! I've trained you well... You deserve a treat for that!" Ruggie smiled along with you, bringing you into the kitchen.

"I know ya may not be tha brightest sometimes, but you're a sneaky lil' thang fo'sho! Here, ya wanna help bake some cookies to go with that meal?"

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TAGS!!: @cheezy-moon

A little note on how the tagging system works:

If I know you like a character and I end up writing for it, I'll tag you in it (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

Also, I have no clue what to put for name replacements so... I'll just do pet names! :D also I wanted to keep this in second person, but I kept it gn when I had to use the pronouns (*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀*⁠)

I also forgot how the mirrors work (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) and I gave ruggie a special way of talking! I like writing him speak like that :3

#disney twst #ruggie bucchi #twst ruggie #twisted wonderland ruggie #ruggie x reader #ruggie x yuu #Twst #twst wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #Ruggie bucchi fluff #The main course ♡ #savannaclaw #azul ashengrotto #azul twst #twisted wonderland azul #Tweels #octavinelle

[connorsbonez]

Stalkers and Cryptids

Timeline: Pre-OT4, Middle of OT3

About: Tim and Wes have a conversation about fucking up and how to proceed afterwards.

Court Talk

Tim watched as Wes turned the basketball in his hands with a contemplative expression on his freckled face out of the corner of his eye. The ginger hadn’t said anything since he dragged Tim out to a basketball court, leaving them in prolonged silence, and the vigilante could only imagine what possessed Wes to bring him out here.

He wondered distantly whether or not he could come up with a good reason to leave early without guilt so he could go back to the cold case he’d been working on.

Tim just wanted to be able to drown everything out, ignore his personal problems, and hyper focus on cases so he could actually help someo-

He grunted as something slammed into his stomach, instinctually grabbing it before it registered to him what it was. Tim glanced down at the basketball in confusion before looking up at an unamused Wes with knitted brows.

Wes scoffed softly, his head rolled back slightly as well as his eyes at the motion before he met Tim’s gaze again. “You were making that face again.”

“What face?”

“That really dumb one when you’re slowly slipping into self-depreciation from overthinking.”

Tim frowned. “I don’t make that face.” Who was he kidding, he probably did.

The ginger raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment, instead gesturing a hand over at the hoop. “Think you can make that shot?”

He pursed his lips, a feeling of frustration sparking in his chest, “What are you doing?” He asked, his grip on the basketball tightening. “Why are we here?”

Why are you still choosing to be around me? To have me in your life still?

“To rewrite the Declaration of Independence in a backwards Dutch-Ghostspeak love language.” Wes replied voice laced so heavily with sarcasm that Tim could practically taste it, crossing his arms as he leaned back on his heels. “We’re here to hang out, play basketball and I kick your ass at it, and I don’t know…” The conspiracy theorist paused, trailing off, the frown on his face softening as he looked down with a grimace at the ground for a brief moment. “…talk, I guess.” He ended the sentence awkwardly.

This is the weirdest breakup he’s ever experienced. Tim couldn’t help but think and he says as much, earning himself an incredulous look from Wes that quickly morphed into a familiar expression of ‘you’re such a fucking idiot’ and Tim used to think it wasn’t possible to have that look and have it still manage to look so fond (so painfully fond), but still very much annoyed, until the very first time he saw Wes make that expression at Danny and later Tim himself.

“Why the hell would you think that?”

Because I messed up, because my mistake got him hurt which in turn hurt you, because I’m a stupid horrible person who couldn’t not be nosy for one fucking moment and doesn’t deserve this and shouldn’t have had pretended I did.

“I think you know.” He answered vaguely, glancing away.

Wes’ eyes narrowed slightly, green eyes seemed to soften into a sort of understanding, an understanding much deeper than just getting what Tim meant and he couldn’t begin to imagine what Wes got. The ginger sighed and opened his arms, obligating the vigilante to bounce the basketball into his hands. Wes twisted the ball in his grip for a moment before he started bouncing it idly as he turned to face the hoop, Tim followed his gaze briefly before settling back at the theorist.

“I almost exposed Danny’s identity to a government branch that wanted to vivisect him and use him for experiments.” Wes confessed almost with an eerie casualness if not for the breathless way he said it, like he had to force the words out or else they’d never be heard, as he made the shot, the ball traced the rim before falling through the hoop, the bouncing was almost louder than it should have been as Tim stood in stiffened silence, trying to process what Wes just said.

Not that Wes gave him the time, continuing to plow through this conversation as he walked over to grab the ball, it seemed to shake in his hold as he stared down at it. “I’ve never been good at keeping secrets in the sense that I couldn’t leave things to lay, I didn’t understand that some things shouldn’t be brought to light. Ever. When I saw a mystery, I wanted to solve it and show it off to everyone and their mothers.”

Wes let out a huff that sounded close to a dull laugh. “Danny had a mystery that I had solved ages ago, it was pretty obvious for me, the problem was that no one seemed to see it too or believed me when I tried to tell them. Of course, I couldn’t leave it as that. I just had to get people to believe me and See The Truth.” His nose scrunched up at the end of his words and Tim thought that Wes’ green eyes seemed to glow for a moment under the setting sun.

“I did so many stupid things to try and prove it, things that Danny will probably happily tell you because some of them are downright mortifying. Like intensive stalking and publicly accusing him of being a ghost with his ghost hunting parents not two feet away from him.” The conspiracy theorist paused, taking in a breath as he bounced the ball a few times as if to comfort or ground himself. “The GIW hadn’t seemed so bad back then, for the humans at least, for those who didn’t know what they were really like and that unfortunately included me for a bit. And I was desperate at this point for anyone to believe me, so desperate that I fucking emailed the GIW about how I knew Phantom’s identity with some of my proof attached to make them believe me.”

Tim’s mouth was slightly hanging from that. “You what?”

Wes grimaced as he bounced the ball more harshly. “Yep. If Danny hadn’t broken into my house when he did to explain, it…would have ended much differently.” He finished his sentence after a moments of hesitation, turning again to throw the ball through the hoop again and going to retrieve it. Leaving Tim to process what he just learned.

Eventually Tim found Wes standing in front of him again, he looked at the ginger and licked his dry lips. “How’d you fix it?” He asked, his voice coming out more quiet than he wanted too. “How…did you get Danny to forgive you for that? He must have been angry with you.”

Wes blinked slowly, leaning back on his heels in a casual manner. “Oh. He didn’t.”

“What?”

“He didn’t forgive me.” Wes said slowly, like he was talking about the weather, as he leaned forward slightly and met Tim’s eyes again.

Tim stared back into green eyes as his body felt chilled, as if someone dumped a bucket of ice water onto him. An ugly bubbling feel squirmed inside him and made him ponder distantly if he was going to throw up or not. “But..you’re dating. You’re together.” He pointed out with a frown, confused on how Danny could date Wes if he didn’t forgive him.

The ginger sighs like he was an old man who just got told his dumbass grandkids were out doing something stupid and he needed to go get them. Wes let the ball hit the ground and roll off slowly as he crossed his arms. “Yeah. We are.”

“But..he doesn’t forgive you.”

“Uh huh.” Wes sighed again and scratched the back of his neck. “Look, here’s the thing Tim, no one’s obligated to forgive someone when they fuck up, majorly or not. It’s purely up to that person. But just because they don’t forgive that person, that doesn’t mean they can’t move on and grow from the experience, and maybe that results in those people losing contact or maybe they get close again as friends, family or lovers. It just..depends on the situation and the people.”

Wes paused to take a breath. “That’s not to, like, say there isn’t work both people have to put into healing that relationship, because there is. It’s so much work to repair that broken trust and mend the foundation so it can grow into something new.”

“Something new?”

“Well, yeah, there’s no fucking way that relationship is going to be exactly the same if it gets fixed.”

Tim swallowed thickly, uncomfortable and a little scared to ask his next question. “So..Danny’s never going to forgive me but with work he’ll hopefully still want to be with me?”

“I don’t know.” Wes replied with a simple shrug, making Tim blink widely in confusion. “What? What do you mean you don’t know?”

“It means, I don’t know whether or not Danny’s gonna forgive you and still want to be in a relationship with you. I’m not Danny, I don’t always know what’s going on in that cracked kaleidoscope mind of his.” Wes explained a bit too fondly as he poked at his temple. “But, if you ask for my personal opinion, you and Danny will be just fine. I mean, he’s dating me, on good terms with multiple of his rouge gallery, and is friends with two of his exes that have either successfully killed him or have tried too.”

That was so much information at once, holy hell. “What-“

“Plus, not to sound egotistical or anything, but what I did was arguably worse compared to what you did. You did it out of a source of concern and love, I did it for the ego boost.”

“Wes-“

“What I’m trying to say is,” Wes carried on, clasping his hands together, “there’s nothing to worry about as long as you guys do some simple little thing.”

Tim raised an eyebrow. “What?”

Wes inhaled and leaned forward slightly. “Talk to one another and figure it out.”

The vigilante paused and blinked several times because…that’s it? Really? And he asks as such, tone utterly confused. Wes laughed in response and shrugged, something he’s been doing a lot recently, as he gave Tim an almost flat look.

“Yep, that’s it. Shocking isn’t it? But yeah, that’s all you really have to do, just…sit down and talk to each other. Figure yourselves out and how y’all are going to continue from there.”

That…was a plan. Not something Tim did very much, both as a Drake and as a Drake-Wayne, but it was a plan nonetheless. It didn’t remove the anxiety that thrashed and clawed inside him, the fear and the what ifs. Not adding that there was something to this plan that was wrong in the way that something wasn’t even mentioned in it.

“What about you?”

Wes paused and his nose scrunched up in confusion. “Huh?”

“What about you.” Tim repeats his words again as he stared down the theorist. “Where do you stand in this situation, Wes? You’ve given me advice and how to proceed with this situation and what could possibly happen but you’ve never stated your own opinion on this.”

Wes frowned slightly at Tim. “I thought it was pretty obvious what my stance was on this.”

“No, no, not really. Well- kind of? Look, I guess what I’m trying is ask is…” Tim paused, resisting the urge to lick his lips as his heart squeezed painfully at the thought he’d formed. “..Should Danny and I…break up because of this, will we also be separating?” Tim’s voice slowly got quieter as he asked the elephant in the room, the dreadful question.

Wes blinked slowly, as if this wasn’t something the ginger had thought too hard about, and he was silent for a long moment which made Tim’s skin itch before he finally replied. “…No. I’m not going to leave you should you and Danny end up breaking up.”

Something loosened in Tim’s chest, only slightly but it was still a nice weight removal all the same.

“Really?”

Wes made a micro expression like he instinctually wanted to say something snarky before his face quickly smoothed out and he nodded. “Really.”

“Okay…okay. I think it’s time I go talk to Danny.”

•• End ••

What did Tim do? Who knows! Up to you I guess.

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[blixssily]

Hey!! Congrats on 100+ followers 🎺🎉

Not sure if your requests are open, so feel free to ignore this if they’re not! <3

Can I request some JJK headcanons. Specifically Geto with a younger sibling? (They’re also a jujutsu sorcerer).

And can this be one where he doesn’t turn into the cult leader?

This new season of jjk has been ROUGH and I just need some fluff content😭

Thanks! Have a great day/night!

💜

"stop growing up so fast."

| you're their younger sibling!! how do they treat you?

| gojo satoru, geto suguru included

˓ ꒱ notes and disclaimers: characters might be ooc (especially nanami), reader is their younger sibling and is gender neutral. apologies for any spelling mistakes!!

˓ ꒱ authors notes: thank you so much for this request!! honestly i haven't been writing jjk that much so i apologise if these are ooc :( my requests are always open as of now so please feel free to send some in!!

| gojo satoru *◞

i feel like he'd make a really fun big brother, the type you can joke about anything with. you two would always end up a little late to class, you always blame it on his antics but he insists that you were the main cause of why the two of you were late.

he'd be the type to steal your snacks and a) insult you for your tastes in snacks/sweets or b) he would steal more when you weren't looking.

"did you. just take. another one of my snacks behind my back."

"no i didn't." whilst he's literally chewing on the said snack he stole.

i can kinda see him being a little protective of you too, not in an overbearing way but more of a "i'll look out for you" kinda way. like in a scenario where you two get sent on a mission together, he's more likely to be more observant when it comes to you. he'd still tease you if you got scared by something but when he senses that you're stressed or anxious he'd give you a light pat on your shoulder.

"there's no need to be scared." you look up at him as he lightly patted your shoulder. "your big brother is the strongest after all." he'd say in his usual light hearted (cocky) tone, and suddenly all admiration you might've had for him has been throw away as you kick the back of his knee a little. you laugh in his face as his stumbles a little.

i feel like whenever the both of you go out for lunch or dinner together he always insists on paying, in the most asshole way ever.

"i could never let my baby sister pay for my meal!" as he jokingly pushed the bill closer to your side of the table. yet before you can grab it he snatches it out of your reach. "it's ok, you're probably too poor to even pay for me." even though he knows you're just as rich as him.

yet if he ever got the sense that he went too far in his antics he'd apologise, maybe not in the most forward way but you'd know he means it. he'll buy you either something that you've been wanting for awhile or just some of your favourite snacks.

id like to imagine that whenever you go on solo missions, he'd secretly be really worried for you. he knows you can fight amazingly (having learned from the best) but he just can't help that uneasy feeling. suguru and shoko can sense when he's anxious, his leg is bouncing up and down as he's waiting for you at the entrance of jujutsu high. when he sees you he acts like he hasn't been worrying over you at all.

"fiiiiinaly you're back, i was stuck here waiting for you." he pretends to act annoyed at having to wait there for his younger sibling and you just roll your eyes and flip him off.

whenever you're sad or in need of comfort he honestly wouldn't know what to do. sometimes he walks past your room and he can hear the faint sound of sniffles. he stops in his place, contemplating if he should go inside your room or act like he never heard you at all. ultimately he usually sends you a text saying that he's proud of you, that you deserve a break and that you two should go out sometime to relax.

[tooth brush 8:47 a.m -> you] "hey, you've been going on a lot of missions lately. wanna go out to relax a little? my treat."

[tooth brush 8:48 a.m -> you] "i'm proud of you yk?"

you leave him on read but he knows you appreciated it, he goes up to you after school asking where you'd like to go out for dinner.

he'd introduce you to his friends, namely suguru and shoko. you guys actually spend some nights together playing games or watching movies. you guys aren't in the same year (reader is one year younger than gojo) but when you pass by the trio in the hall you sometimes like to mess with your brother by only greeting suguru and shoko.

"morning getou, morning shoko." you bow slightly to them, blatantly ignoring your older brother.

"hey! what about me??" he stops as he turns his head back to you. "oh sorry, didn't you see there." you say as you snick your tongue out at him, sprinting forward as he starts chasing you down the halls. shoko immediately pulls out her phone as suguru just leans against the wall and laughs at the two of you.

| geto suguru *◞

amazing older brother, very chill with you. honestly he lets you do whatever you want as long as it's not harming you in any way. you guys don't often go out together but i feel like he's the type to just send you funny pictures or videos.

he's the kind of older brother who would, after an afternoon of going out with satoru at the arcade, would come back with a plush of a character you liked or something you've said that you've wanted for awhile.

"hey i got you something" and it's this ginormous plushie he's somehow managed to fit through the door.

"you don't have to always bring me back something whenever you go out with gojo. i barely have any space left on my bed." you laugh, taking the huge plushie from your big brother. "just put some on the floor then."

"has going out with gojo so much caused you to go dumb??" you stare at him. "i'm gonna tell that to him." he sighs as he pulls out his phone.

when you two go on a mission together, it's usually pretty casual between the two of you. you both have the same calmness about you when on missions, only engaging in light conversations and mild teasing. you bullying suguru and he bullies you back but you end up complaining that he's so mean to his baby sister, that as the big brother he should be nice to you. you laugh as he rolls his eyes.

if he notices that during the mission you seem a little uneasy he'd ask if there was anything wrong or if you had noticed something.

"what's wrong? is something wrong?" he asks, slowing down his pace as you walk next to him. "nothing. it's stupid." you sigh, trying to put on your best nonchalant face but you know it won't fool your brother for long.

"try me, i spend almost everyday with satoru." you both laugh at this. "i'm just feeling a little nervous that's all." you huff out after a few more moments of silence.

"hmm, i can't help much with that to be completely honest but i know you'll be fine in this mission. you're strong, if you need any help, i'll be right behind you." he assures you, going deeper into the dark building you two were assigned to.

i feel like he'd also be a little protective of you like satoru. if you have any guy friends come over to your room or you go out with a guy he'd interrogate you on what happened. and if he ever found out that someone hurt you or you got hurt during a mission, you wouldn't even dare tease him about this protective side of him.

"who did this to you?" he'd ask with an eerie calmness in his voice as he's dressing your wounds. "it's fine really, i exorcised the curse already. i just got a little clumsy is all." you laugh it off, wincing as he dabs on some ointment on your arm.

"tsk, be more careful next time." he'd sigh, more relieved than annoyed actually. he's proud you defeated such a powerful curse but he still worries about your safety.

if he senses that you've been losing motivation to go to school or not talking to your friends much he'd come into your room unannounced to make sure that everything was ok. he's been through what you're going through right now and he doesn't want you to go through such a dark place.

"hey, i noticed you look kinda out of it recently. what's going on?" he asks, sitting next to you on the floor while you're sitting on your bed, his back is turned to you.

when you don't respond he speaks up again. "it's fine if you don't wanna answer me or even talk right now. i want you to know that no matter how busy i am or how much time i spend with satoru or shoko that i'm always here for you. you're my favourite sister after all." he adds in the last part to try to get a laugh out of you.

"i'm your only sister." you slightly smack his shoulder as giggle. he's glad he's able to make you laugh in times like these.

you always ask him where he buys his shampoos or hair masks and he just smiles at you, pretending like he never heard you at all. you've ask him the same question for years now and he's never given you the answer.

[you 2:54 p.m-> big brother ru] "if you don't tell me where you get your shampoo from i'm gonna cut your hair in your sleep."

[suguru 3:03 p.m -> copycat] "kys."

i imagine that whenever you were younger you'd always look up to suguru as your inspiration. kinda following what he would do when you both were just kids. hence the contact name now

you're actually good friends with shoko! you meet up with her sometimes for lunch after school. you like bullying gojo with your brother but when you're alone with him you get quiet cause you're only able to insult him casually when your older brother is around.

"why are you so quiet when suguru isn't around??" gojo asks, suguru left to get you guys some drinks from the vending machine (he lost a scissors paper stone match..) "dunno, you scare me." you shrug causing shoko to laugh.

"yea stop scaring our poor junior." the arm that shoko has around your shoulder tightens. "satoru tends to scare people like that." suguru sits back down in the space between you and satoru. "stop scaring my sister will you?" "i wasn't even doing anything!" while you and shoko just laugh at them.

notes and reblogs are heavily appreciated !!

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[acey-wacey]

May I have kiwi 🥝 with Leona please?

Pairing - Leona Kingscholar x Reader

Prompt - "You have no idea how you make me feel."

...

Leona begrudgingly peeked an eye open to investigate the disturbance to his afternoon nap. He didn't even need to open his eyes to recognize the annoying voice that had awoken him.

"Could you move?"

"Nice to see you too, as always, Y/N," he groaned, sleep still evident in his voice. You put your hands on your hips and huffed as the lion beastman just rolled over, completely ignoring you.

You needed one specific herb for one specific potion in your alchemy class which just happened to grow in the bed right behind where Leona was resting.

"I'm not joking, Leona," you threatened, your patience quickly wearing thin as you tapped your foot on the floor of the botanical gardens. "If you don't move, I will move you with force."

"Do it," he mumbled with teasing in his low voice. "I'd like to see you try."

You grumbled something to yourself that he couldn't quite hear but he was positive was an insult. He threw his arm over his eyes to cover his face from the bright light of the sun, also expressing his disregard for your annoyance.

He heard rustling from above him and decided to brush it off as you probably making some immature gesture at him. He was content to continue sleeping until he felt a sharp kick in the side of his stomach.

"What was that for?" He sat up with newfound energy from the offense. He caught sight of your sheepish face before noticing the position you were in.

You had stepped over his sleeping body with one leg just enough to barely reach the plant behind him. In the process, you had kicked him in the side but gotten your herb. Your expression changes from mildly guilty to rather pleased.

"It was an accident but you deserved it," you huffed, tossing your head dramatically. Leona scoffed and kicked you back, right in the leg.

You gasped in offense and kicked him again in the leg. It didn't take long with this back and forth for Leona to get fed up. He pulled your legs out from under you, which wasn't hard to do, considering your precarious position, and pinned you to the ground with his hands on either side of your head.

"Stop doing that," he growled lowly, actively reminding you that he was, in fact, a predator. You shifted your eyes to the side, unable to bring yourself to look at him when you could feel his breath on your neck.

"You wouldn't move," you finally muttered, too stubborn to allow your sworn enemy to render you speechless.

"You..." Leona cut himself off with an exasperated chuckle. He bit his lip and looked around the garden, anywhere but you, as he laughed with broken humor. "You have no idea how you make me feel, do you? "

"Yeah, you've expressed a few of the adjectives for me. Annoying, obnoxious, idiotic..."

"I'm not talking about...!" Leona groaned in exasperation though the humorless irony of your cluelessness was not lost on him. "You are so stupid."

"I don't see how this is doing anything but proving my point."

"Just shut up and listen to me, would you?"

The desperation in Leona's voice was enough to silence you. Normally, you would protest any command given by the lion but given your current position and the silent pleading behind his eyes, you remained compliant. Leona sighed and took a deep breath.

"You make me feel... frustrated," you snorted at that but stopped when Leona glared pointedly at you. "You frustrate me because how the Seven is it that someone so stupid and annoying can be this pretty and smart and opinionated?"

You were so ready to give a sarcastic rebuttal that you barely processed what he said. Your eyes widened as you realized the words "pretty and smart" just came out of Leona's mouth.

"You are the only person who had dared to talk back to me and it is ridiculously attractive," Leona dared to stare straight into your eyes, boring holes into your head as you squirmed under his gaze. "No one else dares even come near me but you, somehow, have the audacity to, not only approach me, but even insult me."

Leona chuckled and you glanced to him quickly only to look away before he could notice. Too late. He grabbed your cheeks as gently as he could with one hand and forced you to look at him.

"You would make a great ruler, Y/N," Leona whispered in your ear, making you shiver. "What do you say? Will you stay by my side?"

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #disneytw #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #savanaclaw #nyxscarnival

[somber-sapphic]

Ruined Plans

〘Prompt 10- "The only place we're going is to the pharmacy."〙

〘Notes- Two in one night and maybe (hopefully) a third will follow!〙

〘Summary- Your plans to go to the aquarium are ruined by a pesky cold and an overprotective witch.〙

〘Word Count- 700〙

〘Pairing- Wanda Maximoff x Sick Reader〙

〚Main Masterlist〛⌶〚Sicktember Masterlist〛

“Come on Wanda, please?!” You begged, following the witch as she walked around the kitchen island, narrowly avoiding her hastily kicked off heels. She was annoyed with you, well, maybe not with you, with the circumstances of the day.

It was supposed to be a fun trip to the aquarium (or “water zoo” as you jokingly called it) at night, with a special jellyfish exhibit. The videos you’d found on the internet showed beautiful creatures flowing under blacklight floating and pulsing against each other. It was magnificent. You had been looking forward to it for weeks.

Then, you got sick. Some kid you had rescued had repaid you with a cold that was taking a toll on you. You’d loaded up on cold meds and participated in every home remedy you could find, but nothing was working.

An hour ago, you had made the wonderful decision to take twice the recommended dose of Dayquil, hoping against hope that it would make you well enough to enjoy this trip. Despite your best efforts, it didn’t work. For whatever reason, this bug seemed immune to the medication you’d been throwing at it.

“No. The only place we’re going is to the pharmacy.” She huffed, whirling around to face you. The witch’s forehead was crinkled in concern, her brow furrowed, and lips turned sharply downward. She was worried, but also disappointed about missing the jellyfish.

“Wandaaaaa!” You whined pouting and stamping your foot. You were acting pathetic, that you were well aware of. In this instance, you felt like you deserved a bit of a break. You were sort of high on cough medicine and something you were very excited about wasn’t happening. Everyone deserves a little temper tantrum after that.

“Don’t ‘Wanda’ me, missy.” She sighed and shook her head slightly, regaining her composure.

“We’ll go soon, okay? But for now, as soon as that stuff wares off you’re going to crash hard. I mean, a fever even with the amount that you took, love that’s a bad sign and you know it.”

You slumped and crossed your arms over your chest, turning to stare at the floor. The two of you stayed in fragile silence until a sneeze ruined it. You caught the sneeze in your sweater covered palms, holding them there to catch two more. It was gross.

Wanda walked forward and took your elbows, her sock clad feet padding quietly across the kitchen tile. You lowered your hands slowly and sniffled, wiping your nose on your sleeve. With the adrenaline gone, you were feeling how you actually felt. And how you actually felt was bad.

“We’ve been planning this for months.” You whispered, on the verge of real tears. It wasn’t very often that you got so excited about specific plans, but this trip was something you had been looking forward to since the moment Wanda had the idea.

“Aw, sweetheart, I know. I’ll reschedule, okay? We’ll go as soon as we can. For now, why don’t I make you some tea, yeah? I know your throat hurts.” She was right of course, your throat definitely hurt. Every swallow felt like knives scraping down your esophagus.

“I don’t like tea.” You complained meekly, lower lip beginning to quiver. Wanda rolled her eyes a bit but understood your stubbornness. It was not a secret that you despised the leaf water, but she also knew that it would help.

“I’ll make it with lots of extra honey. Go change into something nice and warm and we’ll watch something about the ocean, we’ll have our own little aquarium.” Wanda said kindly, leaning over to kiss your forehead. You nodded, tempted by the idea of an ocean documentary. It was a cute idea and better than nothing.

“I love you.” You whispered, still not ready to admit that you should probably be laying down. She grinned and kissed your forehead again, pulling you into a quick hug.

“I love you too. Oh, and I wasn’t joking about the pharmacy. We’re going tomorrow, you took all of the medicine. Dummy.” You groaned and waved a hand at her as you walked away, trudging to the stairs. It may not have been the night you were looking forward to, but it would still be fun. Or at least…maybe. Your body was beginning to make you second guess that fact.

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[bungouchronicles]

Soukoku and their views on humanity

I said I'd make this post so here it is!

This post will include spoilers for the stormbringer lightnovel ‼️‼️(and also fifteen)

So the way Dazai and Chuuya view humanity is inherently different.

Dazai views it as a state of mind. If you act human you're human. To be human has to do with compassion and empathy. It's about what we call 'human nature'. And for someone like he, who (atleast as a teenager) did not feel and think in the way he deemed right he couldn't view himself as human.

Chuuyas view on what makes someone human is much more literal. "If you're a human then you're human." So in stormbringer, when he finds out he might not be an organic human to begin with it causes him to question and struggle with his own humanity.

In a way they are what the other wishes they could be.

Dazai wants to feel human, he wants to find that reason to live that comes so naturally for everyone around him, that's why he joined the mafia. Then comes chuuya, who is in whatever way you look at it so incredibly human. He wears his heart on his sleeve, he's so expressionate and most importantly, he feels deeply and at all times. Chuuya too came from that life Dazais had searched for and he had it all. They were the same type of people and still, chuuya was so different, so bright. And Chuuya might not even be human, but Dazai couldn't care less, because to him, even this made-made string of code was more human than he could ever wish to be. I think one of the reason Dazai loved to annoy Chuuyas from day one were to see that emotion on his face, as even more proof of his humanity.

This idea is even backed up by that scene in fifteen was Dazai continues to shoot that man even after he's already died. Dazai's almost like in a trance, mumbling about how "this is more than you deserve". Then Chuuya kicks the gun out of Dazais hand and says "Quit shooting dead bodies". Dazai responds with "You're right. You're absolutely right. What you say is probably correct." Because that's the correct way to think, what Chuuya had told him only further proved what Dazai had feared to be true.

I'll probably talk about their view on death as a whole some other day because Al find it really interesting and this is one of my favorite scenes when it comes to analysis.

To Chuuya, Dazai is everything but bright. Dazai is in anyway you see it entirely human. Born to a mother and raised among humankind. Still, he can't appreciate that. He doesn't understand what Chuuyas would give to have that. He's too stuck up about how he'll never be human, how the world Chuuya fought so hard to survive in is so very terrible. Dazai has "everything" and he still isn't happy with it. Weirdly enough, he seems so sure that Chuuya is infact human, without any proof of it either.

Chuuya had a reason to hate Dazai from the beginning (the whole thing with the sheep only further tainted Chuuyas view on Dazai), and I think he did, until the events if Stormbringer that is. That was when he won his unconditional trust. Dazai never fully hated Chuuya, but in a way Chuuya did question everything Dazai believed in. He was something unpredictable and exciting in his otherwise dull life. That was how he convinced Dazai to keep living after the Rimbaud fight.

That wasn't all good though. You're not usually extraordinary happy when someone comes along and changes everything.

I saw someone talk about how Chuuya always got up and continued on even after all the misfortune he has gone through while Dazai was afraid to try, knowing everything he would never want to lose is always lost the moment he obtains it. That was a brilliant way to see it. Chuuya challenged Dazai and from the beginning, and he wanted to hate him for it.

But time goes on, as it always does and suddenly Chuuya knows that he's most probably human after all. Does this make this 'analysis' all for nought? I don't think so, because I adore the themes of humanity in BSD and this is more an analysis from the perspective of teenage soukoku. Chuuya no longer struggles as much with his humanity and Dazai feels more than he ever has before, even if it's not "the correct way" to feel and think.

Conclusion:

Dazai views humanity as a state of mind and Chuuya views it as a state of body. They both are what the other one wished they could be and that's one of the reasons they had a lot of actual conflict as teenagers.

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[jjtheresidentbaby]

baby spencer who definitely is NOT regressed on the jet ride back to quantico and garcia, morgan, and big sis jj can’t help but notice. after lots of coddling and a meltdown from spencer, he starts to warm up to the rest of the team. (i really love the idea of fatherly hotch and regressor spencer :(( ) but less sad and more just spencer getting the love he deserves. n garcia is the coolest of cool aunts and she most definitely is waltzing over with her ipad and a whole folder of new games for spencer to play!! sorry m rambling i hope u have the best day/night <3

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|| jennifer jareau x spencer reid

a/n: this more so turned into big sis Jj & lil bro reid sry

warnings: talk of rosslyn/when Jj was a kid, reid being insecure about his regression

Jj kicks her foot lightly against Reid’s leg, he’s curled up in the corner of the couch on the jet while Jj is sprawled across the rest of it. She might be annoying him, but she’s regressed to around fourteen and that’s the best age to be annoying her younger brother in her humble opinion.

“Reid?” She sing songs his name and grins when he huffs at her, she’s pretty sure he’s regressed or at least starting to.

“Let’s play cards I’m bored.” Bored and keenly aware that there’s over four hours left on this plane ride, she hates cases in Alaska for this exact reason.

“Not now Jj, I’m tired.” A small pout appears on Jj’s lips, Spencer’s never too tired to play cards with her, especially when she’s regressed and she knows he knows, the entire team does. She had accidentally made it very apparent when she waltzed down to the lobby of their hotel in black skinny jeans and her rock music playing loudly in her headphones. Whoops.

“Are you okay?” Reid lets out a small sigh when Jj slides over to his side and lays her head on his shoulder.

“Yeah I’m okay.” The assurance sounds fake and Reid drops his eyes to the floor as he says it, only furthering Jj’s concern.

“You know you can regress if you want to.” She makes a point not to say ‘need to’ as she remembers before she got more comfortable in her regression she had it in her head that if she didn’t absolutely need to regress, she shouldn’t. It took a while for her to realize that regression is how she copes and she’s allowed to regress when she wants to, and she knows Hotch has been trying to make Reid understand the same truth.

“I don’t.” It’s meant to have a snap to it but it doesn’t, Spencer’s too tense to show that much emotion. He’s so curled in on himself Jj wonders if it hurts to sit like that with his tall frame, and if he realizes how outwardly stressed he looks.

“Can I nap with you?” The question must take Reid off guard as he turns his head and furrows his brows at Jj.

“You said you were tired, we can nap together.” After school she remembers throwing herself onto Rosslyn’s bed where her older sister was probably already half asleep since the higher grades got out a little earlier than the younger ones. It’s a memory she clings onto, the sunny afternoons she’d spend in her sisters room half awake giggling at Rosslyn’s playful teasing and badly sung pop songs are some of Jj’s favorite moments she had with her sister.

“Um…” Spencer trails off and chews his bottom lip while his hand fidgets with the corner of his shirt. He’s definitely falling into his headspace, Jj can practically see it stamped across his forehead.

“Or we can play games on Penny’s ipad if you want, or ask Rossi to tell us war stories, or have Hotch read to us, or Em can play poker with us…” Her shoulder bumps into Reid’s with a smile on her face as she lets her voice go quiet, waiting for Spencer to be the one to decide what they do. Rosslyn used to do the same thing with Jj, it feels like something a big sister has to do.

“Can we um… play games on Penny’s ipad?” Jj immediately nods and ruffles Spencer’s hair before standing to walk over to where Garcia is sat next to Derek.

“Hi there pumpkin, need something?” The blonde instantly greets Jj, ignoring whatever banter she was just having with Morgan.

“Could me and Spence use your ipad to play games?” A chuckle comes from Derek with a mutter about Jj using the ipad more than Garcia herself which Jj promptly sticks her tongue out at. Until Penelope tells her to stop asking or the games get boring, she’ll be using that ipad anytime she can get her hands on it.

“Course sweetie, here you are. You remember the password?” She nods, the password is Unicorns123 which is very easy to remember even when Jj’s regressed.

“I’m back!” Reid lets out an oof when Jj thumps into his side and clicks the ipad open to the folder of games Garcia has downloaded for her. There’s a few she only uses when she’s regressed really young and others reserved for when she’s a tad older, she isn’t sure what age range Spencer falls into right now so she goes with a block stacking game since that seems safe for about any age.

“Here, you play and I’ll watch.” A beaming smile gets sent Jj’s way as Spencer takes the ipad from her hands, his tongue poking out the side of his mouth in concentration and a low hum of contentment coming from his throat. Jj can’t hold back her own grin, settling against Spencer’s side to watch him try to line the blocks up, and a warm feeling spreading through her chest. She thinks she’s getting pretty good at big sister duties.

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[dwobbitfromtheshire]

From Hell to Home To Back Again

Summary: At the talent show, Chrissy Cunningham is so hungry that she nearly collapses. When she's found by Hopper, her parents ended up losing custody of her. She ends up being placed in the care of the Hendersons, and she finally finds the family she so desperately needed. She also ends up falling in love. What other changes are made in this alternate universe?

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Prologue . . . Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chrissy had been having a pleasant dream until a certain annoying little brother woke her up. Ready to yell at him, Dustin opened his mouth and said something that made her heart stop.

"Eddie's house blew up."

"What?!" Chrissy screamed as she sat up.

"Yeah, it's on the news," Dustin said.

"Is Eddie - is he - ?" She couldn't say the words.

"I don't know, they didn't say if they found a body. They did say a cop got shot, though," he replied.

Chrissy grabbed her robe and kicked off the covers. Mews landed on the other side of the bed with a loud meow.

"Sorry, Mews," Chrissy said.

She ran into the living room with Dustin, the news blaring on the TV. They watched with rapt attention as they waited for them to say whether or not there was a body. All they said was that a young man had been arrested. Once they said that, Chrissy immediately picked up the phone to call Hopper.

"Is he alive?" Were the words out of Chrissy's mouth as soon as Hopper answered the phone.

"Yeah, we got him. He's in our holding cells," Hopper said.

"What happened?" Chrissy asked.

"I don't know. He's not saying much. I think the kid is in shock," Hopper said. "All I know is that there were shots fired at his house. Officer Moore responded to the call. There were two guys holding Al and Eddie at gunpoint. One of them shot Officer Moore, and Al took off, leaving Eddie to help Moore by stopping the bleeding. It worked. The kid saved his life. Knowing Al, he probably conned his own kid into helping him."

"Jesus," Chrissy muttered and paused. "I'm glad he's okay. When you do go to talk to him again, make sure that you don't call him Junior. He hates that."

"I'll keep you updated," Hopper said. "Get some rest, you're going to school soon."

"Yeah, like that's going to happen," Chrissy said. "Thanks, Hop."

She hung up the phone and relayed the news to her brother.

"Chrissy. . .did Eddie's dad really con him?" Dustin asked.

"That's what Hop thinks, and judging from what I've heard about him, Hopper's probably right about that," Chrissy said.

"A lot of people say a lot of stuff about Eddie, but you still say that he's a good man," Dustin said.

Chrissy frowned as she thought about it. In one way, what Dustin said was true, but in another, he was wrong.

"Well, some rumors are true, and some aren't. Maybe there's good buried deep down inside of him, but considering that he abandoned his son yet again tells me that it must buried really deep," Chrissy replied and paused. "By the way, what were you doing up so early?"

"I had a nightmare, couldn't sleep," Dustin muttered.

Chrissy sighed, knowing Dustin was probably having a nightmare about her again. She pulled him close her and kissed the top of his head. They fell asleep snuggled up together. Pretty soon, it was time for school. Ronnie wasn't waiting at her locker this time, which sometimes happened now when she chose to wait by Robin's. She didn't see Ronnie until lunchtime. Hellfire had officially joined their lunch table, and Chrissy could tell by the looks on their faces that they learned about what happened or what they thought happened.

"I hope Eddie's okay," Nancy said softly, looking sympathetically at Chrissy.

"I hope he's rotting in a jail cell," Gareth snorted. "He deserves it."

"Really?" Chrissy asked.

"He was an asshole who abandoned us, and it's his fault he got caught up in all of that shit, anyway," Jeff said.

"I'm not saying that that's not true, but do you really think he deserves to have his home destroyed?" Chrissy asked.

"He was leaving it anyway," Dougie said.

"Doesn't everyone leave home eventually? Doesn't mean that it's still not home," Steve said, and the boys gave him a look. "But I could be wrong."

"No, Steve’s right. Eddie's home has always been Hawkins, and he never felt welcome here. He saw a way out, and he grabbed it," Chrissy said. "Could there have been a better way to do it? Yeah, possibly. You have every right to be hurt, but Eddie learned the hard way in what it means to trust Al Munson. No one is harder on himself than Eddie is right now."

"Shouldn't you be more pissed than anyone? You two were - ," Gareth started to say.

"Of course, I'm pissed but I figured that could wait until later because right now, all I can feel is relief that Eddie is alive," Chrissy said. "As you should be. I was woken up this morning by my brother: "Eddie's house blew up." It scared the shit out of me because suddenly, I was picturing Eddie's body burnt to a crisp. So, no, he didn't deserve to learn the lesson that way."

Chrissy bit her lip, trying to stop the tears from falling.

"Shit, sorry, Chrissy," Gareth said.

"Okay, enough talk about Eddie," Ronnie said, glaring at Gareth. "At least for now."

After school, Chrissy found Hopper waiting outside, talking to Jason. She frowned. Gareth found her outside and walked up to her.

"What's going on?" Gareth asked.

"I don't know, but it's Jason, so it could be anything," Chrissy said.

"Did you know Jason stopped hanging out with Tommy Hayes and Connor?" Gareth asked.

"No," Chrissy said. "How do you know that?"

"I accidentally saw him arguing with them. I briefly heard them bringing up Eddie's name, but then Jason pushed him before mentioning something about Higgins and pills," Gareth said. "I moved on before they could notice me."

Hopper caught Chrissy's eyes and nodded at her for her to come over. Chrissy squeezed Gareth's arms and walked over to Hopper.

"Hey, Hop," Chrissy greeted him with a smile.

"Mr. Carver just told what really happened the day Eddie dropped out of school. Apparently, Higgins convinced the teachers not to let Eddie use their classrooms but neglected to inform him and then set them on Eddie when he tried to break into the classroom. He's been pressuring his players into messing with Hellfire and Eddie just so he could get him to drop out. Jason also let me know that Higgins has been giving some of the players drugs to help their performance," Hopper said.

"Why?" Chrissy asked Jason softly.

"I didn't like who I was when I was on them," Jason shrugged. "My parents are going to get me some help. I'm sorry about all of it. You didn't need me to protect you and to mess with Eddie like that. . . I just wanted to win. None of its an excuse for what I did."

"You here to arrest Higgins?" Chrissy asked.

"Yeah, I'm going to need a statement from you from what happened that day, if you don't mind talking about it," Hopper said.

"Whatever helps nail that asshole to the wall," Chrissy said cheerfully.

"I should probably get in there," Hopper said. "I'll be watching you, Carver."

Hopper walked away, storming into the school with Officer Powell. Jason turned to look at Chrissy, looking extremely guilty.

"It's going to take some time for me to forgive you because what you did was so fucked up," Chrissy said and looked at him softly. "But in the end, you did do the right thing, and I do understand that you were drugged by someone who was supposed to protect you. He took advantage of you, and that wasn't right. So, I'm going to get there a lot quicker because of it, but it doesn't mean you have a chance with me."

"Of course. I know that I blew that a long time ago. I'll still spend the rest of my life making it up to you and the others," Jason said.

He said goodbye and walked away. His shoulders slumped as he shoved his hands in his pockets. Chrissy wandered back over to Gareth, only to find that the rest of Hellfire had shown up.

"What the hell was that about?" Ronnie asked, and Chrissy told them what happened.

"Isn't that going to ruin his basketball career?" Gareth asked.

"Probably," Chrissy said.

"Ugh, I'm feeling a little bit of respect for Jason Carver. Gross," Gareth said. "Still hate him."

"Well, I'm not leaving until I see Higgins come out in cuffs," Jeff said.

Apparently, word got around, too, because suddenly, most of the students were standing by the school doors. They opened, and Hopper came out with Principal Higgins in handcuffs. The school erupted into cheers. Apparently, most of the students didn't like him very much.

"Take that, you arrogant dick!" A student yelled out.

Higgins' eyes caught Chrissy's, and he glared at her.

"This is all your fault, you and your - ,"

"My meddling dog?" Chrissy asked cheerfully, and everyone laughed.

"One phone call and Miss Ecker's dream of going to New York is over!" Higgins exclaimed.

"Are you seriously blackmailing students in front of two cops?" Powell asked.

"I don't think anyone is going to take you seriously once they learned you've been arrested for giving drugs to your students," Hopper said. "Move and don't you say another word to Chrissy. You don't even fucking look at her."

Chrissy waved happily at him as he looked away. She turned to say something to the others, only to find them looking at her.

"Is that what happened in Higgins' office?" Ronnie asked softly. "He told Eddie that he would put the fight on my permanent record, and he would call New York? I lose my scholarship, or Eddie drops out?"

"Yeah," Chrissy said.

"That dumbass," Jeff said affectionately.

"I can't believe he did that," Gareth said.

"I can," Ronnie said. "And you knew?"

"Trust me, it killed me not to say anything, but I didn't want you to lose your scholarship. You mean a lot to Eddie, but you also mean a lot to me, too," Chrissy said.

Ronnie pulled her into a tight hug, sighing into her hair.

"You're both idiots," Ronnie laughed. "And you both deserve each other."

Of course, Chrissy didn't expect Eddie to start back to school right away, considering it was almost the end of the school year. With his grades being what they were, he still would have had to come back next year anyway. She gave it a few days before going to speak to him, giving him some time to settle in with Wayne. A little part of her kind of wanted him suffer a bit. It was petty, she knew, but she was also a little peeved about how he treated everyone even if she knew where he was coming from. Plus, she was a bit hesitant to learn what happened with Paige. She ended up showing up to Wayne's trailer on a Friday afternoon. She leaned her bike up against the trailer and walked up the porch steps to knock on his door.

"Hey," Eddie's voice came from her left and startling her. "Sorry."

Eddie was lounging on the couch that sat outside. Judging by the fact there were cigarettes in the ashtray, he had just got done smoking.

"I didn't see you," Chrissy said.

"Clearly," Eddie snorted.

Chrissy walked over to him and sat down next to him. He didn't look at her, just twirled one of his rings around his finger.

"Glad you're not dead," Chrissy said, and Eddie popped his head up.

"What?" Eddie said.

"I said I'm glad you're not dead. You know, the fire?" Chrissy asked.

"Right," Eddie said softly.

"Are you going to tell me what happened?" Chrissy asked and paused. "You know, if you want to."

Eddie sighed and leaned forward on his elbows, wiping his face with his hands. Chrissy pressed her cheek to his shoulder and wrapped her arm around his waist. She jutted her bottom lip out as she peered at him.

"Don't do that," Eddie said.

"Do what?" Chrissy asked.

"Do that with your lip," he said.

"I'm not doing anything with my lip," she said and poked it out further.

He glared at her and reached out with his finger to push her lip back in. She giggled.

"Fine, fine. I'll tell you what happened. Little witch," Eddie sighed and proceeded to tell her everything.

Chrissy sat back against the couch as she processed everything that he told her.

"So, let me get this straight. . . Your dad told you he lost a bunch of money at a casino, and a couple of guys were after him to pay up. He convinced you to rob a weed truck from a drug king pin to turn it around to sell said weed, but it turns out he was working for said drug king pin. So this Charlie Greene sent two men, the same two men who you robbed, to collect the money. They shot at you, shot Officer Moore, and then set your house on fire. Meanwhile, you managed to help Officer Moore while your dad left you to clean up your mess," Chrissy said. "Did I miss anything?"

"No, that's pretty much it," Eddie said. "Are you okay over there?"

Chrissy leaned her head back as she pinched the bridge of her nose. She sat there for a whole, not saying anything.

"I'm trying to figure out why I'm attracted to such an idiot," Chrissy said.

"I still don't get it either," Eddie replied.

"As much as you're an idiot, your dad's a bigger one," Chrissy said softly. "You're here, and you clearly want to fix things. Your dad ran away like a coward. I hate that this was how it woke you up. I wish it had been something else that hit you on the head."

"You wanting me to stay should have been enough, but I just thought I was doing the best thing for you, but I know now that running away from my problems isn't going to fix things," Eddie said.

"No, because it wasn't you who was the problem. It was your dad and the people in this town who hated him. People like principal Higgins, who coerced the jocks to go after you and your friends. If you had left and Jason hadn't turned Higgins into the police, they would have gone after the rest of Hellfire," Chrissy said.

"What?!" Eddie exclaimed.

"Yeah, apparently, he's been feeding some of the basketball players drugs. Jason told Hopper the whole thing. He arrested Higgins, and Higgins ended up spilling the beans about blackmailing you so that's no longer an issue," Chrissy said. "I think Jason is really coming around to realizing that there is more to life."

"Starting to make sense why he bailed me out, now," Eddie said. "Well, I guess none of us are perfect. Except for you."

"That's not true. I totally fell for this guy who had a hard time seeing what was right there in front of him," Chrissy said.

"Hm, well, I think he must have gotten his vision checked," Eddie said. "Because suddenly he can see better. Something must have shaken those rocks loose because he totally fell for this girl who is miles out of his league."

"Yeah?" Chrissy asked.

"Yeah," Eddie said, and he leaned to kiss her, but then she leaned back. "Woah, did I read this wrong? Oh, God, were you actually talking about someone else? Is it Jonathan?"

"No, you idiot!" Chrissy laughed.

"Is that my new name?" Eddie asked.

"You're still on probation," Chrissy said.

"No, they said they can't charge me with anything, or something like that. I wasn't really listening. I know they're looking for my dad," Eddie frowned. "No probation."

"No, with me, you freak," Chrissy said. "You're going to have reach a higher level to reach these lips, mister."

She kissed his nose before cuddling up to him and pressing her cheek into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, pressing his nose into her hair.

"I'd fight all the monsters you'd throw at me to get to those lips of yours," Eddie sighed.

"Eddie. . . What happened with Paige?" Chrissy asked.

"I mean, she did try to kiss me, but I fell out of the van trying to stop her. She stopped when I told her I had feelings for someone else. Though I think she thought that I was playing hard to get. I don't think it helped when I said I didn't have a place to stay in Los Angeles, and when she offered her place to me, I said yes," Eddie said.

"Eddie!" Chrissy exclaimed, slapping his chest.

"Oh, God, did I just go back a level?" He asked.

"I can't keep calling you an idiot," Chrissy laughed. "The word is starting to sound weird."

"I'll just make it my second middle name," he replied.

"Oh, speaking of middle names. . .mine is Elizabeth," Chrissy said.

"Elizabeth?" Eddie asked in a choked voice.

Chrissy sat up, looking at him.

"Are you okay?" Chrissy asked.

"Elizabeth was my mom's name," Eddie said softly.

"Simple twist of fate, huh?" Chrissy asked.

"Oh! I forgot. . . I thought. . .not all of them burned," Eddie said. "I gave you my mom's Bob Dylan."

"Oh, your mom's records burned?" She asked softly. "I'm sorry."

"Don't worry, you still got Bob," Eddie said.

"I think at this point, it's our record," Chrissy said and laid down on his chest again, her hand over his heart. "Ours."

Chrissy sighed in contentment, feeling much lighter than she had before. She hadn't even realized that she had been carrying much weight. They enjoyed the silence and the fresh air, the smell of summer on the breeze. She could feel that Eddie was a lot less stressed, too. A form of entertainment soon came along to interrupt their quiet. Two neighborhood cats ran out in front, fighting over a piece of chicken. Pretty soon, Eddie was commentating on the fight and placing bets, leaving Chrissy giggling happily against his chest.

Chapter Fourteen

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[crazyunsexycool]

The love we gave away

Chapter 6

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Word count: 2.5K

Warning: the Thromby/Drysdale family they're a warning all of their own, mentions of drinking, angst, implied past child abuse, idk what else...

A/N: Here we have the long awaited follow up. A new character is introduced, will he be competition for Ransom? 👀 The Thromby/Drysdale family are the worst, at least the adults are. I have made Harlan more of the father figure that Ransom deserved.

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Ransom was more annoyed than usual. His family bickered amongst each other over the most mundane things, he couldn’t bear it. Not even with a drink or two of his grandfather’s best  scotch. He should have known better than to come for family dinner on Friday night. Joni was going on and on about some new facial cream or diet or something very vain. Richard and Linda were arguing again. Walt was talking with Harlan about who knows what. Probably trying to persuade him to fire Ransom. 

“What are you sulking about now?” Linda’s attention moved from her husband to her son. 

“Nothing mother. It’s not like you’d actually care, you never have.” 

“Show your mother some respect.” Richard snaps at his son. That gets the attention of everyone in the room.

“Like you do?”

“You know, it’s a good thing you didn’t get stuck raising those little brats with that gold digging whore you had in high school. They’d be little shits just like you.” 

His family loved to bring that up. Throw his kids in his face as if they had been a mistake. But he knew that they weren’t. Sure, neither of you were ready to have children at 17 but that didn’t mean that he didn’t love them. And knowing them now Ransom is sure that they are the best part of him.

“You don’t know shit Richard. I sure as hell would have been a better father than you.”

His parents, Walt, Joni and Donna all laugh at him. 

“You, a good father? Please, a snake could raise a kid better than you.” 

“Eat shit Richard.” Ransom snarls. 

It took everything in him not to close the distance between himself and his father and wipe that smug smirk off his face. Ransom knew better than to fall into their little games but after everything that happened at the wedding a week ago. Neither time nor distance have made him feel better. Ransom knows he should have gone after you but the look on your face after he said what he did left him frozen in place. He’s never been good with apologies but he knows he has to make it right with you. 

“Watch your mouth before I remind you of your place.” Richard snapped back as he made his way toward Ransom.

“What are you gonna do old man? You think you can put your hands on me like you used to? I’d love it if you gave me a reason to kick your ass.” 

“That’s enough.” Harlan speaks up. “If you can’t behave like an adult you can leave.” 

“You heard dad, Ransom. Are you leaving or are you staying?” 

Ransom glares at his mother. 

“I was speaking to you Linda and your husband. You should know better than to provoke him.” 

“That is outrageous. You’re going to kick me out of my own home over this pathetic excuse of a son?” 

“This isn’t your house, Linda, it’s mine. Out. Everyone and I don’t want to hear excuses.” Harlan says as he gets up to go to his study. “Come with me Ransom.” 

Ransom stands and for the first time the whole week he manages to at least smirk, satisfied that everyone is left whining and bitching. 

****

“Sit and tell me what happened.” Harlan motions to the chairs next to the table he has a chessboard set up.  

Ransom grimaces at the memory of everything that happened at the wedding and his harsh words towards you. 

“I fucked up.” Ransom says as he picks up a chess piece and inspects it. Harlan raises an eyebrow at the curse word. “I messed up and probably ruined everything with Y/N.” 

“How so?” 

Ransom sighs and explains the wonderful weekend you’d had together before the wedding, leaving out the details of sleeping together of course. Then he explains how Bertie had just shown up without warning even though he had broken up with her. Finally Ransom explained the fight you’d had and what he’d said. 

“That temper of yours will always get you in trouble.” Harlan finally says but he sends an empathetic look Ransom's way. “So do you want to fix it?”

“Of course I do.” 

“Why?” 

“Because I have to. I have to do right by Y/N for once in my miserable life and for the kids. They don’t need to be caught up in the mess I created.” 

“That’s all? Those are the only reasons?” Harlan says with a knowing smile on his face. 

“Yes those are the only reasons.” 

Harlan scoffs and shakes his head but doesn’t say anything. He learned a long time ago that it’s easier to let Ransom come to his own realizations instead of throwing them in his face. 

“Fine, I still love Y/N. I’m in love with her. These last few weeks and this past weekend reminded me of it.” Ransom was up and pacing the length of the study. When he turned to look back at his grandfather he found a smug smirk on the older man’s lips and he rolled his eyes. “I never stopped loving her but I wasn’t good enough for her then and I’m obviously not good enough for her, for them, now.” 

“So then get better.” 

“It’s not that simple.” 

“Sometimes it is. But you have to start by figuring out what will happen between you and Alberta and apologizing to both of them.” 

“Both of them?” 

“Yes. Alberta for stringing her along and Y/N for everything else. Sit down and have a real conversation. Lay everything out on the table so that if you start a relationship again that it’s on good terms and not haunted by the mistakes of the past.” Harlan says as he gets up. “And bring me my great grandkids soon. I’d very much like to meet them.”

 With that Harlan walks out and leaves Ransom to think on what he should do first. 

You walk into Wanda’s home with a bottle of wine in hand. She loved to host small dinner parties. Wanda especially loved to introduce her and her husband’s friends to each other. You weren’t surprised to walk in and see a few people already sitting and chatting but your eyes are pulled to someone in particular across the room. 

“I’d recognize that hair anywhere.” You say with a laugh once you’re close enough. “Hi Ari.” 

“Y/N?” He turned around and smiled. “Wow what a small world.”

“Small indeed.” 

You accept the hug he offers you and chuckle when he lifts you up slightly.

“It’s been so long, you look as beautiful as ever.” 

“Me? What about you? You look amazing.” You say as you give him a quick up and down. He had filled in quite nicely. His shoulders were stronger and broader. The jeans he wore accentuated his strong thighs and you were sure that under the button up he wore was a wall of pure muscle. 

“Hey, Y/N. I’m glad you made it.” Wanda came up and gave you a side hug. “Do you know Ari? He and Viz are working on a project together.” 

“Yes. We actually met a long time ago in Italy.” 

“Fun times.”

“Yeah, they were.” You smirked.

“This is great. Do you mind if I borrow Y/N for just a moment?” 

“Not at all. I’ll be here.” Ari winks and watches as you walk away. 

****

“Oh my god. You know Ari? I invited him to introduce you. This is even better.” Wanda ranted as she held and shook you slightly. 

“Wanda, I’m not looking for anything with anyone right now.” 

“Because of asshole Ransom? Please, you know the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.” 

“Last time I got over Ransom was with Ari. I don’t think it really would be fair for that to happen again.” 

“Oh please,” Wanda waved her hand dismissively. “You’ve never truly gotten over Ransom and you’re older now.” She grabs a wine glass and a bottle to serve you a drink.

“Thanks for that.” 

“I mean, you’ve learned a lot since you last saw Ari. Things are different now.” 

“Wanda I love you with all of my heart and you are one of my closest friends but please don’t meddle.” You grab the glass of wine Wanda had offered and take a sip. 

“Fine. Although I’m completely against you not climbing him like a tree. I mean have you seen him?” 

“Yes Wanda I saw him.” 

“Ok but did you look at him? I mean as a designer anything you put him in he’d look good. Especially your bed.” 

“Wanda!” You chastise her as she walks away laughing. 

**** 

The room was starting to get stuffy and overwhelming with drunken chatter so you stepped out onto Wanda’s balcony. The twinkling lights of the city lay below you and you sigh as your thoughts go back to Ransom. The weekend had been so special, like a move in the right direction. Your hurt and jealousy drove you to push his buttons. It should have come as no surprise that he responded the way he did but he had never talked to you like that. Maybe you didn’t know him at all anymore and that broke your heart just a little more. You spent the whole week thinking over what you could have done differently. Maybe if you would have let him explain things would be different. 

“Getting all the answers you need over there?” Ari’s voice pulls you from your thoughts.

“What makes you think I need answers?” 

You turn to watch as he walks over and leans against the railing. 

“Did you forget I met you in Italy? You had the same face back then.” 

“Same face I’ve had all my life.” You quip weakly. 

“And a beautiful one at that. But I’m talking about the pouty look you have right now. If memory serves me right it was because of a guy that broke your heart.” 

You had been looking at the city again when you turned your head and gaze at him. He was right back then and he was right now. 

“I’ll take your silence as a yes. What happened, if you don’t mind me asking?” He’s looking at you now, watching for any change in your expression.

“The same guy did the same thing.” 

Ari shakes his head and stands up straight. He turns his body completely towards you and leans his hip against the railing. His arms come to sit across his broad chest. 

“Give me his name and I’ll kick his ass.” 

You chuckle and wave a hand dismissively at him. 

“It’s my own fault really. I actually hadn’t seen him since before Italy and we reconnected recently. I thought there were some feelings there but I guess I was wrong.” You shrug your shoulders. “Nothing much too it. And I can’t really just cut him out of my life right now so I’m trying to be prepared for when I see him again.” 

Ari just nodded. He watched you intently though. 

“I know what will cheer you up.” 

“Do tell.” 

“A night out with me and some dessert. Why don’t we get out of here?” He stretched his hand out for you to take.

Ari was always an adventure and he always found a way to take you along for the ride.

You woke up the next day around noon. There was a dull ache behind your eyes and you groaned when you opened them just to be met with sunlight. The night with Ari had been fun but you should have known better than to assume you would get regular dessert. He managed to find a place that sold boozy desserts. That added with your two glasses of wine gave you a hangover. Overall it was a fun night, it reminded you of the summer days in Italy. When Ari would pick you up and you’d run around freely in the city. It also helped to keep your mind off of Ransom. 

You drag yourself to the bathroom and once you’re done with your morning routine you grab your phone. Wanda sent you a reminder for a dress you needed to work on and you had a few texts from Ransom, Ari, Abigail and Theadore. You reply to them, except for Ransom and decide to get dressed in order to head into your office to get some much needed work done. 

****

You’d been in your office for hours. Most of your time was spent drawing, choosing fabrics, cutting out patterns and then changing things around. The sun had started to set, the last few rays filled your work space with golden light. It only inspired you more. You were so engrossed in your work you didn’t hear the footsteps coming closer. 

Ransom stood in the doorway. You looked beautiful bathed in the golden glow of the disappearing sun. His heart ached as he watched you diligently and meticulously pin the fabric together. This was you in your true element. He’d seen it countless times and he’d missed it. After watching you work for a few minutes he knocked, startling you. Your eyes snap up to the door and the smile that was forming on your lips vanishes when you realize that it’s him. 

“Hey.” Ransom says cautiously. 

“What do you want?”

“I wanted to talk. I messaged you but you didn’t answer.”

“So you decided to drop by instead?” You  step away from the dress you had been working on and cross your arms. 

Ransom sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Look, what happened at the wedding-“

“Should have never happened. It’s obvious we weren’t on the same page about what it meant.” 

Ransom’s heart was practically thrashing in his chest. 

“What did it mean to you?” He walked into the room. 

“It doesn’t matter what it meant. The moment is over and we can just continue our lives like before.” 

“What about Theodore and Abigail?” 

“I can be civil towards you around them if necessary but I think it’s best if we spend time with them separately from now on.” You could barely look at him, it hurt too much. Tears were starting to gather in your eyes. 

“No. I don’t want to do that. Fuck, I want to fix this, Thimble. What I said at the wedding? I didn’t mean any of it. I was an asshole and I deserve you being angry at me but don’t give up on us just yet. I want us to be together.” He said as he stepped closer to you only to have you move away from him. “I’m sorry ok. Give me a chance. I promise I won’t fuck this up.”  

“I can’t. You’ll just break my heart again and I won’t be able to take it. Not again, not after everything we’ve already been through.”   

A heavy tension hung in the air. The only sound was your deep breaths as you tried to hold back your tears. Ransom opened his mouth to say something but decided against it. He knew that if he wanted to convince you he was serious about this relationship he’d have to show you. Instead he turned and started to leave and you felt like your heart was breaking all over again anyways.

“I’m going to make this right.” Ransom promises before leaving. 

Ch. 7

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Blood Moon Ch.6

Pairing: Syverson x Annalisa Caulfield (OFC)

Note: *hefts the baseball bat*

Sy woke hearing a phone go off and Annalisa groaned, leaning over him to grab it from the nightstand, Sy taking the chance to pull her close and press a kiss to her temple.

“What?” She asked groggily, half laying on his chest. “What the fuh—Eugene it is...six in the goddamn morning. What do you want? Why the hell are you at my house at six in the morning? I spent the night at Sy's, that's why, but even if I hadn't, coming over at six in the fucking morning isn't cool.” She hung up, flopping over onto her back after putting her phone back on the nightstand.

“We should hook him and Tiffany up, let them be stalkers for each other.” Sy said and she gave a soft laugh.

“He's annoying, but he doesn't deserve that.” She said and he snorted. “Can we not be awake now?”

“Amen.” He said and rolled over on top of her, making her squeak in surprise.

“You're heavy!” She exclaimed, pushing at him futilely and he smirked, relaxing more on top of her and pushing her down into the bed further. “Sy!”

“Comfy.” He said, burying his face in her neck. The world spun and he was suddenly on his back, Annalisa sitting up on his hips with her fingers wrapped around his wrists, pressing them to the bed on either side of his head. He looked up at her with wide, surprised eyes and she grinned at him, leaning down to kiss him, her fingers slipping from his wrists as he moved to wrap his hands around her waist, sliding them up her back.

Aside from the amorous morning, they spent most of the day in bed sleeping, Sy holding her against his chest. She never complained about being too warm, and he knew he put out a lot of body heat. Finally dragging themselves out of bed around mid afternoon, she made him a late lunch, telling him she'd get something later for herself as eating right after waking up made her nauseous.

“Question for ya.” He said as he ate.

“Shoot.”

“So, you know I like that you're hairless on your lady bits.”

“Seem to, yeah.” She said with a snort.

“But you don't have hair...anywhere. Aside from your head, that is.”

“I mean, I do, it's just very fine and soft. Peach fuzz, basically.” Annalisa said, “It's a genetic disorder. That hormone just never kicked in for me at puberty, so I don't grow normal adult body hair. Arms, legs, arm pits, lady bits as you called them. I got nothing.”

“And it's genetic?”

“My dad was the same way.” She said with a shrug, “Man was never able to grow a beard. Baby face until the day he died. Probably why I can't have kids, either. Ovaries don't function like they should. I have no idea. But, hey, it also means I don't have a period, so I'll take that win.”

“Didn't keep your dad from havin' you.”

“Functions differently for men and women. Ovulation is a whole hormonal process, guys just have to get off.”

“Good point.” Sy said. “I like not havin' to wrap it, wouldn't have raised a fuss if I had to though, guess it's just...”

“Kids.”

“Yeah. Brothers have a mess of'em. Lottsa nieces and nephews.”

“You were thinking about what it would be like to have a family with me?”

“Bit soon, I know. Kids just popped into my head when you reminded me you couldn't have'em, is all.”

“How did this go from you like that I don't have pubic hair, to you're bummed kids will never be in the future for us?” She asked and he snorted.

“I dunno.” He said and she moved around the small dining room table, Sy pushing out the chair and turning it slightly so she could slide sideways into his lap, her arms resting on his shoulders.

“There's something about you, Sy.” She said, running her fingertips over the stubble covering his scalp, “I don't know what it is.” Her thumb moved over the high of his cheek, “It's only been a few days, but I want...”

“Forever.” He said and she nodded with a small, embarrassed smile. “Me too.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, Annie, I do.” Sy said, “You laid me out, I'm down for the count, and every time I try to get up, I'm flat on my back again.”

“You need help getting back up?”

“I'm good where I am.” He said and she gave a soft laugh. “So, yeah. I want forever with you too.” Leaning into him, she kissed him, holding the side of his neck. His eyes closed as he sank into her kiss but when he pulled away, her eyes were sad. “What, baby?”

“Nothing.” She said, giving him a reassuring smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. She went to slide off his lap, but he pulled her back, holding her in his arms against his chest.

Annalisa watched him sleep, his face relaxed. A terrible decision rampaged through her brain, keeping her awake. She wished she had someone to talk to about it, but she had no one. Eugene would lose his mind if he knew what she was debating, and the others wouldn't understand. They'd tell her it was too soon, she hadn't known him that long, they hadn't been together that long. All very good points, but “forever” felt like the bladed pendulum from the clubs namesake, swinging back and forth above her, slowly getting closer. Forever was an eternity, but over in the blink of an eye.

Moonlight came in through the window behind him, gradually getting brighter as the clouds passed by and an odd growl bubbled up his throat. It was an inhuman sound and it made her pause. A furrow creased his brow, his top lip starting to curl somewhat as the growling grew more intense.

“Sy?” She asked gently, but he stayed asleep. His lips curled away from his teeth and she watched as they lengthened, becoming razor sharp fangs that filled his mouth. The moonlight dimmed again and his teeth blunted, his ragged breathing evening out and his face relaxing once again. It had been over and done in a matter of a few moments and he was none the wiser, having never woken up. “Fuck.”

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Listen, man. Ren didn't know anything about what was going on. He just worked here.

The job was easy! Put on the outfit and the snappy pink sunglasses, walk the walk, talk the talk, don't get yourself found out or else the boss man won't be happy with ya. Simple as that.

Still, he couldn't help but gawk a little at the huge lime green.... thing that stood kinda looking like a giant creeper right in front of Doc's goat thingy. Mumbo was also there. Right. An example to be a great spy! Don't blow this!

Ren walked forwards and cleared his throat importantly and loudly, regally, hoping to catch the moustachioed wonder's attention for long enough to summon him down and have a good old fashioned heart to heart with him. Inconspicuously, of course. Ren fancied himself being great at inconspicuous.

He stood there and tapped his foot for a minute or two, acting annoyed but really wondering what on earth was wrong here. Mumbo was like, the most polite guy he knew. He never ignored people. Was this just a placebo? Had he been possessed or something? Possessed people did weird things, man. Ren would know.

Yep. Inconspicuous. Blending in with the environment perfectly as he stood there in plain sight.

It wasn't until Ren looked back up from his watch that he noticed something.

Ren was inconspicuous, yes, but apparently not as inconspicuous as the little earbuds in Mumbo's ears that clearly indicated that he was listening to something. (And jamming out to it too, judging by the way his hands flew over whatever he was working on with a graceful rhythm, pausing occasionally to air-drum with the beat. Ren would have to ask him for his playlist one day.) Right! Spy stuff! He was getting distracted.

He walked forwards and tried to clear his throat again, but unfortunately at that moment a bit of pollen that had been stuck in his nose decided to tickle in just the right way to make him sneeze, which caused mucus to flow down his throat, which caused him to hack and cough for about twenty seconds, leaning on his knees.

"Ren?" came the concerned voice from above. "Are- are you alright down there, mate?"

"Oh, yes," said Ren with an exhale and another, carefuller, throat clear. Mumbo had taken one earbud out and was holding it close to his ear, one foot on a honey block while his other hand held onto some sort of handle thing. He was also staring at Ren. Hard. "Doing just fine! It's just these uh, these dang allergies, you know?"

Thankfully, Mumbo seemed to relax a little, even taking his phone out to pause whatever he was listening to and sitting on the edge of the whatever-it-was far above Ren, legs swinging and face sitting in hands. "I get it, dude," he said sympathetically. "Pollen count's horrible this time of year."

Ren bit back a not the least because of you guys, opting to just nod in agreement instead. Mumbo didn't deserve that. He was just some random guy who got roped into the stupidest conflict on the planet probably! Knowing Mumbo, actually, he probably barely knew why he was fighting in this at all. Sort of like Ren was.

"It really is," he said, a strange note entering his voice that he did not intend to put there as he looked around. "Whatcha working on?"

"Oh, just a thing," said Mumbo with a suddenly nervous shrug, patting the flat space besides him. "You can come up if you want. Just don't touch any of the observers or this whole thing will kick off, and we really do not want that to happen."

...Observers?

Ren looked up, taking in the details of the whatever-it-was a little more. It towered above him, the sun shining through the honey and slime and slightly blinding him, but he could see now after a little squinting that there were also pistons and redstone blocks and the like in there as well. Of course. It was a flying machine. He had somehow completely overlooked that. Right. Sure, he'd go up.

He climbed up the stepladder slowly and carefully, wobbling dangerously as he reached the top and scrambled on top of one of the- legs? yeah, legs -of the machine.

"So, uh," he started, looking out over the forest that separated the Perimeter from Scarland. "What is this thing again?"

"Flying machine," said Mumbo, reaching backwards and patting one of the slime blocks, the concrete stuck to it above wobbling a little as he did. "Took me hours to design."

"Huh," said Ren, trying his best to not look nervous as he followed his gaze. "Why... exactly?"

"Uh," said Mumbo, looking off to the side. "I'm actually. Not sure." He turned back to Ren, one hand scratching the back of his head, gaze slightly lowered. "Grian asked me to, I guess? I don't really. Know. I just work here, man."

Ren nodded, unable to really keep his eyes off Mumbo. The dude never stopped fidgeting. "I get that. I get that. Sometimes, I feel like I just sort of get dragged up into all of this, yknow?"

"Yeah," said Mumbo with a sigh, folding his arms and looking towards the direction of the Shopping District as he sat back against the machine, the sun setting to his left. "I sort of woke up one morning and then my vault door had been exploded and I was fine with it and then Grian was like, 'whoa dude! That's not cool! You should totally team up with me and Scar and get your own back.' And I said okay because why would I not? But yeah. I don't really have any stakes in..." he waved his hands vaguely, "whatever this is?" He laughed a little nervously. "I am literally just some guy in a situation here."

Ren blinked. Had Mumbo warmed up to him so easily? Mumbo did that to everybody, he guessed, but still. Wow.

And he understood. Geez, how he understood.

"Oh, yeah, me too," he said with a small laugh, sitting back against the machine himself and letting his gaze wander across the scintillated skyline that comprised the Grian-Scar-Mumbo base area. "I just got called in to help kill ten thousand chickens with my bare hands and now I've been hired to-" He paused too late.

"Hired to what?" asked Mumbo.

"Hired to uh," said Ren, desperately scrambling for an excuse. "Keep an eye on things while Doc's busy." It wasn't a lie! He was telling the truth! Just not all of it. Man, he didn't feel good about that.

Whatever. He'd absolutely nailed it, right?

"That's fair," said Mumbo with a small grin. "I mean, I wouldn't want to go solo against the three of us either."

"Yeah," said Ren.

The two were plunged into an uncomfortable silence, Mumbo fidgeting with his pickaxe while Ren stared at the ground far below, trying and failing to think of a good way to smoothly exit the situation. He could just leave, but that'd be rude. He could hit the observer and then leave, but that'd be even ruder. Besides, he was hired on to spy, not sabotage. Although sabotage was sometimes part of the package when it came to spy work. How long had he been sitting here? This was getting unbearably tense. He had to do something.

"I'm uh, gonna go," he said suddenly, standing up and brushing off his jeans. "Got." He thumbed backwards, shifting awkwardly on his feet. "Things to do. Projects and stuff. I'm a busy guy, y'know?"

"Oh, yeah," said Mumbo, sounding incredibly relieved that he wasn't the one who had to come up with an excuse to either leave or get the other guy to leave (god forbid!). "No, yeah, go and do your thing. Good luck. Are you working on anything in particular, or..?"

"Not really," said Ren slowly, stepping back cautiously to make sure he didn't fall backwards. He took a deep breath. "Actually, I uh-"

Mumbo raised one eyebrow.

"May or may not be headed over to Doc's right now to tell him about this entire conversation," said Ren quickly, already engaging his elytra as he stepped backwards off the machine. "Bye!"

The last thing he saw as he flew off as fast as his low grade mass produced Giga-Rockets would allow was Mumbo just staring up after him, clearly baffled even from this distance and also probably quite suspicious of him now. Why had he done that? Why had he said that? The whole operation was in jeopardy now!

Oh well, Ren thought as he swerved away from the Perimeter and back towards his own base. It was fine. He didn't have to tell Doc everything. What he didn't know couldn't hurt him after all! He'd just give the useful information and go.

Of course, Ren had been in this situation enough times to know that he had gotten himself into one massive heap of donkey poo here with that one little white lie he was about to tell.

He sighed as he landed in his base, stumbling a little at the landing and heading towards his bed for a quick lie-down. (It was warm and he needed a nap.) At least the fallout would be fun to watch, even if it might not be from his perspective caught in the thick of it.

And besides, Ren was still horribly allergic to buttercups.

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Bucky was a wolf, once upon a time, he thinks. Brown, with yellow eyes. Normal, his mind supplies when he thinks about it too long. Then Hydra had... done something to him. Made him feral. He couldn't recognize himself in reflections. Had stopped looking. White fur. Blue eyes--unnatural for a wolf. Somehow, they'd made the metal arm shift with him, and it stood, ugly and violating, finishing the picture of Wrong and Bad. Disgusting. He doesn't shift, even though the rest of the Avengers insist that it's fine. He doesn't feel safe. Doesn't want to be looked at. He's damaged. He doesn't want to be vulnerable in front of them. He has the ability not to be vulnerable in front of him, unlike he had when he was with Hydra. The only one with a problem about it is Steve, and to be fair, Bucky only knows that because he found him stoically telling his therapist that just because he understood it didn't mean it didn't hurt him that the Bucky he knew was well and truly gone. Bucky had heard the therapist say, "Well, put yourself in your friend's shoes," and had walked over and gently closed the laptop, because Steve had the right to be hurt and he never wanted anyone to be in his shoes.

For all that Bucky avoids it, Tony is a total slut for being in his bobcat form. He especially likes finding a lap to sprawl out in, as if he was a house cat. One time, he'd been asleep on top of the fridge in the kitchen, Bucky and Steve had sat down in the living room to watch a Mets game, and the only warning they had Tony was coming was the THUMP of fourteen pounds hitting the ground. Then Tony, without any of the typical feline finesse, thundered into the living room to see his choice of laps. He'd taken one look at the TV, made a noise that Bucky could only describe as a feline version of disdain, and then hopped up onto Bucky's lap, turned in a delicate circle, and promptly flopped over and passed out. Bucky still contends that Steve should have warned him that instead of just getting off like a normal person when the people he was sleeping on stood up to cheer a home run, Tony dug his claws in to attach himself to people's pants. The noise he had let out in response had made Tony bush up to twice his size and do an arched side-step. Then Tony had looked betrayed as he skittered back to the kitchen. Bucky still feels like he kicked a kitten, and all he did was make a noise of pain.

The rest of the Avengers shift for convenience. Steve, a grizzly, feels even larger and more cumbersome than in his serumed body, so he avoids it as much as possible. Clint, a hawk, mostly shifts when he wants to be annoying and dive-bombs everyone. Bruce avoids shifting, mostly because as a moose, his antlers get caught on things; he'll shift when his antlers shed, though, and certain Avengers (Tony and Clint) enjoy sitting between his ears and being tall. Natasha doesn't shift often, mostly because she likes to keep her shift a secret. Most people assume she's a fox. Only the people she really trusts know that she's a swan. Thor, well. He doesn't have a shifted form, although he assures them that he could probably use magic to shift if he ever had to. "Loki turned himself into a horse once," he'd said, and then made a face, and then didn't say anything else about it. Tony howls about how NO ONE SHIFTS AROUND HIM. He is LONELY. He wants to CUDDLE. "I thought bobcats were solitary," Clint says, like an idiot. "I'm NOT a bobcat," Tony howls. "I am a HUMAN who TURNS INTO ONE. Everyone except Clint is BIGGER THAN ME and I DESERVE TO USE YOU AS A BED." "Tony what the fuck," Steve says as Bucky, Natasha, Bruce, and Thor try to smother their laughter, lest they encourage him. "You're so dramatic, shut up." "Does that mean I get to use you as a bed?" Clint asks, and Tony immediately shouts, "OBVIOUSLY, CLINT," in response.

Bucky didn't know that Colonel Rhodes was a wolf, too. He finds out when he goes into the common room and Jim growls, like it's coming from low in his chest. Bucky drops before he even really registers what he's hearing, showing off his belly and whining anxiously. He doesn't notice he's shifted, either, until Jim looms, green-eyed and dark-furred, hackles up and teeth bared. Bucky flashes the hair on his belly, whining, surrendering, terrified. Then Tony lands between them with a heavy thud, arching his back and hissing and spitting at Jim. He dances back and forth on his paws, lunging in and then back out. He swats Jim on the muzzle with his paw. It connects with an almost comical thud. He and Jim stare at each other, both of them looking half astounded, half offended, as if they couldn't believe they'd gotten into an altercation. Then Tony lets out a yowl and starts beating the shit out of Jim (without claws, if the baff-baff-baff of his heavily furred toes hitting flesh is any indication) and Jim snarls and barks and whacks him with his own paws. Bucky shifts back into a human and rolls so his back is facing them, hands clapped over his mouth to try and muffle his laughter. It reminded him of the last time he'd witnessed an argument between them, as humans, where they'd gotten into a slap fight that eventually ended with Jim sitting on top of Tony and shouting about the advantages of nuclear fission while Tony bit on his leg. He hopes he can get JARVIS to send the video to everyone else before either of them realized he would.

"Listen, Barnes," Jim says. "I'm really sorry for what happened yesterday. I get territorial after being away from Tony for extended periods, but that's no excuse. One of us should have warned you, or--I should have better control of myself. Tony told me you don't like to shift, so. I'm sorry I forced it." "That's weird," Bucky says, instead of 'thank you' or even 'it's okay.' "Tony's weird," Jim replies, and Bucky shrugs, conceding. "Also fuck you for sending the video of our fight to everyone." "I deserved it," Bucky answers immediately, because he still shivers anxiously when he remembered Jim over him, teeth bared. "Yeah, okay," Jim sighs, and then opens his mouth to say something else. Then suddenly Tony is between them, bushy and arched again. Bucky stares at him, stunned. "Where did you come from?" "He was on the couch sulking because I wasn't a wolf so I could talk to you," Jim says, and then looks down at Tony, unimpressed. "Just say you want to fuck him, Tony." Tony lets out a yowl and starts beating the absolute shit out of Jim's left leg. "...Should I just," Bucky asks, sort of reaching down toward him. "Please," Jim sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. Bucky picks Tony up, and Tony immediately falls limp, purring. "Oh, you weren't just being an asshole." "Yeah, he's had the biggest crush on you," Jim huffs, amused. "Why do you think he's trying to get everyone to shift more? So he can make you jealous and get you to take him on your lap more." Bucky opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. Suddenly it explains why Tony ignores everyone else's laps when he sees Bucky in the living room, even when other people actively want him on their lap. "...You could have just said something," he finally manages. "Tony is a cat. He just expects you to know," Jim deadpans, and Bucky sighs, because yeah. That sounds just like a cat.

#aurumacadicus answers #ask meme #5 headcanons meme #winteriron

[ohbutwheresyourheart]

continuing the fragments from the google docs series: yugi is caught in a horrific depression spiral after the ceremonial duel and finally hits rock bottom, until everyone's favourite ceo sticks his nose in. fem!yugi because... I don't even remember, I think I just felt like it.

tw: suicide attempt

The ground suddenly looked very, very far away. Which it should; she was only a couple of floors below the penthouse. Would have gotten the penthouse, had a certain someone not booked it before her, probably before the circuit for this year’s world championships were even announced.

Except it brought to mind one of those statistics that got bandied around on self-help sites about the Golden Gate Bridge, and the drop being long enough to pass right through suicidal ideation into oh-fuck-why-did-I-jump.

Yugi didn’t think she’d renege, and the point was sort of that even if she did it wouldn’t make a difference, but it made her stomach twist to think she might. That it might be something hard-wired into her brain rather than a conscious decision. It was all chemicals, after all; maybe the fear of death was just something the chemicals bullshitted together despite all good reason after the last drops of dopamine ran out.

She shifted from one foot to the other, her hands sweaty on the absurdly fancy Romanesque column.

God, how much easier it would be if she could just will her heart to stop beating. No fuss. No mess. Just here one minute, gone the next. She’d thought the next best thing was an overdose, until she read a well-meaning forum post about the after-effects. Yes, and the pain, because she was simultaneously brave enough and coward enough to admit she wanted it painless; dared to go as far as to think she deserved it to be painless, really.

Why should it hurt to make things right?

Yugi closed her eyes and listened. Distant music and muffled voices floated up from the open windows on the floors below. Traffic blared on the roads. The fan in her bedroom hummed white noise behind it all. She breathed in something floral they’d scented the hotel rooms with and, below it and more familiar, what she’d always thought of as the smell of a city. Fast food – pizza, burgers, something garlicky – and emissions mixed with something else she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Life.

Well. So long, and thanks—

Yugi shrieked like a scalded cat as she was pulled backwards off the balcony wall. Eyes snapping open, she fought instinctively against the hands gripping her elbows. As soon as she was on the floor again, she was released, and turned to see – oh.

“What the fuck, Seto?”

She wasn’t sure what annoyed her most: that Seto Kaiba had managed to get into her locked hotel room, that he had done so without her noticing, that he had interrupted her immaculately planned suicide attempt, or that he had done all of that with a bored, slightly irritated expression on his face.

“I was getting sick of watching you grandstand,” he said. “If you were going to jump, you would have jumped.”

Seto turned away and kept talking, pacing across the balcony and gesturing, but Yugi stopped hearing him. She stopped hearing anything. Pure, unadulterated rage managed what all the calm, logical reasoning in the world could not.

Yugi leaped over the balcony.

She almost didn’t make it. The balcony wall was higher than she could comfortably jump, even with a few steps of a running start, and her feet caught it on the way over. For a dizzying moment, Yugi was suspended over the glittering downtown lights, and then gravity took over. Her stomach lurched, her heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest, and yes there was that sudden spark of horror, of internal screaming, of nononononono---

Then a hand caught her leg and momentum slammed Yugi into the wall below face-first, hard enough to drive all the breath from her lungs. The momentary red mist cleared and her hearing kicked back in just in time to hear Seto scream:

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”

Which, Yugi had to admit, was a very fair and extremely good question.

Drop me, she thought desperately. Please just fucking drop me.

But Seto Kaiba had never been accommodating in his life and he wasn’t about to start now. With a remarkable show of strength for such a wiry man, he hauled her back up over the railing by her ankles and dumped her on the balcony, red-faced and panting.

“That wasn’t - a - rhetorical - question - by the way,” he gasped as Yugi dropped her head into her hands and wished, intensely, for the sweet kiss of death. “What - and I cannot - stress this - enough - is wrong with you?”

Yugi sighed and forced herself to look up at him. There were so many things she could say. The truth. A host of lies, some more ridiculous than others. Something like the truth, without mentioning Atem. But in the end what came out of her mouth was:

“You ought to know better than to tell me I don’t have the guts to do something.”

Seto opened his mouth. Closed it again. Sighed. Pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I don’t have words,” he began in a tone that implied every word was being dragged out of him like a rotten tooth, “For how much I hate that I know you’re right. But even for you, this is extreme.”

Yugi sighed and leaned her head back against the balcony railing. She felt completely drained of every possible emotion. The attempt was ruined. All she wanted to do now was to be left alone to sleep.

“It’s possible,” she admitted, “That I’m not entirely in my right mind.”

Seto scoffed. “You don’t say.”

Then, instead of leaving, or lecturing her, or calling security, or any of the reasonable actions Yugi would have expected Seto Kaiba to take after witnessing - and averting - a suicide attempt, he got down and sat beside her, knees drawn up to his chest.

“I knew there was something wrong with you lately, but I didn’t think it was this.”

Yugi looked across at him, frowning. “What do you mean, you knew something was wrong?”

Seto shrugged. “It was obvious, as soon as I started looking at the footage from your duels. You’d stopped caring.”

“Yeah,” Yugi sighed, because there was no point hiding it and there was a certain relief in admitting it. “Yeah, that’s about right. Why do you care, though? Other than the tournament, I mean… is this just for the sake of the tournament?”

“It certainly wouldn’t help our advertising campaign if the current champion pitched herself off the tallest building in the city,” Seto conceded. He shifted slightly and looked across at her. “If I left, would you just jump right back over again?”

“Would you believe me if I said no?”

“No. I was mostly just curious about whether you'd admit it or not.”

“Ha.” Yugi looked down at her knees, considering. “...I don’t know. Maybe. You sort of ruined the moment.”

Seto let out a bark of laughter. He held up a hand as Yugi shot a glare at him, looking genuinely apologetic as he tried to rein himself in.

“You--You said that like I - fuck - like I came in and tore down your mood lighting.”

Oh fuck. Oh fuck, it did sound like that, didn’t it? Yugi tried to hold onto the seriousness of the moment - or at least her anger - but it was rapidly slipping through her fingers, replaced by a bubble of laughter of her own.

“You bastard,” she managed to get out before dissolving into giggles. “As a matter--heh--of fact it--it was my… mood music.”

That did it - within seconds they were both howling with laughter, the tension seeping out of them little by little, until they were clutching their stomachs with tears in their eyes.

----

He stayed with her all night. Yugi tried to protest but Seto just told her not to be ridiculous and made himself comfortable (or, at any rate, as comfortable as possible) in an armchair he pulled up near the bed.

(It wasn’t until the next day that Yugi realised he’d put it there to be between the bed and the balcony door.)

It should have been awkward, laying there with Seto Kaiba watching her like a hawk in the wake of a suicide attempt. They were friends (at least, Yugi kept insisting they were friends), but it wasn’t like the easy platonic intimacy that existed between Yugi, Joey, Tea, and Tristan. The four of them had had innumerable sleepovers, oftentimes sharing beds during their various journeys. Seto, though? Yugi could barely imagine him in pyjamas.

(Actually, that was a lie. She’d put money down that he owned Blue Eyes White Dragon print pyjamas. With a pair of matching slippers.)

And yet. Maybe it was just that the absurdity of the evening transgressed all other boundaries. Whatever the reason, it was… fine. Comfortable, even. The silence got a bit wearing after a while, so Yugi asked Seto to talk about -- something. Anything. He launched into a comprehensive monologue about the technological updates in the latest Duel Disk, which Yugi listened to with genuine interest, even asking a few questions, until the shop talk lulled her enough that her adrenaline drained away and she dozed off.

When she woke up the next morning he was still there; asleep, or so she thought, until she shifted and his eyes snapped open. They stared at each other for a few moments until Yugi attempted a weak smile.

“How’s your back doing?”

“It’s--” Seto began, stretching, only to cut off with a hiss. “...In one piece.”

So was Yugi. It seemed unbelievable now, in the soft morning light, how close she’d come to death the night before. Like a story that had happened to somebody else.

#fragments from the google docs #yugioh #seto kaiba #yugi mutou #despite the trigger warning i promise this is actually funny #black comedy funny sure #but still funny #(until you remember seto probably has horrible unacknowledged trauma about watching someone jump to their death...) #rivalshipping