#but this tells you the maturity level of who we're dealing with

[ingravinoveritas]

The level of my absolute rage right now at the quotes on this tweet of new pictures of Michael as Prince Andrew calling him "ugly" and "stupid" and a bunch of other names, all because they disagreed with one thing he said/did. The fact that these are set photos and Michael is literally in costume seems lost on all of these pusillanimous amoebae, none of whom should be allowed to operate heavy machinery unsupervised. And he is playing the nonciest nonce ever to nonce, so if he looks old and creepy and unfuckable, that means he is doing exceedingly well at his job, because while it is one thing to thirst over Michael when he's playing a serial killer, thirsting over him as Prince Andrew would be SO much worse.

Also, what really incenses me is that these people were clearly only fans of the version of Michael in their heads, rather than who he actually is, and now the rose-colored glasses are off, so they are pissed. Meanwhile these same people would flip a goddamn shit if someone insulted David's looks or Georgia/Anna's, but because Michael isn't considered "conventionally attractive," it's somehow completely fine and falls right in line with the fat-shaming comments he's gotten recently. This fandom is making me want to drink all the drinks right now...

#michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #i haven't been this worked up/ragey about a fandom thing in a long time #why do people do this #i can't even with this nonsense #i swear to God people have no sense of nuance anymore #but this tells you the maturity level of who we're dealing with #please do tell me how David is sure to thank you for attacking his best friend/more than part time lover #any minute now #i've had it officially.gif #fandom woes #discourse

[onehundredandeleventropicalfish]

every so often i see people complaining that the rules that govern the endless are unfair and shouldn't exist, and it's always just kinda funny, bc im here like oh you do NOT want to get rid of the rules, trust me

is it unfair that desire gets away with so much bc they're the only one willing to break the rules? yeah, probably. but the solution to that is more rules, not less, because we're dealing with 7 immortal siblings who've been around since the dawn of time and have the maturity levels of teenagers

and in that context all of the rules make so much sense

like there's probably more rules than we know about, but let's focus on the main three - no loving mortals, no interfering in each others' affairs, no spilling family blood

1) endless can't love mortals. the one rule we know was instated later than the rest, almost entirely because of dream. for two reasons. the more obvious is that dream and desire are never gonna stop fighting, and when you put a mortal in the way of that, they are almost definitely gonna get murdered or worse. but also, there's lifespans to consider. not every dead mortal can end up in the dreaming, and not all of them want to. dream dating someone mortal means at some point, he is going to outlive them, that's not in question. and dream... doesn't take loss well. he stood outside in the rain without moving for three weeks when thessaly left, and they'd only been dating a few months. and then we have lucien's word on what happened after nada...

if the dreaming entirely comes to a halt for weeks or years or centuries after a girlfriend leaves him, dream grieving an actual death of a partner is actively dangerous. you can't stop dream from dating, and from those relationships going poorly, but at least it has a much higher chance of being a mutual breakup if death has been taken out of the equation

(and, you know, might as well make it a universal rule, both just in case, and so dream isn't constantly aware that this one was made because of him)

2) no interfering in the affairs of other endless. think, for a second, about the sibling rivalries in this family. and that's just the ones that exist now, when several of them have had a chance to grow up - it's said they were all a lot more immature and prideful, even death, back in the day (she grew into the older sister position).

i saw someone say once that everything in the dcu makes sense when you consider that the universe is being run by seven warring siblings, and honestly i'm inclined to agree! they're all a mess

but at least they're messes that mostly leave each other alone. which means their domains are at least protected by the fact that they all individually care about what they were created to do - there's only one person making decisions and that person generally wants the best for those that enter their domain

death in the show talks about how when she was young, she had a hard time seeing her purpose, because everyone seemed to hate her and she didn't know what to do about it. what she says in the comics is that she did stop. once it really started to get to her, she refused to collect souls. no one and nothing died. and it was only through realising how much more that was hurting the world that she started to learn how to be okay with it

when any of them stop or get distracted or kept away from their jobs, it's the mortals who suffer. and even if they all meant well, which they often don't, have you ever tried running important projects with seven people leading? at best, it slows you down, at worst it can ruin the project entirely. given how much they try to tell each other how to live their lives already, if they were allowed to get up in each others' business, you might as well be jamming up the cogs of the universe

3) can't spill family blood. so, it's easy to look at that and see orpheus, and rose walker, and all the traps that dream almost or did fall into. but as far as i'm aware, other than orpheus and unity's descendants, we don't know of any other kids of the endless, and those were all pretty recent, on a universal scale. honestly, given how dream is the only hopeless romantic of the family, i'd be willing to bet orpheus was the first. so it's extremely unlikely when this rule was put into place that children were on anyone's mind. time and night are on such a cosmic scale of power i don't think even all of the endless combined could kill one of them. which means this rule is about each other

and given everything we just said about interfering with each other, can you imagine if they were allowed to kill each other? because endless reincarnate, death amongst their family would lose all meaning. you could kill one of your siblings for annoying you and get back a potentially less annoying version of them almost immediately. but every time you did that, you'd be disrupting the functions of the universe. and with siblings like dream and desire, who don't see the other's domain as important at all, they wouldn't care. if they'd been doing it since the start, it's possible none of them would see that as a bad thing

you'd have the universe falling apart before it could even really begin. and they might not even notice

#sandman comic spoilers #dream of the endless #death of the endless #desire of the endless #delirium of the endless #destiny of the endless #despair of the endless #destruction of the endless #mine #meta

[the-pink-quill]

Phee's Reaction to Non and Keng makes Perfect sense for the Character

And he's have felt very fairy-godfatherly if he had reacted any different.

Let's step back a bit, into Phee's shoes. Give up, for a moment, your omniscient knowledge of events as a viewer, and work only with the information and emotions of Phee, a 15/16 year old teenager. He's not an adult and not mature, so we will not judge his emotional response as such. He is also, far more privileged than Non, be it socially, financially, or in regard to his relationships with his family and his mental health. So, we shall keep that in mind.

Phee has no family pressuring him to prove himself, rather, from how politely his father talked to him in ep 9 despite having to cover for him in the accounts case (something which will anger any reasonable parent upon finding out their child was involved in illegal dealings), we can see he is fully secure in the knowledge that his father will back him up whenever he needs him to. His father probably also knows and is okay with the fact that his son is gay.

He is also charismatic, enough to wheedle into this friend group probably years after its formation and still have acquired enough authority to make them do something they didn't want to (the film) and take charge immediately after the fall of Por. He's also physically strong. That makes it extremely unlikely that he had ever been bullied or had to deal with bullying, and if you've never dealt with it, you don't know how hard it is for the victim.

Lastly, his family is not shown to be struggling and he is mentally sound (so far as we're shown).

Non is his boyfriend, who was, prior to the leak of the video, abnormally close to his teacher, enough for Phee to question Non about this. Despite reassurances, the doubt never went away. Phee asks Non, as any good boyfriend would, if he needs help, and Non says no.

And then the video drops. Phee is angry enough as is, as anybody, especially a teenager already frustrated with his boyfriend's secrecy would be, but then he catches him embracing the same teacher.

Again, I would reiterate that Phee is

1) a 15-year old child with the emotional and logical range of a 15-year old sheltered teenager,

2) not shown to be particularly taken with global scale activism which would be the only way he'd figure out, logically (and I would argue logic is not at the forefront of your mind when anger is the reigning emotion), that Non was being exploited.

Considering the response of the Thai public to the video and the fact that Keng wasn't immediately fired, the situation is not considered 'exploitive' by social standards. It seems to be taken for granted that the relationship was consensual. Coming from a country with similar values, let me tell you that students marrying their teachers is considered 'romantic' where I live. Heck, in my school, there was a teacher who flirted with some select students all the time, and was never fired. He was actually very popular, and it wasn't until years after I left school that I realized how problematic that was. It was not something we were taught, socially, was predatory.

Phee would have to be involved in global level activism, to see others from vastly different backgrounds talk about how problematic this behavior is, to realize that his perception of the situation was warped.

So, back to the video leak. Phee watches the video, and gets emotional fast. Despite his patience with Non thus far, he is not Buddha (if he were, he'd not have gotten involved in New's scheme). He sees proof of all his fears being proven true, and then sees, with his own eyes, further proof of the same. Of course he lashes out. Of course he leaves, because I suspect had he stayed, Keng would have gotten a lot more bruises, and not much talking would have been done.

Of course he says what he does to Non, from the innate urge to hurt him just how much he himself was hurting. In that moment, he may very well have used his knowledge of Non's insecurities and mental health issues to pointedly attack Non, because he is not thinking beyond his own hurt. And if you think you'd have reacted any differently, you're probably too old to remember what it felt like to be a teenager.

And of course he blocks Non.

If this were a reddit post, this is what it would read like:

"AITA for blocking my boyfriend after watching a video of him being intimate with his teacher, who he assured me repeatedly he was not involved with?"

Fill in the rest with Phee's knowledge of the situation (I do not think he knows about the mafia or the money he got from Keng or the true extent of the group's bullying; correct me if I am wrong) and tell me the replies, even from you, wouldn't be a resounding "Well Done!"

He finds out about a lot of things from reading Non's script, but the breakup was long before that. And I don't feel it right to blame him for a normal teenage reaction to his first relationship imploding in such a way.

Not when Chay from Kinnporsche was lauded for the same reaction.

#dff #dff the series #dff meta #dead friend forever #dead friend forever meta #dead friend forever the series #dff non #dff phee #pheenon #phee dff #non dff

[sashaforthewin]

Going through my huge ficlets doc to see if there's anything near done, so here's a little one of poor Will trying to kiss Eddie and it ending up getting Steve and Eddie together.

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"It's just hard being… being gay. It's so… lonely. Like, I'm in a room filled with people I love but I'm alone," Will said, voice overflowing with emotion.

Eddie knew. He knew the feeling all too well.

He leaned over and pulled Will into a hug and held him while the boy cried. Eventually the boy quieted, but he still held on, so Eddie didn't let go either. He figured Will knew better than him how long he needed to be hugged. 

It was a clear night and the stars were out. They were hanging out on top of Eddie's van at the edge of a field that was typically used for casual games of baseball in the spring, but tonight it was their own private sanctuary to talk about the cruelties of life. 

After a long while, Will lifted his head but kept his arms around Eddie, who smiled at him reassuringly. 

But then Will did the unexpected. He leaned in and kissed Eddie, who pulled away immediately and damn near fell off the side of the van. He didn't fall, but he scrambled down to the grass as fast as if he had. Will climbed down after him. 

"No! No, no, no, not happening, kid."

"Why not? We're both gay and you're really nice."

"You're like thirteen!"

"I'm fifteen!"

"And I'm twenty-one, so big ol' nope!"

"I won't be fifteen forever, and I'm mature for my age."

Eddie sighed, but stopped pacing and squared his shoulders, leveling Will with a serious look.

"The fact that you said that proves you aren't mature for your age. I'm really sorry, I know it's hard when you have basically no prospects for love, but trust me, it does get better. Just, if someone says no, don't try to talk them into changing their mind, that's a bad look."

"Oh. Oh shit!"

"Don't worry about it. Water under the bridge. But just try to find someone your own age, at least until you're old enough it isn't as big a deal. Now I feel all creepy."

"Eddie, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

"No, you shouldn't have. I forgive you if you never try that again. And sorry for the reality check but it needed to be said."

"Yeah, no, I won't do that again. I don't think I'd survive another rejection like that. I'm fine, though! Just, uh, embarrassed," Will assured.

Luckily, both were able to shake off the awkwardness and Will was feeling better by the time Eddie dropped him off.

Needing to tell someone about what just happened, Eddie headed over to Steve's house. He checked the time and then checked to see if Steve's parents' car was in the garage. Once he was sure he would only be waking Steve, Eddie knocked and rang the bell a few times to be annoying. Then when it was taking too long, he threw some pebbles at Steve's window. Unfortunately there was a screen on it so the pebbles bounced off with a gentle ping noise. 

As Eddie was looking for a slightly larger rock to throw, the front door finally opened and a very sleep-ruffled Steve Harrington blinked out at him from a blanket he was wrapped in. 

Eddie dropped the rocks he had picked up and pushed into Steve's house, shutting the door behind him and herding the blanket-wrapped Steve back up to bed. Once in his room, Eddie unceremoniously knocked Steve over onto the bed and then struggled for a bit to get his boots off before climbing in and invading the blanket burrito to snuggle his sleepy friend. 

Steve was nearly asleep again, but the intrusion into his cocoon had at least partially woken him again. 

"Hi."

"Hi. You're never going to believe who tried to kiss me tonight."

It took a moment for the words to sink into Steve's sleep-slowed brain, but suddenly he was wide awake and staring at Eddie.

"Someone kissed you?"

Eddie paused. He had been about to recount the story, secure in the knowledge that Steve would find it as hilarious and also heart-breaking as Eddie did now that the teen understood his misstep. But Steve's question was dripping with unexpected outrage and Eddie needed to poke the bear and see what happened.

He gave Steve his most puppy-dog eyes as he nodded.

Steve stared into Eddie's eyes, lost in thought. 

"I don't like the idea of someone kissing you," Steve admitted, as if he just couldn't stop himself.

Eddie glanced at Steve's lips, making sure Steve noticed. "I have to kiss someone eventually."

"I don't like the idea of someone else kissing you," he amended as he slowly leaned in.

As soon as Steve started to make the move, Eddie just hurried things along by crashing his lips to Steve's for the first time and rolling him over to further insinuate himself into Steve's personal space.

The next morning, when they had well and truly talked, it was decided that they were officially dating, that Eddie was a manipulative butt for implying some sorted affair when it had just been a misplaced crush, (even if it was the catylist for Steve finally making a move,) and that they would never torture Will by bringing up the kid's embarrassing moment. 

"God, you're lucky it was Will, he's so sweet he probably won't even be mean to you. Wish I could say the same for that little idiot, Mike."

"Wait!" Eddie exclaimed, "Mike Wheeler… Did Mike kiss you?"

"He tried to, I saw it coming and put my hand over his face. He still hasn't really forgiven me even though I explained why it couldn't happen. Obviously don't tell him I told you this."

"Wow. Holy shit, I cannot believe that's why he pretends to hate you! Ha!"

Steve leaned in and kissed Eddie, since he was now able to kiss him whenever he wanted. It was nice to have someone his own age, and helped that he was cute and charming and fun and clever. 

"You know we have to try to set them up, right?"

"What do you think I've been doing?" Steve demanded, arms thrown wide. "Those little idiots are so oblivious we could probably lock them in a closet together for a day and they'd still come out frustrated and miserable!"

"Hmm, okay, I'm just gonna be blunt and tell them they like each other when we get them together here later. Also, call them and get them to come over later, just the two of them. I'm putting an end to this dumbassery."

Steve opened his mouth to protest but then thought, eh, fuck it. If it was Eddie saying it, they'd probably even listen. Either way, it would be fun to watch!

#Steddie #steddie fic

[mywonuderful]

I'm still not over long haired minhee like-

request: i was wondering if i could request: how minhee would react to having a crush on someone a little older than him/how would he act around his crush in general?

pairing: minhee x older f!reader

genre: this is written in the perspective of an office setting

a/n: normalize romantic relationships with females being older than their partners! just a little reminder that these are purely based on what I perceive and what my knowledge on mbti (because i clearly have too much time in my hands)

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Alright we're taking about minhee here

The person who's known to be rather quiet yet mature and reserved out of all the members in the group

I read that he's quite studious too yike the disappointment i'll be to him

Anyways

If minhee's crush ended up being a couple years older than him, I feel like her would be quite intimated at first

Like he would be hesitant on approaching you at first or feeling anxious when you're near him

He's definitely someone who would admire his crush from afar, observing your movements as you conversate with your coworkers

For some reason I'm imagining this in a office setting between a senior employee and junior employee

I get the vibes that he'll try to make himself more mature (if he isn't already) to match up with you 'level'

His big eyes and soft smile while he listens to you talk, slightly nodding omg

I don't think he would tell his members about his crush first. If anything, he'll want to sort out his feelings first, concluding to himself that what he is feeling, is a crush.

He manages to hiding his feelings well, putting up a kind smile

But once he let's his guard down, he's an open book lmao

The workplace was busy, employees chattering and bustling. Your desk was a couple across from his. He could help but to stare at your concentrated expression, brows slightly furrowed as you bit your lip, trying to type something down. Your eyes suddenly travelled above your computer, meeting his dreamy eyes directly. Minhee darts his eyes away, covering his mouth as naturally as possible but in reality, he's a blushing mess.

I feel like once Minhee realizes that he has a crush on you, he ends up holding it with pride

He somehow finds creative ways to interact with you, even if it leads to him looking beat red in the end.

Majority of your coworkers have clocked out, you had to stay overtime to finish up with your work.

Minhee actually finished work a while ago but after seeing you stay behind, he thought that he'll stay behind too, to accompany you, even if you didn't notice.

But then he's purposely walk slowly past your desk to head to the breakroom.

"Oh hey Minhee! You're still here? Working overtime?" Your eyes lightened up, greeting him. His stomach fluttering.

He ends up doing some extra work on the empty cubicle beside you and that's how the two of you started to get closer.

Minhee fell deeper in love with you when he realizes how you don't stereotype or discriminate between the difference work classes, and treats everyone with equality.

I can totally see Minhee taking care of his crush. Especially when it get's busy and she skips out on lunch or when it's raining and you forgot your umbrella. Minhee is somehow always there.

Being on a higher level, you deal with more workload and stress and so Minhee is always by your side to listen with all ears about your rants. He's very supporting over the things you do, and never fails to let you know how proud he is of you.

You would sometimes see sticky notes on your desk whenever you come to work or after your break

"Remember to eat your lunch!" "The weather is nice today, get some fresh air during your break!" "You've work hard today, don't forget you're human and needs breaks!"

He loves to see your expression when you find his notes, your cheeks heating up as you hide your expression before glancing over at him, shaking your head while smiling.

He starts stepping out of his comfort zone to interact with you more, maybe even adding in slight teasing and jokes.

He might not realize it himself but he ends up finding opportunities to spend time with you, whether it be working together, grabbing a quick lunch together or walking home together.

At first he might seem to give off a more mature, quiet and cool vibe because he didn't want you to see him as someone too childish but as time goes on, he loosen up, showing more of his energetic, and playful side which you obviously accept with love

It might take some time for him to open up at first, especially if you are older than him, but once he falls in love with you, he's all-in. He pours his admiration, adding in the spark of fun and excitement in your life which you would not except from him. <3

#kang minhee #minhee #minhee cravity #minhee x reader #minhee scenarios #minhee imagines #minhee reactions #cravity reactions #cravity scenarios #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions

[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

Daily Reminder: Garroth was a bully as a kid!

He's the reason why Zane had covered his eye since garroth had thrown a snowball that had a rock inside it, and made Zane blind?? Or atleast hurt his eye.

In another flashback Garroth straight up put Zane under a box (container???) and SAT on it.

Zane had asthma too so this was very dangerous, yes they we're kids but you never get to see Garroth get punished for this behavior.

And yes he changed when he got older turning mature and learning to love his brothers and all but you gotta understand that must have hurt Zane on a mental health level.

Idk if it’s a British thing or if me and my siblings hate eachother, but this seems really tame to how we treated eachother growing up lmao. But That isn’t important.

You’ll find the big problem with all aphverse characters is that they’re never held accountable for… anything. Especially if they’re main characters. Even Derek gets let off lightly for the way he used to treat Aaron.

And the thing with Garroth is that when he looks back on it in pdh, he genuinely didn’t see himself as a bully. He literally mentions to aphmau how he thought he was a really loving brother. So he probably didn’t know that he was being harmful with his actions. Does that make them better? No, of course not, he should still have been held accountable, but it’s more of an issue of the people around him clearly being too tolerant for this stuff, and the writers not being able to properly deal with the flaws they give their characters, than it is a problem with him. He clearly just had a rowdier idea of playing than Zane did, and didn’t really notice his brother didn’t like it because he was too busy having his own fun. Or maybe I’m projecting and he was just a little shit who liked to torment Zane. Idk.

In my rewrite I’ll probably keep it the same. Except Aphmau will tell Zane to talk to Garroth about it. Garroth will apologise a lot, he never meant to hurt him, bla bla bla. Zane will make a snarky remark, Garroth will feel bad, Zane will feel bad, Zane will let Garroth hug him but he’s not hugging him back, Garroth takes up that offer. And for probably the rest of the season that happens in, Garroth will be really nice to Zane and offer to do a bunch of things for him to try make it up to him. Zane often refuses because he prefers doing things himself, but he likes that Garroth’s trying.

#aphmau #aphverse #rewrite #aphblr #mystreet #garroth ro'meave #zane ro’meave

[naughty-nona]

Some good Steddie quotes I got from THIS side:

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Steve: Are we fighting or flirting?

Eddie: I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck and a knife on your throat-

Steve: Your point?

(no bc that literally happened when they met, what?)

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Steve: What should I do?

Eddie: *holds out hand* May I suggest dinner with a friend?

Steve, in denial: Well, none of my friends are available, so I guess I'll have to go with you.

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Eddie: I'm allergic to death.

(uh, yeah... I sure hope it does you are..)

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*after Eddie comes back, because he has to*

Steve: Eddie, you risked your life to save me!

Eddie: And I’d do it again! And perhaps a third time! But that would be it.

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*also after Eds comes back*

Steve: I owe you one.

Eddie: That’s ok. You can just date me and we’ll call it even.

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*and also*

Eddie: A decision had to be made.

Steve: And you fucked it up!

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Steve: Why are you guys acting like this?

Eddie and the rest of the party: Oh, we're not acting. We really are like this.

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Steve: We have to plan, we have to figure something out.

Eddie: Steve, when have any of our plans ever actually worked? We plan, we get there, all hell breaks loose.

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Eddie: I would never say that my partner is a bitch and I don’t don’t like them. That’s not true…

Steve: Aww, thank you babe-

Eddie: My partner is a bitch and I like them so much!

Steve: ...

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Eddie: Jail is no fun. I’ll tell you that much.

Steve: Oh, you’ve been?

Eddie: Once. In Monopoly, it changed me.

Steve: ...

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Eddie: So you like cats?

Steve: Yeah.

Eddie: *tries to impress him by slowly pushing a glass off the table*

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Eddie: I only have 6 weeks left to live.

Steve: Oh god, really?!

Eddie: It's just a guesstimate based on the choices I've made.

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Steve: When you said 'Magic in Bed', I wasn't expecting this...

Eddie: *pulls out card from deck* Now, was this your card?

Steve: Holy moly-

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Eddie: Steve is playing hard to get.

Eddie: Little does he know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.

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Steve: Come to dinner tonight. I can’t cook, but I’ll bring plenty of free cheap beer.

Eddie: Marry me.

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Eddie: WHOEVER CAUSED THIS MESS IS GOING TO-

Steve: It was me...

Eddie: ...Is going to be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance.

(Eddie not being able to be/ stay mad at his adorable boyfriend, aka. babygirl Stevie, is so canon.. I can't)

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Eddie: Don’t worry, I know exactly what I’m doing. Everything is going to be fine!

Steve: How can you still say that?

Eddie: Because sometimes, when things get tough, denial is all we have.

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Steve: As someone who has a long history of not understanding anything, I feel confident in my ability to continue not knowing what is going on.

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Eddie: I'm tired.

Steve: You slept for three hours last night! Why are you surprised?!

Eddie: I'm not surprised. I just wanted to complain about it.

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Steve: Where have you been all day?

Eddie: Oh, just dealing with things way beyond my maturity level.

(You mean like all of u are? Let 'em be kids god damnit!!)

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Eddie: I think I just figured something out. I got to go.

Steve: Aren't you forgetting something?

Eddie: Uuh...*hesitantly kisses Steve's forehead before running out.*

Steve: No, pay your bill! Damn, who raised you?

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Steve: Why are you late?

Eddie: A technical error occurred, causing an unexpectedly long bout of unconsciousness.

Steve: Overslept?

Eddie: Overslept.

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Eddie, sweating: Steve, there’s something I need to ask you-

Steve: Finally! You’re proposing!

Eddie: How’d you know?

Steve: Eddie, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner.

Eddie: ...

Steve: I even picked it up once.

(I would die for nervous groom 2 b Eddie, who wouldn't?)

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Steve: So, Eddie, do you have a crush on anyone?

Eddie: The only crush I have is this crushing anxiety.

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Vecna: The real treasure was the memories we made along the way.

Eddie: I almost died.

Vecna: That... was my favorite memory.

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Steve: Hey Nancy, I’ve got an idea for how to solve this.

Nancy, pulling out a shotgun: Yeah?

Steve: Wh- No! That’s not the idea, Nancy!

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Eddie: What’s up? I’m back.

Dustin: I literally saw you die. You died. In my arms. I held you. You were dead.

Eddie: Death is a social construct.

(I whish, I whish for this so bad)

••••••••••••••••*lil bonus*•••••••••••••••••

The Duffer brothers: I feel awful about killing you.

Eddie: ...

The Duffer brothers: Even though technically you never even died, so I don’t know what you’re bitching about.

(again, please.. I need him in my life!!!)

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Dustin: Fight me!

Eddie & Steve, standing behind him, armed with a knife and a bat: *mouthing* Do not.

(Steddie = protective dad's)

#incorrect Steddie quotes

[expertmaster1]

How to Get a Boyfriend as a Teenager

Are you looking for a special someone to share those high school adventures with? In this blog post, we're going to spill all the secrets on how to snag yourself a boyfriend as a teenager. Whether you're new to the dating scene or just need some tips and tricks, we've got your back. So buckle up and prepare for an exciting journey into the world of teenage romance – because love is in the air!

Is Teen Love Real And Can It Last?

Well, here's the thing -teen love is indeed real. When teenagers experience romantic feelings for someone can be intense and passionate. They may feel like they've found their soulmate or that this person is the one they want to spend the rest of their lives with.

But let's not forget that being a teenager comes with its own set of challenges. Hormones are running wild, emotions are heightened, and there's still so much growing up to do. This can make maintaining a long-lasting relationship quite challenging.

However, just because teen love may not always last forever doesn't mean it isn't valuable or meaningful. These experiences help shape us into who we become as adults. They teach us about ourselves, our boundaries, and what we truly desire in a partner.

So yes, teenage love can be real but whether or not it lasts depends on various factors such as maturity level, compatibility, communication skills, and individual circumstances.

10 Truths About Teens and Dating

When it comes to teens and dating, there are some important truths that we need to acknowledge.

First off, teenagers are still figuring out who they are and what they want in a partner. This means that their relationships may not always be perfect or long-lasting.

Emotions run high during the teenage years, which can lead to intense relationships and heartbreaks. Teenagers need to learn how to handle these emotions maturely.

Another truth is that peer pressure plays a significant role in teen dating. Teens often feel pressured to date because their friends are doing it or because society tells them they should be in a relationship.

Additionally, communication skills may still be developing during this stage of life. Teenagers might struggle with effectively expressing their needs and boundaries within a relationship.

Furthermore, dating as a teenager can teach valuable lessons about respect and consent. Teens must understand the importance of respecting each other's boundaries and obtaining clear consent before engaging in any physical activity.

Moreover, social media has become an integral part of teen dating culture today. Platforms like Instagram and Snapchat can both enhance connections between partners but also create new challenges when dealing with jealousy or comparison issues.

In addition, parents play an essential role in guiding their teens through the ups and downs of dating by providing support, advice, and setting healthy boundaries.

Another truth is that not all teenage relationships will last forever - many will come to an end as individuals grow and change over time.

Teenagers need to prioritize self-care while navigating the complexities of dating. Taking care of one's mental health is vital during this period filled with emotional highs and lows.

Understanding these ten truths about teens' experiences with dating can help both teenagers themselves, as well as those around them, navigate this aspect of life more

#friends #frienship #relationship

[finsterhund]

Fuck man.

So I did eventually end up returning to watching We're All Going To The World's Fair and skipped past the scene that had the big trigger but it's still a doozy of a movie to process. Jesus Christ.

Maybe I'm just still shaken up over that but I am thinking. I am thinking with my mind.

This film is essentially a horror narrative centered around how gen Z, my generation, as neglected preteens with unrestricted access to an at this point now actively predatory and manipulative social media based internet, can devolve into harmful coping mechanisms, destructive tendencies, normalization of neurosis, and evidently have an almost infinite amount of ways to get ourselves hurt. This probably applies to millennials who grew up with the internet too but I noticed this movie is very prominently leaning towards the way it is for zoomers. The base story is that a creepypasta "ritualpasta" (challenge game) called "the world's fair" is something that goes viral for kids to do and document the supposed "paranormal changes" they experience from it. The reality of the game and whether it's all just psychosomatic or a scam is up for debate but the impact it has on vulnerable youth definitely isn't.

The main character is very apparently at least to me, either played by someone who is, or was intentionally played to be, neurodivergent and much of Casey's mannerisms, traits, the way mania fronts in particular, etc. are very similar to myself which adds to the relatability of the base concept and really made me queasy watching.

There's also ambiguous themes of potential grooming(?????) I got the impression the adult character had his own kid die from this or had some severe delusions surrounding the game and he was trying to help but he comes off as behaving somewhat predatory regardless of interpretation. Much of his behaviors are similar to common online grooming behaviors.

This movie really fucking made me think about shit and I got very uncomfortable.

Not to immediately just go back to thinking about Skinamarink but... I think it's pretty easy to interpret that movie as horror-izing thoughts of childhood neglect. And how they differ. Skinamarink if interpreted as being about abuse neglect is about toddler years and being left to fend for yourself, dealing with basal fear instincts when you're just starting to learn how to be your own guardian in the first place. The first sparks of independence. While We're all Going to the world's fair is about the teenage years of neglect. It's less basal. It's more complicated. There's a level of perceived invincibility. There's a level of forced responsibility that is placed on one's shoulders because adults no longer see you as a child but won't give you the autonomy they give to adults.

And with Skinamarink I can joke and I can take the scene where a voice in the dark tells Kevin about the knife and parrot it back into being about getting crushed under a falling dresser or getting my finger stuck in a mechanical toy or almost eating bleach powder or splitting my head open on concrete. Because I've grown in my mental health recovery and have an understanding of who I am as a person and what it means to be me on that basal toddler level. I'm at a point of recovery where I've gotten a handle on that. (For the most part. I deal with regression at times obviously if you've known me for a while you can attest.) So this is something I have learned how to use humor to cope with. When I look back and say "man that's fucked up" it's from a place of "I'm not in that headspace now. I'm bigger and stronger. I have overcome"

But not the teenage years. I have made no progress compartmentalizing and unpacking that can of worms. Maybe it could be said I am more selfaware. And that's really made me realize that yeah, I have comparatively made nowhere near the recovery and emotional maturity towards processing and overcoming the neglect and abuse in my preteen to teenage years. I do not have the capacity to process those feelings in any way that's constructive and healing at this point. Not the emotional maturity or depth. I put up walls and that's "good enough" but without the walls I get panicked and anxious. At that point construction of the self becomes so much more complicated. And the self construct is something I struggle greatly with as is.

And that's really made me uncomfortable. I know that finding this out is beneficial but I'm scared to even think about that. Most of those years are extremely repressed. It's a fucking mess. I will break down if exposed to this.

God.

There needs to be better groups and support networks for children in this world. So many legal guardians do a shit fucking job and never have to answer for it when it's permanently altered the minds and destiny path of someone who had no choice in the matter. This can lead us down some dark paths that not all of us will end up living through by the end. I've lost friends that way. I try not to think about that either. I can't accept that kids who I was close to during the transition from elementary to middle to high school aren't alive anymore. It's cruel. There's survivors guilt. I wonder why I didn't go through the same. And I dwell on things.

Gonna try to calm down. I generally am fine with horror movies so I wasn't expecting this reaction from watching a movie. But then again the stuff I've desensitized myself to on purpose is not this sort of topic. It's the more basal fears. I can watch a slasher flick no problem. It's easier to desensitize yourself to basal fears.

Should book another appointment with my psychiatrist and therapist. 😢 It's long overdue for both but grieving has gotten in the way of everything else. My doctor is on holiday for around when I'm supposed to be in for my surgery also.

I'd like to hope I'm smarter and better and more functional and a good person when compared to my teenage years. Much to think about.

I want to try to think of something else though. Not ready to be introspective about this. Not ready to challenge.

#text post #negative #spoilers #cw: child neglect #cw: child abuse #long post

[ohheyitsrikkij]

Inform Me When You've Made It Past This

Even though I endured the same trauma for longer than you

It's not a mothafuckin competition and there honestly is nothing to prove

This lady can outmeasure your dick on so many levels, honey

You legitimately don't know who the fuck you have encountered

Go ahead, make my day bitch

So let's all take a deep breath and calm the motherfuck down

You're not the only one who's hurting darling

You're not the only one who's broken

Stop being so goddamn hypocritical

I'm not saying you're not allowed to be cynical or angry or insecure or feel betrayed

All of that happened and all of that's valid

But come the fuck on and get the fuck over it

The past is the past unless you tether it to your current state and make it part of your identity

Your arrogance is suffocating

And your projecting is annoying

Don't drive people away and then wonder where everyone went

This ride is too short to spend it in the state you're in

Don't put your own shit on anyone else

Deal with or don't, the choice is yours but just because you can't deal with your goddamn emotions doesn't mean you get to tell me what I feel

Sure, try to pick me apart if it tickles your balls

But why don't you take a step back and channel those powers for good and realize that you're not shit and I'm not shit and she's not shit and we're all shit, you stupid bitch. Fuck!

I see the broken little boy that you are

Guess what babe, the only thing that will save you is killing your ego.

It's like a seven headed Hydra and requires constant maintenance, and you have to cut off the right head

Of course it's a cliche. Shut up.

I love you

It's no fun being a zombie

Take it from Frankenstein's monster

Mary Shelley would agree

It's better to accept what you are than to fight it

If you're a monster then embrace it

Just stop making it everyone else's problem

I miss my kids too and I'm dying without them

But i'm mature enough to not make everyone else deal with my rage and my shame and my sorrow and I'm aware I've been lazy but now I'm a lady and this cunt needs her babies but those feelings are only mine

But am I making any of those emotions anyone else's problem?

This answer is no, because I'm not a child and I also murdered who I was before instead of tattooing his name on my heart

I don't know if you understand

I fucking murdered that terrible, terrible man

I stab him 47,856 times

Because that's what it took for me to feel alive

I'm a much more level headed lady

Anyway I digress

I'll close the curtain with this

It's simply simple biology

If you aren't growing, you're dying

So move the fuck forward or shut the fuck up

Have a nice day and thank you for shopping

Do you have a super shopper savers card?

Fuck

[moominnyu]

oblivious [kevin moon]

🧸🎀 — pairings: kevin moon (the boyz) x gender neutral reader

🧸🎀 — tw: none.

🧸🎀 — wc: 3751

anyone who knows kevin to a personal level would be sorry for the guy, frustrated in his behalf even.

now, don't get me wrong, he's a handsome young man with a sweet personality, a nice car and good friends. he's a member of one of the hottest, on the rise k-pop boy groups, with a honeyed voice and great dance skills. he could probably bag anyone he wanted with minimal effort on his part, whether they work or not for the same industry as him. but the problem for kevin moon starts around someone who has little to nothing to do with the idol world.

you're kevin's friend, his little childhood friend from back when he was in america, and current best friend even here in korea. kevin's childhood friend who's only an university student, and knows as much about idols as you know about calculus— that is, nothing—, kevin's childhood friend who works part time in café, and still gets allowance from your parents, kevin's childhood friend who lives just three blocks from his dorm, who is so used to be by his side that you practically live at his dorm alongside his members. kevin's childhood friend who is... just his childhood friend and nothing more.

he's been on the unrequited love side of the spectrum for too long that his problem no longer relies on the fact that you guys are friends probably since you were both fetuses inside your mothers' wombs. he already felt this way about you when you lost your first tooth when you were six, even when you smiled at him with an incisor missing. he already felt this way about you when he taught you how to ride a bike at the park when you both were nine, even when you fell on your face and had a big bruise on your left cheek that remained on your skin for two weeks after that. he already felt this way about you when you turned fourteen and you stopped being a tiny shrimp and started looking more like what would later become his ideal type. he already felt this way about you when you guys were seventeen and he was starting his little youtube channel with one of his friends, and you would watch his videos with a genuine excitement that matched his. he already felt this way about you when you moved to korea together, not even knowing what was ahead of you but knowing that you had each other whatever happened.

he's been in love with you for way too long, so long that he already had every single inner monologue, argument, discussion and debate he could possibly have with himself about how absolutely wrong and criminal it is to have a crush, or rather, be in love with your best friend.  

he won in absolutely zero of these arguments against himself, as he always came to the conclusion that it was wrong, you two were friends and that's it, that you probably saw him only as a brother, if anything. but he had received his very needed push in the back by his members, now close friends of both of you, that insisted that it was normal: you were attractive, funny, sweet and a perfectly viable choice for him due to your closeness, anyone in his situation would probably be the same, and he would be a fool if he let go of the opportunity. with your looks and personality, you could get a partner anytime you wanted, and time was ticking for kevin, which, in turn, prompted him to act with you in mind, courtesy of sunwoo who mentioned he'd be the one making the moves if kevin didn't do it first.

and, so, it started, the tortuous process of courting.  

he didn't outright tell you he liked you, as he wanted to test the waters first, so he started with simple and minimal things, things that would go completely unnoticed by you unless you saw him as something more than a simple friend, unless you saw him in the same light as he saw you.  

hugging you a tad bit tighter and longer when he greeted you, getting leaves out of your hair or clothes for you, tentatively holding your hand when he wanted to guide you somewhere, placing his hands on your waist on hips when he walked past you; all little things that made his pale cheeks burn up a crimson color and his stupid, traitor heart beat uncontrollably against his ribcage... all little things that you remained completely apathetic to.  

“don't be afraid to up your game, hyung,” haknyeon had offered some advice, and as if it served as comfort to kevin, he had friendly palmed his back to show empathy for him, who sat with his head down, face hidden in his hands, “i think y/n is great! they definitely haven't noticed yet, and that's why they haven't said anything!”

it was another one of those nights where he was overcome with feelings, when the tug on his chest became too heavy and when the feeling of urgency became desperation. none of what he did was working out the way he wanted it to, and everytime he was left with more questions that answers: did you really blush when you brushed hands while reaching for the salt, or was it his mind playing tricks on him? were you really staring at him with such dreamy eyes when he was sketching or were you just spaced out? he could never tell.  

“well, that's obvious,” sunwoo retorted, plump lips on a straight line. he scratched his head and nudged kevin on the ribs, “you're the one who knows them best, you should that y/n had never had a partner before, it's likely they're just oblivious to your advances,”

an imaginary lightbulb flicked on on top of kevin's head at that moment when he realized sunwoo was right.

in all the years he's known you, you've never showed any kind of romantic interest in any person. it wasn't that you were short of suitors or admirers, quite the contrary, actually, you've had that sweet tendency to smile at everyone that happened to make eye contact with you since little, offer your help whenever needed and an ability to make friends with anyone in a matter of seconds. kevin was sure, during all his high school years, that the reason why he was liked was because of the halo effect, produced by the fact that he was always by your side.  

but, you, even with many suitors and secret admirers, never once brought up the topic of dating and crushes in front of kevin. he thought it was better that way, honestly, he's a bit more mature now but back when he was still a teenager, he was sure he wouldn't be able to take it if he heard you talking about another guy, all starry eyed and blushing. but that didn't mean he didn't feel curious about it.  

one time, against his own mental advices to just mind his business in case he ended up with a broken heart, kevin asked you about a guy in your class who he overheard your classmates teasing you about.

“oh, yeah, you mean james, right?” you sat on the floor of his bedroom, copying the answers from his textbook onto yours. you had bit your pencil and narrowed your eyes, thoughtfully, “i tutor him on sundays. nice guy.”

“i know who he is,” kevin answered, matter of factly, as he reclined back on his desk chair. he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as some form of idle distraction from the unsteadiness of his heart, “i'm asking you why were your friends making kissy faces at you when he was talking to you.”

he had sounded more stern than he intended, but, then again, that moment was the very first time he ever saw you blush and fix your hair in front of a dude, the first time he saw you act shy around someone.  

“he invited me to prom last week,” you answered, continuing to write down on your notebook with your cute, pink gel pen, “and my friends think he likes me because of that.”

“how are you so sure that he doesn't like you?,” it's obvious he does, kevin thought, otherwise he wouldn't look like such a fool, stuttering and scratching his nape like an idiot everytime you two interacted. not that he's one to talk, though.  

“because he's just being nice to me,” you frowned, “he always is. he walks me home when you can't, invites me to get coffee after tutoring, he saves me a spot next to him when i'm late for class,” you didn't lift your head from your notes or ever stopped writing, that's how trivial james's acts of ‘kindness’ were for you, “he even gifted me chocolates last valentine's.”

that's crush behavior, kevin wanted to say, but he didn't. he didn't want to implant the idea in your mind, making you overly conscious about it and forcing you to end up confused about your own feelings. if you liked him back or not, he decided, was for you to find out on your own, unprovoked.  

“do you like him?,” but there he was, having to open his big mouth out of morbid, masochistic curiosity.  

you lifted your head, finally looking up at him with a raised eyebrow, “no?”

“then why were you blushing when he was talking to you?”

“because julia was making a big deal out of it,” you said, frowning with certain annoyance and embarrassment, “and because noah kept telling him we look so cute together.”

“no, you don't.” kevin chimed in, perhaps too fast for his liking.  

“that's what i'm saying! we're just friends!” you sounded a bit exasperated, probably tired from all the teasing, “just like you and me.”

thanks to sunwoo, remembering that useful, albeit painful, conversation served kevin to switch his approach around you. thinking about it, back then, it should have been his first clue about your lack of awareness. he discarded as simple, intentional obliviousness— he thought that james was so obvious about his crush, you might as well were just trying to ignore it and not acknowledge it to avoid having to awkwardly reject him; but this obliviousness of yours lasted even much, much after that, when you guys moved to korea together and the people you met there were equally interested in you but ended up receiving the same treatment of complete lack of interest. even eric had, at some point of your early friendship, when he had a pitiful crush on you that lasted a couple of months.  

with a new, more direct approach in mind, kevin moon hadn't given up yet.  

he began to make his hints a bit more obvious so that the wouldn't fly over your pretty, little head like the ones before did, and he was pleasantly surprised to find out that it worked with great efficiency.  

complimenting you every chance he could, both looks and personality wise, often mentioning how you're the only person to make him this happy, how his day gets better when he sees you.  

and alongside the not so subtle flirting, your reactions began to grow in intensity as well. instead of the usual, coy nudge you'd give him when he complimented your appearance, you'd purse your lips and look down when he'd say that he thinks you're absolutely stunning. you'd bite a smile, cheeks heating up, when he'd, purposely on accident, casually sit close to you while watching movies, both of your sides pressed against each other. when he'd press an unassuming kiss to your temple after dropping you back at your place, you'd lean into his touch for a bit longer than usual, and you'd look a blushy mess of shaky eyes and pursed lips once he did pull away. even when he wasn't trying, even when his focus was on something else entirely, the amount of times he'd catch you staring at him and then move your eyes away as soon as he noticed were too many for them to be a simple coincidence.  

all of these interactions made him hopeful, made him think that he did the right thing by slowly approaching you in a way that you felt comfortable with. by the time he decided to finally confess to you, he was so sure you were, at least, confused about it, that you were seeing him in a new light now and that you weren't sure how to act around it, and that was enough for kevin, he just needed to go past that friendship relationship and then he'd work the rest, with you.  

and with this realization came yet multiple other inner debates about how to go around the confession. should he prepare for it? invite you to a picnic at the beach and confess to you when you both are enjoying the sunset? or should he just be spontaneous? you've never liked anything too flashy, after all, and you valued honesty over anything else.  

he chose to just do it one day, chose a time when you two are alone and tell you normally like he would do with any other thing. after all, you two were best friends who could tell absolutely anything to each other with no shame, and his feelings for you didn't change this.

but, whenever he thought about finally doing it, whenever he practiced his exact words in his mind over and over again until he was confident enough he wouldn't stutter, the moment would get interrupted by outside forces. like younghoon deciding to watch a movie in the living room where you guys were at, just in time when kevin had said he had something to tell you, like sunwoo coming uninvited into his room when you two were finally alone, saying that he was bored and asking if you wanted to play mario kart together. or that one time when kevin had managed to build momentum in his favor, mentioning how much he appreciates you and how lucky he is to have you by his side unconditionally, and just as he was about to utter the three important words, your mom had the inopportune need to call you, at three a.m. in the morning, because she had a nightmare about you being swallowed by the kraken.  

being stuck in this predicament didn't dishearten kevin, though. he's wanted to tell you how he feels since forever, he wasn't gonna give up over a few unfortunate interruptions.  

the perfect time to do it comes spontaneously, unprepared, just like most of those peaks of inspiration he feels out of the blue somedays.  

tonight, you're staying the night at his. you had went grocery shopping earlier in the afternoon, and kevin bought the ingredients to bake you some brownies after your insistence and pleads, clinging to his arm and pointing at the deliciously looking pictures of them in the premade mixture boxes, so now you're sitting on the counter of his kitchen while looks for the ingredients in the frige, reading the recipe out loud for him from your phone while swinging your legs up and down.  

“a double boiler?”, kevin leaves the fridge door open when he walks up to you and leans in so that he can get a look at your screen, “what the heck's that?”

“it says here that it's a fancy term for a... small saucepan filled with an inch of two of water set over low heat,” you read out loud, then lifting your head with a confused grimace, “huh?”

“i don't know,” kevin kicks the door closed after retrieving the butter, shrugging and trying to pretend he didn't notice how you stared at his lips just a second ago, “i'm just gonna make that one old recipe, the one we know and adore.”

“yeah, i don't know why you felt the need to change it,” you set your phone down and hop down the counter to give him more space, “you know i just eat whatever you make.”

“you like your brownies a bit more fudgy, don't you?” he takes a bowl out of the cabinet, and places it right beside where you're standing. he offers you a smile, a bit shy but genuine, “and i like to spoil you.”

at that moment, sunwoo walks into the kitchen. he makes a small gesture of acknowledgement to you and walks past kevin to get to the fridge. you follow him with your eyes.  

“hyung, i'm heading out,” sunwoo grabs a water bottle and closes the fridge again. he stands by kevin and points at the bowl where he's wisking the eggs, taking a short sip of his water, “can you save me some brownies?”

“i'm not making these for you, you know,” kevin sighs.  

“just one, then,” sunwoo insists, eyebrows up and pout on his lips, “you know i love brownies.”

“i'll save you some,” you smile at the younger guy lightly, “where are you heading?”

sunwoo shrugs and scratches his nape, “had the sudden urge to go to the movies.”

“alone?” you inquire, trying to supress a laugh.  

“don't judge a man for his hobbies, y/n,” sunwoo flicks your forehead with little force, and kevin hates that ugly feeling in his gut when you giggle and poke your tongue at him, “gotta go now, i've already purchased my ticket.”

and with sunwoo leaving, everyone else out on individual schedules and chanhee dead asleep on his room, you both are, technically, left alone in the dorm for once and for all.  

kevin pretends to be too preoccupied with spreading the thick batter in the baking pan to notice that the perfect opportunity to do it is just unfolding in front of him. he knows that the reason why he keeps getting interrupted is because he likes to take his sweet time with it, dragging it out as much as he can so he can prepare his heart for it. he decides he's not gonna do that tonight.  

just as he opens his mouth, your phone dings on the counter. kevin busies himself with putting the baking pan in the oven while you reach for your phone with the spatula he used in your mouth.  

“who are you texting?” he asks once he notices your wide smile and soft giggles.  

“yurina, one of my uni classmates,” you lick your lips after you're done licking the batter off, tossing the spatula into the sink, “she's happy because she asked her crush to be her girlfriend,”

“and did she say yes?”

“well, she wouldn't be happy otherwise, don't you think?”

there's an one-sided awkward silence when kevin rests against the counter while staring at you intently texting back and forth with this girl from uni.  

a moment of doubt crosses his mind. should he really do it? something tells him he shouldn't, that he should just keep quiet, but he's been walking through this desert for so long ago that stopping now feels wrong when he can practically see water in front of him.

love gives him a push in the back.  

“what about you?” he asks, and he internally cringes at the way his voice cracks a little at the end. he clears his throat, “i mean, are you interested in anyone?”

your thumbs stop typing suddenly, and you remain frozen for a moment, staring at your screen. you're blushing a little when you slowly lift your eyes towards him, and he mirrors such expression when his hopeful heart does a little flip.  

“why—why are you asking all of a sudden?”, your voice sounds tiny and you look a bit doubtful of him.  

“well, you never tell me about stuff like this,” he scratches his eyelid as he looks down at his shoes. the awkwardness is almost painful, and he's sure he isn't the only one feeling it right now, “is it someone you can't tell me?,” he makes a small pause in which he lifts his eyes from the ground and looks at you, “a close friend, maybe?”

silence fills the kitchen. the hen shaped cooking timer clicks as it counts down the minutes for the brownies to be ready, hour phone pings with new upcoming messages, the tv in chanhee's room makes deaf noise in the backround, yet, none of you talk.

when you refuse to meet his eyes that come looking for you, biting the inside of your cheek and looking down, kevin realizes he's going to be the one who breaks it, unfortunately.

“did i hit the jackpot?,” perhaps he sounds hopeful, or perhaps the silence was too loud that his voice now seems to over-volume it.  

you finally look up from the floor, “why am i the only one being interrogated?,” you sound a little more like yourself when you block your phone and cross your arms on your chest, lips pouty and the tip of your ears a little bit red, “you also never tell me anything about stuff like that!”

“i'll tell you if you want,” he murmurs, trying to analize your reaction, “if you tell me first.”

in the heart fluttering moment, odds are in his favor, he knows. it's on the way you look at him through your eyelashes, shy and maybe even a bit flustered, the sugar rush on his veins at the sight of your blush, ever telling of your feelings. because he knows you so well he knows that his hunch is right, it's because of your connection that he can feel that it's no longer one-sided, that, as much as he feels for you, you feel for him.  

“why don't you,” you make a small pause to press the back of your hands to your hot cheeks, “why don't you say it first, then?”

“how about we say it at the same time?,” even in his certainty there's still cautiousness, as if he needs confirmation even if he can read your heart, “at the count of three.”

“okay,” you smile at him with warmth, gentle, still laced with a shyness that makes your eyes a bit glossy, and it's the prettiest thing kevin has ever seen, “one.”

“two.” he says, his heart on a frenzy, mind a bit hazy with quiet excitement for what's about to come.  

“three!” you both say, and there's a small pause before any of you continue:

“you!”

“sunwoo!”

#the boyz x reader #tbz x reader #kevin moon x reader #the boyz #tbz #kpop x reader #idol x reader #fluff

[shelby-love]

HANK VOIGHT

Dating the Big Boss.

Requested: yes

Prompts: none

Warning(s): mentions of r*pe and p*dophilia (it's a tough case)

Author's note: I had a lot of fun writing this one. Especially since everyone is a lot older so I could play with maturity a little. Hope you enjoyed and sorry for the long wait! I'm just starting to get back to writing.

~

"What's up with him?" Erin whispered when she saw Voight barge into the unit's personal quarters. Hank didn't look at any of them as he strode into his office with a frown on his face.

He was angry, that's for sure.

Still hot on his tail, your senior detective self arrived right on que with him. Every pair of eyes was on you, knowing that you were the only one who had magic to calm him. You waved your hands, dismissing their burning questions all at once. You just crossed your fingers for them all to see and walked into your lover's office without knocking.

"Hank let's talk about this," You approached him carefully.

"There's nothing to talk about here Y/N."

"Yes, there is." You sat at the edge of his desk casually, although your heart was still racing upon hearing the news delivered to you this morning. "We have a serial rapist and pedophile out there. It's okay to be affected by it honey."

"Well I don't have any leads on this case," He told you strictly, although the anxiety was visible on his shoulders. He had his back turned to you and face focused on the city in front of him. The wheels turning and working in his brain were practically visible for the whole world to see.

"Then maybe we should look into our contacts and see who can help us," You proposed quietly. "This is far from over Hank. We can still turn this around."

You could see him nod, which instantly calmed you down. "Come here."

He, as surprising as it may sound, listened to your words, and walked over to your arms.

He placed his rough hands on your thighs while you ran your hands over his arms soothingly. Eventually your cold hands grasped his face as you gave him a soft look, "Do you want me to brief the team?"

"Thank you," You giggled, still not used to those words leaving his mouth.

The two of you shared a kiss before you left him alone with his thoughts to brief the team. Upon joining them you felt tension rise again, it made you remember what you were meant to do at that moment. "Is he alright?" Erin asked you quietly. You only managed to nod your head before ushering her to her seat.

Then you took a stand in front of them, a file filled with gore pictures secure in your hand. "A few days ago we found a female that was beaten, raped and murdered just outside the Riverwalk area. She was found in a dumpster just outside the Belle Hotel. Roughly 9 years old and unfortunately not the only case."

You spoke with authority that matched Voight's to a certain level. As a senior to all of them it was your job to deliver the details loud and clear. "There have been a few more cases similar to this one. Brody Thompson declared as missing just over a week ago was found two days ago in an area like this one. His left pinky was cut of just like the first victim's..." You placed a picture of a little boy on the board.

"Same MO?" Erin asked, scribbling things vigorously into her notepad. You nodded sadly.

"Are all of the victims children?" Burgess asked from the other side of the room. When you bobbed your head to her in confirmation you could practically see the heartbreak that struck her.

"We believe that we're dealing with a serial rapist and pedophile." You sighed.

"The MO is unique, and it doesn't look like he's been very careful with where he dumps the bodies," Jay notes. "It should be easy to find him since he's bound to make a mistake."

"That's where it gets tricky," You tell him, appreciating his quickness in noticing the details. "These are only cases reported in Chicago within the last few weeks. If we expand the search, which we did, there are dozens of other reported cases all around Ohio, Virginia, Rhode Island and lastly… New York."

A cool cloak of silence fell over the room once you've finished marking the spots. "Some date back to 10 years so we're looking for someone in his early to mid-forties. Maybe even older. Virginia State Police was only able to give us cases within the last 5 years, and we've hit four matches so far."

"Why are they handing the case to us? NYPD should be able to handle this." It was Alvin who had asked that question to which you opened your mouth to answer immediately.

But Hank, your boyfriend and partner, was quicker.

"Because we're the most qualified to do it," He explained, voice booming across the room. He joined your side and placed his hand on your hip; it was that after all, only the members of this very unit knew about you two. "Now, I've pulled out some old contacts from New York. They should be arriving here on the first jet they get their hands on. Until then I want you guys everywhere."

When his gaze slid to yours a twinkle of determination shone within his irises, "Let's get this son of a bitch."

***

"Sargent Benson," you greet the woman that just descended the stairs of the jet. The only people on the tarmac are the two of you and the officers you brought here. "Thank you for coming on a such short notice."

"Voight sounded stressed when he called. Is he alright?" She asked you quietly, matching your footing and walking toward the black SUV next to you.

You shook your head, "This case has been really hard on us is all. It's not every day we have cases like this one."

"Well, our job isn't pretty." She agreed. "Rape cases are already hard on their own."

"But when it's kids…"

"Do you have kids, detective?"

"None that are my own."

"Then I guess you're lucky."

"I suppose so."

***

The drive back to the district wasn't all that comfortable. Benson carried an air of importance around her that would get some rookies sweating with nerves.

Decades in this line of work showed just how good of a match you were for her.

"Hey Trudy," You greeted your friend in passing. Benson was hot on your heels as you lead her upstairs.

Upon reaching your destination you felt her walk straight pass you into Hank's arms. She brushed her hand against the lapels of his jackets when she asked him how he was doing. You felt your chest rise with jealousy but that diminished quickly when you saw him lead her to his office.

"You're not seeing that?"

"Seeing what Jay?"

The younger man narrowed his eyes at you, "She's obviously into him."

You sent him a glare. "We're not kids Jay, we're adults that lived long enough to see what's worthy being petty about and what's not."

"If you say so."

You rolled your eyes, but still went to retrieve your man, nevertheless.

***

You knocked twice before Voight let you in. "Sorry detective, this is a private conversation."

It was Benson who had told you this. You fought an eyebrow that wanted to rise.

"Y/N runs this unit as much as I do," Your boyfriend interfered. "She can stay."

You smiled, that not being able to suppress. "What do you have?"

"A possible location," She told you, still eerie about you being there.

You perked your eyes at that, taking your usual seat in Voight's office. Hank came to stand behind your chair, hands on the back of it. Olivia eyed you quietly and came to retrieve some papers. With her back turned to you both you turned your head, eyes travelling to Voight. Silently, you asked about what was going on. He only shook his head and pressed his hand against your shoulder, rubbing it in comfort.

Olivia saw the interaction and raised her brow.

***

You held your M16 in your hands securely. Officers were bustling all around you, greeting you in passing. The house in front of you looked like a fortress having god knows what protecting it. "We don't go in by force. There are still kids inside."

While the members of your unit nodded in agreement, a few voiced their distaste.

"We go in now. Cut off his ability to retaliate."

"I understand Olivia, but-"

"Sergeant."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm your sergeant. Let's keep it that way."

You gritted your teeth, seemingly offended by the fact that she had used the chain of command to put you in your place.

"My sergeant is Voight. I answer only to him," You corrected her. "I just want those kids to come out of there alive, and that's not going to be possible if we barge in. He'll panic. Kill them instantly."

"Why don't you go in then?" She proposed. "Scope and give us inside information so we can work our way around it. You find the kids and let us do the rest."

You thought about it. "I need –"

"Nothing." Your sergeant appeared by your side, eyes hard and body as still as a rock. Unlike Benson, you could see his anger. You almost reached out to calm him. "You're not doing it."

"This could be our shot." You told him.

He only shook his head, "Trust me it's not. A word, sergeant?"

She nodded and followed him.

You watched as the distance became bigger.

Jay and Adam came to stand next to you, Adam at your right side and Jay at your left.

"Holy hell." Adam muttered.

"She almost got you killed." Jay commented after him.

"Holy hell indeed guys."

***

"Hank I'm trying to do right by these kids!"

"The hell you are," Hank outright yelled at her. As the only person at the scene that had guts to stand up to her, he took the chance to put her in her place. "The way I see it you want Y/N in direct danger with no back up."

She stayed silent.

"You don't get to boss around my unit. Especially not my most trusted detective."

"Oh, come on Hank." She sighed, not quite believing what she was hearing.

"You're here to assist. The case is still mine so don't get ahead of yourself."

And with that, he left her to be.

"We're waiting for him. SWAT is on standby."

You smiled gratefully at him before mouthing a thank you.

***

"You did great today," You complimented him, smiling from ear to ear. All the children that went missing within the last few weeks have been found alive. Wounded yes, but alive. And the man was, much to your satisfaction, shot dead when he tried to run. By none other than yourself. Being able to put down a monster like him brought you satisfaction.

It brought Hank pride too.

He pulled you in by the hip and rested your back against the wall. Chicago was lightly lit up outside, bringing peaceful atmosphere to the district. Your fingers brushed against his rigid jawline; eyes locked with his.

Kisses between you two were shared ever so often at work. While you would both usually leave to the privacy of your home, today was a day you both needed reassurances immediately.

Your lips were pressed together and moving in a way possible for only people with experience.

When someone opened the door without knocking, you pushed him away in fright. Hank didn't even stumble as he narrowed his eyes at the person who had intruded.

"Sergeant Benson?!" You shrieked, cheeks flushing a bright red.

"It all makes sense now." She mused.

MASTERLIST

#hank voight #hank voight fanfiction #hank voight imagine #hank voight imagines #hank voight x reader #chicago #Chicago PD #chicago pd fanfiction #chicago pd imagine #chicago pd x reader

[endlich-allein]

Promo "Liebe Ist Für Alle Da" (2009), Christoph "Doom" Schneider  — Interview by Philip Lageat, 16-11-2009, Nantes (Rock Hard #94)

Rock Hard : With six studio albums in the bag, it must be more and more difficult to establish a setlist. How do you deal with that ?

Christoph "Doom" Schneider : Strangely enough, we take our heads less at this level than in the studio. I am therefore going to surprise you by telling you that this is done as simply and naturally as possible, since we ultimately proceed in a very democratic way : each of us draws up a list of our favorite titles. We then compare the desideratas of each... and the majority wins, provided however that the songs chosen fit well into the show. We did it this time around and it worked really well, since we shared an identical opinion on many songs. Personally, I find that we have found a good balance between old songs and new songs. We play a lot of songs from our last album, Liebe Ist Für Alle Da, which suits me well because I admit that I was fed up with some old titles. I was almost sickened by playing them. So we discarded them, otherwise I think we would have quickly become jaded of the new show. So we had to be careful what we choose, because, given the special effects that we deploy on stage, it is quite difficult for us, after the fact, to make big changes in the setlist. It is that each of us must know precisely what to do, and where it must be, during each song : a misstep, a second of inattention, and you are toasted like a peanut ! (laughs) Anyway, a setlist usually follows you during a whole tour and I'm happy with it which, as I said, seems to me to be a happy medium, a pretty harmonious balance, between old and new songs.

RH : Twenty years ago almost to the day, on November 9, 1989, we witnessed the fall of the Berlin Wall. As an East German, do you remember this historic moment ?

Christoph : Yes, I was in town. In the middle of the night, I heard the radio announcing that people were destroying the Wall. It must be said that, for a few days already, the rumor had swelled that this was going to happen. But I stayed home because quite frankly, I couldn't believe it ! (laughs) It wasn't until a day or two later that I crossed the Wall for the first time to go west. At the risk of disappointing, I was therefore not one of those people we saw on TV riding the Wall and destroying it with a pickax or hammer. I remember I was of course delighted, but the shock was such that it took me a while to adjust to this new life : during the first two or three years, I had the feeling of not being able to be part of nothing and of everything at the same time, to evolve in a space of total freedom. To tell the truth, it was an extraordinary period ! In East Berlin, it was chaos. We squatted in houses where we organized huge parties... (smile) There were no rules and a sweet scent of anarchy hung in the air. Musically, we all continued to play with our respective bands and for a while it didn't go so badly. Until we realized that the situation had changed dramatically and that these bands belonged to a period from now on bygone, were from another age. We felt that the time had come to start a new adventure by creating another group. The foundations of Rammstein were laid... From the start, we defined what our sound should be. Very quickly we figured out that even if we rehearse hard, we would never be able to sound like an American band. That's why we tried to create something unique, which really looks like us.

RH : Do you remember the first concert you saw in the West ?

Christoph : It probably must have been an unknown punk band. But the first big gig I attended was a Red Hot Chili Peppers show at a tiny club. In 1990, it seems to me. They were not as popular then as they are today and did not perform in large venues yet. Before this concert, I had never heard of it. It was a Californian who was squatting at my house who told me that it was a good group and offered to go see it. When I think about it, I wonder what she and I could say to each other, since I couldn't get a word of English ! (laughs) Anyway, we went to this concert and I took a huge slap. Never before have I seen something so exciting ! This is an evening that I will never forget...

RH : Despite multiple internal friction, Rammstein has always kept the same line-up. How do you explain this stability ?

Christoph : Rammstein is only worth the sum of his individualities and their uniqueness. If one of us left, or whoever, we wouldn't be dealing with the same group. Rammstein would no longer be. So, it's true, there were tensions between us during the recording of the last album (see previous interview), but that's how Rammstein works. I believe in these guys... And then we always had a fight every time we set foot in the studio, and that, for any album. It's just that, when we were younger, we were able to find common ground faster because we were less stubborn and had less ego. Maybe we are too stressed out today when we work together, because we know it is going to be a long and painful process. And that, we find it more and more difficult to bear it. But for me that's a good thing, because these tensions are a blessing, in that they sharpen our creativity. Without them we would not achieve exciting results. We only yell at each other over simple taste issues : "I like it, why don't you like it too?". It's just that sometimes we tend to forget about it and take things too personal. At my level, I now tend not to want to impose my point of view if the majority does not think like me. Others, on the contrary, do not get along with age and refuse to give up even the smallest square inch of land (laughs). Hence endless heated discussions. Not to mention that the producer also has an opinion and that we therefore have to juggle the desires of seven people. You should know that for the most of us no longer get along with the producer (Editor's note: the Swede Jacob Hellner who has so far produced all of Rammstein's albums) in terms of choices and tastes. We have not changed, not evolved one iota. We are still able to develop this stupid energy in order to provoke, and I like that because some people expect us to mature with age, that we become more "adult". And here we are shooting a porn clip (Editor's note: allusion to the video for the single "Pussy") ! (laughs) We're still the same kids who, twenty years ago, were overflowing with youthful enthusiasm : "That's going to be a blast. So what are we waiting for ?"

RH : To conclude, do you really sell this box containing Six dildos that we could see on the Net ?

Christoph : (Visibly embarrassed) I have no answer to that question. I think this is more of a joke than a reality... And then who would buy this anyway ? (laughs)

© P.R. Brown (2009)

#rockhard magazine special rammstein 2021 #rammstein in press #rammstein interview #rammstein #christoph schneider #till lindemann #flake lorenz #paul landers #richard kruspe #oliver riedel

[diaco1968]

Ice Ice baby

Wanted!Shoto Todoroki x hero!reader

Basically a request from my friend :D

Don't you just want to see this powerful boy helpless?

Warning! Cuffs. Handjob, orgasm denial

You navigated your way through the dark unnaturally cold alley ways. A thin layer of frost on the ground, looking as if someone recklessly dropped white paint and the droplets freely scattered all around. Except it was droplets of glowing delicate ice. Mid summer. You smirked as you followed the trail, getting more and more certain that you were closing in on the person you've been looking for as the tempreture dropped.

Your squad back there was absolutely demolished by this guy. Every last one of the idiots frozen in place in mere seconds and he just walked away from their pitiful pleas like he just swatted a bunch of flies. The thought made you click your tongue irked. 'Useless bunch of total morons.'

"Came for more?" He had his back to you, his head slightly turned to the side as he kept you in his line of vision, without actually having his eyes on you. Not to your liking, you'd much rather he have his attention on you and nothing else.

"More? More what? Your tiny little popsicles?"

That caught his attention as he turned towards you with a raised eyebrow. Truth was he was confused how you managed to escape his initial ice attack. Unless you were not there at the time he froze those heroes to the ground. Not a problem, you'd get a taste of his 'tiny little popsicles' soon enough.

"I wish I could stay and chat, but I don't have time for this ma'am." He raised his right hand, a harsh freezing breeze shooting off his fingers and turning into sharp ice around your feet on the ground. You inspected your heavy ice boots rooting you to the ground, then your eyes moved up to his arm, and just like you expected little patches of frost had already started to appear as he used his quirk again."farewell." He started to turn and walk away but the sound of ice cracking had him snap his eyes back on you surprised.

"Not gonna even tell me that I shouldn't move, or my frozen legs are gonna break and come off?" You said as you effortlessly pulled your other leg free from the shattered ice completely unbothered. Looking up at his surprised eyes you gave him a haughty smirk "I think you do have some time to spare now, what says you?"

He narrowed his eyes as he looked down to your legs then back up at your face "somone is not bothered by ice, I see. No problem. Got just the thing for you. You have a pretty face. Pity." He lifted his left hand this time and before you could react, a burning flame flew past your cheek making you wince quietly. More so from the shock than anything. "Ouch, going straight for the face, are we? Not very polite of you." You rubbed your cheek lightly before removing your hand garing at him, secretly loving the way his smugness wavering and fading.

'Nothing!?' His gaze was intenese as he looked for any sign of burn on your cheek, but there was none. How can one be immune to both Ice and fire?! He had never had to face this problem before and as much as he tried to hide his anxious expression, his face was slightly off. He looked nervous. You offered him an evil grin. Too evil looking for a pro hero. "Where did your sharp wit go now?"

He clicked his tongue annoyed as he raised both hands, launching himself at you. You didn't know what he was going to throw at you, but it didn't matter. It's not like you had to block or repel anything. Truth be told, You did take damage, you were just too quick to heal for him to notice that. He did not hold back on you with both his quirks.

~

His whole body was shaking and mostly covered in now a thick layer of frost as he froze you to the ground again, raising his left hand but all that emitted from it was a puff of visualized air from the contrast of cold and hot, with a pitiful dying hiss. "Damnit..." he breathed out too cold to do more now, you had made him over exert his limits and yourself had barely broken a sweat.

"Aw, what was that?" You chuckled as the familiar sound of cracking ice echoed off the walls of the dead end signalling you were free of your icy binds once again. "Are you done yet?" You walked to him slowly and intimidatingly. He tried to step back but his body was too cold and heavy for him to move.

"Looks like you are done." You said smugly as you pulled the quirk nullifying cuffs out, making quick work of binding his arms behind his back. His jaw was clenched as he tried to stop his teeth from colliding due to the cold. "So what now? Turning me in, little lady?"

You raised an eyebrow giving him a look as if he had said the most stupid thing in the world. From close up you could see why he was known as the Todoroki masterpiece. Not only his double quirk was very outstanding, he looked like such a unique specimen. Two colored eyes, each deep, sharp and threatening enough to make you lose yorself in 2 completely different worlds. A mop of two colored hair you were sure no one else could pull off withouth looking like a clown. A burnt scar on his left eye adding to his mature expression. Peculiarly handsome.

Now, you would normally hand him over, like he had logically assumed. But, at the very moment there was no need. The crimes he was wanted for were pesky little things, no murder or anything, more like an honourable thief. It was the person who wanted him caught that was a big fish otherwise he wouldn't even have to get wanted at all. And honestly you couldn't begin to give a flying fuck about what a big fish wanted.

You smiled and much to his surprise pushed him down flat on his butt, his back hitting the wall and he hissed out annoyed, but soon was distracted as you pushed his torso forward and re-did the cuff, his hands now bound behind him to a pipe. "... you are a pro hero, right?" He looked up at you suspiciously with narrowed eyes, getting a deep chuckle in reply.

IsgoungWht You raised your foot and even though he thought you were going to kick him, he refused to flinch away. However he jumped as you brought your foot down lightly resting it on his crotch, adding more of your weight till you were bent down to his eye level resting your elbow on your knee "You bet I am."

He groaned, frowning as his eyes darted between your foot and your face, annoyed but intrigued. "Your guidelines seem to have changed quite a bit from what I remem-Ngh!" Both his knees jerked up a bit at the sudden add of pressure.

You only smiled at him, running the back of your fingers over his jaw and under his chin, raising his head a bit "now that you've found time, you're actually chatty, huh?"

He puffed out his cheeks and glared up at you.

"what do you want?"

"Now we're talking." You grinned and removed your foot, sitting in between his legs "I have no intention of turning you in to that prick that wants you."

He studied your face carefully "... that much is clear."

You gently put your hand over his mouth and rolled your eyes "shhh I'm talking." You removed your hand raising an eyebrow and daring him to talk, but he remained unfazed and quiet. "Good. You see, what you did back there to my squad doesn't sit right with me, so what we're gonna do is you endure a bit of humiliation then I let you walk free. It's a win-win scenario, trust me. Deal?"

He didn't look one bit like he trusted you as he scrunched up his nose and raised an eyebrow "I don't know, doesn't look like I have a choice."

"Exactly."

Your grin widened significantly and you nestled comfortably between his legs looking throughly at his outfit for the first time. Black skinny jeans with a loose short sleeved shirt. Casual. You ran your palm up his bare arm, brushing off some of the frost that still persistently lingered. Your other hand wandered up his shirt curiously, fingers lingering on his prominent abs a little too long.

"You're weird."

He said maintaining a very intense eye contact. You rolled your eyes "you think?" He opened his mouth to retort but snapped it shut to suppress a surprised yelp, that instead escaped his lips in a strangled grunt as you pinched his left nipple hard.

You chuckled at the glare he shot you "oh wow, perky, are we? Is it for the cold?" Your hands moved down his body, fingers nimbly undoing his jeans. Eyeing him mischievously as he tried to discretely wriggle away from you to no avail "relax, I can warm you up."

"I'm fine, I don't need-..." he trailed off, watching curiously as you palmed him through the fabric of his underwear, running your fingers up and down his length, his leg jumping lightly in reflex as you squeezed down a bit too harshly, clicking his tongue annoyed once more. "I still have no idea what you want from me..." he grumbled eyes not leaving your hand as it dived inside to fetch his hardening cock, delicate fingers wrapping around it and lazily pumping up and down. "Improvise. You'll get it eventually." Your thumb rubbed over the head, squeezing a bead of precum out of it and smearing it around the tip. He hissed out a breath, twitching in your hand.

"Shit..." he did have a vague idea about what you wanted him to do but there was something oddly arousing about being helplessly bound to a pipe in a dead end at such a intriguing character's mercy.

~

He bit his lower lip to suppress his low grunts and moans, closing his eyes as your hand sped up, your other hand joining in to cup his balls and squeeze softly. His hips were bucking in your hands, abs bulging and rippling lightly in sync with your touch, covered in a thin layer of shiny sweat droplets. If his quirks weren't cancelled, he would be smoking with heat. Just as he was seeing white from the pleasure you stopped.

Again.

He threw his head back with a quiet sigh, opening his eyes "I should've known." He said with a breathy voice as he caught his breath.

You nod laughing at him teasingly "yeah you should've. Those sounds you make are very sexy though. Almost got me going too." He raised his head and smirked at you smugly "maybe you should give it a shot then?"

You shrugged your shoulders "tell me what I want to hear and I'll consider."

He chewed the inside of his cheek before finally giving up "...please." voice barely louder than a whisper.

"We've been over this, not enough." You scolded again. He sighed loudly "pleease!"

You smiled softly at him making him even more annoyed.

"please what?"

He narrowed his eyes at you before looking at you pleadingly "please finish me off and let me cum."

You grinned "nope, see you around, pretty boy." As you stood up and turned on your heels to leave.

"Wait what!? Not gonna Finish what you started?!"

you looked over your shoulder. It was the first time he looked this distressed

"I will. Later. We will meet again."

He growled and pulled at his restraints with a loud clinking noise "you can't leave me here like this! At least take these off and let me go!" He pleaded.

"I'm sure you can get out of them on your own. You're a big strong smart boy after all." You sent him a kiss from the entry of the alleyway as you winked and disappeared chuckling.

He growled hitting his head back on the pipe sitting there in silence for a while as he thought to himself.

'Strong smart boy'

'Smart boy'

'Smart'

...

!!!

"Bloody fucking hell! I'm going to get you back for this, I swear!" He grumbled angrily as he activated his ice quirk and froze the normal metal cuffs, breaking them and freeing his hands. He was basically not restrained at all this whole time! He smiled depite feeling like an idiot as he rubbed his raw wrists. He would be enthusiastically looking forward to seeing you again.

#todoroki shoto x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki #todoroki shoto #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia

[pleasancies]

Justifying The Aftermath

wordcount : 2.1k+

warning : mention of animal abuse, emeto

content : lashing out, electrocution, vomiting, whumper!caretaker, lady whump, lab whump, whumper pov, manhandling

This is it! The last day of Summer of Whump. It's been fun, writing and reading more whump from this event. Can't wait for next year! Tagging : @summer-of-whump

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"Breathe deeply, Fenrir."

Her stare was full of contempt. There was still a sharp edge on her two fangs. Blue veins jutting out under her arms and legs. She was much older than John, late in her twenties. Prior affiliation indicated if she wasn't a murderer or an arsonist then she's an accomplice to one. He didn't dare to take a step further. Even when her left arm was tucked in a sling, the other connected to an IV, the general scrapes and bruises on her face, or the fact that she couldn't sit up so the infirmary nurse had to raise her bed to prevent her lungs collapsing in on itself.

Fenrir spat, and it hit him in the chest despite the distance.

John took out his napkin, "I mean it for your well-being. Your rib fracture wasn't severe, but your recovery will be greatly stalled if you manage to get yourself pneumonia."

"And then what? Brainwashing? I had to be Empire's hunting dog? I'd rather die."

"You're contributing to the public good. We're not lying."

"You think turning people into living weapons is for the greater good?" Fenrir grinned, covering the upper half of her face with her palm. "Rich kids are easy to brainwash."

"We were forced. If terrorist groups like those Heretics you love so much doesn't terrorize the managers then we wouldn't have to spend so much time on defense!"

John watched the rise of Fenrir's chest as she spoke. Her breath was fast and shallow.

"Heretics are a new thing. The humans living in the Orients and the Border Islands have existed long before the Ship fell into our grounds. The Empire wasn't reacting to them when they sent out the first Seed and they sure as hell does not need a living monster to weed out a bunch of poors with a handmade grenade. What the Empire doing is never defense, child. They're hungry for control."

Child. It filled him contempt. He might have been younger than her but look who had their life sorted out? An internship with the smartest minds of the earth, a girl waiting back home, and a few years worth of savings. John is more mature, educated in things other than the vulgarity of drink and merrymaking.

Forgetting his fear, John leaned on the side of Fenrir's bed. He loomed above her. "Your problem is that you're uneducated. You had a brilliant mind, but you didn't go to school or truly learn how to think the big picture. The facts you learned was baseless. The Radicals got to you first and I'm sorry for that."

The glare she gave sharpened, and for a second John believed she's going to lunge at him. Luckily she was only taking a deep breath.

"Uneducated? I've written essays, planned raids, and build gardens! I might not be an engineer, but I know more about the world than you."

"This is a waste of time. You're insulting instead of discussing."

"Explain how calling me uneducated isn't an insult."

John run his fingers through his hair, "I'm here only to look at your progress. Look, I think Heretics are too caught up in their pain. They experienced bad things and blame the Empire. But it's just the world. You need to struggle and work and-"

"Mind if I cut in?" Fenrir doesn't wait for John. "Since you want an argument, I want to acknowledge we both had a different view of reality. It's just our sources. But you need to think about what they taught you. I assume you're referring to the workhouses."

"Yes. That, and the jails. I know most of you are former convicts."

She ramped up in intensity. Fenrir raised her voice. "They might told you it's just a struggle, but have you even been there? Eat the rat-pissed grain and get yelled off for sitting? Have you ever questioned if the papers telling their story reflects reality? Managers owned the workhouses. They owned the papers. Of course they only said good things about it. They got away with untold evil because you trust them!"

The long histrionic rant left Fenrir with a coughing fit. John's answer were simple.

"Who's to say you didn't lie to me to sympathize with them?"

"Ask ten men working in the poor house. If anecdotes don't phase you then read some statistics my group works on."

"I'll do it." If John had the time, which was virtually nonexistent. If he had the guts because none of his friends including him know a guy like that, and approaching workhouse residents can get you robbed "Later. Wartimes are a bitch."

Fenrir chuckled, her mood has lightened up. "Aren't we all united under a single flag? Why is there still a war?"

A rhetorical question and a trap. Why is Fenrir likes to anger herself so much? Either way, he's not taking the bait. What a sad life, suspecting every thing you hear might be misinformation. The Empire could never lie about something so grave. They had principles. John had seen firsthand how his life have been easy because his family knows the rules and how go around the proceedings. It's imperfect, but it's definitely better than whatever the Heretics are going for.

For a week, John and Lisette have been adjusting. Visiting Fenrir separately, taking notes of trigger buttons and quirks. This Fenrir was different, and the way she was exposed to the substance made a different sort of Dog, besides the mutations. They need to re-do experiments, test new things, even change up their approach. Fenrir was always angry, and there's this restless energy around her. Avoiding certain topics and sneaking up sweets for her seem to calm her down a little, but that restless edge was still there.

Not a concern. Not since Fenrir's ribs and shoulder had mostly healed. Not after they've think up strategies to temper her prickly disposition and contain the emotional outburst after her first testing. Not when they drug her when she's already asleep before transporting her to the forest.

They were expecting a tantrum. The soldiers prepared stun guns, flash bangs, anything that could assault her heightened senses. Professor Clayton personally stitched the taser cuffs on her ankle. Something John had spent a great deal of time debating against. He was overruled. Lisette took their superior's side. In the end, the shock collar was necessary.

"I think she's getting through to you," Lisette teased.

"Oh shut up. I was trying to meet her halfway." The image in their cameras are somehow better. Some were blank, filled with static courtesy of Fenrir's rampage. But the few that left thrived, vivid contrasts and colours detailing her figure among the half-eaten animal. Alien techs are on another level. "She was taught to expect cruelty from us. We can't reform her if we proved her right."

"I think that's unfair. She'd done bad things, just because she was radicalized to do so doesn't mean she's exempt from punishment."

John leaned on his chair, "But we're not judges. We're scientists. We should refrain from any cruelty unless it's sanctioned by the State."

"Yeah, right." The speakers blared with a distorted buzz of a helicopter. They were silent as it lands at the edge of the forest. Lisette went on, "so you've already told the King you'll stitch Fenrir's wound without anesthetic?"

"You're missing the point."

"What is it then? Don't get me wrong, I think she deserves it. She was a terrorist. But I won't delude myself that they'll bring her to court. No, the way this goes is she'll work for us and be given an honorary medal when all of our testing eventually gives her brain damage."

Lisette leaned closer to the screen. Her expression unreadable. Professor and his soldiers had found Fenrir. She haven't moved from her position. Still kneeling, dirty blonde hair matted with blood. They practically jumped at her. Seizing the shoulders, heaving her up, and kicking her in the legs to disturb her balance. Two men at the side, another sticking a gun on the back of her head. Professor Clayton kept his distance, the switch for the taser cuffs firmly in his pocket.

She glanced at John. The silence of the room grows opressive. He leaned to his microphone, eyes still intently looking at the screen. Fenrir let her feet dragged against the ground. Her head hung low, eyes half-lidded. Not looking at anything at particular. Quiet.

That period of trepidation passes. Fenrir doesn't fight, doesn't even squirm as they put the earmuffs and blindfold on her. She arrives, her knees buckling and fall on the floor. The strength had gone out of her.

First test passed with flying colors. The trigger serum worked. They didn't have to kept her half-dead to maintain her beast form. But the devil is in the details, how much does she have to lose? It was John's assignment to figure it out.

On first glance, Fenrir seemed to have crossed that line. John could smell death from her. Her entire body is covered in dried blood, yet she didn't seem bothered. She stared at the desk, gripping the towel they gave and picking at the threads.

"Fenrir."

"My name is Avis."

John kneeled in front of her, taking the towel. She was shivering, and her fingers were shaking in a way that suggest it was more than the cold. He wrapped the bloodied cloth around her shoulders.

"You're supposed to cover yourself like this," John brings the ends of the towel to her two hands. He hold her clasped arms, gently pulling it so the fabric would cover more of her body.

"I know that," Fenrir absently murmured.

Looking closer, it was a grisly sight. Blood runs from her gums. Pieces of the camera were stuck under her long nails. Dust and dirt were sticking under the coat of dried blood. The shock bracelet was still there.

"I was going to give you a few test before we took you to the infirmary again but maybe you need medical help and a shower first. How's that?"

She looked at him. The hateful stare was still there. "Do you think this is justified?"

"We needed to test your power. Your blood could save millions, only if we know what to do with it."

Fenrir burst into a laugh, "Making me ate two dogs alive could save people?!"

"Fenrir—"

"Don't call me that!" She stood, still taller from the transformation. Her eyes were burning from tears she's desperately holding back. Her stomach hurts. The smell of her body made her sick. Even more disgusting when it reminds her of what she'd done. "I'm not fucking stupid. I'm going to be a warbeast and the only thing I'll save is the Empire's stolen property!"

"Sit down. Please. Let's get you a bath and we'll talk this out, alright?"

Fenrir took a step back. John wished they bother to bring in her handcuffs, if only for his piece of mind. "How could you see me out there and think this is okay?"

"You're right. It's not okay."

It's justified. But John was at lost for words. He nodded, "I know you're in distress. I hear you. Let me help."

"Then leave!" Fenrir yelled. "Acknowledge for once that this entire operation is senseless violence!"

John throw his testing papers on to the desk. His voice grew cold, "You're a hypocrite. You burned houses, destroyed machines, terrorize my friend's families. How could you do all of that and think this is bad?"

"You didn't know, no, you refuse to see the destruction and terror they've caused. And when it became too big for you to ignore, you're going to pretend they've hid it from you all this time or you've got no choice but to follow their orders."

Fenrir reached for the papers, and for the next thing they both now was that her screamed reverbrate through the room. She was on the floor. Seizing. Her limbs jerked, hitting the nearby table. Blood runs from her ankles, and John looked at the door to find his mentor leaning against the frame with the remote.

"Get her a bath, John."

He nodded. She was too weak to fight him off. Little aftershocks plagued her body even as he helped her sit.

"Come on, we should go."

"No, wait." Fenrir hold the leg of the desk in a vice grip. She kept her mouth tightly shut, and there's a bit a green around the outlines of her face. She felt her cheeks burning. Saliva pooling in her mouth. John shook her shoulders. The movement was a straw that broke the camel's back.

She gagged, heaving out a gush of acid and pre-digested flesh. The chunks of meat triggered another bout of vomiting. Each wave of nausea more stronger than the last.

"It's alright," John said, rubbing her back, "Let it out. You'll feel better."

Soon enough, her stomach was empty. She was nodding off, her eyes glassy with tears. John the only thing keeping her from slumping down on her own sick.

"You're a monster," Fenrir muttered.

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I can't remember the last time I made a Sanders Sides related post, so I figured...

Sanders Sides BEETLEJUICE AU Story!!!

Major, major MAJOR TW for drowning, death suicide, smoking, and a lot of other mature things that would/will make people very uncomfortable. Tread these waters carefully, because LIKE HELL, I'M HOLDING BACK, this is Tim Burton stuff we're dealing with, after all😈.

All of this is TV perspective too, just to clarify. Amd any time I say Thomas, I mean Character!Thomas, not Thomas himself.

Btw, Thomas, if you find this, somehow, I'm sorry, please take care of yourself, and Sorry again, this AU is just gold, especially with who Beetlejuice is!🙏🙏🙏🙏

We start off on a slow pan in on a house in a field, somewhere, but see a large spider approach for size subversion.

Cut to Thomas in the kitchen, cleaning up lunch and looking at a wedding picture between him and his sweetheart, Patton Sanders, formerly Patton Hart, smiling at it; it's been a year since their marriage and Thomas is more than happy to have the goofball in his life.

Speaking of the goofball, we and Thomas hear a shriek from the upper level and Patton yell, "THOMAS!!"

Cut to Patton, who's standing on a cloth covered chair in the attic and screaming his lungs out. Thomas rushes in and asks what happened, and Patton points to the model town he's been making, where the spider from before is crawling around.

Thomas sighs and shakes his head as he picks up the spider and helps it outside, so it can be free.

Patton thanks him for the help, because he was way too scared to get it; spider bites hurt, you know?

Thomas tells him not to worry about it (and to get down, so he doesn't fall and die😈) and notices the model town, saying it looks incredible.

Patton hops down and chalks it up to mere spare plastic, paint, space, and time.

You guys are going to kill me, but I'm altering Patton's appearance for this, so Thomas and Patton aren't identical. Patton is shorter and HEAPS thinner than Thomas, which is odd because he bakes a lot(hmmmm?), his hair is blonder, like dirty blond, his eyes are bigger, and his glasses don't help that because the prescription is THAT high.

ALL the sides are getting altered and I'll be using Thomas as a template. I will also be changing Virgil's age. You'll have to use your imaginations for this. If anyone can or has time to draw them, please do, feel free, because I am not confident or brave enough to share my own art🙏.

Back on track, Thomas is still impressed and shows that he has a surprise for Patton: a box of quick drying clay and tools.

Patton has a surprise for Thomas as well: a bracelet that holds an old friendship bracelet Patton made years ago.

Thomas, very happy, holds out his wrist and tells Patton to put it on, because Thomas can't.

Patton obliges and falls for Thomas's trap!

When he's done, Thomas brings hands up to hold Patton's cheeks, smiling and sighing that it's just the two of them, alone, in their house, for a while, and Thomas can't even DREAM of a better person to spend it with.

The two kiss for a while and move to the chair Patton was standing on earlier. Through the kiss, Patton wonders how much time they have off, because they have jobs(Thomas does interior decorating and Patton owns and arts and crafts shop and bakery) and Thomas pulls Patton on his lap and says, very romantically, that they have all the time in the world, before going to his neck. Patton remarks that a month is not all the time, but he's happy with it, all the same.

They smile at each other and return to kissing, but get interrupted by a knock on the door.

We get the two both scowling as the door is knocked on mire and the bellrings, Patton leaning forward until he's resting on Thomas's shoulder.

Thomas asks if Patton called anyone or got A call from anyone that said they were visiting. Patton sighs that he blocked A LOT of numbers, but wouldn't be surprised if they still got a visitor, knowing his brother.

They get up, sadly, and start towards the main floor, Patton standing still and holding Thomas's hand as he heads to the stairs. Thomas, seeing the VERY uncomfortable look on Patton's face, compromises that if Patton comes with and stays for a second, they can do ehatever he wants for the rest of the day. Patton objects that Thomas KNOWS what his brother's like, calling him insane on accident, but Thomas cups his face again and croons that they'll just let him in, let him stay for five minutes, and then make him leave. Hell, Thomas will even say there's a mouse to get him out the door.

Patton takes a breath and nods, agreeing, AS LONG AS THEY DO WHAT HE SAYS FOR THE REST OF THE DAY, a point he eccentuates by first pointing at Thomas and getting a little tease-y at the end, "for the rest of the day."

Thomas agrees, hands down, and they leave.

Cut to Thomas opening the door to and then being pushed aside by Derek Hart, who embraces a tense Patton and calling him Patty while Patton calls him Dice, which I will be referring to him as. He's the same height as Thomas, but half his hair is white while the other is black and his eyebrows are dyed red. He's got clear skin, a literal million dollar outfit complete with real fur, leather, and GOLD, earrings, and is fit as a fiddle.

Dice pulls Patton away and asks why he hasn't been answering his calls and texts, because he's worried and found a couple who's looking for a house, which Thomas and Patton have, one fit for parents and a child or children, which Thomas and Patton are not and do not have.

Patton hugs himself and says it's none of his brother's business, but Dice turns his attention to Thomas, complimenting his figure before warning him to be careful, "Or you might end up like Patton-Cake from Highschool, if you know what I mean."

Patton gasps at his brother and Thomas warns him to stop, Dice holding up his hands and saying he's just being honest, and the truth hurts, so they should suck it up.

Patton snaps and tearfully asks why Dice is there, because if all he's going to do is judge and make fun of him, then he can just leave; he married and moved away with Thomas for a reason.

Dice, a little wounded, tells Patton he hadn't heard from him in over two months and wanted to make sure he was still alive, even saying that he also came to say congratulations on his business and improved figure.

Patton's eyes well over woth tears as he points to the door, unable to tell his brother to leave.

Before Dice can try fixing this disaster, Thomas tells him to take whatever he says outside, which they do, Thomas giving Patton a reassuring smile and nod as they go outside.

Outside, a few feet in front of the house, Thomas chastises Dice for his comments and his behavior towards Patton, especially considering how much emotional pain he had been put through.

Dice apologizes again, though claims the Patton-Cake zinger was one of his best. Thomas glares at him, and Dice snarks, "I work in the fashion industry, bitch. Don't dish it, if you can't take it."

Thomas counters that Patton is family, and fashion should stay out of that.

Dice rolls his eyes, but admits he was being serious. The house Thomas and Patton just bought caught the interest of a couple in the Big Apple. Thomas, out of curiosity, asks who. Dice rolls his eyes and practically spits that it's some artist, painter, sculptor, actor, model, song-and-dance, big bloused, loud mouth, messy, dollar store makeup monstrosity of a man, asking if Thomas has heard of the piece called, 'Rain Like Blood; Stars like rubies.'

He has, and so has Patton, who observant viewers can catch rising in the window to follow along with the conversation.

Dice reveals that THAT'S who's interested, and no one ever tells him, 'no,' because he's a BIG name. Thomas asks if he's bigger than Dice, and Dice snaps that he's not an artist, he doesn't want to mess up his fingers or touch all that nasty stuff that Patton can stand, for some reason(Patton slinks out of the window, for keen eyed viewers), but knows that the sky is made up of stars and rain is water, nit a bunch of tiny, acrylic resin birds dyed red.

Thomas inwardly remarks that art is subjective and gives a slight, "Hm," and states he will have to take pride in breaking another world record: the first is being the happiest man alive, being married to Patton, and the second is being the first to say, 'no' to this jack of trades.

Dice argues that Thomas doesn't get how much thjs guy wants the house, and Thomas puts his foot down; he and Patton just settled in, amd finally got some time together, so no means no. Dice points out they've only had the house for a year, but Thomas doesn't change his mind.

With a sigh, Dice tells Thomas to be ready for a fight, and to take care of Patton.

Thomas agrees and Dice leaves, Thomas turning to the window, seeing Patton peak out at him and give him puppy eyes as he holds up the car keys.

Cut to the couple in the car, Thomas driving because Patton is trying to leisure with a thin hand towel and a hat over his head, kitty cat sunglasses, and hydro-flask filled with a mix of apple juice and cranberry juice he's holding like a wine glass.

Thomas fights laughter and admits he can see the resemblance between him and Dice. Patton holds up a winter gloved hand and states he is five times the man his brother is, at least. Thomas asks why, and Patton annouces it's because his job ACTUALLY makes him happy and part of his job is to make Thomas happy and be in love.

They hold hands and drive toward Patton's shop, to pick up some paint, and we see a dog and cat run by.

Thomas stops in the parking lot, and Patton races in really fast and returns, squealing because he also picked up a magazine with Million dollar man himself on the cover, stage name Cardinal Rose as he hangs in spanish webs/silks, the cloth hiding his pelvis and chest as he seemingly flys/hovers in the night sky, red sparkles surrounding him amd giving him an ethereal look.

The two are both head over heels, but Thomas jokingly asks if he needs to worry about Patton leaving for the guy as they drive home.

Patton disagrees, because the guy's married to a novelist, and admits he won't even be dreaming of it because if he wanted the house, he should've bough it before they did.

Thomas smirks at this assertiveness Patton has with him, but that IMMEDIATELY turns to panic as he spots the dog from earlier and swerves, the car stopping and balancing on the edge of a bridge.

Patton and Thomas both freeze, not wanting to shift the balance and make the car fall. Patton holds Thomas's hand for dear life, staring at him as Thomas, trying to remain calm, reassures him that they will be okay. Patton nods, but they will not be okay because that damn dog finds the cat again and chases it, the dog running so fast it bumps into the car(golden retriever).

We see the car fall and hit the water before sinking downward. Inside, Thomas and Patton trying everything to get out, kicking the windows, forcing open the doors, simply OPENING the windows, but nothing works. The water rises until it reaches the roof of the car. Patton punches the hood and bangs on the windows before unwisely screaming, airbubbles leaving his mouth, and the sound bridging with the score.

Cut to the house, where a fire is lit, see, from inside the house, Thomas open the door with Patton on his back, a visual gag following with Patton holding the paints he got. Both of them are SOAKED and ice cold, Patton clinging to Thomas for warmth.

Thomas shuts the door and tells Patton the rides over, and also apologizes for getting them wet, but Patton only slides off him and tells Thomas to remind him to NEVER go swimming in the early days of spring.

They see the fire, but where Thomas questions who lit it, Patton races toward it and warms up, holding his hands out, though Thomas warns him not to get too close or he'll burn himself.

He gets a surprise when Patton reveals his hand, his fingers alight like candles. He quickly blows them out, don't worry.

Both are unnerved, but Patton tries to think nothing of it. Thomas only continues down this rabbit whole and realizes how dark it is outside. Patton states they WALKED home, so of course it's dark out, but Thomas asks if Patton REMEMBERS tbe walk home, because he sure as hell doesn't.

Patton nods and then wonders what's outside, if neither remember walking home. With a slight stare-off, Patton books it for the door, Thomas behind him. Too bad he's not fast enough to stop Patton from ripping the door open and leaving.

He ends up falling intoa world of sand and weird space stuff, and only realizes where he is when he sees rings in the distance. This isn't Saturn, but one of the moons.

Thomas screams for Patton, and Patton runs clumsily through the sand, shouting back.

In the distance, he sees something dive in the sand like a dolphin in water before he's pulled back to his house by a shaking, fretful Thomas, who asks what he was thinking and reveals he's been gone for 2 hours. Patton's confused, but Thomas has something INSANE to show him.

They rush to the bathroom, Thomas picking up a paperweight as he does, and find they cannot see each other's reflections.

That's also when Patton spots a book in the living room, a, "Handbook For The Recently Diseased."

"Deceased," Thomas corrects.

They stare at the book and then each other, think through what happened with the fireplace, mirror, and Patton leaving, and make a sickening discovery.

"T... Thomas?"

"Patton, I don't think we made it out of that crash."

We zoom in on Patton's face and cut to the moonlit River, where we get a look inside the car, which is upside down and completely submerged, and see Thomas and Patton, unmoving and still against the car roof. At least until the car is pulled out by police oficers and a tow truck.

Cut to a candlelit room as we pan over to/zoom in on a man in a chair. We see his room is a mess and littered with scraps of 'food' and clothes. We don't see his face(yet), but we see, from behind, that he's sitting in one of those big armchairs and reading a newspaper. He muses at the newly weds turned newly deads, and wishes them well, beforelaughing his giddy ass off.

Cut back to Patton and Thomas as they sit side by side against their bed.

Neither have spoken in a little while, but only remain silent, because they don't want to bring up the elephant in the room; it's been a week since the accident.

Patton, instead, admits that he saw Saturn, or maybe one of the moons, and Thomas asks how it was.

It was really boring. Nothing but sand and a monster underneath. It did remind him of Arizona, Patton asking if Thomas remembers Arizona.

He does; College was really fun.

Patton agrees, and sighs that College was fun, but it was ten times better with Thomas.

They hug, and Thomas wonders what they should do, now that they really DO have all the time in the world.

Patton hums, but stops when they hear a car pull up and look out the window.

It's Dice, wearing all black and holding a bouquet of flowers.

Patton calls out to him, just to see if he's dead.

Dice doesn't respond, because he can't hear him, and places the flowers down on the front porch, apologizing as he sobs, apologizing for everything, and not being a good older brother.

Patton sees this and both cries and feels a little bit of bitterness rise in his chest; "It really took me DYING for you to say that?"

After a while, Dice leaves, Patton walking over to and hugging Thomas.

Thomas apologizes for all of this, but Patton remains silent, except to ask if he can read that handbook

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #character!thomas #patton sanders #ts patton #dice sanders #character death tw #drowning tw #body shaming tw #rude brother tw #emotional pain tw #beetlejuice au #i wonder who this million in one man is?😈