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dazeyeau · 6 months
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Shawn Levy, the byler warrior that you are 🫡
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explodcor · 7 months
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In the most deadpan delivery he could muster, Katsuki declared, "Oi. I'm straight as fuck."
"Don't I make a believable straight guy?"
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thealogie · 8 months
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Not johnlock winning at the last minute? He really woke up today and chose chaos
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fxllfaiiry · 1 year
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⋆ ˚。⋆୨ 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 ୧⋆ ˚。⋆
pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader
summary: the internet ships you with everyone expect your boyfriend. driver!reader
warnings: swearing. this is one is a little bit long 🫣
notes: requested ─ yes. don't think I'll be posting much this week as I'm pretty busy, but will definitely try to <33
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y/n.jpg we <3 cats in this house
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maxverstappen1 yes we do!!
usercloud finally some max and y/n content 😌
spookyszn I ship them, okay??
cottonsainz cat parents <33
verstappen_l/n I really hope they are together 😭
y/n.jpg added to their story !
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yourusername 📷🌱🍓
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user222 WHO IS THAT??
ynsmybeloved maybe it's esteban, he liked??
sainzchilli is that charles?
rain4life_ no, they aren't even friends lol
usergasly but it could be tho?? they used to be pretty close
onlyhereforher that's gasley for sure ✨
user88 who stole my wife's heart???
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charles_leclerc mine and only mine 💞
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yourusername jealous much 🙄
charles_leclerc yes :((
yourusername noo, baby I was only joking, I'm only yours, I promise
loverofmany wtf is happening rn?? 😭
comaicsainz so we all feel stupid right 🤡
landonorris stop being horny and jealous, jeez.
charles_leclerc um... no
carrots_mick charles woke up and chose violence 🥰
pierregasly I have seen too much 😭
yourusername maybe knock first then 👍
musicalhigh_ pierre has seen things ✨
thea178 *sips tea*
leclerc_sainz brb, gonna go take a nap on the highway 😘
catscars_ so they've been together for three years 😶... okay, bro, okay
omgshesinsane charles decided to give everyone a heart attack <3
tokiss_incars how much did charles pay y/n to date him?
jezohjez bro got more rizz than me
charleshair. _ why and how did some random red car guy steal my wife of 4 years??
norrisricciardo I hope charles knows he caused a lot of chaos today 🫠
starjones me after seeing this: throws my phone out the window
djatsonlyatm rue, when was this?
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spooky-bunnys · 10 months
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If it’s alright can I request part 2 for hamster Kisaki cause while on Pinterest I came across
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These two and maybe the reader goes to the pet store to buy mini tetta some food cause only the reader knows what food mini tetta eats and like with Kisaki he sees a hamster that stands out from he rest and maybe the hamster is on discount because he’s caused a lot of chaos
And maybe instead of getting jealous hanma enjoys the hamsters company despite Kisaki annoyance towards the two and still on going rivalry with hamster tetta
Oh absolutely! I so want that Hanma Hamster. Hope you Enjoy!
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It's been about a month since (Name) got his pet Hamster. He was just what (Name) needed. Although for some reason, since Mini Tetta joined (Name) in the penthouse. Big Tetta has been coming home more often. (Name) sweat-drops but the Tetta's don't get along.
Like when Big Tetta says he's gonna stay at the office, instead of coming home. (Name) will let Mini Tetta sleep on his pillow with him, but when (Name) woke up the next morning. Big Tetta had put Mini Tetta back into his cage. Then they'll glare and "argue" for almost an hour.
(Name) was happy to have Mini Tetta. Everyone could see that. (Name) just wishes Shuji would stop egging on the fights. Or even worse, Shuji will start the fights. Mostly by sending Big Tetta pictures of (Name) and Mini Tetta.
(Name) decided to go out today. Since Mini Tetta needed more Hamster food. So (Name) had asked Shuji to dropped him off at the pet store, since Shuji had business in town anyways. As (Name) entered the store, Mini Tetta had chose this time to want cuddles.
The small Hamster climbed from his hair, and down his arm. (Name) chuckled, patted his head, gave him some kisses, and then put him on his shoulder. While (Name) was looking through the Hamster food, he felt Mini Tetta tug at his hair. (Name) turned confused until he noticed something.
There was a Hamster on Sale. Now (Name) didn't know they could put sales on pets. But (Name) felt sad, seeing how everyone was avoiding the poor thing. So (Name) decided to see what was so bad about the Hamster.
As he got closer to the tank, the Hamster got closer to the glass. When (Name) had reached it, the little Hamster just smiled. (Name) stared at the Hamster. He knew that smile. He's seen it everyday for almost 13 years. (Name) smiled brightly and looked at Mini Tetta.
Who looked so annoyed, but (Name) could see in his eyes. Mini Tetta was actually glad to see the other Hamster. So after grabbing more food, and a few more toys. (Name) bought the second Hamster.
He put Mini Tetta in the carrier with him and made his way outside. Where he could already see Shuji, leaning against the car. When (Name) got to the car, Shuji didn't pay attention to what he had. Just opened and shut the door for him.
He didn't notice until the newcomer until, they go to the penthouse. Or more exactly, when (Name) came out of the bedroom, with both Hamsters in his hair. When he sat down on the couch and opened his book, the Hamsters both decided, they wanted attention.
So (Name) was petting both Hamsters, gave both of them kisses, and gave them head rubs. Shuji who had just walked out of the kitchen froze. Then he raced to the couch, and picked up the new Hamster.
(Name) startled almost dropped Mini Tetta. "Shuji!" The male just grinned. "(Name)~ I knew you loved me!" (Name) just chuckled and shook his head. "Oh I sure do Shuji~" (Name) carefully took the Hamster back and glares playfully.
"Now you leave Mini Shuji alone." The male brightened up instantly. "Aww~ your so sweet to me." (Name) just shook his head again and chuckled. "I'm honestly just wondering how Tetta will react." Shuji laughed.
"Oh he's gonna hate him." He was correct. When Big Tetta came come home, he was expecting (Name) and his Hamster self. Not (Name), his Hamster self, Hanma, and a Mini Hanma.
"Oh hell no." Shuji laughed loudly. "Oh hell yes!" (Name) had both Hamsters laying on his chest, both just snuggling against him. Making the male smile softly and rubbed the two Hamsters.
"I already fight my miniature self for his attention. Now I have to fit a miniature you!" Tetta yelled pointing at the now wheezing Shuji, was practically rolling on the floor. (Name) smiles brightly. "Don't worry babe! You don't have to fight them for my attention."
The male smiled, until (Name) continued. "Since you always complain about me being clingy, and how you hide from me at the office." A glare was thrown at the laughing man on the floor. "I'll just spend my time with Mini Tetta and Mini Shuji!"
Is he could, Kisaki would've shot both Hamsters right then and there.
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aries-online · 2 years
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hii!!! im kinda new to requesting but if this makes you uncomfortable u can just ignore it but, may I request u sleeping next to them when suddenly your phone blows up with dumb messages from the first year group and they read it?
also dont know how many im allowes to request,, but floyd n leona would be nice ty
First year groupchat blows up while your napping with your S/O
Characters: Floyd, Leona
A/N:hello! I loved doing your request, so thank you forr sending it in! For future reference, you can request up to eight characters at a time(some exceptions can be made)! Hope you enjoy!
You finally got the once in a lifetime chance for a few hours of alone time with your S/O. Taking the chance you had, you chose to spend the time relaxing with them, ending up falling asleep next to them. Yet, good things can never stay good for long with your friends, who somehow seemed to get themselves into some wild predicament once again. 
Floyd
Floyd isn’t a very heavy sleeper
So when your phone started to blow up
Your first year friends had somehow gotten chased around by their respective dormheads
They all had managed to get away into an unlocked classroom
And they were frantically messaging you
Ace and deuce accidentally destroyed several rose bushes and somehow ropped Jack,Sebek and Epel into it as well
If you weren’t sleeping, you might have found it funny how much trouble they got into
But you weren’t
Floyd, who had been sleeping next to you, was rudely awoken by the pinging from your phone.
To say he was annoyed was an understatement
He knew he had to open your phone to turn off notifications
But when he did, he found it kinda funny
Your friends were playing hide and seek with the dorm heads
Oh how tragic it would be if he tipped them off to your location
Snickering to himself, he sent an ominous smiley face into your groupchat with the first years 
Then he sent a text to riddle, making sure he knew it was from him, not you
After that, he shut your notifications off and fell back asleep.
In the morning, he woke up to your laughter
You had read over your friends panicked messages after Floyd sent that smiley face
Through laughter, you told him what he did was pretty funny
But that if you’d probably keep your notifications off on sleepover nights after this
Leona
Something you did like clockwork was skip every friday with leona
It was a good excuse for the two of you to cuddle
Usually leona was a pretty heavy sleeper
But for some reason, today he couldn’t sleep
Instead he chose to just watch you sleep, curled up next to him
He liked watching you sleep
As creepy as it sounds
Your phone pingging a few times every minute seemed to snap him out of his daze
You told him your phone passing in conversation once to him
So he unlocked your phone and found the source of your notifications
The first years
Leona didn’t fully understand why you hung out with them, but he didn’t really care either
So he began scrolling through the messages.
At first, it began with just Ace and Deuce swapping strange memes 
Then epel joined in
And soon after, sebek began to yell at them for disturbing his lesson
It devolved into chaos shortly after
It amused leona, enough for him to chuckle
The vibrations of the laughter caused you to stir
“Your friends are strange, herbivore”
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fics4you · 2 months
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I love Psych. I just finished rewatching the entire show. Maybe you could do something where Juliet and Gus for whatever reason are absent, so Lassiter has to deal with a sick Shawn while working a case.
You can choose type of sickness and whatnot, although I'd let ke some snz
Sickie: Shawn
Caretaker: Lassie
(Because Psych is in fact a crime show, there is some mention of blood, death, crime, ect. I also think I should get some credit for coming up with the whole plot of this fic)
Also a warning for a few mentions of nausea
Shawn loved to cause chaos, that was a well known fact. Everybody knew that, especially his coworkers, so it came as a surprise when he had been unnaturally quiet. Gus questioned him about it while they were driving home. Shawn shrugged, "I'm just tired today" Gus raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Don't forget I have to go to my real job tomorrow." Gus said, Shawn didn't respond, Gus glanced over at his friend and saw his eyes were glossed over, "hhh- EkTchu hh-KtCHu hh-eh- ktchu"
"bless you" Gus said, Shawn shook his head and cleared his throat. "thanks. What were you saying?" Gus knew Shawn was trying to distract him, but didn't want to embarrass him. "I have my real job tomorrow" Shawn groaned, "and Jules has the day off tomorrow so I'll be stuck with Lassie." Shawn sounded more upset about that than he should have, he usually loved torturing the head detective, so Gus was concerned.
Gus was snapped out of his thoughts when Shawn sneezed loudly, Gus glanced over at his friend, he didn't bother blessing his friend yet, waiting until the next two sneezes came. "Hh- kTchU ehh-KTChU"
"bless you. You alright man?" Gus asked, feeling concerned about his best friend. "Yeah I'm good" Shawn said, he cleared his throat right after. "You don't sound too good. You feeling ok?" Gus asked, concern for his friend rising, "im fine" Shawn said, a note of finality is his tone, Gus rolled his eyes, know how stubborn his friend could be, "am I dropping you off back at your house?"
"yes" Shawn said, "ok" Gus drove his friend back home, "I'll see you after I get off work tomorrow, be careful, stay safe. Don't go to work if you still feel sick tomorrow"
"i-"
"Shawn I've known you forever, I know you're sick. You can't lie to me." Shawn was embarrassed but didn't grace his friend with a response, "get some rest. Let me know how you feel tomorrow" Shawn nodded.
The next morning when Shawn woke up he knew he was anything but fine. He knew he was 100% sick, but being his typical stubborn self, he got out of bed and got dressed, noticing only as he left his shirt was on backwards. He fixed it as he left, chosing to ignore that he hadn't eaten anything yet.
When he arrived at the station he could barely breathe through his nose and his throat was dry and scratchy. He got inside and nearly ran into Lassie, "watch it Spencer." Lassie said, his tone crisp and sharp, "sorry" Shawn said, Lassie was thrown off by Shawn apologizing. "What do we have today?" Shawn asked, Lassie noticed Shawn's voice sounded, but didn't question it. "We have a case, a teenager was found dead in a locker at the local highschool, he was a popular kid that was well liked and a good kid, good grades, loved by everyone, good family, lots of friends-"
"hehh-KtchHu hh-KtcHUh hh-KtcHUh!"
"he was captain of the football team-"
"wow, no bless you?" Shawn said in a mocking exasperated voice, Lassie rolled eyes, and ignored the psychic detective. "An all around good kid, we will be heading to the school" Lassie rolled his eyes, "I can't believe I got stuck with you" Shawn ignored Lassie, "let's go" Shawn said, not really wanting to engage in talking, he didn't feel well, he was tired, he was missing having Gus, he just wanted to get home.
Lassie thought that Shawn was acting weird but didn't really feel like dealing with it. The two headed to Lassie's car, Shawn stopped for a second to duck into the bathroom to get tissues, he was grateful that Lassie didn't notice as he didn't feel like explaining.
The two arrived at the school, and Shawn found himself fighting a gag as they went inside, the school smelled disgusting, which made sense with the whole dead body. Shawn swallowed down bile, "how long was he dead before they found him?"
"I'm not sure. We'll find that out." Lassie glanced over at the psychic, "you alright Spencer?" Shawn looked miserable, "yeah, let's get to it" Shawn said, quickly pushing past the head detective. The closer they got to the crime scene the worse the smell got. Sean thought he was going to actually throw up. Once they arrived a teenage girl ran up to the two of them, years streaming down her face. "Please help! My boyfriend, he's dead" she dropped to the ground sobbing. Lassie cast a disgusted look at the disgruntled teenage girl, "can we get her out of here?" Lassie asked, "no, keep her" Shawn said, despite being sick, his instincts weren't totally gone, and he wanted to question the girl. Lassie glared at Shawn, Shawn stepped closer to the crime scene tape, the girl followed at his heels, Lassie came behind them, they went over to the boy, "when was he found?" An adult, whom Shawn suspected to be a teacher, was standing nearby, "this young lady found him, it's his girlfriend so she had his locker combination, and people were commenting on the smell so she said that she would check it. This was this morning."
"when did the smell start?" Lassie asked taking his pen out.
"it was noticeable for the first time today" The girl said. "Did- hh- hetTcHu ehh-KTChU hkTCHu-
"bless you"
"thank you, did anyone else have his locker combo?"
"no" the girl said, despite her emotion, she had a note of pride in her voice, "just me. Because he loves me"
"ok, can my partner and I have a moment to di-hh-ihsc- ukTcHu ehhkTCHu ehh-ktchu- snf- my partner and I need a moment to discuss" Shawn said, the teacher took the girl and they left the area, "csn you pull yourself together Spencer? What is wrong with you?" Lassie said, his voice sharp, "hey, despite everything I have a lead" Lassie tried to not look impressed, "explain."
"think about it, the body started smelling today, but there's no way that a body that decayed only started smelling today, which me-hh-hetChu- EkTchu hh-KtCHu- means that the body was put in there last night, and this about what the girl said, she's the only one that knew his code. I bet if he looked at the se-eh- snf- security tapes it would show her." Shawn's voice trailed off at the end, and he brought his elbow up to his face, "hh-KtCHu- hehh-KtchHu hh-KtcHUh ehh-tTchU hktChU ehh-KTChU"
"bless you" Lassie said, trying not to show he was actually someone concerned about Shawn. "Sorry" Shawn said, he coughed into his elbow, "Shawn... Are you sick?"
"maybe a little" Lassie rolled his eyes, "why did you come in today?"
"I get bored. And Gus had to work today. And look, I figured it out, so I'm not useless."
"it's not about how useless or useful you are, it's about the fact that you're sick you idiot." Shawn was confused, he didn't understand why Lassie even cared, "anyways, let's look at those security cameras," Shawn said, he started walking away, "do you even know where you're going?"
"Nope!" Shawn said, he began wandering around aimlessly. Lassie rolled his eyes, but somehow still ended up following Shawn. They ended up at an office door labeled principal "how-?"
"psychic" Shawn said simply, when in reality it was just a very lucky guess. Lassie knocked on the closed door, a woman opened it, "hello, we are with the Santa Barbara police department. We are investigating the death of Liam Jones. We're here to watch some security cameras"
"oh thank you for coming. My secretary said she had met you, yes, come in."
"can we see the tapes from last night?"
"last night? The principal looked confused, "but he couldn't have smelled that and after only a few hours?... Right?" The principal said softly, but she pulled the tapes up from the night before, and sure enough at around 1 AM a window opened and the girl came in, dragging a large bag with her. The principal gasped, she fell backwards into the chair, "that's Meghan! His girlfriend! What... Let me get her in here"
"not yet, let's finish watching them first." The principal was shaking, but that wasn't what worried Lassie, as Shawn was shaking almost as much as the principal was, the detective was holding his leather jacket closed with one hand, the other one was held against his nose, but his eyes were focused on the screen. Lassie wouldn't admit it out loud, but he was impressed by the dedication of the psychic.
Shawn's eyes never left the screen he wanted to make sure he didn't miss anything. He needed to sneeze so bad, but even blinking could be detrimental to the case. So he kept his hand beneath his nose and his eyes on the screen. They watched as the petite girl displayed concerning strength as she shoved the corpse into the locker, Shawn was somewhat impressed at her strengths but he also knew that adrenaline is one heck of a drug. She had a crazed look in her eyes that Shawn recognized as obsession, "let's bring her in" Lassie said as the tape fizzled out as she climbed back out the same window. Shawn was grateful for the distraction, he pulled a tissue out of his pocket, "hh-KtCHu- ehh-ktchu hhktchu"
"bless you" Lassie said, Shawn waved him off with one hand, while his other hand held a tissue as he tended to his nose. The principal paged the young girl to the office, and the second she walked in the door Shawn noticed that the smell of rotted flesh followed her, and he noticed bruises on her hands that could have come from the ropes of the bag, the girl had a sickly look on her face, Shawn guessed the weight of what she'd done was starting to set in. Lassie sent the principal out and then turned to the girl, "Come take a seat" Lassie said, the girl sat on the chair, "Miss Megan I have a few questions for you"
"yes?"
"why were you dragging your boyfriend's corpse into the school last night?" Her eyes widened and she burst into tears, "It's not my fault! I had to find somewhere to put him and I thought that no one would notice."
"Why-"
"I didn't even notice the smell, I guess I was used to it."
"how long ago-"
"he's been dead for a few weeks. But everyone thought he was at a college for a competition, because I posed as his mom and sent an email to the teacher"
"Megan, why did you kill him?"
"he- i- it was an accident I promise." The girl said, not even bothering to deny it. "I found out that he was going to break up with me, so I had seen something in a TV show that said that a girl drugged her boyfriend so he would become addicted to her" she sobbed "but I didn't know they meant drugs like nicotine, so I put an entire bottle of crushed up Tylenol in his coffee. And not only did it make him super sick, but apparently he was also allergic so his throat closed up and he couldn't throw up" she sobbed, Shawn and Lassie exchanged a glance "why didn't you tell anyone?"
"I didn't think anyone would find out it was me, I didn't mean to kill him. It was an accident." Shawn was thrown off, how stupid was this girl, that was bold coming from the guy who was at a crime scene with what could potentially be the flu. "Miss Megan Ross, you are unfortunately under arrest for the murder of Liam Jones" the girl started crying, "please stand up" Lassie said, the girl stood, she was sobbing uncontrollably, she didn't even try and fight them, "Come along" Lassie called the station for Chief to send a car to take the girl back to the station while they finished the legal documents. They also contacted the morgue and the girl's parents to meet them at the station.
Once things slowed down a bit and Shawn and Lassie were the only ones left, Lassie turned to the psychic, "do you want me to take you home before we do the paperwork?" Shawn was thrown off by the head detective's kindness, "no I'm okay" Shawn said, his voice had reached the point where it was so scratchy and so congested that he was nearly impossible to understand. "You sound horrible Spencer, "gee thanks Lassie" the detective rolled his eyes, "you know what I mean Shawn." Shawn was thrown off by the use of his real name, "I'm taking you home. You're sick as a dog"
"I'm f- hekTchuh heh-KTchU- ehh-ktchu fine"
"like hell you are Spencer we're leaving. You're going home and that's not a suggestion that's an order."
"technically I don't work for you so technically you can't order me to do anything"
"Spencer I will shoot you with a taser if I have to."
"that goes against protocol" Lassie rolled his eyes, "is it really so hard for you to accept that you're sick?"
"yes. I don't like to be fussed over. It's the only time I don't want or like attention" Shawn admitted, surprising both himself and Lassie, "well if you'd just go home you can be miserable in the comfort of your own home. And we won't bother you"
"fine" Shawn said, mostly because that sounded really nice and all he wanted was to be in his own bed in the comfort of his own home. Lassie and Shawn went out to the trooper, "honestly, I'm impressed how you not only solved that case so fast, but also while sick" Lassie admitted as they drove, "I had good motivation "
"which was?"
"I wanted to go home"
"fair enough." Lassie stopped in front of Shawn's home, "oh and Spencer, next time you're sick. Just don't come in"
"yes sir"
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foibles-fables · 9 months
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For the soft cozy fic prompt: Control, Jesse/Emily, 15-Bed warm. They need some cozy times with all the chaos they’ve been through
I wrote this weird stream-of-consciousness thing on the plane today--hope you enjoy!!
EDIT: Posted to AO3 today!
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Jesse’s nightmares are hazed in red. They come rushing in with a hollow fear that punches a swift and heavy-dense hole straight through her sternum.
Stars blown away, none left to guide her. Just emptiness, emptiness, emptiness, and a looking glass. It’s all a matter of perception. Glancing sidelong (never head-on, too much, recoil) presents an image—a face that matches hers by a measure of half, bare scalp and calm-frenzy scarlet eyes and a sharp smile that twists and twists as he stares her down.
The mirror is a poster. Peel it back and see the same. Their names are etched in concatenation with a designation that follows: P[6/7/6/7/6/7]. The numeral is not text but it compels, it vacillates. Like a seizure. Like a film projection, distorted.
This was by chance. This was by design. Two lives and two outcomes. Snap your fingers to transmute.
That's all it'll take.
And when Jesse opens her mouth to whisper, to scream, to bid it to stop, she’s drowned by a discordant babel of affirmation in voices that are all her own.
I want to listen. I want to dream. I want to smile. I want to hurt.
I don’t want to be.
There’s a soul-deep glimmer of warning behind her closed eyes—they snap open stinging as Jesse wakes with a start, wakes without a sound. Laid out flat on her back and soaked in cold shiver-sweat, she spins into substance from the periphery and inward, halting around the through-and-through void gaping at her chest. When she breathes it's shallow and ragged, uncontrolled, and all the air she takes won’t fill it in. Her hand aches. First finger feels bone-sore from the Service Weapon’s trigger. She chose this.
She chose this but it's not here. It's not here. Find something else to reach for.
Find it before they find you.
"Jesse?"
Her name, spoken on its own, sounds broken-off. Vestigial. One of two parts, half of the not-hers dream-name, left to exist on its own.
But her name is also a gentle and groggy question spoken by a husking voice that soothes. In comes a surge of context. Naked. Bare skin against scratchy linens, water stains on the ceiling, motes of dust floating with enviable aimlessness through curtain-cracked sunlight. The ring of an untouched bell chimes over crackling radio music.
One hand and a light-switch cord, three pulls—one hand holding another’s with purpose, fingers laced.
"Jesse."
Less of a question.
She scrapes up the capacity to turn her head and finds Emily lying beside her in the motel bed, watching, gaze drowsy but intent. Her blue eyes pale to silver in the slats of perpetual daylight strewn across bedding, across exposed skin. Emily's is as bare as her own. The sheets pool at her waist. No HRA—the Hiss haven’t touched this place and Polaris’s protection isn't needed.
Or maybe her protection has just—extended.
Jesse looks at Emily and considers this and her throat goes dry.
But she also breathes. Deep and satisfying.
"Hey," she croaks on the labored exhale, still finding her voice. "Sorry, did I—was I, uh, making noise?"
"A little." Emily touches her, hidden from view: a stroke of her thumb on the inside of Jesse's wrist. "Are you alright?"
What follows is a lie, but only just. "Yeah. Yeah, I—woke up and didn't know where I was, for a second."
The corners of Emily’s mouth quirk into a tiny smile, and Jesse knows what’s coming.
“To be fair,” she says, all eagerness, Head of Research minus the clipboard (she holds Jesse’s hand in a loose grip instead), “we don’t really know where we are. In dimensional euclidean terms, at least.”
The Oceanview Motel and Casino is a Place of Power in ways beyond the obvious and the obscure. A dreamscape that offers a moment of reprieve in transit. A liminal sanctuary for this new ritual they’re establishing when the shifting gets to them: visit together, share each other, be.
Jesse gets another breath. Her skin thrums with remembering and she wants to be closer—wants to reach and cling and bury her fingers to the knuckle in the roots of Emily’s short-cropped hair.
“Just kind of feels like Nevada to me,” she says instead, squinting against the sunlight while keeping her gaze fixed on Emily’s long lashes. Doesn’t want to know what she might see if she looks away.
“Could be.” Emily’s fingertips trace up to the curve of Jesse’s bicep. Dream-logic as physical contact. It’s calming in a way Jesse hasn’t let herself grow used to, but she’s trying. “We’ll learn. For now, though, it’s kind of exciting. That for all that we’ve seen, there’s still so much left to fathom.” Her grin broadens, brightens, cracking the corners of her eyes. Jesse’s pulse kick-starts, erratic. Polaris, knowing, resonates smugly, if smug is a thing extradimensional sentient frequencies can be. “Don’t you think?”
Emily has a way of seeing what’s there. All the rest falls away—all of the complications, all of the tangles, all of the clouded context.
And Emily has always seen Jesse. Chalk that up to synchronicity too.
“Yeah,” Jesse says, wanting to be a part of that so badly she aches. “Yeah.”
Emily’s smile softens. “You look so tired.” A palm, then, smoothing across Jesse’s neck, her cheek. A bodily tether in all of this liminality. “Turn over? We can stay here a little longer, if you’d like.”
There are no words and there is no lack of understanding. Jesse capitulates—turns on her side, facing away. Bed-warm and soft and so quiet, Emily moves closer to curl against her back. Her hand flattens against the valley between Jesse’s bare breasts. The space between Jesse’s shoulder blades feels like it was made for the press of Emily’s mouth.
Somehow Emily transcends her own limits. Fills empty spaces. Maybe that’s just another reason why Jesse was led here.
They both breathe with the rhythm of sleep. Jesse's empty hand splays out over Emily's.
Jesse chose and Jesse chooses. Over and over, she chooses.
Jesse wants to be.
Jesse is glad to be here.
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andyling · 1 year
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Heyyyyy so session 5 sure was a time SO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!
BOOGEYMAN 2 ELECTRIC BOOGALOO WITH TANGO OF THE TEK
Team Ties really woke up and chose violence this session
were they even trying to kill anyone? i think they just wanted chaos
TANGO BOOGEY TWICE IN A ROW HELL YEAH LET’S GO
TEAM BEST FLASHBACKS TEAM BEST FLASHBACKS 
soooo Team Bites hmmm, let’s see how long that lasts
Skizz I’m sorry, but Bdubs betrayed y’all before in Last Life and he sure as hell will do it again
EVERYONE STEALS THE MEAN GILLS’ SUGARCANE LMAO
I think the whole reason Team Ties blew up the bread bridge was because they had too much TNT and all of them are obsessed with blowing shit up
Like they didn’t go for anyone’s actual bases, they weren’t trying to destroy resources, and they weren’t trying to kill anyone
motherfuckers just wanted to make things go boom
AND I AM IN FULL SUPPORT OF THAT WOO GO TEAM TIES
Tango’s toaster PSA caught me so off guard WHO GAVE HIM THAT IDEA?!?!? WHY IS HE LIKE THIS?!?!?
the fact that Tango had already accepted that their tower was gonna get destroyed, mans may be insane but he’s fair that’s for sure
awwwwww them chanting MVP to Etho is so sweet
tango’s the server resident professional warden wrangler now
good to know Tango still remembers every person that’s wronged him
TANGO FINALLY GOT REVENGE ON BDUBS FOR LAST LIFE HAHAHAHA WOOOOOOO ABOUT FUCKING TIME!!!! >:D
also Tango getting an effective trap out of tnt minecarts is character development, good for him! :D
soooo does Tango have the most time out of everyone on the server now?
team bites did not last long askdghajsghkjadkdsak
Nosy Neighbors and Team Ties becoming allies is not something I expected to happen, but it is very welcomed
Team Ties are actually pretty great to have as allies as long as you don’t spite them, then honey you got a big storm coming
THE SATISFACTION I FELT WHEN TANGO BROUGHT UP LAST LIFE TO BDUBS IS IMMESURABLE HELL YEAH BABY REVENGE IS SWEET
Jimmy “sad boi” Solidarity everyone
Love how Jimmy spends most of Limited Life acting as though he’s in a Let’s Play series
mans is in the middle of a death game and he’s like “Alright gang, today we’re getting sheep!”
gotta love how the title for “most antagonistic team on the server” keeps bouncing between the Bad Bois and Team Ties 
Flower Husbands and their never-ending divorce
bye bye bad bois bread bridge
why is Joel specifically blaming Tango akjfjhdkasghkadjs
it’s hilarious how they’re all questioning why Team Ties blew up the bread bridge when the actual answer is probably “they like blowing things up”
no thoughts, head empty, just boom boom
WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT GRIAN’S ALLIANCE WITH SKIZZ THAT SEEMS LIKE IT SHOULD BE IMPORTANT IS IT STILL INTACT???
BRUH JIMMY IS SO EMOTIONALLY ATTACHED TO THAT FROG DO YOU HEAR HIS VOICE GODDAMN
awwww judge judy and executioner jumped to Jimmy that’s cute
PEARL NO
poor judge judy and executioner :(
Grian is so appalled at the carrot cake oh my gosh
GRIAN CALLING THE FROG CONFLICT A SIDE PLOT, THAT’S CANON
dude Grian is so done with everything 
the Bad Bois and the Clockers are family now, this family tree is wack
Scar you can’t call them Boomers when Bdubs was literally on a team called the Boomers on Hermitcraft with Impulse and Tango
AMAZING HOW THE BAD BOIS WENT INTO THE TIES BASE AND JOEL AND JIMMY HAD NO IDEA WHY
this is why we all think Grian’s gonna betray them
GRIAN’S SHEER PANIC WHEN GETTING ATTACKED BY THE ENDERMAN MY MAN WAS LOSING HIS MIND
everyone is so nonchalant about reds this season 
Zombiecleo watches her children make poor decisions for 40 minutes
Cleo packing snacks for Bdubs and Scar and then sending them to be supervised elsewhere is so funny
sending them to Etho was probably not a great idea though considering Team Ties need supervision themselves 
they don’t have any which is why they’re constantly going off the rails
LMAO CLEO OVERHEARD TEAM BITES ENTIRE CONVERSATION
I LOVE THE SUBTITLES THAT CLEO PUTS IN HER VIDEOS THEY’RE SO FUNNY
ooooooooh Bdubs is in troubleeeeee
it really does feel like he’s being scolded by his mother LMAO
Scar really decided to make up a whole ass holiday and not tell anyone else on the server except for his family and only to give them presents
BDUBS WHAT DO YOU MEAN ETHO STARTED SMOKING HELLO???
love how aware Cleo is of whatever the fuck is going on with Bdubs and Etho throughout the life series
THE ENDERMAN ARE REALLY GOING OFF THIS SESSION
honestly i think Cleo dislikes Team Ties because of Etho and Etho specifically, like she seems pretty chill with Tango
“if you’re gonna be an absent father could you at least be absent” GOES SO HARD HOLY SHIT CLEO GO OFF QUEEN
Bdubs is so close to being disowned by his family
CLEO AND SCAR KNOWING FULLY WELL THAT BDUBS IS ABOUT TO BE BOOGEY KILLED AND SAYING ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO HIM
whelp Team Bites is dead
THE AWKWARD FAMILY DINNER OH MY FUCKING GOD
“Bdubs, how was your day?” Etho asks fully aware that his teammate blew Bdubs up because of Boogey and a two season long grudge
“This episode is weirder than the one with the fever” IT REALLY IS
ETHO DIDN’T EVEN FLINCH WHEN BDUBS PLACED THAT TNT DOWN MANS JUST CARRYING ON AS IF NOTHING HAPPENED
“wth is this dynamic?” YOU TELL ME CLEO YOU’RE THE ONE PLAYING INTO IT DON’T ACT LIKE YOU AREN’T
mom and dad are fighting
WHY ARE THEY PLAYING CATCH WITH A TNT MINECART WHAT IS WRONG WITH THEM 
“sometimes children only learn the hard way” THEY NEVER LEARN
i don’t even think Etho was trying to kill them, all of them are just insane
this is the reason that skizzle didn’t go red first, THIS IS THE REASON
Etho is definitely losing the custody battle
CLEO’S PANIC UPON HEARING SCAR’S ABOUT TO GO RED
i’m getting flashbacks with “the red army rises” goddammit
what the fuck is wrong with Skizz
In conclusion, next session is gonna be WILD
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justiceforralvez · 1 year
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Making home
For the Criminal minds gift exchange.
@spencermyangel this one is for you :)
I hope you enjoy it
Ralvez, team as family and autistic Spencer with a cane up ahead
Warnings for a little internalised ableism, past addiction, and prison
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“Emily, it's 11:30 am what happened to ‘arriving first thing’?” Penelope admonished as she opened the door, fringe stuck to her forehead as she wiped away a little sweat, she was breathing heavily and instead of her usual colourful skirt and shoes combo, she was wearing combat boots. 
Emily looked at her in shock, thinking she’d never see the day Penelope would wear overalls, yet it looked like the occasion called for it. She donned a pair of loose fitting overalls, covered in layers of paint, the freshest layer still drying. Some of it had made it onto her hands and smeared on her face too, but Emily chose to not mention it.
Penelope noticed her shocked expression and answered the question before it was asked. “Morgan’s turned this place into a building site and he forbade me from wearing heels, and my clothes are far too nice to risk ruining this dump site.”
“Right makes sense, how do you feel?” Emily laughed, walking through the threshold of the door to see the chaos unfold.
“Like my soul has been ripped from me, but this isn’t about me, this is about Boy Wonder and Newbie. Which brings me back to my original question, what time do you call this?”
“Anything before midday on a Sunday is absolutely the first thing for me. I only woke up an hour ago.”
Garcia laughed at her, knowing Emily probably wasn’t going to offer much help today, but they needed all hands on deck to get the house sorted as quickly as possible.
“Prentiss, good evening, nice of you to join us.” Morgan smirked as he walked past them, carrying two long planks of wood over his shoulder, not having enough time to stop and chat.
“He’s in the zone,” Penelope whispered under her breath, causing the two to giggle. “And so was I. I need to get back to painting the guest bedroom. It better be nice since I’m planning on having lots of sleepovers in there,” She wiggled her eyebrows as she disappeared down the corridor, leaving Emily standing awkwardly- unsure of where best to be.
“Prentiss, thank you so much for coming!” Luke gratefully announced, also sweaty and out of breath as Penelope had been, but instead of being covered in paint, covered in a thin layer of sawdust. “I just came in for some water, it's getting hot out there, Morgan and I are just cutting some wood down, come see the back yard.”
He, again far too in the zone to be concerned with proper greeting, stalked back through the house to where Emily assumed was the backyard. The house, as Penelope had mentioned, was indeed a building site. Drop cloths covered most of the floor, which Spencer had mentioned were all hardwood and he would not be happy if any paint got on them. 
As much as Morgan had tried to avoid it, his tools ended up being strewn everywhere since people couldn’t put things back where they found them. A ladder was up in the centre of the sitting room, alongside wires and all sorts sticking out of the walls. 
Emily had seen this place based on the pictures Luke and Spencer had shown her and it was already wildly different.
Finally outside, she found most of the team. Morgan had set up a temporary work bench to be able to build whatever he was building, Luke assisting him. Hotch was out there too, under a gazebo to get away from the sweltering sun, painting what looked like a bunch of cabinet doors. He greeted her with a nod before returning to work.
Rossi was parked by the barbeque, making everyone burgers for lunch even though it was far too early and entirely unnecessary. He also had a pitcher of what he referred to as juice seeping next to him. Noone was fooled by that, though and they all knew it was sangria. At least Emily knew she wasn’t going to be the most useless person today.
She went over to say hi to him in solidarity, as he grinned at the large tote bag she was holding. Rossi didn’t need 50 years of profiling experience to know that the only thing Emily could possibly be bringing with her in a bag that size was a bottle of wine. She smirked in return but just as she was about to speak, she was interrupted by the piercing whirring noise of a chainsaw.
Over her shoulder, she saw Morgan, now with protective eye goggles and noise defenders cutting down those pieces of wood he was carrying earlier with a circle saw. Alongside that less than pleasant noise, Luke had now started hammering away at some of the already cut pieces, causing Emily to wince with the accumulation of all the noises at once.
When it briefly died down, she turned to Rossi to whisper, “I was just about to ask why Reid wasn’t out here but I guess that answers it.” 
“He went to set up the library a while ago,” Rossi replied sympathetically. He knew that sometimes all the noise and people in Spencer’s space could be a lot for him. It was his house, but no one blamed the doctor for taking his own space. 
“Right that’s it kids, lunch is served.” Rossi announced to the team who were all more than happy to finally get a break and taste whatever chilled fruity concoction Rossi had made. Save for Morgan who took a little more convincing to put down his tools for a short break.
They all hid away in the shade, sangria and burgers served all around as the team happily munched away after a morning of working hard.
“Let me get Spence,” Luke said, dusting off his clothes in vain. There was so much dust everywhere they’d be finding it for weeks, but he may as well try, then headed in to find his boyfriend.
To no surprise, Spencer was in the library. Although at that moment, it was a spare bedroom with books piled high against the back walls. Amongst them some boxes filled with even more books and other miscellaneous ones that needed hiding from the paint jobs in the house.
“Knock knock,” he said, not actually knocking but announcing his presence. “You hungry? We’re having Rossi’s barbeque outside after a morning of hard work. No other noises for the time being…” 
“Hmm, oh,” Spencer poked his head up from behind a stack of books and boxes. “I um-” he cleared his throat. “Maybe later.”
“All okay?” Luke suddenly dropped his happy-go-lucky demeanour when he sensed that something was off. He became serious and headed into the room.
“Yeah, um- yeah.”
That was Spencer for no. 
“Hey, I’m sorry about all the hammering and drilling.” Luke found Spencer sitting on the one actual piece of furniture in the room- a green velvet chaise lounge they’d found at a thrift sale. Spencer had it in his previous apartment despite him not having the space, and vowed that the next place he moved would allow enough room for the chair. He planned on centering the entire library around it so he always had a cosy reading nook.
Right now, though, it was hidden away behind piles of boxes and books, creating a hidden den for Spencer. Part of him was tempted to keep it that way.
When Luke went up to him and found a small gap in the structure, he saw a couple of books strewn around Spencer that he’d clearly been reading. He kneeled down too to meet his eye level, hesitantly moving a box out of the way so there was enough space for him. Spencer stared intently at his open page and did not make eye contact.
“If you need to, you can go to the library- the actual library that is- until this one is done to get away from the noise.”
Luke had no problem with Spencer coming in here, there was so much organisation that needed doing that required no building skills and he was happy to let Spencer do it, especially since his movement was limited and he knew the noises hurt Spencer sometimes. 
Spencer had opened up to Luke the night before, about how he found the idea of changing so much around the house daunting. He was grateful for the team coming over to help, but a part of him still felt like it was too much and he didn’t deserve it.
They’d chosen to buy a bungalow with a garage to the side, making it easy for Spencer to be able to get in and out of the house and not needing to concern himself with stairs.
After getting shot in the knee all those years ago, it had never fully healed. Spencer was able to be a field agent for nearly a decade after, but those years straining his knee took their toll. After prison, the regular beatings he received had reinjured him, and after a single night in the infirmary, Spencer realised that this wouldn’t go away.
The months following his release were spent healing emotionally and physically, Luke by his side every step of the way. Although Spencer was finally able to reach a point that he could consider himself at peace once again, his knee never fully recovered.
It was hard, but with the team’s support, Spencer learned to accept that he would be using a walking aid for the rest of his life. He initially remained in the BAU, just helping on cases from Quantico, but eventually decided to teach full time. He did of course still assist on cases from time to time.
He still had days he felt particularly reluctant to admit that he would never walk as he used to again, he’d always need help. Some days, he’d be in a lot of pain too. Some days, he tried to push that pain aside, and his cane to try and limp around unaided. It only made it worse and it only reminded him even more that he wasn’t as able as he used to be.
The others never let him feel like he was a hindrance at all, though, always making sure Spencer was comfortable and not left out of any activities. And now, they were all here on their weekend making the house as accessible as they could for him.
*****
“No I’m not gonna leave whilst everyone is here working hard for me.”
Luke knew there was no point arguing with Spencer over this, he already felt guilty that everybody was taking up their weekend to help around the house, even though this was what they did for each other. They’d all gone over to Matt’s to help prepare for the new baby, they all lugged what felt like hundreds of boxes over to Penelope’s new apartment. Spencer and Luke had been there to help in the ways they could, Spencer usually helping with organisation or unpacking, Luke being the muscle. So it was only fair that the team were here for them now.
Luke did have to remind Spencer of this multiple times.
“Noone minds that you’re in here Spence. You sure you’re not hungry?” Spencer nervously bit his lip, feeling embarrassed that he’d only spoken to people for a few minutes before coming into the library to hide away from the noise and all the people.
He eventually decided he was a little peckish, nodding and instinctually holding out his hand for Luke to hold, who helped him stand. Luke was going to be there with him, he always made it easier to face the team when he lacked confidence. 
Luke looked around the mess to find his cane hidden in the corner. He quickly checked Spencer was stable standing alone when walked over to pick it up for him.
“You know you should bring this with you, even within a room.” He tried to encourage, knowing Spencer was still reluctant to use it and didn’t like the constant reminder that he struggled to do even simple tasks.
“I forgot,” he mumbled as a poor explanation, before taking Luke’s arm again with his free hand.. Together, they slowly made their way back over to the patio. 
By now, the jug of sangria was significantly emptier than it had been minutes ago, Emily and Rossi holding glasses with generous helpings in them, each with a lemon on the rim.
“Hey Spence!” Emily smiled, the only one who hadn’t seen him yet today. He waved in response, glad that she was here, even if it was only for the company.
“Burger with or without cheese, Bambinos?” Rossi waltzed over to the barbeque to make them up a plate.
“With please, for both of us.” Luke responded on behalf of Spencer too as he guided him to an empty chair. Spencer’s short mumbles in the library meant that he was slowly on his way to becoming non-verbal, and they had agreed that when it happened, Spencer trusted Luke enough to be able to speak for him. And if Luke wasn’t sure, he’d always sign to Spencer to double check. 
They liked cheese, though. This was a no brainer.
Rossi brought over their plates of burgers and the two tucked in, helping themselves to an array of Mediterranean side salads Rossi had also prepared. Neither of them were sure how he’d managed to prepare so many dishes and carry them over here, but they didn’t question it and gratefully helped themselves.
The mumbled chattering of the group in the early afternoon heat was soothing to Spencer’s ears, after a morning of listening to drilling, sawing and hammering. He heard his new neighbour’s children playing over the fence, birds chirping in the background. The only thing missing was the familiar scuttering of Roxy’s paws along the hardwood floors, along with her eating any stray bits of food that fell onto the floor. 
They decided that their house wouldn’t be safe for a dog to live in until at least the main structures had been built and the tools taken away, so she was living with her dog minder for the time being. They still visited her and took her on long, guilt ridden walks since they couldn’t explain why she wasn’t going home with them. But with the new backyard she was about to get, they figured she’d forgive them.
Luke absently rested a hand on Spencer’s thigh, squeezing every so often to remind him that he was there. Spencer remained quiet but enjoyed everyone’s company, at least while they were sitting and having lunch, he could at least pretend for a bit this was just a social occasion.
He wanted to join in the conversation but wasn’t sure how to after hours of having hidden himself away, so he chose to just listen to the others filling them in on their lives. It was nice to talk about something other than serial killers for a change. He no longer saw these people everyday so he liked to hear what they were up to, what TV shows they were watching, even if he’d never even heard of them. It was all so beautifully domestic.
His hand met Luke’s on his thigh and he latched on to have him to ground him, glad that Luke was there to act as a bridge between him and the team when he felt himself a little too far away from them. Yes, physically he was right there, but he couldn’t help but sometimes feel a little distanced and excluded from their conversations. Luke was there, squeezing his hand now, looking over to make sure he got the jokes, whispering the explanations in his ear when he didn’t get them.
He didn’t always do it, sometimes Spencer did zone out for periods of time but was content with that, he enjoyed listening to the murmur of the team. It helped stop him from falling too deeply into his own mind, but he could daydream enough without it harming him by bringing up too many painful memories. Luke kept his presence there, though, subtly looking out for any signs of distress in Spencer. He’d begin rubbing circles with more pressure on his leg or back to slowly try to bring him back. 
Spencer watched as everyone was there, in their house which they just bought with their money. Together. A house that they’d spent so long looking for to make sure all the conditions were perfect. It needed to be a bungalow, Spencer struggled with stairs and he had accepted that with age, it would only get worse. It needed a garden for Roxy to run around in. A large garage to hold their cars with easy access into the house. 
The things that it didn’t have, though, like an accessible doorway, Morgan was here to build. Spencer asked about the price of all the materials Morgan had bought but he brushed him off as though he was mad. He’d come to stay for the week sleeping at Garcia’s since the house didn’t have anywhere suitable yet. He’d been over everyday, stopping by the hardware store on the way to buy more wood and pipes and things Spencer couldn’t comprehend. 
They had the conversation over the phone, Morgan insisting that the house needed to be a place that Spencer could feel safe and at home. He didn’t deserve to feel like a stranger there, so ramps and rails to hold were what he needed.
Morgan didn’t act like it was an imposition at all, he insisted that whether or not Spencer had walking difficulties, he’d have flown over to make sure the house was in tip-top condition for the couple. What were a couple of building projects on the side?
All his friends were there to help him with the practical and the aesthetic projects on the house. And whatever ‘making everybody drunk’ project Emily and Rossi found themselves on. If someone had told him this is where he’d be 10 years ago he’d have told them they were mad.
“You still with us?” He heard Luke whisper in his ear, one hand clutching his with the other rubbing his knee. Luke had looked over to see Spencer’s eyes looking slightly glassy and was worried he was feeling too overwhelmed.
Spencer nodded in response, feeling a slight lump in his throat at the thought of the family he’d managed to accumulate over the years. He smiled over at Luke and squeezed his hand back.
“I'm just happy,” he croakily whispered in return.
Luke beamed at the declaration. It was such a simple statement, not a complex or eloquently put one. Nor was it followed by a long explanation like Spencer often did. He simply was that happy.
“If everyone’s done eating, you and I have some work to do Pretty Boy.”
Spencer turned his head over at Morgan, questioning what kind of work Morgan meant. Surely he knew there was no way Spencer could help with the manual labour.
“Don’t worry I’m not going to make you drill anything, I just need you to measure.” Morgan explained, leaving Spencer still confused.
“As in I need you. To measure with. Your body.” He continued, sort of helping Spencer understand, who looked over at Luke for more help.
“Don’t look at me, he's got us all confused,” Luke laughed. “I think you just better follow him,” He suggested, getting up to pick up Spencer’s walking aid leaning against the wall.
Spencer accepted it gratefully then walked over to Morgan who offered out his arm for support. Spencer took it gratefully as he was led through the house to the front door, leaving everyone else to clear up lunch.
“I just need you to tell me what height you want this rail at.” Morgan explained, motioning to a discarded railing sitting on the front lawn. “It’s all built and just needs to be installed.”
The ramp had gone up the day before, a long and gentle incline leading all the way down to the front of the drive that had been built over the stairs. It made it so much easier for Spencer to be able to get to the house without help, and now all he needed was the railing.
Morgan told Spencer to stay still where he was before he welt to hold up a section of the railing, having built separate parts to be able to install it easier on his own. 
In preparation, he’d dug holes into the ground to act as foundations for the rails to make sure they were strong as possible, he’d made them deep to account for any leeway they needed with the height difference. He held the railings up, moving them up and down, asking Spencer where the height was the most comfortable should he need it for support. Especially in the winter if the drive got icy. Spencer experimented with different heights until he finally found a comfortable one.
Instead of turning back inside to go and hide in the library, though, he decided to stay out with Morgan and watch him work. With only the two of them and everyone else still out back, it was a lot more peaceful as the midday heat began to cool as the mid afternoon breeze took over.
Morgan had gone to get a chair for Spencer to sit on as they chatted sporadically. Occasionally, they would just be in silence together in each other's company. Spencer watched as Morgan mixed some cement to fill the holes with to ensure they had the structural integrity to withstand weather and the weight of a fully grown man. He carefully paced the railings inside, to where he’d drawn a line at Spencer’s desired height, using other blocks of wood to hold it in place as they dried.
A couple of hours went by when Spencer’s leg began aching. The wooden chair wasn’t ideal for it, even though it was his knee. There wasn’t much he could do about it, after being awake for most of the day, it always began to hurt in the afternoon anyway.
Morgan noticed Spencer’s slight wince at his attempt to reshuffle his weight, and his slight pained expression. He knew Spencer avoided telling people he was in pain so Morgan took it upon himself to clear up to get them both inside, seeing what had been done to the house by the others in the meantime.
Luke watched as Spencer walked in, weight resting on his cane more so than normal, he immediately put down the pile of drop cloths he was holding to go and help Spencer.
He guided him just down the corridor into the bedroom which had the en suite.
“When was the last time you took painkillers?” Luke asked, helping Spencer down onto the bed.
Spencer hated that the lovely afternoon he was having with Morgan was ruined by his aching knee. He missed his friend and enjoyed catching up with him. Yes, he’d been around all week, but that was as a favour. He was hard at work. For a couple of hours, the two really had a chance to catch up. Morgan had been working, but it was different when he was in one spot for hours.
“They make me sleepy,” Spencer mumbled back. It wasn’t fair that he sometimes aimed his distaste for taking pain medication at Luke. But Luke was the one who encouraged him to take it.
It was something Luke had tried to not let bother him, he knew Spencer didn’t like the similarities of relying on a drug to keep him out of pain. Despite how many times Luke told him it was different, Spencer still made Luke keep them locked in a bathroom cabinet. Luke had the key. He trusted that Spencer wouldn’t abuse those painkillers, but Spencer didn’t trust himself, so Luke begrudgingly agreed to.
Still, it meant that whenever Spencer took the medication, it was under Luke’s watchful eye. So sometimes Spencer couldn't help feeling it was Luke’s fault he needed to take them. The wires got crossed in his mind and as much as he reasoned with himself, sometimes his annoyance was misdirected.
“Come on, Cariño.” Luke sighed, getting them out of the cabinet and bringing them over to the bed along with a glass of water. “Everyone is slowly wrapping up for the day anyway. We’re all sleepy.”
Spencer took the water and the pills anyway, attempting to smile at Luke who he knew was only trying to help. Spencer sat on the edge of the bed with Luke kneeling below him, Luke rubbed his knee softly in the hopes that it would ease some of his pain as they took a quiet moment just to themselves. 
Only last night they had been in this exact position for very different reasons, except now it was a sweet moment between them. Luke’s eyes were full of worry as he was concerned the day had been too much for Spencer. He’d managed to hide away for a lot of it simultaneously making Luke glad Spencer was able to find peace amongst the chaos, but guilty that too much was going on that he needed to in the first place.
“I’m okay,” Spencer assured. 
“Okay,” Luke smiled back, resting his chin on Spencer’s other knee.
“I am, today was nice.”
“We got a lot done while you were out with Morgan. Guest bedroom all painted, some cabinets screwed back on in the kitchen, Rossi even built that chest of drawers with Emily’s help.”
Spencer grimaced at that.
“It might fall apart as soon as we add some clothes so I’ll double check it.” Luke giggled. The two had been more of a hindrance but their company was welcome. And they did help with lunch.
There was a knock on the bedroom door moments later, it was open but Hotch had wanted to announce his presence.
“We’ve cleared up what we can, stuff is still everywhere but it’s better than it was.” He said, slightly uncomfortable at the intimate scene he’d walked in on, Spencer stroking the side of Luke’s face as he rested on the floor, the two quietly laughing together.
Luke immediately lifted his head at Hotch’s presence, not quite knowing the man enough to fully let him in.
“We’ll be off soon to give you guys your evening.” Hotch averted his gaze slightly.
“I’ll show you guys out,” Luke got up immediately, following Hotch back to everyone else. 
The living room had been cleared, all the workbenches put to the side, tools stored in a neat pile ready for another day tomorrow. Drop cloths folded nicely and ready to be taken away since all the painting was now done. 
“You guys have been incredible!” Luke couldn’t express his gratitude enough. Only a few days ago he couldn’t even imagine how far they’d come with the house.
“We’ll be back tomorrow for more,” Garcia insisted, excited that they were soon over the building phase and coming close to the decorations phase.
“Thanks guys, really,” came Spencer’s voice as he walked into the room too. Luke turned to immediately offer out his arm, trying to avoid looking too exasperated that Spencer was pushing himself a little too much. The pain medication wouldn’t have kicked in yet.
“Tomorrow Kid, we’re doing some electricals!” Morgan said smugly. 
“We have lights already?” Spencer was yet again confused at Morgan’s secret plans.
“Lights from the mid-century. I’ve got some lights you can control with an app.”
“But-”
“I know, I know, you hate technology. But I’ll make it so simple even a dinosaur like yourself can use it.
“I-,” Spencer wanted to interject, knowing he’d find it confusing either way.
“And when Luke’s being a lazy couch potato, he doesn't even have to get up to turn them off.” Morgan laughed. 
Luke was right with him. He wasn’t the one who needed convincing and loved the idea of having a completely smart home. Especially if it meant they could turn on their lights remotely to make it look like someone was home when they were away.
Spencer smiled too, knowing full well that Morgan was doing this so that he wouldn’t need to get up, but taking the pressure away from him was helpful. This was Luke’s house too after all.
The two of them stood at the doorway, Luke’s hand around Spencer’s waist keeping him upright as they waved off the others. It was still early in the day but they all deserved some weekend time with their families, plus they did promise to be over tomorrow.
Spencer’s weight against Luke only increased over the short time they were there so Luke knew Spencer was beginning to feel drowsy. He at least hoped it was helping diminish his aching knee as well.
“Let’s get you to bed.”
Spencer didn’t argue as he let himself be led towards the bedroom, ready to rest for at least an hour or so. He hated how little he could accomplish now, both from being physically restricted, but also emotionally, whether he was tired from social interactions or his medications.
Luke never let him feel bad for it, constantly reminding Spencer that he didn’t need to always be an over productive machine. His value wasn’t reliant on his output.
“Will you join me?” Spencer sheepishly asked, knowing it was early in the day, but the couple had barely spent any time together, Luke busy fixing and painting and doing whatever needed to be done.
“It would be my honour,” he squeezed Spencer closer to him before gently helping lay him on the bed.
It was a warm afternoon, so he just helped Spencer remove his trousers and shirt, he could do it himself but Luke liked to feel like he was useful. He walked over to his side of the bed, stripped himself and lay on top of the covers with Spencer, draping a thin sheet over them for protection. 
“Sleep well,” he whispered in Spencer’s ear, who was already off to dreamland, “I’ll be here when you wake up.”
*****
I hope you enjoy it and Happy Holidays!
I realised this is set in the summer and maybe should’ve done a more winter themed one, but oh well its on topic for the Australians
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redactors of russian online mass medias woke up today and chose chaos, i guess, bc why the fuck did I just read a bunch of news of king charles death when he's not even dead. do they know something that we don't
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All is Fair~ In Chaos & Confessions
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Chapter 15: In Chaos & Confessions
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Series Summary: Family is important, but so is the Family business. Everyone has secrets, some are deadly. Your the best in the business, but no one knows who you are. Tensions are high, will you raise the stakes or fold under the pressure?
Series Warning: 18+! Mentions of blood and violence, bad language words, smut, manipulation, gaslighting, death, trauma, please follow the warnings for each chapter.
Chapter warnings: 18+ Only! Violence and threats. Emotional trauma, Bad language words, mentions of death and physical trauma, stalking.
Pairing: Mob!Steve x Assassin!Stark!reader
A/N: no notes. Enjoy!
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Several months ago, on the Red Star—
When Steve woke, your spot next to him was empty, but still warm, a soft smile lifted his lips, he knew where to find you. He made his way onto the deck, careful not to disturb you. You were sitting on the deck, your knees pulled close to your chest, watching the sunrise. You liked to do that, everytime he brought you out here, you were up before him, the harbor sunrise had always been a favorite of his, but watching you enjoy it was becoming his new favorite thing.
Slowly he situated himself behind you, pulling you close into his side, wrapping his arms around you, the two of you continued to watch the sun rise. 
His mind wandered, he couldn’t understand why you chose to stay in New York, when you could have gone anywhere, been anything or anyone,
“Angel, why do you stay here?”
You squirmed in his hold, before leaning back again, “Where else am I to go?”
He frowned, “Anywhere, you could go anywhere your heart desired, why did you stay?”
A soft sight left your lips, “New York needs my help just as much as anywhere else does. Besides, if I hadn’t stayed, I wouldn’t have met you.” you turned in his grip, soft eyes meeting his. Steve’s heart melted, damn it you were too good for him, too damn good to be with a beast like him. 
“Is there anywhere you want to go? I mean you have me now, and Steven can take care of the museum. How about we go somewhere?” 
“Everywhere. As long as you are with me, I’ll go anywhere Stevie. Just say the word.”
His heart swelled, as soon as he had the situation under control here, he would take you everywhere.
He knew he would eventually ruin you, but what if he didn’t… 
What if you made him better? Was it worth the chance? —
Steve sat there at his desk, frozen. 
Yes he had been angry with you, downright nearly killed you, but he didn’t, couldn’t. He stared at the newspaper in front of him, the headline carving out a piece of his soul; Stark Sibling & Beloved Museum Curator Found Dead in Brooklyn Harbor!
Tony promised him, promised he would keep you at the mansion, keep you safe. He opened the little drawer of his desk and pulled out a small velvet box no bigger than the palm of his hand, clutching it tightly he forced down the tears that threatened his eyes. 
Slowly he opened it, the delicate diamond ring glittered in the darkness, he sighed softly as he placed the tiny box on his desk. Resting his chin in his hand he lost himself in thought. I had been you last night at Subatomic, the pit in his stomach yawned open, threatening to swallow him whole.
So many things he should have told you, so many words left unsaid.
He never should have gone to the warehouse, or let you talk to your brother that night, whatever he had told you sent you over the edge. He should have just ran with you, left town like he wanted to, left the business to Bucky and disappeared.
The ring sat in front of him, sparkling with all the future moments you could have had together. He should have asked you a long time ago…
He hadn’t heard Bucky enter the room, his throat clearing as he stared at him from across the room. Slowly Steve met his gaze, Bucky’s mouth opening, but Steve only shook his head, his gaze falling back to the ring.
“No business today Buck.”
Bucky frowned when his gaze wandered down to the open ring box on Steve’s desk, body tensing, “Sorry Punk, but the cops are here. They won't leave until they speak to you…”
Steve’s gaze snapped to Bucky’s, “I don’t know anything about her being found in the harbor.”
He could feel Bucky’s gaze harden, burning into him, but he ignored it. Bucky would never understand. Steve couldn’t do it, he could hear the hurt in your voice every time you threatened him, they were empty threats, if you really wanted her dead, you would have pulled the trigger in the warehouse. It was like he was staring at a giant puzzle, but he was missing half the pieces, he needed to find those pieces.
Bucky swallowed, his voice barely a whisper, “How’d her body get from the woods into the harbor?” The tension in the room grew unbearably thick. Steve swallowed thickly, avoiding Bucky’s gaze,
“Because her body was never in the woods.”
Bucky already knew the answer, but he wanted to hear Steve admit to it. To admit he lied, not only to him, but his entire family, “Then where did you put it Steven? Where did you put her dead body?”
He wasn’t sure how your body made it to the surface, the giant cinder block he attached to the chain should have been more than enough to hold you down there for months if not years, this whole situation stunk, like rotten fish, he intended to get to the bottom of it. But first he needed to play it cool with Steve.
“There was no body Buck…” Steve paused for a long moment, his gaze far away, like he was trying to find the words, “I couldn’t kill her.” Steve’s voice broke at the end, Bucky’s heart stuttered in his chest, he had killed you out of revenge and to ensure Steve’s safety, but now he was questioning his own choices… Steves gaze dropped back to the ring on his desk,
“I should have asked her a long time ago, Buck. Maybe I coulda saved her.”
Bucky bit his tongue, fuckfuckfuck, shaking his head he stepped closer to Steve, resting his hand on his shoulder, “She would have killed you, Punk. Those assassins are bloodthirsty, they only care about the money.” He thought back to your words last night, how you threatened to make Steve beg for death, and it only strengthened his resolve, it was the right choice.
Before Steve could respond, the door to his office opened, and two female officers walked in.
Steve’s head snapped to the doorway, two officers walked into his office, one he recognized from the last time they questioned him, “Detective Sharon Carter.” he greeted.
The blonde nodded her head in greeting, motioning towards her new partner, “This is Detective Jane Foster, Mr. Rogers…” her gaze landed on the newspaper on his desk, then to the ring, her face softening, finally her gaze found his again, “We won’t take much of your time, just a couple of questions–”
Steve sighed, “I don’t know anything about Stark’s sister, I haven't seen her in a month, she was supposed to be out of the country…” 
Carter shook her head, “Oh, we aren’t here for Carbonell, Coulson is heading that case… We are here about Captain Peggy Carter, sir.”
He frowned, looking between the two detectives, “Why would I know anything about Carter?”
Sharon pursed her lips, lifting an evidence bag, she placed it onto his desk, “Well, for starters, this,” Steve picked up the bag, a matte black playing card lay within it, he assumed it was one of yours, “was found on her body. And considering you have been the latest mark for the Ace of Spades, we figured you might be able to shed some light on the situation.”
Steve looked from the card back up to Carter, “That’s not possible. The Ace of Spades is dead, I–”
This time the new detective, Foster, interrupted him, “Obviously not. Looks like they are still at large, first your girlfriend, then Carter… we just don’t know the connection between you and Carter—”
Steve stood from his seat, his jaw clenched as he glared at the new detective, a mouthy bitch, wasn’t she. He gave Sharon a warning look, “Sorry. I’m afraid I don’t have any information that would be of help to you. Barnes, please see our guests out.” 
Detective Foster sneered, “Withholding information is a criminal offense, Rogers. I can have you arrested.”
A challenging smirk lifted his lips, as his eyes met hers, “I look forward to it Detective Foster…” he turned his gaze to Sharon, he could tell she was pissed, her jaw clenched nostrils flaring, “I’m sorry for your loss Detective Carter.”
She tilted her head, the faintest flicker of shock in her eyes, “Thank you sir.”
Detective Foster growled as Bucky ushered them out the door. 
The moment the door closed, he dialed Bucky.
 He picked up on the first ring, ‘This is Barnes.’
“I need you to have Dugan tail her.”
‘Way ahead of ya boss.’
There was a long moment of silence, Steve could hear the door shut on the other end, 
‘You think she’s dirty?’
“I think she’s protected.”
Bucky hummed on the other end, ‘Would explain her threatening you.’
Steve’s phone began to ring, it was Stark, “Buck I gotta go.” He didn't wait for a response, before hanging up and answering Tony.
“Stark I–”
‘You motherfucker! I swear I will kill you–’
“Tony, listen, I… It wasn’t me–”
‘Bullshit! If not you then who?! Huh?’ 
Steve remained silent for a moment, to be honest, he didn’t have an answer, he was just as lost as Tony was. His heart was broken, he genuinely didn’t want you dead, he beat himself up every day, he couldn’t believe he had allowed his men to touch you. Let alone beat you. He would never forgive himself for that, but this, this wasn’t him.
‘That’s what I thought Rogers, you don’t have a scapegoat this time. If it wasn’t you, it was one of your men.’ Tony’s voice broke, but the rage still clipped each word, ‘She just wanted to go home.’
Steve sighed, “Tony I give you my word, I didn’t have anything to do with this.”
‘You think your word means anything to me?!’ Tony growled, ‘Mark my words Rogers, you are a dead man, you just don’t know it yet. I let my parents’ death slide, but not my sister’s.’
Steve was taken back, his parents’ death? Did Tony think he had something to do with that? He was so confused, but it made sense, it would explain why you suddenly had no qualms with killing him, “Tony you have it–”
‘Save it Rogers. My sister may have failed, but I will kill you.’
12 hours ago—
The commotion at the bar had Steve leaving Peggy sitting alone at their private booth, Fuck she really needed to give him this information. Growling, she watched him fly down the stairs, chasing whoever he thought he saw. Pulling out her phone, she dialed him, but it went to voicemail. A moment later a text came through;
‘Meet another day, I have bigger problems. Sorry.’
Goddamn it! She frantically typed a message back:
‘THIS can’t wait!’
He didn’t respond, rising from her seat, she made her way to the front exit, keeping her purse clutched tight to her, the gun inside the only measure of safety. Steve’s men were gone, they must’ve been chasing whoever that masked woman was. 
Being in the bar with Steve meant no one was dumb enough to attack her, but he wasn't here now, she was free game for anyone to pick off, cautiously Peggy made her way to her car parked a few blocks away, she hadn’t expected to walk to her car alone.
As she rounded the corner where her squad car was parked, another silhouette emerged from the car in front of hers, 
“Captain Peggy Carter?”
Peggy recognized the voice, releasing the breath she had been holding, “Jesus, Jane you scared the shit outta me…” Peggy’s brows furrowed, “What are you doing here?”
Jane looked around the darkened street, “I was responding to a call.”
Peggy shook her head, eyes narrowing, Jane was never stationed on this side of town, Peggy slid her hand into her purse, palming her revolver, “What call?”
Jane looked at her incredulously, “It came over the radio, a ‘10-34-S’. I was the closest officer on patrol.”
Peggy took a step backward, “I haven't heard any gunfire…” this didn’t feel right, she needed to get out of here, she kept her calm, shrugging, “Must’ve been a miscall.”
Jane shook her head, “ ‘fraid not boss.”
Peggy drew her revolver, aiming at Jane, but it was too late.
Bang
Carter’s knees buckled, sending her to the ground, the wound on her chest blooming a deep shade of red. Jane’s lips curled into a smile as she stood above her, 
“Nice shot Val.”
The woman that was standing behind Carter came closer to admire her handiwork, a wicked grin splitting her lips. “Stuff it Foster, where’s the card?”
Jane pulled the black card and evidence bag from her coat, ripping the bag open, she pulled the Ace of Spades card out, flipping it in her gloved fingers, before tossing it down onto Carter’s bleeding chest. Carter’s breathing came in quick shallow gasps, her face whitening from blood loss. Jane leaned down, “My boss says when you get to hell, to tell Odin and the Starks ‘hello.’”
16 hours later-
You wake slowly, your breaths sharp and short, not filling your lungs the way you are used to, your throat and lungs feel like they are on fire. Slowly lifting your heavy eyelids, you scan the room, it’s not somewhere you recognize, Hell, or Purgatory perhaps?  Your memories are still foggy, but you could have sworn you died, flashes of Barnes glaring down at you cross your mind, the distinct sound of metal scraping concrete screeches through your memory. Then it's cold and wet, so cold you could swear death itself was grasping onto your body and soul. 
An eloquent voice pulled your attention to a figure tucked into the corner chair, a newspaper hiding his face, “Good evening Wraith, Darling.” 
You scowled, “Excuse me? You must be mistaken, I’m—”
The figure lowered the newspaper, prowling towards you, his green eyes glittering, as he placed the newspaper onto the nightstand next to you, “You’re dead, Darling…” 
Your eyes widened, snapping to the newspaper, the headline reading: Stark Sibling & Beloved Museum Curator Found Dead in Brooklyn Harbor!
“Welcome to the Other Side.”
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headingalaxys-spicy · 2 years
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Disclaimer: my humor is broken DX
Canada, Germany, and Prussia with a friend reader who normally doesn’t drink all of sudden unironically going “two shots of vodka :)” with a vodka bottle (but it’s actually water because friend reader woke up that day and chose chaos lmao)
I uh tried with this one enjoy!
🍁🇨🇦 Canada 🇨🇦🍁
Y/N can be chaotic when they feel like it. Today was one of those days. Since it was the start of Senior year for them, they wanted to be a little wild and have some fun before they had to be a real adult and handle the mundane issues of taxes, bills, and more bills. So you dumped an empty water bottle into a succulent that you had on your desk. You refill it with Amsterdam peach vodka that only really college students would buy to create jungle juice. You took a long swig of it before getting ready for your classes.
“Ahhh!” The cheap alcohol burns your mouth and tastes buds as it goes down and leaves a slightly sickly sweet taste in your mouth. You ran to your refrigerator and chugged some juice to chase the bitter taste away. You shower and prepare for the first day of your senior year. You get a text from Matthew in the middle of your routine while you continue to take intermittent sips of vodka.
Matty: You okay? You know there are only 3omins left in class, right?
You: No, I’m fine I will be there soon.
You toss your phone into your bag and dashed from your apartment to your lecture hall. Leaving only 15mins left in the lecture anyways. When you finally arrived, you plopped down next to Matthew. You were winded and had no more oxygen left in your lungs.
“Easy y/n.” He whispered to you. “What in the world happened to you?”
“Nothing, bro haha. Just a mornin.~” Your words were slightly slurred. Matthew could even smell the alcohol on your breath.
“YOU CAME TO CLASS DRUNK?” He whisper shouted just slightly too loud for being so close to your eardrums. You flinch and move your head away from him so you wouldn’t suffer hearing loss.
“Heh. Yeah. I’m gonna have some FUN this year ahahhaha.”
Matthew tries not to roll his eyes, and you hear him grumble out ‘oh maple pancakes.’
‘Y/N wasn’t kidding when they said they were going to live by the rule: Carpe Deim. I wonder if my dumbass brother has something to do with this.’ To his surprise, you were already leaving the lecture after only a minute of being there. ‘Oh boy, they’re adamant about getting in trouble.’ Matthew packs his stuff. He had more than enough notes for today that he’d share with your tomorrow when you became sober.
“Why do syllabus week if all we do is sit there and listen to professors talk about what we can already read?�� You say to no one in particular while you take another long swig of vodka. “CARPE DIEM!” You charge into the school's cafeteria with a concerned Matthew on your tail. Needless to say, he witnessed all of the havoc you created in the university and to others who have done you dirty during your Freshman and Sophomore year.
By the end of it, Matthew was able to get you back to his apartment, where he kept you safe and out of trouble until you were sober again.
“Y/N, I will never let you drink again.”
🍻🇩🇪 Germany 🇩🇪 🍻
“Hey, Ludwig, after Kaffeestunde, we should play a drinking game!”
“Y/N, that is the worst idea I’ve ever heard from a teaching assistant. Nein.”
“Oh, come on Ludwig let's have a little fun! After all, they’re all Master’s students, and it’s our final year in our Ph.D. programs. This is our year to shine let's have some fun come on! Don’t be a stick in the mud!” You playfully poke at his hardened and reddened cheeks.
“Alright, fine. But we have to STUDY first, then in the second hour, we can play your little drinking game.”
“I’ve got a perfect idea!”
Kaffeestunde am Freitag 16:00
“Alright, everyone, the game we’re going to play is simple: Were going to watch Goodbye Lenin, and you have to take a shot of Belvedere or a sip of Blaufrankisch (a type of Austrian red wine) each time you laugh. Understood?
Unfortunately for you, you had a sensitive funny bone that led to your undoing that evening. Ludwig had to carry you back to his apartment so that he could nurse you back to health.
“Y/N I’m never letting you drink again.”
🐥 Prussia 🐥
“Gilbert! Gilbert! Wait up, I have an amazing plan to have some fun tonight! I managed to copy the keys of one of the lazy janitors, and now we have unlimited access to the planetarium.” You have a wide grin that is adorned on your face. You couldn’t believe how easy it was to use a quick hardening clay to get the imprints you needed to create a new one.
He raised an eyebrow, and his crimson eyes scanned your face and body language for a few moments as he wondered what had happened to his normally calm and mellow friend to return. You were charged up like a hyperactive Pikachu that had discovered Red Bull. You were ready to charge!
“So with these keys at 23:45, we can sneak into the Planetarium once the Professor and his two underlings leave for the weekend. It will be su[er fun I promise. The shows that they put on for students are amazing I’ve been to a few of them, and I can tell you now. It’s worth the risk.” Gilbert’s muted skin still crinkled with confusion.
“Okay, if that doesn’t convince you then maybe this will.” You pull out a colossal bottle of Aromatique.
“Was zur Holle? Where in the world did you get that from?”
“I have my ways.” You pulled out a 5 ml bottle of Tito’s vodka and guzzle it within 5 seconds. Gilberts' jaw dropped.
“Y/N what in the world are you-”
“ I’m a senior this year, and I’ve decided that I’m going to be chaotic.”
And chaotic you were. You only lasted for an hour in the planetarium while playing Never Have I Ever, because you were drunk off your ass. He took you back to his apartment and kept you there until you were actually able to walk.
“Y/N, I’m never letting you drink again.”
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thecyndimistuff · 1 year
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john boyega woke up on this Valentine’s Day and while he may have inflicted violence and chaos on one person he also chose to remind his buddy how much people want him for his immaculate breasts so take that message to heart and send a message to your buddy today
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“Depend upon it, sir, when a man knows he is to be hanged in a fortnight, it concentrates his mind wonderfully.” — Samuel Johnson
     Of course, the newspaper USA Today chose transgender activist Leigh Finke for its Women of the Year award because in the USA of the here-and-now (today, for instance), boundaries are a thing of the past, and if a woman of the year happens to come with the “package” that signifies male-of-the-species, you’d better ignore that and go along with the gag — or prepare for the punishments that will come down until your morale improves.
     The transgender movement has crystalized into the Party of Chaos’s favored instrument for enforcing its ethos of unreality on a population obdurately stuck on thinking in categories, on making hateful distinctions between things. Better to live in a protective miasma of undifferentiated sensation than a cruel state based on pattern recognition where one is incessantly prompted to understand how objects and life-forms around us differ, where things begin and end, and what all that means relative to your own ideally amorphous existence.
      Mattias Desmet, Belgian author of the 2022 book, The Psychology of Totalitarianism, proposed that a political faction subject to “mass formation psychosis” — the group hysteria that sets the scene for tyranny — would demand that the public swallow a cavalcade of increasingly absurd ideas in order to soften up their brains, so as to make it easier for leaders (influencers) to push them in any desired direction. I would propose that we have probably achieved peak brain-softening now in this land.
     The only thing left to challenge is the distinction between being alive or dead, which is exactly what you would get in Zombieland, a place that the Party of Chaos (and its mentors in the World Economic Forum) long to take you to, where you will have nothing and be happy! And never think a hateful thought, or any thought not pre-cooked for you and served up by The Party like so much dim sum. Choose that or it’s the nothingness and bliss of the grave. It’s all the same to the Party leaders. Voila: the totalitarian nirvana!
     Folks are beginning to grok how all this works now after a years-long epic mind-fuck by the increasingly malevolent permanent bureaucracy running a nation on the glide-path to destruction. Not a few people around America still-capable of independent thought are less than avid for liquidation. And certainly not willing to be absorbed into the amoeba-like blob of redundant, undifferentiated protoplasm that a totalized population must be in the end-state of political Wokery.
     Now, in the spring of ’23, Woke is suddenly mutating into a general wake-up call. The animals are stirring from their long sleep of compliance as ruin stalks the land. The season of concentrating the mind is here. When it becomes a matter of sink-or-swim, people once again remember the difference between being dead or alive. The test is on.
     Expect three evolving dynamics to stipulate our country’s zeitgeist in the stirring months to come. First, the collapse of our project for using Ukraine to destabilize Russia, an enterprise so feckless it could have only been conceived by the dead-of-brain. Our geniuses of foreign affairs screwed the pooch on this one. It’s almost too obvious that they never cared about the people of that sore-beset land. Notice, they do not even use the word “peace” in any of their confabulations about what’s going on there, because it is the opposite of what they seek, which is…chaos unending.
     Thus, others will end the project for us — namely, our antagonist there, Russia — and the regime of “Joe Biden,” for the second time in its mortifying two years-plus of rule, will be left holding its limp, generative member in its collective hand, another humiliation for our over-reaching imperial soldiery — and the deluded empty suits commanding it. Will they be able to pretend this time, as they did in Afghanistan, 2021, that there’s nothing to see here, folks? Just a blizzard of press-releases declaring “mission accomplished” or some-such other craven bullshit? I don’t think so. The reaction may be enough to bum-rush “Joe Biden” and Company out of office. His grotesque family rackets (including the Ukraine grifts) will finally and magically come to the public’s attention, and that’ll be all she wrote for “JB”— except for the historians waking from their own long catatonic spells to record the disaster they will swear they couldn’t see coming.
     Next, we will go through the tipping-point where a critical mass of the population — not just in America, but throughout Western Civ, and even beyond — realizes that they have been poisoned and injured by the mRNA “vaccines” they were so eager to line up for. It will produce a special sort of collective agony centered around a raging despair that leads with astonishing speed to prosecutions. The torpor and uncertainty of the past three years evaporates and the machinery of law actually starts cranking again, and in the right way — not as a mere instrument of coercion and intimidation, but to actually seek justice.
    Third will be the transformation of a raging inflation into a ruinous debt deflation that leaves Americans, one way or another, with no money. At the same time, the people will wake to the wrecking of their energy and food supply. A line will appear drawn in the ground from sea to shining sea, as by a cosmic power, and everybody… the formerly Woke, the unvaxxed, the penitent and unrepentant, the middle and lower orders especially, who suffer most harshly… will find themselves all on one side of that line in opposition to the wicked who have brought a hard rain upon them. And there you will finally see the beginning of your long-promised hope and change. No need even to wait for it. At long last, it’s upon us.
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11 J-Hope Fashion Moments I Think We Need to Talk About More
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It was on this day in 1994 that the world became (a lot) brighter. Today, we celebrate the sunshine of BTS, the one-man, party-starting pride of Gwangju, your hope, my hope: J-Hope.
We have all sorts of important business to attend to today, in honor of Hobi's birthday. First: let's acknowledge the endless joy that Jung Hoseok has brought us over the years. His talent is endless and his optimism is contagious — as enveloping as a warm hug at the end of a really bad day. He possesses a smile that could provide Earth with energy for the next 1,000 years. And what better time to gush over my favorite J-Hope outfits (and there are a lot of them, so pace yourself, ARMY) then on his birthday? It's no surprise that the man who named Snoopy as one of his biggest style influences has fun with fashion, landing somewhere at the intersection of "hypebeast" and "cutie pie" aesthetic. Let's raise a can of Sprite in his honor, stream Hope World all damn day, and worship the heart of BTS, our Hobitonin.
Proof Purple Velvet Can Cause Global Panic
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Congrats to Hobi for inventing purple velvet!
In all seriousness, can you recall such exquisite use of purple since Prince?
For the 2020 Melon Music Awards, BTS performed "Black Swan," "On," and #1 Billboard hits "Life Goes On" and "Dynamite." The entire performance might have been the best seventeen minutes I've experienced since the pandemic started, and no moment was more gasp-worthy as when J-Hope appeared in a velvet jumpsuit. How widespread was the sartorially-induced meltdown that followed? All three of his names — J-Hope, Hobi, and Hoseok — immediately began trending on Twitter.
Not to mention that J-Hope and/or the genius stylist who was involved in this fit could have easily included a tuxedo shirt, a clavicle-grazing tank, a cool Gucci shirt — anything really. But they did not. Hobi woke up that day and chose chaos in the form of a purple velvet jumpsuit with no shirt.
I'm into that. I'm good to go.
Actually, the Entire "Dynamite" Era
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A hill I will gladly die on: The entire "Dynamite" era is actually J-Hope's era. Sure, every member looked amazing, but the visuals Hobi was serving were downright deranged. The undercut and exposed forehead, the '70s-style Gucci suits, pumpkin spice J-Hope as seen on NPR's Tiny Desk Concert — I couldn't sleep for weeks with the never-ending onslaught of serves.
Malta Boyfriend Aesthetic
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Be honest: Did you gasp the first time you saw this picture, fellow ARMY? I did.
For the third season of Bon Voyage in 2018, BTS traveled to Malta where fellow idol Jungkook snapped what might be the most ethereally beautiful picture of J-Hope ever. Seated by the water while a Malta sunset bathes him in golden honey light, J-Hope smolders in a crisp white button-down. This image is burned in my brain as peak "POV: Your rich boyfriend Hoseok takes you out to dinner'' fanfic material.
"Ego" Era
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When the world locked down and BTS had to cancel their 2020 global stadium tour, ARMY feared we might never get to see a performance of J-Hope's MOTS7 solo song "Outro:Ego."Luckily for us, Bangtan never lets down their fans and pivoted to produce a virtual Map of the Soul ON:E concert this past October.
In total, almost a million viewers from 191 countries logged in to swoon over our Hobitonin and a performance as sparkly as his rhinestone encrusted Louis Vuitton denim (accessorized with two of the hottest, of-the-moment brands right now: Gentle Monster sunglasses and DiorxAir Jordan 1 Low sneakers).
MOTS7 Concept
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How did this J-Hope escape? Shouldn't he be in the Louvre with all the other works of art?
These Map of the Soul: 7 concept pictures are the modern day equivalent of renaissance paintings. They're aching in their perfection — Hoseok's in particular. His glowing skin, his mythically beautiful face, his Dionysus-equse pose — you're telling me this is the same man who will wear a cartoon puppy hat and scream out of pure (somehow adorable) terror on amusement park rides? The duality this man possesses …
Hobicore
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This fit checks every J-Hope aesthetic box possible. Bucket hat? Yes, in the form of a fuzzy Kangol one. Layers of insanely luxurious designer jewelry? Yup, Chanel dog tags! Cool, oversized street style shirt? Check!
For BTS's 2021 Season's Greeting package, J-Hope modeled this FreeVOLT shirt, a hip Korean street style line. As soon as J-Hope's pics hit the internet, the brand announced they would be donating the sales from this particular soon-to-be-sold-out T-shirt to charities that help underprivileged kids from all over the world. Add it to the (extremely long) list of charitable good deeds BTS has inspired.
Global Influencer J-Hope
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Please direct your attention away from J-Hope's hot-enough-to-melt-the-ice-caps gaze (I know, it's tough) and to his fit. This is one of my personal favorites because of the cultural juxtaposition: a Korean gat (a traditional hat from the Joseon period) worn with the ultra modern and iconically American Nike Air Jordan 1s. The cross-global combination feels symbolic of J-Hope's worldwide, generation-spanning appeal and influence.
Let's Get It: "Chicken Noodle Soup"
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Want to make any J-Hope bias weak? Four words: Chicken. Noodle. Soup. Hobi. During a BTS break, J-Hope flew to Los Angeles to film an instantly iconic music video for his collaboration with Becky G. The whole project is an amalgamation of everything we love about J-Hope: a high-octane, stays-in-your-head-forever song performed in the bright, sun-soaked locale with all those signature popping, rocking, hopping, tutting, dougie, flexing, swaggin' Gwangju moves. His neon-bright hypebeast fashion in the music video was briefly eclipsed by another "CNS" era fit though …
"CNS," Part 2
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J-Hope returned to Seoul from L.A. in an airport outfit that caused an international meltdown. The idol, who rarely shows a sliver of skin, wore a barely buttoned star-printed denim jacket from Chemist with no shirt underneath. ARMYs everywhere had no choice but to collapse into the fetal position until they could figure out how to function again.
'90s Baby
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Yes, the outfit is so great — a subtle nod to two '90s fashion icons: the return of the Hawaiian shirt thanks to Baz Luhrmann's Romeo + Juliet and Kurt Cobain's signature retro white sunglasses — but, more importantly, how perfectly "J-Hope'' is this picture? He is sunshine in human form — gleefully out of his chair and dancing to make his members smile (even Suga can't help grin!). Here's the video of the SiriusXM interview, for context. BTS was asked who is "most likely to brighten someone's day" and, well, of course it's you, J-Hope.
Winter Prince Hoseok
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No. Not Hobi wearing a tuxedo like it's not the hottest thing ever.
I am, admittedly, a sucker for the whole 2019 Jingle Ball performance. It's the white tuxes. How can you resist Bangtan in the dapperest, crispest, most beautiful crystal-snow-white tuxedos? J-Hope in particular looks like a dazzling fairytale prince. Models everywhere should be forever-grateful that Jung Hoseok chose music for a career.
Source: InStyle
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