#the boy is chronically tired from doing all this work and from being a sarcastic anguished person. ofc he has eye bags

[petricorah]

pov your vibes are yikes [id in alt] wip maybe or maybe it's done, whos to say...

#this was gonna be like. in a real style and not a sketch but i was tired and this was fun #i'll try to redraw/finish it properly later #sokka #suki #zuko #myart #sokka kind of came out rushed but i like his face #the boy is chronically tired from doing all this work and from being a sarcastic anguished person. ofc he has eye bags #ot3 #suki/sokka/zuko #sukka #zukka

[serenawitchwriter]

BNHA fusion (minor cast/Deku)

IzuYami

Goth™

Emo™

DRAMATIC™

fluffy feathers

monologues

advanced shadow control and counting dark shadow, nine spirits that can come out of them

constantly playing with their cloak

swish swish

will cry if you’re nice to them

incredibly creative

good at drawing

fears their own power and is incredibly cautious as a result

writes poetry and short stories

a gentle soul

broods alone, looks kinda stupid

tends to get caught up in his own dramatics and forgets the world around him

gets along surprising well with the Aoyama

seems to be having fun

MomoDeku

insecure

perfect

that frustrating friend who doesn’t believe you when you say they’e perfect

literally the smartest person you’ll ever meet

like Nedzu level smarts

probably has tea with Principal Nedzu

uses big words that you have no chance of knowing

talks to themselvesX2

THE MOST ATTRACTIVE PERSON

long dark curly hair and freckles with an Elvin face

Rube Goldberg plans and strategies that run too smoothly to be real

looks yandere when they get serious or angry but isn’t one

QUEEN

so gentle most of the time

does crafts when anxious

the crafts get progressively more absurd the more anxious they are

Jirou walked in and found them working a loom. they could have just pulled tapestry out of their body fully formed but instead they made a loom and actually wove it

gives gifts and crafts to all their friends

made action figures of all their classmates

the prettiest smile

has a crush on Todoroki

KouDeku

soft

still selectively mute

still literally a disney princess, constantly surrounded by animals

animalistic. izuku’s feral energy, and kouda socializing more with animals than people adds up to a person who moves and sometimes acts like an animal.

is particularly predatory when defending loved ones, children, and animals.

doesn’t need to speak to show emotions. is incredibly expressive

still has a rock shaped head, but is covered in a soft short green fur over his entire body. people are going to compare them to the Grinch or the moss monster in Creepshow. they don’t deserve that

baby with big green eyes

cries easily

deceptively clever

strong and fast. will tackle/pounce on you like a wild animal and you don’t stand a chance

draws a lot, particularly still life’s, scenery, and animals

surprisingly easy to make angry, they have a strong moral code and will get mad if you go against it

besties with the mutant types

old soul

probably knits to wind down at the end of the day.

master of giving dirty or sarcastic looks. again they don’t have to speak to express what they’re thinking. this is particularly funny with Bakugou because they’ll give him a ���you’re an idiot’ look and Bakugou will yell at them to say it again even though they’ve said nothing

subtly manipulative. which is impressive given their muteness

probably has a predator animal companion. i want to say a tiger or a bear. bear would fit more aesthetically.

also has a ferret companion, named Lucky. whether that name is accurate remains to be seen

ShojiDeku

tentacles

tol and stronk, boy is even more solid muscle than either are alone, could bench press a building

still wears a mask. green eyes, curly silver hair, might have freckles but the mask covers them

scarred arms

respects women

very gentle

insanely creative with their quirk. they use mainly Izuku’s tentacles and strength because their body can handle it and it’s so freaking versatile. add enhanced senses and they’re basically prepared for anything

has a crush on Tsuyu

spends most of their time alone, but in a content way.

quiet

likes to climb things, buildings, trees, walls. they like to be high up

will pat shorter friends heads, like the gentle giant they are

can absolutely still go feral but have to be pushed pretty far to get to that point

genuinely likes to study

is good at science

likes to clean and fix things

good at repairs

finds catharsis and improving situations

AoDeku

chronic pain

cloud-like yellow hair with glitter in it, they try to style it, but it actively fights them. still covered in glitter

a weird, nervous smile

long eyelashes and purple doe eyes

didn’t get the freckles but will draw them on with makeup

full of anxiety and fear

weird laugh.

genuinely doing their best

get’s frustrated with people who aren’t trying

loves bread and cheese

multilingual

a fantastic artist. likes to paint

loves fantasy as a genre

prone to having deep fantasies and daydreams

they like to imply they’re magic/ psychic/ a witch and will read your palm and predict the future fairly accurately but really they’re just good at analysis

magic becomes their hero theme

can shoot lasers from any body part, can even make laser tentacles, but the backlash is bad

hates the hospital with a passion

struggles to ask for help or talk to adults

is actually pretty quiet most of the time. genuinely shy

don’t be mean to them, it’s like hurting a baby dear

has a tired cynical side but they don’t like that side of themselves

has a quiet sort of wisdom that goes far in helping their friends

HagaDeku

mischievous

cheeky

invisible

invisible tentacles, also imagine getting his by someone with super strength when you can’t see them.  flout with invisibility is also a scary combination

really positive

wears way too many accessories

talks a lot

bubbly

scary when they go silent, the type to spy and eavesdrop

will also just disappear sometimes. sometimes they’re just recharging after being too social, sometimes they are fighting villains

recovery girls nightmare. can you imagine performing surgery on someone you can’t see. if they just lose consciousness somewhere they’ll be hard to find

loves pop music

an all might stan

ships their friends

gets bored easily, will go and find trouble if it gets too bad

follows other chaotic people around, including the teachers. 

is considered really creepy, has definitely been called a stalker in the past

a master of psychological warfare

likes sweets

plays dnd and collects dice

(masterlist)

#fusion au #mha #tokodeku #momodeku #koudeku #shojideku #aodeku #yuma aoyagi #yaoyorozu momo #kouda kouji #shojimezo #midoriya izuku #tokoyami fumigake #bnha #serenawitchwriter

[goffilolo]

Revival of Midoriya Izuku: Chapter 4 "My depression may be chronic, but my ass is iconic"

I bet you didn't think you were ever gonna see an update. well neither did I. What can I say? writing with a broken hand is a struggle.

Link to the fic on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16929483/chapters/81090403

Izuku’s first day of high school was interesting, to say the least, or it would’ve been if he actually went to school instead of spreading mayhem amongst UA’s first years. Shinjuku Metropolitan has been rather lenient in regards to his attendance or lack of thereof, thanks to whatever bullshit Shin wrote to the school on his behalf to ensure that the faculty would accommodate his ‘condition’. Which is just fancy wording for ‘I got a get out of school card’. Truth be told, this is probably the best thing that the doctor has ever done for him since Izuku was nowhere near ready to return to mainstream education, not after everything that has happened in middle school. The last thing he needed were looks of pity and guilt-induced niceties from people who otherwise had no problem laughing at his misfortune.

So instead Izuku has decided to spend his time productively - if you could count tormenting your ex-childhood friend and having an accidental family reunion as such.

Uncle Shouta always had a bit of a mean streak to him, although it never really felt as such when Izuku himself interacted with him. From what little of his childhood he could remember that didn’t involve trauma and discrimination, his uncle was a somewhat kind, but grumpy man. He believed in a brand of tough love - that somehow did not correspond with the way his mother raised him in the slightest and went above and beyond for things and people he held close to his heart. Sure they haven’t seen each other since Izuku was 4, but if his uncle’s empty threats from today’s Quirk Apprehension Test are anything to go by, not much has changed.

Which brings him back to now; sitting in an empty classroom that he does not belong to - a school that he does not belong to, writing down his ever-so-detailed notes about the quirks he will only be able to admire from afar. Not much has changed , indeed.

It almost feels like a betrayal. Almost , being the operative word, because he has no reason to cling onto the things that he no longer cares about - should no longer care about, for they had died along with him that day on the roof, and were properly buried within the four walls that Izuku called his own during his stay in the hospital.

But well...looks like today Izuku is in a mood to dig up old corpses.

Metaphorically, that is.

“God, you’re still here!”

“Kacchan we’ve talked about this” he replied, rather dramatically “God is dead and all that’s left is me”

Kacchan clearly did not appreciate his superior sense of humour, if the lack of response is anything to go by. “No seriously, why are you still here?”

“I could ask you the same”

“I actually study here you fuckwit!” the blond exclaimed in his ever explosive fashion “Besides I had to come back and get my change of clothes since that demonic pet of yours was sitting on them when we were all leaving for the test”

“Huh, that actually reminds me...where’s Bandit?”

“Oi, don’t change the subject you shitty Deku” replied Bakugou, as he kicked one of the chairs over towards the desk that was currently occupied by Izuku and slumped down in it in a way that would perhaps appear as non-caring to absolutely no one “I didn’t know your uncle was a pro-hero.”

Ah, so that’s what he was bothered about.

“That makes the two of us”

“Wait, really?!”

“Honestly Kacchan! Did you really think that IF I knew my uncle was a pro-hero that I would be able to ever shut up about it?”

“No way in hell!”

“Exactly!”

Well, now that the topic of his uncle has been cleared up, there wasn’t much else to talk about, at least not much that wouldn’t result in collateral damage or a Bakugou shitshow 2.0. Both of the boys were well aware of it of course, but let it never be said that either of them could be stopped by things like common sense, especially when it came to avoiding conversational land mines.

“So...what are you scribbling over here?” asked Bakugou in a rather poor and possibly the most awkward attempt at establishing small talk that has ever been known to man and sheep kind alike.

“Ok, no! That is not happening” snapped Izuku, who very much saw where this was going and was having none of it “We are NOT having a civil conversation!”

“Why the fuck not?!” replied the blond, his anger as booming and apparent as his quirk.

“Because that is not something we DO Kacchan!” shouted the teen, banging his hands against the desk, his notebook long forgotten.

“Well, maybe we should?!” exclaimed Bakugou, who was quick to anger, yet quicker to notice his ex-friend’s unusual mood as he tried to make an effort to de-escalate the situation.

“Oh? Should we really? !” sneered Izuku, feeling the kind of anger and disdain he hasn’t felt in a long time, not since that fateful day in the ward.

“That’s rich coming from you” he continued as he stood up form the chair, unable to keep still in his fury as he circled the classroom “All you ever did was shout at me, insult me and throw baseless accusations at me left and right for god knows how long, but suddenly YOU want to have a conversation with me? Isn’t it enough that we kinda talked about our feelings that one time when I was still stuck in the psych ward?!”

Honestly, what do you expect Kacchan?” asked Izuku, feeling raw and hysteric and all kinds of wrong, spilling his metaphorical guts to his ex-bully/friend “That we will just start having normal conversations like nothing ever happened, act like we’re friends or some shit? Because let’s be honest, we haven’t been friends for a very long time, that ship has sunk long before I even attempted suicide! ”

“Don’t you think I know that?!” screamed Bakugou, feeling equally angry, but mostly out of his depth in the situation. He expected Deku to possibly mock him for his awkward attempts at small talk. What the blond didn’t expect was for him to snap, in a way that was somewhat familiar but not quite, as even the few times they’ve spoken back when Izuku was in the hospital or when he got released, his tempter felt controlled in a way it was not at the moment. Katsuki wasn’t sure what exactly triggered such a strong response, but he was not looking forward to having another fight, at least not one initiated by him.

“I’m not trying to pretend it didn’t happen” he explained “I just want to move forward. I’m not the same asshole I was last year and neither are you, so I don’t want to be stuck on how things used to be ! It makes me feel like I’m going nowhere.”

“Ok! Fine! You wanna talk?! Then let me fuckin TELL you something! You asked me what I was ‘scribbling’ over here?” exclaims Izuku, as he stomps his way back towards the desk and snatches his notebook, waving it aggressively in front of Bakugou “IT’S THE SAME STUFF I’VE BEEN SCRIBBLING THE ENTIRE GODDAMN TIME!” he screamed “Those quirk analysis notebooks you used to mock me for? It’s another one of those because as it turns out  I still AM the same asshole I was last year! Now then, can YOU tell ME how many of those I’ve had?”

“Thirteen…” mutters Bakugou, feeling like he’s walking into a proverbial trap.

“Good boy, you can count! Now, can you tell me what number does it say on this one?” sneers Izuku sarcastically as he points once again at the notebook in question.

“Is this a trick question? There’s fuckin nothing on it”

“EXACTLY! And you want to know why?” screamed the distressed teen, no longer feeling angry, but tired and vulnerable, unable to stop himself from having a conversation he didn’t even want to be a part of “Because these notes used to serve a purpose, a purpose I no longer have. Hero Analysis for the Future , to be exact. But guess what Kacchan…” he whispered, no longer looking at the red eyes that used to bring him so much pain “...I no longer have a future…”

The blond hung his head in shame as he listened to his childhood friend break down in tears while hiding his face behind the very notebook that started their argument, all the while Trash Bandit who woke up due to their screaming was trying to get his owner’s attention with pathetically quiet ‘baaah’s.

“You have the right to be angry with me, after all this shit I put you through” stated Bakugou after what felt like an endless silence broken only by Izuku’s stuttering sobs. He never thought of himself as a coward, but at this moment he could not find enough bravery to sit face to face with the crying teen.

“I KNOW that you shithead-” replied Izuku as he shakily tried to take a breath in between the sobs “-but what good is that gonna do?! You’ve actually admitted that the way you treated me was wrong, hell you even voluntarily went to therapy! You’re basically going through a whole-ass redemption arc and what do I do? * sob * I’m still stuck in the past and I can’t let go of my grudges, which isn’t doing me or you any favours. I’ve told you to get your shit together, and this is exactly what you’re trying to do and instead of being h-* hic *- happy for you I’m mad-”

His rant broke off as he took another breath with tears still rolling down the freckled cheeks despite the boy’s best efforts. Izuku slumped down in his seat and with shaking hands he took out a cigarette and lighter from his backpack that was still hanging by the hook on the side of the desk. And although putting the cigarette in his mouth was relatively easy, lighting it was another matter. As Izuku grew more frustrated with the quiver in his hands, so did Bakugou. The blond became impatient as he grumbled “give it here damn it” much more quietly and gently than he normally would’ve done as he leaned forward, all the while grabbing the other teen by his shoulder with one hand, as he used to the other to quickly light the cigarette with a small explosion. Izuku’s flinch at the sudden but familiar noise and heat did not go unnoticed.

To say that Izuku was shocked by his ex-friend’s action would’ve been an understatement, but he was pleased nonetheless. If anything it proved his point that Kacchan was trying to be nicer to him, even if the attempts were somewhat awkward. The freckled teen, feeling only marginally better, leaned back in his chair facing the ceiling as he continued to blow circles of smoke up into the air, trying to regain his original train of thought.

“You’d think they would have a fire alarm in here or something” mused Bakugou as he stared at the disappearing circles.

“Hmm” replied Izuku, absentmindedly “You’d think”

The silence has once again stretched between the 2 boys, although this time it felt less oppressive in its need to be filled. Bakugou was happy to wait for Deku to finish what he started, it was the least the blond could do seeing as he was at fault for the current state of things between them.

“I’m so fuckin angry...” stated Izuku as he crashed the burnt out cigarette against the desk, which Bakugou conviniently ignored seeing as the desk was his. “I’m so fuckin angry-” he repeated despite his tone and words not matching at all “-because this proves that you could’ve gotten your shit together this whole time” he continues while gesturing vaguely between the two of them.

“You could’ve stopped this bullshit and apologised to me!” exclaims Izuku in a tone that is half resigned and half accusing “You could’ve spared me the misery, and yet you didn’t. I feel like I’ve suffered for nothing-”

“You did!” interrupted the blond.

“What?”

“You’ve suffered for nothing” clarified Bakugou “There’s literally NO good reason for you to have gone through even half the shit you did”

“I dunno about that Kacchan” teased Izuku “I’m pretty sure the reason is sitting right in front of me”

“I said no good reason damn it, don’t go around twisting my words you fuckin Deku!”

And Izuku couldn’t help but break out in laughter, because he was pretty sure that this was the first time ever that Bakugou had made a joke at his own expense and this moment was going to live in his brain rent free from now on.

“Oh God, Kacchan-” he wheezed, trying to stop himself from laughing “You were right, you really aren't the same asshole that you were last year!”

“I sure fuckin hope not” replied Bakgou who was just as close to laughing “Otherwise I would’ve had to demand refund for all of those shitty therapy sessions”

“Look at us Kacchan” said Izuku, his laugh now subdued “We’re still a fuckin mess”

“I guess we are” agreed the blond as he stared down at his friend’s notebook in a thoughtful expression.

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After the truthfully embarrassing heart-to-heart with Kacchan, Izuku wanted to do nothing more than sink into the void for the next eternity, or at least until he gets his reminder text that he’s running late for yet another therapy session. Unfortunately neither of these options were viable seeing as he was on a self-appointed mission to catch up to his uncle. The boy hoped that uncle Shouta would still be somewhere on the premises seeing as his ugly-ass sleeping bag was still in the classroom. Izuku used that to his advantage as he gave the sleeping bag to Bandit who promptly sniffed it and began to follow the scent of a premature-midlife-crisis. Who knew that sheep could make such good hounds?

Bandit had dutifully led their owner through an ever inconvenient maze of corridors, which eventually ended with the two entering the teacher’s lounge like they had every right to be there (which they kinda did, shoutout to Nedzu!). As expected, Izuku’s uncle was in the lounge, surrounded by fellow members of staff as they tried (unsuccessfully, at least by Izuku’s standards) to get any information out of him regarding his class this year. Uncle Shouta for the most part looked like he’d rather be doing anything else and so Izuku has made an executive decision to insert himself obnoxiously into the situation.

“In my humble opinion-” he said, as he sat down next to his uncle, while Bandit jumped up on his lap “that Mineta kid should’ve been expelled. Like, we get it uncle, he has potential ” continued Izuku, as he spat the word distastefully “But how far is that potential gonna get him when all he does is harass the entire female population, like every other mediocre straight guy with self awareness of a sea cucumber?”

“A sea cucumber? Really?” asked uncle Shouta, sounding like the unimpressed bitch that he is.

“I mean don’t get me wrong” he continues, completely ignoring the unnecessary commentary “Straight people are already embarrassing as they are, but this guy is on another level, the kinda level that usually leads to a straight jacket, am I right?! Hah- I just made a pun!”

“The little listener does have a point, Shouta” replied Present Mic.

“Also, did he just say uncle ? Shouta, is there anything you’d like to tell us?” asked Midnight, you know, like a traitor.

“No”

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It wasn’t until they walked past the gates of the school that his uncle finally stopped in his tracks to voice at least a portion of the questions that have been bubbling in his mind since the impromptu family reunion with his nephew.

“Izuku” says Shouta, with as much concern as an uncle-who-you-haven’t-seen-in-almost-a-decade is allowed to voice “What the fuck?”

“Look, I heard that question far too often in my lifetime, mostly from my therapist, so you’re gonna have to be a bit more specific” replies Izuku sounding like the unimpressed bitch that he hopes to evolve into through the sheer power of genetics and generational trauma.

“Look kid-” says the hobo looking man that has the privilege of being related to Izuku as he puts his hands together, takes a deep breath and prays to whichever God he believes is not yet dead for some guidance on how to handle this “-as much as I’d love to elaborate on the sheer amount of confusion I am experiencing right now due to your questionable way of life, I do actually have to go on a patrol so this conversation is gonna have to be postponed. In the meanwhile give your mother my regards, and I’ll hopefully see you in the near future when you decide once again to wreak havoc in my classroom.”

“No” replies the freckled teen in a total disregard for other people’s prior engagements, thus truly earning his title of a problem child.

“What do you mean no ? Izuku, I have a job to do!”

Instead of replying, Izuku has decided to simply pull a pro-gamer move, by quickly taking out a familiar pair of handcuffs from the side pocket of his backpack, cuffing one side to his uncle’s hand and the other to his own. That on its own is probably not particularly impressive, however it is the speed of the action that has earned it the title of a pro-gamer move, which Izuku is quite proud of. His uncle on the other hand is definitely less so, looking at his cuffed wrist like it has somewhat betrayed him.

“Please tell me you did not just do that”

“I did not just do that”

After wasting about 10 minutes of his life on fruitless struggle of trying to get the handcuffs off like an untrained dog trying to chew off its own leash, Aizawa Shouta; the underground hero Eraserhead, the infamous Erasure Hero has slumped in defeat, internally swearing to himself to one day get revenge on his unruly nephew.

“God, I am so going to have a talk with my sister about this” he says, as if a threat of authority had any meaning to the green headed teen.

“Yeah, no shit, that’s the whole point, we’re going to my house now” replies the teen, completely disregarding any attempt at ‘ an adult asserting their authority ’ over him.

“I still have to go on a patrol tonight” repeats Shouta, as if it was somewhat relevant.

“That sounds like a you problem”

#demise!au #bnha #revival of midoriya izuku #fanfic

[soulwillower]

detention • bill denbrough

requested bill x reader : )

warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking, i think some sexual themes, and georgie denbrough: wingman of the century

this is like 3.5k god

[losers + reader are 17 in this]

♡

as you lean forward on your arms and suppress a groan, you silently wish you could be anywhere else right now. you're stuck sitting in detention, the white room empty except for the teacher lounging up front and two other students. you're staring at the clock, willing for it to hurry up and hit 4:30 so you can leave already. it's only 3:16. you groan quietly, wishing you'd never been caught scribbling graffiti in the bathroom.

you start to itch because you can basically feel eyes burning holes into the back of your head and you know it's from bill denbrough because the only other student in detention was bill's friend beverly marsh, who was dead-asleep in her seat next to bill.

you fucking loathed bill denbrough, although you didn't talk to him almost ever. you're not totally sure why, maybe it's his stupid confidence, his loud friend group (although they're all pretty nice), the fact that he's captain of the baseball team, or just because of the way he treats you. frankly, everybody that you know loves him, and that alone gives you enough motivation to resent him.

you'd met him freshman year in your shared algebra class and you'd thought he was really cute, until you heard him open his mouth. it was long ago enough that you don't remember what he'd said, but he'd made an offhand comment about you that had embarrassed you in front of the whole class. even though you can't remember what he'd said, you remember how you felt and his stupid fucking smirk and you're still very bitter.

so, you throw him glares whenever you see him - in the halls, at football games, and especially at parties after you've had a few too many fireball shots. you even stopped going to the pool where he works as a lifeguard during the summers. you don't feel bad when you say rude things to or about him because it's not like bill has ever treated you with an ounce of respect.

bev letting out a soft snore makes you snap out of your thoughts. she was actually pretty great - you'd shared a smoke with her and richie tozier a few times, so if she were awake you might've talked with her. but she's out cold, so your only options are talking to bill, trying to talk to the teacher who's name you didn't even know, or staying silent and waiting until you could leave.

looks like you're going mute until 4:30.

suddenly you feel something light hit your shoulder and you look down to see a wadded gum wrapper. you roll your eyes but don't say anything, even when you hear a soft snicker and feel another soft thud.

"alright, i gotta go use the john. i'll be right back, so don't try to pull anything fast on me." the teacher announces a few minutes later, dropping his book onto the desk loud enough to jolt beverly awake. you snort when you see her wipe her mouth with the corner of her sleeve. "and you can talk to each other, you know. this isn't breakfast club." the teacher says with a smile that makes you want to punch him.

as soon as the teacher's gone, beverly's up on her feet, slinging her bag onto her shoulder. "right, well this is kind of my window of opportunity. i'm gonna dip, later billy. bye, y/n." she says, saluting the both of you before walking straight out of the room.

your jaw drops. "can she do that?" you ask in bewilderment as the door closes. you don't even care that it's bill you're speaking to.

you hear bill laugh, "we c-can do a-anything. it's called confidence. but i guess y-you wouldn't kn-know." he taunts, his voice snarky. you roll your eyes, "well i don't see you walking out with her." you mumble, leaning back in your chair but refusing to turn around and look at him. you'd probably hit him if you had to see that stupid fucking smirk. or those green fucking eyes. or those fucking muscles.  

"well if i left now, i'd b-be robbed of some q-quality time with such p-pleasant company." he says, voice dripping with sarcasm. god, you loathed him.  

"shut the fuck up, bill. you're such a dick." you spit out, mumbling the last part as you glare at the door, wishing the teacher would come back soon.

"r-right. i forgot you were so s-sensitive." he snarks. you roll your eyes. he's such a prick. "well you're a douchebag. you're so fucking immature! who throws wrappers? this isn't third fucking grade." you spit, spinning fully in your chair to face him.

his feet are kicked up on the desk in front of him, his green hoodie bringing out his eyes. holy shit. your throat goes momentarily dry. you resent him so much but shit, he is so fucking hot.  

"that was bev, not me." he says casually, a smirk playing on his lips. you pretend not to notice his dimple or his hair, glinting under the ugly fluorescent lights. "she was asleep!" you hiss in utter disbelief that he would try such a blatant lie. he just laughs with a shrug, his mouth opening to retort, but the door opens and the teacher comes back in.

you spin back around, looking to the teacher as he frowns, "where's marsh?" he asks, becoming increasingly angrier. "who, sir?" bill pipes up. you can practically hear his smirk. "it's a-always just been us."

the man frowns, glaring at the two of you. "don't move." he says, pointing at bill and you before turning on his heel to leave again, storming off to try and find bev. you blink, "well that was a freebie."

you hear bill snort. "he's never going to f-find her."

you nod, smiling a bit. "yeah, no way. he's probably going to give up soon. teachers always get tired of this shit."

"well they're not paid enough." bill says and you hear him moving behind you. your eyebrows raise, shocked that he'd say something so... sensible. you kind of just assumed he was a meat head who only cared about himself. bill stands, walking over to where you sit on top of your desk. he leans against the one across the aisle from you.

"that's true. maybe i should leave, just to get out of his hair." you joke. he snorts, running a hand through his hair.

"i m-mean, i'm sure he's g-going to be gone until f-four thirty. he p-probably wouldn't even n-notice." bill plays along. you try not to let yourself fall into what you assume is some dumb trap - but you find yourself liking talking to him. he's still fucking annoying, though. "knowing y-you, you'd probably s-snitch, though." he says with a grin.

you glare at him, "that was one time, two years ago. get over yourself." you spit, a teasing lilt to your voice. he rolls his eyes. "s-says you, y/l/n."

you scowl again as he smirks. "and what's that supposed to mean?" you asks, your lips slightly curling and your attitude giving way to his teasing glance. he just shrugs, "n-nevermind. you know, b-besides the chronic s-sarcasm, st-stubborness, selfishness, and p-pessimism, you're not bad, y/n." he says, looking at you with inquisitive eyes. you snort, "gee, you really know how to make a girl swoon, bill."

he raises his eyebrows as if to prove his point and you have to look away before he catches on to your blush. "yeah, well. i'm still not too sure about you." you bite back, holding back a smile. he chuckles, his smile genuine and kind of making your stomach flutter. you almost punch yourself in the stomach for its betrayal. "what d-do i have to do to p-prove to you, y/n?" he whispers, pushing himself off the desk and taking a step towards you. you raise an eyebrow - if you didn't know any better, you'd say he was flirting. you hum, tapping your fingers on your thighs. "you can give me a ride home. i don't want to walk." you say with a lifted eyebrow. he may be annoying, but he has a car and you don't want to get caught, you figure he'll be a quick getaway. he grins, walking to grab his backpack. "l-lets go then, princess." he says sarcastically, making you flip him off, bending over to grab your bag and hide your blush.

bill's car is littered with empty energy drink cans, an empty fanny pack that he insisted wasn't his after your intense bullying, and his baseball bat bag in the back. he drives with one arm on the wheel and one on the center console, music playing quietly. it's a little awkward because every time one of you speaks, the other rolls their eyes and quips back something rude.

you're giving him directions but he doesn't really seem to be listening. suddenly he gets into the right lane and you sit up, looking at him like he's crazy. "my house is over there, bill." you say, pointing to the left as he turns right. he nods, keeping his eyes on the road, "sorry, w-we've got to m-make a quick st-stop."

you look at him incredulously. "what? i have my phone, you know. people will know how to track me if you murder me."

he laughs, the warm sun glinting his hair and making it glow more auburn than usual. "y-yeah, whatever. it w-won't take long. if its th-that bad, i'll buy you a m-milkshake." he reasons with an eye roll.

you knew he was being sarcastic, but you wanted to make him pay, literally, for wasting your time. "fine, but i'm getting a large. and i'm not joking." you say as he parks the car. "fine. w-whatever gets you to sh-shut up." he mutters. you snort in annoyance, looking out the window as he pulls up to an elementary school. what the hell? he lifts his brows, "but i th-thought you wanted to g-get away from me as q-quick as possible." he says with a smirk. you shrug. "free ice cream is free ice cream, no matter how shitty the company." you say with an innocent smile. he rolls his eyes but the teasing look in his eyes remains as he shakes his head at you. "y-you asshole."

you have to turn your head to conceal your grin.

it's silent in bill's car so you almost jump when hands slam against your window, making you squeal in surprise as you look up from your phone and your eyes meet another pair. "who are you?" the boy on the outside of the car asks, voice muffled by the window barrier. he can't be more than ten, and has sandy brown hair and a fucking adorable grin. you blink as bill rolls your window down, "g-get in the b-back, georgie." he says, the boy immediately obliging and jumping into the back with energy.

bill looks at you, his cheeks slightly pink and you try not to let yourself like him a little more now that you know that he picks his little brother up from school. kind of sweet for a boy like bill. certainly unexpected.

"who are you?" georgie asks again, staring at you with curious doe eyes. you smile awkwardly. "um, i'm y/n. w-we go to school together." you gesture to bill awkwardly.

"th-this is my brother georgie." bill explains, gesturing to the back as he pulls out of the parking spot. you nod at the obvious statement. "obviously. guess it's good to know you're not just kidnapping some kid." you mumble, making bill laugh. you grin despite yourself. georgie perks up, not having heard what you said. "what's so funny, billy? is it y/n?" he asks, pronouncing your name slightly wrong. you smile, lifting a brow at bill.

something about this car ride is making you see him in a new light - bill listens so intently to what georgie says, who in turn asks a million questions about bill's day and even yours. it's cute, their relationship.

when he pulls ups outside of what you assume is the denbrough house, bill turns back to look at his younger brother. "are you guys dating? are you going to kiss her? you should kiss her, billy!" georgie giggles, asking with genuine curiosity. you have to bite your hand to stop from screaming, feeling absolutely mortified. bill looks just as exasperated. "g-georgie, get out of the car." "but where are you going?" georgie asks. "i'm t-taking her home, g-georgie. go get st-started on your homework and i'll b-be back to help in a little." bill says with a groan, avoiding looking at you. "okay, bye billy! bye, y/n!" the boy says, completely oblivious to how awkward he'd just made it. as soon as he's gone, you look at bill. his jaw is clenched as he throws the car in reverse, speeding out of his neighborhood. it's awkward now, and you're so uncomfortable that you blurt out the first thing you can think of, "so are you still gonna get me that shake?"

bill seems to bounce back almost immediately from that awkward drive to his house, looking at you with a blinding and cocky smile. "f-fine, but don't expect me to have f-f-fun or anything." "i would never dream of it, bill." you say with a teasing smile of your own. "wouldn't want to tarnish your reputation, golden boy."

you moan, spooning a bite of your shake into your mouth. "thank you, bill. this is very much deserved, you know. i think i forgive you for kidnapping me." you tease, knowing you're being immature but kind of really liking the way he looks when you push his buttons. bill scoffs, "i sn-snuck you out of d-detention and b-bought you a shake, if that's c-considered kidnapping then y-you're lucky." you laugh softly, admiring his side profile as his car coasts down derry's main street. the sun's almost setting by now, and despite your better judgement you find yourself enjoying bill's company. "my fucking hero. you're quite a character, you know." you say sarcastically, but adding the second part softly. "y-you too, y/l/n. i-if you weren't so stubborn i th-think we'd be p-pretty close." "oh, is that so?" you ask slyly, your stomach swimming with butterflies as bill pulls up to a stoplight and looks at you, suddenly flustered. "i-i didn't mean- w-well, i j-just meant-"

you cut him off with a hand to his arm, the red from the stoplight glinting onto his face and making him look handsome in the shadows. "i'm just messing with you, bill." you say softly, "i think i was... wrong about you. for the most part."

he smirks, leaning towards you when he notices that your hand is still around his arm. you blush more at the proximity than your hand still being on him, but you pull your hand back to your lap. "so are y-you gonna c-confess that you've b-been in love with me for y-years, y/n?" he asks teasingly. you scoff, unable to help it when your eyes trail to his lips quickly. but you still roll your eyes. what a dick.

"you fucking wish." you say back, staring at him as he leans closer and for a second you think he's going to fucking kiss you but a loud honk makes you both jump.

neither of you have noticed that the light's turned green.

"fuck." bill mutters lowly, groaning. you bite your lip, trying to stop your mind from taking that noise out of context, instead staring ahead as he turns into your neighborhood. it's only a few minutes of silence until you tell him to pull over into your driveway. your milkshake was now gone and you sigh as he throws his car into park.

"thank you for the ride home. and for the shake." you say with a smile. he grins at you, shrugging as if to say it was no big deal.

"n-no problem." he mutters, staring at you. "you're not as an-nnoying as i thought. i didn't totally h-hate it." he teases, making you snort. you use your empty cup as an excuse to lean over the center console and get closer to him. he watches you with slightly hooded eyes and a smirk that kind of makes you want to slap him, but also kiss him.

"so, do you pull these moves on all the girls? have you turned georgie into your little wingman?" you tease.

he blushes as he undoes his seatbelt, prompting you to do the same. "n-not at all, oh my g-god. he's used to r-richie or eddie being in the car, s-so he p-probably a-assumed... i mean, he's... he's a kid. d-doesn't know what h-he's saying." he shrugs, stumbling through his words. you don't mind, though.

you smile, biting your lip when you notice his eyes flicker down to your mouth, "i don't know, i think he was onto something." you whisper. bill hums, boldly placing his hand on your cheek. his eyes are still trained on your lips. you flush under his touch, his hand feeling huge against you. you're extremely nervous and yet very, very excited.

"well i'd h-hate to disappoint him. o-or you, princess."

"too late. you disappoint me every day." you tease, your smile giving yourself away at his nickname. he chuckles, his thumb stroking your cheekbone slightly, "sh-shut up." he mumbles lowly.

and then he's pulling your lips to his.

you breathe in through your nose, hands immediately coming up to his shoulders as your body leans against the console, kissing him back. it's soft at first, and his lips are plush and he's squeezing your hips.

you never imagined that you'd like kissing bill denbrough, let alone that he'd be this good. you sigh quietly as he deepens the kiss, his other hand falling to your waist. one of your hands goes to the back of his neck, threading your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. his hand brushes your hair behind your ear as he kisses you passionately. he breaks the kiss slowly, your lips staying together slightly as he pulls away. he kisses you again softly and quickly before pulling all the way back.

you stare at him, a smile unable to stop itself from covering your face. you don't feel embarrassed, though, because bill's got one identical to yours. the way bill's looking at you makes you feel embarrassed; you've always treated each other unfairly but he's actually a pretty great guy. it's quiet until you hear a window slide closed up at your house, and you clear your throat.

"um, i should... i should probably go get started on homework." you say, sure that your blush is evident. he's smirking at you as you stumble awkwardly through your sentence. he hums in agreement, watching your every move. your face is on fire, but as you turn to him, opening the door to leave, you lean back in, pressing another kiss to his lips. he chases your face as you pull away, and you bite your lips as you smile at him.

"g-goodnight, y/n." he says as you shut the door. you lean slightly on the open window, looking at him. you really want to stay, but you know you have to go in. "thanks, bill. goodnight." you whisper, pulling away from the car with a shy wave, turning to go up to your front door.

"i still kind of h-hate you, but i b-better see you again sometime s-soon!" he calls as you make your way through your lawn. you smile at his words, feeling excited.

"well take me out then, denbrough!" you say, turning to walk backwards up your lawn. he's grinning at you from his car.

"f-friday! i'll pick you up at s-seven. i promise g-georgie won't be there!" he calls, ducking to maintain eye contact. you giggle, nodding, "alright, bill. i'll see you then." you say, waving and turning around to jog up the steps to your front door.

you giggle to yourself, feeling giddy as you think about the complete 180 of how you perceived bill from this morning to now. he's got you blushing like a middle schooler who just had her first kiss, and you love it.

maybe bill wasn't as bad as you thought.

#bill denbrough x reader #bill denbrough #georgie denbrough #beverly marsh #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #stanley uris #mike hanlon #ben hanscom #the losers club #losers club x reader #beverly marsh x reader #eddie kaspbrak x reader #richie tozier x reader #stanley uris x reader #mike hanlon x reader #ben hanscom x reader #My writing

[secret-engima]

Seer LC OC Intro HCs/Profile

-Her name is Cyra. It means “like the sun” apparently and I have no idea how to pronounce it but in my head it’s like SIGH-ra and that sounds pretty.

-Very inspired by V of DMC-5 who gave me the idea for an LC OC with a cane in the first place. Therefore she has very pale skin, black-blue eyes, and very wavy black hair. She keeps it cut short to like- her chin because it’s easier to manage that way. She also has some tattoos on her arms and neck, but I haven’t decided if they be dragon scales (in honor of her past life as an Au Ra) or something else.

-Is 4′10″ of pure sarcasm and magical intuition.

-Is a reborn WoL Summoner, but her memories are ... patchy and she tries not to think of them. She still has her Carbuncles tho so not everything is terrible.

-She’s the result of Regis have a drunken night with a very pretty Altissian woman when he was Altissia during the Road Trip. This is ... a mild problem for Cyra because Regis’s “date” that night was with a NOBLEWOMAN. Who was part of one of Altissia’s oldest (read: snobbiest) noble families.

-Noble Family Was Not Pleased. But Cyra’s mom never got Regis’s name, so they couldn’t track him down to insist he marry her, so instead they hushed it up and married her to one of their branch members who had black hair so they could pretend Cyra wasn’t an Oops Baby.

-Cyra’s parents are wonderful human beings. The rest of her family are Not.

-Cyra’s magic is Weird and it causes her Joint and Pain Problems that nobody can properly diagnose even if its provable enough and bad enough she gets medication for them, and since her parents have kept her magic a secret from the rest of the family for Good Reasons her cousins/aunts/uncles often make fun of her for it and insist she’s just trying to get attention.

-Cyra can and has smacked people between the legs Very Hard with her cane for saying this to her face.

-Cyra is aware that she has Seer powers in the form of a very annoying and heightened intuition that makes her do random stuff sometimes MONTHS or YEARS in advance for a Thing without ever telling her what the Thing is. She calls it Susurrus and perceives it as an annoying male voice in her head randomly giving her instructions/clues like the world’s most unhelpful game tutorial that you can turn off. Why Susurrus and why male voice? Because guys are annoying but at least they don’t screech like the harpies Cyra regrettably has to call her cousins next question.

-Cyra used her Seer powers and her own natural heightened intelligence/maturity from being a reborn WoL to escape Altissia to a fancy Insomnian college at 14. Proceeded to intentionally STAY in college until she was 18 and a legal adult so she didn’t have to automatically return to Altissia barring extenuating circumstances. Is now the tired owner of two Masters because Everything She Does Is Overkill.

-At 18 she opens a second hand bookshop-cafe on the very borders of Little Galahd even though she isn’t Galahdian because the rates are cheap and No Noble Would Ever Come There so she doesn’t have to deal with the gossip circles anymore. It has a surprisingly spacious two-bedroom apartment on top so her biggest issue is getting down the stairs in the morning (this is what her spare cane she always leaves at the bottom of the stairs is for, because warping is so much easier than stairs but shhhhhh).

-She names her bookshop-cafe Second Sight. Totally because she sells second-hand books and you use sight to read said books. Totally. It’s not a sarcastic and bitter jab at her own foresight. Totally not. Nope. No idea what you’re talking about.

-She meets bby Prompto when the boy wanders into her shop looking for a book. All her red flags go up because this kiddo is not dressed like he’s from this sector. How far did he walk to get here and where are his parents?

-He basically has no parents. They’re always busy. He lives in the empty house all alone 90% of the time while they do business trips and conferences.

-Well.

-Who wants to abuse her college connections, her vast array of Susurrus-spawned favors, and her noble family name (without their knowing) to take custody of Prompto and become a 19 year old Mom with Joint Problems?

-Cyra. Apparently.

-Meets Libertus a few years after the Prompto Incident when he comes sniffing around in hopes of getting a new copy of a rare book that got ruined (STOP EXPERIMENTING WITH SPELLS IN MY APARTMENT CROWE). Decides he LIKES this place because it’s quiet and calm and the tea is good and he can read in peace without worrying about one of his idiots crashing in or setting something on fire because they don’t know this bookshop exists.

-Cyra and Libertus get along pretty well. Prompto likes him too so that’s a bonus. They are Casual Friends who are maybe contemplating asking the other out on a date but haven’t worked up the nerve yet.

-Until one day he comes in to find her quietly having a meltdown in the back because her Jerk Family Head just called insisting she come back to Altissia to marry a NIF NOBLE. And if she doesn’t comply they’ll cut off her medical support (which she does need, she has medication to take for her chronic pain).

-Libertus would like you to believe he is the Braincell of his group. He really, really would. He is the mature, sensible one who does NOT impulsively jump into things.

-Totally not. Never an impulsive, life-changing decision in his life.

-On a different topic, he knows an officials guy in the marriage license office who does elopements for Galahdian couples that don’t want to bother with Lucian Wedding Nonsense and the guy owes him a favor and no matter what else is wrong with being a glaive, being a royal soldier means AWESOME healthcare for self and spouses and kids.

-Wanna get married to spite your relatives while simultaneously escaping their thumb and getting to keep your kid and your shop?

-Cyra uses her cane to pull Libertus down for a kiss. He’s assuming that’s a yes.

-It only occurs to Lib a week later when Nyx walks in on him packing his stuff to move to Cyra’s apartment (since a condition of the Healthcare Thing is that spouses have to be living in the same place and like pyre he’s making the woman with the cane have to walk up and down Little Galahd’s network of stairs and bumpy roads to get to her shop everyday) and demands to know WHAT LIB IS DOING that Libertus realizes he... forgot ... to tell Nyx. Or anyone else in the glaive other than Captain who is probably just now finding the paperwork detailing his change in status.

-....Oops?

-All the Glaive in Unison: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU GOT MARRIED A WEEK AGO WITHOUT TELLING US????????

#Secret Engima Rambles #Seer LC verse #hi yes pls love her #libertus/cyra #Cyra (OC) #ffxv #ffxv au #wherein a bookshop au saves the world

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Humans are Space Orcs “Stress”

I thought about this idea during finals week for obvious reasons. As for some of the other stuff, I am still trying to figure out what I want to do. My motivation likes to come and go at odd moments, so the longer, more complicated stuff that requires research is eluding me at the moment, but I hope you all like it :) 

Humanity was crafted in the fire of adversity. On a planet where everything is stronger, faster, and more dangerous than them, they still manage reign supreme. Looking back at their history, the human came down from the trees and developed primarily on hot, hostile prairies of Africa relying on their small bands of family to keep them safe.

Due to the hostile nature of their planet the human has one of the most remarkable and advanced reactions to stress in the sympathetic response of their body, known as the fight or flight system. In response to say, sight of a predator, the human brain immediately releases stress hormones into the blood activating adrenaline and cortisol production. In states like these humans, run faster, jump higher, react quicker, feel less pain, increase their strength, and recognize more frames per second (described by humans as the world slowing down). Additionally the sympathetic response shuts down all parasympathetic actions, which include digestion, growth, ovulation, sex drive, hunger, and other additional functions.

However, this remarkable stress system, which the humans are renowned for, has one horrible downside….. The human body cannot tell the difference between the stress of a predator attack or the stress of a long-term work environment. The human body reacts to deadlines the same way it evolved to react to the chase on the prairies thousands of years ago. Chronic stress is one of the largest dangers posed to your human companions, and should be taken seriously. Long term effects of stress can results in depressed immune systems, sickness, skin problems, high blood pressure, cardiovascular issues, digestive issues, sexual dysfunction, depression, anxiety etc.

Chronic stress is a human’s worst enemy.

***

“I swear by all nine circles of Dante’s hell that if the assembly refuses to hear me out than we are going to have galaxy wide rioting on our hands, and you know who is going to have to deal with it. Me, yeah that’s right, me, just like every other riot, protest, demonstration and sit-in this side of the sector. Just let them be together if they really want, just get them immunized first, Damn!” Commander Vir marched onto the bridge angrily pulling on his jacket and throwing himself down in the Captain’s chair, “Four hours of sleep last night, four, and I have to tell you I am sick and tired of this shit. LIEUTENANT!”

“Yes, Sir.” She asked hesitantly

“What do we have TODAY? What could have possible gone wrong on this fine morning?” The man snarled sarcastically. Krill glanced at Sunny with a worried expression. This was hardly behavior they had come to expect from their friend.

“Well sir, paperwork, as usual, and then you have a conference with the GA at 9, and a report due to the Fleet Admiral at 10. Captain Kamma and Captain Roll need your opinion on dealing with a Finneri dispute over airspace in the Alpha sector, plus the ship is due for routine maintenance, but there is still a little matter about that Vrul scientist that the GA wants transported back to HQ. If you have the reports, I can send them in now…..” She trailed off.

Commander Vir took a deep breath and rested his forehead against one hand messaging his temples, “I haven’t finished the reports yet, I haven’t had enough time to finish the reports, I was doing more important things than finishing the reports like…. Oh, I don’t know trying to put down riots and prevent luting. I think humanity’s public image is more important than some stupid piece of paper. Kind of hard to get anything done when you are trying to keep the entirety of the GA to stop seeing humans as violent militants.”

“Sir, I can-“

“No, I will have the stupid reports done, just give me an hour.” He stood from his chair, “Walk with me.” The supporting crew barely had time to leap from their seats and follow after the man as he marched out of the room. Usually silent, the prosthetic on his leg whirred with excess power as if aware of the man’s agitation. Sunny followed behind the only one able to keep up without jogging. She held Krill by the hand as he floated behind her. Commander Vir answered rapid fire questions left and right as he marched on down the hall. A marine appeared form one of the side halls.

“Captain,”

“Make it quick, Corporal.” The man fell into a jogging step beside him.

“Uh, yes Commander, there seems to be a problem.” A single green eye turned upon the man and narrowed. The entire crew stiffened a little. Krill hid behind Sunny’s bulk. The entire crew had been on edge for weeks now. All of them begged to whatever deity out there that things would get better for their Commander. The crew, once so laid back, and relaxing now found themselves in an enviornment of stress like a rubber band close to sapping, all caused by a triangular ripple effect coming down from on high. When the Commander wasn’t happy, no one was.

Generally, goofy, friendly, social, and fun, the man had slowly grown, irritable, reclusive, and tense as sarcasm and jokes began to fly right over his head….. Accept for the biter angry kind.

“What NOW.”

“Well, sir, the last armament shipment….. well they got our order wrong. We got only two cases of .223.” The man had to speed up a little to keep up

“Two cases! The F*ck are we supposed to do with that. We needed two Pallets not two cases.”

“Yes sir, I know but-“

“Ahg never mind, I’ll call in to the supply department later.” He coughed once or twice, wiping his mouth before pushing past the marine and into the chow hall marching up to the coffee maker and angrily shoving mug under the nozzle. Another glance was exchanged between Sunny and Krill, the man didn’t drink coffee at least he hadn’t until about a week ago. All around, the breakfast crowd looked up from their meals nervously fiddling with their forks and spoons as they watched.

Cup filled up, the man turned in a circle.

It all seemed to happen in slow motion. Could it have been the unusual power of the prosthetic, the fact that he turned in the direction of his missing eye, or could it have just been coincidence that his leg knocked against the counter sending a wave of hot liquid over his arm and onto the floor as the cup dropped from his hands. The entire room went silent, which only made the shattering of the glass louder followed by the string of abusive, vulgar curses spilling form the man’s mouth that much more poignant. Sure, he wasn’t opposed to cursing, but THAT was excessive.

He waved his arm hissing in pain. Before growing silent, horribly silent. The entire room was still hands raised halfway to their mouths food dripping form forks. He stood very still shoulders hunched hands clenched into half claws.  From their position, Krill and sunny watched as the man’s slow, even breathing began to speed up, blood rushed up to his face, a vein pulsed in his neck.

The expression that came over the human’s face was one of pure animal rage completely out of place in such a setting. Humans and Drev alike ducked for cover, especially telling when it came to the humans, as the man spun in a circle and violently ripped the machine from the wall and throwing it to the floor. Glass and plastic shattered, but that didn’t seem to be enough. The advanced military prosthetic, sensing his anger, whirred to life powerful hydraulics and pistons crackling to life as he engaged the foot. Metal screeched and screamed as it was crushed. Crewmembers cowered further under their tables as the wreckage was kicked violently into the air. The power of the prosthetic sent it halfway across the room where it smashed into the ground shattering whatever piece of equipment was left.

Then slowly they looked up watching as the man spun in an agitated circle, paced to the right, then to the left before screaming through his teeth and running out of the room leaving a scene of carnage behind him.

***

Krill and Sunny found him three hours later forced to explain to the admiral and the GA of the commander’s absence.

They found him in a service tunnel running the side of the engine room sitting in the red emergency lights on the floor with his legs curled to his chest, and his arms about his dog’s neck. The animal had her head resting on his shoulder tail tucked between her legs as if she knew something was terribly wrong.

Sunny had trouble squirming through the close opening, but eventually hauled her bulk into the small space, “Adam?”

The man didn’t look up but a desperate chuckle broke from his lips cracked and breathless, “Great, just what I needed, for you guys to see me like this…… what did the admiral say? Am I fired?”

Krill scuttled around the side of Sunny squeezing himself past her bulk with a huff, “Commander, why would they fire you. Preposterous, that doesn’t make any sense.”

Sunny managed to make it to her knees and then into a low crouch, “Vir, the Admiral actually said that…. Now maybe you’ll understand because I didn’t and I quote, ‘I’m impressed the boy managed to make it this long, my first breakdown was two weeks after I started, and I nearly ran my car into a tree.”

The dog whimpered as the man lifted his head, throwing it back with a shaky breath, “You don’t have to try and make me feel better Sunny. The damage is done, I messed up, and I lost in in front of the crew like a child, and I can’t help but think about how much of a jackass I’ve been for the last few weeks. I’m garbage at this, I should never have taken the job.”

Krill huffed scuttling down the short hallway and over to the man, “Oh what is it you humans say…… pity party is over. Man up and talk to us, you are being horribly illogical, and that is something I cannot abide. Start from the beginning and tell us what’s wrong so we can fix it. You ARE the commander of this ship and you deserve to be here, so might as well fix the problem while we can.”

Fifteen minute later, Krill had ushered them out of the engine room and back to his infirmary where the Commander now hunched on the edge of one of the beds elbows resting on his knees as he stared down at the floor. Krill bustled around him like krill always did examining his burned arm, if there was a problem, he fixed it. That’s just the way he was, Sunny listened.

He rubbed the sides of his head again, “I’ve just been so….. Stressed, I have so much to do, and I don’t have enough time, everyone is counting on me, and now with the riots…. I just….. my body is falling apart, I can’t sleep, I can’t eat because when I do I get nauseous, my head hurts all the time, I’ve bene sick for like…. I don’t know, a month. Feels like my heart never slows down, and someone has their hand around my chest just…. Squeezing. Plus.” He lifted up his shirt exposing his pale stomach, and the livid red bumps across his stomach raised and strangely discolored, “I broke out in hives yesterday, haven’t done that since I was a kid.”

Krill paused shooting the man a glower, hands resting on his hip equivalent, “And you never thought to, oh I don’t know talk to a DOCTOR because you don’t have one of those just conveniently lying around.”

Vir rubbed the back of his neck with a sigh, “I…. its stress related Krill, there’s nothing you can do medically for me.” Sunny had moved at this point slowly walking over towards her two friends, and before Krill or Vir could say anything, she pulled the man into her arms, all four of them, and hugged him lifting him completely and easily off the ground. He went quiet in surprise and Krill looked up at her in annoyance.

“Hugs are good for humans. Supposed to relieve stress…. I think.” Sunny said. She thought for a moment he would pull away, but after a few seconds he sagged against her read resting against her chest. Krill relented with a sigh and stepped back.

A muffled voice, “What am I supposed to do Sunny?”

Krill tapped one of his feet on the floor, “The way I see it, Commander, there is only one logical course of action.”

***

The crew watched from where they sat or stood around the chow hall, on or around the tables as the man, their Commander, awkwardly shuffled his feet and stared down at the floor, “I…. have to apologize to…. To all of you for my….. Deplorable behavior lately. “He took a deep breath and looked up with clear difficulty, “The way I have been acting is very unprofessional, and the outbursts are just as bad. I know there are no excuses for what I have done, and I take responsibility but I have been under a lot of stress lately, and I am still learning how to deal with it.”

Some members of the crowd nodded along with him, some frowned, but the vast majority gave encouraging smiles. “That’s alright, Commander, we understand.” Someone said from the back followed by a chorus of agreement.

One of the marines stood up, “We forgive you, Commander, and I have one word for you….” He turned to the room and waved his hand in a wide arc over his head, “Delegation.”

“Delegation?” The man questioned

“Yeah.” The marine said, “Like since you’re a boss you can make everyone else do the work for you.”

The commander shook his head, “I no… I couldn’t”

Just then the lieutenant took to her feet, “Just hear him out, sir. He’s right, you’ve been trying to do everything yourself, and it isn’t healthy. There are plenty of things you can outsource. I mean some of the other captains have specialties in certain areas, and you could put them in charge. And here, on the crew, you could appoint someone as the head of a sector, and just have them report in. They can deal with the little stuff and you can do the big stuff. For instance, I’m great at writing, I was an English major before joining the army, so I can write the reports….. and no offence, but you suck ass at writing… sir.”

The crew broke out into laughter, Vir grinned sheepishly, “Alright, maybe you have a point.”

Other members of the crew agreed, “You’re forgetting we’ve had almost as much contact with E.Ts as you, sir. We can deal with some of the little stuff, so you don’t have to worry.”

The commander took a seat on one of the tables facing the crowd, “I just don’t want it to seem like I’m pawning all my work off on others.”

Another crewmember waved the comment off, “Give us some credit, we know you better than that. Besides everyone deserves a little downtime.”

“Yeah a little stress relief is good. Man you need to get some kind of hobby.” The marine who spoke leaned over towards his companion and quietly…. But not to quietly whispered, “Either that, or get laid.”

The comment hadn’t been quiet enough, and a row of marines broke into fits of giggling. Vir flushed bright red trying to ignore the comment, “Alright, first thing’s first, we need to have a meeting, decide how to divide things up. I’m thinking the marines, the bridge crew a -“ A glare from Krill silenced him, “Of course…. We can talk about that tomorrow….. you…. Are all dismissed.”

The crew shifted to their feet. A few of the marines walked past still laughing causing the blush to flare up again. The marine that had spoken shoved him lightly, “You’re such a boy scout, you know that right?” Vir grumbled as he moved past. The marine turned to walk backwards down the hallway, “Come on man, just saying great stress relief. Woman, dude…… alien if you’re into that.”

Vir raised his hands, “Ok, ok, stop, I get it.” More laughter as the marines walked away. He sighed, but was immediately accosted from behind. The floor fell out from under him, and suddenly his only view was blue armor, “F***, Sunny what the hell.”

She shifted him into a more comfortable position over her shoulder, “This is a hostage situation. You will not be released till you get at least eight hours of sleep, there are no other options.”

Vir sighed, “Guess I don’t have much say.”

“Nope.”

Stress is a human’s worst enemy, and it is our job to make sure our humans stay healthy.

#humans are space orcs #humans are space australians #humans are space oddities #humans are weird #Earth is space Ausralia #earth is a deathworld

[trashforgubler]

Anchor

Word Count: 1k

Summary: You’re a pediatric nurse who is coming home from the worst day at work and Spencer comforts you

Extra Info: This was a request but it was made so long ago (because I’m obviously a chronic procrastinator) that it got lost in my inbox, so if you made this request please comment or message me and I will give you credit! :) Also this fic is titled after the song “Anchor” by Novo Amor which is a GOAT of a song

Warnings: Angst, talk of child death, talk of parent death, talk of car crash

Requests: Open

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Today has been exhausting. Two different families, two different kids, both of which were now dead. God, out of all the specialties, why on earth did you choose pediatric trauma? You unlock the door to the apartment and stepped inside, throwing your coat into the corner of the room as you always do. You slide your keys across the kitchen counter and sit down on the stool, resting your elbows on the table and your head in your hands.

“Rough day?”

Looking behind you, you see Spencer with his hands in his pockets. You laugh a sarcastic, tired sort of laugh, the one you only do because if you don’t laugh you’ll cry, and you prefer dark humor over complete misery.

“Yeah I guess.”

“Come here.” He pulls you up from the stool and walks you over to the couch, sitting you down with your favorite blanket (the violet fuzzy one he bought for you while he was out on a case).  With the blanket wrapped snuggly around your shoulders, he places his arms around your back and pulls you into him. “What happened?” he asks.

You bite your lip, a nervous tic you’ve always had. It’s not that your nervous to talk to him, but more so to talk about you. You have always preserved yourself as a happy person, which is why you wanted to work with kids. You love seeing the smile on their faces when you “make their owies go away”, and you have a secret superpower when it came to crying babies. But as with everything, working with injured kids has a downside. Death. You know that talking to Spencer always makes it better, or more manageable at least. He could rationalize your thoughts like no one else could, you just never want to start talking. You do anyways.

“There was a car accident,” you begin, already feeling your eyes start to burn. Spencer wraps his arm tighter around you as you start. “A truck sped through a red light, hitting a car. Then that car spun out and hit a second one.” Your voice is flat and unwavering, as if your mind was trying to protect you from pain and yet you still felt everything from the pain of losing them to the pain of having to relive it now. “There was a kid in each car. A four year old boy named Tyler, and a six year old girl named Maddy.”

Spencer nods slightly at each detail you provided. He purses his lips upon hearing the ages of the kids, already knowing how the story would end. In many ways, he hates your job. He hates seeing you like this, hates watching your usual demeanor fade away as you recount the day you just had. Before he met you, he thought that catching serial killers was the scariest job, he’s since changed his mind. Watching little kids die as you hold their hand was far worse.

“They came into the ER, I took Maddy into the trauma room and started an exam. She was crying, asking me where her mommy and daddy where.” You pause and look down at your hands, blinking rapidly as you try to control the tears threating to fall down your cheeks.

“Where were her parents?” Spencer asks softly, almost as if he thought speaking too loud might break you.

“DOA.”

Silence filled the room as you speak the words. Dead on arrival. You take a deep breath and continue.

“I just kept saying they were being taken care of, I couldn’t lie to her and say they were fine, but I couldn’t tell her the truth either.” Your voice comes out strangled, tired from holding back tears. “We noticed she had a large head laceration, so we brought her up to CT and…” you have to pause again to wipe away a stray tear as you recall it. “She wouldn’t stop crying for her mom. We were trying to get her to stay still because we needed a clear scan, but she couldn’t stop crying. When the CT came back we saw that she was bleeding internally, so we were about to bring her to the OR but she started seizing. We finally got the seizure under control after we pushed meds but uh…” your voice breaks as you prepare yourself for what you were going to say next. “She was gone.” A stream of tears came as you finally let go, allowing your body to feel everything all at once. Spencer wraps both his arms around you and pulled you into his chest, holding you tightly.

“You did everything you could.” He says gently.

You trembled against him as sadness swept over you.

“She- she was only six Spence.” You cry

“I know, I know. What do you need?” he asks you.

You shrug because that’s all you can do. You didn’t know. You can’t think of anything right now besides that little girl who lost everything right in front of you, all because of a drunk driver who blew a stupid light. The people who always told you “life isn’t fair” really weren’t lying. The drunk driver walked away with nothing more than a few scratches, while four people died, including two kids, and the parents of the little boy will never be the same. You know you will never forget the cries of that little girl, calling out for her dead parents. How could you?

“You make me so proud, you know that?” Spencer says

“Why?” You can’t begin to fathom how anyone could be proud of you. A six year old just died under your watch, and now you’re a crying mess on the couch.

“Because you’re brave,” he explains, “you know what happens to these kids every day and yet you still go in and work and save lives. You save their lives. And no, you don’t save everyone, but you keep going anyways.”

“I’m not brave Spence. I’m scared of everything. I’m terrified walking into work every day because I know something like this could happen. I’m terrified holding someone’s child’s life in my hands. That doesn’t sound brave.”

“Being brave doesn’t mean you’re fearless, Y/N, it just means you don’t let your fear get to you.”

You nod knowing he’s right. He’s always right.

#Criminal Minds #criminal minds angst #criminal minds fanfic #spencer reid #fanfiction #fanfic #angst #fanfiction angst #writing #writer #criminal minds #criminal minds fic

[tessxomarie]

Saving You - Part I

*Hi everyone! First, I need to shoutout @hellosupernaturaldoctor​  for giving me advice and the confidence to even attempt this. This is my very first time writing any fan-fiction and the first time I’ve decided to post any of my writing some place other than a word doc. I’ve had this idea for this story since mid-season of the Mayans, and after the finale I put all my thoughts into a story. It starts off slow, but I promise what I have in store next will be worth it! PS, Any feedback is appreciated! - This story takes place a few months after the season one finale. Ez is now a newly patched in member, Alvarez is still working for Galindo; things have been quiet as of late, well for the most part.*

It’s a Friday afternoon, I’m just getting off of work. It’s hot as fuck outside – guess that’s the price you pay when you live in the desert. I lazily gather my purse from the backroom, before I step foot outside, I redo my hair. What was once a cute pony tail this morning has turned into a mangled mess. As my luck would have it, my hair tie snaps as soon as I go to wrap it around a third time. “Fuck.” I mumble to myself. I always wear an extra hair tie on my wrist, but I cannot have a naked wrist. “Fine, a mangled mane I will have. It’s fine, it’s fine.” I whisper to myself. If I don’t leave here now, I will lose all sanity I have left. Man, what a shit show day today has been, this heat must be getting to the kids. Two broken wrists, a broken arm, a no helmet incident and a random summer cold. I didn’t get puked or shit on, and no kid attempted to kick or hit, so I call today’s shit show a success. Just as I’m about to leave, one of my co-workers stops me, “Leah, good work today. You kept that broken arm kid really calm. Keep it up.” Elena tells me with a smile. “Thanks, Elena. I’m just doing my job, but I always welcome feedback, so thanks again.” I say to her as I head out the back door. It’s 4:30pm, I’ve been on the clock since 6am, one would think I deserve to simply go home and use my complex’s pool – oh one can dream. But nope, I’m still on the clock but I guess you could call this gig more of an always “on-call” service.

I pull up in my old school blacked out Jeep Grand Cherokee about twenty minutes after I leave the clinic to the Romeo Brothers Scrapyard, also known as the headquarters for the Mayans MC.  

Chucky greets me, per usual. “Greetings Nurse Aleeah.” He says to me with a big smile and a salute. I let out a giggle as I always do whenever someone says my full name…I rarely ever go by it, but around here, I hear it more than I have in years. But Chucky, oh Chucky– how does one describe a chronic masturbator who has a good heart and is part of the biker world without truly being a biker? I guess I just did, didn’t I? “Hey Chucky, how are you?” I ask as I park and exit my Jeep. “I am well, swell actually. I have no complaints today.” Chucky answers with a big smile. “Good, I’m glad to hear that.” I say as I give his arm a friendly squeeze. “The boys need your assistance, I don’t know details but clearly someone got messed up hence why you are here.” Chucky explains in typical Chucky fashion.I roll my eyes as I stand in front of the clubhouse. “It’s always something with these boys, huh?” I rhetorically ask. Chucky nods his head and heads back to the office. I walk up the steps and take a deep breath before I enter the clubhouse. This club is like a box of chocolates, you never know what the fuck you’re going to get so it’s best you just grin and bear it. Is it just a cut from a broken beer bottle? Did a fight break out and there is blood everywhere? A bullet wound? A stabbing wound? A rat bite? Like I said, you just never know. I open the doors and pray today is nothing major. “Have no fear, your favorite RN is here.” I announce as I enter the clubhouse and strike a pose in the doorway.  “Umm, isn’t it RN BSN?” Riz corrects as he stands and greets me. “Have I told you that you’re my favorite?” I reply with a playful wink and smile, it does make me truly happy that these guys acknowledge and are proud of my accomplishments. “Hola Aleeah.” Riz says to me while we greet with a warm hug, per usual. “Hey, I spy my favorite nurse!” Gilly shouts from across the room. Creeper, Hank and Taza also wave from the card table. “Greetings gentlemen, you all seem to be in one piece.” I say as I mosey around the few tables between me and the guys. “Although that pleases me, who is the one who called up 1-800-Rescue Nurse?” I sarcastically spit, which receives some laughs from the guys. “They’re in church.” Hank points towards the door. “They? Plural?” I ask looking at Riz, and he nods to confirm. “Jesus Christ.” I say palming my face. “Lee Baby!” Coco shouts from exiting church and walking over to me with open arms. “Ah, Coco Loco.” I reply with a smile and we hug. “How are you doing, Coco?” I ask after we break our embrace. “A lot better than your next two victims.” He replies, him not making much eye contact and that just gives it away – I know automatically who my victims are. “You gotta be kidding me? They got into it again?!” All Coco does is nod and look down at the floor. “How bad?” I ask. “What do you mean? How bad do they look? Or how bad is it between them?” Coco asks me. I shake my head with disgrace. I angrily take my steps towards church and I aggressively open the door. “Damn, she is pissed.” I hear Creeper’s echo as I close the door, as soon I enter the room. Looking at the table, I see them. One is at one end, the other one on the opposite end. I drop my nurse’s bag on the table and cross my arms. “You two have some damn nerve - getting into it again. Jesus. You’re fucking brothers, you are blood – blood don’t do this shit.” I yell with anger and confusion. Silence fills the air as the guys look at each other and up at me. Bishop then looks over to me and quirks an eyebrow and half smile. “Excuse my poor manners, Bish. Your boys tend to make me lose all sanity I have left at the end of a work week.” I tell him as I walk over and give him a warm embrace. “Oh Leah, you’re fine. I know this shit has been out of control recently.” Bishop pauses and looks over to the guys. He takes a deep breath. “I’ll let you handle them now. I’ll be outside if you need a referee.” Bishop exits and I just stand there, crossed arms again. Both boys refuse to look me in the eye, but instead stare each other down. “Are you just going to stand there?” Angel seethes. I let out a sarcastic laugh. “Give me one good reason as to why I should fix the both of you up? Huh? Because as I see it, this is the fourth time this month…THIS MONTH!  Angel, please, humor me and explain to me why the fuck I should tend to your wounds yet again? Maybe if I let you both be, you’ll learn these fights aren’t worth it.” I take a deep breath myself, and I run my hand through my tangled hair, which I then end up putting up in a pony tail right after, I’ll just have to remember to find another hair tie to wear on my wrist later.   “Alright, I’m sorry I went off. You two, you two just frustrate me.” I say holding my hands up mimicking a surrender. I take another breath and look between the boys. My gaze is drawn to EZ, probably because he’s the easier one out of the two. “Okay, EZ, I see that nasty cut on your cheek, oh and your hand – good going big brother.” I say as I look over to Angel. He looks away the moment I look his way. “Shocker, EZ gets to be first yet again.” Angel chirps. “Seriously?” I snap. “I’m over here fucking bleeding, I could be dying but all you and anyone ever cares about is Ezekiel.”   “Shut it Angel, just shut it, please.” I beg. I start to tend to EZ’s war wounds; some cuts, a nasty one on his cheek – I’m guessing Angel’s rings got the best of him this time around. EZ, he doesn’t say much this time I’m here. I know that he feels the same way as me – he’s tired of this back and forth shit with his brother. “EZ, no more. It’s one thing when you all call me to take a bullet out, or to give a rabies shot, but this shit – playground fights, I’m done.” I explain as I place the last bandage strip to his cheek. EZ doesn’t make eye contact, and his jaw is clenched. His knees shaking. “I know, Lee. I’m sorry you’re doing this again.” EZ tells me as he finally meets my eyes for the first time. EZ, he’s easy to read. He wears his emotions in his eyes, his eyes right now are filled with pain and sadness. This whole feud with Angel, it’s taken a toll on everyone in this club. It’s been almost eight months of this fuckery. “Remove the bandage Sunday night, it needs about 48 hours to heal. If you feel the need to remove it beforehand, clean it thoroughly. Have some of your favorite tequila tonight, and you will be good.” I tell EZ as I throw away the things I used to care for him. “Thanks, Lee.” He says as he kisses me on the cheek and walks somberly out of church. My heart aches for EZ, because the pain – physical and emotional is all over his face and body. Angel hasn’t taken his eyes off of the wall nor has he spoken. I slide my bag down the table as I slowly make my way towards him. Rubber gloves are on, and I grab his face. “Let’s see your damage.” I say, like a dog would when a human goes to check their mouth for something, Angel gives me a little tension as I touch his face. Again, no eye contact. A look of annoyance screams from his expression. I see a nasty cut on the side of his head, by his eye – a sensitive area which bleeds more than most. A black eye is also forming. “Jesus Christ, Angel.” I say examining the cut a little further. “This has to stop. I’m begging. I cannot deal with looking at you two like this, because my fear is that one day, I’m going to be too late to help any of you.” “What if it is?” He spews. I scoff, “No more.” Is all I manage to say. I take out an alcohol swab to clean out his cut. “This is going to sting, on the count of three – one, two, three.” I say as I then put the swab against the cut. A loud hiss comes from Angel and an instant reaction of mine is to grab his face and blow lightly at the cut, helping the sting not be so painful. Angel’s eyes then lock with mine, a look of shock and confusion fill his brown eyes. Angel and I, we’ve had a very interesting relationship since I first came to Santo Padre. He gave me an attitude and I gave it right back – he seemed more pissed off when I talked back than just walking away, and the more I talked back, the more tension built up between us. We started out on the wrong foot, and that’s how we have remained. He lets me care for him, depending on the time of day. Sometimes he lets his girlfriend, well I think she’s his girlfriend, Adelita, clean him up. Today, for whatever reason, he stuck around the clubhouse. I continue to blow on his wound, and I wince back in pain for him because I know it had to sting like a bitch. “Uhh, sorry. It’s a habit of mine, when I treat the kids, I have to do this; they hate it too, so that technique helps them...” I ramble and look away because I sense a bit of embarrassment, as I’ve never been “nice” to Angel. I look and reach back at the table to grab what I need next, just as I turn to face Angel again, I notice a very small smile on his face. “What?” I question, because seeing him smile legit concerns me. “It’s nothing, Leah.” He says monotone and lets me continue working on him. A few more minutes go by, and I determine that he doesn’t need any stitches, just a little butterfly work on one of his eyebrows. “Okay, that’s all. No stitches today, that cut on the side of your face, it’s a sensitive area that bleeds more than most. Your eyebrow cut, it’s an awkward cut – it’s ugly but not ugly enough for stitches. My only request is when you clean it out, could you please use both water and soap?” I emphasize. I know how these guys operate. They either use a dirty rag or tap water to clean themselves up. I turn to clean up my stuff and Angel lets out a minor laugh, which catches me off guard. I look at him and quirk an inquisitive look. Angel stands up, he turns behind his chair and lightly pounds his fist to the back of it. “You sounded just like my ma.” He tells me, in the softest voice I have ever heard Angel speak in. I offer him a small smile as I already know what that history is. Angel leaves church, and per usual no other words are spoken, no thank you’s, nothing. I stay behind a few more moments and collect my thoughts and belongings. I hear the door open, at first I’m startled but relieved it’s just Bishop. “How we doin’, sweetheart?” He asks. I let out a very deep sigh and my facial expression tells my feelings of this whole ordeal. Bishop can’t help but laugh, “I know, Lee. I know.” He tells me as he pulls me in for a hug. “I just need to go home and lay in bed and watch a trashy romcom.” I exclaim as I grab my bag. “I think you’ve deserved that, but before you go – you have a visitor.” He tells me. A look of a deer in the head-lights flashes across my face, who the hell could be visiting me? “Just come with me.” Bishop motions for me to take his hand and follow him. Nerves take over, with the Club, you never know what can happen. As I exit the room, I see the guys scattered all over the clubhouse yet all eyes are on me. “Your visitor is the biggest pain in my ass, so make it quick.” Bishop says, but I catch his playfulness I his voice and I look to the bar and I see who Bishop is talking about – Marcus Alvarez.

#Mayans MC #fanfic #My writing #angel reyes #ez reyes

[hystericalrogertaylor]

Reconnecting (Chapter Five)

Pairing: Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor X Reader

Word count: 1298

Summary: (Y/n) and Roger have been friends since the cradle. When they’re suddenly pulled apart and reconnected years later, they both can tell that the relationship has evolved. They lead very different lifestyles now. Can they continue what they had, or go for something more, with this gap between them?

Warnings: James being drunk and dumb? Terrible writing, I wrote this in less than a day so I could publish it today, please don’t sue

A/N: Next chapter will be better, I promise. Also, please don’t hate me for mixing real life facts and movie occurrences. I felt like it would work best like that. 

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You held the cup holder in both hands, while also trying to keep your purse on your shoulder and open the door to the studio. Your purse fell into your elbow, causing the cup holder to jolt, spilling a little bit of coffee onto your arm. You hissed in pain, finally getting the door open. The band were in the recording room, arguing over something. Sheffield sat at the soundboard, looking ready to commit homicide, while Gayle was sprawled out on the couch, asleep. You shook your head. This is not how the apprenticeship looked in your head.

“Mr. Sheffield, I got the coffee--”

He held up his hand. “Not now! Can’t you see I’m busy?”

His yell awoke Gayle, who sat up quickly before running a hand through her tangled hair. You could see at least two hickies on her neck from where you stood. You smirked, knowing your plan to set Roger up worked.

You looked back over at the band, who were...still arguing. “Is this normal?” you asked quietly. You did not want to deal with children.

“Yep.” Sheffield turned on his microphone. “We’re on a time schedule! This bickering is nowhere on that schedule!” He beckoned you over to him, grabbing a coffee out of the cup holder. Not checking to see if it was even his, he took a long drink. He set down the cup slowly, sighing. “That was disgusting.”

“Maybe because that one’s Brian’s?” You rolled your eyes, handing him his cup and grabbing Brian’s. You held up the cup holder so the boys could see it through the glass. They all smiled, running out to meet you.

“My angel,” Freddie remarked, grabbing the correct cup before plopping himself down on the couch. Everyone else made similar statements while grabbing their cups. Roger stood by you, putting an arm on your shoulder like you were an armrest, sipping his cup slowly. “So, how was your first night back in England?”

“I’ve had better,” you sighed, laughing. “I had to babysit a drunk James. Not the first time, but it’s still annoying. He unplugged my alarm clock, stripped the bed, and fell asleep on the toilet. I found him leaned up against the wall because he’d been in there almost an hour and I was worried.”

“Sounds like you have a son, not a boyfriend,” Freddie chimed in.

“Yeah, I’d say.” Roger looked down at you. “And you’re fine with doing all that?”

You shrugged. “He’s in a new country; everything’s strange to him. I can’t just drop him somewhere.”

Roger pressed his lips together. “True.” He took another sip.

“Theoretically, you could physically leave him anywhere,” Brian said wisely. “You’d just feel guilty about it.”

You smacked him on the arm. “Thank you, Brian, I’ll keep that in mind.”

Once everyone had had a few minutes of peace to drink their coffee (before Sheffield yelled at them again), Roger went back into the recording room alone to record something on his drums. You stood next to Sheffield, who was still sitting at the soundboard. You tried to get him to talk to you and figure out what he was planning on doing, but his sour mood proved chronic, as he ignored you most of the day. You ended up just watching and taking mental notes.

---

You, Roger, and Gayle stood outside the studio. The sky was pitch black and a few stars shone through the glare of street lights. “This apprenticeship isn’t what I was hoping for. I don’t even think I’m going to be reimbursed for all that coffee.”

“Don’t worry,” Roger reassured. He had his arm around Gayle’s waist. “We’re trying to figure out how to drop him and find someone else.”

“But won’t I just go with him to whichever band he gets next?” you questioned.

“We’ll find a way to keep you.” Roger winked, smiling. “Can’t get away from me that easily again.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling back. “Oh darn,” you replied sarcastically.

Gayle gave Roger a pat on the chest. “I’m going to go sit in the car. I’m really tired.” She gave him a quick peck on the cheek before walking away.

As she walked away, you blinked in mock surprise. “She’s changed quite a bit since twelve years ago. She’s less controlling.”

Roger chuckled. “True. And she doesn’t bite her nails anymore.” He smirked again.

“Eew, you are so gross.” You pushed him away by the side of his head. He laughed, swatting at your arm.

“Okay, I’m going to go back to my flat. See you tomorrow?” Roger pulled you into a hug.

You hugged him back. “Yeah. And I’ll be on time tomorrow. If I can just keep James sober.”

Roger nodded solemnly, letting you go. “Right...good luck?”

You shook your head. “He’s a good boyfriend, you guys are just looking at his flaws.”

He shrugged. “I have that tendency with people.”

“Unless it’s women,” you both said simultaneously. The two of you erupted into giggles, not caring that Brian was leaving and watching you both apprehensively.

“Okay, leave!” you shouted, shoving him away again. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Roger stumbled away dramatically to overplay the shove. “Bye!”

---

“James, please get out of the bathtub.”

“Why?” he slurred loudly.

You rolled your eyes, leaning on the wall next to the closed door. “Because I need to pee and I can’t do that with the door locked.”

“Pee in the trash can!” He hiccupped.

“I can’t aim.”

“Why not?” You heard him sloshing around in the bath water.

“Because--just get out!”

“Fiiiiiiiiine.” You heard him loudly unplug the drain. He stepped out a few minutes later, fully clothed, looking a little pissed. “I was having fun.”

“We can’t pay to have you get drunk every night.” You stepped around him, closing the bathroom door behind you.

“Yeah, okay, whatever.” You heard him flop down on the bed, letting out a very loud groan.

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“Wait, hang on. What?”

“We’re going to record the album at a farm.” Roger rubbed a hand over his face. “It’s supposed to help us be freed of any distractions.”

“Is Gayle coming?” you asked. Since you’d set them up at the bar that one night, Roger and Gayle had become exclusive partners. She was often at the studio, making love eyes at him the whole time. After years of such behavior, you found it annoying. They also frequently fought in the middle of recording something. Everyone was frustrated. You didn’t want to deal with her the whole time.

“No. Neither are Veronica, Mary, or Chrissie.” Roger shook his head. “I’m going to miss her, but at least I’ll have my buddy there.” He nudged you, giving a small, sad smile.

You smirked, nudging him back. “You won’t be too bad to room with either.”

He laughed. “I hope not. I’ve been told I snore.”

“Oh that’s not going to work.”

You both laughed. Maybe a farm wouldn’t be too bad.

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“How long will you be gone?” James had his arms around your waist, staring into your eyes.

“It won’t feel like a long time at all, I promise.” You stood up on your toes to plant a kiss on his cheek. “Just promise to take care of yourself. Please, don’t drink.”

James rolled his eyes. “I can drink and handle myself at the same time.”

You shook your head, smiling. “I feel like your mother sometimes.”

He shoved you away playfully. “Leave me alone!”

You laughed. “Okay, okay!” You walked back over to him, kissing him on the lips this time. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You broke away from him, getting into your car. You began to pull out of the driveway, watching your boyfriend getting smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror.  

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[ko-fanatic]

Growing Spoons (part one)

Rating: Teen (???)

Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club

Relationships: Eventual Kyoya x Mori

Content Warnings: Fibromyalgia, chronic pain, chronic illness, disability

Summary: It was a bad day. It was one of those days where he felt as if his legs were being ripped from his body, and all he could do was lay in bed. He couldn't even think about swinging his legs out of bed, let alone going to school. He really needed to learn to keep track of his spoons.

The ringing from Kyoya’s fifth alarm clock rang throughout his bedroom, adding yet another layer of grating sound to the cacophony that attempted to get him up each morning. He knew Tachibana was dutifully waiting beyond the door, there to just make sure he didn’t manage to sleep through them, and he’d often help him with some of his morning routine before school.

Objectively, he supposed the golden sun and jubilant birdsong streaming in from the skylight would give many the impression that it was a lovely day. However, he wasn’t under any such delusions. He’d been awake since before the first alarm rang, the sheets wound around his hands in a white-knuckled grip and face shoved into his pillow. It was annoying, how he either slept for twelve full hours or woke up so early. He blames the later on the pain, however; while awaking to the sensation of rusted screws twisting through his hips and knees wasn’t that unusual for him, it was never pleasant.

It wasn’t even like it really mattered how much sleep he got, anyway; he was constantly exhausted. He dragged himself up and kept going no matter how much he wanted to just lay in bed, because he had to. Just laying there, vegetating, wasn’t going to help him.

On days like this, however, he couldn’t even imagine getting up. Every small movement only increased the throbbing, stiff pain. It was like his joints were being soldered together, like iron girders. He couldn’t even roll over to turn off his alarms, even if the incessant beeping was almost maddening. He was trying to just… psych himself up for it, to manage through the flare of pain rolling over would inevitably cause.

His stomach was already rolling, nausea hitting him in waves. He never vomited, just felt like he would. It was strange how fucked up his body was, even if it was just a singular, underlying issue.

Fibromyalgia. He hated it, being so tired and in pain. It wasn’t even that its inconsistency was a saving grace; it just confused people. He could do something one day and find it impossible the next, and it was frustrating for everyone involved. Even if the teachers were told not to piss off the students, he could feel the doubt emanating off his gym instructor as he sat out of an activity, even if he was relying on his cane to move around.

It was embarrassing, in that vain and petty way that seems to bother people the most. He was a teenager who limped like an old man, relying on a walking stick. He was delicate and so fucking drained, and he couldn’t even figure out how to manage his spoons. He was in such a minority; most fibro suffers being female, which already put him in the ten percent, but also being so young. The average age when this issue flared up was forty-five and he was only seventeen. It felt like it was impossible to just be a teenager, planning everything around fatigue and fluctuating symptoms and not even knowing if he’d be able to stand the next day.

Then, there were days like today, so close to unbearable, but he couldn’t make himself scream out. Because where was the dignity in that? Helplessly mewling any name that came to mind in the hopes that they’d… what? They couldn’t do anything, and that was one of the most annoying parts of it. He wanted it all gone.

But it never would be. You manage fibro, you can’t cure it. Not to mention that he was just plain awful at managing it. Spoons ran out too quickly, and he couldn’t tell how many he had left until there were none and he was dipping into the day after’s supply. He tried to do too much, all at once, because that was just how things got done.

“Kyoya? Are you awake?”

The door pushed open to reveal Tachibana’s silhouette, outlined by the light from the room beyond, and he could only wipe his damp face with his sleeve and try to seem more put together. After all, if Tachibana saw him crying, he’d worry and there was no point in that – he’d gotten through worse days. Still, the pain just felt so intense, and there was no way he could even get to the bathroom himself – even with his cane – let alone school.

“Oh, Kyoya…” He heard the man sigh, fingers combing gently through his hair, careful to avoid any knots, and the grating calamity was finally silenced, “It’s a bad day, isn’t it?”

At any other times, his reply would be sarcastic. He’d throw out some flippant comment and slowly – so, so slowly – push himself out from beneath the covers. Now, however, he couldn’t make himself think of one, his brain too foggy and the pain too intense. He just nodded, letting out a long, stuttered breath in the hopes of draining the tension from his shoulders, legs and hips. Tachibana just kept stroking his hair, trying to relax him, even just a little.

“Do you have any spoons?” Tachibana asked, “If you think you can manage going to school in your wheelchair, then you probably –”

“No,” He refused, voice far too close to a whimper for his liking. It wasn’t as if he’d even be able to concentrate in this state, and while it was good to show that he at least made the effort to go in, he… couldn’t. Not in the chair. His cane already got odd looks, but he could make it work; he could still be intimidating and powerful, but as some skinny, pathetic boy in a wheelchair?

It was stupid, really. To be concerned by something so ultimately meaningless. If someone didn’t take him seriously, then that was their loss. They’d soon pay for it – it was karmic retribution.

Tachibana seemed to take his refusal in stride, however, simply agreeing that perhaps he should stay home. What was the point in using spoons he just didn’t have?

“I’ll go call the school to let them know, and get your hot water bottles,” The older man informed, short nails dully scraping over his scalp. Hot water bottles helped, as did painkillers and topical creams and balms. His bedside table was covered in them, but they were just out of reach from where he currently was. He’d try moving in a minute, but for now he just squeezed his eyes shut, trying to go back to sleep.

It was all he could do on days like these, after all.

A/N: This is kinda an introductory chapter, don't worry, we'll get to that sweet MoriKyo content soon. This is kinda a vent fic tbh, as... I might have fibro myself. I certainly have some sort of condition, anyway. I've been in bed Suffering for the past few days, so guess who's getting my shit dumped all over him, yay! I also suck at regulating my spoons.

But in all seriousness, I'm not officially diagnosed yet, it might not be fibro. If you see anything inaccurate in this fic then... that's why.

#ouran high school host club #ohshc #kyoya ootori #growing spoons series #my fanfiction

[rinnnyxr]

I Am I am a university student. I am a cuddler. I am an okay dancer. I am a huge fan of lists. I am a morning person. I am a perfectionist. I am a republican. I am allergic to something deadly. I am an only child. I am catholic. I am content as of this moment. I am currently in my pajamas. I am currently pregnant.

I am currently single. I am embarrassed to be seen with my mother or father. I am currently suffering from a breaking heart. I am okay at styling other people’s hair. I am left-handed. I am married. I am obsessed with my Tumblr. I am online 24/7, even as an away message. I am procrastinating by filling out this list. I am resentful that I have to grow up. I am very shy around the opposite sex. I am, or was, pigeon-toed. I bite my nails. I can be paranoid at times. I carry a weapon with me everywhere I go. I collect picture frames. I currently have a crush on someone. I consider myself to be a ‘nerd’. I currently regret something that I have done/am doing. I curse frequently. I don’t hate anyone. I enjoy country music. I enjoy jazz music. I enjoy smoothies. I enjoy talking on the phone. I have a car. I have a mobile phone. I have a hard time paying attention at school. I have a hidden talent. I have a hobby. I have a lot to learn. I have a pet. I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal. I have a tendency to fall for the “wrong” guy. I have all my (real) grandparents, none of them have died. I have at least one brother and/or sister. I have avoided work to play with my Tumblr. I have been in a real relationship. I have been in a threesome. I have been rejected by someone. I have been the “psycho ex” in a past relationship. I have been to another country. I have been to an anime convention. I have been to Europe. I have been to Las Vegas. I have been told that I am very smart. I have been told that I have an unusual sense of humor. I have broken a bone. I have caller i.d. on my phone. I have changed a diaper. I have changed a lot over the past year. I have cheated on a significant other. I have counted down the days until the summer. I have dated a best friend’s ex. I have done something illegal. I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color. I have gone scuba diving/snorkeling. I have had major/minor surgery. I have had my hair cut within the last week. I have had sex with someone I was not in a relationship with. I have had the cops called on me. I have snogged someone I knew I shouldn’t. I have snogged someone of the same sex. I have made a move on a friend’s significant other in the past. I have mood swings. I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life. I have passed out drunk at least once in the past 6 months. I have rejected someone before. I have seen the lord of the rings trilogy. I have seen the television show the o.c. I have swum in the ocean. I have tried a drug that is illegal. I have tried sushi. I have watched sex and the city. I have watched the television show SpongeBob SquarePants. I know how to shoot a gun. I like being the center of attention. I like eating ramen noodles. I like my handwriting. I like Shakespeare. I like the taste of blood. I like to cook. I like to sing. I like to vacuum. I love learning foreign languages. I love Michael Jackson. I love my friends. I love olives. I love rain. I love sleeping. I love to play computer games. I love to shop. I miss someone right now. I own 100 CDs or more. I own a home. I own and use a library card. I play a musical instrument. I practice a religion that is not considered mainstream. I read books for pleasure. I shave my legs. I sleep a lot during the day. I strongly dislike math. I think Britney Spears is pretty. I think long strings of Html code look cool. I think that pizza hut makes the best pizza. I think the world would be a better place if people just smiled more often. I was born in a country other than the USA. I watch more tv this year than last year. I watch soap operas on a regular basis. I wear contact lenses. I will try anything once. I work at a job that I enjoy. I would classify myself as ghetto. I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free. I like orange kool-aid. I can name all 7 of the dwarfs from ‘snow white and the seven dwarfs’. I like being at school. I always love wearing sweaters. I love water polo. I am currently wearing socks. I am being nostalgic right now. I hate summer. I am tired. I love to paint/draw/sketch/sculpt

i have…. been drunk. smoked pot. done ecstasy. done coke. done crack. done heroin. done opium. done pcp. done LSD. done ccc’s. done prescription narcotics for recreational purposes. huffed air-duster. been to a rave. been to a real party. kissed someone. ridden in a taxi. jumped a ramp with a bike. been dumped. been used. shoplifted. ran from the cops. been in a room of your school that you could get suspended for being in been fired. been kicked out of a movie theater. snuck into a movie. been in a fistfight. got hit by a car. fired a real gun. snuck out of your parent’s house. been arrested. gone in a mosh pit. stolen something from your school. celebrated new years in times square. gone on a blind date. lied to a friend. had a crush on a teacher. celebrated mardi-gras in New Orleans. been to Europe. skipped school. thrown up from drinking. played ‘clue’ had a sleepover party. gone ice skating. cheated on a bf/gf. been cheated on. had your tonsils out. been exposed to laughing gas. had a car. driven a car. totaled a car.

do you… feel loved. feel lonely. feel happy. hate yourself. have a dog. have your own room. sing along with your music. dance around the house in your underwear. listen to Hawaiian music. listen to underground hip hop. listen to rap. listen to classic rock. listen to new rock. listen to country. listen to reggae. listen to techno. listen to hardcore punk. listen to pop. listen to r&b. listen to jazz. listen to crooners. listen to bands that can’t be put into a category. have hobbies. skateboard. do aggressive inline. snowboard. ski. surf. skimboard. have more than 1 best friend. get good grades. play an instrument. have slippers wear boxers wear black eyeliner. like the color blue. like the color pink. like the color red like the color green like the color black like the color purple like neon colors like to read. like to write. have long hair. have short hair. have a laptop. have a pager.

are you… bored. happy. bilingual. Hawaiian. blonde a brunette a redhead a darkhead samoan. filipino. Korean. British. white. italian black. inuit mexican. Asian. a christian a muslim a jew a hindu a scientologist an atheist satanist short. tall just right realistic an emo kid sick mad lazy. talking to someone. iming someone. scared to die. buzzed high caffeinated sleepy. annoyed. hungry. thirsty. on the phone. in your room. drinking something. eating something. ticklish. listening to music a virgin.

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I have brown hair. I have green eyes. I wear glasses. I used to have braces. I have very few friends, if you could call them that. They might even just be acquaintances. I like cats and dogs equally. Summer is my favorite season. I am Catholic. I’m 5′0″ or shorter. I’m 120 lbs or less. I have a large family. My birthday is in November. I’m a Sagittarius. I live in a house. I am a cis-female. I am pansexual. I lack self-esteem and self-confidence. I went to college after high school. I don’t have a bad temper. I don’t get jealous easily. I have a sarcastic, dark, inappropriate sense of humor. I like watching movies. My native language is English. I don’t get offended or angry easily. I am a teacher. My first name begins with A through E. My parents are still married. I have a younger brother. I have had mononucleosis. I have had chicken pox. I have had Fifth’s Disease. I’ve had bronchitis. I’ve had food poisoning more than once. I’ve had the flu AND the stomach flu. I still have stuffed animals. My favorite animal is a giraffe. I’m afraid of heights, spiders, needles, and people I love dying.

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PREP I am a cheerleader I'm popular I say like alot I love the color pink I own/want little dogs I am snobby I go to an girls school I own a Designer bag I'm rich I wear fast fashion Total: 5

JOCK I play 2 or more school sports I wear sweats to school regularly I’m picking my college based on athletics rather than education My hair is always in a ponytail I play a summer sport I have a favorite team for every sport I have been injured while playing a sport I’m the captain of a team I play on I have been in the paper for athletic excellence before The only reason I care about grades is so I can play on the team Total:1

EMO I have dyed black hair I cry all the time Boys kissing boys is hot I have straight hair that I tease at the roots I am popular on the internet, but not really in real life My hair is in my face because I put it there I cut or have cut before I wear tons of eyeliner My MySpace name is 'Christina [Chronic]’ or something like that I am a HUGE music snob Total: .2

GOTHIC I wear all black I worship Satan I listen to metal I do a lot of drugs

I don’t smile I hate sunshine I’m as pale as a ghost I have worn black lipstick before All preps should die Death is all I think and talk about Total: 2

NERD I get/got straight A’s I am/was teacher’s pet I’m not very popular I snort when I laugh I wear thick glasses I’ve never had a boyfriend or girlfriend If I get a B, I’ll just die My life is school, and that’s where it ends My main goal in life is to win an award such as the Nobel Prize I love school and get sad when summer break gets here Total: 2

DRUGGIE Name a drug, and I’ve either done it or want to do it Life is better high I don’t care about my grades Pot doesn’t even affect me anymore Hell yeah, they should legalize pot Drugs make everything funny I get high every day I’m a dealer I have stolen something to get money for drugs I own clothing with a pot leaf on it Total: 0

SLUT I have had more than 5 sexual partners Girl, guy, doesn’t matter, as long as they’re pleasing me I don’t need to have a boyfriend to have sex I have had a one night stand I talk openly about sex I have a favorite position I own sex toys I’ll get naked with anyone who asks I’ve gotten naked on a webcam/sent naked pics to someone before I lost my virginity before I was in high school Total: 7

TEASE I’m a virgin, but people think I’m a slut I wear low cut shirts on purpose I flirt with anyone I kiss boys a lot, then stop when things start to heat up I have worn a thong with a miniskirt I have flashed someone I have made out with a girl, but I’m not a lesbian/bisexual I let people think I’m more experienced than I am I have been called a tease by more than 2 people I’ve lied about sexual experiences Total: 4

GIRLY GIRL I have been in love Makeup is an art Vintage is love Romance movies are the best I’m really emotional I have a soft spot for animals I always smell good I prefer to be called 'pretty’ or 'beautiful’ rather than 'hot’ or 'sexy’ I can’t wait to grow up and start a family Total: 4

ECLECTIC People think I’m weird, just because I’m not boring I have a different sense of style that is honestly completely my own I mix patterns that most people would say didn’t match I wear lots of different jewelry at once I shop at stores most people haven’t heard of, or don’t shop at I own outfits from a thrift store I have worn something of my grandmother’s I hate to look like everyone else No one has heard of the music I listen to It’s hard to copy my style, not that most people would want to Total: 1

TREND FOLLOWER I have worn Uggs sometime in the last 6 months I wear leggings under my skirt/dress I follow the latest trend My taste is whatever is popular I have tried to look like a certain celebrity I will wear what is popular, even if I don’t really like it I had a rubber wristband to match every outfit (such as a yellow LiveStrong band) I owned a poncho when they were popular I had a MySpace just because everyone else had one I am not my own person Total: 2

GANGSTER I only listen to rap I own a gun I call people 'bro’ or 'fam’ I don’t talk proper English I have a shitty car but an amazing stereo I own bling I’m really, really loud I wear oversized clothes I wear South Pole I have been involved in a drive-by Total: .2

MY STEREOTYPE IS: Slut (LOL)

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You are below 5’2”.

Your best school subject is English.

You play fast-pitch softball.

You have a cat(s).

You’re the youngest of your siblings.

Your parents are separated/divorced.

You have green eyes.

You stress out over everything.

Your best friend is of the opposite gender.

Your favorite season, by far, is summer.

You have an average body type.

You love high school wrestling.

Your favorite music genre is indie.

Spiderman is the best superhero.

You like Facebook more than Tumblr.

You own an iPhone.

Your favorite color is yellow.

If you could travel anywhere, it’d be to Australia.

You have read the “Pretty Little Liars” series.

You used to be obsessed with The Sims.

Your favorite holiday is the Fourth of July.

Your birthday falls between the 1st and the 10th of the month.

You don’t like to paint your nails.

You wear contacts/glasses/both.

You NEVER use “lol” only “haha, lmao, lmfao”.

You can’t wait for school to end.

You’ve lived in the same house for 10+ years.

You have had an expander.

You live in Pennsylvania.

You only wear black socks.

You are brunette.

One of your birthmarks is on your arm.

You worry for no reason.

Haunted houses terrify you.

You trust a lot of people without thinking.

You’re in love.

You love the Pittsburgh Penguins and/or Steelers.

You are a freshman. in college

You stay up past midnight on school nights.

You usually dress like a bum for school.

You don’t like to dance that much.

You are a virgin.

Your name begins with an S.

There are 5 letters or less in your last name.

Your favorite number is between 1 and 25.

You would love Monopoly if it didn’t take so long.

You have lost a friend recently.

You were with a boy last night.

You hate winter.

You have regrets.

You don’t like basketball.

You think sharks are sweet.

There’s nowhere in the world you’d rather be than the beach.

The person you like/love is 3-5 years older than you.

You have been in a relationship for over 6 months.

You don’t like horseback riding.

Something on you is sore.

You wish you could play the piano.

You think Urijah Faber is the most gorgeous man alive.

You can’t cook.

You are broke at the moment.

You like classic rock music.

You play volleyball.

You have managed a high school sports team.

You’re a little insecure about your body.

You hate hypocrites more than anything.

All you want to do is have fun.

You love pop-tarts.

You own a pair of off-brand Uggs.

Your favorite restaurant is TGI Friday’s.

You can speak some Spanish.

You’re not a huge fan of dogs.

You normally fall for athletes.

You want a tattoo.

People make fun of your height on a regular basis.

You like tie-dye.

Your favorite card game is Rummy, Bullshit, or Spit.

You favorite movie is an action movie.

You like to scan the radio.

You don’t mind your first sunburn of the year.

You only like snuggling if you REALLY like/love the person.

You have been inspired by a motivational speaker.

You still like coloring in coloring books.

You think relationships are hard.

You own at least one thing that’s Puma.

You eat when you’re bored.

You take long naps at the worst times.

You love stand up comedy.

You drink energy drinks.

You used to watch The Powerpuff Girls or Lizzie McGuire religiously

You own a pair of nike or adidas slip ons.

You could eat pizza anytime.

You have plans tonight.

The person that you like/love has a first name beginning with M.

It is past 2pm right now.

You like Taylor Swift.

You are wearing something brown right now.

You have been to a drive in movie theater.

You are going on vacation this summer.

You have taken a picture of yourself today.

Your favorite store is PacSun.

Your most recent ex’s name begins with a J.

Your know somebody with the same middle name as you.

[professorpalmarosa]

Commander Charon (Frugal Ferryman)

Charon’s one of those characters you either really love or really loathe. I personally love him and was way too excited when I found his journal in the Silph Co. building in HGSS! Honestly, he may be my favorite in the entire franchise...

He’s also the only Team Galactic Commander who (for the most part) is relatively consistent with his personality. His anime version had that delightful laugh and mildly sarcastic attitude I enjoyed in the game. His Special/Adventures and DPA counterparts just cranked that snark up to 11 and went over the top with it. He was a melodramatic ham, yes, but a recognizable melodramatic ham.

He makes me smile. He makes me laugh. He makes me feel a little less weird about my steadily increasing Rotom collection. And, naturally, I have to have him play a major role in my Platinum prequel fan-fiction Pokemon Dawn & Dusk!

Going into this, I knew there were two things I wanted to do when creating Charon’s blend (Frugal Ferryman):

It needed to smell like old people (but in a good way)

It needed to use at least one of the most ridiculously expensive oils in my collection (because Charon thinks he’s worth it).

And yet somehow, the main oil in this synergy ended up being neither of those things. It ended up being my December Oil of the Month from Plant Therapy: something so obscure and rare that I can only order it from them over the phone!

It’s Cubeb Essential Oil: a mildly peppery scent that promotes pain relief, respiratory health, and digestive health. By itself, it kind of smells like soy sauce. I was stumped on how I could use it, but then I did some research to see what it paired with…

…bingo!

To get that “old person” smell, I added CO2 Supercritical Bulgarian Lavender (which made the blend smell just like these half-fossilized bath cubes my grandmother’s hoarded in her bathroom since the late 1980s) and Ylang Ylang III.

To give you some idea, Ylang Ylang is known as “king of the flowers” and has the obnoxiously high price tag to match. It’s great for hair care, is lauded as a powerful aphrodisiac, but typically only succeeds in making me sleepy due to its strong sedative properties.

Earlier, I made note that one of these bath bombs knocked me out in the tub and I woke up a couple of hours later. It was this one. This bomb means business and isn’t for the faint (or weak) of heart.

Together, the blend starts out with an “old lady’s powder room” type of floral…but then the peppery notes of the Cubeb come back to give it a more masculine bite. I really like the way this one smells…but the way it looks is even more dramatic. There’s so much purple in this one that you can’t even see your body in the water!

Now it’s time to talk about the pros and cons of these oils from a safety perspective…

Aromatherapy isn’t just about pretty smells and scented bath water. Essential oils are in such a high concentration that even absorbing them through your skin can leave you with the therapeutic (and potentially toxic) benefits.

If you are allergic to a plant, you are 100% without question going to be super allergic to the essential oil.

There’s also such a thing as contraindications: where some oils may affect you in weird ways if you have a certain medical condition or take certain medications.

The information below is for your safety if you want to attempt to make this blend at home (as a bath bomb, a body spray, or even scented bath salts). And do be sure to wear gloves. Some of these oils have recommended dilution rates as small as 0.4%. You don’t want that to slide on bare skin!

Cubeb

The Javanese Cubeb plant (Piper cubeba) is known by many names, but is cultivated mostly for its fruit and essential oil. The smell is very aromatic (kind of peppery, really pungent, slightly bitter, and it lingers). The aromatherapists say it smells like a cross between Allspice and Black Pepper (both of which you can get as essential oils), but I’m calling bullshit.

It smells like soy sauce. It pairs well with clove, rosemary, and most wood oils.

I’d never heard of this oil until I got it as Plant Therapy’s December Oil of the Month, nor did I have any idea how to use it. A quick Google search told me this is one of the oldest essential oils used by mankind, dating as far back as the 4th Century BC!

Cubeb was used by ancient Greek pharmakons, along with medieval alchemists. Even some modern witchcraft rituals use this fantastic plant--and I’d never freaking heard of it.

Pros

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It’s an aphrodisiac! There’s nothing quite like a superconcentrated dried pepper to put you in the mood, I guess. People used to use this thing to treat infertility, impotence, ED, gonorrhea, and other STDs. And apparently, the two things I mixed with the Cubeb for Charon’s blend also have this aphrodisiac property. Ladies~

Feeling bloated? Cubeb’s here to help! Sometimes you really have to fart and it won’t come out. So you bloat, feeling all that painful air trap inside you with no way out. Cubeb Essential Oil has a carminative (gas-relieving) property to help you break wind discretely and safely. However, if chronic flatulence becomes a regular thing for you, contact your healthcare provider.

Feeling a little blocked up? Can’t breathe well? Cubeb’s fantastic for breaking up phlegm, calming down asthma, relieving congestion, and helping you ward off that nasty cough once and for all! For even faster results, pair it with Cajeput Essential Oil, Eucalyptus Globulus Essential Oil, or Camphor Essential Oil.

Flush out toxins! Cubeb has diuretic properties. It stimulates your kidneys to excrete more liquid, which in turn flushes out any toxins in your body. This can include stuff like uric acid, salt, cholesterol, and fat.

Tired joints? Maybe Cubeb can be of assistance! Some Ayurvedic medicine practitioners use Cubeb Essential Oil to alleviate aches and pains from joint and bone problems.

Cons

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By itself, it smells like freaking soy sauce. I cannot reiterate that enough. If you diffuse this at work (true story), people are going to assume you have something delicious at your cubicle and won’t stop hounding you for it. That’s really frustrating when you’re trying to run a QA test!

Due to its high sequiterpene content, this is not a cat-safe oil.

Cubeb Essential Oil (when overused) runs the risk of increasing the sensitivity of your stomach and intestines. Don’t use this oil if you’re taking antacids, have acid reflux disease, or take medications to decrease stomach acid.

Some people have reported irritated skin after prolonged use of Cubeb.

Avoid using this oil if you are pregnant, plan to become pregnant, or are nursing.

This is not a child-safe oil. Avoid this essential oil (and bath bomb) for any children under the age of 12.

Never apply this oil neat (undiluted) on your skin or ingest.

Due to Cubeb’s strong diuretic properties, avoid usage if you are suffering from kidney disease.

Lavender

Pros: Lavender is one of your best friends when it comes to restlessness, insomnia, anxiety, and depression. It’s also great for loss of appetite, nausea, vomiting, gas, and a fussy stomach. It’s also remarkable for pain relief in cases where you’re troubled by migraines, toothaches, sprains, nerve pain, and joint pain.

Some folks even apply Lavender Essential Oil to the skin for hair loss and pain. It’s also safe to apply this one neat (on your skin) for most people.

Cons:

Lavender has also been shown to slow down the central nervous system when used on the regular. If you plan to go under for surgery or anything else with anesthesia, please avoid using Lavender Essential Oil two weeks ahead of the scheduled procedure.

Lavender should not be used by prepubescent and pubescent boys, as it can warp certain hormonal reactions and greatly increase risk for gynecomastia (male breast growth).

If you are taking a sedative, adding Lavender Essential Oil to the mix may create too much drowsiness. Exercise caution!

Ylang Ylang III

Pros:

Fight insomnia! Ylang Ylang is a natural sleep aid and very effective. However, its sedative properties are so strong that you might want to avoid using Ylang Ylang in the morning or if you intend to drive or operate heavy machinery. Pull this oil out right before bed or at least once you’re in for the night. It’s worked for me!

Repel head lice! Ylang Ylang can be used in a combination spray to repel and even kill head lice. Developing evidence suggests that a homeopathic blend of coconut oil, anise oil, and ylang ylang oil had a 92% effectiveness rate on killing those unwanted creepy crawlies in children’s hair.

Lower high blood pressure!

Increase your sex drive! Ylang Ylang is a natural aphrodisiac and has been used for millennia for that exact purpose. There’s a reason this flower is also known as the King of the Flowers.

Cons:

Ylang Ylang Essential Oil is considered to be universally safe for general use. However, it is not safe to diffuse around a cat.

When I said this thing is a sedative, I freaking meant it. I am a relatively healthy 28-year-old woman and this bath bomb knocked me out in 20 minutes. I stayed asleep for a solid 2 hours. If you plan to use Charon’s bath bomb, make sure you have absolutely no other plans for the rest of the day and leave the bathroom door unlocked. There’s a good chance you’ll pass out in the tub.

#Commander Charon #Charon #Commander Pluto #Pluto #Team Galactic #Galactic Bombs #Skye makes bath bombs #Professor Palmarosa #professorpalmarosa

[talesofnecromancy]

April 2017 #46

(My initial try with the new board was not a success. It was weird - like a terrible phone signal where you’re connected but can’t hear one another. I went back to using the alphabet I’d scrawled on the back of my sketchbook.)

H: Girl?

Me: Hey. I just tried to use the new board I made.

H: Was that what that was?

Me: Yeah. What happened?

H: I am not sure. The walls perhaps…

Me: The wards?

H: Yes.

Me: Okay. So I have to connect it to the Storm House somehow or adjust the wards… Why is that even a thing? Ergh. I still don’t get half the rules that govern all this…

H: If there were no rules, anybody could play along and win.

Me: Not just bloody-minded witches and smart-arse gentlemen?

H: (grinning) Indeed.

Me: How have you been today darlin’?

H: My health continues to improve by faint degrees.

Me: You sound better.

H: And you, darlin’?

Me: Kal was drunk when I tried to speak with him; he’d had a bad night. I get it. But saying ‘sure’ to everything in a sarcastic manner and being unable to form sentences just vexes me. I shouldn’t bitch about it…

H: He should not indulge in such! (sardonically) … Without the excuse of chronic illness or narcotics.

Me: Yeah, but he’s more belligerent than you are when inebriated and apt to get argumentative.

H: More fool him!

Me: Other than that, the day’s been fine. I’ve been preparing several projects I’m about to start. I did a large spell that took ages. Oh, and I ate pizza.

H: An indulgence?

Me: Yeah. The spell was to send CheeseApple after a work colleague of my father’s who owes him a substantial amount of money. I hate people who take advantage like that.

H: A smiling villain… Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!

Me: I just hope my father gets given his money back. He’s too old to have to worry about this sort of shit.

H: It is one of life’s more galling lessons, although not the most galling one.

Me: Which one is?

H: Betrayal.

(I have an idea or two who that might refer to, but decided it was a question for another time.)

Me: Have you spoken to the kits about names?

H: Yes.

Me: And?

H: (sighing) A mixed lot.

Me: How did it fall?

H: The white liked Isis.

Me: The black?

H: Nemesis.

Me: The two boys?

H: The pied likes Rum Punch.

Me: The fawn?

H: Helios. Or Horus. He likes both.

Me: And Gin?

H: I believe she kept her vote in reserve, in case one of them chose poorly.

Me: They’re not my favourites of the list, but they do all suit. I think Helios more than Horus though.

H: I believe we shall see.

Me: Very sensible. What’s on your mind, darlin’?

H: That I never thought to be naming cats. Nor with such diligence.

Me: You said you never spent any time with cats. Once you do you realize that’s how it is if you want the cat to give you the time of day.

H: I bow to your expertise darlin’.

Me: Did I tell you my sister’s coming tomorrow?

H: No. Which one?

Me: The younger.

H: With small monsters in tow?

Me: Yes. Although if they see me talking to you they’ll want to join in. I don’t think it would be a good idea to let them.

H: (probably joking) My health would not stand it.

Me: I love them, but sometimes I wish I had a sick note that excused me niece-sitting duty. Yet another reason I’d make a terrible mother.

H: Is it desire on your behalf or fear of regret?

Me: Having a kid? The latter. That and everyone tells me I ought to have a child because I’ll like it.

H: And you?

Me: I like the idea. But I know that’s a million miles from the reality. Not to mention I am terrified by pregnancy…

H: You’re tired.

Me: I’m fucking exhausted. Are you tired?

H: I could lie beside you?

Me: You are feeling a bit better.

H: (primly) I did not create a grand spell and seek to force the walls.

Me: Wards.

H: Yes.

Me: Why don’t you call them wards?

H: They are walls?

Me: Oh. Fair enough.

Next Conversation

#necromancy #ouija board #ghosts #ouija #raising the dead #spirit board #notes

[adrenaline-aesthetics]

Some info about my main crew that you didn’t ask for but here you go:

Warning long post

Lacie: canonically 5'7, but is my shortest big doll; she’s angry about it. Is bisexual with a preference for girls, has chronic depression and later develops PTSD, is left handed, she’s white (German, Italian, Scottish, British mix) with a tiny bit of native American from her mom’s side. She isn’t totally human, and what kind of creature she is I won’t say online because it’s too much to explain but all you need to know is she has purple fire + other powers and a ton of rage so you should fear her. Her humor is sarcastic and deadpan and she’s pretty dead inside. Sleeps 1-3 hours a night, looks it. She’s 18 in doll form.

Josh: 5'9, straight, is on the autism spectrum but is very high functioning, also has an anxiety disorder and ADD. He’s afraid of spiders and is in a few honors classes. He’s half white (Italian, Scottish) and half Mexican. He’s Lacie’s cousin (and best friend) and their fathers are brothers, Josh’s being the older one. He was born a human but was bitten by and turned into a werewolf, a power he struggles to control but he has help from a special spell that comes in the form of a tattoo thats on the back of his left forearm. His favorite item of clothing is his orange hoodie which by some miracle he manages to not destroy on full moons or fighting monsters with Lacie. He’s 18 in doll form.

Zander: 6'1, straight, has undiagnosed ADHD, PTSD, and depression. He’s not from “the human world” as he calls it, and also isn’t human. He’s white (British) and 1/4th native American. Depending on which book, he’s either a turned vampire or has been cured and returned to being the same creature Lacie is. He has a birthmark in his right palm, same as Lacie’s on her left shoulder, this is a thing with the kind of creatures they are. He dresses like he’s from a 1990s dumpster because he’s garbage. Favorite pass time is to fight, and he’s the group’s trouble maker. No impulse control or filter, but he’s learning and trying. His hair looks black but it’s actually a very dark navy blue that only shows up in certain lights, his eyes are the same shade of navy blue-matching hair and eyes run in his mom’s side of the family. He is technically 19 in doll form.

Peter: 6'4, gay and grey asexual. He’s a 90 year old born vampire who lost his clan in the magic war that took place ten years before the books began. He’s white and its ????? but his family has Scandinavian roots. He’s genius level brilliant and can invent anything out of nothing. Is the type to buy a brand new computer then rip it open to see whats inside it and if he can improve it. Is literally the only reason Zander’s alive because he took him in after he was turned during the war. Honestly give Peter points for that he deserves them. Is pretty much the only adult in the group and he is TIRED. He loves alcohol because thats one of the things vampires can have and sometimes he needs a damn drink. His doll age is, well he’s 90ish but he looks about 27-30.

Danielle: 5'2 and should be the shortest but somehow is just a half cm taller than Lacie in doll form. She’s demisexual but heteromantic. She’s got fae blood and has the ability to communicate with and control plants. She’s half French (her dad is literally from France) and half Korean (her mom’s half lives in Seattle). Her parents died when she was a baby so her aunt and maternal grandpa helped raise her. She loves fashion and looking cute, always in dresses and skirts, looks like she will crumble if you look at her wrong, but is a deadly force to not be reckon with. But she’s generally super upbeat and tries to bring positivity and love wherever she goes. She learned French, Korean, Chinese, and sign language for fun. She’s 17 in doll form.

Becca: 5'8, gay (closeted for a while), she’s the lone human in the main group but is a black belt. She’s Latina (Mexican, Brazilian, and Cuban mix). She has a loud, large, and VERY Catholic family hence why she doesn’t come out for a long time. She has 4 siblings she doesn’t ever talk about because she’s the oldest and the rest are under 12. Her natural hair color is dark brown, but she dyes it platinum blonde. She’s into theater and acting and dreams of becoming an actress. One of those annoying singer friends who loves to upstage everyone during karaoke. Has a gaydar that knows no bounds and is always right. She is 18 in doll form.

Anika: 5'9, bisexual with a preference for men. Loves to call herself a bitch, loves to BE a bitch. Petty is her middle name. She’s half white and I literally don’t know the other half because her dad is a merman and we never meet him because her mom got drunk in college and had a fling on the beach during spring break and honestly thought it was a drunken hallucination until Anika got her powers. She always wears leggings because if her legs get wet her scales show. She’s bitter about this because “it is a CRIME to cover legs as good as mine!”. Has no chill, sins constantly, is the hoe friend. Becca is her best friend and y'all know the spoiler that they later date but its complicated to explain how and when that happens. She is 18 in doll form.

Kimberly: 5'10, straight, is Lacie’s mom. She’s human unlike her daughter and the rest of her family. Is a control freak and overprotective of Lacie. They fight a lot because of this. She’s a very successful business woman and a bit of a workaholic. Has next to zero patience when it comes to things other than working, hence why her and Lacie also fight a lot. She’s White (British, German mix) and ¼th native American as her mother is half. I am still world building on stuff and doing a ton of research still so please be patient with me about stuff I wanna be respectful to Native American tribes and cultures and there’s so much to research, so, so much ;; Anyway her doll doesn’t fully match the character because Iplehouse doesn’t offer a pale olive resin color, and peach gold is too pink, so I used really yellowed normal skin and it works, also she wasn’t supposed to be Lacie’s mom it just happened when I dressed her up to stand in for a photostory lol. Anyway in doll form shes 45.

Sorry for this long post I got bored. I’ll add the last two boys whenever they come home lmao. No one has been ordered yet so I have no clue when that will be.

#ramblings #my dolls #bl crew