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jellyclogs · 1 year

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How op men react to an s/o with really bad periods

Triger warnings: period and Simi fainting

this is kinda a comfort fic for me, im suffering through my period and its ruff. sorry if y/n falling to the floor in pain seems over dramatic but its just how my period like to roll so here we are.

if you have any requests feel free to ask me or if you want a part 2 with more characters

quick edit forgot to list up here who festers in this fic: Shanks, marco, law, Mihawk, Kid, zoro, Sanji

Shanks

This man is very patient with you. He sits there with a smile on his face,well you bitch and moan about how shity it is . He can't help but think it's adorable when you get so over dramatic about your period. He has seen you grin and bear it through pain, you usually act calm, cool and collected when you're suffering, so it takes him by surprise when you're a big cry baby about this. He's glad that you don't feel like you have to suffer through it alone and trust him enuff to go to him to just complain or if you need help.

The first time you had your period around him He didn't quite understand how much pain you were actually in. He thought you were just playing it up. It only hit him how much it hurt when you crumpled to the ground hissing curling up on yourself. He froze in that moment, watching you just breathe in and out slowly trying to breathe through the cramps. Then he rushed forward and picked you up holding you to his chest whispering sweet nothings to you as the wave of cramps listened up.

He adores you so much and hates seeing you in pain. He will tease you a little bit about it but the moment he sees that you're not having any of it he drops it. He won't make a big deal about giving you special treatment when you're like this. more cuddling, getting you sweets, making you laugh whenever he can, and staying close to your side as much as he can. He wants to be right there if you topple over again. He won't say it out loud but you scared the shit out of him when you did that.

He kinda finds it funny when he finds you in weird places and or positions that help your cramps. Whether it's laying on the kitchen floor because the cold feels good on your back or sitting with your legs up against the wall and back on the floor because it's the only thing that's helping with your cramps in the moment. He usually just joins you and begins talking your ear off to distract you from the pain.

Marco

You always try so hard to keep the fact you're on your period a secret. The men of the Moby dick find periods gross and don't get what's the big deal since it happens once a month you should be used to it. You do your duties and do your best to be your normal self. You would not just up and tell Marco or realy anyone what you were going through.

Marco would notice the little cracks in your facade, the wincing when you thought no one was around or the fact you took longer to do your chores. He'd start getting really concerned when you started spending most of the time in your room. His first thought is not that you're on your period, it's that you got hurt and weren't telling him. He'd be pissed that you hadn't come to him to get patched up.

He would try to wait for you to come to him but after a day of watching you suffer in silence He'd confront you. When he saw your face flush and start to fumble with your words he would think he caught you. Before you could realy explain He'd be dragging you to his clinic, calling you an idiot and a moron the whole way there. He would adamantly state, "I'm the doctor on this ship you can't go around hiding wounds from me, how am I supposed to patch you up if I don't know your hurt yoi"

Once their He'd grab his med kit and damned you show him your stomach. Watching you he was pretty sure that's where the Injury was.

You would lift up your shirt and say, "I'm not hiding a cut or something," you would sigh looking anywhere but his eyes, "just on my period." You'd mumbled.

Marco would face-palm, ofcores that was what was up. You weren't the type to definitely hide injuries out of embellishment. He'd reach out his hand and set it over your stomach letting his flames like over your skin. "Still you should have come to me." He'd huff.

After he knew what was going on He'd be just the sweetest. Getting thatch to make you chocolaty things and soothing your cramps with his phoenix fire. He would tell you that, "I'm a doctor, your period isn't gonna gross me out, please let me help you." He will make sure you're taking pain pills as often as you can and help you with your duties if you were in too much pain to do them.

As a doctor he would understand how bad your period could get and he would make no complaints if you demanded to stay near him since his phenix fire was the best way to treat the pain. This man would secretly be bragging to the other crew members that he is your favorite and that's why you were hanging out with him so much.

Law

He would know that you were on your period the day you started, he wouldnt mention it but keep an eye on you. He would not be the kind to pamper you, not at first at least. He would think she’s had thes for years she can handel it. He would definitely slip you chocolate’s and make sure you had enuff pain killers.

He would probably keep his distance from you. He cares about you but the fact he couldnt help you would piss him off. He hates seeing you in pain, and hates that he can't help. He would get snippy with the crew and work himself harder.

His work would be disrupted by bepo rushing in a bit of a panic, saying you had walked into the kitchen then just crumped to the ground, sitting their for a minet befor geting up and acting like nothing happened. Law would sigh and get up from his desk befor telling bepo hed hadel it and you were fine or atleast going to be.

He would find you in your room curled up on your bed with almost nothing on, just a shirt and some panties pants just felt like a hassle pulse it isn't like you were gunna be wondering around the ship like this. You were a though cookie and usaly just worked through pain so seeing you like this did worry law. He would bite his lip and curse himself for being so caught up in his own emotional pain to properly take care of your physical pain.

He would slip into bed with you and hold you in his arms. He’s not a very cuddly person so this would be a big display that he was worried about you. He would just hold you and apolagize for not being abel to take away the pain. He would love to take the pain on himself, he knew he could handel it, but that just wasn’t the way his powers worked. He thought about swapping harts with you for awhile, but hew knew how long it would take you to lern his devil fruit to revers it.

After that he would keep you close to him, sure it hurt that he couldnt help her as much as he wanted but being around you made you feel better so it was worth it. He would still be quite snippy with the other crewmembers but would treat you gently.

Mihawk

He would have no clue how to act around you. He was wit you because you were strong and he respected you, so seeing you reduced to a shambeling mess kinda upset him. He would at first act like he didnt notce any thing was wrong. He tought it would save your pride. He would flinch any time you let out a pained noise. He cared so much about you that you being in pain was awful.

He would wait for you to ask for comfort, its not that he didnt want to comfort you, its that he didnt want to insult your pride or your strength. He knows you are a tough girl, he also knows you arnt afraid to ask for help when you need it. Prona would think hes being an ass, and would let him know.

When you finaly came to him you wouldnt exchange words, all you would do is climb into his lap. He would set his wine glass aside and hold you to his chest, gently rubing circles on your lower back. He would whisper praise to you in spanish calling you brave or strong, he knew you didnt speek a lick of spanish so you couldnt yell at him for being to soft.

You would know that he was being soft and gentle and were willing to be treated like glass at the moment. You need it and you wold just sit and take it in.

After you came to him like this he would start to pamper you, running you a bath every night, rubbing your back, bringing your favorit foods. He would certainly be a little over protective to, hoovering around you when you were doing pretty much anything.

Porrona would have no clue why he had so drastically changed his attitude. She would cross her arms and puff out her cheeks calling him an unconsiderat jerk. Why was he like this?

If you ever dropped from the pain you better believe hed hold you for the rest of the day. He would never admit it was because he was scared of getting hurt, he would give you excuses like, “can i not just hold you, miamore?” or “ but if i put you down who wil worm my chest?”

He secretly loves when your like this, when you are relying on him so much. He knows your stong and fully capsule of taking care of your self but he liked having the chance to pamper you and remind you that you can alway lean on him.

Kid

He is completely grosed out by the whole thing. He can't handel the sight of bloody tampons or pads so you better wrap them up tight with toilet paper. He will kinda avoid you, your relation was not just sex but a hell of alot of it was, and he dosent like that he can't fuck your brains out.

He would order his crew to get you what ever you need or wanted. He will make them treat you like a princess. If he so much as herd them complaining about it they would be in a world of pain. This guy sees you as his so you can't disrespect what belongs to him.

Kid is a ruff guy but would not like seeing you in pain like that. He is the only one aloude to cause you pain. He would kill any one who put a hand on you it was bull shit that he couldnt just rip your uterus out and see your pain go away. He knew that you werent playing up your pain up. You never once would show the full force of how bad anything was, so seeing you show any display of pain ment you had to be in sirius pain.

He would honestly freek if you ever just dubbeled over infront of him, the look of pain on tour face the tears in your eyes, would feel like a stade wound to him. He would pick you up off the floor and not put you down. He would not sugar coat why, “Your falling over like your a fucking nobel who got dirt on their clothes, like hell i'm putting you down. If i did youd probably keel over and die.”

If you ever asked for him to cudel with you hed make a big fuss but would give in pretty eazy. He probably wouldnt fight you at all if the two of you were alone but infront of his crew he had to much pride.

Zoro

He has no clue whats going on with you. He dosnt like the fact that you seemingly pulled away from him and started talking to that damn cook more. He would defntly be cross wiht you and draw away from you. He was a stubborn man. If you were gunna pull away from him then hed do the same. He wouldnt notice the pain you were in at all.

He would make a bitchy comint about you around nami and robin. Nami would punch the shit out of him. She would be pissed that he thought you were two timing him with the cook. Shed say, “If this is how you act when shes on her period then maby she should leave you for snaji.”

zoro would look at her so confused, “What the hell is a period?”

Both Nami and Robin would be on their asses laughing. Once they calmed down enuff they would explain what a period was to him. They would also explain that you have some of the worst periods they’d seen.

He still dosnt realy get it but is no longer mad at you. He starts harassing the cook for chocolate since robin and nami said girls like that when their on their periods.

If you just dropped from the pain hed panic a littel. Hed pick you up and rush you to chopper. He would not listtel to you when you told him, “Its ok, i just got hit with some realy bad cramps.” he would set you on chopper’s exam tabel and damned he fix you.

Chopper would ofcores know about your situation, hed ask if you hade taken your pain pills on time or if you need more. He would get you a heating pad and tell zoro that you fine, with tears in his eyes. Chopper feels awful he can't do more.

Zoro would be so ok with more cuddles. You may not look at him and think hes a cuddly guy but he can't get enuff of sungeling up with his s/o. He loves being abel to hold you and feel like hes protecting you from the world.

Sanji

This wonderful cook instantly knows when your on your period. He honestly dosnt mind when your on your period, he sees it as a chance to pamper you like the princess he knows you are. He loves cooking your favorit food’s fore you. He will whip up what ever dessert you want. He also try’s to feed you foods that will reduce inflammation.

He always want to hold you so you wanting to be held more is a win for him. He gives you back maseshes as often as he can. He loves being abel to bring you relife, though it may seem like some of his actions are sexula they arnt all he wants is to take your pain away. He will barrow books from chopper and read up on the best ways to treat periods. He would probably be willing to let you bathe in his blood if it ment you were no longer in pain.

Sanji would full on scream the first time the pain sent you to the floor. He would have a hratatck. He would rush to your side and pull you to his lap begging you to be ok. You ofcores had worned him this could happen but it didnt realy prapar him fore it. Once he was sure you werent going to die he would pick you up and bring you to the bath.

Hed run you a bath and sit with you in it. He would hold you and just be with you. He loved you and wouldnt dare leave your side when you needed him.

#one piece #marco the phoenix #marco the pineapple #marco #shanks #trafalgar law #law #black leg sanji #sanjionepiece #zoro #roranoa zoro #hawkeye mihawk #dracule mihawk #captain kid #kid #x reader #comfort #comfort fic #my uterus has comitted treason on my body

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phoenixkaptain · 2 years

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Hmmmnnnnrgh

Lookity look, I am an avid fan of what some may call “comic books.” I am also a fan of fanfiction.

I like to read the comics that inspire people to write! Comic books inspire writers inspire artists inspire comics inspire writers and on and on! It’s beautiful. The way the world is meant to be.

Anyway, that isn’t important. What is important is the blatant misunderstanding of Tim Drake’s parents.

Now look, I am with you one hundred percent if you want to make a story where Tim’s parent(s) is decent. That’s fun, I love those stories. But, at the same time, you have to understand that those are AU.

I haven’t read every single comic that Tim Drake has ever featured in, nor have I read every single comic either Jack or Janet Drake has featured in. What I have read, is quite a bit, so I will try my best to explain.

There’s a certain page going around from 90’s Young Justice where Tim is talking to his dad while his dad tries to make coffee. The whole scene is played as a joke, but also, it shows an important difference between Tim and the other members of Young Justice.

I don’t know if this will make sense, but we see a lot of parents in Young Justice. Cissie’s mom is trying to be better, while Cissie is making her work for her forgiveness. Cassie’s mom is pretty cool, she’s worried about her daughter but lets Cassie be a superhero because Cassie is brave and it makes her happy (and Cassie would’ve snuck out to do it if she wasn’t given permission).

Bart’s parents are in the future, but we see him hang out with Max a lot, and they have some realy touching moments of old man vs ADHD child. Kon hangs out with Superman, even though Superman is super uncomfortable around Kon, but we see Superman really try to make an effort to spend time with Kon and understand him.

Tim is a more difficult case.

We see Tim’s dad in the aforementioned page. That’s about it. Any other time family is brought up, Nightwing is his go-to for big bro and Batman is his parental figure. We get a reference to Tim’s dad when Bart says something about getting Tim in trouble with his dad and Tim thinks he’s talking about Jack before realizing he meant Batman.

But more than that, Jack doesn’t have any parental scenes with Tim. Bruce gets all of those. Bruce learns to ease up from being an overbearing parent, Bruce tells Tim he’s proud of him, Bruce spends hours at a computer trying to figure out what happened to Tim. Bruce gets the parental moments.

The panels with Jack in them make me uncomfortable, as someone who stays home to care for my mom. The whole scene is sort of like a joke, where Tim acts more like a father and Jack acts more like a son. That’s why you have the narrative positioning of Tim seated at the table, reading the newspaper, rambling about current events, not even having to look up to warn Jack that he’s about to drink rat poison. Jack is supposed to take the role of tired teenager, slow thinking, not really paying attention, wandering the kitchen. It’s a reversal of the typical father-son role you would see in movies or tv.

It’s making fun of Jack for being less grown up than his fifteen-year-old son.

It makes me uncomfortable because Tim acts as the caretaker in that scene. And, it’s hard to be your parent’s caretaker. It’s hard to see your parent act weird or childish. When Cissie’s mom acts self-destructive and childish, Cissie gets taken away by Child Protective Services. When Tim’s dad almost accidentally drinks rat poison, Tim is in charge of making sure he doesn’t. Do you get it? It’s hard to explain, I don’t know how to explain it… it just makes me feel uneasy.

Then, there’s the scene where Jack tears Tim’s tv off the wall and breaks it. That just is abuse. There’s no debate.

But there are subtle things in the comics. Tim becomes Robin and his parents don’t find out until after Janet has been dead for a few years. And it isn’t like Cassie and her mom, where her mom accepted that Cassie was going to fight crime, there isn’t much she can do to stop her, and so she would rather let her daughter go, because then Cassie trusts her enough to talk to her. She deems it more important for Cassie to trust her, and she knows Cassie is a reckless teenager, and she wants to keep that line open. So she lets Cassie go as long as Cassie tells her what’s happening. And we see how it affects Cassie’s mom, how scared she gets, how worried she is, how relieved she is when Cassie comes home because that means she’s safe.

Tim’s dad makes him give up Robin. He doesn’t think about Tim, he thinks about his idea of Tim. The Tim in his mind is a well-mannered young boy who studies and has a handful of friends. It doesn’t jibe with the reality that Tim is a well-mannered young boy who kicks criminals in the face and finds himself falling from tall heights worryingly often. Tim’s dad doesn’t understand why Tim wants to be Robin, and Tim has to push and push and push to be Robin again.

There’s little things. Tim was capable of jumping on the first flight to Hawaii with Alfred in World’s Finest Three, presumably he was gone for at least a day, and nobody was too concerned about it. Tim was turned into an adult in that age swap arc with the Young Justice, but we only ever see how he speaks with Bruce. Everyone else has a scene of them either confronting a loved one in their aged up or down form (Bart, Wally, Cassie) or has Superboy pretend to be him to talk to Lois (Superman). In fact, we see a scene like that where Bruce (Robin) makes Tim (Batman) talk to Commissioner Gordon. But, we never see Tim even think about confronting his dad like that.

Tim apparently has all the free time in the world to fight bad guys and almost die every other day, and people think his parents weren’t neglectful. When Tim’s dad does die, Tim gets adopted by Bruce, and sure, he says it hurt when Jack died, but he even said that he felt kind of empty about it. Then Bruce died, and he felt completely different, despite viewing them both as his fathers.

This is long and rambling, and I’m sorry, but I need you to understand that when people say Tim’s parents are abusive, they aren’t pulling it out of nowhere. Neglect is abuse. A kid having to take care of their parent with no one to take care of them is neglectful. Yelling and screaming and throwing things is abuse. Maybe Tim’s parents don’t leave physical scars, but they don’t treat him well. They aren’t good parents.

#tim drake #jack and janet drake #abuse tw #trigger warning #batman #young justice #robin #red robin #i’m just stating the date i have inferred from clue si have gathered #if i am wrong so be it #but i don’t think i am #btw #this is reason number 10000000 of why tim’s life sucks #long post

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sicklove-stuff · 3 years

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𝕸𝖞 𝕸𝖞 𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖚𝖓𝖊 - FIC.

Notice to all, this fanfic has content considered uncomfortable, sensitive and politically incorrect. If you don't like it, leave soon. - The fanfic shows content of masochism, sadism, rebellion, aggression ... It is worth mentioning that nothing here reflects on the wrestlers, it is just a drama involving their characters in the ring.

Made by Omoshi’

★ Undertaker “Ministry of Darkness” era | +18 | Y/N “your name”, will be “Sara”.

My best friend, Stephanie, when we were at the mall for the past few days ... She told me about a lunatic who claimed to be the minister of darkness with some companions, he wanted to marry her at any cost, however, I already knew that she was getting involved with another guy. This seems to be more disturbing than it looks, but whenever she describes it while we are choosing shoes in stores and among expensive clothes racks, it makes me crazy and my mouth water. - However, I can never express this to Stephanie, because she never seems to be happy to tell about it. I'm starting to sound a little bit possessive about this story that keeps me going, but poor Stephanie, she's having a misfortune.

I started thinking about it while I wait outside the company where her crazy father works, this backstage has never been so full of people that she thinks she can achieve something with me, despite the golden and virgin hair that I take care of very well, this is not an invitation. I snort by the mouth and start shaking my legs while I wait for her, she told me she had a party today ... It would only take a measly minute to say hello to her boyfriend, even though I repeatedly warned her that her boyfriend already had a girlfriend, she just giggles out of my face and pushes me in tones of fun ... saying it was better to live like this, in danger. What a stupid girl! - As time goes by I feel cheated, it's been twenty minutes since this has been happening. I bite my lips while anxiety overwhelms me, we're twenty minutes late from the party ... Just today that Stephanie hadn't robbed me of one of the few boys who had looked at me. It's her habit, stealing boyfriends ... Like she said, she feels dangerous.

Suddenly, everything was so ... empty? While I was lost in my thoughts, I did not notice the hours passing and the people passing too, it seemed that finally she would appear, or had she forgotten me there? Damn it. -When she lifted me from where she sat, a huge black box, to leave. I realize that everything is already closed, and everything starts to get scarier. Scarier, scarier ... Scarier. This is repeated more and more, more and more ... My head doesn't look very well. - Did something pull me?

When I look to the side, I notice that my whole skin is sweating, another hand wraps around my wrist, I look at my forearm, arm, covered in tattoos ... Demon tattoos, flames, just like Stephanie had said, that's ... It's realy true? When I go up to see who the face is ... The ordinary person's voluntary action is to faint with fear, or shout for help, but, I feel that I'm not that common, because that was the all dangerous guy that Stephanie was scared to death? He looked hotter than the ones she dated. - I could be stupid, I know, but my voluntary action was to smile a little, malicious smile. And again my mouth was full of water, but I stayed exactly in place, there was still "ice" inside me.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm Sara and ... I'm sorry if I was invading your area. BUT LET ME GO!" - Said while trying to let go, I liked guys like that but, it didn't seem to be very friendly, could it be that I've been thinking nonsense all this time and in the end, Steph was right?

He then pinned me to the wall. He was against his body, his arms were driving me crazy, and his psychotic look and his silence too, I soon tried to get quiet, that's when he brought his face closer to mine, bringing his mouth closer to my ear, God I never I had felt that sensation before. That's when I let out a heavy breath that he was pressing me against the wall. He then decided to break his silence.

"You are allied with that bitch." -He said, I was not surprised his voice was heavy with melancholy and rejection. As if everything in his life had gone ... Wrong? - "Do you want to end up like her? I always watch, she likes you, and my goal is to destroy all those she loves." -I managed to notice that he was laughing quietly and discreetly, just as if he was making fun of me. - "Sara ... Despite everything, beautiful name."

I didn't know if it made me feel hot, sexually and lovingly uncomfortable, or if it scared me, very scared. The misfortune that Stephanie always told me was, at that moment, my misfortune. Mine, my misfortune. I obviously tried to be reluctant to mind my own business, I forced my hand to keep him away from me, no one came around. It seemed to be not just a joke and a joke, the darkness was with this man.

"She does not love me!" - I pushed hard in an act of control over myself, successfully, I was away from him for a few centimeters, withdrawing my arms, unintentionally I ended up touching on a subject that I never wanted to get to ... "She betrays my confidence all the time, and I can only say that it's okay, when in fact it isn't! " - I couldn't believe what I ended up doing, I was confessing all my disappointment about my supposed best friend to a guy who supposedly wanted to kill and her family.But a long time ago, I didn't care about that, I did everything she wanted, so I could not live alone, while she lived surrounded by attention, people, appearing on television every Monday ... Surrounded by fans by simply to be rich, when in fact she was unbearable and stupid ...

I know he wanted to cut me in half that hour, but, I think his plans had not worked out, he seemed very weakened. His hands weighed on my shoulders behind his back, he could do whatever he wants with me at that moment, since everything I carried over time I realized more of what was happening in my life, a lot of unhappiness and lies, I was always smiling and leaving, so as not to feel alone, when in fact I was more heartbroken than ever, Stephanie didn’t deserve to be with that boyfriend she was stealing from another woman who also loved him, as she told me, she deserved to pay for everything she complained.

"If you want to kill me, go ahead, my self-esteem is already in the trash. I don't have much to do anymore, because my biggest purpose in life has always been to be her shadow, SHE EVEN STEALS THE GUYS I WANT!" - Okay, I had already passed the point, but I hoped that he would soon get tired of me and leave, or just break my neck soon. That’s kind of suicidal.

Contrary to what I expected, he knew how to overcome my existential crisis at that time, I could feel his hands walking around my body, this was extremely strange, it was like he wanted to take advantage of me, but if I was there , I would not fight against the current, I did not know this guy, nor did I know his name, but his dark and evil aura made me crazy to the point of wanting everything he could offer me; so he knew how to select the phrases I said ...

"Do you steal the guys you try? Certainly because they are guys." - He said. A grip on the waistband of my skirt, and I just froze, and I then felt the fabric being slowly lowered ... And I then turned to face him in a feature of pure fear but micro-expressions said I wanted more than ever before.

"I ... I don't know your name ... What's your name?" - I asked while I realized that my skirt was already lowered to almost half of my thighs, I sweated coldly as I took a few steps back against a door. I was trapped.

"I have many names, many nicknames, but you can call me Taker. They currently have me as the Ministry of Darkness." - He came back to me and put his hand on the door handle that was supported, certainly if he opened it, I would fall back with all the strength I could, the moment I reasoned it, I already noticed it opening and my dancing feet losing their stability.I swallowed hard when I felt myself falling on the floor, an all dark room, some shelves, I couldn't identify what was there, I had fallen with my hips directly on the floor, painful as the impact hurt my whole spine in that tension, that tension and that horny I felt. I rolled my eyes when I heard the door being closed, nibbled on my lower lip ... I felt extremely strange, as if there was something burning inside me, the situation didn't help much anymore, my position with my legs spread and my skirt dropped even more , with my panties showing. When I least realized it, he would lower himself, and stay between my thighs ... I again gasped in suspense. I couldn't believe that what I was idealizing so much could actually happen. I can't sing victory before the moment.

"Oh, Sara ... Your drama is really ... Sad, but I'm not as sorry as I should be." - That sentence totally entered my being, while I already felt the fabric of the skirt go through the end of my legs, being accompanied by my panties that obviously could be a little wet. My cheeks went red as blood, from pure shame.I noticed him pulling something, it sounded like a blade, a ... A pocket knife ... And my immediate action was to grunt and stay static. The cold iron coming into contact with my skin, it made me shiver, but I was ... Liking, my side that I always hid, that of a crazy lover of good pain, if I said that to anyone it would be called a crazy bitch. And that was when I felt the blood flow, I closed my eyes tightly hoping for the worst, but, it had been a cut on the thigh, thin ... And then, he licked it.He licked my blood and my thigh, making other small cuts and licking them ...

They were all very close to "that area", my intimacy, as if they were a path where it really made me shiver more than ever, my fingers stretched, a wave of enormous pleasure ruled me, I was practically out of my mind, I was no longer the Sara I knew. As he licked more, he got deeper, I could see that he had a huge tongue, he smelled, it made me extremely crazy; the fact that I was not seeing anything in the dark left me with "hands tied", he squeezed my thighs and I felt the blood drain more, but, he no longer licked the blood, he just licked my pubis and clitoris, I scratched the floor, the pure cold concrete trying to contain me more and more.That's when he said, after countless hickeys and licks ...

"Don't hold back" - and laughed at me as he continued.Technically obeying his order, I moved the hands that were scratched on the floor to his hair, Taker ...

Taker ... I repeated it in my head, Undertaker, Undertaker, of course ... I forced him against me, which made it more intense .. The first time I was having a moment like that, sensual, sexual ... What a misfortune Stephanie was missing all along. That room was already almost impregnated with my smell, I pulled her long hair, I could feel her beard ... until I couldn't help it, I splashed everything on her face. Once, twice, three times.I breathed as if I had run an entire marathon. That was when I decided to change the position and hold on to him, who had been kneeling, I held his waist and then let out the sentence:

"You don't need Stephanie ... Forget her!"

He answered me...

"I already forgot.".

#sicklove-stuff #undertaker #the undertaker wwe #the undertaker #sicklove-stuff/undertaker #+18 #WWF #ministry of darkness

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chimtaera · 4 years

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imagine model namjoon.

ok let’s not kid ourselves

boy’s already a model

he’s got the body.

got the looks.

what can i say, he’s no super model (too clumsy), but he get’s around with the more diverse castings yanno

probably got started on instagram,

with his #kimdaily outfits

which are sometimes just chill, pretty, sporty, casual, cool

and other times completely wacky and just ??? how did you even think to wear those ??? at the same time?? together ???

he always looks good tho

but some looks will give you whiplash. ur warned.

but that’s part of his appeal tbh

hhhh probably gains a lot of popularity when one of those more ‘out there’ outfits circulates on twitter or reddit and people are like “hOW does he make that work??? why does it look good??? is he just that hot??”

the answer is yes.

from there he builds a solid following.

for his great looks, great fashion sense, and his 4am instagram stories that are just a black pic with like a three paragraph text about how rain might feel if it had feelings.

also, solid music recommendations omg

you probably make ur own spotify playlist with just his recommendations.

ok ok so you best bELIEVE when this boy finally gets cast for a show he’s gonna fall on his ass and go viral

claim to fame baby

probably becomes a meme and rolls with it tbh

like he’ll share the memes in his story, so as not to ruin the ・ﾟ:*aesthetic*:・ﾟand react to them and shit

but then also get on live and talk at length about how faceplanting on the catwalk impacts your self-esteem, how he’s habit he could benefit positively from such an embarrassing moment, and how there’s a lesson for everyone here, and that he hopes all our embarrassing moments may in some way benefit us one day.

he’s such a sweetheart im-

so you might be a stylist?

a hair stylist?

makeup artist?

fellow model?

whatever you’re comfortable with.

you definitely see him on instagram first tho

you came for the memes but are super impressed with his profile and end up staying for the music.

...... and him.

he’s hot, come on.

also 90% of networking is done on instagram these days let us be real.

okay so oNE DAY, or like late evening, who cares

he post a music recommendation and you’re like !!!!!!!!

it’s that low key indie band with like only one EP out that you found on some obscure spotify playlist and you’ve been jamming to since october

and apparently namjoon has too because they’ve released a new single and you didn’t even know ????

and you’re so excited your fingers slip and oopsie you’ve sent a short but rambling message explaining exactly that into his DM’s

instant regret.

then the anxiety bubbles up in you.

and then you calm yourself and convince yourself that he gets a LOT of messages he probably won’t even see yours, so it’s fine it’s fine it’s-

next morning you have a reply

a new follow

and a mcfUCKING LIKE ON A PICTURE OF YOU FROM TWO WEEKS AGO

yikes, you didn’t even have time to give your feed a spring cleaning

you just like his short “ikr!!!!”, too mortified to reply.

alas, the regrets!

but also

the butterflies.

then you see him at an event one time.

it’s fashion week, you’re hecking busy and about to leave because it’s like midnight and you’ve got places to be tomorrow

but it’s always so strange to see people from insta irl like ??? all those dimensions??? you really be lookign like that ??? damn.

once you’ve stared long enough to be certain that’s actually what he looks like (so handome!!! so tall!!!! wtf!!!! who allowed this??) you turn to leave just as he glances up and cetches your eye for like the tiniest fraction of a second

and you hightail it outta there and hope to heaven he doesn’t know you were staring.

but he likes your pic from the party the next morning and you almost choke on your coffee and the lump in your throat stays there all day

and you’re like, am i?? catching feelings ??? for the catwalk faceplant guy??? you’ve never even talked to the man smh

he’s fucking hot tho.

so, fashion week ends and with it comes another party

you can finally relax, celebrate, wind down from the long week.

yA THOUGHT lmao

you’re talking to some designer about their next project and they’re going on about this instagram dude who’s already on board when they start waving someone over like “hey hey, there he is, y/n have you met kim namjoon yet?”

you turn around you’re like !!!!! fuck. he’s so much taller up close.

“hey, no, yeah, no, but i’ve seen you on, uh, on instagram. i think.” smooth, y/n.

after introductions, the designer gets pulled along into some other conversation and you and namjoon are kinda awkward for a minute.

you just sip your drink like ‘fuck fuck fuckfuck fuck aaaaaaa’

but then he asks you easy questions about what you do and what you’ve been working on this week and it’s the same thing you’ve been talking about with everyone you’ve met this week so it goes pretty smoothly

he makes it easy for you, like he’s very attentive, nods along enthusiastically asking follow-up questions and seems genuinely interested in your work it’s so nice! he’s so nice!

and you ask him the same things you’ve asked everyone else this week like you haven’t seen everything on his instagram already.

actually you’ve missed a few things since you’ve been so busy and your interest is genuine, before you know it the two of you are at a table and getting along like a house on fire, showing each other pics from the week.

he asks you send him a pic from one of the shows he didn’t get to see and when he do he’s sees your old messages and is like ?? oh !!

i mean, he totally knew it was you, but he had forgotten the part about that obscure indie band and the new single, so he shows you!

you’ve been following them even closer since then so you know they’re playing a gig in like two weeks and you tell him.

turns out he’s missed this info because of fashion week and he’s super excited!! you guys have to go together!!!¨

“i mean, we don’t have to- it’s just, i don’t know anyone else who listens to them, i could probably go alone, but, you know, it would be cool-”

and of course you’ll go with him, so you two exchange numbers and end up texting the next two weeks.

at first you’re just making tentative plans to meet and go to to the gig, but then there’s a gallery opening the same day, and you know this realy good thrift shop nearby that he should check out, and you guys should get dinner before because namjoon knows this really cool place and-

and it’s a date.

namjoon has every intention to kiss you that night after the gig, but he wants to ask you first and he’s not sure exactly how so he’s just like “um ??? can i ??? uhhh ?? do you ??? uh”

and ur like, “hey, namjoon, i really want u to kiss me, please?”

the rest is history.

you two are too cute, with your instagram aesthetic and lowkey couple outfits, and highkey couple pics, i’d follow.

you two would be gOALS, and it does wonders for both your careers tbh

omg imagine all the cool collaborations you two could do.

and eventually namjoon would go viral again when the paparazzi captures him spilling his coffee and your cute reaction.

but the best thing about dating model namjoon is he makes you your very own playlist.

and you get your very own story highlight with all the aesthetic pics he snaps of you just like buying milk and stealing his fries, and exploring the city on sundays afternoons, going vintage shopping and reading in the park, titled: “bae.” with every colour heart.

hyping each other in the comments always.

and the thirst omg

anyway, nsfw under the cut.

so you take it kinda slow at first because turns out namjoon has a huge crush on you and he lowkey can’t keep his hands off you but also wants to “date you properly”, whatever that means.

props to you if you get impatient with him and tease him a little, a thirst trap here, a netflix and chill there, sending a sexy song his way, or even better post it on your story for him to see.

if it doesn’t provoke him to action it’ll at least get him hard flustered, which is cute.

in the end joon is a soft boy and you can sit up all night talking, so you end up talking about sex long before having it.

and that just makes it all the more special tbh

and when it does happen, it’s like everything else the two of you do, a little awkward at first, a little clumsy, fumbly, but a lot of fun, and it’s namjoon, and you love namjoon. so, so much.

like it doesn’t matter if he accidentally bumps your nose, because he’ll apologise and the two of you will just giggle and continue.

and he might pull your hair on accident, but that way you can admit to him that it’s.. kinda hot.

and when your teeth collide when you kiss it’s only because any amount of distance between you quickly becomes unbearable, and you both need each other so, so much.

imagine slow, lazy sunday morning snuggle fuck with namjoon.

and then later when you’re on a blanket in the park reading both your books he’ll get distracted, thinking about it, lean in close and tell you something ridiculous like he wishes you would wake him up by sitting on his face.

and imagine backstage heavy petting after a show, leaving the afterparty early, because you’re both buzzing with unrelieved tension and namjoon is very hard in his pants, pressing himself against you as you try to have a polite conversation with some influencer.

love, love, loooooves, watching you ride.

and he’ll go down on you for hours if you let him, honestly.

anytime, anywhere tbh

how did you get so lucky?

#namjoon smut #namjoon scenario #namjoon #namjoon imagine #bts scenarios #bts smut #BTS au #bts imagines #bts reactions #kpop smut #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #kpop imagines

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coldbatpalacepanda · 3 years

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My life journey: i was born on May 28,2002 in katalicanan aleosan cotabato,i didnt of mine deep-felt already born in the hospital bacause my home is far away the Road its not easy to facilitate the patient go in the hospital,but im so grateful because im still alive,strong, good health,and happy to this world even theres more problem i encounter to my life as a adult,student,and younger to all siblings,as a young age lived in this world that theres so many problems i encounter Ill fight in order get loose at life,being a student its so hard to adjust this year now cause full of changes and problem like this pandemic now,theres more changes like in my studying now this online class its so hard to adjust cause some lesson we didnt understand but we try our best to understand it cause this is for our better future,and also i miss all memories being a young and student that last year theres no pandemic to come in we lived peace and free theres no distraction like in high school life i never know that im a student cause highschool life it so memorable experiences and memories that i never forget to my life,like go out somewhere its for fun only theres no problem thinking cause they all enjoying life ,like dancing together in different fiestas its so memorable that this is ones in a life time to make is happen in life dancing together with your clasmate and friends,and celebrating a birthday of one of my friend we make specia because we never know now or soon like activities we never happen all the time cause life is short,no matter a little bit food we prepare the most important we are complete to celebrate the all. special day in our life and also i never forget to all may friends who give her trust on me even im so clingy,noisy,and funny sometimes ill still remember when im so happy to face may friends to see all laughing its so memorable and fun but one of my friends theres a deeply problems or secret she didnt tell anyone,but me also i listen her personal problem even there own family didnt know ,that time i see her eyes so sad and scared i dont explained my feeling when i see her,so that i talk to her and i told her that im her for you to listen and help ,when i know all what happen to her im shocking i didnt expect that realy happen in real life,so that im comforting him ill do my best to give advise cause when i see her eyes flow her tears i pitied her conditions she truma some on her circumstancing ,i feel sad because my bestfriend

she forthcome,thats why im willing to help for him already fade her problem im willing to help for him already fade her problem and to start a new journey of life cause i believe strong women is a fighter ,everyone needs friends,friends are an important part of our life without friends,life can be pretty lonely,friends come in all shape and size,you might have a tall friendsl or a fat friends or maybe a hilarious friends or a supportive friends,companionship even stronger than that,a friends is someone who is willing to listen and not listen because they should,a friend is someone who is willing to support you,if they dont like your decisions,they may try to convince you,but support at the end,a friend is someone who will comfort you through the tough times,a friends is someone who will laugh with you at the stupidest thing and even go along with your stupid ideas,a friend is someone who loves you because who you are and they accepted you and your flaws,a friend is someone who will protect you because they cant stand their friend being in any harm,a friend is someone who has your back through whatever the case might be and if they were truly your friend ,i dont think you'll be able to forget them,because friends stay with us for a very long period of time,they hold us together and we hold them together its kind of like a package,the number of friends you have never matters they only matter if they mean so much too and not just for showing off or you can have a lot of friends but the ones you talk to about the deep aren't many that a really good thing i think the special part about friendship is when you are arounshow more life is full of various events and experience,but all of these are not equally important,enjoyable and memorable,all days we come across in our life are not the same ,some my memorable moment,is the funniest and happiest day of our life however memories are not just the ones that make us feel like we are in heaven ,sometimes it is unforgettable because of the joy and fun that has given to us,be it either good or bad,it will still be the part of us,our life,it will remain in us forever,everywhere we walk when we think about this day or memory ,we are very happy and we want to cry,in my opinion,everyone has a special memory that they will never forget,it may be good or bad ,my hand were shaking and heart throbbing,with trembling ears i heard to her,she told me that i have secured ,i thanked God the almighty for the success which he granted me ,then i ran to my parents and gave them the good news they are overwhelmed with joy,my sister and cousin got up and rejoiced,d friend and your having loads of fun whether you are doing something of doing nothing,Athe most memorable experience in our life is when we did something unusual that made us feel ,shy ,happy ,sad or angry,it is composed of mixed emotions we did an unforgettable experience,it mostly occur in the days of our childhood,when we are still young and ignorant ,for example when we accidentally spill a glass of juice on the shirt of our crush !well,thats really unforgettable ,this is my unforgettable memories that they no regrets the most but the truth is,the more that you grow older and remember these memories you will be happy or sad l,but still you will learn to grow ,to change your old habits and start something new ,to always be careful of what you do or say. and always thank God for he has given to you and for the things you experience for that day And Now days there so much changes,so many thing that we cannot do with our friends and relatives cause we need to follow the protocol for being safe even this is so hard this is for our own good to make a better person we need to sacrifice and we always trust in God that theres hope to come in our life if we thingk always positive and pray,cause theres so possible happen uf we have faith this types of problem this is challenge of God to us if where the copiable for our prebelief cause i believe if we are alive we have propect in our life,dont stop dreaming and we always think positive.

After all, books are a man’s best friend, and they’ve been my best friends too. As extremely shy child I always found it hard to make actual “friends.” I was never a talkative kid. In fact, when other kids enjoyed jumping around, having fun, I would wish for some means of enjoying solitude. That is when I befriended my first book; Peter and Jane Book 1a Play with Us. My mother had bought me that book so I would learn to read. Well, I could read alright, or so I thought. Then again, it wasn’t what was inside that piqued my interest to pick up that thin hardback book, sit back on the couch and start reading it.

As far as I can recall, I peered at the vivid, illustrative cover of the book that depicted a boy and a girl peeking out of a tent for several minutes until finally turning the hardcover over. Now that I look back, those words, those sentences seem so simple, but back then, reading that simple transported me to a whole new world. Even though there wasn’t much to read in that book, but plenty of brightly colored images to see, I could almost picture myself there with Peter and Jane, just observing them from a distance. Believe it or not, that somewhat meaningless book is the reason I started reading in the first place, and it is because of that book that I have had the pleasure of reading some of the finest books over the years. That book filled the void of having no friends during my early-childhood years.

The very next day, I started reading the copy of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe I had received as a gift. Although the cover wasn’t as colorful as the books I had previously read, the illustration immediately captivated my attention. I put myself in place of those two children, and I imagined what it would be like to ride on top of a gigantic lion At first, the book itself did not capture my interest because I found it quite similar to the Wizard of Oz, but as I kept reading, I found myself joyfully lost i, i feel sad because my bestfriend

#about life #memoir writing

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thetpot · 3 years

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I just read you 10 stories post and I never knew you wrote Once upon a play and inconveniences. For some reason I realy love Once Upon a Play since it is such a fun story! So I had a question, since I think that I can safely assume you won't finish any of your old work. How were all you old stories supposed to end? So inconvenieces, on the sands of time (which is also a good story but just never got that far), etc. And maybe even what happened with Aang and Zuko later in Once Upon a play, since being gay illegal was in the fire nation.

oh my god, i’m screaming that someone who read my old work found me. biting my fist and screaaaming.

first of all, i’m glad you enjoyed them :) all those stories have big (huge, gargantuan, unavoidable!!!) issues but writing them brought me joy too. once upon a play especially was such a shitshow lmaoo, i was hammering out like 4000 word chapters a day and then doing the whole shitty “comment for an update thing” in the a/n. ew lol, anway :)

yes, it’s safe to assume i’ll never finish them. maybe i’ll adapt the concept for once upon a play and revamp it with more of an understanding of how ember island players was imperialist propaganda rather than just a cutesy fun play. something like: what might it mean for certain earth kingdom political figures, who perhaps were doing better under the fire nation (currying the fire nation’s favour by weakening the earth kingdom’s infrastructure), to leverage something outrageous like a play claiming the scion of the fire nation and the last airbender are in an illicit affair, and use it to weaken specifically zuko’s position back home and threaten to destabilize the peace. something along those lines.

i also quite like on the sands of time, but i’m iffy now on divorcing the characters from the world of atla and dropping them in some ahistoric middle eastern setting. i’d have to think long and hard on what kind of cultural and religious influences i want to include and what i want to ignore. it’s unlikely but if i was to work on any of them again, i’d pick those two.

as for how they were going to finish (or at least what was planned next, because i did not used to entirely outline all my fics, i think that might be obvious on re-reading once upon a play especially lmaooo), some elements i wanted to explore in inconveniences was that toph and iroh had an existing friendship that aang and zuko didn't know about, big party at sokka and katara's house, shenanigans with jet at that party, zuko and jet finally ending their fling at some point. aang's central arc within that story was basically this (taken from an old zipped file in the depths of my google drive, i didn't even remember i had this anymore lol): aang is tired of the sheltered life has been forced to live under gyatso’s wing. dissatisfied with his life, he is convinced that the answer lies in the conventional teen life – in parties, girls and alcohol. almost everything he does throughout the course of the story is in an attempt to live life to the fullest, to find the key to making himself feel whole for the first time in his life. however, as the story progresses, aang realizes that the void in his life does not need alcohol or drugs or parties or girls to fill it. he realizes that the only thing lacking in his life may have been maturity on his part.

which is yaknow… some characterization? not sure how i feel about it now, but at least, it's something lol.

as for zuko, he comes to realize the full extent of his disillusionment from life and considers that aang may be the key to fixing it once and for all. as the story progresses, zuko tries to find with jet the connection he feels with aang but is disappointed when he realizes that jet is nothing like the person he imagined him to be.

even though jet initially appears to only be a conventional villain, he is later fleshed out as we see that zuko is his safe zone, the only person with whom he relaxes. this connection, however, is negated by the fact that jet constantly does things to sabotage his relationship with zuko.

the thing about jet is interesting because it's more nuance than i gave him within the story in the first 8 chapters. i'm not convinced how well i would have been able to execute those layers of his characterization but yaknow, i guess it's nice to know i wasn't just trying to demonize him? i can promise you that i had no intention 11 years ago of extending even an ounce of that same nuance to the female characters, sadly.

anyway, the story was intended to wind down with aang being really reckless with his freedom, gyatso returning and aang needing to reckon with the fact that his actions have consequences (probably something to do with accidentally outing zuko since he treated his relationship with jet with a lot of disregard in the story, as far as i remember), and aang needing to repair his relationship with gyatso once he returns.

i'm iffy on the characterization of aang, looking back, but i won't say much on it coz it's a characterization, i guess? just not the one i'd go for if i was writing aang today.

as for on the sands of time, the next phase of the story would have been zuko realizing that azula is hot on their heels and separating from the group, realizing he cannot best azula on his own and so deciding to play double-agent with azula and string her along long enough to allow aang a chance of survival. azula and zuko would then chase them to the edge of the desert and gyatso dies before he can tell aang he is the avatar. to escape azula (and zuko), aang ends up bending both water and air.

as per gyatso's instructions, aang, katara and sokka venture deeper into the desert and along the way run into suki and the kyoshi warriors (who guard the boundary deeper into the desert), jet and his pals (who guard a part of the desert with huge geoglyphs of animals in exchange for the spirits granting them reduced dependence on water and food) and also zuko as the blue spirit. as they progress through the desert, they are aided by two mysterious figures who seem to be aiding them (surprise, it’s zuko and azula because the ozai actually does want aang to end up at the spirit gathering, he just wants to engineer that arrival to exploit that spirit energy for... something?).

end of the story, zuko and azula finally catch up, big fight between azula, zuko, the gaang, the freedom fighters and the spirits, and zuko almost dies. aang goes into the avatar state for the first time. and apparently, according to my bizzare notes, that's the end of volume 1 (?!!!). i literally forgot until this very moment that it was supposed to be a multi-volume story (lmao what). basically volume 1 was supposed to build this attraction between zuko and aang which comes to a head at the end of volume 1, when aang's distress at seeing zuko hurt activates the avatar state, and zuko nearly gets aang killed by revealing his hand to azula.

and then there's volume 2 (?! i still can't get over 12 year old me's ambition lmao). after the gaang and zuko flee from azula, both he and aang acknowledge their feelings for one another but iroh back in the white lotus is well aware that zuko is endangering the avatar because of his feelings and assigns someone else to protect the gaang. zuko leaves without telling aang, but instead of recalling zuko back to the city where iroh is, he makes zuko stay in the same city where aang is. aang tracks him down and they run into each other constantly while aang masters earthbending, and tension builds between zuko and aang as they resist their feelings for one another. the major conflict of this volume is when iroh tries to assign someone else as aang's firebending teacher. shenanigans ensue, tension galore. meanwhile, azula moves in to attack the city and once again, zuko and the gaang run (definitely sensing some repetition here lmao).

and then i never outlined volume 3 because i was a moron - an adorably ambitious one, but alas, one lacking the discipline to write what i think was supposed to be a 150k+ saga (?!).

as for what comes after once upon a play, i can promise you i barely thought about what was going to happen next in that story, much less what would happen after it.

anywho, i hope that answers your question :). it was nice to pull out my decade old notebook and realize i still had all these notes squirreled away somewhere lol.

#asks #thanks for the ask anon #looking back now it's very galling to see how i depicted specifically katara and the misogyny and racism inherent in that depiction #not to mention the rampant homophobia in my actual depictions of zuko and aang #not gonna tag this with any ships just to be on the safe side #as joyful as the experience of writing them was #i still feel a distinct dread in revisiting those fics and especially mentioning them on this tumblr #just because of how huge my blind spots were in my own biases #it just reminds me that if i didn't see those blind spots back then #i could still be missing huge things today #it's a hell of a thing

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kanene-yaaay · 4 years

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Vulnerable

Author’s note:

Thank you all very much for all the support, reblogs, heart and kinds words that you give to me. I can’t call this a christmas gift, but I really hope that you like it and this small oneshot is able to light up your day! ‘w’)s2

Just like all the random ideias this came when I was doing chorus, because, of cooooourse my brain wouldn’t give me a plot when I’m free and with time to write. xDDD

Just a bunch of fluff with all the Light Sides atke caring of Virgil. I love to write these scenarios. sorrey words. No angst today. xP

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* Lee!Virgil and Ler!Logan. However, tickling isn’t the main plot this time. xP

* Hmmm… This is a fluff fanfic with liking for tickling. If you don’t like this kind of stuff, please look for another blog, there are plenty of lovelys and fantastic arts in this site!! ‘u’).

* Something around 4000 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any advice is very very welcome!

* Fanfics em português brasileiro (Portuguese Version) ! Thank you so much for reading, my lollipops! Have a wooooonderful day regardless it’s festive or not! Take care of yourself and of your family, friends... Everyone who is dear for you! Byeioo!~

[~*~]

Vulnerable.

This was a bittersweet word. Maybe a little too much bittersweet. It was that set of letters that provoked a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. That kind of set that if he asked to Logan to define it, would receive a very different answer from the one that he really felt to be the real one.

Weak.

He remembers his first days living with the others on the Light Side: spending a lot of time in his room, crackled his fingers with worrying frequency every time he got out from his place and ended up interacting with someone; was always fearful and, when this fear became almost impossible to maintain or hides and someone addressed him a word, the purple lover showed his personality abruptly, with rough and sharp words. The feelings beating, counting the seconds to see how much time it would last until they expelled him from there, because one thing was extremely certain:

“ – I-I can’t understand. – His voice came out in a mix of tiredness and anger, sparkling almost as hard as his sharp, frustrated look. – Why do all of you still doing this? Why are keeping me here? Why don’t you kick me out? Why pretend that I never did anything wrong?? – His voice stuck in his throat before he could release the main question, that one which made his heart hurt for keep it for so long.

‘Why do you treat me like family?’

- You are an essential part for Thomas’ welfare. – The voice from the logic aspect echoed in the room occupied only by the two sides. In truth, initially it was only for Virgil to be there. However, Logan just settled down a few inches away from the first one, a book in hands and deaf ears for the growl that came from the mouth of the anxious aspect. – Your vigilant and awareness about the reality’s state helps him to keep his two feet on the ground. Something that I am grateful.

And then he elevates his glare, taking by surprise the pair of brown eyes, which quickly deviated his attention to the wall, before hearing the phrase that let out from the other lips, in a definitely softer tune.

- None of us is perfect. We never were.

Virgil felt his body relaxes with relief. Absolutely against his desire.

He was not like any of them.

It took a few days for these first reactions to fade little by little. The urge to flee decreased and the frequency he went out increased. He stopped to throw out sharp and rough words to speak less often. He would let himself fall in the steps of the stair and stayed there watching his phone and listening music. Much because it was his favorite hobby, and part because as this he could easily observed (and mot of time unnoticed) the Light Sides interacting.

“- Hey, easy there. – Warm, loving hands gently held his own, and Virgil controlled his first instinct to retreat and flight, quickly recognizing Patton’s voice and gestures. Was it weird that in such short time he already could recognize each of them? By their voice’s timbre, way to walk, the position they had around him… Would it be weird if some day they knew that he already was aware about of all this? – You will end hurting yourself, son. – As the one who wears glasses spoke, he untangled Virgil’s fingers, since the purple lover was crackling them in five different ways since the beginning of the movie, when he was called to join the Family Movie Night.

The paternal side has a special skill to utter more than words said, and Virgil felt his ears burn with the blush that hit his face when he realized how deep, delicate and affectionate that phrase was.

- I am not your son. – Complained in a mix of grumbled and growl that only could be researched and pronounced with a lot of training. Patton laughed and intertwined one of their hands, the other one being free to ruffle the hair strands of the anxious side, who falsely angry puffed, breaking free from the touch.

- Sure you’re not, Hamilson! – Roman smiled brightly, extremely happy and proud for the reference utilized by the heart’s representation. Logan seemed be the only one who really was paying attention on the movie, and soon Virgil joined him.

Partly because the plot was really interesting and part because he wanted to ignore the sense of comfort emanating from his hand, which would be totally separated from Patton’s one if it wasn’t for the two little fingers that still tangled. Again, absolutely against his desire.

And, with the pass (a little more) of time (his own time) he changed from the stairs to the couch and started to do the chores by the morning and not just at dawn, when the others were away or asleep. He also began to smile more from Patton’s dad jokes and the little fights between a Logan without coffee and a sleep-drunk Roman, who didn’t stopped to summon the most eccentrics possible (and impossible) things in the kitchen.

Virgil began to feel equally comfortable listening to his songs even when he forgot/lost/gave up to find his headphones, and, as a thank you, didn’t complained about the 150 stories and/or performances Roman created based in each one of the lyrics. Even if those didn’t have much of that bitter taste from angst that makes the whole climax even more interesting, in his opinion.

Just as he felt free to lean against the back of Logan’s armchair, reading over his shoulders when realized that the one who wears tie enjoyed some book about astronomy, since the theories about of how the Universe and everything with it emerged, were too precious to leave the shame kept him from reading.

The sporadic jumpscares from the logical side as he became suddenly aware about the other’s presence were equally appreciated.

And, in the end, Virgil relaxed and lowered his guard enough to take a nap when Patton sat at besides him on the couch, either to try ‘just one more!’ of the thousands of handworks that he so much loved, or just to lay down his legs after a particularly hard day on the kitchen. Sometimes he would woke up when the paternal side softly pulled him to rest his head in his shoulder or lap (depending on how much both were sprawled out in the furniture), running his fingers through his purple hair from time to time. Sometimes humming something while working or sometimes let himself lean on Virgil for a small nap, too.

“Thomas yawed and it might seem, to anyone who watched from the outside, that he covered the other’s mouth, due how suddenly his voice stopped to excitedly fulfill the air.

- You are tired. – It wasn’t a question. Virgil could not detect the very tone of voice that stuffed his sentence. – You should go to sleep.

The bed where both were resting shifted a little as the human turned to see the hours before undoing the action until he could stare the purple lover aspect.

- It’s still early. Logan said that I should stay away from the cellphone for half an hour before bed.

No answer.

- Come on… - Thomas replied, his supplicant voice mingled with that puppy eyes that should have been considered a cheating so scandalous until the point to have laws to forbidden them. Virgil began to feel his barriers falling. Damn it. – You know you’re the only one who has enough persistence to keep me from picking up my phone and start to watch animals being cute.

The one on the hoodie growled.

- Logan also told me that the yawning is a sign that the body is attempting to stay awake, which means that your theories are so interesting that I am really trying hard to hear any and every bit o-

- Okay, okay!! – He prevented the other from completing his phrase, covering his mouth and rolling his eyes to the laughter that hit its moments later. – Just, stop with this… sentimental stuff. Urg. – And then withdrew his hand, both turning to face the ceiling of the room, seeing more than could actually explain. – So, where were I? Oh, yes. And that is why, if the aliens remained in the area 51 and it really was in Earth, the time travel…

…

And for some time they slept, but, as always, Virgil found himself slightly waking up when he felt the other’s arms wrap him in a firm and affection mixture that had probably taken training and time to research; and, even more surprisingly, the side on hoodie didn’t felt himself pushing him away or sinking to his own room, and yes relaxing and sighing comfortably. Soon allowing his eyes to close and both fall back into the Dream World.

It took a little longer to feel that he really could lower his guards. Talked more, without fear of being inconvenient, wander by the entire Mental Palace like a lost soul (he was really proud of the amount of jumpscares he manage to get from the family), sporadically visited the others sides to chat (but only when he was sure that they were in their room and in rare moments, just as he wished it were visits to his own room); and, finally, starting to realize, step by step, memory by memory, fight to fight, discussion to discussion and intern joke to intern joke which Patton’s card, the debates with Logan, the pranks with Roman and the conversation with Thomas mean.

Which meant being in a famILY.

Which meant being able to be vulnerable, to be himself, to allow himself to be attacked at any time, by acts or words, just for the simple and liberating fact that none of them would do so, and vice versa. Perhaps happened to exists some bruises, however never really wanting to.

“- You never showed me your room before. – Virgil uttered, part afraid to bring this subject up, but the other part, the most insistent, being too much curious to let the doubt arrested himself. His feet played, submerged in the water of the small river that crossed this part of the room belonging to the creative side.

- Maybe because you never seemed like a nature lover…? – The prince answered with a touch of doubt, as he wasn’t very sure about his own statement. In the end he shrugged, which was a little weird, since he was floating and keeping himself in the same place between the river flows by an only vine tangled in his wrist.

- Fair. So, you’re the type that is carried away by the appearances, huh?

- What!?? – With the fright, Roman almost lost his balance, trying to sit up before remembering that he was in the middle of water and not on a solid surface. For a moment everything became a mess of water being splashed to any and every possible direction, something that would worries the purple side, if it didn’t took more than a few seconds to the creativity side stabilize himself again, staring him as he has been slapped in the face. – Pardon me?? I am the romantic side! Nothing to me is more important than the soul, the essence, the heart! ~

Virgil was almost sure that it was some flirt in this sentence, which wouldn’t be such a surprise, since it was almost countless all the times Roman flirted with every side who simply happened to pass for him. The battle between him and Deceit remained as a historical mark in the Mind Palace.

- Mh hm. – Virgil replied, the sarcasm flying from his tongue with an incredible facility, something that the member of royalty was plenty used to. – Just a sec that I’m gonna be right back after fake that I believe in you.

- Take the chance and give me my cellphone to call and cancel that intimacy that you think you have with me. – The sharp look released by the one using eyelashes matched with his royal teasing smile. It took a while, as everything else in life, but both finally had researched a point where they knew the limits to play and teasing. Not everything was always clear as water (Ok. Maybe he needs to decrease his time with Patton.) however, one day the two would get there.

Roman began to suspect when, instead to answer with acid words; the purple lover really got his phone and started to type something. He swam closer to the margin.

- Hey, Roman. What does “Aqui esta mi numero” mean?

- … Heres my number. – Virgil gave what would have been one last click on the screen of his device, and then, from the prince’s pocket, a sound exploded echoing through all the room.

- SO CALL ME BABY!!! HEY, I JUST MET YOU, AND IT’S CRAZY!

The representation of creativity probably would jump something around five feet from the ground if he wasn’t in the river. With clumsy hands and several incoherent half-curses, even more inaudible amid the song and Virgil’s laugh, he took some great time before finally refuse the call, stopping 90% the sound, since the one on hoodie stilled laughing.

- Ha! Jokes on you, Stormcloud! I do adore ‘Call Me Baby’!

The purple lover pretended to wipe a tear from his eye, before staring at him with a smirk shining in his face.

- So, why all the fuzz to hush i- WOW! HEY! – The currents protests was due the vines wrapped his sides, seconds before drop him the water. The prince knew about the other’s swimming skills, so, his only concern was just laughing at his mate.

- ROMAN! – He emerged, a dangerous look glooming and leading a shiver rand down Roman’s spine and a nervous smile spread over his face. All his expression has an only message: - Run.

Survive Advice: If the aspect of Fight and Flight tells you to run, you run. Even if you’re in the water.”

It was about this same time he began to have these dreams, that sweet dreams, which, when you woke up, don’t feel a heavy feeling in the chest but a peace. Those dreams which he would wake up happy, refreshed, ready to open his eyes and feel joy for liking his reality. That kind of dream that was important enough to remember. Most of this kind of dreams involved the three light sides, along with Thomas.

Due this, there was no way he would leave his room is if he was sleepy. Remus had once confirmed to him that he really did speak in he sleep, and Virgil didn’t wanted to risk the others obtained this knowledge in the most cliche and weird way possible.

Which would be soooo much easier if Thomas wasn’t going back to the habit of sleeping at F I V E AM in the days he considered himself on a break.

Nevertheless, sure, nothing in his existence was easy, was it?

So, the second the purple lover opened his heavy eyes, he was aware of four thing in the exactly same time:

1º - He wasn’t in his room.

2º - A blanket covered him.

3º - His mouth was dry.

4º - He had no idea about what time it was.

Trying to remove the remnants from the nap rubbing his eyes, the representation of anxiety went into the kitchen, soon coming back with a glass of water and sat on the couch, thinking how pleasant his dream had been and that he should soon write down all the details to not forget the butterflies in tummy, which still persisted until now.

- You talk in your sleep. – It was not a question. It was a statement. Virgil almost dropped his phone, his body paralyzing for a second, the memories running fast and clear through his brain. Soft touches, smiles, that unbearable and yet so good sensation in his skin…

Laughter.

His face automatically burned as if he was making a tomato cosplay. With little struggling a look, part relaxed and part nervous, took over his expression.

- Is that so? Did I said something? – Took a sip of water. It wasn’t cold enough to soothe the heat that still covered his cheeks and not hot enough to dispel the cold in his belly.

- Affirmative. – Logan adjusted his glasses; putting the bookmarker before close the book and delicacy sets its aside in the coffee table. – Interesting, indeed; and enlightening.

Curse the day that the one who wears tie began to love mystery books and now liked to talk in codes. Who does he think he is? Yoda?? Virgil almost frowned for irritation, but wouldn’t let himself be carried away by the other’s, who carefully observed Virgil calmly lay in the couch with his phone (turned off, that’s true) in hands, game.

- I wouldn’t define a dream like that. – Retaliated with a grin. – They aren’t the best example of logic, you know?

- I do not believe it is more about the dream itself, and yes, what it represents. – It wasn’t his impression, Logan did approached some inches. Virgil’s muscles tensed. – Many times, due being from the human’s subconscious, the dreams can capture things that usually the own conscious mind don’t even realize. Unnoticed memories, ancient facts that seemed been forgotten… - Little break. The representation of Fight and Flight felt the blush increased. He knew. He knew, he knew he knewheknewheknewheknew!! And even worse, he knew that Virgil knew. The purple lover felt a smile starting to struggle to open in his mouth. – Unvoiced wishes.

The aspect on hoodie jumped from the couch in a millisecond, his mind clouded by the nervousness and euphoria, which started to took over his being just for the unspoken words. Logan knew about his dream. His secret desire that, even being relaxed and adapted and feeling loved around them, he wasn’t told to anyone yet.

Tickling.

The aspect of ‘Fight or Flight’ does not trip, Virgil was sure, however, the quickly approaching ground questioned his belief and, when his body collapsed on it and he turned to prevent Logan, realized too late that the said already has sat on his legs, an atypical smile in his face.

- Don’t. You. Dare. – Half smiling, half defensive. The one on hoodie attempted unsuccessfully to break free, until when those words came out from the other’s lips:

- Only if you are comfortable with that.

Maybe it was for the certainty with which this sentence was said, or the affection it represented, or the worry that showed, or even the dream he had before and the chase that made each one of his ticklish spots euphorically tingle with just the thought of fingers wriggling on them.

Maybe it was even for the sincerity and calm in his glare, as if he had said nothing much. Virgil opened his mouth for some seconds, but no sound came out. His eyes met with the hand on his ribs, the sensation to feeling they still being more unbearable than imagining them moving. His entire face blushed, which he tried to hide on his shoulders.

- Whatever.

An amused puff was the only answer from the logic side before his fingers scratched Virgil’s neck, leading the purple lover released a light squeal and pulled his face out of the hiding place, trying to protect the attacked spot. The tickles stopped, which made him open his, almost frustrated, eyes just to find Logan simply wriggling his fingers meticulously in the air, right above his skin, going from a spot to another while spread amount of electrics shivers through his nerves

- I wonder where I should start the experiment… Should I go up and down? Focus in just one spot? Maybe one per time should be the ideal, since you seem be too ticklish in everywhere… - Virgil began to squirm, stopping in the last second with as a frustrated grumble pushed from his mouth. Knowing the representation of the knowledge and curiosity, these wonders were true. However, the smirk growing in his expression make him doubt about that.

After sometime, Virgil opened his mouth, ready to ask for him do something (anything!), which showed to be a bad choice, since in that very minute the fingers met his ribs and a quick giggle let out his mouth, didn’t finding any barrier to stop it. The struggle from the purple lover (and, as it seems, tickle lover, too) to escape becoming a little stronger.

- Nahahahahaha!! Lohohohgan!! – The fingers were making circular motions in the upper ribs. First giving attention to just one, then two, then three then... This before his mind get completely messed and he felt the tem fingers hiking his ribs. – NAHAHAHAHA – Uuuuup. – Wahahahahahahahait! – Dooooown. – NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT– Up it goes. – TheheheheheHEHEHEheheHEHEHEheHEHE!! – And now he went up and down and in random patters, focusing in just one side before presenting the same treatment to the other. Virgil hugged himself as tightly as he could, seeking prevent his arms to stop the feeling.

- This sounds like a good place. – The logical aspect continued, his calm and stable voice being betrayed by his playfully (and a little bit crazy, it’s important to mention) painted grin. His hands stopped, moving away from Virgil and giving him time to take some sips of air and struggle to not melt in giggles that escaped from his lips. Logan held one of his hands, delicately pushing it up. – Nevertheless I ask to myself how it going to be with this so well hidden spot.

- Lohohohohohgan! Nohoho! W-wahahahahahahait! – His face was bright by how huge was his smile, almost as luminously as the sparkle in his glare. The one who (always) wears tie (and sometimes a unicorn onesie) slightly ned his head, his free hand entering under the hoodie and giving small light squeezes in each one ribs where he slowly walked by, generating a series of laugh intercalated by squeaks and quick jumps. He tried to free his wrist from the other’s hold.

- Yes, Virgil? Is there something that you want to tell? – The purple side, who had the blush spread to his neck, just shook his head, without being able (or not wanting to) pronounce anything. His nose winkled and his eyes were lightly shouted down, maybe having the conciseness that the dark made him even more sensitive. ~

Logan began to trace with an only finger irregular patterns in his armpits, happily watching him curl up a little and put even more effort to lower his arm.

-Plehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehahahahahahase!!

- Do you want me to speed up? Alright.

And then all the five tickler fingers attacked all at once. Scratching, poking, wriggling, drumming and exploring every little piece of researchable skin to tickle from the other.

- LohohohoGAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHAhahahahahahahaHAHAhaha!!! – Now, the laughter danced more freely and in a higher flow. Logan keep the tickles for a few more minutes, switching between armpits and upper ribs. Since not know the next step seemed essential to get more shrieks and high-pitched laugh.

The logic side retreated, letting the representation of ‘Fight or Flight’ finally lower his arm and curl up, the laugh coming back to little sporadic giggles. When he opened his eyes again, Virgil faced a long dark-blue feather millimeters away from his bellybutton. His glare met Logan’s, noticing how equally his expression was with that crazy scientists, and wondering, for that brief moment, how his own expression looked like.

“Like a light.” Logan would answer if he had the ability to read the other’s mind. “Because it looks like capable to light the darkest night.”

“And…”

- NononononO!

He wriggled the feather into Virgil’s navel, who practically jumped with the sensation that hit without any warning his body.

“He certainly would be a warning to a thunder, or even the coming storm.”

All his nerves and instincts were laughing. Virgil was absolutely sure about that while his mind became a messy cloudy of laugh and happy tears accumulating in his eye’s corner. His smile went ear to ear and it was really impressive that Logan haven’t been hurled by the strength which he squirmed. The laugh reverberated in his chest and filled him with enjoy.

“An adorable storm, indeed.”

He stopped, because the loud sound could attract the others and the most rational side doubted this was something that the one on hoodie would like to. Give him some more to breath.

- My gohohohohohohohohohosh… - He still squirming slightly, wiping some small fallen tears. – Yohohohou arehehehehe ruthlehehehehehess, right?

- I believe that I was quite carried away by the experiment. – He lifted up the feather, unaware about the electric shivers running Virgil’s spine just by this movement. – I suppose that you enjoy light tickles as well, am I right? Would the neck be a good spot for this?

Virgil didn’t answered for a few moments, ultimately agreeing with a quick nod, and feeling the other rise from his, now numbs, legs. Logan readjusted himself by his side, letting the feather softly dance on his neck, tracing his jaw, which trembled for the small chuckles that escaped from the said, until this spot behind his ear, which made him release gaps of laughter.

In the end, Logan got up, going towards the coffee table to recall his book, before coming back together with the glass of water in hands, quickly handing over to the purple side, who still couldn’t erase the euphoric wobbly smile from his face. Seconds of comfort silent permeated between both. Virgil fight against which its representation before breaking it.

- Thank you.

Logan blinked, a bit surprised, before nodding, putting the feather in his pocket and letting a small smile took over his mouth.

- I’m glad for we share this… bounding moment. It was quite pleasant.

- Seriously?

- Sure.

- Well it was… pleasant for me, too.

Quick smiles. Happy glares.

- Don’t ever talk about this with anyone! Not even about the dream! – Sibilated.

- I’m afraid to not know what you’re talking about. – And the one who wears tie left the room, his amusing sentence still floating in the air. Virgil couldn’t help but smile one more time, absolutely against his desire, sure.

Vulnerable.

Now he understood the sense that this word could assume when surrounded by the right people.

Trust.

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kpopbopz · 5 years

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min yoongi | careful what you wish for (angst trigger warning)

!!!trigger/angst warning: attempted suicide and harsh language.

disclaimer: this is a work of FICTION; purely meant for entertainment, all texts are fake and does not reflect the personality of min yoongi or any bts member.

also, if you or someone you love is feeling suicidal or in an abusive relationship, please seek help; I don’t mind talking and giving some advice but understand that I am not always available or a professional. ♥

♡.

You froze in place as you stared down at what you’ve done completely baffled with your suddenly increased capability of clumsiness. You watched as Yoongi’s keyboard malfunctioned and LED lights underneath the keys faded out. You had accidentally spilled a bottle of water all over it and you knew that once Yoongi found out, he would be beyond furious. Namjoon had been a witness to the destruction, surprised he hadn’t caused it himself, but at the same time knowing better not to go near Yoongi’s area of work, and definitely not to bring food or drinks—especially drinks—into the studio in the first place.

“Oh, no. Yoongi will kill me! Namjoon—what am I going to do?” you questioned as the instant feeling of panic was beginning to settle. Quickly you moved to get the napkins from the bag you brought, pressing feverishly down on the keyboard hoping it would revive back to life.

“Don’t worry about it Y/n,” Namjoon interrupted your thoughts, “I’m sure he’ll understand that your intentions were good.” He shrugged it off, still knowing that Yoongi was going to react with badly no matter how this looked. “Just buy him a new one and he should be fine, at least it was you of all people, he’ll have to show some mercy.”

“Okay,” you nodded, still with a distraught look on your face, trying to calculate how much money it would cost and how fast the same version of the keyboard could possibly be delivered to you. “I’ll make it up to him, I swear. Just tell him I’m sorry and that I’ll see him later, and to eat.” With that you left the studio in a hurry; you had to get home to finish up a project assignment for class and to now order a new keyboard for your boyfriend.

It wasn’t until about an hour later while you were just reading up on your research when your phone buzzed; suspecting that it was Yoongi, you read it immediately...

You bit down on your bottom lip, quickly responding in order to try to not escalate the situation more than what it needed to. The only thing you wanted was to help your boyfriend, you wanted him to stay healthy considering the long days and nights he was working in the studio; all you wanted was to help.

Holding your breath, you could only hope that he would accept your apology. He couldn’t be that mad at you for wanting him to eat. Right?

Another buzz.

You couldn’t help but feel the sharp pain in your chest at his words. You annoyed him? He knew that you were sensitive and you tried to reason with him. Yoongi was supposed to be your sweet and kind boyfriend, he was just saying this because he was angry, that’s all, right?

Sometimes he needed to be reminded where to stop before he crossed the line, so you responded once again.

You stared at your phone, watching as the bubbles popped up while he was typing. The anxiety creeping in your chest was almost unbearable, hoping that he would understand how sorry you were.

His next message appeared.

Now he was really hitting below the belt. No feelings of anger surfaced for you, just guilt and sadness. He knew that you had a hard time with your confidence and often times would fall into states of depression because of it. This was mainly because a lot of his fans would deteriorate your character and looks on social media. Constantly berating you with insults and telling you just how much you didn’t deserve Yoongi, that you were an ugly, gold-digging lowlife that should just disappear.

Usually, he would be the one that would remind you that they were wrong and you were more than that, but now it was as if all of that sweet talk was out the door. He had no remorse for what he was saying and everything he mentioned felt like it was his way of being spiteful.

You responded, wishing that he would just stop already. You didn’t want to make this anything more than what it already has become.

By this point, he didn’t realize that tears were streaming down your cheeks. Yoongi was throwing all your insecurities right back in your face as if you wanted to be this way. You couldn’t help the fact that you didn’t feel worth his time sometimes, and you felt bad every time you asked for his help. There was no way for you to know that it was bothersome for him because he always led on that he would build you up no matter what.

After your last response, you hoped that this would be the end of the discussion. It wasn’t like he wasn’t going to get a new keyboard from you, so it was completely unnecessary and rather painful that he was lashing out at you without any type of remorse.

The text messages to appear next shattered you into pieces.

I wish you would just disappear.

His words absolutely destroyed you, turning you into a bawling mess as you sat on the edge of your bed. Water stains hit your paperwork as you reread his last few messages over and over again, feeling the undeniable pain in your chest. He broke you. Of all the people in the world, Yoongi telling you to disappear was the final straw.

You couldn’t help but feel like you were a burden, on him and everyone else that constantly reminded you, no matter how hard you tried to escape. But hearing it from Yoongi, your sugar bear was proof enough that it was all true.

Barely being able to see through your tear-blurred vision, you typed your final response, apologizing and finally deciding to give him what he wanted.

For you to disappear.

With that being said, you turned off your phone, letting it fall down to your feet. The only thing going through your head was that he didn’t want you anymore. He couldn’t stand dealing with you and all the emotional baggage he claimed that you brought to this relationship. If he thought that you were that irritating and should just disappear then what was stopping you?

With tear stained cheeks, red eyes, blurred vision, and a broken demeanor, you got whatever strength you had left over to get up and go to the bathroom, searching for the strongest pills you could find.

You wouldn’t be a problem anymore, you would just disappear...

Having already closed the texts after he let out his frustrations on you, Yoongi didn’t see your very last few words to him just yet.

“I can’t believe she would even come in here. She knew that I wasn’t here. God, Y/n knew that I was taking a nap and didn’t need her help,” Yoongi was non-stop ranting to Namjoon, oblivious to just the amount of damage he had caused you because of his blinding rage. “She’s so damn annoying; how am I supposed to get my work done now?!”

“You should relax Yoongi. When she came in here earlier, she really was just checking up on you,” he shrugged it off, handing Suga a notebook and pen, “Besides, you know how clumsy I can get myself, show her some mercy. Use this anger in a positive way and just write down your lyrics the old fashioned way while she gets you a new keyboard. Lashing out on her isn’t the way to go and you know it.”

He did know that, and he was starting to feel terrible about what he said. Even though you frustrated him sometimes, he knew that your intentions were good and taking it out on you the way he did, was indeed going too far.

Yoongi took a few calming breaths before he was ready to finally apologize and hash it out, given his younger’s wise words. Lifting his phone, he was planning to text you to treat you to dinner tonight, but what he didn’t expect was to open your texts, seeing that you took him seriously in his fit of rage.

“No, no, no, no, no,” Yoongi had an alarm ringing in his head and began to rapidly type on his phone, panic beginning to settle in his chest.

It had finally started sinking in what he’s done. He slowly stood, phone in his shaky hands, waiting impatiently for you to respond.

“What’s going on?” Namjoon would speak up.

“C’mon Y/n,” Yoongi would mumble under his breath, eyes glued to his phone screen, searching for any type of sign that you were getting his texts, “Please, oh my god.” His fingers would rapidly keep typing, needing to know that you were okay.

*recommended song while reading: when the party’s over by billie eilish from this point on.*

He waited another moment, re-reading his previous texts and seeing how cruel he was to you and it brought tears to his eyes. Yoongi dialed your number, listening to the endless rings before your voicemail came through. He tried again and again, each ring sending him into a further panic.

“Joon, call 911, now! Send the ambulance to Y/n’s apartment,” his words were practically slurred because of him speaking so fast, however, Joon still managed to immediately do what he was told. “Fuck Y/n, pick up your damn phone!” Yoongi visibly was shaking, he could barely even text you with his hands trembling the way they were in absolute fear of what you could’ve done to yourself because of his carelessness.

“They’re on their way over there now,” Namjoon tore him away from his distressed state for a moment. “Do you need me to co—,” he was cut off once his hyung quickly dispersed from the studio, leaving everything behind except for his keys and phone which was still glued to his hand, quickly sending you another few texts just before getting in the car and heading toward your place himself, needing to know that you were okay.

On his way there, it would be his fifteenth time calling your phone to no avail. Somehow he managed to get there before the ambulance did. Yoongi burst into your place, screaming out for you. In his panic, he searched everywhere he could think of, seeing that your room was left empty. It wasn’t until he searched most of the apartment that he realized the only place left to look was the bathroom which was closed. Upon turning the knob, he found out that it’s locked.

“Y/n?! Y/n, baby, open the door,” he spoke to you through the door, his voice nearly cracking. Upon receiving no answer, he started to bang on the wooden surface standing between both of you. “Open the door! Y/N! Babygirl please I’m sorry, please, open the door, oh god—,” his voice would begin to crack even more than it was already, the worst possible scenarios crossing his mind. Feeling the rush of adrenaline pulse through him at the thought of your limp body, he kicked the door in, finding his absolute nightmare come true.

He fell down onto his knees, instantly cradling your unconscious body, crying above you as he held on tight to you.

“No, no, p-lease, wake u-up, please, y/n,” he would whimper, not paying attention to the distorted sound of EMTs rushing into the apartment. “Baby no, WAKE UP! Please? Please, wake up for me. I’m so so sorry.”

Yoongi was then forcefully dragged away from you, his face red and being stained with tears as he watched them check over your limp body, not knowing if he would ever get you back, not knowing if he could ever apologize and hold you again in his arms, and kiss you, and tell you how much you meant to him, and how much he didn’t mean it.

He didn’t mean it when he said to disappear, and now seeing that he broke you to the point where you would actually want to leave him like this, broke him too.

“Please y/n..”

part two.

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Rubatosis! For Credence Barebone and OG Percival Graves!

Quite the blast from the past! Thanks for the prompt!

rubatosis - the unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat

Graves understands, in a cerebral sense, that being near Credence is a terrible (atrocious!) idea. He’s never claimed to be a wise man, though. The young man is not only the most powerful Obscurus seen in centuries, but still under suspicion of being compromised by Grindelwald’s control. He works in MACUSA not out of any concern for his gainful employment but because he must be under constant surveillance.

Likewise, Graves is entirely aware that his position as Director of Magical Security and Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement in MACUSA is held for similar reasons. He is the second most powerful wizard in America, though suspected of being compromised by Grindelwald’s control. He works in MACUSA not out of any concern for his gainful employment but because he must be under constant surveillance.

The parallels are too strong to be denied.

That alone, without anything else, would be enough to fascinate Graves into idiocy. But there is a second part of the issue, and that is the part which apparently neither he nor Credence has revealed to MACUSA: that they were acquaintances well before Grindelwald came to New York.

And now here they are, working in the same building.

Credence is with the Office for the Misuse of No-Maj Artifacts, because it��s out of the way and he has a remarkable skill with identifying curses and uncanny enchantments. He is very quiet. He makes no noise and, generally, seems to try to pretend he’s not there. The majority of wizards are content to go along with the pretense and even forget he’s there for real.

Graves, on the other hand, does not. He notices Credence every time he passes him in the halls. And he is absolutely certain, based on sliding glances and quick ducking around of corners, that Credence notices him.

It all comes to a head at the end of a sunny summer day Graves would much rather have spent in Central Park. Someone down in the Misuse of No-Maj Artifacts forgot to send a report up to MLE and, of course, by the time it’s noticed, everyone else has gone except the overnight Aurors.

And of course Graves goes down himself to pick up the report.

He finds the office dark save for the glow of a single desk light, illuminating a tall young man bent over the desk and hard at work. Graves pauses for a moment, looking through the glass pane, as Credence writes rapidly on what is probably the report Graves is looking for. He’s a very nice sight, on this dim evening in a silent building.

At the sound of the door opening, Credence looks up. No more the startled deer he’d been when they first met, but rather calm, even serene, quite at home. He rises. “Good evening, Mr. Graves.”

“Evening, Mr. Barebone,” Graves says, attempting brusqueness and miserably failing. He crosses the room and leans against the facing desk, hands in his pockets. “I’m assuming that report you’re writing was supposed to come to me.”

“It got lost in the rush, sir,” Credence says. There’s a hint of a smile on his face and his eyes gleam. He’s very tall, handsome face cast in sharp relief by the single golden light. It occurs to Graves suddenly that Credence really is twenty-five years old, not the child he used to perceive.

“Well, I hope it’s about done,” Graves says, gesturing at the desk.

“It will be,” Credence says. He blinks slowly, like a cat. “You only came for the report, of course.”

Graves has a sudden inkling that the report got intentionally lost in the rush, and that Credence intentionally stayed behind to finish it.

“Of course,” Graves says.

“Well, then,” Credence says, “please sit down, sir. While I finish up.”

Graves sits slowly, pulling up a chair beside Credence’s desk, and watching his long hands at work on the report. Time drifts into stasis and Graves feels himself almost doze off, head propped on one hand.

All at once, Graves realizes that the sound of the pen has stopped.

He looks up to find Credence watching him, dark eyes still. “The report is finished, sir,” Credence says, still with that half-smile.

Graves is very aware of his heartbeat.

And of Credence waiting for him to reply.

Perhaps it’s time for Graves to realize just how unwise he really is.

#nork writes #gradence #graves/credence

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thedaughterofkings · 4 years

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Tag Game: Dig a Little Deeper

Thank you for the tag, @theproblemwithstardust! These are always fun to think through!

1. do you prefer writing with a black pen or a blue pen? Blue

2. would you prefer to live in the country or in the city? Depends on the city - I was very happy in Edinburgh, but wouldn’t be able to live in New York, I think, at least not for long. In general, the happy middle is ideal - big enough to get most of the advantages of a city (big shops with long opening hours, good travel connections, some cultural options), but small enough and close enough to the country side to have a garden and a short way into a forest

3. if you could learn a new skill, what would it be? I think I’d like to be better at handy man type things, and just feel more confident to try them out? Other than that there are so many instruments I’d love to learn!

4. do you drink your tea/coffee with sugar? I very, very rarely drink coffee, and if I do I’ll often add some sugar. But I drink tea every day and take no sugar there.

5. what was your favorite book as a child? An old book of my grandma’s, from when she was a child, which I used to read every single time we visited! It was about four sisters and their coming of age and I just loved it! I really need to reread it. Other than that our fairy tale books (good old German bloody versions, no disney sugar in this household!), and Max Kruse’s Urmel series!

6. do you prefer baths or showers? Showers for sure! I pretty much only take a bath in winter and then I’ll usually take a quick shower afterwards to wash my hair, because washing my hair in the bath is a pain that will lead to flooding.

7. if you could be a mythical creature, which one would you be? A DRAGON!!!!! If that’s for some reason not an option, then a selkie!

8. paper or electronic books? Paper books and electronic fics - though I’ve seen some book binding tutorials making the rounds and I’m very tempted now to print out my favourites and bind them prettily!

9. what is your favorite item of clothing? Gosh, I don’t even know? Probably a dress, but I wouldn’t be able to choose between them...

10. do you like your name? would you like to change it? I like it and wouldn’t want to change it! It’s relatively rare here (though not world wide, so not some strange invention from my parents), but not to the point of being incomprehensible (usually - there have been some interesting spellings, especially from English speaking people) and I think it fits me!

11. who is a mentor to you? My mum? But she’s my mum, so does she really count as a mentor? Singing wise perhaps my conductor, but she’s also a pain, so there’s that? I can’t really think of someone I’d truly call my mentor!

12. would you like to be famous? if so, what for? To do Dancing with the Stars! (Or Strictly, or Let’s dance, wherever they’ll take me!) No seriously, I’d love to do one of the dance shows, and that’s the only reason I’d like to be famous. I’d like to be reasonably rich of course, to be financially secure enough to be able to easily help family and friends and causes close to my heart (and buy and uphold a Scottish castle), but you don’t necessarily need to be famous for that. But just being famous for famous-sake? To be recognised wherever you go? No thanks. That sounds absolutely horrible.

13. are you a restless sleeper? That’s a pretty resounding yes unfortunately.

14. Do you consider yourself to be a romantic person? Oh god, I don’t even know. Do I enjoy romance? In fic yes, in books and films often not, in realy life excessive PDA creeps me out and honestly, my threshold for that is super low, so excessive probably means more like ‘any PDA’. As for whether I’m personally romantic? I’ve never been a romantic relationship and I’m not sure I even want to be!

15. which element best represents you? Earth perhaps? I’m not really sure what the elements even represent, though, so who knows! Probably not fire, though :p

16. who do you want to be closer to? I’m good actually, I think!

17. do you miss someone at the moment? Not in a particular ‘I miss you right now and won’t miss you in an hour’ way. I always miss my dad and grandpa, but that’s a different kind of missing, I think.

18. tell us about an early childhood memory. I remember the blinds and doors of the holiday home we stayed in when I was ... four? five? And the path to the beach!

19. what is the strangest thing you have eaten? I’m not the most adventurous eater admittedly, but as far as ‘I’ll never eat it again’, I took a bite out of a pickled egg once and it was properly disgusting!

20. what are you most thankful for? My family and my living circumstances (is that a word? term? It sounds weird)

21. do you like spicy food? Not reallyyyyyy - some spice is okay, and some spiciness is worse than others, but in general I’m a total wuss.

22. have you ever met someone famous? I said good morning to David Tennant, but I’m not sure I’d call that “having met him”.

23. do you keep a diary or journal? Nope! I’ve started one a couple of times, but never made it beyond three days or so!

24. do you prefer to use pen or pencil? Generally a pen, but a pencil is fine, too!

25. what is your star sign? Leo

26. do you like your cereal crunchy or soggy? Crunchy! (though I haven’t had actual cereal in ages)

27. what would you want your legacy to be? Positive, if I’m to have a legacy at all

28. do you like reading? What was the last book you read? Very much so! I last read Cornelia Funke’s Reckless series.

29. how do you show someone you love them? I try to tell them, and I try to make sure they know I’m here to listen or help or talk or whatever they need. I’m not sure I always succeed, though...

30. do you like ice in your drinks? No.

31. what are you afraid of? Not being good enough.

32. what is your favorite scent? My roses - individuals with a superb scent are The Lady of Shalott, Rose de Resht and Sweet Juliet, but there’s something really special about that first breath of rose air when Frühlingsduft (scent of spring), the first rose of the year blooms!

33. do you address older people by their name or surname? Surname! Unless they offer their first name and the ‘Du’, and even then I’ll probably try to avoid using either^^°

34. if money was not a factor, how would you live your life? I’d buy a Scottish castle and plant so many roses!

35. do you prefer swimming in pools or the ocean? Definitely pools, I’m always just a little afraid something is going to happen in natural water^^°

36. what would you do if you found $50 in the ground? I’d collect them (Unless I just saw who lost them) but try to put it towards something charitable (not 50, but one day I found two pounds on the ground, gave them to the homeless person with the kitty on Princes Street, found another pound, gave that to the one with the pupper and found another three, I think! That was a really nice day)

37. have you ever seen a shooting star? did you make a wish? Yes and yes!

38. what is one thing you would want to teach your children? To be kind? To themselves and others

39. if you had to have a tattoo, what would it be and where would you get it? A watercolour tattoo probably, perhaps of a dragon or fox, or a flower, and somewhere not always on display

40. what can you hear now? If I opened the window I’d probably hear at least some birds (some woke me up this morning with unholy yowling)

41. where do you feel the safest? At home.

42. what is one thing you want to overcome/conquer? My perfectionism that usually appears through some really strong procrastination. I also wish I was better at talking to people, especially people I don’t know or who are intimidating (which is everyone I don’t know and quite of those I know a little). I’ve mostly come to terms with my shyness, but that doesn’t make everything easy suddenly, unfortunately.

43. if you could travel back to any era, what would it be? There’s way too many! But for just one I’d love to see a Shakespeare play in the Globe when it was performed originally, ideally Twelfth Night or Hamlet! And I’d like to meet Queen Elizabeth I!

44. what is your most used emoji? 😘 probably or 😊

45. describe yourself using one word. overwhelmed (I am also hungry and tired right now, and that plays a big part in that - ask me again in an hour or so when I’ve eaten and the world will look a little more rose-y again^^°)

46. what do you regret the most? I can’t think of anything I truly regret - there are things I wish I’d done differently, but what’s done is done and I have to do the best with what I have now

47. last movie you saw? The Martian!

48. last tv show you watched? Die purpurnen Flüsse/Les rivières pourpres (the purple rivers), a French (German co production?) series based on the novel the Jean Reno film was based on!

49. invent a word and its meaning. This is hard because in German you can just compound away, so for every thing I think of, I’m like ‘but you could just put these three words together for the same effect!!!’ But this is English, so I’ll go with “pflundering” - the sound a bird makes when it takes a very enthusiastic bath!

This took quite a bit, and my brain is no longer able to come up with people to tag, so I’m tagging you, person who actually read through this! Do it (be honest, you already thought up most of your answers while reading it^^) and tag me, I’m curious!

#lessa says #lessa plays tag games #theproblemwithstardust #thank youuuuu #sometimes I wanted to just take your answer^^°

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almastudies · 5 years

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Little things you can do if you have depression and you can’t get help

Try to go outside at least once a day and stay outside at least for an hour. People watch, look at the trees, enjoy the weather.

Try to keep a positive mindset about your projects.

Daydream about your future. Thinking about who you will be when you overcome this and projecting a future you will hopefully keep you motivated.

Be kind to yourself inside your head. Don’t say things like “I want to die” over insignificant or realy bad things, even. Try to work around it, say something else, or fight the voice who wants to say those words so that it doesn’t say them at all.

So you just woke up. Take it one step at a time. Don’t think of all the things you have to do. Just think: “Okay, I’m gonna shower”. Once you showered think, “Okay, I’m gonna get something to eat”. These small things are very important for your mental health and your body, and also very hard to do so reward yourself.

Use clothes (and makeup if that’s your thing) to your advantage. Outfit prep the night before so you don’t have to figure out what to wear in the morning and end up wearing sweatpants to your morning classes/appointments/etc. Also, try new combinations. You might end up finding a new favorite outfit that makes you feel cute.

Ask a friend if you can vent to them. Be mindful of others when you do this because even though they are your friends, they have problems of their own, so always ask if it’s okay to vent in that moment. If you don’t happen to have anyone to do this with, write. You don’t have to keep a journal where you write every day, just have it there for when you need it the most. You could even create your own secret code language.

If one day you feel the motivation and energy rushing back to you, use it before it goes away again. Clean your room, do laundry, catch up on assignments, or make some art. If it goes away before you can finish your task, don’t beat yourself up over it. Try taking a break or give yourself a pep talk to try and bring back the motivation.

Think of the things you like about yourself and own them. Use them. Tell them to yourself every day. Love yourself as much as your brain will let you.

#mental health tips #depression tips #positivity #mental health #depression #my posts

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blackcoffeeandteardrops · 6 years

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Reprieve (1/3)

To the anon forever ago that requested a story where Mulder finds William, I’m sorry this took so long. I have two other parts for this, but I’ll leave you with part one for now. Under the cut & also at AO3:

Mulder had heard through the proverbial grapevine what had happened. Things back home in D.C. were far worse than he thought, and Scully had been forced to make the ultimate sacrifice. Giving up the son she’d wanted for years was not an easy decision for her, he knew that, and yet a tiny part of him resented her for it.

The night he’d gotten the call--after a few somewhat conspicuous e-mails from Skinner, he’d used a payphone in the back of a bar, where his former boss confirmed his suspicions--Mulder had gone back to the hotel and punched a hole through the wall. He left early the next morning, thankful he paid in cash and stayed under an alias so they couldn’t track him down and make him pay for repairs.

His first instinct had been to hightail it back home. He could only imagine the horrors that awaited him there. Upon second thought however, he knew he couldn’t exactly return to Scully empty handed. What kind of gift to the woman who’d given him everything would that be? The whole reason he’d left in the first place was to guarantee both hers and William’s safety, and he couldn’t even do that.

Sighing, Mulder bit his lip so hard he tasted blood, and he marched up to the counter at the bus station, buying a ticket on the first Greyhound out of town. He wasn’t headed home, not yet.

When he climbed on the bus, he clutched a worn out bag to his chest and stared out the window. The sound of an infant crying brought him back to reality. A woman sitting across the aisle smiled apologetically, all the while rubbing her daughter’s back.

“She should calm down once we get moving. But I suspect she’s not feeling well,” the woman said, by way of explanation.

Mulder nodded in reply. “It’s okay,” he said, reaching into his bag for a worn out paperback, not intending to be rude but hoping the woman would take it as a sign that he wasn’t looking for a conversation. Tucked between the pages of the books was a picture of William and Scully, one he’d taken the day before he left. He knew it was in the book, knew it because every night before he fell asleep, he’d hold the picture and stare at their faces, and he’d hope he’d see them soon. The picture had been a source of comfort before, a talisman that kept him grounded and reminded him why he had to keep fighting, but seeing it again filled him with something kin to sadness mixed with anger. He closed the book as the bus took off, and he stared out the window, trying to convince himself the anger wasn’t at Scully, but rather at the impossible situation they’d been faced with.

It wasn’t right, he thought, after everything they’d gone through, that this is how they’d end up. That William had been carted off to who knew where while he was on a bus headed west, and Scully was back in D.C. doing “not well” as Skinner had put it. He knew he should head back, should at least try to fix whatever was left of their lives, but he was reluctant to do so, both out of self preservation and an unwillingness to accept their newfound reality.

Before too long, Mulder was lulled to sleep. When he woke up, they were pulling into another station. The bus driver stated he needed to refuel, and lucky for them he’d said there was a nice diner inside the station as well as several shops they could peruse while they waited. Mulder bought a sausage biscuit and a coffee that was on the wrong side of burnt and walked over to a bank of payphones. It occurred to him that in a few years such things would fade out of existence, what with the invention of cellular phones. He’d had one back home, but it had been ditched. He couldn’t run the risk of being tracked.

“Who is this?” Skinner asked, upon finally answering on the other end.

“Sir, it’s me, and--”

“I thought we agreed it was best to sever contact for the time being. And aside from that, am I really the person you should be reaching out to right now?”

Mulder closed his eyes, pressing his forehead to the cold metal of the phone booth. “I know, sir, but I can’t reach out to her about this. Not yet.”

“What are you talking about?” Skinner asked.

“I need you to tell me where he is,” Mulder replied, keeping his voice low. He hadn’t even known exactly what he planned until the words left his mouth, but now he’d never felt more convinced. “I need to find him, and I need to bring him--”

“Do you really think that’s a good idea? You’re not exactly in a position at the moment to be keeping anyone, let alone him, safe. You don’t know what it’s been--”

“Then what was the point of you tracking me down and telling me? To add to the difficulty I’m already facing?” Mulder cried, clutching the receiver so tightly he feared it might break.

“I just meant…” Skinner trailed off. Across the miles, Mulder could practically picture the older man taking his glasses off and rubbing at the bridge of his nose. “Circumstances here aren’t entirely ideal for the two of you to be taking care of him. This line is secure, Mulder, but that’s about all I’m able to say at the moment.”

“Then I’ll come back for Scully, and we’ll go someplace else. We’ll get out of what’s left of your hair, Walter, and you’ll never have to see us again,” Mulder said, realizing full well he was pleading with him, despite having no real bargaining chips in his pocket. “I just--” he started, but he paused, feeling a lump grow in his throat. “I need to see my son. I know you were part of the process, okay? So all I need is something to go on. A dot on a map, someplace to start. You and I both know this isn’t what she wanted, and this isn’t what’s best for either of them,” he continued, growing increasingly convinced that what he was saying was true. He could only hazard a guess at circumstances back home, but for Scully to give up the miracle child they’d created together, he knew they weren’t good.

The line grew quiet, so much so that Mulder feared Skinner had disconnected the call. Eventually, Skinner cleared his throat and sighed. “What’s your schedule number?”

“My what?” Mulder asked.

“I need to know what bus you’re on, so I know the route, so once you reach your destination, I can have the information you need waiting there for you,” Skinner replied.

Mulder pulled the ticket from his jacket and rattled the number off to him. He tamped down the hope that began to flicker, because he knew it was far from over.

“Be careful, Mulder. Don’t do anything that would put him at even greater risk. I think we both know how she’d feel about that,” Skinner said, by way of warning.

A tinny voice warned Mulder that if he wanted to continue the call, he’d have to insert more money. He thanked Skinner again and disconnected instead. He finished the last of his breakfast sandwich, wiping the crumbs from his face as he tossed the wrapper in the trash. He boarded the bus feeling more determined than ever to set things right.

It wasn’t until Mulder reached the last stop that he even realized the enormity of what he planned to do. Someone from the depot approached him, confirmed his identity, and handed him a thick envelope she was instructed to provide him. When she walked away, he held the envelope in his hands, afraid to open it for fear of being burned. Inside would be the location of his son. He glanced about, tears burning his eyes, and for a split second he considered tossing the envelope in the trash. Sure, he’d asked Skinner for help, but he wondered if William would be better off staying where he was.

He approached a bench in the corner, telling himself he’d just take a look, and decide then what he’d do next. Inside the envelope was a handful of cash--enough, he assumed, to reach where he’d need to go--and an address scratched out on an index card. His jaunt across the country had taken him to Oregon, because of course it did, but to get to William, he’d need to go to Wyoming. How his son had ended up across the country, he could only guess, but Mulder stood up with a sudden resolve. He approached the desk and purchased a ticket before winding his way back to the bench to wait. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out the photograph of William, curling his hands around it like a secret. His eyes ran over the boy’s face and his impossibly tiny hands and feet, and he wondered how much he’d grown. Before long, the intercom announced his bus was leaving, and he again stood, ready to get things over with.

Once in Wyoming, he rented a car, knowing he couldn’t very well show up on foot. Then again, he thought, no matter the vehicle, there was no easy way to walk into someone’s house and demand them to give you your child. As he maneuvered his way, Mulder realized he had no clue what to say. These people, whoever they were, had agreed to raise William as their own. They’d only had him for a matter of a few weeks, but surely they’d grown attached. They’d changed him, bathed him, sang to him, and held him. The last one made his arms ache for the weight he’d felt for so brief a time.

When he pulled up across the street from the address written on the index card, he realized something was wrong almost immediately. There were a few cars out front, nondescript enough, but something about the scene made him feel uneasy. Against the curb, a man sat in a van, trying his best to look inconspicuous. If not for his training as an agent, Mulder may not have suspected anything more than someone waiting for a friend, but as he headed up the drive he heard the van door open and the sound of the man approaching him.

“Can I help you, sir?” the man asked.

Mulder turned, sheepishly rubbing at his neck. For a minute, he wondered if maybe he’d guessed wrong and this was a relative of the couple inside, or maybe the husband himself. But the way he stood, pushing his jacket back just enough for Mulder to catch a glimpse of his gun, made him realize it wasn’t true. “I’m just here to visit my cousin. They’ve got a new kid, you know, and I just wanted to see him.”

The man eyed him suspiciously. “You come visit a new baby and don’t bring any gifts? Some cousin you are, huh? Listen, you’d better get going. They’re actually sleeping, and--”

Before he could say anything else, Mulder decked him, hoping it was enough. Whatever was going on here, something was very wrong. He held the man’s neck in a lock, pulling him close while still pinning him in place. “Who sent you here? Are you here for the baby? Is he here?”

“I--” the man choked, gasping for air until Mulder let up pressure enough to let him speak. “They’re inside, finishing the job, I--”

Mulder’s heart stopped. He’d heard from Scully before he left the dangers she’d faced while pregnant, and having witnessed the chaos surrounding William’s birth, he knew first hand the lengths people would go when it came to his son. To have come all this way, only to learn he’d come too late, made him grow cold. “Why does he have to die? Can you at least tell me that much?”

The man hesitated so long that Mulder tightened his grip on his neck in hopes of forcing him to respond, causing stars to pepper his vision. “He doesn’t,” he gasped. “He wants the boy to live. He said...he said it’s important that we bring him back alive.”

It was all the motivation Mulder needed. Once the man started fighting back, he twisted his neck, pulling back on his windpipe for good measure. Leaving him on the lawn for passersby to see seemed like a bad idea, but he headed for the door, knowing he didn’t have much time. In the living room, a man lay in a pool of blood. As he headed upstairs, quickly drawing his gun, he spotted pictures on the wall that confirmed it was the man who lived there.

“Please, don’t--” a woman’s voice cried before the sound of gunfire exploded down the hall.

Mulder ran the rest of the way, rounding into a room he quickly realized was a nursery. A woman he could only assume was William’s adopted mother--he cringed at the word, however accurate it might have been--lay on the floor between two men staring at a crib in the corner. He couldn’t see William, but the mobile above him was spinning like crazy as he let out a piercing cry.

“What the hell is he doing? We need to get him out of here,” one of the men said, frowning in confusion when the other, several inches shorter, pressed a hand against his arm to stop him. “We were given a job, and we need to complete it.”

“Yes,” his partner replied, pointing to the mobile. “But look what he’s doing. We were told he was special, but who knows what else he can do? We need to be careful, or--” he turned, eyes widening, at Mulder emerging from the shadowed doorway.

“You aren’t going anywhere with him,” Mulder said, raising his gun, but praying they’d move away from the crib. There was no way he’d ever dream of putting his son in danger.

“And who are you to stop us?” the taller man spoke, regarding Mulder with an air of suspicion. “He warned us we might have trouble collecting the boy, but I never imagined we’d have this much resistance.”

“Who sent you?” Mulder bellowed, stepping further into the room. He carefully skirted around the woman’s body, inching closer to the crib as the men circled away, still close enough to reach him but further away from Mulder’s gun. The sight of William’s face, despite it being contorted in confusion and sadness, caused Mulder’s heart to swell. “Who sent you? What does anyone want with him, enough to kill the people tasked with raising him?”

The shorter man cleared his throat, gesturing wildly toward the crib where the mobile appeared to be picking up speed. One of the felt animals, dangling from a thread, seemed dangerously close to flying off. “You see what he’s doing, don’t you? We can take him somewhere his abilities will be cared for, somewhere he’ll be appreciated.”

Mulder shook his head before charging forward, pressing him to the wall. He watched as the man’s lips turned turned purple and his eyes bulged out. “See, that’s where you’re wrong,” he said, pulling him away from the wall and all but dragging him out into the hall, painfully aware of the gun the man’s partner had aimed at his own head. “You’re not taking my son anywhere,” he said. He pressed the gun against the man’s chest and pulled the trigger.

“Look, dude, I don’t know who you are,” the taller man said, holding his hands up. He paused, pressing a hand against his graying hairline that was lined with sweat, despite the chill that permeated the house. “That boy is dangerous. He was left in the hands of people who can’t protect him. He’s a special boy, and I have to--”

Mulder’s eyes pressed on the man, and he watched as finally, he crossed the threshold into the hall. This man, much like the others he’d come across, weren’t the brains behind the operation, and he had a very strong suspicion of who was pulling the strings. Still, he couldn’t risk him getting away, whether he had William or not. “That boy is my son, and you’re not taking him anywhere,” Mulder said, gripping his shirt and urging him backwards towards the stairs. The man raised his gun, intending to shoot, but not before Mulder shot him first, pushing him down the stairs for good measure.

All at once, the house seemed eerily silent, the cacophony of noise settling down into a quiet hush. Mulder drew a deep breath, keenly aware he needed to hurry. He was fairly certain Spender was behind all of this, and it was only a matter of time before he sent someone else. Even if he didn’t, the neighbors were sure to have heard something, and had likely already phoned police.

Mulder made his way back into the nursery, grabbing a bag and stuffing it without giving things too much thought. He could stop somewhere along the way for baby food and whatever else he might need, but he wasn’t about to leave his son without clothes and diapers. His son, he thought, stepping towards the crib. Above William, the mobile had ceased moving, save for the slight rocking of the animals dangling from it.

“Hi,” Mulder said, surprising himself at how shaky his voice was. He reached for William, keeping his movements slow despite the necessity to leave quickly, for fear of scaring him. When his eyes locked with William’s blue ones however, it was like he seemed to understand that this was important. Holding his son for the first time in months should’ve been a much more joyous occasion, but Mulder pressed a kiss to the boy’s head and hoped they’d have time later for that. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his lips ghosting against the boy’s hair. It was a reddish brown, somewhere between his and Scully’s, and it was the softest thing Mulder had ever felt. “William, I’ve missed you so much. You have no idea.”

In his arms, William let out a little cry, his bottom lip jutting out as his eyes watered in confusion. Still, he reached out a pudgy hand and pressed it against Mulder’s cheek, as if offering encouragement despite the fact he was still too young to speak.

“I’m your dad, buddy. And I’m here to protect you, okay? I know these are your things,” Mulder said, trying his best to speak calmly. He reached into the crib and pulled out a stuffed whale. William’s hand left his cheek, and Mulder had to laugh at the impatient way the boy’s fingers curled as he reached for the toy. “Okay, you can keep this one. But we have to leave the rest. I can get you some more once it’s safe, okay?”

As he cradled William against one hip and a bag of his belongings on the other, Mulder carefully maneuvered his way back outside, hurriedly crossing the street to the car. He’d had the foresight to purchase a car seat along the way, and carefully buckled William inside. As he secured his son, the boy’s eyes never left him. Mulder thought of what he saw, of what William did to the mobile above his crib. He couldn’t help wondering what else he could do, but even as he thought that, he knew it didn’t matter. William was safe, at least for now. He planted a kiss against the boy’s face before handing him the stuffed whale, and then he jumped into the driver’s seat, eager to get away, already thinking it was a miracle no nosy neighbors had come out and caught a glimpse of the action.

“Do you like music, Will?” Mulder asked, only second guessing the nickname after it left his mouth. He wondered what the couple who’d been keeping him had called his son, let alone what nicknames Scully might have been partial to. Scully, he thought, freeing one hand from the wheel to turn the stereo on. He’d have to reach out to her eventually, have to find somewhere safe for the three of them to reunite. He found a station playing classic rock as he followed signs to the highway. “We’ll stop when it’s safe, okay?” Mulder said, even as he realized he didn’t know how soon that would be.

Mulder lost track of what state they were in, but he kept driving until his eyes blurred together. William had, for the most part, settled down, although Mulder suspected that was perhaps due to the rhythm of the road. He spotted a sign for a rest stop and, needing to stretch his legs while also figuring William needed his diaper changed, pulled into the lot.

“Alright, buddy,” he said, upon reaching in to unbuckle William from his car seat. It struck him in the fluorescent light of the streetlamp that his son's eyes looked so much like Scully’s. “Like your mom,” he muttered, not realizing until afterward that he'd spoken aloud. “Ready for a break? Ooh yeah,” he continued, scrunching his nose. “You do need changed. Come on, let’s go.”

As Mulder walked into the rest stop, he couldn't help thinking how light his son was in his arms. He wanted so badly to get used to the feeling of tiny hands clutching at his shirt and the way the boy nestled his head into his chest. He'd have thought William might not have reacted so well to someone who was technically a stranger to him, but he was grateful all the same.

After grabbing a few basic supplies, Mulder dashed into the bathroom for himself but, casting a glance around, he realized there was nowhere he felt it was clean enough to lay William down to change him. “Backseat of the car it is,” he muttered, only to be met with mild babbling from William.

He headed out to the car and got out the necessary supplies before pausing, his hands hovering over William, who’d suddenly decided he wanted to wiggle around. It struck him as he pulled back the tiny tabs and went about changing his son that Scully had done this many times before him. Scully, he thought, his breath hitching in his throat, who was halfway across the country, oblivious to their kid’s whereabouts. Scully, who’d changed their son one day not too long ago, thinking it would be the last time. The choice to give William up had been hers, but he hadn’t been there to help her, let alone stop her from making a decision he knew she regretted. He’d made a choice in deciding to get their son back, although he hadn’t exactly counted on bullets being involved, but he was just thankful he and William had both survived unscathed. He stepped back from the car, tilting his head to the side and surveying his work. The tabs keeping the new diaper closed weren’t exactly straight, but as long as they did what they were supposed to, he considered it a job well done. “Not bad for a first time, huh?” he asked, working to fasten William back in his car seat.

As Mulder went to get in the car himself, his eyes caught sight of a payphone outside the rest stop. His fingers flexed against the steering wheel, and he knew he should call Scully. He should pick up the phone, drop in a few quarters, and tell her everything that had happened since he left, especially the last few hours. He wanted to, but he also knew the longer they stayed in one place, the greater chance remained of them being found. There was also a part of him, a small part that still existed all the same, that whispered at him to wait for other reasons. He didn’t resent her decision, not really, but he still felt protective of the small moments he had with William.

He merged onto one highway for a bit before switching to another, and then he switched back, deciding that he’d head east. Going back home wasn’t an option, not yet, but he could head in the general direction, and get a hotel room. He’d driven for far longer than he’d been used to, and William had given up his peaceful baby act in favor of crying. He pulled up to a drive thru to get food for himself and then checked them into a cheap motel that looked a bit nicer than some he’d stayed in by himself in days gone by. Once safely inside, he started unpacking their meager belongings.

“You cool with bananas and cereal, Will?” Mulder asked, noting how the boy had perked up at noticing the food. A pang of guilt coursed through him at that, realizing how hungry the boy had to be. “I’m sorry we didn’t stop sooner. I had to make sure we’d be okay,” he said, preparing the food. It wasn’t perfect, positioning William on one leg to eat his banana and cheerios while eating his own cheeseburger and fries with the other, but Mulder made do as best he could.

William was, for the most part, content to shove pieces of banana into his mouth while picking up pieces of cereal along the way. It wasn’t until he saw Mulder shoving a fry into his mouth that he reached out his hand, flexing his fingers at the fry, clearly signaling that he wanted one.

“Oh, I don’t think your mom would--” Mulder began, cutting himself off before realizing that for one thing, Scully wasn’t there, and that also, there was no reasoning with a child William’s age. His lip quivered, his eyes brimming with tears, and it was all Mulder could do to give him just one fry to nibble on to keep him from crying.

After dinner, Mulder cleaned him up and changed him into a set of pajamas he’d nabbed before they’d run from the house. He settled them both on the bed and fumbled through the channels, desperately needing sleep but also wanting to see if what had happened had ended up on the news. If it had, it hadn’t made the national level yet, which he supposed wasn’t much of a surprise. A group of people intending to kidnap a baby who they believed had special abilities knew how to cover their tracks.

The thought occurred to Mulder that he’d seen the proof of William’s abilities himself. He’d seen the way the mobile over his crib moved, but he hadn’t seen any evidence of anything he could do aside from that. What caused his abilities he didn’t know, but as the boy nestled into his side, Mulder knew it didn’t matter. William was his son, and that was what remained important.

Bedtime proved to be more difficult. He wasn’t about to pull out a dresser drawer and make his son sleep in that, and dragging the carseat in wasn’t an option either. He decided on arranging the pillows in a way that would make William safe, and then settled in himself. He remembered the night before he’d left, staring down at William, laying peacefully between he and Scully. Scully had been hesitant about it at first, spouting off about documented cases where infants sleeping in the bed weren’t safe, but knowing it would be their last night together, she’d eventually caved in. He glanced over at the phone, and again thought of calling her. He didn’t quite know how she’d take it, but it was still something she deserved to know.

As if William could read his thoughts, William raised his tiny fists and began to cry. No amount of rubbing on his tummy or whispering soothing words would do. Mulder wondered what, if anything, William had retained from his time with Scully. Brains were more her territory, but Mulder figured surely babies knew who their parents were.

Eventually, but especially after Mulder got up and paced about, rubbing on William’s back while singing an old Elvis song terribly off key, William settled down. Mulder waited until he was sure his son was asleep before he decided it was safe enough to wind down himself. He kept a hand securely on William’s body, as if doing so could ward off any harm.

Before sleep claimed him, he decided he’d call Skinner in the morning. Using his former boss as a middle man was a safer option, he decided. “Things will be better soon,” Mulder whispered, watching the steady rise and fall of William’s chest. Satisfied that they were safe, Mulder let himself fall asleep.

#msr #txf #william #fanfic

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postmodernmulticoloredcloak · 6 years

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Re: your tags on that jack/amara post. Now the show totally got me to like Jack rather instantly as well but I cant help but feel like it was too easy, his actions during s12 werent realy adressed imo, he didnt really earn the "family" TFW status to the degree the show is framing it for me and there wasnt the dubious moral complexity early in s13 like s12 was setting up. Idk does that make sense?

Yep, it makes total sense and I agree. When the first few episodes aired and Jack was obviously framed as a lovable innocent, I expected them to pull the rug under our feet at some point- not necessarily to make Jack ‘evil’ (that was clearly not going to happen) but to question assumptions and, well, make both the viewers, the characters, Jack himself question his actions and his goals and everything. It’s sort of like season 12 was like ‘is this thing evil....?’ and the twist was ‘lol no!’ but the twist came in like 2 minutes into the premiere or so. In Kaia’s episode, the twist was again that he did not kill Derek the dreamwalker...

Jack’s ‘darkness’ were mistakes. He accidentally killed the security guard when trying to stop a robber. He accidentally got soldiers killed when he made the wrong tactical choice in the war against Michael (it was revealed as wrong because of the Kevin trap, and a trap by definition... is hard to spot before you fall in it). Other things were naivety, which is not exactly darkness (naivety/innocence are potential for darkness, but the show didn’t really go ultra deep in that).

Every other main character has been through actual ‘darkness’. The Carver era in a nutshell was that - Dean’s, Sam’s and Cas’ darkness explored. Cas’ self-loathing and depression stemmed from his inability to belong, Sam’s unhealthy attitudes towards himself (the trials) and his brother (*waves around*), Dean’s lack of self-worth that turn him into a tool-weapon/the lock to the literal Darkness (insert billions of words of meta here).

The Carver era was about them messing things up royally to the point that we were supposed to think, are these people righteous? are they right? At times we were supposed to be horrified by their choices. Some people grew actually uncomfortable with the show because the main characters were... unlikeable. Not heroes.

But that was supposed to be the foundation for a new journey upwards - the release of the Darkness (I’m not going into the topic of when exactly they decided to make the MoC the lock-and-key for the Darkness) was supposed to symbolize the externalization of their own darknesses to deal with them.

I think Carver’s mistake was primarily one: making the Darkness solely about Dean. Sam remained in a weird limbo for most of the season, and for Cas they had to bring Lucifer into the picture as the narrative tool to represent Cas’ issues (corollary mistake: Lucifer). I think they should have managed to make the Darkness about all of them, in a way or another (they almost did so by having Dean carry the Mark and Sam and Cas undo it, but that second part got dropped). Of course, I understand why they’d do that - having the Darkness as the dark, irrational, feminine, destructive principle of the cosmos inevitably means she is aligned to Dean. But then they should have developed things so that Dean-Darkness and Sam-God, but God was finally introduced when the season was almost over and things needed to happen and it was late.

Oh jeez, talk about digressing...

I think I never let go of my post-season 10 finale expectations, because boy, I was excited. The season only partly met my expectations. *screams into the showrunners’ direction* I’m still waiting for my big witchcraft storyline, guys!

So, Carver era, inner darkness, outer Darkness. Main characters who SCREW UP BIG TIME. I mean... it was a bad decision for extra-diegetical reasons, and executed poorly, but Charlie’s death did make sense in that perspective. What’s more rock bottom than getting Charlie killed? It was supposed to be the horrifying, ‘oh shit’ version of Benny’s sacrifice. Benny had reasons to die, they got a beautiful goodbye, all made sense. But it was a slippery slope- and now Charlie dies, and it’s bad, it’s ugly, it makes no sense.

If Dante had written me into the Divine Comedy he would’ve put me in the circle of hell for digressers.

Anyway. Carver era, darkness.

And then seasons 12 and 13. They’re growing, so their mistakes are not as big and destructive as before. In fact, other people mess up more. Sam goes along with the BMoL because Mary made the mistake, and he just wants to connect with his Mom. Cas is trying to make up for letting Lucifer free and fails, because Crowley makes the mistake of keeping Lucifer around. Dean is there doing his best and getting slaps in the face, because his life sucks. His prayer to God in 13x01 is GOOD STUFF. Anyway. They still struggle with themselves and their traumas that prevent them from having healthy relationships (I’m not saying the Dabb era is bad, I am really enjoying things). Insert more meta here.

Now enters Jack, who is supposed to be a mirror of Dean, Sam and Cas. Where’s the darkness? WHERE’S THE FUNDAMENTAL POINT OF HORROR ABOUT HIS EXISTENCE aka his ambiguous and scary relationship with free will? Dean, Sam and Cas’ struggle is with FREE WILL. Always has been. Genuine choice against the determination caused by their traumas even before by external forces. Dean telling Amara and Chuck to reconcile represented that - refusing to go along with the determinism of their essences (creation and destruction) and choose their own path.

Jack... we’re technically told that he refuses to go along the determinism of his Satanic heritage, but that’s... not really true. He is much more framed as a blank slate than a creature with an evil essence in him. That’s what he fears, others fear (or hope in Lucifer’s case), but he’s never tempted by his own inner darkness. Lucifer almost tricks him eventually for a moment, but it’s a trick, something he achieves with lies and manipulation, not really reaching to Jack’s inner evil potential.

There was potential to make his story a horror story without making him evil or bad. Look at season 12 and the way he ambiguously uses people for, well, good purposes - saving Kelly, saving Cas. There was potential there! He has good intentions, and does things with good outcomes, but at the cost of messing up with people’s free will in an ambiguous, eerie way.

That’s it, he could have been EERIE. Sinister and terrifying because he’s lovable and has the best intentions... but also does disturbing things. Technically it sort of happened, but wasn’t really explored properly - see the analyses we made after 13x09 but that were never proved right or wrong. In fact, there was an element that rang bells at the end of the season - when he forces the truth about Maggie’s murder out of Lucifer. That was the final proof that Jack is perfectly able to annul someone’s free will completely. But what about the entire season prior, and even the time as a fetus? It just stays something in the mouth of a Dean whose grief is used to make him unreliable.

I guess the mistake here is not making Jack a new Amara, instead. As @awed-frog eloquently said, the two had a lot in common in their narratives, but then a lot completely divergent. Jack should have been about free will like Amara was, and how season 12 almost hinted at - like Amara made Dean’s free will compass go haywire, it seemed that proximity to Jack made Cas’ free will compass go haywire. But then Cas was dead and even when he came back, Jack’s story had been written in a complete different direction. They could have structured season 13 so that Jack was Sam’s Amara instead (it would have made sense to have Sam not deal with sexually-coded manipulation from a woman, since he already has that with Ruby in the past, and instead be something new and fresh for his character), if they wanted to make Jack and Sam’s narratives close, but at some point they’ve just made the decision to have Sam be the Real Dad in contrast to Lucifer’s biological fatherhood.

Basically, I think, they realized that they had to give Sam a strong narrative that placed him as the antagonist of Lucifer, so they kind of shoved Cas out of Jack’s narrative (with awkward results - um we’re supposed to be son and father but err what) and made the fatherhood narrative about Sam. With awkward results. Narratively, Sam And Cas Are A Kid’s Dads is... not really a brilliant idea.

Maybe Michael Dean is the result of the showrunners realizing that on paper giving narratives to Sam and Cas and not only to Dean (like Carver tended to do at times) is good, but in reality the show works best when things are about Dean, so now Let’s Have A Dean Centric Arc. I guess?

I haven’t really talked about the extradiegetic aspect of the strong pushing of Jack/Alex Calvert, but I don’t think there’s much to say about it. Fan reception was immediately super positive, and 28 year old Misha Collins clone is sort of a safe bet, you know? The network seems to believe that fans want young pretty white boys, and it’s not reaaaally like they got that idea out of their hat, you know?

#my spn thoughts #well now this is a bitch to tag #carver era #dabb era #jack #spn #eeeh good enough #anon

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tumblunni · 6 years

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OH MAN THAT EPISODE WAS SO GOOD

Amethyst is the beeeeeeest

God that was so great any time we get Honest Amethyst Feelings it is pure gold!!! I love hpw she somehow manages to be both the cheesy shonen protagonist fun goofball and the tsundere grumpyness at the same time. So complex aaa so many good sad complexity plots because SHE CANT TALK ABOUT HER FEEEEEELIIIIIIIIIINGSSS

Feeeeeeeeeeliiiiiiiiiiiings

U make me feeeeeel them amethyyyyyyyst

And man i also kinda love this one thing that the show is really good at? Its good at actually making people's mistakes genuinely hurtful, and genuinely misleading the audience. Like I totally thought amethyst was backsliding here and losing some of her character development when she suddenly started acting aloof to the problem of ruby being missing. But then it turned out she was faking being 'normal goofy sunshine amethyst' because its the only way she knew to cheer steven up. She just tried too hard and made it look like she didnt care. But it all worked out in the end cos it led to them having a more honest talk about feelings :3

And like they did a very similar thing with Peridot? With how it slowly became apparant that her rudeness was due to her being raised in a bigoted society, and she was indeed capable of learning otherwise, when at first she'd looked like a realy big ol scary villain. And then the awesome tension of her redemption episode where it looked like she was gonna betray everyone but then she called her boss a clod instead and officially sealed her goodness! Like.. In most other kids shows I probably would have been like 'nahh its not gonna happen, she's totally gonna predictably be good' but in this show they always take such unprrdictable routes to the ending. And like.. The characters are never 100% morally pure even when theyre heroes, they all still make mistakes. You could pretty much pull any conflict out of a hat and there'd be a very natural and emotionally logical way for thay character to end up in that position if you played the fiddle of their heart just right. Flawed casts are an infinate well of new plot ideas, yo! And man i just really like how amethyst's tsundere-ness can sometimes be a joke but its always taken seriously at the same time? Aaa its so hard to put words to this!!

Anyway MAN wasnt that a great episode??

I like the kinda confirmation here that she saw rose as more of a mom figure than everyone else, and sees steven like a little brother rather than a son. I mean that's a feeling I always got from their dynamic together but its nice to see it addressed in canon.

And DEAR GOD it hurts my soul that amethyst was being all mature and considerate and trying to not show everyone that she was sad cos itd make them more sad, but in the process she looked inconsiderate and made them more sad anyway. God she's such a good symbol of that nebulous late teens early 20ish period where youre trying to pull yourself together into the idealized version of adulthood you think exists, but instead youre realizing your idols didnt know what they were doing either and adults are really just human too. Theres no magic moment where it all clicks and becomes easier, yet you still have to try and look that way so youre a good influence on the kids. Amethyst tries to be 'fun mom' but she's also always worrying about being a negative influence on steven, i think. And it shows a lot of progression from where she was at the start of the season when she was just like 'psshaw u guys worry too much, youre the boring adults and me and steven are cool'. Like she doesnt see herself on the same level as him anymore and it hurts. We saw some of this before when she was scared that he'd become stronger than her and now she was completely useless to him. I like this because its a way of showing how in real life people dont always get better over time, but also not retreading old ground by making her relearn the same morals or anything. She made new mistakes as she learned more emotional maturity, she ended up accidentally hurtibg her friends in new ways or feeling low self confidence for different reasons. And also even when she's acting the same its for different reasonsb she just pretends to be her old disinterested emotionally immature self cos she thinks thats whatvshe needs to be to motivate everyone. Amethyst your fun mom status didnt entirely hinge on you smiling 24/7 no matter how much it hurts!!d

Aaaaagh ame seriously aaaagh it shows a lot of maturity to be like 'i dont wnana burden steven with more problems' but also YOU DESERVE TO TALK ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS TOO and HE WOULDNT SEE IT AS A BURDEN

Im so glad they had a good lil talk. I hope they get to talk in more depth about the complex rose feelings that she's keeping locked away, even if she feels like now isnt the time and they need to stay focused. I hope the gang gets some down time to actually fully examine their reactions to things and wprk thru yhe trauma, rather than it being a rush from one conflict into another like the zoo arc or the connie phone thing. We needed a good episode like this after those ones, yknow?

God ame is just so hugs

Forever fave

Good punk sister who is doing her best

Lovv she

#su spoilers

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I have a emergency request because my friend is REALLY depressed and stories might help me. May I request a s/o who’s sister wants just use their s/o and blame everything on s/o and Hanzo, McCree and Gabriel Reyes coming home for dinner and seeing s/o getting blamed for a broken plate

Mmm I try to stay in order (unsuccessfully) but I usually don’t jump so close to the top. But that is okay :) I hope this helps a bit. Will have to be a bit short due to the multiple characters

Also, as I’m finishing up Gabriel’s, I notice his sounds really harsh. But the thing is, the sister needed a wake up call and in the end, Gabriel is still a good man. He’s just a good man who really can’t take bullshit like that.

Hanzo:

The sky was painted soft hues of orange and pink, the last clouds fading with the sun as night prepared to take over the sky. After a long day, Hanzo was eager to be back with you, where he could cuddle and hold you until he was once more at ease.

The two of you have been visiting your parents for the past three weeks, and Hanzo has only been leaving to run and do missions for Overwatch.

Having walked to your parents, Hanzo made his way up the steps of the porch when he heard something inside. Pausing, Hanzo did something he would normally not do…he leaned closer and listened, eavesdropping for the first time in his life.

“What the hell was that for?” your voice drifted through the door, sounding upset and immediately his hand tightened on the door handle.

The sound of glass being swept came before your sister’s voice spoke, sounding snide. “What do you mean, y/n? I’m not the one who broke the plate,” she said coolly, and her voice sounded a bit closer to the door then y/n did.

“We both know I didn’t break the plate, damn it,” you said, frustration evident in your voice. “If Mom asks why one of her favorite china is broken, I plan to tell the truth.”

There were a few snickers, before your sister said quietly, “We both know who they’ll believe and it isn’t you.” As the younger sister, your parents tended to have a bit of a soft spot for her. Hanzo had never seen it but was aware that your sister had managed to blame quite a few things on you so far, but you’d had no witness nor proof.

Unwilling to stay outside any longer, Hanzo turned the knob and stepped inside of the house. “I’m home,” he says, just loud enough for you both to hear. He can hear the footsteps as you make your way out of the living room to him.

Upon seeing the hurt and sadness in your eyes, and the obvious exhaustion in your face, Hanzo couldn’t stop himself from immediately pulling you into his arms. The way he cradled you was gentle, his hand coming up to brush through your hair. There was something about the way he cradled you that was so soothing…

“Hanzo..” you sniffled, finally leaning your head back to look up at him.

Hanzo silenced you with the softest of kisses, one of his hands coming up to cup your cheek in his hand. When he moved back, Hanzo smiled tightly. “I am aware, beloved. I will handle this,” he says quietly. “Go finish dinner. You will find no one angry at you during mealtime.”

You leaned your cheek into his palm, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath as you tried to calm yourself. “Okay,” you whispered, wondering how he knew. But when Hanzo said something was going to be done, he got it done. Always.

Finally moving back, you went back into the kitchen. The china glass that had once been a beautiful plate had been cleaned up (by you of course) and you ignored your sister, who sat at the table looking pretty self satisfied. The stew you’d been working on the last few hours was nearly done and you could already see your sister trying to get the credit.

When Hanzo and your parents emerged from upstairs about fifteen minutes later. All of them looked quite serious, and disappointment filled your parents faced. You wondered what Hanzo had said to them as they all walked into the kitchen.

“We are going to go eat out tonight,” Hanzo says gently, holding out his hand to you.

Blinking, you looked between him, the stew and yours parents. From the way they were looking at your younger sister, you didn’t want to be here for this.

Taking his hand, you stood. “The stew will be ready in five minutes. I hope you like it,” you said gently, before giving both your parents a quick hug. And with that, Hanzo led you outside.

“Thank you,” you whispered as the two of you headed off the porch, and you held tight to his hand.

Hanzo looked at you seriously. “I love you. And I won’t let someone blame you for what you haven’t done,” Hanzo said quietly, before looking ahead. But he couldn’t help drawing you nearer as you both walked.

Your sister ended up getting in big trouble that evening, for her behaviour and lies. Hanzo treated you out to a nice meal, and you couldn’t help thanking him for his interfering. Obviously you hadn’t known what to do, but something about Hanzo was quite convincing, as proven by the fact that he’d made your parents believe.

McCree:

Jesse was just coming downstairs when he suddenly heard the sound of glass breaking in the kitchen. Without a second thought, he took the stairs in threes and immediately turned the corner, heading down the hall toward the light of the kitchen.

All Jesse wore was a pair of jeans, his BAMF belt and a towel around his neck as he struggled to dry off his hair. Stepping into the kitchen, Jesse eyed the scene before him.

Standing there was your sister, shards of what looked to be a plate on the ground around her feet. You stood on the other side of the room, back pressed to the counter and you looked stunned as your sister sneered at you. The look quickly disappeared into serene innocence when she realized she had an audience.

“Jesse, y/n is having a tantrum,” she said, even managing to look worried and scared. It almost looked genuine but Jesse had seen the look on her face before. “y/n threw one of the plates on the ground.”

Immediately your eyes went to him. “I didn’t do any such thing,” you said angrily, rubbing a hand across your face. You were so sick of your sister pulling this kind of crap, where they would ruin something deliberately but turn it around so it was your fault.

“Liar!” she accused, before running to hug Jesse’s arm. She was sixteen, and had a huge crush on your cowboy. In a way, you wondered if she was attempting to sabotage your relationship and make you look bad. “You believe me, right Jesse?” she pouted innocently.

This was ridiculous, Jesse thought first, before noticing how you turned away, your shoulders slumping. As if you thought he automatically would choose her side over you. Like you thought he’d automatically believe anything this little snake had to say.

Pulling his arm from your sister’s grasp, he walked over and slid his arms around your waist, pressing to your back. “Darlin’,” he said quietly, ignoring your sisters immediate words of protest. “Baby. I know you didn’t do it, okay? I have your back.”

His words took you by surprise, but just the feel of him touching you was enough to make you relax even a little as you leaned into him. It comforted you, honestly, because you were positive she had been succeeding in her goal to split you two apart.

“Okay,” you whispered, leaning your head back for a moment. Jesse’s beard tickled your skin as he brushed a kiss across your cheek, and you could make out in the reflection of the glass window the ugly shade of red your sister’s face was turning that suggested a tantrum coming on.

Turning, Jesse led you around the broken plate. “I want that cleaned up by the time we get home,” Jesse tells her, more of a command. “And no more off this shit, do you understand? I have no problem driving you to the bus stop and shipping you back to your dad.”

Her face paled a bit. Your parents had undergone a divorce a few years ago, and ‘technically’ she was suppose to be with your dad for the summer. But she hated it there, hated him and his new wife. So she had come to stay with you and Jesse-

But Jesse didn’t tolerate this kind of bullshit, least of all if it ended up hurting your feelings.

“Do I make myself clear?” Jesse demands, holding you to his side and the way he cradled you protectively told her that she was at the end of his rope here.

Swallowing hard, she nodded after a moment and looked down, blinking away tears. Though he felt a twinge of sympathy, Jesse would not be swayed by her tears. Leaving her to clean up her mess, Jesse grabbed his jacket and put his towel over the stair railing.

“Thank you,” you murmured, squeezing his hand gently.

Jesse shook his head. “Don’t thank me. Should have done this sooner.” Jesse pulled on the jacket but didn’t bother doing it up, leaving his chest and stomach bare, easily viewable and very much likable.

“You don’t want a shirt?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. Not that he didn’t look hot the way he did.

Jesse cocked a brow as the two of you headed out. “Ab’s this good need to be shown off,” he said playfully, trying to lighten the mood as the two of you left the house to go get some ice cream.

You had to agree with him.

Gabriel Reyes:

The man is not a fool and has been completely aware of the fact that your sister has not only been taking advantage of you, but has been deliberately stirring up trouble in the house and blaming it on you. And the worst part was that you just let her do it, because even you thought it was your fault.

And honestly, it was hurting to see you like this, blaming yourself and thinking yourself a nitwit for ‘breaking things’ that were either already broken or you were ‘nudged into’ by accident. Or your sister talking and mentioning something you ‘said’ that upsets others, that you really didn’t say at all.

Of course, this is your little sister though. She’s gotten moody and selfish since growing into a teenager, but she was still your little sister and you couldn’t help seeing that happy little girl when you looked at her.

Gabriel had hoped that soon you’d realize what your sister was doing, and that you would stick up for yourself. And while he’s noticed a new awareness in your eyes the last few days that tells him you’ve finally caught on, you still had yet to stand up to your sister.

So Gabriel decided it was time to do it for you, because he’d be damned if she continued to make you feel incompetent when in reality she was being a brat. As he got up from the couch, having decided close to dinner was the best time to talk because the two of you usually cooked together, he heard the sound of something shattering.

Immediately Gabe jumped over the back of the couch and hurried into the kitchen, to find you standing there in your bare feet, little cuts on your bare feet and shards on the ground. You stood there holding too plates in your arms, clutching them tightly and tears were freely running down your cheeks as you stared down at the mess.

Your sister stood behind you, leaning against the counter with her shoes on as she eyed the mess. “You need to be less clutzy, or you’re really going to hurt someone someday,” she crooned, looking nothing less then evil in his eyes.

Your shoulders shook slightly with your sobs. The look in your eyes was pure exhaustion, as if you just couldn’t handle dealing with this anymore. This has been going on for almost a month and a half and there was no end.

Until Gabriel walked over, boots crunching on the broken glass and he grabbed your sister by the wrist, causing her to cry out. Dragging her, not too roughly, closer to the mess, he lowered his head so they were more eye level and the look in his eyes was terrifying.

“In what world do you think this is okay?” Gabriel said, voice low. “Tell me, in what world do you think this is okay to do to another person, let alone your sibling?”

Both you and your sister stared at him with wide eyes, and she looked from him to the mess and back. No words came out from her mouth. She had always been a bit afraid of Gabriel, despite his usually easy-going attitude here at the house. His grip wasn’t enough to hurt her, but it was firm enough that she couldn’t pull away.

Gabriel leaned closer, lips curled into a snarl. “I said, what makes you think this is okay to do to another person?” he snapped, and your sister literally jumped.

You didn’t know what to do. You hadn’t expected Gabriel’s white hot anger, or the fact that your sister would cry. One part of you wanted to hug her and shield her from his wrath, but the other knew that right now, Gabriel wasn’t hurting her. He was trying to open her eyes to the rights and wrongs of her actions.

Finally, your sister mumbled, “I-I d-d-didn’t b-break it-”

She silenced the moment she saw him grind his teeth. “Do you think I was born yesterday, kid? You’ve been a real bitch to your sibling for the last month. I’ve seen and noticed it all. I hoped y/n would say it but since they won’t, I will,” Gabriel says angrily.

The tears in her eyes didn’t deter him at all. “Your a rotten brat, treating y/n like this. You say your an adult? Well let me tell you, an adult doesn’t act like this, and certainly doesn’t treat others like garbage,” Gabriel said, the words spilling out and it was he just managed to keep enough control that he didn’t yell. “You’re just paving the stepping stones for your future. If this is how you want to treat others, then don’t be shocked when your older if your alone.”

When the last of the words slipped from his lips, the tears that burst forth from her were immense, to say the least. This time when she tried to pull away, he let go.

Running straight into your arms, your sister clutched at you. You weren’t sure if what he said got through to her or if he’d just scared her, but soft whimpers sounding a lot like ‘I’m sorry’ were barely heard against your shoulder. You gave Gabriel a look over her head, and Gabriel looked rather unapologetic.

Right now he was working on settling his nerves and remembering to breath. It had felt good to get his thoughts off his chest and tell her what’s what. Gabriel waited maybe thirty minutes while you tried to calm down your little sister.

When your sister was calm at last, you cupped her face. “You can’t keep acting like this, okay? You’re a good kid. I know you can be a good kid. And someday you can be an amazing adult. So please, stop this, okay?” you said gently, trying to help but more gently.

After a moment she nodded and sniffled, and you sent her up to her room until dinner is ready. She was more then happy to listen if it meant getting out of Gabriel’s way.

Sitting heavily in a chair, you winced at the pain in your feet from all the little slices. “You were rough on her,” you chastised gently, starting to reach over to help pick up pieces.

Catching your hand, Gabriel shook his head and lifted it to his lips as he knelt before you. “She needed it, baby. Just like you needed that moment with her,” Gabriel said lightly, before kissing you gently. It made your heart melt whenever Gabe kissed you like that, like he never wanted to stop.

“Now, I’ll clean this up. You just sit there and look pretty...all hell, who am I kidding?” Gabriel rolls his eyes as he grabs the broom. “You always look pretty. So just sit.”

Rolling your eyes in turn, you watched as he took care of the mess before playing doctor and bandaging up your feet. You decided he’d make a pretty good dad someday, even if he had been a little harsh.

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