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luveline · 3 months

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Ahh I’m so obsessed with stripper!reader and Spencer!! Do you have any more thoughts about them you’d be willing to share, maybe just a snippet of their life together? So so in love with them and your writing in general

i got a different request for them that I lost about reader struggling to afford essentials and so I thought I’d combine them, I hope that’s ok!! <;3 fem, 1.1k

cw food insecurity/ poverty

You attempt to save money, but the ten dollars you don't spend on shampoo and conditioner gets used on painkillers. You hide fifty dollars in a book and try to forget about it, but your shoes split open on the walk to work, and it takes all afternoon to find it again. You try so hard to stretch your paycheck and something new makes it impossible.

So it's a cold night in late December and you spent all your money for food on the gas bill. Your stomach hurts, but at least your nose isn't that horrible stiff cold that distracts.

It's not just that your stomach hurts, though. You feel miserable about everything, and you know you need to ask someone for help. You've thought about selling something, but you already pawned your watch, and everything else is inconsequential.

I could sell my phone… but how would I talk to Spencer?

It's the stupidest thought you could've had. More importantly, how would you communicate with work? How would you call your electric and gas company, or talk to your landlord?

Spencer would be so sad if he knew you’d sold your phone to pay for food. He’d probably be upset knowing you considered it. And you won’t get paid for another three days, so unless you can somehow live off of olives and cherries from the club bar, you have to ask Spencer for money or get a loan. With your credit score, one situation is more likely than the other.

You bring your phone across the pillow and sigh before clicking on his contact. He’s practically the only number you call.

“Hello?” you ask.

“Hi, Y/N.”

“Hello, handsome,” you murmur, staging an affect of someone who couldn’t be more unbothered by the world.

“Yeah, hi. You okay?”

You don’t want to butter him up. It feels dishonest. You should be straight forward. “Spencer. You know I hate asking you for things.”

“Yes, it’s the only bad thing about you.” He sounds like he’s smiling. You can imagine him on his couch reading something obscure, or watching one of his sci-fi shows, curls in his eyes, grey pyjamas too short for him riding up his calves as they tend to do.

“But I need– um. I don’t have any money?” You don’t mean to phrase it like a question. “Like. Okay, so, I promise you I am not an irresponsible person, just, my gas bill went up and I didn’t know, but it’s so cold I paid it anyways, and now I have three dollars. Um. Total. And I haven’t eaten all day and I’m sorry I’m asking, but I just need like twenty dollars until I get paid on Tuesday. Could you let me borrow twenty dollars, please?”

“Do you want to get takeout?”

You cringe. “No, like, twenty dollars for groceries, Spence.”

“No, I understood. That’s fine, I’ll happily give you twenty dollars. But you said you haven’t eaten today? And I miss you, so it’s an excuse?” Now he’s the one making questions out of statements. “I can get us Thai food.”

Your stomach pangs at the thought. No matter how much you hate this, you know he loves you enough to want to bring you dinner, and you really will pay him back, so he might as well. “Yeah, please. I’d love to see you, Dr. Reid.”

“I’ll be quick,” he promises.

He isn’t. You wonder if he’s forgotten you and your rumbling stomach, curled into a c-shape under the sheets. It’s warm, at least, nearly too warm, the blade of your hunger threatening to drive you mad. It’s not a nice feeling, depending on the kindness of a friend to see you through, nor is it very pleasant to be this hungry. You’ve gone hungry a hundred times, and this is the only time you’ve ever had someone you trusted enough to turn to during that time to ask for help. What if Spencer’s decided he isn’t comfortable with your lending after all and he doesn’t come over tonight?

You’d been looking forward to seeing him again. It’s almost worse than the hunger.

Just as you’re thinking he’s decided he doesn’t want to be your friend anymore, he lets himself in.

Your apartment is small, consisting of three rooms. The bedroom, the bathroom, and the living room kitchen combination. He lets himself into the living room with a cacophony of rustling and a called, “Hello!” followed soon by a muttered swear.

You laugh under your breath.

“Are you coming out here, or do you want to eat dinner in bed?” he asks.

“I haven’t decided yet.”

It’s quiet enough besides his arrival that you’ve no need to shout.

“Well, stay there if you want. Have you been drinking anything? I brought iced tea and some stuff for you to have breakfast tomorrow.”

“Thank you.” You force yourself to sit up. One moment you’re looking at the closed door and the next you’re squinting against the light of the kitchen, Spencer in the doorway like a silhouette against it. “Hey, Spence. You’re taller than last time.”

“I’m the same size as always.”

“You’re still wearing your shoes. That must be it.”

Spencer takes off his shoes and crosses the short distance to you. “Hi,” he says, taking your hand as he sits down. His fingers are freezing. “Sorry I took a while.”

“Sorry for asking you for money.”

“It’s okay. It’s not something to worry about. Everyone has to ask a favour sometime.”

His hair is wind blown, his eyes watery. The cold weather has nipped his pert nose a rosy pink and he’s smiling at you with chapped lips, unaware of or uncaring about his own circumstances in the face of yours. “You okay?” he asks, his pretty brown eyes narrowing, eyebrows pinching together at the starts. “You can’t just not eat all day and not tell me.”

You nod tightly. It’s humiliating to be in this position.

He softens. “Did they tell you the rate was rising? It’s illegal in Virginia–”

You take your hand from his. “They sent me a letter I didn’t open. I knew it would be bad news.”

Spencer looks down at your knees. “I know that you’re used to doing things by yourself, but you don’t have to anymore.”

“‘Cos you look after me,” you say quietly.

“I’m trying to.”

You laugh and jog your joined hands to make him look up. “Okay. Look after me some more then and give me a hug. I’m too warm, and you’re freezing.”

He hugs you tightly, quick to rub your shoulder blade with his thumb. “Stay here, okay? I’ll bring you a plate.”

You cling to him for a few seconds, until hunger wins, and you send him off into the kitchen again.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer and stripper!reader

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cosmicdream222 · 5 months

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It’s not your fault you’re struggling, you were brainwashed by society

(A lil inspired rant)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・。.。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The capitalist society we live in is based around one thing: selling. I’ve taken marketing classes before and one of the first things they’ll teach you is the basic formula for advertising: Problem - Agitation - Solution.

Explained in simple terms:

Problem: Figure out what problems people have. They also call this “pain points”. In other words, figure out what’s causing people pain, what’s making them anxious/depressed/etc and focus on those problems.

Agitation: This means making the problem worse for people. Rub it in their faces that they’re struggling and suffering. Make their pain worse so they feel like they really need a solution.

Solution: Your product, obviously. Now you’ve gotten your target audience super upset about themselves, you give them the answer, in the form of spending money to buy whatever you’re offering.

Master this and you’ll become a fantastic salesperson - and a shitty human. Yet this is how society operates. Literally EVERYTHING is built to exploit our pain.

Now, this is problematic in many many ways, but specifically:

It’s causing you to focus on your problems, identifying with a state of lack, making you feel not good enough as you are right now.

It’s causing you to look outside yourself for answers, hoping that whatever the thing is will be the magic solution to all your problems, and keeping you in a deferred state (not having it yet).

Being born into this society means you’ve been exposed to these limiting beliefs your whole life. Parents, teachers, the media, advertising etc have constantly repeated the same stories of “you’re not good enough right now, “you need someone else to tell you what to do”, “you’ll be happy once you have this thing”, etc (in various different words)

It’s all BS created to make us feel powerless. It’s brainwashing, plain and simple. It’s also proof that the law of assumption works, “for an assumption, though false, if persisted in will harden into fact.”

So if you’re struggling right now, it’s not your fault, and you’re not alone. You were brainwashed into believing you are powerless and miserable. But now you know the law, it’s time to take your power back.

The real truth is: You are the creator. You are in control of your reality. You don’t need anyone else to tell you what to do. You don’t need to buy anything or consume any more info. You are powerful and you already have everything you need right now!

Persist in your new assumptions and your new story. They may feel uncomfortable and untrue at first, because your whole life you have been taught the opposite. Like when you get a new pair of shoes, it might take some time to break them in and make them feel natural, but eventually they will mold to your body and be so comfortable you won’t even notice.

Sending so much love ❤️

#manifesting #law of assumption #loassumption #loa #loa tumblr

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storiesforthemoonchild · 5 months

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Winter Wonderland | Alessia x Reader

I don't love this story, but eh... just reader being absolutely soft for sick Lessi. I watched Elf and this idea came about lol. Hope you enjoy :)

“Baby please just let me try it to see if it works,” you begged your sick girlfriend yet again to try the home remedy your mother swore by.

“No, absolutely not,” she protested, wiping her running nose against the sleeve of your jumper.

It had been the same battle for the last two days. Alessia had fallen sick and you immediately fell into your caretaker duties. Your teammates had all sent you the remedies they used, but nothing was working. Alessia, tired of all the fuss, didn't want to try anything else. Instead she was content with just cuddling up on top of you.

“Fine, can I go make you some soup?”

“Not hungry,” she mumbles, tightening the grip around your waist.

“You have to eat something Lessi, so you can take more medicine. I will be quick and then we can watch Elf while we eat. Sounds good right?”

She grumbles but rolls off and buries her face into the pillow. You get up, placing several kisses on her flushed cheeks. You hate seeing her sick. It physically pains you to see her in even the slightest discomfort especially when there is nothing you can do about it. “Hurry back, I'm cold without you.” You give her a sad smile as you take in the dull blue eyes rimmed in red.

Alessia was miserable and that made you miserable. It was Christmas in a week and you knew she had been excited for the break from training so you both could decorate the place together, but her falling sick had put a wrench in plans. You had taken her to the doctor, and they told you it was just a bad common cold, nothing they could give to help.

You were overwhelmed and just needed to talk to someone. You make a call to the only teammate you know won’t tease you too much later.

“Hey (y/n), how’s it going?” You hear Lotte’s voice through the phone and your bottom lip begins to tremble.

“Lotte,” you say, trying to keep your voice even but it cracked.

“Are you okay? Is it Less?”

“She’s not getting better and she looks so tiny and sad. I just want her to feel better. I don’t know what to do. She looks at me with those sad blue eyes and I want to cry Lotte. Please help me. I’m doing such a bad job she’s going to leave me,” you knew you were being dramatic, but you really couldn’t handle seeing Alessia hurting in any way.

“Well first let’s just take a breath yeah?” She inhaled deeply and you mimic her feeling yourself calm down a bit. “Second, are you taking care of yourself so you can be the best for her? Have you eaten today?”

This is why you loved Lotte, all logic and calm. “I made Lessi soup earlier, so I had a bit of that. I’m warming up some more now.”

“Okay and you’ve been giving her the over the counter medicine? Humidifier going? Drinking fluids? The whole works?”

You hum knowing you’d done all the things she listed but still going over it in your head, “yeah, yeah I did.”

“Good, you’re doing great (y/n). These things just suck. She will be back to normal in a few days. Less would never leave you. Just be there for her, that's all she wants.”

“Thanks Lot, sorry I had a moment. Promise you won’t tell the other girls I cried.”

“Promise, call if you need anything.”

You exchange goodbyes and you take a moment to gather yourself. Grabbing two bowls you scoop out some of the leftover soup you made earlier and warm them. Moving around the kitchen you prepare her a mug of tea, and place it along with the soup on a carrying tray. You head back to the bedroom just as you hear Alessia break out into a coughing fit. You’re quick to sit aside the tray on the bedside table.

“Here drink Lessi,” you tell her, placing a bottle of water in her hand. She sits up and takes a few sips before looking at you with a sad pout. “I know, baby. Come here,” you tell her, opening your arms for her to cuddle into. Alessia was already clingy, so her being sick just intensified it. You pull away and tuck a few strands of hair behind her ear.

“I want to feel better,” she mumbles softly.

You don’t respond. There was nothing you could say, just kiss her cheek and place the tray between you both. She finds comfort in the tea taking small sips, as you turn on Elf. It’s halfway through the movie and Buddy is decorating the apartment when you hear Alessia sniffle, your head immediately turning to her wrapped in your arms.

“Baby are you crying, what's wrong?”

Her tear stained cheeks puffy and matching her eyes, “I won’t be better in time for Christmas. The house won’t be decorated.”

“Alessia, don't cry my love. We still have plenty of time before Christmas. I’m certain you’ll feel better in the next couple of days.” She nods into your shoulder wiping her snotty nose against you once more. You complained the first time she did it, but it was half hearted. You adored everything the striker did even if it was a bit gross. “Let’s lay down so you can get some rest baby.”

It doesn’t take long for her to doze off between the medication and pure exhaustion from just being sick. You unwrap your arms and move to the bathroom to grab the VapoRub. Your mom was the first person you called when Alessia fell sick, but her plan of treatment was not something your girlfriend was interested in. Admittedly the VapoRub and onion combination did sound terrible but you could attest to its effectiveness.

You quietly make your way back to the bedroom and pull the covers off of her feet. Happy in this moment that your girlfriend could sleep through anything you lather a nice layer of VapoRub on the bottom of each foot. She squirms a bit from the coolness but never wakes. Then you march down to the kitchen and slice a few pieces of onions. Upon returning to the room you grab a pair of fuzzy socks, sliding the onions in before sliding them on your girlfriend's feet. Unconventional but you trusted your mothers method. Content that she had slept through the process you make your way back downstairs.

As morning rolls around you lie awake with Alessia flush on top of you, her warm breaths hitting against your neck. You know she’s awake when you feel the soft kisses behind your ear causing your face to light up. “How are you feeling baby?”

Alessia sits up, eyes blinking out the sleep before she takes a deep inhale then clears her throat like she’s testing out all the ailments she was suffering from. “I think… I think I’m getting better. I can breathe again.” She smiles leaning back into you.

“Good care to join me downstairs this morning for hot cocoa then?” Lifting up again her eyes are almost back to full brightness as she nods excitedly. “Come on then. Let’s freshen up first.”

You both go to head in the direction of the restroom when she stops dead in her tracks looking down at her feet, “you didn’t.”

“Oh but I did and look you’re feeling better already love. Don’t be mad.” Alessia is quick to pull the socks off her feet glaring weakly in your direction.

“You’re lucky you are cute and that it actually helped,” she tells you.

You both make quick work in getting freshened up before you lead her downstairs. You spent nearly the whole night trying to make things perfect for your girlfriend. “Welcome to Winter Wonderland baby,” you say as she reaches the bottom of the steps and takes in the living room.

The festive colors fit for the season cover the room. The Christmas tree lit up with beautiful ornaments and twinkling lights. Stockings you had made with both your names printed on them hanging in front of the fireplace ready to be filled. Every corner of the living room and kitchen added to the Winter Wonderland you created for your girl.

“Baby, when did you do this?” Alessia’s eyes shimmer with joy at the sight.

“Last night, I would never let a little cold ruin our first Christmas in the same apartment baby. I let the star off the tree so you can put it on.”

Her arms wrap around you and you lift her into your arms. Carrying her into the living room and onto the couch that had red and green cozy blankets for the cuddlefest you knew would be today. “I love you so much (y/n).”

“I love you more princess. I’ll go make our hot cocoa,” you tell her, placing a soft kiss to her cheek.

The rest of your day was spent wrapped up in each other's arms inside your Winter Wonderland. While not fully back to 100% you knew her hopes of a perfect Christmas together would come true. You would do anything to make sure of it.

#alessia russo #alessia russo x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso x reader

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cerise-on-top · 3 months

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hi! how would Valeria and Kate react if their wife’s got hurt because of their work, both of them working highly jobs and it ended up catching up to their s/o. hoe you are doing well and drink plenty of water! thank you!

-🍒

Hello! Both of them would be absolutely distraught, but would go about it in different ways!

Valeria’s and Laswell’s Wife Gets Hurt Because of their Job

Valeria: Whoever hurt you will wind up tortured and eventually, once she thinks they’ve had enough of their miserable life, will wind up dead. Naturally, the first thing she does is check up on you, see if you’re alright and well, that’s her priority. You’re the love of her life, there’s no one else in this world she wants to see do well. You’ll be admitted to the best hospital nearby and will only get the finest treatment. Once you’re stabilized, that’s when the hunt begins. Whoever hurt you won’t get too far since that bastard’s life will be on the line. Regardless of where they might be hiding, Valeria will find them and show them that death is actually a kind of mercy. She has pretty much everything at her disposal, everything money can buy, this sucker won’t know what hit them. If it’s revenge they want, then revenge they’ll get. Valeria promises you that their head will be on a silver plate. She’s not very good with words when it comes to comforting someone, but she will have that person killed in the most cruel ways she can imagine. In fact, she’ll take the pleasure of torturing them upon herself. Once she’s done, she’ll take some days off, which is surprising since she usually can’t afford that at all. You’ll be under her direct care for those days. Anything you want you’ll get. Afterwards there will be a slight shift in her demeanor, Valeria becomes more protective over you. Sometimes she might even assign some trusted people of hers to watch over you since she can’t afford something like that happening again. While she can’t always take some days off, she’ll try to be closer to you anyway. Always texting you, finding excuses to come home for a day maybe. She just really needs to make sure you’re okay, she wouldn’t know what to do with herself if you died.

Laswell: Laswell will try to be a bit more diplomatic about it at first, trying to coax whoever hurt you out of hiding. This person will be held accountable for their crimes against her world. Naturally, she rescues you first, gets you to the nearest hospital and won’t leave your side until you’re stable again. If it takes you a while to wake up again, she’ll leave to find the fucker and make sure they swim with the fishes. She has a pretty large, efficient network and will find out who it was fairly easily. Once she knows who they are, she won’t hesitate to find out all their past crimes as well, if they hurt you then they must have done some other awful things as well. Once that phase is over, she’ll go to their home herself and have them arrested, put in the worst prison imaginable where the inmates are treated especially badly. She won’t kill them, but she wouldn’t be surprised if they wind up dead anyway. Laswell usually isn’t an evil person, but she does hope that person dies during their time. Their sentence will be as long as possible so there’s no chance of them ever seeing the sunlight again either. Once all of this is over, she, too, would take some days off to spend with you. You’re a priority above all else, so Laswell will want to be there for you, no matter the cost. While she usually isn’t, depending on how severely you got hurt she might become a bit overbearing, a bit overprotective. That overprotectiveness will last for a few months, afterwards she’ll try to give you some space again. However, she’ll always be keeping a closer eye on you, always texting or calling you every once in a while to make sure you’re okay. If she needs to, she’ll put you under her protection officially, but the situation needs to be dire for that to happen. Either way, she’ll be keeping you safe.

#cod #cod x reader #valeria garza #valeria garza x reader #kate laswell #kate laswell x reader #fem!reader #I hit over 100k words in my document last night which is so so much #I've written so much for Call of Duty in such a short time it's unbelievable. granted there's one fic I never posted but still #I don't intend to stop now either though it's fun. I'll probably be into cod for a while still anyway so there's that too #besides Valeria and Laswell have me in a chokehold. Farah does too I love them #every time someone requests them I'm very happy. I didn't expect the girls to be this popular though in all honesty #not complaining! it's nice to get to imagine kissing girls. it makes my gay little heart sing #I actually had some art of Valeria and an OC of mine commissioned not too long ago #every time I look at it I giggle and kick my legs a bit #I want her to fluster the everloving hell out of me until I can't speak anymore and am complete mush for her #I know I've mentioned it before but I love women who could absolutely just kill me. and who absolutely would do it as well #cod has some good women. made me realise that older women are also pretty epic #I think I'd melt into a puddle if Laswell ever called me her girl or her wife

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 9 months

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im so tired of sterek fics where derek is like really mean or just aloof to stiles until they get together. do you have an recs where derek is just a sweetheart who's always soft on stiles even before they get together?

Here's softboi!derek.

let me take care of you by honestlydarkprincess

(1/1 I 1,1311 I Teen)

Stiles couldn’t do anything but stare at the alpha werewolf as he rambled while unloading the aforementioned supplies from the grocery bag to Stiles’ counter.

Nothing Stiles was seeing made sense.

Why was Derek here, in his apartment, with cold medicine and fucking soup?

Or, the one where Derek comes over to take care of a sick Stiles. They talk about their moms and confess some feelings. It's all very soft.

An Anchor for the Storm by andthwip

(1/1 I 3,246 I Mature)

Derek's the only person Stiles can turn to.

Give Me Shelter by WonderWolf

(1/1 I 8,295 I Teen)

I don’t make a good impression, I know,” Derek grumbles. “It’s fine. I get it.”

“Noooo,” Stiles groans in frustration, “but it isn’t fair because you’re not that guy, you’re not an asshole and you give cats punny names so they have a better chance at being adopted.”

“Who told you I named the cats?” Derek asks, his brows scrunching together in confusion.

“Scott,” Stiles smirks. “My favorite so far was Purrsephone.”

(Or the one in which Derek and Stiles both volunteer at an animal shelter, Derek works with cats and gives them punny names, Stiles works with the dogs, and misunderstandings ensue).

If It Means a Lot to You by Nier

(1/1 I 9,356 I Teen)

His mom had told him about mates in the past. Derek would often come home and just hear stories about how his parents had met and fallen for each other, how they had gotten together after learning about what they truly meant to one another.

He was a kid when she told him all this, so it didn't really make much sense to him at the time. All he could do was sit there on the edge of her bed, listening as his mother talked about how love is an act of courage. If you don't take that first step, then everything else is impossible too.

Set a Song for Me by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(1/1 I 11,573 i Teen)

“You did a favour for a stranger?” the sheriff asked, surprised. “You won’t even do a favour for me.”

“Your favours involve chocolate and salty snacks, damn straight I won’t do you any favours,” Stiles insisted, pointing an accusatory finger at his dad while leaning back against the counter, taking another large sip of coffee. “Some guy lost his phone and was calling it hoping someone would answer. That someone was me. He said he’d had some drinks and couldn’t come grab it right then, so we agreed to meet at the station this morning. I didn’t realize ‘this morning’ meant the ass crack of dawn.”

“It’s not the ass crack of dawn, that was at five thirty-seven, according to the weather app on my phone.”

Stiles let out a sarcastic laugh and flipped his dad off. The sheriff gave him a look, but he didn’t reprimand him, clearly able to tell Stiles was miserable.

Love At It's Purest by AbsolutelyNot2801

(12/? I 24,218 I Mature)

Sometimes Derek does things that makes Stiles think his crush is not completely one-sided, like gentle touches, soothing words and embraces like the one they were in that morning. And then he goes and does something stupid like getting a stupid girlfriend like Jennifer. It’s not because of Jennifer at all really. She’s lovely. But Stiles can’t help the hint of jealousy when he sees the loving gazes and soft, shy smiles.

And this is his step-brother he’s talking about. His step-brother! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Or a fic in which Stiles and Derek can’t help falling in love with each other. But there's a problem, they're step brothers. A fic with angst, feels and a happy ending.

The Spaz and the Sourwolf by TheRealDanniX

(9/9 I 24,674 I Teen)

When Stiles comes across something he shouldn't in the Preserve he ends up on four legs. Not that anyone in the Pack knows it's him. He's just hoping they can figure it out before anything else bad happens.

This Is Not Who I'm Supposed to Be by Anonymous

(11/11 I 24,932 I Teen)

After Stiles' friends get shot, the fox runs away from his home. He runs far enough that the white snow changes into green gras, and his white fur feels heavier than ever underneath the shining sun. Talia Hale and her family find him and she helps him turn back into human, something he hasn't been in years, and he has to learn how to be human again with the help from Derek. He realizes that life isn't easy. Not as human and not as a supernatural creature. Especially not when hunters are back in town.

shatter like glass, come apart in my hands by cosmicayan

(15/? I 47,107 I Mature)

The one in which Stiles goes missing for three months and then suddenly, out of nowhere, he turns up at the door of the Hale House, confusing himself, Derek, and literally everyone else.

Oh, yeah, and he has no memory of what happened to him (or, at least, no conscious memory).

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #fluff #getting together #anon

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makos-hotbox · 1 year

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| brief req. summary :: can I request Ghost and König (separate) headcanons with a s/o (she/they) who has really bad anger issues? Like they will jump over a table just to hit someone? |

LARGE FONT VER.

/ — I’m so sorry that the original ask got deleted 😭😭 and honestly as a fellow anger issues haver; I loved writing this. I hope you enjoy! /

… 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒

`⌁ ◜ 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝟓𝟓𝟓, 𝐢’𝐦 𝟔𝟔𝟔! ◞

𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓

Ghost would be very aware of your anger before you even get in your relationship together. He noticed how it was hard for you to contain yourself when something irked you or someone pissed you off too much.

But that didn’t stop him from falling for you, so obviously, he doesn’t mind. Ghost doesn’t seem like someone who would purposely try and irritate his lover. He’s pretty laid back and relaxed imo, only teasing you or making snide comments if he knows you can handle it. Or not at all if you don’t want him too. Ghost is respectful on that

When you end up physically fighting someone, Ghost’s first reaction is to cheer you on. But since he has to be mature, he will quickly run in and separate you from the other person. Restraining you completely (and quite easily) until he’s sure you won’t attack again.

Shortly after, he will probably ask you what kind of damage you did and idk maybe even give you a few tricks.

It's not out of the norm to see ghost pick you up out of nowhere and take you away to somewhere else. As long as you’re not fighting anyone. He doesn’t want you getting into trouble.

If someone around you is being a dick, (ex. Another soldier) and you start to get upset, Ghost is quick to notice. After being around you for so long, he knows the signs of your irritation. And as soon as he sees you clench your fist, raise your voice, or stiff up; he will do one of two things.

Either A) he will step in and separate you and whatever the issue is. He doesn’t like seeing you upset and he definitely wouldn’t like for there to be trouble if you acted on your anger. Ghost will back up the other person, glaring at them through his mask and sizing up to them.

Once the problem is gone, Ghost will take you back to your room and help you calm down. Allowing for you to rant, thrash around and hit pillows, or to just lay down. Whatever you want, he would be there with you.

Or B) Ghost will push back on the problem even harder. Stepping between you and the person so he can take care of it himself. If the dickhead doesn’t shut their mouth, Ghost will do it himself. He doesn’t usually like to make it physical, but if he needs to, he will. He just doesn’t want you getting in any trouble, or, if things went south, hurt.

If you’re ever feeling upset about how you have trouble containing your anger, he’s there to comfort you. Ghost may not be able to go full therapist with you, but he can listen and hold you. You can rant and wallow in a spot of sadness for a bit, and Ghost will be there the whole time. Quietly reassuring you that it’s going to be okay. How your “issue” is nothing but another reason he loves you.

If Soap or any of his teammates are bothering you and trying to get you worked up, Ghost will probably take the violent route. Smacking them upside the head with a firm “knock it off.” They usually get the hint and leave you be. Over time they adapted to not purposely try and work you up. (Or accidentally)

Here it goes again… another annoying soldier who wants to buck up to you just because he’s insecure about his masculinity. The two of you were at the same shooting range and he started trying to one up you. Failing miserably, he got mad and tried to pick a fight.

“How the hell could a little girl like you be big bad military? You should quit soon darling, we don’t want you getting your pretty face injured.” ‘Montoya’ cocked his head to the side, faking worry for you. It was disgusting. You were just trying to clear your head at the range and now something else has taken that space.

Your chest began to feel heavy, growing ticked off. Mind flooding with ways to retaliate; punch him, yell at him, or walk away? So many options to choose from. In the back of your head you felt a bit guilty for wanting to resort to violence first. A silent reminder of the immediate mood switch.

Ghost had told you many times that you should try and walk away or speak rationally when you’re upset. More so that you don’t get in trouble for starting a fist fight. But, to hell with talking rationally. “Kiss my ass Montoya. I’ll whup your ass here, on the field, or anywhere else. You’re so worried about a girl being better than you that you don’t even notice your own dick shrinking.” You commented quickly, cleaning up your space so you could leave. Not having the energy to deal with something like this.

Montoya didn’t stop following as you started walking to your truck. “Oh really now? You can't even reach the top shelf, you could never amount to me. All that shit back there was pure fucking luck.” You loaded your stuff into the vehicle, clenching your fists as you tried to walk to the drivers side. Instead, Montoya stood in front of you and shoved you back.

That was all it took before you cocked your fist back quickly and popped him right in the jaw. Montoya stumbled back onto the ground with a groan. “Keep your fucking hands off me dickhead.” You grumbled, turning around at the sounds of running footsteps along the dirt.

“Woah! Woah! Woah! Holy shit, Y/n!” Soap sped past you to check on Montoya, whose nose was bleeding. Ghost stopped next to you, staring at your glaring expression. Grabbing your arm, he pulled you into a hug.

“Nice job, but how’re we gonna explain this one?” He whispered, Soap was still busy helping Montoya. You rolled your eyes and rested your head against Ghost’s chest. “We won’t, he fucking earned that one by shoving me.”

“Wait, he laid his hands on you?”

You nodded your head. Then without a word, Ghost opened the door of your truck and helped you in. “Wait here.” He closed the door and stomped over to Soap and Montoya.

All you could hear was a muffled, “Pick his ass up Johnny! It’s time for round two for putting his hands on Y/n!” And through the rear view mirror, you watched as Soap’s attitude changed, yanking Montoya up by his shirt. A smile spread across your face as Ghost swung his fist right onto the other side of Montoya’s jaw.

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Before your relationship with König, he was a bit scared of you. Seeing your outbursts and almost constant glare showed König that maybe it would be the best idea to not work you up.

Over time as you grew closer from team missions, König stopped being afraid of you. Learning about your temper and just you in general. He became used to your hot headed self and knew how to aid you out of your rage moments. And just like that, over time, König began to grow feelings for you.

König is not really someone who would try and irritate you purposely. Or even accidentally. He knows how to make good word and tone choices just to keep it safe. But he also just doesn’t like seeing you upset, especially if it’s his fault.

He is quick to apologize and make it up to you if he does end up setting you off. Feeling bad for the rest of the day, König will do anything for you. Running errands so you could relax, bringing you food, and doing whatever you ask.

If someone is messing with you, König takes full advantage of his size. Stalking up to that person, looking like a complete demon. Threatening eyes staring down at the idiot that dared mess with König’s beloved.

There’s been very few times König had to get physical with someone to leave you be. Usually his large frame is enough to scare anyone off. But when he had to use his fists, it ended with broken noses and tons of bruises.

When König witnesses you getting violent with someone, he doesn’t really do anything to stop it. Maybe he will wait a few moments to step in, but he usually doesn’t. In his opinion, if whatever that person said was enough to make you swing? They deserve it.

Whenever the fight is finally broken up though, König takes you back to his room to check for any bad wounds and let you rant it all out. The night will usually end with the two of you cuddled together playing some sort of game.

If you’re up for it, König will take you to a rage room with him. Giving you an opportunity to let out any bottled up frustrations left. He will happily cheer you on as you demolish an old tv or computer. Expect a nice meal and nap later :)

Storming down the hallway, music blared loudly into your ears. Trying to contain your irritated thoughts about how training went today. Price took you and some of the team members to go train. And you were apparently not on your game today as you missed shots and stumbled around like a drunk idiot during combat training.

It was embarrassing on its own, you’ve never been that sloppy before! Soap and Gaz were constantly reassuring you that it was okay after very loud profanities were yelled. But it didn’t stop there, as you were all leaving to go work on other stuff, you overheard some snide comments coming from a group of soldiers.

They were all about you, seeing as “L/n” was whispered countless times. The group mostly commented about how terrible you were at literally everything. Not only training, but apparently bringing up old mistakes you’ve made while on missions or during important meetings.

“Ultimate shite.” Soap mumbled under his breath, he glared at the other group. After that he had pushed you along to leave before anything could go wrong. In the truck, you were allowed to think about and boil your anger even more.

Leading you to now, bursting into König’s room loudly. He was playing a game on his bed and jumped up at the sudden intrusion. König immediately noticed your upset expression and all his focus was now on you. “Woah- what’s wrong Liebling?” He hopped off his bed and came to your side.

You stood tense for a moment, eventually just leaning onto the tall frame of your boyfriend instead. A long and exaggerated sigh left your lips followed by a loud groan. König’s hands rubbed up and down your back slowly. Trying to give you some sort of comfort, he nudged you.

“Let’s go lay down, and once you’ve relaxed, you can tell me all about it. But I want you to feel better first.” König led you to his bed and allowed you to silently settle yourself on it and get comfortable. The German laid next to you so you could lay on his chest as he held you close to him. Whispering loving compliments and phrases to you in German, König knew exactly what he was doing.

He was practically bringing you back to earth with all of the affection, reminding you that there’s someone who loves you and all your flaws. It felt amazing, and you eventually became completely cooled off in König’s arms. Realizing this, he kissed your forehead. “Would you like to talk about it?”

“Don’t even get me fucking started.”

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99hook · 7 months

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Ghost Hunts

Synopsis: You and Hook get more than you bargained for when you decide to go ghost hunting on Halloween night

Warnings: paranormal activity, cursing, mentions of past deaths, fluff and ghosts doing ghostly activities

A/N: happy spooky season besties 👻 thank you to the anon who requested this to me! i hope you love it! also, hook is tyler in this, just so nobody gets confused about that. also i did tryyy to make this thrilling but i think it turned into a comedy imo, i’ll let y’all be the judge! enjoy!

(the title is lame as hell but i couldn’t think of anything else so here we are😂)

-feel free to send me halloween/spooky season requests and ideas you have! gonna be writing for it the whole month of october 🎃👻🧡

Tyler switched the key in the ignition as he stared ahead at a large, victorian style house you’d been telling him you wanted to visit for months now.

He heard you unbuckle your seatbelt and looked over at you, seeing the excitement in your eyes when you looked back at him.

You always talked his head off about this one specific historical attraction, so he took it upon himself to give the owners a call and see if it was possible for the two of you to get permission to privately tour that apparently haunted place.

The right amount of money permitted you both the approval to spend Halloween night there, and just like many of the tourists that come to visit, you quickly found out why it was named one of the most haunted attractions in the country.

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“Ready?” You grinned, already having one hand on the door handle.

Tyler unbuckled his seatbelt and nodded before he opened his door and slid out the car. He came around to your side to open up your door like he always does, but you were too excited to wait.

He looked down at you with a half-smirk on his lips as he shut your door and grabbed your hand, leading you towards the stone steps that invited you into that not-so-inviting house.

He stopped when he reached the door and turned back around to face you, rubbing his thumb over the top of your hand.

“I know you’re excited, but I just don’t want you to get your hopes up and feel let down if nothing happens tonight. I still think this is just some old ass house that people pay way too much money to come tour because they think ghosts are gonna pop out at them.”

You shot him a look and rolled your eyes. “Well, just for your information, there’s been countless reports of people seeing shadows and all kinds of stuff here, but I know you won’t believe anything until it’s proven, so let’s go in.”

He couldn’t argue with that, so he just shrugged his shoulders before he spun back around and opened the door.

The creaking of the rusty hinges echoed back to you, along with your slow footsteps the second you stepped inside. There was already an eerie feeling lingering through the air, almost as if you were immediately stepping foot in forbidden territory.

Tyler closed the door and looked around at the large portraits aligned on the walls, and he didn’t particularly like how their eyes seemed to follow him when he walked around.

You took a few steps towards a large room off to the side of the entranceway, and Tyler followed behind you. The first thing he noticed was a wooden rocking chair in the corner by a large bay window, and a little rag doll with button eyes sitting on it.

He tried to stifle his laugh, but it caught your attention. You looked over at him and noticed that he was trying to keep a straight face, but failing miserably.

“What are you laughing at?” You asked, following his eyes over to the rocking chair.

“That doll.” He says as he walks over to it. “They really put a rag doll in a rocking chair. They watch too many movies.” He shakes his head as he starts to look around the room.

“And look at this-“ he points up at a set of porcelain dolls sitting on the mantle above the fireplace. “Someone really said, hey, let’s find some of the creepiest dolls ever made and put them on the mantle. Then people will have to believe this place is haunted.”

You shot him a look and waited for him to notice. When he looked back at you, he still had a wide smile plastered across his face.

“Baby, I’m sorry, but I told you what I think. This is just a place for people to make money scamming tourists. I mean, look at all this shit. It looks like a horror movie set, does it not? Who decorates their shit like this?”

“These are items from the first family who ever lived here, Tyler. Remember we read about the family of six who passed away from pneumonia in the 1800’s. This is their stuff.”

“So that family is supposed to be lurking around haunting this place?” He crossed his arms over his chest and you could see the skepticism clear as day on his face.

“They’re not the only ones who have passed away here, Tyler. There’s been people who were working on the roof and fell off. A maid who used to work for the family had a heart attack on the second floor. Not to mention, the fourth floor was used as an infirmary at one point in time too. They don’t even know how many people have actually been buried in the back yard. You’d know all of this if you listened to me when I talk about it.”

He vaguely recalled all of that, but didn’t get the chance to say anything back when the sound of rusty hinges creaking from somewhere above you echoed through the room.

His eyes immediately snapped over to the entryway, recognizing that sound as the front door when he opened and closed it earlier, but it was still shut.

He looked back down at you and the look you had on your face that screamed, I told you so.

“This is an old ass house. It’s gonna make noises.” He says, but you just shrugged your shoulders and headed out that room, over towards the staircase.

“Where are you going?” He calls after you when you make your way halfway up to the second floor. You looked back down at where he was standing at the bottom of the stairs.

“To explore.” You nodded towards the top of the stairs. “You coming? Or are you too scared?” You teased with a challenging smirk that made his eyes narrow in on you, before he started heading up the stairs after you.

The second floor had a heavier feeling the moment you reached the top step. There was an icy chill in the air that immediately made your whole body shiver.

Tyler crossed his arms over his chest and stepped around you, looking for a window that must have been left open.

“It’s cold as fuck up here.” He muttered as he slowly walks around. “The one time I don’t wear my hoodie.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at that as you passed by him. He turned around when he felt you walk by and watched as you headed down one of the long halls.

“Where are you going now?” He asks as he strides towards you, following you into the last room that you knew was the one that belonged to the maid who passed away in it. According to too many articles you’ve read, she sometimes gets spotted sitting on the edge of her bed.

Tyler searched for a light switch as soon as he stepped in that room, but he flipped the switch three times and the lights didn’t come on.

“That’s great. Let’s just hang out in a dark ass room.” You heard him comment as his footsteps draw closer to you. You can see enough with the dim lighting from the hallway illuminating some of the room.

You ran your hand over the quilt neatly spread over the bed, knowing that it was that maid’s quilt that she handmade. You ignored your boyfriend’s mutters under his breath and tried to appreciate the sentimental value that the quilt, along with many other items in the house had to the family that first lived there.

You felt Tyler tap your shoulder three times and looked back, but that’s when you realized he was standing over by the dresser, messing with his hair in the mirror.

You felt an ice cold chill skate down your spine and instantly backed away from the bed, and Tyler noticed your sudden movements.

“What?” He asked, pausing with his hands still in his hair.

You looked over at him, then glanced at your shoulder where you felt the taps of fingers that weren’t his.

“I felt something tap my shoulder and thought it was you, but you were all the way over there.” You tell him.

He drops his hands and walks over to you with a look of disbelief on his face.

“Maybe you just thought you felt something.” He says as he places his hand on your shoulder and rubs his thumb over it. “Or maybe the roof is leaking or something. This house is old as fuck.”

He looked up at the ceiling and held out his hand, but no water droplets fell into his palm. You managed to shrug it off, even though you knew in your heart that you felt what you felt, regardless if Tyler believed it or not.

You decided to take a few steps back from that bed, taking the three taps as a warning not to put your hands on the maid’s belongings.

Tyler ended up wandering over to the closet for some reason, observing some of the clothes that were still hanging in there after who knows how many years, while you were taking in all of the old photos displayed on wooden shelves on the wall.

One picture in particular caught your attention because you recognized it from one of the first articles you’ve read about the house.

“Tyler, come look at this.” You softly called out to him.

“Come look at this first.” He says from somewhere in the closet. You walked over and peeked your head in, but you didn’t take a step further. If it ruffled feathers for you to touch the maid’s quilt, you weren’t daring to touch her clothing.

“Look up here.” He says as he points towards the ceiling where a wooden square door was bolted shut. You would’ve assumed it lead to the attic, but the house had four floors and you were only on the second one.

Tyler glanced over his shoulder at you with a mischievous smirk, and before he even got the chance to say it, you shut that thought down immediately.

“No, Tyler.” You sternly tell him, reaching out and grabbing his hand. “Don’t even think about it.”

“It’s a secret door, Y/n. How do you expect me not to want to go up there?”

“It’s bolted shut for a reason. Don’t disturb anything here, and as a matter of fact, get out of the maid’s closet.”

He let you pull him towards you but made sure to show the dissatisfaction on his face at the same time. You shut the door behind him and rolled your eyes at the annoyed look he threw on his face.

“Come on, there’s still so much to see.” You say as you lead him out the maid’s room.

There was another set of stairs tucked in the corner of that hallway, but as the two of you were heading up to the third floor, a loud slam stopped you in your tracks.

You both froze instantly, looking over at each other with wide eyes and suddenly rapid beating hearts.

“What the fuck was that?” You barely even whispered. Tyler looked up at the top of the stairs that were only four steps away and held his hand out in front of you.

“Stay here. Someone could’ve snuck in when we weren’t paying attention.” He whispered before he slowly, and quietly stepped up the stairs.

You watched him intently until he reached the top and disappeared around a corner, and then you made sure to listen as closely and carefully as you possibly could.

You could hear his footsteps perfectly, thanks to the creaking of the floorboards, but every sound made you jump. You kept getting an unnerving feeling that someone was behind you, but each time you looked down at the bottom of the stairs, nobody was there.

After a couple seconds, Tyler appeared back at the top of the stairs and you could easily see that he was feeling a little shook up, but he was trying not to show it.

“There’s nobody up here.” He says as he looks back over his shoulder, getting the uncomfortable sensation that someone’s watching him. “But I don’t know what the fuck that noise was either.”

You stepped up the stairs faster than you meant to because that feeling that someone’s lingering behind you kept getting stronger and stronger, but part of you didn’t want to acknowledge it.

You instinctively grabbed his hand when you met him at the top of the stairs and he picked up on that immediately, looking down at you with a bit of concern in his dark eyes.

“You okay?” He asks, and you only nodded even though your stomach was starting to twist into the tightest knots.

You looked down the hall and nearly jumped a whole foot back when you saw yours and Tyler’s reflection in a large mirror at the very end of it.

He couldn’t help but to laugh as you were trying to steady the rhythm of your pounding heart, but he slung his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side.

“It’s okay, it’s just a mirror baby. It scared the hell out of me earlier too.” He grins before placing a kiss to your forehead. “Are you ready to leave, or do you wanna keep going?”

You looked up at him when your heart finally started to compose itself and shook your head. This was something you wanted to do for so long, the thought of chickening out halfway through was just simply not an option for you.

“Keep going.” You tell him before you head for the first door that’s in sight.

Tyler’s arm dropped to his side when you brushed past him and he watched you turn the knob on that door, along with three others.

“They’re all locked on this floor. I tried them already.” He says as he looks over his shoulder at yet another set of stairs leading up to the last floor.

“Guess that means we get the pleasure of exploring a creepy ass infirmary now.” He says with a dull tone as he looks back at you.

You walked past him and headed for the last staircase, and upon first glance, it was nothing like all the others.

Tyler made quick strides to catch up to you and just as soon as you placed your foot on the first step, his arm snaked around your waist and pulled you back.

“You can’t be serious, Y/n.” He deadpans when you turn around to face him. “Look at those stairs. They are barely even stairs at this point!”

“I think people go up here all the time though.” You say as you look up at the top of the steps that’s quite literally tempting you, because you know that there’s an old infirmary just waiting for you to explore it.

“Well, not us.” He says as he crosses his arms tightly over his chest, you guessed as a way to hold his ground.

You rolled your eyes and just ignored him, turning around and heading up those cracked and rotted wooden steps.

“Y/N!” Your name gets shouted so loud his voice echoes, but you continued to avoid him until one step in particular caved right out from under you.

Tyler immediately sprung up and caught you right before you could fall straight through to wherever you’d end up underneath those stairs. He quickly brought you back down to the floor before any of the other steps had a chance to snap in half.

“You okay?” He asked when he was able to catch his breath. You nodded and looked back up at those stairs, specifically at the one that was now missing.

“Don’t even think about it, y/n.” He cups your cheeks with his thumb and two fingers and gently turns your head back to look at him. “Thats exactly why I told you not to go up there in the first place. You could’ve gotten seriously hurt, you know that?”

You accepted the defeat and simply nodded, still feeling bummed that you couldn’t explore that infirmary, but the fact that Tyler saved you from what could’ve been a really nasty fall was at the forefront of your mind.

You felt his thumb stroke your cheek and looked back into his softened eyes, about to say thank you for saving you from that fall, but the second your lips parted, the sound of the floor boards slowly creaking caused you both to jump back.

Your head snapped towards the stairs at the other end of the hall and you suddenly felt like your feet were nailed to the floor.

Tyler’s breathing was getting heavier even though he was trying to control it as he stared dead at the top of the staircase, waiting for someone to come walking up.

You reached out and grabbed his forearm, clinging onto him tightly. You felt his muscles tense and he instinctively stepped in front of you, blocking you with his own body in case someone was about to show themselves, but after a few minutes that felt like an eternity, nobody ever did.

He turned back to face you, his eyes wide and pupils dilated as pure fear coursed through them. You stared back at him, unsure what to say or do, and scared to hear your own voice at this point.

There was a moment of silent communication between the two of you, both on the same page it seemed, ready to get the hell out of that house, and the sudden sound of something crashing to the floor right above your heads was all the motivation you needed.

“Nah, fuck this” Tyler’s voice trembled slightly before he grabbed your hand and pulled you down the hall. It was hard to keep up with his fast strides thanks to the large contrast between his long legs and your shorter ones, but that adrenaline coursing through your veins helped you manage.

He kept his grip tight as he pulled you down the hall of the second floor, avoiding looking into any of the rooms with the fear that he’d see something standing there. You kept your eyes on his back for the same reason, and did your very best not to let your sights wander anywhere else.

You descended the stairs faster than you thought you ever could without tripping, and wasted no time bolting right out the front door.

Even though it was pitch dark outside, it was sudden relief the second the you shut that door behind you. Tyler nearly skipped three of the front steps on the way out, and only stopped to catch his breath when he finally reached the car.

He placed both hands on the hood and dropped his head, shaking it. His breathing was heavy and uneven but he still managed to say, “Never again, Y/n.”

You leaned against the hood next to him, watching him nearly fight for his life to calm himself down. You looked back at that house for what you knew was going to be the last time, before you looked over at Tyler.

“I support anything you do, baby. Anything except ghost hunting.” he says as he picks his head up and looks at you.

There was a moment that the two of you just stood there, still shaken up with straight adrenaline running hot through your veins, but after you got in the car and pulled out that driveway, you couldn’t help but to look at each other and laugh.

“That was some crazy shit.” He says through the bellowed laughter.

“I told you it was haunted, did I not?” You raise your brows at him, hoping to hear him admit that you were right, but knowing Tyler, he’d rather do anything but say those words.

“I mean, I still think the house was just old and made a lot of noises.” He shrugs one shoulder. “But if it’s job is to scare the shit out of people, I guess it was successful.”

“You guess?” You deadpan on him, but his eyes are focused on the road. “Tyler, you literally ran out of there.” You teased.

“You’re damn right I did!” He exclaims with a higher voice that had no business sounding as funny as it did to you. “That shit was making too many noises for me. Sounded like the whole damn house was about to collapse on us.”

“Speaking of collapse, I need to call the owners first thing in the morning and tell them about the stairs. We’re probably gonna have to pay for the damages.”

“As long as we don’t have to go back to that house, I don’t even care.” He shakes his head before you feel his fingers intertwine with yours. “Next time you wanna go ghost hunting, we’re just gonna have to sit on the couch and watch it on tv. Sorry baby, but i’m not getting involved again. Not after whatever the fuck just happened back there.”

“I think I got it all out of my system. Until next Halloween, anyway.” You smirk, and he looks over just in time to catch it, shaking his head but he can’t help the smile that forms on his lips simply due to your pure stubborn nature.

“So every Halloween you just wanna go visit some haunted places? Why not go to one of those haunted fun houses or something?” He suggests, “At least there you know what you’re getting yourself into.”

“Why don’t we just go to one of those right now?” You shrug as you glanced at the time on your phone. “It’s still early, and Halloween’s not over yet.”

“After tonight, I’m pretty sure if someone jumped out at me I’d probably end up punching them in the face.” He chuckles as he comes to a stop at stop sign.

He looks both ways before he looks over at you, leaning in for a quick kiss like he always does, and you felt all of that previous adrenaline and wracking nerves suddenly dissipate under his gentle touch.

“Okay” you caved, “Let’s go home. I wanna spend the rest of our halloween another way.”

You felt him smile against you before placing one last kiss to your lips, then pulling away to start driving again.

“Does that mean I get to finally see you in that one costume?” He smirks as he starts to speed a little faster.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile before you reached over and placed your hand gently on his thigh.

“As long as you promise not to literally tear it off me.” you teased, but all he did was glance over at you with a look that you already knew far too well.

“You know I can’t promise you that.”

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drunk-cryptic-witch · 2 years

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Accidents lead to war crimes

Bakugo x f!reader, where Bakugo accidentally throws away reader’s favourite ramen and faces the consequences.

Based on my real life events.

Warnings: Cursing, the pitiful throwing away of ramen, gory descriptions and acts of violence.

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He didn’t realise it was yours. He swears. He saw it lying around the first time, and didn’t mind. Then ten minutes later when it’s position hadn’t moved, he had decided to discard of the bowl of ramen. The rather delicious bowl of ramen that you were saving.

All you wanted to do was finish your work and get to your ramen. But no, some big dumb blond had to ruin that for you after your already very taxing day.

“BAKUGO,” he froze. He didn’t know what else to do. You had said his name like that only twice before in your life and had been incredibly livid both times. Once you had yelled it when he shoved you into the pool, while Kaminari was in as well. Kaminari, who had gotten shocked and accidentally used his quirk. Your hair was spiked up like Kirishima’s for two weeks.

The second time you had screeched it was when he had actually blown up half your hair to smithereens. Worst part was that you refused talk to him until it grew back to the same length again. Safe to say he was miserable for those two months.

And now, he was terrified of what would happen. When you were angry, it was scary. But when you were angry and tired, it was much worse. And a ramen packet may not mean much to someone else, but he remembered how much it meant to you. A moment too late. Nonetheless, he drew back his shoulder and held his head up hi-

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY RAMEN YOU ABSOLUTE MOTHERFUCKER?!!??!” And there we go. He was screwed. He shut the lid of the trash can, putting the bowl in the sink.

“Relax, I just thought-,”

“OH YOU THOUGHT HUH. WELL MAYBE YOU SHOULDNT THINK IF IT LEADS TO YOU DOING UTTERLY FOOLISH THINGS YOU FUCKING BLOCKHEAD!”

“WATCH WHO YOU CALL A BLOCKHEAD IT’S JUST RAMEN I’LL MAKE YOU ANOTHER BOWL!”

“IT WON’T BE THE FUCKING SAME! AND THE RAMEN IS OVER DICKWAD! JESUS CHRIST CAN YOU AT LEAST ASK BEFORE YOU CHUCK SHIT??!”

“HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO FUCKING KNOW YOU WERE WAITING FOR IT?! MY BLOODY REASONING IS CORRECT WOMAN!”

“NO IT FUCKING ISN’T - I came home from a stressful day of hero-ing around and then I made my delicious ramen. Ramen that you so kindly threw away. And then I got a call about paperwork from the agency, and had to sit for that. I come out around fifteen minutes later to realise not only is my ramen gone but my boyfriend- who I used to love and trust- threw it away. Well, just waiting for karma.”

“IT IS NOT MY FUCKING FAULT NEXT TIME LEAVE A GODDAMN NOTE OR SOMETHING FUCK IM SORRY ALRIGHT?!! AND WHAT KARMA??”

“I’ll make sure to tear your limbs piece by piece, and throw them away exactly how you threw my ramen. Or maybe I’ll have fun if I’m not too tired. Maybe, just maybe I’ll wait till you’re asleep, then get-,”

“Okay fine! Fucking fine! Damn woman. Fine. I’m sorry about your stupid ramen.”

And then ten minutes later, he’s walking late at night, on the way to the store to get your ramen, listening to your instructions on which brand to get. He’s grumbling, but you’re voice has placed a smile on his face. So has escaping near death, but oh well.

A/N: My father threw away my ramen. So I’m making this. Most of my fics are based on what goes on in my life 💀 either way I hope y’all liked itttt

Also not proofread because is anything I post ever proofread I’m really sorry

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catchyhuh · 7 months

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KIDS!!

no not like what they were like AS kids. that's cute though i might do that later but anyway this is just how they are around children. you bring up canon i shoot you dead. now let’s get goin

lupin:

lupin LOVES kids. does that mean he’s good with them/should be trusted to watch them and keep them from accidentally dying? no

he’s expected to have them because. gestures. but he’s not really in a rush. he’s just kind of waiting for fate to do something. (he’s hoping fate will have something to do with fujiko giving his kid pretty incredible genes but the reality is he’d probably stumble across some embittered oliver twist adjacent kid and take them in)

the REALest reality is he’s just every child he runs into’s favorite uncle. he’s a horrible influence and you know kids LOVE that. holds them by their ankles, throws them like five feet into a pool, they LOVE it, and it horrifies every reasonable adult nearby. except his friends. they’ve grown immune to the terrifying sights that come with this guy.

jigen:

(pushing aside the new jigen thing just in case it makes this post age poorly) have you ever met someone who hates kids but children just love them

jigen hates it but he lowkey has some fatherly instincts within. lowkey. it’s faint though don’t expect him to offer to watch your kid for you but like any mildly decent human being he’s not going to let a child run into an electrical fence. usually though those same people don’t just start giving said kid a piggyback ride to guide them back to a more responsible party though but don’t ever bring it up to him

really i think it just comes from a soft spot for mildly vulnerable people. not an obligation he feels exactly just like. this child is miserable. if i made a stupid face, will the child continue to be miserable? granted, if the stupid face does not cheer up the kid, he’s not beating himself up about it either. i said kids LIKED him not that he was GOOD with them

fujiko:

very impartial. again, has the basic human decency to see a child clearly about to hurt themselves within arms reach and moves to stop them, but it’s like. does she care about that child’s hobbies, their favorite color, their latest minecraft build? uh No not really no

not above smiling and cooing over how cute babies are, but again, doesn’t mean SHE FUCKIN WANTS ONE LMAOOOOO it’s just that she has. eyes. if she thinks your baby is ugly on the other hand she won’t exactly TELL you so but her grin is noticeably forced and shes like. “what. an angel. wow. she’s really gonna break hearts someday i’m sure. wow.”

fujiko (pushing aside that fuckass movie) fujiko does not want kids. if she has a kid it’s someone else’s responsibility hands down. it’s not even that she’s afraid of the commitment OF a child (although that admittedly isn’t a thing she’s a fan of) she just knows for a fact that some people on this earth are not meant to be parents and by GOD is she NOT meant to be a parent. honestly it’s a self-awareness she wishes more people had.

goemon:

i have to be. completely candid here i’ve never really thought about this. but now that i am it’s very clear to me that goemon is the type of person who talks to a 5yo the same way you’d talk to a fully grown man and that’s hilarious

kids are always very interested by him in the like. “why are you so dressed up” “why do you talk like that” “is that a real sword” sense which tends to overwhelm him for a brief blip, but leave him with them for a half hour and come back and he’ll be showing them INSANE hide and seek techniques

he simultaneously doesn’t understand children at all but is also capable of having fun with them. a big chunk of it depends on his current mood, but if they’re like, nice, pleasant kids, 9 times out of 10 he’ll do like. one cool thing for them just to see them go OWAOAAWW!! he can get a little silly with it. if the situation needs be.

zenigata:

do you guys hear that? that like. wooing trumpet noise. with a little bit of stomping in there? sounds like there’s an elephant in the room or something. anyways

kids either love or hate him immediately. like goemon it tends to revolve around his mood and the mood of the kid in question, because sometimes he goes from sulking about losing (again) to “Oh My God is that your baby? TWO weeks old? just two weeks old? that tiny?” in a heartbeat. conversely children also tend to find him very bullyable. either way they flock to this guy

if you had a six year old and you needed one of these five to watch it for like, three hours, zenigata is your safest bet, but that’s. NOT SAYING MUCH he’s just the only one who’s moderately prepared for like. kid fell down and started crying type things. kid doesn’t WANT to eat spaghetti for lunch but that’s what they have to eat. that type of deal. he puts on this calm but slightly stern tone and the kid's like . okay fine i'll eat it. it's very jarring for anyone who's seen the way he is normally omg that trumpeting is back what the hell is that noi

POINT IS he’s good with kids. not perfect (children imitate the behavior they see you know) but good enough. it’s backed up in canon! in fact it’s so backed up you might even say he might as well have a kid even,

I'M SORRY FOR THE JOKES I JUST CAN'T HELP IT

#the tension within the lupin fandom about whether or not the fact that zeni had kids fucking sucks or is funny as hell #coming up next: a video compilation of every time the gang has a cute interaction with a child! it ends with me having tears in my eyes #lupin the third #lupin iii #lupin #jigen #fujiko #goemon #zenigata

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reikunrei · 10 months

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if i may be embarrassing for a minute here (beware: gushing about things and people that make me happy in my miserable life ahead)

the last 4 or so years of my life have been hell. and especially the last 1.5-2 years have been awful and i’ve never been in such a dark mental space. lots of sudden physical health problems (many of which are just sorta like “shrug idk just wait it out”) and a continuous downward spiral of my mental health (bc of the physical health stuff but also long-lasting financial issues, gender dysphoria, being stuck living with family which makes me wanna kms, etc.), all of which also makes it difficult or impossible to perform my regular hobbies (writing, drawing, video games, all of them are physically painful due to tendinitis) so my free time is always either unfulfilling or literally hurts me to do

and i’ve had lots of friends over the years who’ve made me laugh and smile, and I’m forever grateful to them and love them all dearly (to those of you who will see this bc you follow me here, hi, ily. to those who won’t see it bc they don’t follow me here, I’ll have to drop into those group chats and say a quick ily too)

but i’ve also begun interacting with a lot of new people in the last few months and I’m very grateful for y’all too. most of you are on here. probably all of you are on here. if you’re reading this, hi. what’s up. anyway

it just made me glad that i can still meet new people and get along well enough with them, even meet people i solidly call friends bc we started talking semi-regularly (hi sam!!! i hope you’re not drowning in your busy life lol). like, i have trouble making and hanging onto friends bc it’s just not my strong suit, and i like being by myself, but i do crave community just like any other human. and i haven’t had a community as active as this one ("this one" being my current corner of the st fandom) on this website in a while

i had to leave one community last year bc of one of my health issues that made it so i couldn’t interact with them very much, and just sitting there silently for months was too stressful for me, so when that went quiet i sort of… didn’t have a super active corner i was in, and it kind of made me super miserable

so i’m just glad I found this spot. a new spot for me to shimmy into on this website, where i’ve been jumping from community to community for the last decade. i feel like i haven’t been this into something and this into a community in a long time. and it feels good. really good

like even if there’s a lot about my life right now that i absolutely hate, there’s still a lot of things that i can be happy about. and a lot of love to find and share. so i may as well focus on that despite everything else. and i know this all sounds silly and embarrassing but i just have to remind myself that there are good things for me to look forward to, and good people to surround myself with, and i may as well put that thought out there on the off chance that someone who has made me smile recently might see it and know i appreciate them immensely. i can look forward to the future as much as i want, but at least i have folks right now who bring me joy, even if it’s small or sounds silly to say

so thank you to everyone who’s made me feel welcome. who’s given me presences to enjoy and people to admire. who’s been kind enough to interact with me and say nice things about the stuff I create. and really just to allow me to participate in a wacky fun corner that brings at least one smile to my face every day, but realistically, it's more than that

thanks :3

#i say things #watch me proceed to completely forget i posted this and get scared when it gets notes

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pen-of-roses · 11 months

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WHG 20-Prompt 4

WHG tag list: @ratracechronicler, @maple-writes, @concealeddarkness13 @drabbleitout, @grailfish, @forthesanityofsome, and @pied-piper-of-hamlet (let me know if you want to be added)

Din

The Peacekeepers guided her rather roughly to the train after the Reaping, all know that no one would be showing up as a visitor for her.

Her stomach twisted at the realization that the only one she had known in the District was a man whose name she couldn’t remember and who might be dead because of her now.

Barely five steps in and the escort sunk his almost literal claws into her arm and to a seat. “Ah, Najdinel! How wonderful it is to meet you after I’ve heard so many things about you, but I’d love to get the story from you. After all, it would help for the Capitol and possible sponsors to know why they should like you.”

The seat was too soft, too familiar, and she was practically drowning in it, trying to right herself. “I’m sure you have already heard more than enough to make up a story to spin,” she said dismissivly, scanning the rest of the car the exit and people filing about. Was that a flicker of blue under that helmet?

“Now Naj, Dear, can I call you Naj?” His nails hadn’t left her arm.

“No.”

“You should know better than anyone that appearance will get you anywhere and anything, and status even more so. If you want any hope of winning, you’ll have to make the people like you. Okay?”

“Why would I want to win to be their doll again?”

“Surely you don’t mean that Naj.” Her fists balled in her dress, but the indignation stayed off her well trained face. “So tell me, why would a beloved member of the Capitol be found so far out of it? And after they were presumed dead too?”

“Maybe I saw through their lies.”

Those pink nails dug in. “Listen you little brat,” he practically growled. “This isn’t just about you. You’re not the little darling of those fanatics anymore. It’s your job to make us look good, namely, make me look good, so I can stop coming back to this hellhole every year. Okay?” The fake smile was a threat of teeth more than anything else. “Your little friend might be out of our reach, but I can still make your life miserable while you still have it. So maybe you should shape up before we meet again. Okay?”

He huffed and stood, flattening his suit, finally letting go of her arm. The bastard had actually left marks in her arm.

Gold edged anger clouded her vision as she grabbed his arm in turn, Safirel surfacing and pushing just the threat of magic into her hand to burn him. “Threaten me again we’ll see who’s life is the living hell this week.” Her teeth bared in a mockery of a smile. “Okay?”

There was a hint of satisfaction at the fear that washed over his face before he shook off her hand and stormed away.

“Saf, that was dangerous.”

“Would you prefer he continued to demean you that way? I won’t stand for it. But point taken. As long as he backs down, no further issues shall arise, I promise.”

She sighed in acceptance. He had a point after all, and she couldn’t really say she would be too upset by the man fearing them enough to hide. But still. They needed to maintain a tighter grasp than that.

Smoothing out her dress, she stood up with her usual airs to slip away to the room they had to have provided. Hopefully Blythe had already found it. They’d need to form a new plan on how to get out of this mess after all. She could potentially plan to win, or hope to slip away before the Games, maybe during if she was really lucky. At least with both of them here—

There was movement out of the corner of her eye, a sharp inhale, and sudden surge of power that had Safirel’s full attention snapping into place and turning her head towards it.

Standing at the entrance of a door that connected the cars, not even having fully opened it yet, was someone instantly out of place in the overly Capitol and clean train with their roughly kept togather and unclean clothing. The hood didn’t fully hide their face, revealing their wide eyed stare and the hints of silver and pink hair.

Her body moved towards them, a hand raising slightly, and she breathed, “Rowyn?”

At the name, the stranger bolted back the way they came.

– -- -- --

Silver

They hated the train.

It was too confined, too clean, too sterile, too…not home.

There was no quiet laughter or teasing ringing through the halls at the siblings’ banter. No way to slip outside to the nearby forest or a garden, or anything they could see passing in the windows. No patchwork quilt to pick at and fix. No random animal scampering around as they worked out who had actually brought it home but wouldn’t admit it. No one who knew sign so they weren’t expected to talk.

Warmth and soaps and breath and humming and patterns and promises.

What there was was noise everywhere. If anything, every sensory thing seemed to have been cranked up to a thousand, with the perfume and food mixing to a nauseating degree, the textures being either too soft or too rough or not at all what you expected, the air tasting too stuffy and filtered. But the noise was the worst.

If it wasn’t the escort’s annoying and endless questions, it was the train itself, or the conversation of the peacekeepers and mentors, or the rattling plates or the ever growing thrum of magic being added to the train. Mostly it was distant, but it was increasingly obvious that there were dangerous other beings here as well.

They hunched further into the hoodie as they pulled at the doors. One of them had to be a room without anyone else. Or at least someone who wouldn’t try to talk to them.

The thrumming of power got louder and they grit their teeth and–

There was an odd…pull in this one.

Flickers of gold, a charming smile, curly blonde hair thrown back as a deep laugh echoed in their bones. “Don’t you trust me?”

They did, every part of them did, and a voice echoed those thoughts, “Of course.” and they were reaching for a bright, outstretched hand and—

They were walking down the train, towards that thrum of power, the embers of the memory starting to die, and they sped up trying to reach it.

“Did one of the creatures do this?” that comforting voice asked, hand tracing over their arm. It was warm, no hot, almost searing. But it took the pain away from the ugly wound that knitted itself back together so quickly.

A keypad’s screen flashed open and their hand was reaching for a door knob.

“Let me help. Please. I’ll keep you safe, don’t you want that?” His breath was hot against their ear.

The thrumming had drowned out everything else as the door opened. Their vision focused on one individual dressed in white and gold—

Gold surrounded every part of the temple, somedays, he even seemed to be made of gold himself with his blonde hair, pale skin, and gold eyes and horns and jewelery. Wrapped in the pristine white robes, and radiating power, he was the very image of divinity the others proclaimed him to be, as he gave orders.

The figure was taller, had the same gold horns and eyes, but her skin was brown and hair dark almost black. But in the next heartbeat, he was standing there instead, reaching out a hand and getting closer.

“Rowyn?”

“Rowyn!”

Pain.

There was so much pain.

The copper taste of blood choked them. They couldn’t see through the gold filling everything, suffocating heat seeping into their skin. Wet tears streaked their face and a voice was begging through unintelligible words and a sour smell turned their stomach as they gagged.

And there was so much pain.

They ran.

They ran until the noise was just another strand in the every present cacophony of noise. Still there, still more insistent than the others, but easier to drown out. They had to drown it out. They had to.

In a corner, they pressed themselves under the skirt of a table and covered their ears. Tears brought back the blood and the gold and the heat and the gold, gold gold, but they wouldn’t stop no matter how much they tried.

Warmth and soaps and breath and humming and patterns and promises. Warmth and soaps and breath and humming and patterns and promises. Warmth and soaps and breath and humming and patterns and promises.

Calla’s ruffles and the quilt and the sewing needle jamming them in the thumb. Dirt getting under nails. Oren’s stumbling hands through the signs and garden and logs. The press of fur. Failed attempts at cooking and that time Calla accidentally set the stove on fire. The silent mornings shared and Orens crush on the butcher.

“It doesn’t matter you know. If you remember or not, to us at least,” she signed between taking a swig of something they hadn’t bothered to ask about. “You’re our Silver now. We’ve claimed you!”

Slowly, their heart beat returned to normal, and the tears had stopped. Their body still refused to move from the spot though, still curled up in the same spot with their knees to their chest. That didn’t matter though. Someone would probably find them when needed.

Warmth and soaps and breath and humming and patterns and promises. That’s what mattered.

—-- -- --

Din

The stranger fled, and she made to move after them, but the door closed and locked between them. However it had opened before was lost to her now.

“What was that?”

“I…I apologize. I thought…never mind.”

“No talk to me.”

His uneasiness was an unusual and upsetting feeling to settle into her own body. Normally he was sure one of the two of them, even when his temper flared there was always a calm to him. Now it was almost as if he was afraid.

“Saf, you can’t be keeping secrets from me.”

People were watching what had just happened, but she made a show of ignoring them as she turned back to searching for her room.

“I apologize, again. Forgive me. That person just reminded me of someone from my time.”

“An ancestor?”

“Perhaps.” He offered nothing more though, and she could feel him starting to fade again.

Shaking her head, she pushed down the irritation before arms pulled her into a room and a tight hug. “Oh thank whatever is listening, My Lady. You’re unharmed right?” Blythe started checking her over. She was still wearing a Peacekeepers uniform, but had discarded the helmet, and had the blue hair she often preferred so Din could identify her.

“More or less. And you?”

She snorted and flopped onto the bed. “As if they could catch me. Still mad by the way. Ya shouldn’t have ordered that, I could have taken them.”

“It’s more important that you’re safe, Blythe.”

“Yeah, but the Games? What in the Abyss is that about?”

Sitting heavily beside her, she laid her head on her shoulder. The day’s exhaustion was beginning to hit her hard. “They seem to think it’ll ignite Her power within me.” She scoffed. “Or kill me.”

Blythe’s arm slipped around her and tightened. “That won’t happen.”

“That’s why we need some of sort of plan for all of this. It would be easier to escape before the Games. Perhaps you could take the place of one of the Peacekeepers that escort me? Or” she yawned.

“Or ya should sleep now and use that pretty head for later.”

“We need-”

“Ya need to recover your strength first. Can feel ya practically using me as a pillow now, come on.” She shrugged her off and gently laid her back. There wasn’t enough strength left to fight. “I’ll guard the door.”

“Wait,” she caught her arm, “stay.”

“No offence My Lady, but these floors don’t seem–”

“Not on the floor,” she slurred, eyes half closed. Still, she could make out the red heating her cheeks.

“I…shouldn’t.”

“No one around to know. Wouldn’t be the first time.”

For a moment, she feared that Blythe was going to protest again. Maybe she had already left. But then the bed dipped, and warm arms wrapped around her.

She smiled against her neck and drifted off, content and safe.

#WHG #whg 20 #writeblr hunger games #Silver #Din #heyyy look I did both in one #don't worry I also worry about Silver

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heardatmedschool · 2 years

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Is medical school hard? And do u have any recommendations or advice for future students wanting to be a doctor like myself?

It is hard. It’s exhausting. It feels like too much most of the time. I love it.

I have many thoughts about med school (the getting into part is so different between different countries that I won’t even touch that subject, sorry). Let me share some of them, they aren’t in order, and are probably a complete mess, but they are sincere. I hope this helps you.

You should only get in if you feel that medicine is something that you really want to do. Do you know how sometimes people will get into business because they need a degree, their grades are good and they don’t know what else to do to get good money? Yeah, if anyone is thinking about doing that with med school, don’t. If you are already in and you feel that you won’t be happy in healthcare, get out if you can, so you won’t harm yourself or others in the process.

Get ready for a huge ego check. Med students are used to being the top in their high schools, but in med school they just become average. You won’t be good at everything. You won’t like everything. You will actua have to study hard. It’s fine, you can do it. (And get ready to deal with people that NEED that ego check).

Be responsible, constant and take care of your timing. You are the only person who is responsible for your learning. Get to know yourself and how you can study better for things to stick. If it’s with friends, great. Practice makes progress, you won’t Be that good at anything at the beginning, but it’s your responsibility to be constant to get better. Grades aren’t everything, sometimes just passing a course is fine. Make a calendar with your deadlines, evaluations, the readings that you have to do. Pacing yourself is a hundred times better than cramming studies, you will thank yourself later.

There’s two main things that you can’t lose: the things that bring you joy, and your drive to help people. Keep your hobbies, talk to your loved ones. You aren’t doing anyone any favors by being miserable. Your mental health is NOT worth those extra GPA points. On the other hand, helping people is what brings you here, probably. Simple things like greeting, being polite, asking for permission, and doing harmless small talk can make a difference for a patient. They are already having a bad time, don’t make it worse.

Med school is interesting. You will probably find things that you love learning about. Embrace that nerdy side and enjoy. Do you want to do research of be an assistant? E-mail someone in the field, go. It’s scary, but it’s better to muster courage than latter regret that you couldn’t do what you wanted.

Try to look for online resourses. Sometimes there’s amazing hidden gems out there for studying. Also, using your school e-mail to acces databases (and get free acces to textbooks) is amazing.

#ask #ame speaks #medicine #university #med school #medblr #college #education #pinned

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iguessitsjustme · 1 year

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The Warp Effect Ep 9 Thoughts

Actually this gets long so under a cut:

-Alright back to live-blogging. I did also catch up on H5 and finish Individual Circumstances but I knew I wouldn’t have that much to say about those shows so I didn’t liveblog them. But I’m betting I won’t be able to shut up during The Warp Effect. Something about GMMTV shows activates the “never shutting up” part of my brain I guess. (To be fair, I do never shut up in my real life either)

-Does anyone else feel a sense of calm whenever you hear that “Raikantopini” at the beginning of shows? I’ve been watching BL for -holy shit - a few years now, and just hearing that just makes me thing “okay I’m home and I’m safe and all is good.” No? Just me?

-Oh we’re starting the preview with Biew. Ew. She can get lost. Hate her.

-I love the representation in this show. It’s so very queer.

-Every time I start this show I wonder how the hell it’s gonna end. How can they wrap this up?

-Don’t forget to get tested frequently if you sleep around a lot. And use protection. Just a friendly reminder.

-Oh Ew. Oh precious baby. Someone give him a hug. OH POOR NIM. Bew sucks. Army pounced on the opportunity to help raise that baby though and they aren’t even friends. Ffs Bew really fucked Nim over. I hope Bew never becomes a mother.

-This show has such beautiful messages wrapped up in the most bizarre packaging.

-This smoker is an asshole. Ice is gonna get his ass beat though.

-Have I ever mentioned how much I fucking love Mollie?

-I also love Jean.

-“Kim is carrying something heavier than you are.” Yeah I love Alex too.

-Okay okay Army and Nim would make weirdly great parents. And now I want a show of them raising that child.

-Oh this is not gonna end well with Army and Joe. Someone is gonna see them. Oh boy oh no. SIR YOU PUT THAT CAMERA AWAY BEFORE I SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS

-KISS. KISS. MOLLIE AND NIM KISS. DO IT. DO IT. KISS. YEEEEESSSSSSSSS.

-Lmao Nim solved her own damn issue. Alex didn’t do shit. Love that.

-I didn’t expect to get this emotional over Rose and Jedi. Look at those sweeties. Love them.

-Now just how tall is that boy? Tony was towering over those girls.

-Also I love Kat.

-If any other show tried to have half as many messages as The Warp Effect, those shows would fail. Miserably. But it’s working in this show. Because all of the messages have a similar theme and are all related to sex. And it’s working weirdly well. Who would have guessed? Not me that’s for sure.

-Ice and Alex ARE related. Look at Ice coming around to support his girlfriend. Honestly, he just needed some processing time and advice.

-Whyyyyy is this show so fucking good like what the shit is this?

-What in the fuck was that preview? I’d like a refund please. The next episode looks far too painful to exist. Nope I’m currently blocking it from my memory

#the warp effect #the warp effect the series #who allowed this show #no seriously who allowed this #why is it so good #it's like scoy but without the enormous cringe factor #chaos with heart #thats my sweet spot

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makos-hotbox · 1 year

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| brief req. summary :: can I request Ghost and König (separate) headcanons with a s/o (she/they) who has really bad anger issues? Like they will jump over a table just to hit someone? |

SMALL FONT VER.

/ — I’m so sorry that the original ask got deleted 😭😭 and honestly as a fellow anger issues haver; I loved writing this. I hope you enjoy! /

.! 𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔰 !.

— “ If you're 555, I'm 666! “

— “ What's it like to be a heretic? “

>GHOST<

Shortly after, he will probably ask you what kind of damage you did and idk maybe even give you a few tricks.

It's not out of the norm to see ghost pick you up out of nowhere and take you away to somewhere else. As long as you’re not fighting anyone. He doesn’t want you getting into trouble.

“Wait, he laid his hands on you?”

You nodded your head. Then without a word, Ghost opened the door of your truck and helped you in. “Wait here.” He closed the door and stomped over to Soap and Montoya.

>K��NIG<

Before your relationship with König, he was a bit scared of you. Seeing your outbursts and almost constant glare showed König that maybe it would be the best idea to not work you up.

“Don’t even get me fucking started.”

REQUESTS:: OPEN

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muzzleroars · 2 years

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I mean this sincerely, without insult- what keeps Cyrus from outright killing himself? You make it sound like he has no hope at all that he could be happy in this world, to the point where the most positive thing he can imagine for himself is a life of isolation. Does he think that he’ll be happy and at peace in his new world? It’s obvious that Cyrus is a driven person who wants to show everyone he’s capable. Does he just find the idea of suicide to be a shameful display of emotion and weakness?

man....i did it....again!!!!!

ok first things first – god i’m so sorry i made it sound that bleak in the last ask dfhdjfg cyrus to me is deeply interesting in how miserable he seems to be and i was definitely focusing heavily on the pained aspect of his character. i do hc that he suffers from depression and, as someone with depression myself, i wanted to do my best to describe that inner turmoil. i want to make it clear that my description was meant to be from his perspective, not the objective reality of his situation – depression often makes one feel as though they don’t have a place in the world, that there is nothing the future can offer them. additionally, i do think whatever trauma he went through is related to never being enough while also being constantly othered – this leads him to where he is now, believing that complete isolation, without the burden of emotion, is the only solution to his suffering. this is ultimately compounded by grief and that’s what pushes him over the edge into wanting to reset the entire world - and i think the text pretty plainly supports how much cyrus values solitude due to whatever has happened to him. his end goal after all is to achieve a world without bonds and without emotion, which would be a very desolate place even if other people and pokemon still exist within it (i likely should amend here that this would be more of a practical loneliness rather than truly being singular - his perfect vision may include others in it, but no one would be connected to one another). and so i’m not harping on these points to be cruel, it’s just what i see as a central theme and motivation of his character – the reason i analyzed his inner conflict so thoroughly is because i see it as the main driving force behind his incredibly intense and ambitious designs.

but his extreme solution, his idea that he can only exist in total isolation apart from anyone else, is one arrived at by someone in too much pain to actually think clearly. of course i don’t think this is what’s actually best for him and i don’t think he’d find any peace achieving his goal, which just makes his story all the more tragic. cyrus is deeply troubled and that internal strife colors how he sees the entire world: violence, cruelty, and anguish surround him because that’s all he’s able to focus on at this point, that is his reality even if it’s not an objective truth. he’s a desperate figure then because he believes his lived experience of so much suffering is that of everyone else too, people and pokemon. and that’s so bleak...yet he’s still trying to help in some way. what he’s doing is meant to solve that, to take away the agony he thinks the world is going through just as he is. so i do think there’s something of a spark of hope inside of him yet.

HOWEVER, being the kind of person i am, i very much love the idea of cyrus having a healing arc and being able to actually do what he needs to find some happiness. it’s one of the reasons why i loved the platinum arc in pokespe – cyrus realizes through watching the protagonists that forming bonds with others can lead to the complete spirit that he’s been trying to accomplish on his own. he sees that connections aren’t always a hindrance and that opens his heart enough to have him help the protagonists in the distortion world, as well make shaymin bloom in his arms. he ultimately leaves with his commanders so they won’t be left alone, and that’s the kind of ending i really love for cyrus. because he does have so much to offer not just in his intellect and ambition, but also in what i see as being a potentially very empathetic person based on his motivations. he’s just been through a lot of trauma and the connection he’s had to his own emotions has been difficult.

so i’ll say sorry again for making it seem like i thought he deserves a fate all alone!! i don’t at all and i don’t think it’s best for him whatsoever, nor do i believe that’s the only solution to his suffering. i’m actually very much in the opposite camp – i have something of a post-game au that’s all about him opening up to friendships with certain people and pokemon he can trust, as well as figuring out how to identify and connect with what he might be feeling. because while i do see cyrus’s situation in-game as tragic and difficult at best, i don’t think he’s at all a lost cause or that the only solution he has is to be in a world entirely alone. cyrus can make connections and there are people that value him as he is, so he’s not truly alone as he perceives himself to be...i just think he needs the support he never had in the past and to open himself up to accepting it.

#now like would that be EASY necessarily???#no bc cyrus is stubborn and also legitimately uncomfortable with his own emotions #but he has FRIENDS and they're gonna help him ok!!!!!#i'm sorry if i'm not clear in my explanations sometimes #i just sometimes have a lot of thoughts and they're hard for me to express #esp for my little scrunklies.....#i get all mixed up but boy do i love them.....#cake answers #suicide tw #self harm tw

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