#:( take whatever suffering shes having and give it to me pls

[isnot-here]

as much as I want to stay optimistic, I think this could actually be the end of life for my kitty and I am heartbroken at the thought honestly

[nereidprinc3ss]

hi!!! here for a request. can we have a imagine where reader has a wound from surgery or whatever on like in a rib and she hides to change the bandages but then spencer sees her and he’s like ‘lemme help you’ and…

you do you for the rest!

in which spencer helps BAU fem!reader change her bandages in the bathroom at work. it's intimate, and he's adorable and awkward, and it only fuels her terrible, terrible crush.

warnings/tags: fluff, talk/description of wound, brief talk of being stabbed (does not actually occur in this fic lol), reader wears a bra, spencer undoes said bra but not sexually, lots of suggestive humor and teasing, a TINY sprinkling of angst but not really, idiots in love

a/n: i'm picturing early seasons spencer and it is filling me with so much unbridled joy. I. LOVE. HIM. thank you for the request!! and lets not talk about how inconsistent my formatting for requests is pls and thanks!!

It’s not like you meant to bend down so quickly that your wound reopened—but here you are, suffering the consequences of your actions in the women’s bathroom at Quantico as you try to assess the injury before you re-bandage it. And your shoe is still untied. 

Unfortunately, the fact that you had quite literally been stabbed in the back last week makes it hard to reach said injury—especially when you’re at work and so can’t take off your shirt like you normally would. And all this struggling means it’s taking longer than it should, so now you’re focused on the wound and its scabby, wet edges and all the things it’s secreting rather than hurrying to give another statement of the entire event to Hotch since the first one had apparently been too sparse on the details. 

A knock sounds on the open door. Spencer calls your name. 

“You in there?”

The angle of your neck has your voice slightly strained as you call back, “yeah, what’s up? Is it Hotch?” you pause to hiss as you accidentally scratch at the wound with a nail. You don’t even want to know how much bacteria you just introduced to it. “Tell him I didn’t forget our meeting, I’ll be there in—”

“It’s not Hotch. I just wanted to make sure everything was okay with your back? I know you said you were going to check on it, but you’ve been in there a while.”

You sigh, dropping your sore arm as you continue to hold up your shirt with the other and regarding the reflection of your back in the mirror. 

“Actually—could you come in here?”

There’s a pause. 

“You want me to come into the women’s restroom?”

“Yes, Spencer. It’s fine. There’s nobody else in here. I just… I need some help, I think.”

The last part is admitted quietly, with an air of defeat. To admit to needing help, is, by your standards, the same as failure. Spencer knows this, which is probably the only reason he puts aside his hesitations and shuffles uncertainly into the tiled room. If you’re asking for help, it’s because you really need it. 

“What do you need help with?” he asks, sweeping his gaze suspiciously around the lavatory as if you were lying about there not being any other women present and this whole thing might be a trap of some sort. 

“It’s gross, and you can totally say no.”

He raises his brows expectantly, before spotting the weeping wound on your back. Unconsciously he steps closer, leaning forward. It’s not your fault, and the gore is not specific to you—anyone’s body would react this way to being stabbed. But you still feel embarrassed by the close attention to such an ugly marring, which nobody besides you and your doctors has actually seen up close.

“That doesn’t look good,” he mutters. The expression on his face is irritatingly familiar—the drawn brows, tightened eyes, barely parted lips—but it takes a moment before you realize what it is. 

“Reid,” you complain. He’s still stooped over slightly to examine the wound, and looks up at you through dark lashes with those infuriatingly warm puppydog eyes.

“What?”

“You’re looking at me the way you look at a dead body on the slab.”

His nose scrunches.

Some might say it scrunches adorably. 

“No, I’m not. That’s just my face.”

“Okay, well stop. It’s freaking me out.”

He pouts—actually pouts. Subtle, but bottom lip jutted out and all. It’s ridiculously endearing. 

“My face freaks you out?”

“Wh—no! That’s not what I said! You have—you have a great face! I didn’t mean—” 

You manage to claw yourself out of the hole you’re digging when you see the dopey smile growing on his face. 

Oh. He was fucking with you. 

He never used to do that. It’s unnerving to be the fucked with instead of the fucker for a change. Especially when it’s Spencer. 

“What did you need me for?” Spencer asks by way of peace offering. You close your eyes and sigh, attempting to collect your thoughts without his presence re-scrambling them.  

“Um—I just need you to put this bandage over it. I can’t reach without taking my shirt off.”

And now you’re forced to wonder if he’s thinking about you shirtless as much as you’re thinking about you shirtless.

“Yeah—don’t do that,” he says absentmindedly, stepping again closer to get a better look before turning to the nearest sink.

For some reason, this offends you. 

“Why not?”

Spencer pulls another face as he washes his hands—you love the constant flow of expressions he always seems so unconscious of. Even when they’re not pleasant and directed at you.  

“Are you asking me why shouldn’t you take your shirt off?” he clarifies. 

“I know why I shouldn’t take my shirt off, but I want to know why you think I shouldn’t take my shirt off.”

“Because we’re at work?” he observes astutely. You frown deeply at his completely logical reply. Spencer chuckles as he dries his hands and approaches once more, taking the square of gauze pre-lined with medical tape from your hand. “I mean, I can’t stop you. But it would be kind of a weird choice.”

“Oh, so me shirtless is weird?”

Cool fingers meet the comparatively hot skin of your back—where everything is still sensitive because the wound wreaked havoc on your nerves there. You flinch slightly. 

“Sorry,” he murmurs gently. Though his touch is so incredibly light it doesn’t really hurt—it hurts much less than when you’re tending to the wound, anyway. It’s almost soothing. After a moment he continues, a bit louder. “And that is not what I was saying. But I am completely comfortable asserting that it would be weird for you to be shirtless at work.”

The gentle touches contrast with his teasing words and serve to disorient you as you’re shaken back in to your usual dynamic. Which is markedly more sarcastic. 

“Well—”

Before you have to think of something to say, Spencer interrupts you. 

“Your, um—I think your… brassiere… is in the way.”

As soon as he says it you burst out laughing. It echoes through the room. 

“My brassiere? Are you actually 70 years old?”

His brows knit even tighter and his face gets very pink very quickly. He can’t meet your eyes over your shoulder. 

“That’s what it’s called.”

“Spencer, you may be the first person to use that word since 1952. Say bra.”

“I don’t want to,” he complains. Your laughter only grows as your head tips back. 

“Why? How is brassiere better than bra?”

“It’s—it’s too colloquial! I’m trying to be professional!”

“Call it a bra or I’m going to rub my dirty hands all over my back,” you threaten, adopting a poker face so he knows you mean business. His eyes widen immediately. 

“Oh my god! Bra! Do you want to introduce staph and meningitis and g—do not do that!”

“See? How hard was that?”

“I hate you,” he mumbles, face still flushed and adorable. “And you still have to take it off.”

“Excuse me?” you grin, pretending to be affronted because you know he didn’t mean it like that but it’s fun to pretend he did. Fun for you, of course. Not so much for him. He's utterly flustered by this point.

“Or at least undo it! It’s in the way.”

With a deeply bored sigh, you go to unclasp your bra—but as you go to do it your shirt drops down. You grimace, humor briefly forgotten as the fabric brushes the damaged skin. 

“I can’t—”

“Okay, just—I’ll do it,” Spencer says. “Just move your shirt again.”

So you do, watching his reflection as he works.

And you have not one joke to break the heavy silence with as you feel his knuckles gently pressing into the middle of your back, as he unclasps the bra with his characteristic tenderness and a surprising amount of agility. It’s quiet except for your pulse in your own ears as he carefully pushes it out of his way, holding it down with a hand to your rib cage and fingertips slipping just under the fabric of your shirt—unintentionally and certainly non-sexual, no doubt, but skimming under your heart in a way that still feels so intimate you’re realizing how touch-starved you are. 

“You do that often?” you find yourself asking, because you’re stupid, and you need to cool the tension before it chokes you, and you can’t help yourself even though you don’t actually want to know the answer. 

“I,” he begins, voice quiet as rustling paper, tongue darting over his lip and eyes narrowed. The sentence stalls as he focuses on placing the patch just so. “Do not think that is an appropriate workplace question.”

Something aches in the pit of your stomach. 

Something resembling jealousy. 

It was not the timid evasive linguistic maneuver of someone who is insecure about the thing they’re discussing. It was not the awkward fumbling no but I don’t want to tell you that which you were expecting from Spencer Reid. 

Nor is it an easy yes—an admission between friends. He doesn’t want to tell you. 

You swallow and try to act like yourself. 

“Yet here you are, in the woman’s restroom at our place of employment, undoing my bra. I think we’re past professionalism.”

“When you decontextualize it like that it sounds like something it’s not. This is professional, because I’m helping you with a wound you sustained on the job. I’m being a good colleague.”

Your lips twist into a smile he can’t see. 

“A great colleague would kiss it better.”

“It's almost like you want me to file a sexual harassment complaint with HR," he says through a little smirk as he smooths the bandage over. Before you can snip back, he steamrolls over his own teasing—you’ve both been speaking in almost reverent tones since he started but his voice loses the sarcastic edge from a second before and reverts back to concerned and sweet. “Does that feel okay?”

You rotate your shoulders best you can without letting go of your shirt or flashing the good doctor to check if it feels secure.  

“It’s good. And hey—if I were going to sexually harass you I would do a lot better than that. You think that’s my best material? That’s just the tip of the iceberg. I keep so many inappropriate comments to myself. You’d be shocked by some of the things I have almost said to you.”

He laughs, secures the band of your bra and begins fitting it to the clasp you’d had it on—and at that precise moment Emily walks in. 

“H—woah.”

“It’s—I’m—I was helping her!” Spencer panics, immediately removing his hands from you like his palms are burning and holding them up defensively. 

“Oh, you helped me alright,” you tease, pulling your shirt back into place. 

“Don’t say it like that!” And then, to Emily, “I was changing out her bandage!”

“Changing my bandage,” you emphasize, winking more than is advisable. 

“That’s—this is a hostile work environment! I feel unsafe!” Spencer almost yells, half laughs, as he scampers towards the door. “I’m going to HR!”

“Shut up! You love it!”

His laughter audibly travels farther away for several moments as he presumably goes back down the hallway to do his actual job. 

You have the stupidest grin on your face, but you wipe it off when you notice Emily staring. 

“What?”

“Nothing,” she says, shaking her head and looking away, moving toward a stall. “You’re just… you guys are funny.”

“What do you mean funny?” You demand, standing right outside her stall as she closes it. 

“Wh—I mean funny! Are you going to listen to me pee, you weirdo?”

You frown. 

She makes a good point. 

Unfortunately, giving Hotch a more detailed statement is just as bad as you’d thought it’d be. Despite how cheery you’ve tried to remain about the whole situation, despite the way you insisted that the wound was so shallow you didn’t need more than a few days off work, despite the jokes you make about forgetting it’s even there because it’s on your back—it’s hard not to remember exactly how the glass felt twisting under your skin, how you’d felt suddenly so hot and lightheaded and sick to your stomach and the way Morgan hollered because he didn’t know how deep it had gone after you crumpled quick from shock, when you’re asked to describe it all in excruciating detail. 

It only takes ten minutes, but they seem to drag on and on and by the time you’re leaving Hotch’s office you feel utterly drained. You hurry back to your desk, covertly wiping away moisture that you refuse to allow to become tears. Once seated, and having dodged sympathetic looks and avoided any do you want to talk about its, you allow yourself a few deep breaths with your eyes shut. 

When you open them, you realize there’s a fresh cup of your favorite tea on your desk, in the Snoopy mug the team is always fighting over. Now his little black nose is covered by a square of yellow paper. You’re already smiling as you peel away the sticky note and hold it closer. 

On it is an adorably odd smiley-face, and a note in familiar, messy looping scrawl. 

I would never report you to HR beautiful

That would be a stab in the back!

You snort loudly and clap a hand to your mouth—but you’ve already drawn the attention of almost everyone in the bullpen. 

When you turn to look at Spencer, he’s not looking back. Instead, his eyes are firmly trained on his computer screen. But he’s got his chin propped on his fist over the desk, and his knuckles are doing a poor job of concealing a giant self satisfied grin. He is the only person on the team who knows you well enough to make such a distasteful joke. And he also knows you well enough to know that it would make you feel so much better after your meeting with Hotch than all the well-meaning sincerity in the world ever could.

Funny. 

Maybe that is the right word for what you two are. 

[modanisgf]

Hey pookie! can i request megan x fem reader story where megan starts getting attracted to reader and questioning her sexuality, so she distances herself from her and things get awkward between them, and when confronted about it she ends up confessing?

(can u tell the delusions are getting into my head lol)

— GOOD LUCK, BABE! , MEGAN SKIENDIEL

“YOU’D HAVE STOP THE WORLD, JUST TO STOP THE FEELING.”

✎ SYNOPSIS — in which megan doesn’t understand her feelings for you, causing her to act on them stupidly.

✎ PAIRING(S) — katseye!megan x 7th member!reader

✎ WARNING(S) — megan and reader are stupid asf, kissing, pacing is weird pls dont crucify me. 😓😓, and not proof read..

KATSEYE MASTERLIST

it all started in the dance practice room one day where you felt like you were about to die. you were ranting to daniela about how you needed to hit the gym more, making the girl laugh at you.

“y/n you’re fine, i’m sure practice will come a bit easier to you soon.” daniela says, the encouraging words making you smile.

you stretched and thanked the girl, your stretch causing your shirt to rise up a little. you didn’t even notice, but the ginger girl on the other side of the room did. a little too much.

megan could feel her cheeks heat up at the sight of you, making her mumble curses under her breath. she had no idea why you made her feel so nervous, it had only started happening recently once the two of you got closer.

sure megan could recognize your beauty even in the dream academy days, but it never stood out to her as much as it did now. the way your smile never failed to brighten her day, the way your eyes shine whenever someone mentioned your interests, or even the way your eyebrows furrowed in anger whenever you messed up in a game were enough to make her feel attracted to you. wait— what was she even thinking? she doesn’t like girls, right?

lara was concerned about her ginger roommate as the girl seemed heavily lost in fault, “megan hello?” she says placing a hand on the girls shoulder.

“oh sorry.” megan says, finally being taken out of her thoughts.

“are you okay?” lara asks, to which megan nods.

"i just got distracted." megan says, giving lara a nervous smile. she knew lara wouldn't judge her for whatever she felt for you, but she still wanted to keep it under wraps for a bit.

"mmmhmm." lara says dragging out the word, making megan groan.

"i'm not telling you lara."

"you're so fake!"

—

the next instance was actually how lara figured out why megan had been acting so weirdly. it was in the evening and the katz were all eating dinner together around their kitchen. everyone seemed to be enjoying their time, while you were actually kind of upset, megan had been pretty much ignoring you all day.

you tried to talk to her but no matter what you did she would just slowly walk away, and talk to another one of your members. you knew it shouldn’t bother you this much, but you couldn’t help but feel jealous when you saw megan and lara together laughing. you wanted that to be you and megan together, just like it used to be.

little did you know, the two were actually deep in conversation about you. megan was ranting about how she felt around you recently, making lara laugh.

“so you like her?” lara asks, to which megan nods not thinking.

she only realized once the girl beside her gasped, making her backtrack on her words.

"i meant like! as a friend, or— i don't even know." megan sighs, giving up on trying to explain herself.

"she just makes me feel so nervous, and it's so confusing. i have no idea if i'm in love with her or she intimidates me." megan says, holding her head in hands out of stress. she moves quickly though to take a bite of her food, she was too focused on her conversation though missing the small mess she made.

"those are pretty different feelings girl." lara says, making megan glare at her.

"i'm actually gonna fight you." megan deadpans, making lara laugh again. (she found megan's suffering a little too funny.)

megan was too busy glaring at lara who was now on the floor dying to notice that you were now right next to her, the sound of your voice making her yelp.

"oh my god sorry megan." you apologize quickly, raising your hands up in front of you as if you were defending yourself.

"it's okay y/n." megan says, sighing in relief.

"can you look at me?" you say abrutly, confusing megan.

"um okay?" she replies, turning towards you.

you held up a napkin to her face, carefully wiping it making sure to not startle her.

"okay thank you." you say smiling, "it was bothering me sorry." you say sheepishly, somehow not noticing how red the girl in front of you was.

the close proximity between you two in that moment made megan feel like heart was going to stop with how fast it was beating. megan stared into your eyes for a moment letting herself admire you before she shook her head mentally, coming back to present time.

“it’s fine, thank you.” megan says, finally replying to you.

she gave you a small smile that melted your heart, you made an effort to return it before being cut off by megan herself. she moved away from you to put her dish in the washer, speaking up soon after.

“i think i’m gonna go to bed early, goodnight guys!” megan announces, waving to her members before heading down the hallway to her room.

all of your members waved back, calling out goodnight to her except you. you stood there dumbfounded, and once again you felt upset. did you do something wrong? why was she being so distant?

you needed an answer. you ran towards the hallway not even wasting a second to explain anything to your members, leaving confused expressions of all of their faces except lara.

“is everything okay?” sophia asks, getting shrugs from all of her members.

she turned to lara to see an unreadable expression on the girls face, it finally making sense once she spoke up.

“something is about to go down.” lara says simply, leaving a concerned expression on sophia’s face.

meanwhile you knocked on megan’s door, a bit too hard making the girl jump.

“i’m trying to sleep!” megan shouts, she was confused as to who was bothering her. she knew it couldn’t be lara she wouldn’t have knocked.

all of her confusion was wiped away once she heard your voice, her heart dropping to her ass.

“it’s me megan.” you respond.

“i-“

“can i please come in?”

megan sat up on her bed before speaking, “yeah.” she states, beginning to prepare herself to see your face again.

you open the door almost seconds after her response, the look on your face making megan’s heart break.

you looked so unbelievably upset, it looked like you hadn’t gotten much sleep lately either dark circles now lining your eyes that she failed to notice earlier. was this her fault? or who were you mad at? a thousand questions ran through her brain, before you interrupted her train of thought.

“megan.” you deadpan, your ominous tone made megan nervous looking everywhere but you.

“look at me please.” you say, looking at her softly now. you knew you couldn’t be angry with her for long, her pretty face always drew you in.

megan looked at you like you asked, the intimacy of the moment making her cheeks heat up again. it was a sweet moment until you spoke again, all of megans previous feelings disappearing almost instantly.

“why have you been ignoring me?” you ask, failing to mask the hurt look on your face from the ginger girl in front of you.

“what?” megan says, she didn’t know why she was acting dumb but it felt like an easier escape in her mind.

“why have you been ignoring me megan? i can’t ever talk to you without you walking away or making some dumb excuse.” you say firmly, you needed her to listen to your words and not just neglect them anymore.

“y/n i—“ megan starts, stopping herself for a moment.

she felt so nauseous, regardless of her getting confronted by her crush right now you were also so close to her. it seemed wrong to say in the time but you looked so pretty in that moment, the way your brows furrowed in frustration and how your hands were clutching her blanket tightly and— wait. megan scolded herself mentally, straightening her posture as she remembered you were waiting for an answer.

megan had no idea how to explain the truth though, how was she supposed to tell you the reason she avoided you was because she had a huge crush on you? a crush so bad that every time you got close to her, made any sweet gestures towards her, or even something as small as smiling at her she wanted to curl up in a ball and die out of happiness.

“megan, hellooo?” you say, shaking her gently.

“oh sorry.” megan mumbles quietly, just loud enough for you to hear.

“i just.” megan starts, looking down and then back at up at you. your eyes locked, making her even more anxious.

“y/n i really like you. like in a romantic way, and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same you know cause i wouldn’t wanna ruin our friendship! youhavetoseemeeverydaytooican’timagine—!” megan says so fast you can barely understand what she was saying.

“megan.” you say, a smile growing across your face.

you took her hand into yours, not missing the way her eyes lit up.

“i like you too, a lot actually.” you say sheepishly, looking away from megan in embarrassment.

“oh.” was all that megan could muster out, her voice wavering even after just trying to say one word.

you giggle at your crush or whatever you two were, her nervous state making you rub circles onto her thumb. there were a couple beats of silence before your thoughts got the best of you.

“can i kiss you?” you blurt, your hand instantly going to cover you mouth. you attempted to apologize, quickly being cut off by megan.

“yeah.” she stated simply, her eyes locked onto your lips.

you gave the girl a quick peck, before she pulled you in for more wrapping her arms around your waist. you put your arms around her neck, deepening the kiss. it went on for a bit longer, before you both pulled away for air.

you placed a hand on megan’s cheek, laughing at how stupid you two were. she tightened her grip on your waist, making you smile.

“i should’ve known, i saw you staring at me during practice you know?” you say, your laugh growing louder at the shocked expression on megan’s face.

“huh?!” she yelps, turning away from you in embarrassment.

“you aren’t as subtle as you think pretty girl.” you say, running your hands through megan’s hair.

“shut up…” megan mumbles.

“so… does this mean we’re girlfriends now?” megan asks, trying to smoothly change the topic giving you a bright smile.

“megan, we just sat here and kissed for five minutes?”

“is that a no?..”

“oh my god.”

[chvoswxtch]

I wrote all this in my notes app while I was watching the finale so this is basically me coming to you live from my couch while freaking the fuck out but if you know me you know chaotic rambling is what I do best

matt saying karen’s name when he woke up in the hospital was just like alex saying izzy’s name and that was all the confirmation I needed that whatever they had going on ended right then and there and it was never real to begin with

also how are you gonna leave your man that just got shot in the hospital?? notice how kirsten didn’t 👀

fisk not giving a single fuck that matt saved him and trying to kill him anyway is COLD

“a dead hero is better than a live vigilante” I see the season 3 writers are in the fucking building

also what is it with fisk and trying to poison people in hospitals?? sorry buck but you’ll never be westley that diva was one of a kind

frank showing up at matt’s apartment bitching about there not being any coffee is so special to me you don’t understand

“nightgown man” “blind boy” I don't think frank has ever called matt by his actual name it's always red or a bitchy insult and I love that for them

“aftershave and a haircut? that all for me?” / “yeah I did it for you” AND IM SUPPOSED TO BE NORMAL ABOUT THAT ???

“you’re not gonna do it with your ass out?” frank out here asking the real questions. I wish he would’ve. like charlie has no problem with nudity we couldn't get one quick ass shot as a treat for all our pain and suffering??

also frank looking at matt’s bare ass while saying that makes it even fucking funnier (alexa play that should be me)

I knew as soon as frank said he got a call it was karen and when she showed up I fucking SCREAMED MY BABY IS BACK

frank redecorating matt’s whole apartment with blood and brain matter was wild and his feral yelling throughout the whole sequence had my basement flooding if ya know what I mean

they might as well have jumped off that roof holding hands and GOD I missed their bickering I want a whole season just of that

karen literally pulled up like a disappointed mother that had to come pick up her two dumbass sons that got suspended for fighting I was dying laughing

GODDAMNIT JUST LET THEM FUCKING KISS ITS BEEN A DECADE I CANT HANDLE THE YEARNING MY HEART CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE FOR FUCKS SAKE

matt being a jealous bitch boy pls you had your shot

"you couldn't call me?" uh I don't know matthew, maybe bc there's three seasons of evidence of you not answering the fucking phone when karen calls??? you know who does answer the phone?? FRANK

also you literally heard both of their heartbeats you know they’re in love get a grip you have bigger problems right now and your ass needs to stay single until you get medicated

“avocados at law” just fucking shoot me in kneecap it would hurt less

THE FUCKING SKULL SHOWING UP IN THE DARKNESS?? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

frank ripping through the task force and calling them fucking clowns is so *chefs kiss* 5 stars, no notes, all the awards

they were literally like omg we’re your biggest fans and he was like bitch fuck you

“you think you know my pain? you think you know my loss?” y’all didn’t have to do that how much emotional trauma can you fit in one episode was it a fucking game

that whole scene with frank and the task force reminded me a lot of the scene with billy and rawlins from s1 of the punisher and when I tell you I need frank to take powell out in a way that would make fisk clutch his pearls i’m not exaggerating

speaking of, I think fisk popping gallo’s head takes the cake for his most brutal kill over the head decapitation from s1 with the car door like my jaw DROPPED (not bc of the scene itself, but bc they actually allowed that) like that was some terrifier shit and i’m here for it spectacular gimme 14 more of em right now

heather girl I wanted to like you but you can kiss my ass and kick rocks bye

kirsten baby i’m still rooting for you go get your man (pls for the love of god make him go to therapy first)

bb honey pls be careful you’re doing amazing

that whole scene of matt talking about losing his sight with karen and then his ending monologue oh my GOD we are so fucking back (but seriously stab me it would hurt less)

now i’m wondering does josie now know about matt??? like does she know he’s daredevil???? or did karen show up with him like this is my friend daredevil and josie was like yeah he helped fuck up my bar but I guess he can stay he’s gotta pay for his drinks though repairs ain’t cheap

matt telling karen he’s glad she’s back was speaking for all of us welcome home karen the kids missed you

i’m sorry but if you keep francis david castiglione alive knowing that man runs on black coffee and blood thirty vengeance you’re a fucking dipshit what did y’all think was gonna happen

“you know about me?” frank LAUGHING is so real bc you know who this man is and what he did and yet you think he wants to shake your hand and be friends?? anthony from jersey you dumb whore

“we need an army” BITCHHHHHHH LETS FUCKING GO BABY

it’s the defenders. i’m calling it. the defenders are getting back together and they’re gonna be main ones leading the fight against fisk

the shot of matt as daredevil through the door of josie’s fucking CINEMA

are we gonna talk about how daniel's suspenders look suspiciously familiar to muse's??? I really thought bastian was a red herring for muse, bc there was an ep where there was a shot of muse's eyes and then daniel's eyes (or vice versa, I can't remember) and then the recap for this episode included clips of muse...but then no muse at all, not even mentioned in passing. usually something isn't included in a recap unless it has relevance to that episode. also the whole muse storyline was too rushed and tied up too neatly, I think bastian may have been a copycat or maybe hired by vanessa but I don't think bastian was the real muse and daniel is clearly a fucking psycho

also I am still in denial about foggy hear me out what if they switched up the vanessa storyline from the comics and brett was the one put foggy into witpro after learning what he knew about the port (with the help of madani) and they all show up next season 🤔 let me be delusional and live my fantasy

I don’t know if frank will be in the next season since they’re doing that solo punisher thing, so i’m wondering if we’re getting a dex and matt team up next season?? the enemy of my enemy is my friend and all that jazz. bc one, dex basically told vanessa it’s always on sight when he sees fisk, and two, if foggy isn’t actually dead, then I feel like matt might be open to letting dex help take down fisk (very reluctantly, but desperate times)

I have so many thoughts and feelings but i’m just so fucking excited to see what they do next now that we have the right team handling this next season but also I have no idea what the fuck to do with myself now

also nick fury, honey, it’s time to come home. another bald man in a sleek suit is trying to take over new york. pls come back to earth and help matt assemble some new besties thx

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

Is “willingly unloved” canon to the roomates au?

yes, unless it is excplicitly stated all comics/ drawings under the hashtag r canon!

it was also a bit of a character study of ethan, i wanted to draw what i think he would act like after going through something as traumatizing as re8 and re7. a lot of the times ethan getting horribly hurt (arms/legs cut off) is either passed off as a joke of "haha he lost another arm" or passed off as him being a idiot being stupid. i wanted to explore how those things would affect him and how all his past relationships did as well. both mia and chris, two people he cared for and trusted broke his trust, mia on two different occasions. (pls dont turn this into a anti mia post lol, its just straight canon im just acknowledging what she literally did. what she did affects the people in her life, and this post is about ethan. it doesnt nesscarily matter what her intentions were since the execution was still horrible so pls dont get upset at me)

in re7 he suffers the consequences of someones lie, and it repeats in re8. i feel like he would be far more reserved after re8. he cant trust anyone and he now lives with the knowledge that he and his daughter r bioweapons and there organizations out there to get him. in this AU chris is helping by trying to return ethan to a normal life but after re8 ethan would not trust chris imo. not in a way where he thinks chris will turn him into the BSAA or whatever but more like hes worried that chris is possibly hiding something important or planning something he doesnt know.

he would have major trust issues and probably would have huge difficulty with opening himself up to another connection, especially since leon is friends with chris. ethan would probably be wary due to association.

after re8 he is left with nothing. his wife lied to him again, and the man who was suppose to protect him did a horrible job at it LOL. he has rosemary and thats it. and at any moment someone could take her for being a bioweapon. he would live a life of paranoia and stress trying to give rosemary and normal life while trying to keep her safe at the same time. i feel like getting divorced with mia would be the best option for ethan. as much as they loved each other it wasnt healthy. mia wanted to forget and move on while ethan knew nothing and wanted to understand more. its unfortunate i know. in re8 ethan has a book about weapons and says, "its not paranoia if theyre really out to get you."

its honestly so tragic 😭

in a more realistic way to canon, ethan was doomed to die in that village. a life after it all, after surviving re8 would be horrible. the BSAA is corrupt so hes stuck with chris trying to hide and live a normal life. theres no where for him to go.

BUUTTTTTT... in a cutesy AU where leon and ethan r roomates he gets to heal so yayy. ethan would definetly be very hesitant to open up to leon and would probably not trust him for a long time

for now its just him and rose

[abbyslev]

NOT A WORD- TOJI FUSHIGURO

a/n: i have nothing to say for myself. ovulation is serious, ladies.

WARNINGS: gunplay, dom! reader, sub! Toji (insane i know i’m sorry) slapping, P IN V GUYS NO PROTECTION, rough talk, basically all dirty nasty smut pls enjoy.

“here you go.” toji walked past you, sliding your pistol back into your hand. “thanks.” you lit your cigarette, looking down at the wet concrete.

“i just washed these.” you huff out the smoke, looking down at your bloody shorts and shoes. “tough shit. once you get good, you stay clean.” toji smirked, checking you out. “i’m sure, is that why you got the final kill? okay, understood.” you snapped at him. “she’s a brat.” he whistled to himself.

the black car pulled up, shiu coming out, lighting a cigarette. “how’d it go?” shiu opened the door for you, taking your hand as he helped you in the car. “three kills within 10 minutes, can’t say the same about your boy back there.” you laughed as shiu put your seatbelt on. you always told him it was okay, but he insisted on kissing the ground you walked on. you hooked up with him once after a dinner party and ever since he’s been hooked.

“give it a rest, brat.” toji huffed from the backseat. “whatever.” you shake your head, taking the cigarette from shiu’s mouth, taking a hit before returning it to him. “is your couch free?” toji called from the backseat. “nope. gotta lady friend coming tonight.” he giggled to himself. “lady friend. such a gentleman.” you scoffed, looking outside the window. “fuck. i’ll have to call that crazy bitch from a while ago.” toji sighed.

as much as toji got on your nerves, you understood his situation. “you can come stay with me tonight.” you took a hit of your cigarette, closing your eyes. “why would i wanna stay with a brat?” toji smirked. “fine then, fuck off.” your eyes widened. “just playing around, brat. if it’s really not a bother i’d appreciate the help.” he sighed, leaning back in the seat.

“i’ll call you about an assignment soon.” shiu slid you a folder as he came to a stop in front of your house. he got out of the car, opening your door. “thank you.” you run your hands through his hair, kissing his cheek. “gross.” toji got out of the car.

“the couch is pretty comfy. its a pullout.” you mumble as you stuck your key in the door, pushing it with your arm. “there’s only one bathroom so make it quick.” you turn on your lights, kicking your bloody shoes off.

you yawn, taking off your sweater. you were left in a crop top tank. toji couldn’t help but stare at you, no wonder shiu folded immediately. “want a beer?” you ask, opening the fridge. “sure.” he nods his head. you toss him one, opening one for yourself. you jump on the counter, looking down at your legs.

“you don’t mind if i use your shower?” toji leaned against the doorframe. “no. i’ve got some clothes you can use, my brother left some here not that long ago. the towels are under the sink.” you yawn.

you had a mouth on you but god was toji intrigued. he had been working with you for years now, and you were there before him. you and shiu had been school friends and just kept in touch after. toji was impressed that you somehow had never had a boyfriend or any interest in any. toji was such a whore he was sure he’d able to pull you by now.

“brat.” he said, looking at you. “what?” you huff, tilting your head. “you and shiu…” he trailed off, not sure how to ask. “no. we aren’t together. he’s such a man whore i couldn’t ever trust him. it was a one time thing and i wouldn’t do it again.” you reach in your back pocket, sticking the cigarette in your mouth, lighting it.

“so how come you don’t have a boyfriend?” he inched closer, watching your inhale the smoke. “i choose not to. i work in a dangerous field, why make anyone suffer when i die? and they’re distractions. they make you waste all your time.” you shake your head, giggling.

“would you let me take you on a date?” “oh please, you wouldn’t touch me with a ten foot pole.” “i said you were a brat, never said you weren’t hot.” “see,-” you laughed, ashing your cigarette in a nearby ashtray. “that’s the problem with you men. you say ‘hot’ and ‘sexy’ but you can’t ever compliment-”

you were cut off by tojis hand around your jaw, bringing your lips to his. he kissed you with such roughness, you could feel your lips start to bruise. you kiss him back, hands on his chest.

“less talking brat.” he grabs you by your waist, carrying you down to the couch. he sits you on top of him, hands going down to your breast. one of your biggest insecurities. sure, they were full and pretty, but they were small. for toji, it drove him insane. he thought they were perfectly made for his hands. he put his hands under your shirt, leaving you whimpering for more.

his hands were huge. blood flowed through his veins, ears growing red with frustration. “you’re not in charge.” you pulled away, fixing your position. you sat straight up, crotch straight on his cock. your hands grabbed his wrists, moving them up and down as he continued to play with your nipples. “you do as i say, hm?” your lips lingered over his lips, nose bumping his slightly.

“who said i was listening to you, brat?” “me.” you say, grinding hard against his leaking cock. you take a hand off his wrist, slapping him across the face. “you’re gonna listen to every fucking word i say.” you grab his face, sticking a finger in his mouth. “you’re going to do as i say, when i say. and if you don’t, i’ll fuck you and i won’t let you cum. how sad.” you drag your finger out of his mouth, pulling on his shirt.

toji had never been with a dominant woman before. he’s usually the one bossing people around. this was new, and he was living for every second of it. toji pushed himself off the couch, taking his shirt off, leaning back as you did the same. toji admired your sternum tattoo, eyeing you up and down like eye candy.

“you’re so goddamn pathetic, fushiguro.” you kiss him, raising yourself on your knees. “take them off.” you watch as he unbuttons your shorts, sliding them off slowly. “you’re so fucking wet already.” “and you’re creaming your pants just me talking to you like this.” you snap back, helping him take off your shorts. you stand up, turning around. toji leaned back again, admiring your back tattoo. when the fuck did you get all of these?

you bend over, sliding your panties off. they were coated in your slick. “take your pants off.” you turn back around, panties in your hand. toji pushed himself up, taking them off along with his boxers.

his cock slapped his stomach, precum leaking like crazy. you straddled him again, taking his pulsing in your hand. you leaned your face against his, eyes watching his. he squeezed them open and shut, not knowing what to do. “s’okay baby. just let me take care of you.” you whispered. toji kissed you, breathing heavily. you smeared the precum all over his slit, pushing on the head slightly. “fuck.” he coiled forward, body shaking.

you ran your hand up and down, making his tip touch your clit. “this feel good?” you kiss the side of his cheek. he didn’t reply. you pulled the back of his hair, slapping him again. “speak up. for someone who talks a lot, you sure are quiet right now.” you make him look at you. you slowly put him inside of you. he huffed, chest heaving up and down. “please.” he begged.

no one would’ve have ever thought that toji fushiguro would be begging a woman to be fucked. but here you are, making it reality. you just felt too good to resist.

“would you look at that?” you giggle, completely inserting him inside of you. “oh fuck.” you breathed out, overestimating yourself. he was big but you didn’t think he was this big. “what? s’to much?” toji managed to muffle. “maybe.” you laugh, pushing yourself up, creating a smooth rhythm. toji leaned his head back, loud gruffs leaving his mouth. “look at you, so fucking weak. if i knew this was the way to make you shut up, i would’ve done this years ago.” you run your nails down his chest, bouncing faster.

“look at you. all it took was a kiss. would you allow shiu to know that’s all it takes? to be such a whore for my cock? you’re practically drooling at the sight.” he looks up at you. you reach behind him, pressing the cold metal to his chin. he smiled at you, keeping eye contact.

“keep going. keep going and i’ll blow your brains out right here. i’m not afraid of you.” you click the safety off, fucking him faster. “you’re so fucking crazy. you wonder why men run the other way, you’re a crazy bitch.” toji felt himself twitch inside your warm cunt. “not you. you don’t think i notice the way you stare? the way you sneak looks when i’m changing? your boners after i shred someone apart? the jealousy in your eyes when i practically fuck shiu in front of you?” you press your gun harder against his skin.

“you’re such a whore.” he can feel your legs tightening around him. “i would say the same about you.” you mutter. “you’re gonna cum for me. i want you to cum so fucking hard.” you drop your gun on the couch, running your hands through his hair, kissing him. your legs gave out, falling on toji. he help your hips up, fucking you through his orgasm. “keep going, you’re such a good boy.” you kiss him, forehead against his. you both fall against the couch, eyes closing.

“i’m so telling shiu.” “not a word.”

[itsabouttimex2]

hey 👋 could you please do more of platonic yandere hawks x teenage bartender reader pls ? :)) I love your work

(Aw, thank you! I’ll go back and tag this series as “Teenage Bartender” since I’ve got a few fics for it now)

Patronage

Out of all the people you’ve ever served, Mr. Takami is definitely your favorite patron. The League of Villains ranges from outright bad to somewhat decent when it comes to personality, each causing you trouble in their own way.

Mr. Bubaigawara is also pretty alright, but you have to cut him off after a while so he doesn’t drink himself to sickness. He’ll switch from thanking you for looking out for him to criticizing you for being a “mood-killer” in the same breath. You like to believe that the kinder half of him is the “real” one. It always feels more sincere, in your opinion. You try to see the good in everyone around you, after all. No matter how hard it may be, or how dangerous or depraved the individual is.

Maybe you’re an optimist, Keigo Takami thinks to himself, nursing a non-alcoholic strawberry spritzer. Or maybe you’re simply too naive to see the dangers of the killers and criminals around you. Maybe it’s a case of feeling obligated to love the unloved, to accept the spurned, to try and save those dedicated to hurling themselves headfirst towards irredeemability. Maybe you sympathize with them, with what they’ve been through in their tumultuous and checkered lives.

No matter what the reason is, what really matters is that you, in spite of whatever horrid circumstances have landed you in the middle of these villains, playing caretaker and maid and nanny to drunk, belligerent murderers…

You’re still kind.

That’s why Keigo truly believes that you, more than anyone else here, can be redeemed.

Not only because of the way you treat him, but also the way you treat your “coworkers”.

When Toga gets immediately drunk off of whatever cutesy cocktail she begged you to whip up, you help her get to a couch and make her lay down, leaving a bin by her side. When Shigaraki is having another one of his tantrums, you line up all the broken glasses and worn down equipment you have onto the countertop so he has something to focus his aggression on. You listen close to all of Spinner’s rants about Stain, even if you don’t understand a word he’s saying.

You see something in them, clearly. Keigo isn’t quite sure what it is exactly, but he’d love to know. Do you care about them? Do you think they could redeem themselves? Do you think you can off-put their suffering and bloodthirstiness by being kind? Do you consider them to be family? Do you consider him family?

You’ve been around him long enough to see him as a friend, surely. You treat the winged double-crosser with the same forthcoming kindness that everyone receives when they sit at your counter, ensuring that he’s happy, hydrated, warm, and not-

“-hurt? Mr. Takami, did you get hurt?”

“Sorry, kiddo. Didn’t quite catch that one. Run it by me again?”

“That mission ran a little long, didn’t it? Usually you’re back a lot sooner, so I wanted to make sure that you were alright, Mr. Takami. You’re not hurt, are you?”

Keigo is a well-guarded man. He doesn’t give away too much and he’s good at hiding his feelings and thoughts. Still, he can’t keep himself from smiling right now. With a gloved hand, he reaches out to ruffle your hair.

“Just fine, kiddo. Things got a little troublesome- when don’t things get troublesome, huh? But i got the job done no problem, like always.”

You try to meet his smile evenly, taking his drained glass and giving him a fresh drink in turn. There’s a moment of strange silence, something’s there’s never been between the two of you.

“I’m really glad,” you quietly admit to him, breaking the lull. “I think you’re… you’re the only one who talks to me the way you do. I don’t…”

He leans forward, propping his elbows on the table and resting his chin on his twined fingers. “Talk to me, pint-size. You’ve got my ear. I’ve got some time to kill.” He adds the last line just to make sure that you know he won’t mind if this takes a while. Even if he didn’t have the time… he would make it, for you.

“I really, really do like everyone! Really, I do! But it just feels… it all feels so endless, Mr. Takami. If someone isn’t mad at me, they’re puking on the floor. If they aren’t puking, they’re crying in the corner. If they aren’t crying, they’re picking fights. If they’re not fighting, they’re breaking things. If they aren’t breaking things, they’re mad at me for something. It just goes on and on, and I- I just-“

You pause, your breath hitching inwards sharply as you bury your face into your hands. You put your palms flat on the countertop, staring at your weary reflection on the polished surface.

“I’m so tired, Mr. Takami. And I feel like I’m never gonna get to take a break.”

“Okay, come over here,” Keigo guides, leading you around the counter by your hand and towards where he remembers seeing you head each night. Your personal room, he assumes. “The bar,” you try to argue as he pulls you along, “needs me at the counter. What if someone comes by for a drink?” Your words fall on deaf ears, it seems. “Most of the league is made of grown men, kid. Trust me, they can stomach a few hours without alcohol.”

He opens the door, giving himself the first view of your room he’s ever seen.

Knowing that you can’t see the face he’s making, the undercover hero allows himself to frown at the sight.

This isn’t a bedroom. This is a storage closet with a small bed and a nightstand. It’s barely four feet wide, and just about six feet long. The sort of room you’d put spare brooms and mops in, where you’d hide away a half-used gallon of drain cleaner or spare dish soap bottles you had gotten on sale. A place too claustrophobic and enclosed for anything except supplies.

But instead, this room had been given to you, a literal teenager who was giving their all to support the League in spite of getting nothing out of it.

For just a moment, his blood boils.

The League can pretend to be good. They can pretend to be heroes and freedom fighters. They can pretend that they’re fighting for a fair and just society. They can pretend that they aren’t monsters and murderers.

But this is how they treat their own. He’s always known this. The League of Villains prioritizes powerful, dangerous individuals above all else, prioritizes those who can spread chaos and mayhem in the name of their destructive goal. And you don’t fit into that powerhouse category, so you get shuffled away, tucked out of sight when they don’t have you serving them or playing babysitter to grown drunkards.

Keigo thinks he understands it, at least. But the truth is that some of the League do care for you. Twice, Spinner, Magne, Toga, Mr. Compress… all of them do care about you, as a friend or as family. And in turn, you care for them.

But he doesn’t think of that. As he helps you into the cramped bed, he thinks of “saving” you, and getting you out of here. Of bringing you home and keeping you safe from the harms and horrors of the world around you.

And there will soon come a day that you tumble out of the villain’s claws and into a hero’s talons.

[speedygoreman]

Fucking’ looooove the superhero au so much. Look at those funky little guys go,,, I’m so interested in Flora’s powers what did our girlie get? Also is Aurora anywhere? You mentioned Targent isn’t using Azran stuff for world domination so I’m curious if/how you’re fitting her in. Also Hershel,,, HERSHEL! Going from ( • | • ) to ( o | o ) is such a good design choice for a more messed up gentleman. Also get found familied idiot you may be stubborn about this being evil thing but can that stand up to one (1) good hearted “superhero” ten year old?

Also Luke’s costume,,, he’s just a little guy huh,,,

Okay. More PL superhero au worldbuilding

For Flora I was thinking some sort of healing / numbing power because of a very stupid pun I had in mind. An. An apple a day keeps the doctor away. Get it..? Get it?

But I'm sticking with it because both her parents were deathly ill at one point and I can't resist the opportunity for inducing more suffering. I think she probably takes on whatever damage she heals so I can see her wanting to heal her parents and them absolutely refusing. And it just makes her feel more powerless.

Flora's power would only work on humans though. And It covers emotional pain too because why not.

So I had a long and hard think about how the azran would work in this universe (and rambling to thyme about it sure helped) but I think I'm gonna settle for this:

The 'gifts' people in this au have are passed on by blood and the cause is being of closer azran descent. And only a rare few people have them because of that.

The reason Bronev got so into the Azran in the first place is because he has a gift himself and he tried to research the source.

I think the Azran themselves way back when had WAY stronger powers, but they had WAYYY stronger drawbacks. The golems were their successful attempt at creating a vessel that could harness those powers without the drawbacks. The golems couldn’t feel pain, after all. They proceeded to use them to go wild on the earth.

Buuuut giving your sentient robot slaves incredible power can uhhh. Very much backfire. So the azran were wiped out the same way they are normally.

Now targent wants Aurora so they can use her as a vessel and attempt to recreate what the azran did without any drawbacks + become basically unstoppable.

Basically the plot of the Last specter, Eternal diva and Miracle mask all happened without Hershel there and now targent has Aurora in their airship. But guess who is also in said airship?

Clark 'animal king' Triton himself. He figured out what Targent was doing a while ago and snuck on board. Clark breaks out Aurora and she falls off the same way it happens in the game (but not above Kodh, no no). Bronev is absolutely seething and needs to make an example out of this so Clark gets publicly executed (and it rocks. Well okay maybe not the best way to explain it but it rocks for ME.)

Clarks execution is like

You guys know that part in Narnia where they kill aslan and are relentlessly mean about it? That.

Beard and/or hair pulling can and will happen if it's up to me. Just to humiliate him a little before they punch his ticket

So Aurora falls. But she does not fall for long. And she lands at a... cottage? A weirdly high up cottage. There isn't supposed to be ground here yet... is this the top of a tower? A concerned girl runs up to check on her, and tries to numb her pain, but... she doesn't have any. Not in the same way humans do, anyway.

Flora is very confused at the girl who fell out of the sky without the slightest bit of pain in her, but she's used to living with non-humans by now. So she simply decides to show Aurora around the place, now that she has a new friend. St mystere is so closed off that it makes for a very good hiding place.

(Hershel & Luke meet them later on but I don't know how yet)

[daenysthedreamer101]

TVD - Season 4 Ep 12

"A View to a Kill"

Do I even have to say it? Elena and Jeremy killing Kol was the stupidest, most nonsensical thing I've seen on this show so far and that's saying a lot. There is no way in hell that Kol, an Original, was killed by Jeremy, a 16-year-old human (I know he's a hunter but still), and Elena, a baby vampire who's been a vampire for a couple of months at most. Kol is over a 1000 years old!

How? Like....Ughhhh! He didn't even want to kill Jeremy, just cut his arms off (ok not saying that's good but he said "I'll heal you with my blood" so...). He easily could've killed Elena, but he didn't. When he stabbed her, he stabbed her in the stomach, not the heart.

Also, it just felt OOC for Elena to be so willing to kill someone. Like "Oh yeah let's just kill him and by killing Kol we'll kill thousands of other vampires" ...Wasn't Elena supposed to be this really compassionate person because I don't see her anywhere. 😒😒😒

.....NO! THIS SHOULD NOT BE POSSIBLE! There's no way Elena was able to hold Kol for that long. Also, very convenient for her that she saw that Kol had the white oak stake with him cause his jacket was open (smells like plot convenience to me hmm...). And ofc they put vervain in the water system the day Elena decided to kill Kol...🙄🙄🙄

DAMN IT, I LIKED HIM! I know they bring him and Finn back for TO but that's irrelevant rn. Ever since they introduced him back in s3 they just kept on nerfing tf out of him. He's an Original damn it, he is more powerful than all of them. It shouldn't be possible for Damon to snap his neck and it should definitely not be possible for a human teenager and a baby vampire to kill him!

What tf was the point of making the Originals so powerful when a baby vampire and a human were able to kill one? Like who wrote this nonsense? 💀💀💀

Klaus and the others better take some revenge! Like, there need to be some repercussions for this!!! We saw Bekah cry when Stefan told her but like, that's not enough? I need revenge!

Also, Bonnie is kind of annoying me? Ever since that stupid professor showed her expression or whatever it's called she's been on my nerves idk. Literally, everyone rn on this show is annoying me lol 😭

Why didn't Kol compel Elena to stay put when he stabbed her? Like, don't tell me she was on vervain? There's no way she drank the water or did she? Or he ofc just didn't think of it.

Klaus's reaction to seeing Kol's body on fire and the way Elena flinched when he yelled "He was supposed to suffer on MY TERMS! "...yeah someone pls give my man Joseph an Oscar cause that was acting! Klaus better keep his promise and burn their stupid house down!

Where is Elijah? PLS COME BACK WE NEED YOU SO BAD! 😭😭

RIP MY BABY I'LL MISS YOU! YOU WERE SO CUTE AND SASSY AND CHAOTIC I LOVED YOU! 😟😟💔 (also how do we feel about the bangs lol)

[lily-alphonse]

for the rare pairs, did you ever get one with marlon and rasmodius? i haven’t been able to stop thinking about them together 👀

Old man yaoi is such a crowd favorite fr lmao

Ok you guys aren't ready for where I'm going to take this (except Human) because I had an idea for vampire!Abigail that involves Marlon and Rasmodius getting together. Cuz you know, like, 2 dads or whatever. (Technically 3 but Pierre? Ugh. He’s wimpy comic relief in this only)

For the purposes of this fic, Abigail is the wizard's daughter and only him and Caroline know.

Anyways I'm trying to do A LOT with this one so maybe I just do bullet points this time to give you the idea

There's no farmer, instead Marlon takes Abbie under his wing as a young adventurer

Rasmodius (because he watches everyone, like a creep) sees this and is like UGH not that THAT GUY, because Marlon is essentially his annoying coworker. Marlon tries to be buddy buddy with him and Ras is not about it. Like bro do your job protecting the valley and shut up pls.

Abbie stumbles on something she shouldn't in the mines, accidentally unleashing an ancient evil vampire and getting bit. It's very important to me that she turns into a bat. It happens automatically when the sun touches her skin, as a defense mechanism. She can survive in the sun as a bat.

So shit hits the fan obviously. Caroline goes to the wizard's tower screaming and freaking out because her daughter is missing and she is certain he has something to do with it (she hadn't known about Marlon) and Rasmodius pieces together it probably has something to do with the ANCIENT EVIL now on the loose. He assures her he is going to take care of it and has no choice but to team up with (ugh) Marlon.

Marlon doesn't know about Abbie. Ras is keeping all his secrets close and being careful about which info he gives to who. They go on an adventure of bonding. Important features of which are homoerotic wound dressing, and Marlon getting serious with Ras about his past and stuff. So he sees another side to him and starts to gain respect for the man.

A lot happens next that I don't have worked out yet sue me its just a concept rn. I have a few different ideas for how Abbie's side of things can go. She could potentially get out of the mines and turn into a bat which leads to her flying to the tower bc who else would believe her? Or she could be trapped in the mines with the original vampire and be like his spawn under his control or something.

Either way, we end up at a moment of truth where Marlon realizes Abbie has turned and feels like they need to kill her or otherwise trap her for eternity or something. And Ras is like tf no Im not condemning my daughter to that and Abbie and Marlon both are just [shocked pikachu face]

BATTLE OF THE DADS. DAD DUEL. FATHER FIGHT where they are physically fighting but also arguing about who knows best for her since the wizard has literally never spoken to her in her life but is also the one trying to save her, while Marlon actually did become a strong father figure for her but wants to kill her (only to end her suffering ofc)

Imagine they are fighting and Abbie just calls over them like "Not really suffering a whole lot, to be honest!" because this is a dark comedy as well as a romance.

Ras wounds Marlon badly enough (owie, it hurt his heart to do though, what is this, FEELINGS?) that he is subdued. Abbie and Ras take on the ancient vampire and nearly DIE but Marlon comes back and saves the DAAAY

He has the opportunity to also kill Abbie and doesn't, he's come around to compromise his morals for the sake of the ones he loves

Potentially even more homoerotic wound dressing and then they KISS with their old scruffy man beards and Abbie pretends to vom

The End

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Dark Desire - Modern AU! | Chapter 8

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Paring: Aemond Targaryen x Niece!Reader

Summary: Aemond doesn't know how he feels every time he sees you. Neither do you when you look at him. Your father Aegon has always been absent from your upbringing ever since he divorced your mother. That role has been filled by Aemond until last summer, when everything changed.

Tags: Alternate Universe – Modern/ Setting Emotional Hurt/ Comfort/ Drama & Romance/ Eventual Smut.

Warnings: This fic includes manipulation, violence, death, and inc3st, at some points. Reader has purple eyes and her mother is from Dayne House, the rest is complete free :D

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The following week passed without any further shock in the office. Aemond had ordered a desk slightly smaller than Alys's to be placed next to hers. They sent you for coffee and water. You had lunch alone and left at your own time, bored all day with tedious little tasks that no one else wanted to do, like crossing the street to buy the newspaper. Although Elia was happier than ever now that she didn't have to. At best, Aemond ignored you, when you didn't get the temperature of the coffee wrong. On one more occasion, Cregan invited you to dinner. The next day, a bouquet of roses was brought to your office and you smiled when you read the card. You didn't see it, but Aemond's face had darkened as he watched you pick those flowers. He intended to destroy Cregan. You were only his.

"Alys, before you go" Aemond spoke to her without looking at her, after he had been ordering an endless list of tasks. He saw him turn to look out the huge picture window of her office. Alys knew him better than anyone. She knew he was screwed that Cregan had dared to send flowers to the office right under his nose. “I want you to take out various forms, whatever they are, and give them to (Y/N). Tell her I want them on my desk tomorrow” he ordered authoritatively.

"Aemond, (Y/N) would need to have a degree to know how to fill in any of the forms we have..." She try to explain, as if she knew what all that order to send you things you didn't know how to do was about.

"Better then" he said without looking at her again, with his only eye closed, while he basked in the sun coming through the window, who had believed that stupid northerner? He continued to ruminate silently when Alys spoke again…

"Know? She's cute when she's jealous, but you… you're an asshole” Alys told him ready to leave and then Aemond turned to look at her again. His eye looked like it was going to pop out of his socket, like he didn't believe what Alys just called him.

"What are you implying?" he said, leaning back in his chair, inviting her to speak, but this time, his secretary didn't keep quiet.

"You know very well what I'm hinting at, and what's happening to you" Alys replied in a cold and distant tone. She had already lived a story in a similar way. She had suffered it in a much more painful way. "You try to distance yourself, but when you see her receive a bouquet of flowers from another guy, you get like that... Aemond, you just want to fuck her because it could be someone else's and not yours... you're jealous..." She explained as if that wasn't with her, because it really didn't go with her, but it made her shudder and worry. She saw Aemond's face darken further and saw him frown, not daring to look at her. "You only love her because she can't be yours, because now she belongs to someone else"

“You take out the 505 form and give it to them. Tomorrow I want it on my desk” he repeated again. He didn't want to argue with Alys. She was his confidant, not his enemy, but he…he couldn't stand it when she told the truth to his face. And Alys was only correct in her assumptions. He hated himself for feeling this way, but he couldn't let you go so easily with a man who wasn't him.

"Where do you think you are going?" Aemond asked as he watched you pick up your bag and get up from the small table that had been set for you next to Alys's. He was with his business briefcase. He was also willing to leave for the day. You looked at him confused.

“To dinner with Cregan. My day is over" you told him sincerely, but he only approached with determination and a frown. Alys looked at the two of you in confusion, as if she had never seen Aemond so angry over one of your replies this week before.

"No, definitely not" he hissed between his teeth, ending up by pursing his lips and looming like a threatening shadow over you. “You have work to do. I want those reports tomorrow Saturday on my desk. That is what I want and what I have commanded you” he spoke with authority.

"I don't know how to do them" you blurted out quite angrily, crossing your arms and daring him to continue talking, but he spoke. Your uncle was not going to remain silent.

"You have all night to do them, to learn" he ordered you without any love, without any affection... he wasn't going to let Cregan touch you that night. He wasn't even going to see you. He was the boss and you had to obey. Alys froze as she watched the scene. That domain… That power… That obsession... it reminded her of Daemon with Rhaenyra... she saw how Aemond left through the door victorious and you sat down to finish the reports or at least to try. That made her alarm bells go off. It was one thing to pretend that she knew what was between you two. Another was to let Aemond go mad as his uncle had done almost twenty years before. She had to defend Aemond. If he went down, she and her privileges would go down with him. She didn't see you as a rival. She had never done it, but she had to take you out of the competition. Aemond was such an achiever, because she was the one who had created him.

She came up to you and spoke to you with sincerity and concern, once she left Aemond there. He couldn't know. He couldn't know what she was about to do: “I'll help you. I know how those reports are filled out perfectly” she told you as she sat down next to you. You looked at her strangely and she kept talking: “I too have been young. You can't miss a Friday night because of work,” she lied. All she wanted was to protect Aemond from what he just beheld. Aemond was becoming a Daemon, and that could only lead to trouble.

Twenty minutes later you were walking out the front door, laughing with Alys. She was finally not a woman as terrible as you had imagined. She was pretty cute when she wanted to. Even though you knew she was like this because she needed something. At that time, you preferred not to think about it. The truth is that in that week that you had been working there, she had been the friendliest of all your colleagues. "Where is he going to take you to dinner?" she asked you, prolonging your conversation a little more. You smiled kindly, thanks to her you were going to be able to get out of it at a decent hour from there.

"I don't know" you answered shrugging your shoulders, and she laughed amused and looked at you complicitly.

"If... he doesn't spend more than 300 dragons on dinner, believe me, you don't deserve to sleep with him today" she laughed at her occurrence and you laughed, with a slight blush on your cheeks. You could feel them burning and she just winked at you. "You won't be worth it if he doesn't." She took out a cigarette and placed it between her lips.

“Well, he sent me flowers today…” you said sheepishly, as if that suggestion had knocked you out, and Alys laughed heartily.

"And a girl as young and pretty as you is going to sell herself just for some flowers?" she answered herself in a suggestive way. You realized that Alys liked you, in the sense that she saw you more as someone to mentor rather than destroy. She was not a bad woman, she only had the man you wanted. She protected Aemond, but because she did so she also protected herself. "Show him who's boss"

Just as you were about to respond, you saw Cregan get out of his car and you quickly said goodbye to Alys only to reach Cregan's arms. He took you with a smile and... he kissed you on the lips... it was a brief contact that made you smile in bewilderment. You blushed again and he caressed your chin...

"Perhaps... have I overdone it?" he asked you charming and you laughed without knowing very well what to say. “Did you like the flowers?”

"A lot" you whispered. His fingers entwined with yours and you felt slightly uncomfortable, as if Cregan felt that giving you that bouquet of flowers had allowed him to move to another state in your relationship. Maybe what he was doing was normal. It was just…you wished Aemond was the one to do those things…

Cregan drove cool, made you laugh, and then took you to a rather expensive restaurant. You saw the count: 350 dragons… and you remembered Alys's words, but the problem was that Cregan wasn't Aemond…

"I've had a great time" Cregan broke the silence that had existed until then in the car. He had finally stopped in front of the Targaryen mansion in King's Landing itself. One of his hands grabbed the steering wheel and looked at you, waiting for you to also answer that you had a good time, that the plan that he had been thinking for you for a couple of days had finally resulted in a pleasant moment for both of you. You smiled sweetly at him and cocked your head. Your stomach ached and tears were poised right in your eyes. Why couldn't Aemond be like this with you? However, you answered him, swallowing the true feelings that then surfaced on your skin.

"Me too" you replied. You really had a good time, even though you hadn't felt for Cregan anything that you felt for Aemond. You'd be lying if you said you didn't have a good time, but… Cregan wasn't the person you wanted to have a good time with. “Well…” you started saying and Cregan quickly cut you off with a nervous smile and those alert brown eyes and always sincere and pleasant.

"I was thinking that maybe... tonight you want to... sleep with me at the hotel..." he confessed visibly nervous and happy as he told you. And your whole stomach ached at that nervous and happy confession from the northerner. Your entire stomach dropped to the floor as you looked away from him and locked on your heels. Sure, he…he saw you as aspiring for more than just a friend to invite to dinner. You started to feel bad. Why didn't He do the same thing? Why? “It's not like the room someone in your family could afford, but… it would give us privacy. And… I know that the age difference could throw you back, but… I like you, just like I haven't liked anyone for a long time” he confessed smiling and nervous. He knew he was making a fool of himself in front of you, but he didn't care. He just wanted to establish how he felt about you. Putting the cards on the table. Explaining to you that he was seeing you, that he wanted to bet on you... and you couldn't feel more pangs in your stomach. It looked like the pit of your stomach was bleeding. You didn't want him to tell you how much he liked you, you just wanted…you didn't know what you wanted. "I feel like a kid confessing himself in front of the girl he likes" he said, looking at his hands and you couldn't take it anymore. You opened the car door and quickly left towards the gate of the family mansion. Why was this happening to you? Another jab in the pit of the stomach. You felt tears well up in your eyes and Cregan shot out of the car. He couldn't let you go like that, had he done something wrong? "(Y / N), wait" he told you desperately and grabbed one of your arms. You turned to see him. Why couldn't he be Aemond? "Forgive me. I have exceeded. I just like you and…” you interrupted him by kissing him. You didn't kiss him because you loved him. It was just a whim. It was just a way to show you that you could do whatever you wanted with men. Cregan was proof of that. Bryden too…you were powerful. You were a dragon who took what you wanted, except what you really wanted. It was a way to get back at Aemond.

Aemond had been waiting for you. He was concerned that he had sent you reports that were too complicated for your knowledge. He had waited for you all night. He had wanted you to walk through the door near tears, unable to do what he told you to do. And he would help you, of course. That had kept you from going on that date with Cregan and ending up spending the night with him. However, it had not been so. You hadn't shown up, and it was late. How were you going to get home? He looked at the clock in the living room. It was almost one in the morning. No one else missed you there, but he did. He finished the whiskey he had poured himself while he waited for you in one gulp and put on his coat. He had to go find you. That was what he had to do. He took the car keys and opened the door of the house. At that very moment, his heart froze. His gaze detected you right at the entrance gate. Your arms encircled Cregan's neck as he gripped your hips with his mangy northern hands. Your lips joined his in a passionate kiss... your lips were painted with his lipstick... the same one he had given you... the same one he had imagined spoiling... his soul sank. His heart seemed to scream at how stupid he had been. He had been a fucking asshole. Now that northerner who didn't deserve you was enjoying you as if you were his. And the worst thing was that you returned the kiss with the same intensity. Alys's words echoed in his mind: ‘You only love her because she can't be yours, because she now belongs to someone else.’ Maybe she was right, but he wasn't going to let Cregan touch what was his. You were the property of Aemond Targaryen. He had decided it when he saw how you were making out with another man. He was going to stop being an asshole. He was going to give you what you wanted. He was going to bow down to you. He didn't care. He didn't care at all. He just wanted to be the recipient of those kisses. He approached you two and cleared his throat, opening the main gate that gave access to the house.

You gave a start, but you didn't blush. You were only surprised to see him there, standing in front of you, undone like a betrayed lover, like a beaten puppy... the night wind slightly rocked his hair. The shadows of the night made him look harder than he already had. “You had me worried…” Aemond spoke it in a whisper, and you just looked at Cregan with a smile. The old wolf tried to smile at you in the same way, although he seemed annoyed by that intrusion.

"Now we talk, okay?" you said with a smile and Cregan just nodded with a sincere smile. You said goodbye with another kiss on his lips and entered the gates of the family home. You didn't spare Aemond a glance. Nothing. Not even good night. You just lifted your chin and walked in full of pride. You were showing him what he was missing.

However, Aemond was not looking at you now. You were back in his comfort zone. He just looked at Cregan. The only violet eye of his gave her a warning: 'Don't touch my things'. They both stared at each other for a few simple moments, as if their gazes could solve something of the dispute they were having over you. Aemond was challenging a candidate to win you over. Cregan, sorely mistaken, he was believed to be challenging your protector. He couldn't suspect the slightest thing that Aemond wanted you. He got into his car and drove off. Aemond thought that he would never do business with that wolf again. His things were not touching and Cregan had dared to kiss you.

You came out of the shower wrapped in that soft towel. Your lips still burned from the very pleasure that Cregan kissed you had produced. They tingled and made you feel special, much more special than any kiss with Aemond had ever made you feel. The answer to why was clear: Cregan was controlled by you, Aemond not. It was simple. The northerner made you remember what you were, a woman for whom men would bow down. Aemond made you feel helpless, little... in need of his protection. In that kiss with Cregan you were the one who had marked the time, the one who was needed and revered was you, Cregan looked at you as everything he could not achieve and praised you as a goddess because you offered him an opportunity. Aemond looked at you exactly the same, like what he couldn't get, but he made you feel bad with each of his actions... the answer of who you should stay with was obvious, and yet your heart kept screaming that it was what you wanted At that moment, you looked up from the ground and found that Aemond was standing in the bathroom doorway, leaning and admiring your wet body. You didn't even look at it. You weren't the least bit interested in what he had to tell you, but he was still at the door, in complete silence.

Just at that moment, he walked up to you and grabbed your arm in a gentle but commanding manner. All his skin stood on end and the towel fell to the floor due to his grip. He wrapped you in a slow spin in his arms and then he kissed you. It was a slow kiss, but eager. Nothing like Cregan's full of sincerity. No. This kiss hid much more, it hid everything that you could become, everything what he coveted you, what he desired you... His lips continued without separating from yours while at that moment, his tongue caressed your palate, sending a pleasant sensation that ran through your entire spine. Did you enjoy the kiss? Of course, but at that moment, when Aemond's hands were now running up and down your back, grasping the flesh of your buttocks and kneading it, you realized how small you were every time he kissed you, and you didn't want that. You couldn't want it. You were destined to be powerful, not a little girl in the arms of a master, but someone who was an equal in that relationship... but, still you followed the kiss... that Aemond Targaryen taught you how he liked to be kissed. You would learn and you would kiss him the same, but in that eternal moment. Aemond pulled back with a smirk on his lips.

"I'm sure you haven't felt the same way with that asshole" he said arrogantly, drawing you into his body, and you just blinked at him with feigned innocence.

"No, of course not... He invited me to his hotel room, you know?" You said trying to make him jealous and Aemond just swallowed and ended up outlining a superior smile.

"I can afford a better room" he whispered between his teeth as he kneaded the meat of your buttocks hard. He rested his forehead on yours and closed his one eye. You thought you could die of happiness and he kissed you again, although this time it was much faster. "Kneel down..." He whispered. You felt how his left hand was lost in your hair and his right hand managed to unbuckle his belt. You felt your heart beating fast, running wild like a racehorse. He looked at you with superiority and you felt ready to give up... "I'm going to teach you how that asshole couldn't do it" he said giving you a tug of hair, leaving your neck exposed to him. He kept smiling powerfully over you... And you, at that moment, understood that Aemond was suffering a jealous attack caused by not being able to have you. He didn't love you because he had realized that he loved you, but rather that he needed you because someone else seemed to be going to keep the prize. It was a jealous rage. Similar to the one he had had in the bathroom of that nightclub, but much less violent. At that moment you separated from him and his face petrified when he saw your grimace. You wanted Aemond to love you because he really wanted to, not because others were going to take what he considered theirs. You dumped him and walked away, leaving him with just his erection and a terrible frustration all over again. Why the hell were you telling him no now? That was all Aemond couldn't stop thinking. At that moment, he realized that there was no way you could have finished the reports on your own to go to that date with Cregan. Someone had to have helped you. Fruit of the frustration at your refusal, Aemond told himself that the one who had helped you was going to pay the consequences for having done so. Only one person suspected of having helped you came to mind: Alys...

Aemond came through the door of the family home carrying the birthday cake for your party. For that party that they would begin to celebrate in your honor every time you went to visit them in the summer. It had been Aemond's idea. They weren't going to go all the way to Starfall to celebrate with your mother's family, they were going to celebrate something even bigger there. They weren't going to stoop to give your mother that satisfaction. Although if it were up to your father, they would all be dragged there. "Aemond!" you yelled at him as he came through the door and he reached down to grab you. Still with the cake loaded in the other hand. He turned you around as you laughed and removed his eyepatch. He could only smile at your audacity and he kissed you several times while you laughed and laughed. At that moment, Alicent appeared with a fake smile up to you. You were only five years old then. This was going to be your first summer surrounded by dragons.

"Mother, keep the cake" he said to his mother as he gave it to her and she took it in her hands. He would have preferred to buy you a dragon cake, but your mother had insisted that you liked unicorns, so that was what he had bought. He hoped you'd like it when you served it after dinner that night. “Did you draw a lot today?” he asked you happily while he lifted you up exhilarated and you smiled at him with that broken smile in which the  tusks were missing.

"Yes, a lot" you smiled at him, but at that moment when you smiled and laughed, Alicent whispered to her son.

“Have you seen the news? Those photos… are front pages in the national press…” she told him in a somber whisper. Aemond scolded her with a look.

"Not now. It's (Y/N)'s birthday and I've been hearing about the damn photos all day.” Aemond spoke with a cold tone and turned his attention back to you. “How about we go find Vhagar?”

"Yeah!!!" you exclaimed happily and he gladly took you to the living room, where the old cat he put on your lap was dozing. Daeron was watching TV as was Helaena, neither of them could take their eyes off what they were watching, almost horrified that they were Targaryens. “Can we see the cartoons?” you asked Aemond and he just picked up the remote and changed it, much to Daeron's annoyance. He gave you some Cartoons that he didn't know if they were for your age, but they seemed to entertain you.

"Fuck, Aemond, I was watching," Daeron told him, and Helaena smacked him.

“Moderate your language, which is here (Y/N). Aemond those cartoons are not for her age” Helaena replied as Aemond sat next to you to watch the drawings with you.

"Little Dragon, do you like these cartoons?" Aemond asked pointing to the TV and you smiled again.

"A lot, but mom won't let me watch them" you laughed complicitly with your uncle, who smiled back at you.

“See, Aemond? They are not for her” Helaena said, ready to take the controller from her, but then Aemond took it from her hand again.

“If the Dornishwoman doesn't like them, all the more reason for us to watch them,” he said, turning up the volume, and Daeron looked at Helaena. They both went to watch TV in the basement and Aemond stayed watching the cartoons with you, never once looking at his phone. The world around him was falling apart, but he didn't care. He just wanted to be with you. He had done all of that to give you a better life, to give himself the place he deserved within the company.

Then you all had dinner together. Everyone except Aegon. Your father hadn't shown any signs of life since you'd almost arrived. He was not capable of looking at you without remembering your mother and that only reminded him of his failure. Aemond had narrowed his eye in annoyance at your father's ineptitude. But, it didn't matter. He was there to take care of you. You had dinner with your grandmother, with your uncles Daeron and Helaena and with Aemond, even at the end of dinner, Cole also ate cake with you. They gave you several gifts, but the one you liked the most was a huge stuffed unicorn that Aemond had bought for you. He neighed and had shiny hair. It was the best mount in the world, after the back of a dragon of course. You put it in your room next to Mr. Wings, the old dragon that Aemond had also given you on your first birthday, before your parents' divorce. They were the two best mounts in the world for your five year old self. Later, almost at dawn, Aemond had let you stay without him watching TV, and at that moment when you closed your eyes from pure sleep, your uncle changed the channel.

'I'm just saying it's repulsive' said one of the commentators on that midnight show.

'He's fucking his niece, but since when? Because perhaps this is even murkier than we think,' another of them commented.

Aemond continued to watch that show while you fell asleep on his lap. He kissed your hair while you slept, never taking his eyes off the screen. That same morning some compromising photos of Daemon and Rhaenyra had come to light, fucking in a pool of a hotel in the summer islands. Everyone thought that what happened there stayed there, but that was not the case. The scandal had jumped. All the media were involved in that informative maelstrom, more morbid than true. Only illuminated by the light of the television, Aemond continued watching the program. His entire family was shaken by what had happened. Everyone at the company had talked about it all day…his mom was shocked, his brothers disgusted, Cole was thankful that their dad had died before he saw that…everyone was upset except Aemond. He had only been interested in celebrating your birthday and giving you the best possible day. And he had not been surprised, because Aemond Targaryen was the one who had been in charge of hiring that photographer who took those photos and ordering Alys to send them to the main newspapers with a national circulation. Aemond had been the one who had ratted out his uncle, CEO of Targaryen Inc, and no one else knew it, only Alys, who had tipped him off about what was happening between his uncle and his sister... now he would be the one who would occupy the throne that always had searched. He was businesslike, serious, determined… all those things the investors had told him at that emergency meeting. He had taught that part of the family, that he had protected the one who had gouged out his eye, who was on charge. All who had rejected him would now fall at his feet. The battered boy was now a winner. It wasn't just that throne, it was so much more… Aemond was now the new master of King's Landing. And he couldn't be happier about it.

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Could you pls write a blurb or anything on how good lio takes care of his wife like whatever she needs even if that just means taking care of abby gracie so she can take a warm bath without having a baby attached to her when her insides feel like they are ripping apart. I know he would make sure she is stocked and ready with everything she needs tampons, chocolate/chips, advil etc

It’s getting worse.

There is no reason for Lio or Savannah to say so to each other.

It’s undeniable.

In the way Savannah can’t get out of bed for long. 

In the way she can’t talk to Lio through the cramping. 

In the way she ends up at the hospital again for some pain killers and more familiar looks of “what do you want us to do?”

Whatever relief came to Savannah during pregnancy is gone and in it’s place is the thrones she remembers. They grow inward and twist, choking out her healthy tissue and threatening to spread deeper into her body.

Her first postpartum period wasn’t awful, but the second one was… intense. By the third one, she was back on the bathroom floor, suffering in a way that she can’t swallow as well anymore. 

Not now that she knows how much worse this is than childbirth. 

For the fourth, Savannah is on the bathroom, exhausted, laying on the cool tile to ease her through her nausea. Lio sits beside her, fingers rubbing her scalp. It’s late. Gracie is sleeping in their bedroom beyond this wall while her parents think, separately, about the situation at hand.

“Maybe a bath?” Lio suggests.

Savannah has been wrapped up in a heated blanket since dinner and it’s not helping anymore. But she needs something to help her body relax.

“Some gummies too?” He asks. Savannah nods her head desperately. She’ll take anything. Lio pats her head, easing it off his thigh and onto a folded up towel. The shift in position has Savannah moaning. “I know, baby. I’m so sorry.” Lio sighs, pausing from getting up to hold her through another wave. Savannah brings her hand to Lio’s, silently thanking him. For this. For not making her do this alone. For taking care of their daughter all day and now her too. She doesn’t want to know what this is like without Lio ever again. 

Eventually, Lio is able to move freely without Savannah needing to cling to him. The pain comes in heavy waves, similar to contractions, but they never completely dissipate. There is just manageable and unmanageable parts of it. Lio works fast on the bath to get his wife into it before she has another unmanageable wave. He works Savannah out of her clothes, then picks her up off the floor and eases her into the water. He gets soaked in the process, but doesn’t seem to mind. He stays next to the bathtub, rubbing her shoulder with his finger tips, eyes watchful and alert.

The water begins to turn pink and Lio drops his forehead to his forearm. Savannah threads her fingers through his brown hair.

“It’s growing again.” She whispers to him, finally saying the hardest part out loud. Her bottom lip quivers, struggling with the reality that her own body is hurting her, maiming her on the inside until it shows outwardly too. Anger sears through her veins, electrifying her tone. “It couldn’t just give me her. It had to cost something too.”

Lio quietly listens as always, careful to not try and fix this. He knows now that he can’t and how damaging it feels to Savannah to hear him walk through a million solutions when all she wants is his comfort. 

“Lee, I can’t start over. I can’t go back down this road of trying all these different medications and more surgery and blood work and…” She trails off, pinching the bridge of her nose. Her wet hand drips water droplets onto her face. “I can’t. I’ve already spent so much time growing a baby, worrying about losing her and my body is tired.” Her bottom lip trembles. “I don’t want to lose time with her trying to save this unsalvageable part of me.” 

“I support whatever you want to do next.” Lio assures her quietly. “Whatever you want to do.” 

“Even if it means we only have her?”

“Yes.” He answers immediately. “She’s all we need, no?”

Savannah smiles sadly. She wanted more babies with him. She knows she should be grateful for the miracle baby they have. But damn it, bringing Gracie into this world is her favorite road they’ve walked on in their life together. She wanted another road. Maybe two more even. Now, it’s another thing she will have to come to terms with. 

Why me? She thinks for a moment, inhaling deeply as tears pierce her eyes. Why can’t I just be normal?

“It’s not fair.” She cries out to her husband. Lio threads their fingers together on her chest. 

“No, babe. It’s not.” He agrees as her body shakes beneath their entwined hands. 

Then he does the only thing he can think of to show support by getting into the bath with her. Savannah turns, pressing deeply into his chest as he holds her tightly. His fingers soothe her the best that they can and with that, plus the gummy he gave her, Savannah falls asleep. Lio keeps her there as long as he can, until the water is too cold to stand, then he lifts their dripping bodies out of the bath tub. He wraps Savannah in her towel, doing the basics of clean up so he can get her into bed fast. She collapses beneath the sheets in a physical exhaustion that mirrors the first few days of training camp for Lio.

He watches her snuggle into her pillow, then leaves their room. He picks up the mess in their main area- running the dishwasher, rearranging the pillows and collecting a few loose articles of baby clothing on the couch. He tosses them into the laundry room then pauses in there. He does a few practiced breaths to calm his nervous system. Seeing Savannah like that always fucks with him, makes him anxious, jittery and helpless. He pushes his hair off his forehead, holding his last breath for three beats before he flips the light off and heads back down the hallway. 

When he returns to their room, he peeks at their daughter sleeping on her back. Her pacifier is off to the side, spit out long ago when she shifted into a deeper slumber. In the larger bed, Savannah is curled into the center of it, breathing heavily as if her body continues to turn on her even during sleep. Lio closes his eyes, hating every fucking second of this. He allows himself a few moments of pity- recognizing everything they’re going to lose in these next steps, so vivid with the sleeping child in her bassinet. Then he does what Savannah needs. He lets that pass, steps out of his still wet clothes, and gets into bed to hold her. 

This is all he needs. 

Everything else is just noise.

[melissathettpdmember]

Bbg I'm so bored of life pls feed my incorrect quotes of Daphne friend group 🙏🙏🙏🙏

Omg hell yes

Now have 2 similar situations

Thoren: Alright if you don't shut the fuck up right now I will remove one of your unnecessary body parts

First year paladin: I don't have any unnecessary body parts???

Thoren: sucks for you to think that because your entire existence is fucking useless

Daphne: if you don't close your mouth in the next 3 seconds I will illegally and painfully amputate one of your unnecessary body parts

Student: what kinda unnecessary body part

Daphne:

Daphne: your head

Student: Hey where is uhh room 2051?

Michael: hey cutie

Student: excuse me

Nex: ok Michael sto-

Michael: I'm saying your cute. Do you want me to give you a "guide tour" *wink*

Thoren: Mike-

Student: sir how old are you

Michael: just turned 24, you?

Student: just turned 15

Michael:

Michael: well

Thoren: I just don't get why they do that it's so stupid fuck politics

Daphne: boo hoo do you want a razor blade or something

Politea:

Politea: you can't just say that to someone struggling with self harm what-

Daphne: you're in luck I have two razor blades for each of you

(actual convo between my parents from last night)

Reporter: Which book character do you relate to the most?

Nex: Christian Grey from Fifty Shades of Grey

Reporter: why?

Nex: because he has a huge dick

They are still students at Alfea btw

Politea: Come on we ARE going to the capital for the Day of the Rose celebration

Daphne: can I take the day off for grieving or something?

Politea: no, I'm calling the guys and we're gonna go

Daphne: I'm an orphan though :(

Tetis: there's literally not a single person in this friend group that has alive or loving parents shut up I don't even know my parents and miss Collins there hasn't had parents since she was 3

Politea: ok I got them they're coming and Nex is even gonna partake in the wind rider race or whatever

Daphne: let them celebrate their mothers dude

Politea: excuse me

Politea: well Thoren's mom is dead, Tony's parents kicked him out of the cult thingy they were in, Michael's parents are both dead and Nex got kicked out of his mom's house because he wanted to be a paladin there's literally no one to celebrate

Daphne: I'm definitely partaking in the race

Tetis: SOMEONE TAKE ME TO THE SOUR TOUR I SWEAR TO THE DRAGON

Thoren: do you even like Olivia Rodrigo

Tetis: I don't know haven't listened to her music it's just that my favorite underground artist is opening for her and she's gonna PLAY HER NEW SONGGGGG

Thoren: you have a favorite underground artist??? I thought you only liked Taylor and Charli XCX

Tetis: well there's this gay artist called Chap-

Thoren: *leaves*

Tetis: kill yourself you're never gonna see Laufey OR Taylor live and I get to see my favorite artist before she blows up

Politea: what are you doing

Daphne: sending a note to the infamous Omnia

Politea: by putting stuff into the sirenix book???

Daphne: *writing* ...and if... I finish the... quest I will... find you and make you... suffer... Ok done

Politea:

Daphne: well the quest is ass Domino is frozen how are we even gonna go there

Politea: good point but it's 02:30 AM

Daphne: AM stands for Arctic Mon-

Politea: go to sleep

Somewhere in 2014 earth time

Daphne: if I can't find a good song to listen to I will fucking kill myself I swear to God

Tetis: calm the fuck down there are great artists out there-

Politea: new single

Daphne: wha-

Politea: *playing shake it off*

Daphne: OH MY GOD

Daphne: IT'S POP OH MY GOD

Reporter: what is your favorite musical-

Daphne: Idina Menzel

Reporter: that's not-

Daphne: Ryan McCartan?

Reporter: I-

Daphne: maybe Courtney Monsma

Reporter:

Daphne: ooh Aaron Tveit- or Barrett Wilbert Weed?

Reporter: -your favorite musical CHARACTER.

Daphne: oh

Daphne: well Beetlejuice

[ladybirdswritings]

Silken Webs & Pirouettes - Miguel O’Hara x Reader

Summary - The reader inches closer to meeting the cold and awfully handsome CEO of O’Hara Enterprises, Miguel. Ballerina!Reader & CEO!Miguel. Alternate Universe with most of the characters included as seen in "Across the Spiderverse." Many cameos ahead. Miguel is a successful business owner but personality is canon. This is a steamy reader insert, Miguel x You! Enjoy and pls leave me lots of love and comments as it keeps me motivated <333

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You don’t want to do this. You really, truly don’t want to do this. It is a selfish thought one could even think considering most people would be overflowing with undeniable joy at the opportunity to land a position like this. You’re a persistent thing, you never did give up easy. Not as a waitress, not as a pretty ballerina in a box, not as a future… whatever you will be doing here.

You did minimal research, silly on your end but you didn’t think it much mattered anyways. Most anything would be better than flying back home and taking the job waiting for you there. This was a middle. Of course, it wasn’t as pretty as twirling in iridescence for the world to see but, it was a middle.

You opted for a google search or two, that was after the twenty voicemails and you actually landing an interview. Javier Peña, former detective turned business man for this company which you know virtually nothing about.

All you know is that the glass is awfully shiny, the tiles squeak against your target heels, and your coat looks itchy and suffocating compared to the Asian girl who has finally returned from fetching Javier, you assume.

The women here are all so prim and proper, like they’ve been written from the remnants of uncanny valley. Their smiles are tight, their teeth a perfect pearl, but the girl who approaches you with not a sloppy name tag but rather golden embroidery etched into her cloth tresses spelling the pretty name: “Cindy Moon,” that girl seems more tolerable. More anxious. Younger, more human.

Your hand is cold as ice. This old, itchy coat has four holes in it and fails miserably at keeping you warm in December, in this mansion of an office. Manicured fingertips lift to twirl your silken curls. It is then that you remember the pain and suffering of flattening them straight last night and then again this morning.

“My sincere apologies, miss. It seems as though Mr. Peña is unavailable this evening. Not to worry though, I’ve managed to pull some strings. You’ll be interviewing with Mr. O’Hara.”

Thank god for the pretty, less uncanny valley and awfully kind Cindy Moon in a pencil skirt. You sigh in relief, unable to hide your smile as you lift to your feet and smooth the wrinkles in your skirt.

“No worries! I’m ready.”

Cindy Moon looks as if there is a piece of sour taffy glued to her pink tongue, but she forces what looks to be an attempted smile back before leading you to the glass elevator. So much glass it’s as if nobody here would be allowed to keep secrets.

You send another glance Cindy’s way as the elevator floats up to the highest floor. She hasn’t blinked, she hasn’t made a sound. She looks, afraid.

“Are you-?”

The elevator rings in joy, glass parting in welcome to a floor with glistening tile and glass surrounding one room of hidden oak that is six pirouettes away.

Cindy doesn’t answer you, she just looks grateful that the doors have parted.

“This way.” Her voice is tight too now as her white heels click against the marble tile, closer and closer to the oak. You stumble behind, eyes feasting on everything they can possible swallow.

There is a rendition of “Santa, Baby,” humming on a small speaker to your left— and a pathetic little Christmas tree on its last limb to your right.

Above you? A giant cursive dance of golden letters spelling: “O’Hara Enterprises.” That must be the owner.

It seems like ages before you reach the oak door, hidden by it or— from it rather. Cindy winces as she looks up at you. A long moment passes, you wonder if something is on your face. No, you realize when she frowns that she is contemplating something you don’t understand. She decides when her voice greets you in a soft whisper,

“Miss, keep this between us please but— Mr. O’Hara can be a bit… what’s the word I’m looking for… firm?”

She’s silly. Silly but sweet like sugar. You smile at her, gathering your words as you rest your body against the oak and cross your arms. How can you explain that you endured years of suffering from dancing under the torturous hand of Katerina and.. her husband.

Your smile doesn’t seem to put Cindy Moon at ease, not in the slightest. Maybe you missed something, an often occurrence.

Your brows pinch then as you try to pick apart her words. It is when your mind repeats them that realization strikes you like a bolt of electricity.

O’Hara Enterprises… Mr.O’Hara.

You’re interviewing with the fucking CEO of the company…

chap 2 song 🎧:

[fuckmeyer]

your analysis is fantastic, pls tell me more about the Cullens' gifts as curses. I want to know about everyone ahhh

i'll have to make separate posts for Alice & Edward since their gifts are so substantial and they have so much book space, so if you want to know more, mosey on back to my inbox

Alice: the girl who can see the future but has no past craves certainty in an uncertain world. her visions give her a false sense of security, marring her ability to accurately assess situations & cultivate meaningful relationships. i.e. she sees situations &, more importantly, her relationships as what they will be, not for what they are, which limits her ability to connect with others.

Edward: Edward is so caught up in taking others' superficial thoughts at face-value that, despite being someone who could most intimately know others, is too wrapped up in his own ego & his own conclusions to never truly know anyone

Carlisle: frankly, i don't think Carlisle's gift is compassion, but whatever. his "compassion" leads him to overthrow the most benign ruling body (Volturi) that vampirekind have ever known, unable to say no when the situation gets out of hand. in being compassionate to individuals, he increases the suffering of the whole

Esme: she "loves passionately" in a family that doesn't need a mother figure

Renesmee: exists

[thegamingcatmom]

Hello! Hope your day is going good!

I say as I pull out an idea fresh from the brain oven, I've another idea 👀

Set after whoevers gotten the first kiss

3 words: lip balm smooch

Starting off with kate obviously cause she would start this shit:

Kate eyeing MC in the bathroom mirror as she applies whatever flavoured coloured lip balm or whatever

Kate:"What flavour is that?"

MC sees her in the mirror eyeing her:"uh....cherry"(or whatever flavour idk)

Kate:"can I try"

MC:"???sure?" As she holds out the tube

Kate pulls her by the front of her shirt and kisses her

Tanya seeing this from a distance >:0

Tanya trying to pull the same trick on MC later either goes one of two ways

Before MC puts on lip balm

Tanya asks and MC immediately holds out the lip balm

MC:"Here you go," knowing she's not gonna give her the chance

Tanya:"no, I'd rather how you did it with kate"

2 options if MC answers no:

Tanya gets huffy puffy tantrum-ish

Unfair

Or

Tanya raises an eyebrow serious expression:"you want to try that again?"

MC nervous energy:*deep sigh* puts on the lip balm to get smooched

This is clearly before Irina gives in

And then irina unknowing to the whole lip balm shenanigans asks to try her lip balm?

MC? Terrified, unsure which way Irina wants the lip balm

And has to ask in definite fear, tears in eyes? Idk, cause she doesn't want an angry irina

Irina hears this asks what's the other way

And then just being annoyed with her sisters and takes the lip balm tube

Or MC assumes it's the smooch way and irina? Irritated at it and swipes the lip balm outta her hands

-📚 anon >:)

Well, hello there...

AND LISTEN-

(I gotta admit, I was a smidge confused at first to read "terrified" and "Irina" in the same sentence. But then I was like "ahhh, we´re in that universe now" and it all made sense. 💀)

Kate, the lil shit, would DEFO pull smt like this. She´d use anything she can get her hands on and weaponize it to get herself some lady loving while *affectionate* striking down her sisters at the same time yeye.

And don´t get me started on MC, MY GOD-

Can she get any more blissfully ignorant?? Like, girl-

(She´s adorable.)

The sisters could hold up a blinking neon sign reading-

"WILL U BE MY OUR VALENTIRE??"

(Got it? Cause valentine + vampire = valent-

...nvm)

And MC probs STILL wouldn´t get it (also because she has no idea vampires even exist, as @feastingonfanfiction kindly pointed out). Or more like she adamantly refuses to get it. Stubborn thing.

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As for Tanya?

I do enjoy seeing her suffer a bit, so MC´s not gonna give into her just like that.

Not with that attitude.

Tanya could "threaten" her all she wanted (she´s like a spitting kitten, bish pls), and MC would just be there like-

...Okay?

YKNOW-

Like, girl´s over it by now.

With that said, I think Tanya would be all huffy and puffy about it with a smidge of her usual indignation when it comes to MC rejecting her (the audacity), but still in a refined way (cause she´s still a Queen leader) like-

Tanya, most indignant: "...I asked nicely."

(That has become her go-to line btw.)

MC, most unimpressed: "And I declined nicely."

(That has become MC´s go-to line btw.)

That´s that. Conversation´s over. Tanya will brood for the rest of the day while MC´s just gonna...go about her day?? I guess??? What else is she supposed to do??

(Our proud coven leader gotta learn to have some damn patience, and MC´s only all too happy to remind her.)

YKNOW??? 😩

(It´s like witnessing kids fight over the same toy, honestly. If one has it, the other MUST have it too, despite having had it only minutes ago. 🤦‍♀️)

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And Irina? Being kinda unaware of things (because she doesn´t give a damn anyway)?? Just wanting to go about her day with her usual "u better not talk to me" face?? Entirely used to all that shit and just as done as MC about it???

YES TO ALL OF THAT.

Like, honestly-

Out of the three of them, Irina is probs the...nicest??? Despite her attitude???

YKNOW??

Like yes, she might try and get a bite in at some point (someone still owes her a dinner, after all), but she´s being honest about it. So, when it comes to mind games, Irina is actually the one you gotta worry about the least, is what I´m saying.

She´s still mean af (she does wanna eat MC´s face, after all), but it´s in a straightforward way. Unlike her sisters, whose intentions aren´t always 100% clear.

Like, LISTEN-

Girl just wants to go about her day as she usually would, aight?? Stay clear of her, and she´ll (perhaps) do the same for you. Aight? Got it? Good. Now-

(And don´t ruin her morning.)

So, when it comes to that lip balm dilemma, she´s probs just gonna go like-

"Ugh, don´t waste my time, mortal. And stop looking at me like that. Just gimme the damn thing."

*proceeds to aggressively take the lip balm*

...

*comes to the conclusion that it is quite...adequate*

*proceeds to aggressively hand back the lip balm*

*storms off without another word*

*proceeds to search the internet for the damn thing*

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YKNOW??? 😭

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Thank you for sharing another one of your ideas with me. I absolutely love reading them - they really get my gears turning. ⚙️❤️

(Your other ask shall be answered soon, btw. 😜)

Have a great day! 💋