#I feel like people don't love her enough and I need everyone to love her as much as me

[niwaart]

Doferent world, diferent family its so good.

I csnt help but imagine the other part. A Y/n that soes not know the Wayne family at all. The one of the original dimension who sydeently awake on a mansion. With suddently a husband and 4 kids hovering over her.... ill be cute if she knew them from her dimession somewhere, but never personal envolved. Uwu

I enjoyed writing this, thank you for the idea!

The Parallel World from the story "Different World, Different Family"

Y/N woke up to a strange feeling... something warm pressing against her side. She slowly opened her eyes to find a muscular arm wrapped around her waist. She screamed loudly and jumped out of bed, only to discover that she was wearing the most silky nightgown she'd ever owned, sleeping in a huge room that resembled a palace.

The scariest thing? Bruce Wayne himself was lying next to her, now awakened by her screams, staring at her with a sleepy expression. She'd only ever seen him in the newspapers and news!

"What happened? Am I dreaming?" Y/N whispered to herself.

Then she heard a voice from the door:

"Mama, is everything okay?!"

Four people entered the room at once:

1. A child with big blue eyes (Dick, 12 years old) who looked very worried.

2. A blue-eyed teenager (Jason, 16) looks at Bruce angrily. “What did you do this time, old man?”

3. A slender young man with green-blue eyes (Tim, 20) with a visible scar on his cheek studies Y/N’s expression and analyzes it.

4. A handsome green-eyed man (Damian, 22) with sharp features steps forward confidently. “Is everything okay, Mom?”

Y/N takes a step back until she hits the wall, “Who… Who are you?! Who’s Mom??! I’m not a mom!”

Everyone fell silent in shock.

Dick (12): He rushed over excitedly and hugged her, "But you're my mom! Is this another prank?"

Jason (16): He laughed as he hugged her and Dick, "Good acting, Mom! But we both know you don't act angry very well."

Y/N tried to escape the two kids, but their grip was too strong for her. Dick looked at her with big, pleading eyes. "Don't go! Who's going to make us pancakes?"

Tim (20): Noticing her panicked and unnatural behavior, he cautiously stepped forward, "It doesn't seem like a prank. Maybe something happened in your memory. Do you remember anything about us?"

Y/N looked at Tim. He was familiar, though the scar on his cheek was unsettling. “You... you’re Tim Drake... the CEO of WE.”

Tim froze, then smiled with bitter realization. “Ah, so you’re from another world.”

Damian (22), who wasn’t far from Tim’s conclusion, chimed in with a commanding tone. “Enough. She clearly doesn’t know us. We need to be rational.”

As Y/N tried to process the catastrophe, Bruce arrived at her side with a rare smile. “Well, it seems we’re experiencing a cosmic shift.”

Y/N glared at him. “You... you never smiled before!”

Bruce laughed. “Maybe your world is too harsh.”

After several attempts to calm Y/N down and explain the situation to her without complications, she was finally persuaded to sit on the couch.

- Jason, who was hugging her from the side, tried to convince her that she was the "best mom in the world."

- Dick was crying because she "forgot" him while he sat on her lap.

- Tim was trying to explain the theory of parallel universes while Y/N was screaming, "I don't care about physics! I want to go home!"

- Damian looked at her with strange sympathy, "Don't worry, Mom, we'll fix this."

- Bruce put his hand on her shoulder, "Until then... welcome to the family."

Y/N panicked again at Bruce's words, "What?! I don't want to stay here!"

But Jason was faster, wrapping her in a tight hug, "You can't escape love, Mom!"

[dogydayz]

I have SO many feelings about Skids and Swerve too

I just dunno how to word them gnajakak

For my that I'm working on that is Swerve centric, Skids plays a MAJOR part in Swerve's story and I had to sit down with my friend to study his character and there is SO MUCH I could go on about him!

One major part is how he hates sitting back and doing nothing, but being forced to do so and watch anyway. Due to his trauma that he forgot, but very much still affects him, where he was forced to witness the people he thought he had just saved die.

Skids looked the WORST during the Swearth arc. Like, he looked more miserable seeing Swerve suffer than when he was reliving his trauma istg

Also this scene

Look at how he's so tenderly holding Swerve's face-

And this one too

IT TOOK ME A BIT TO NOTICE BUT SKIDS IS HOLDING SWERVE'S OTHER HAND AND UGH!

Also, look at him piggy backing Tailgate

He also would and has thrown punches for the people he cares for and very easily resorts to violence for them

Also Swerve calls Skids his best friend and would do everything to save his friend and even cried panicking for him (we don't see his visor doing the lil corner tear thing often)

And he also is always so concerned about Skids in general he also gets a lil aggressive when it comes to his friends

And just AAAAAAAAAAAA

I DONT THINK PEOPLE TALK ABOUT THEIR FRIENDSHIP ENOUGH WHY DOES IT FEEL LIKE THEY'RE ALWAYS IGNORED WHEN THEIR FRIENDSHIP WAS SUCH A BIG PART IN SO MANY MOMENTS!!!!!!

Ahem

Anyway

Sorry for the ramble I just get a lil passionate about them and I just think more people need to do more stuff about them or know about them 😌

And this isn't even all I have to say, but a lot of it is relating to my au that ties into canon and stuff I explore in general in the story and that is a whole other ramble in itself gkdkakaak

Hope ya don't mind this long ass ask tho TuT

I LOVE THIS!!! Ill be entirely real i dont often go back thru the comic because of how painful so many parts are (it makes me cry really easily) so youve been able to describe it soooo much better than i have. I adore them. i literally adore them. Skids cares so much for people. It’s WHY his trauma affected him so horribly. oh, and also? when he was literally DYING, his only thought was to try to GET TO BRAINSTORM. TO TELL HIM WHAT HAD HAPPENED. TO ADMIT TO IT HAVING BEEN HIS OWN DOING. HE DIDNT EVEN CARE ABOUT HIMSELF!!! Skids’ EVERYTHING is utterly agonizing to me. in my story when he gets revived and everyone is freaking out in unadulterated joy, Nautica feels horrendous because she cant seem to make herself feel more excited to see him again (due to the whole grief thing). And she tries to apologize, but he just grabs her by the shoulders and is like “I literally COULD NOT CARE LESS about that! I’m alive, and all of you still are too-! That’s all I care about, you’re all okay!!”

Swerve will probably break down seeing him back tbh. that shit fucked him up. He was like, noticeably more nervous and such after all of that went down (and can we talk about the fact that Cyclonus basically took over in standing up for Swerve and comforting him? Like. FUCK man. goddamn it. im going to be violently ill about all of them.)

[bedheaded-league]

More thoughts because this podcast is still ruling my brain rn

Fitzy being the only reporter in the crowd to ask the correct question during Watson's press conference!!!!!

Post-Reichenbach Watson telling a room full of people to fuck off gave us all the emotional catharsis of 130 years.

Weatherby: You don't need your friends! Sherlock Holmes never needed John Watson to be Great!

Fawx, who just met Sherlock Holmes and realized that the man is a fidgety, scatterbrained, dumbass disaster without Watson: Oh my god I need to go find Madge immediately. I'm so fucked without her. <3 <3 <3

"No one needs anyone. I want you" YOU DID IT, YOU BOILED DOWN ALL OF HUMAN CONNECTION TO ONE HEARTBREAKING LINE.

I neeeed to know how many times Charlotte has tried to convince Watson to talk to Holmes about his feelings. How many times has that poor woman suffered through listening to him talk about how "Holmes would never love me back that way" and "You don't get it, Lottie, it's different for us" while she tried not to stab him with knitting needles

Have I mentioned how much I love Iphy yet? Whatever I'm gonna say it again. She's my favorite side character, PLEASE bring her back in future seasons. The idea of all of the coroners of Britain being mad about Holmes showing up to crimes with his own handsome "living people doctor" is one of the funniest things you guys possibly could have come up with. Please give me an Iphy/Watson confrontation. I feel like she'd rant at him and he'd respond by being really gracious and going on and on about how he respects coroners so much and their work is so important and he's sorry to take cases away from them, and if they ever need a full autopsy done he'll make sure to bring it to her or one of her friends. And she'd try so hard to stay mad but at the end would just be like *narrows eyes* "Guess you're not so bad, for a living people doctor. You're on thin ice, though."

Thank you so much to this podcast for finally being brave enough to confirm that Holmes is in his late 30s has never had a boyfriend or gotten laid. I'm so sick of adaptations trying to portray him as some sort of James Bond style playboy. That man has zero game and we all know it.

I love that every single character has the vibe of being a theater kid EXCEPT Watson. Now im imagining a community theater AU where they're all in the cast except Watson who's the long-suffering writer/director (who keeps bashing himself in the head with his clipboard).

I love how you guys were like "If Holmes had a lesbian BFF it would probably fix him." You're right and you should say it.

Holmes' little sigh while Watson is kissing him has my brain in an absolute chokehold. You can hear 10 years' worth of love and utter relief in that moment, it's beautiful. And it wasn't even in the script??? Rob Kauzlaric just did that??? Oscar-worthy

Seriously, please make sure that both Rob and Tom know that everyone I've spoken to who's listened to the podcast has gone fully feral over their voice acting. I mean everyone did a great job but god damn, they had the hardest job of all with these two and they absolutely killed it. We've all been replaying the last 2 episodes of season 2 on loop. Truly incredible work.

how can i join the #ACAB culinary club? Asking for a friend

Please Lauren can you give us a reading list of your "How to read mysteries" books bc I also need to read them

I just binged all of Fawx & Stallion in like 2 days and it has an absolute chokehold on my brain so now I need to talk about all of the things I fucking loved about it because I'm super super duper normal about this show. Major spoilers ahead.

Like everyone else, I've replayed the "very sincerely yours" scene like 5 times already and it just doesn't get any less devastating/beautiful/cathartic. This is THE best post-Reichenbach reunion scene I have EVER seen in a Holmes adaptation, HANDS DOWN. Obviously the Reichenbach story is one of the most popular bits of the Holmes canon to retell, because it's just so crazy and ripe for raw emotion. But frequently I feel like the reunion scenes are either infuriating and completely emotionally unsatisfying (I'm looking at you, BBC) or beautiful and tender but still leaving us with the feeling that we're not getting the whole story (like with canon and Granada). This was beautiful, tender, harsh, painful, devastating, honest, and SO FUCKING SATISFYING. Jesus christ, I feel like this is the emotional catharsis Holmes fans have been waiting for since 1893.

I don't think I've ever heard an actor put SO MUCH into a single word as that fucking "Yours." Is it possible to tell someone that they're the love of your life and nothing in the world matters more to you than being with them in just one single syllable? Apparently! Because Rob Kauzlaric fucking did it! What the fuck!

I've never really had an answer for who my favorite Watson was before (I love Burke and Hardwicke, but I just have this very specific idea of Watson in my head that no actor has ever matched) but now I know who it is and it's Tom fucking Crowley. Fucking flawless performance. This Watson struck the perfect balance between being the kindest person you'll ever meet and also being sort of a bitch! He's long-suffering, he's funny, he's a chaotic bisexual who's a bit of a slut but has also been pining after the same man for ten years, he's The Guy Of All Time. His characterization was perfect and Tom Crowley gave him a perfect voice.

And GOD this interpretation of Holmes is so good. He's silly and endlessly annoying. He's a burnt out former gifted kid who's tied his entire self-worth to this cool thing he can do and how much he can impress everybody and so if he ever stops for one second he'll lose everyone he cares about. What a perfect character arc for him. He's desperately in love with someone who he thinks will never love him back because he can't imagine a reason for anyone to love him that isn't about the service he can provide to others. Out of all the characters, he has some of the most heartwrenching line deliveries. "It's too late." "Because he wrote about it." "No, no, I'll GET IT." "Very sincerely yours." FUCK

Listening to Filched Fork over again is so heartbreaking. Watson not mentioning the fork because he thinks it's just much less interesting compared to all of the dazzling things that Holmes does and also because he wants to keep the sweetest parts of Holmes to himself because those are private, but Holmes thinking that it means that the moment wasn't important *to him.* Watson literally begging Holmes how to do it (the writing, their relationship) correctly, desperately trying to reach out to the man he loves so that they can understand each other, and Holmes immediately closing himself off instead. Meanwhile we can see the hints of his impending burnout already happening here, which of course ties into his panic about Watson moving on without him if he can't be amazing all the time.

The way I absolutely screamed when I heard the thunk of the fork dropping on the table out of Fitzy's pocket. I mean I already figured out that it was Holmes (I feel like there were enough hints that we were meant to figure it out) but the reveal was SO GOOD.

Not only adapting the "This article is shit" "Oh really? I wrote it." scene but having HOLMES' LOVE CONFESSION DIRECTLY REFERENCE BACK TO IT??? THE MOMENT THEY FIRST BECAME FRIENDS???? TEN YEARS LATER??? AFTER SPENDING TEN YEARS KEEPING UP THE SAME INSIDE JOKE THAT ORIGINATED FROM THAT ONE CONVERSATION??? BECAUSE THAT DUMB JOKE WAS THE FIRST TIME HOLMES MADE WATSON LAUGH??? AND WATSON HADN'T LAUGHED IN MONTHS BECAUSE HE WAS TOO DEPRESSED FROM THE WAR??? I'M EATING THE WALLS

Holmes' nervous ADHD rambling my beloved

Holmes: "Hi, I'm Sherlock Holmes." James: "Nope."

James' monologue during the improv scene was so tender and heartbreaking and beautiful. It works so perfectly for James and Archie but also so perfectly for Holmes and Watson? God the fucking CHARACTER FOILS, FUCK.

Just in general the concept of the 224 gang being a foil to the 221 boys both in that Fawx/Stallion are bad at crime solving and Holmes/Watson are good at it AND that Holmes and Watson are in a fucked up situationship for a decade because they can't communicate but meanwhile James and Archie are in a healthy relationship because they actually talk about their feelings.

"Do you know how frustrating it is to love someone who doesn’t love themselves the way you love them? It’s like being told you're an idiot for breathing air." FUCK

James and Archie confronting the same problem that Holmes and Watson did, and in the end they didn't actually figure out the solution, but they love each other and they're in it together and that's all that matters.

Watson reading the book quotes while Holmes realizes that Watson's in love with him I'M SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS

"Well, the person saying that might have been biased." "Oh, is that what we're calling it now?" Archie passive aggressive queen

"Because he wrote about it" AAUUGGGHHH

Archie's impassioned speech about the difference between cooking and baking is so valid

"I really want to get rescued right now!" "YES CHEEEEFFF!!!" can you hear that sound in the background that's me losing my fucking mind

Holmes: Your relationship is doomed and love isn't real. James: Actually I think you're just stupid.

Archie saw Holmes stand there frozen solid making the shocked pikachu face as he realizes that the man he's been in love with for 10 years has loved him back the whole time and then Archie immediately came up with an elaborate lie to manipulate this dramatic gay dumbass into actually going and talking to the man in question. What an icon.

Please tell me we're gonna get more Iphy in the next season because I'm in love with her and she's my wife now

[blue-mint-winter]

ESB rewatch

Rewatching ESB was a lot of fun because it's all familiar, but at the same time I was seeing the story from a completely different angle. Here are some thoughts about it:

My favourite character on this rewatch was C3PO. He was really useful (and funny). It's no wonder, since Anakin made him to help his mom ;) I just think Threepio was great in this movie and deserves more credit. Artoo had a smaller role, but in the end he repaired/turned on Falcon's hyperdrive, which allowed the heroes to escape Vader, so Artoo was the real MVP.

Vader is a total menace to everyone, except the Emperor, to whom he is subservient, and strangely - Boba Fett, for the reason that Vader kept his side of the deal. I love Vader's quips. He doesn't even seem that angry, he's rather controlled. I guess that keeps his underlings on their toes, they never know what will set him off.

Btw, Vader's choking people to death is entirely unreasonable and undeserved. There are fics in which it's presented as logical and that he only does that to people who are grossly incompetent. This stance is just so wrong. Why kill someone just for being bad at their job? If Vader was reasonable, he'd just demote them. He choked Ozzel because he was annoyed with him. Captain Needa didn't deserve death for failing to capture Han who hid Falcon in a very cunning way. In the end of the film, Piett definitely expected to be killed when Falcon escaped, but Vader was too preoccupied with Luke and forgot about him.

It seems that Vader had the whole plan to capture Luke's friends, torture Han to bait Luke and test carbon freezing before using it on Luke, worked out at least from the time he arrived on Bespin. Possibly earlier, which makes me think he was using precognition. Maybe he made the plan when he got Fett's help?

Luke also used precognition because he was warned about his friends being in danger before they arrived on Bespin. He already knew they were going to be tortured.

The vision in the cave on Dagobah and both Obi-Wan and Yoda mentioning Anakin make me think that Luke had enough information that he subconsciously made the connection that Vader = Anakin. Going to Bespin was just confronting the truth instead of hiding from it. In the long run, it was better for Luke than listening to Yoda and Obi-Wan and not going.

Going by the movie, Luke had no training after the crash course in ANH. So he figured out telekinesis all on his own in the meantime which made him capable of calling the lightsaber to free himself in the wampa's cave.

Jedi taking in little children to teach them makes a lot of sense in light of Luke's training in ESB. Yoda even says that he has much to unlearn. Jedi teaching is necessary because to use the Force, one needs to develop a unique mindset and belief in the unseen which is extremely hard to achieve for rational adults. All of these instructions sound easy, but putting them to practice must be super hard. Teaching the Jedi mindset to children, who don't have any preconceived notions about what is possible or not, is probably the most efficient way and ensures the highest success rate. Luke learning so well as an adult must be a huge accomplishment and a proof of his strong connection to the Force.

"There is another". Leia having those moments of intuition, like her sensing something bad when they arrive on Bespin, not trusting Lando, then hearing Luke's call and immediately turning the ship back to rescue him, without any questions, also shows her own strong power and potential as a Jedi. It can be seen as the twins' own awareness of their bond. Luke was determined to rescue her in ANH without knowing who she was, in ESB he doesn't even know she's Force-sensitive, it's instinctual that he reaches out to her. The Force is entirely based on feelings, gut hunches. Vader senses that Rebels are on Hoth without any evidence to support it, Luke goes to Dagobah because a ghost told him to do it when he was half-dead and hallucinating. Luke feels the connection with Leia, but doesn't yet know what it is. Though he figures it out pretty quickly in ROTJ, so he must have had the answer in his subconscious, just like in Vader's case.

I wonder if Vader also felt some connection with Leia and that's why he wanted to take her and Chewie instead of leaving them with Lando? More rational explanation would be that he intended to interrogate them about Rebellion, but Vader sensing Leia's Force-sensitivity or having another hunch that he was following blindly would be completely understandable and in character for him in this movie.

I know comics and additional SW media have Vader find out about Luke's identity before ESB, which has its own merits for the story. However, why would such a huge reveal be done offscreen and then explained that Vader was just pretending to be surprised when the Emperor tells him the news? I think the movie scenario with Vader finding out about Luke's existence from Palpatine is actually pretty great too, because then his first reaction is to go into protective mode and convince his Master that they don't need to kill Luke, they can turn him, he can be useful. Vader finds out he has a son and he immediately says: "He's just a boy". He's not, Luke is an adult and a rebel soldier, but Vader sees his son as a child and vulnerable, in need of his protection. It's very sweet :) And then he rushes off to grab his son himself before Palpatine sends any assassins to off Luke.

When Luke jumps off into the chasm, is he choosing death over joining Vader, or is he following the will of the Force - as it ultimately leads him to safety? I think it's the second option, he chose the more dangerous and uncertain path rather than the easy one - surrendering to the dark. He wasn't trying to kill himself.

"I love you" "I know" is an iconic scene but I think it's too often taken out of context. I really like that it's actually a resolution to the whole Han/Leia arc in this movie. It starts with their argument - Han is trying to convince Leia that she loves him, but she denies it and says he's delusional. When she finally confesses her true feelings, he says "I know" because this is what he's been telling her from the very beginning! He knew it from the start of the movie. I'm curious what happened between them in the time since ANH that Leia fell in love with Han and he became aware of it.

I like that Han saved both Luke and Leia on Hoth, first he rescued Luke when he went missing, then he made sure Leia evacuated from the base. Han's very reliable in that way.

Same with Lando, he was trying to help Han and appease the Empire, but Vader was constantly altering the deal and making it worse. Finally, Lando couldn't take it anymore and rebelled, because if Vader isn't keeping his word, why should Lando? The Empire always takes more and more, there's no option for a compromise or a mutually beneficial deal.

[earlgreytea68]

I just finished a show on Netflix called "Envidiosa," and I loved it, which is unusual for me, since I usually get easily annoyed by most fiction these days.

I saw a lot of people complaining that the heroine was awful and selfish and horrible, and I was wondering what was wrong with me that I sympathized with her. Like, she made a bunch of bad decisions, but I always understood why she was making those decisions. The show, to me, really paid attention to its actual characters and how they would behave and what they would do. Also, the MC really spoke to me. She's a 40-year-old woman who feels like everyone else got the "perfect life" but her, which she defines as marriage and kids. The storyline of the show is more complex than that, but it really did resonate with me, because I am a single, childless woman in my 40s, and I am very happy, I don't want to suggest that I'm not, but I also know that I spend a lot a lot of years thinking I really NEEDED to get married and have kids, that that would of course be what my future had to look like, because that's what it looked like for everyone all around me and that's what society tells us, and I really felt for this MC struggling with her life not turning out the way it was "supposed to." I don't think we see enough characters out there really grappling with that in as much depth as this show did. Like, yeah, sometimes you DO feel like everyone shows up with nothing but good news and you're the only loser whose life isn't going well. Idk, maybe that's just a me thing but my twenties were a rough time and this really made me feel more seen but in a good way, like, yeah, I recognized this person and her struggle.

But then this show did something even more shocking and actually let the OTP, like, get to know each other and develop a relationship so that you could understand why they would want to be together????? This seems like the most basic element of a romcom but wow, almost NONE of them bother to actually do this, they just give you, like, a montage scene of the OTP walking on the beach together or playing a board game and they're like, "SEE, THEY'RE OBVIOUSLY PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER." This show took its time and the OTP had a bunch of scenes together where they actually had fun with each other and connected with each other and I was rooting for them so hard and really, I almost never root for the OTP of a romcom because usually I don't care about them at all lol.

Anyway, I was really, really impressed by this show. I didn't expect so much going in, but it was very thoughtful and well-done. Also, it was hilarious. I laughed so much. All of the characters were great and I loved all of them. I don't speak fluent Spanish but I understand enough to get by and the subtitling of this show is awful, there were so many jokes that I could hear in the original Spanish being spoken that just were lost in the subtitles, sigh, I wish they would have done a better job with that. But it's okay, because it didn't REALLY take away from the rest of the show.

Oh, also, the soundtrack was awesome, A+.

So, I very seldom recommend anything, as you know, I am the most difficult person in the world to please. And I can totally see how some people might hate this show, like, I get it, the MC is a lot to deal with. But I also really loved her and if you want a show about good characters behaving in a way that mostly makes sense and isn't just manipulated for plot purposes, this was a good one, PLUS it was funny, PLUS it had a decent ending (there's another season coming that makes me nervous but I was very satisfied with these two seasons). (And I HATE stupid contrivances to keep an OTP apart, I really do, and I was worried every once in a while that this show was veering off into that territory, but it always swerved its way back onto the track for me, mostly because it always was so rooted in the characters that I got what it was doing and going for, and again, it helped that EVERYONE seemed alike a fully imagined person on the canvase, not just the OTP.) (Well, the love triangle girl that the guy starts dating kind of bothered me but she was the only one.)

[plainsviemenace]

"We're each other's porn stars, no one else's. Hey the camera loves you. " Sure Max had his kinks but just because he knew some things he liked didn't mean he tried them on everyone. A lot of this was him exploring for the first time to. "Wrestlers are almost naked anyway so I'm used to performing with all my shit on display." A lot of times you could see the outline of his cock in his trunks but he thought nothing of it. "And we're hot as fuck when we're fucking each other even hotter when we're making love." Lust was one thing but the raw emotion of love was another and you could see it in their faces every time they were together. "I was going to say that I'm not doing that. I love your outfits and yes... I did. Got to have my wife dressed proper for the ring." It was all another form of roleplay. "I don't like thinking about that. As far as I can see, things won't change and I'll be all yours except on Wednesdays unless I do a movie and then it all depends on where it's filming and what you're doing at the moment but we'll make it work, baby." He could sense a sadness and wondered what she was thinking but didn't ask. Instead he kissed her and repeated himself. "No matter what, we'll make it work."

She didn't have to explain, he knew why and that's why he hadn't done it. Too many people, easier to be caught and it get out. Sure they were a couple and people knew that but that's not the kind of press she needed. It wouldn't affect him and he could even brag as a heel in a promo about it (which he would never do) but it would affect her and she got a lot of unfair backlash as it was. He wasn't given anyone ammunition to use against her. Her little whine as so cute and he stroked her face. "Bend you over my kneed and spank you till your ass is a deep red. Would you do that? Touch yourself again after I tell you not to?" He could have said something and it danced on his tongue but didn't come out. He didn't feel comfortable saying he would get another woman if she couldn't stop being a brat and mind her daddy. It would be a joke since he never would do that but knowing her past, he couldn't joke about that because she might start to question him and doubt herself. "I heard my phone go off so I checked it and I did love my present. It's going to get every inch, baby. Daddy's cock has been twitching all night to be inside of you." As soon as she put his hand under her skirt, he could feel her wetness and smirked that she wasn't wearing panties now. His fingers teased her briefly before they left to go back to the truck. He opened the back door and kissed her before they got in. As she straddled his lap he lift her top off of her and started to play with her nipples and rub her breasts. "It's okay babydoll. Daddy shouldn't have teased you like he did. He doesn't like to see his little girl sad and I knew you were horny, it's been awhile but it's time we fucked each other again. I'll take care of my horny girl and she won't need to act out." A moan left his lips as she stroked his cock and soon she was lowering herself onto his shaft. "That's my pretty girl, fuck. I missed your pussy so bad. " He twisted her nipples as he leaned up enough to suck on them. Gripping her hips he met her thrust for thrust, going deeper each time. Slapping her ass he moaned. "Ride your cowboy baby , work those hips like only you can." She was so limber and he loved how her body moved. "Daddy's going to have you cuming all night long. You can scream all you want baby cause you don't need your voice for a few days."

“Just us and a camera. You know, you’re turning me into a porn star with all the pictures and videos now. Good thing I love being on camera.” She let out a laugh. She’d let him take out whenever he wanted to. And she even had to admit it was hot to watch them after the fact. There was never anything wrong, or thinking she could do something better while watching them. “No, no ripping my stage clothes. I meant my clothes when we go wrestle,” she paused, her head cocking to the side as his words registered in her head. “Wait, you bought me a wrestling gear? You didn’t have to do that.” She wasn’t surprised. He loved giving her things as much as she did. But she had assumed she’d wear her normal clothes to this. “I agree. I remember when you had to leave tour to go do dynamite and those days were just hard. And that was early on in our relationship, can’t imagine how hard it’s gonna be when have to be apart now. If it gets to be more than a day, we’re going to have to figure out a schedule. Not sure I can go longer than a week without being in your arms.” She was dependent on him, and she knew it was just slightly unhealthy but she guessed it would fade over time. Or he would get tired of her like everyone else. 

Sabrina nodded in agreement, “I was drunk and fine with it too. And I would have been fine with it tonight. If there was less people or we were in a room alone, I’d let you fuck me on the table.” She confirmed. Maybe that could be another fantasy they did together. She knew a few restaurants where you could rent out a whole room to yourself. She whined as he mentioned jacking off and then his hand. “That’s fine. I feel like it’s more personal when your hand spanks me. Gonna bend me over your knee? Or just get me on all fours on the bed?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. “Gonna let me lay in bed all night and not have any orgasms? What if I use my hands while you’re sleeping?” She inquired, licking her lips. There was still a way around to get what she wanted and disobey him. And now she was just trying to push to see how far she could get before he got mad at her. As she got back to the table, she laughed as he mentioned the picture. “Ah, I was wondering if you had seen it yet. Thought you would enjoy it. It’s already aching for your cock.” She grabbed his hand and moved under her skirt so he could feel how wet she still was for him. “Give me two seconds.” She said as she chugged the wine. “Let’s go,” she said as she slid out of the booth and took his hand. Once they got out to the trunk, she had assumed he was gonna open the passenger door, but surprised her by opening the back seat. “Ah, okay daddy.” She patted his chest before she crawled into the backseat. Once they were both in the back, she moved and straddled his lap. “I am sorry for being a bad girl for you tonight daddy.” She said softly, her hand cupping his cheek as she kissed him. Sabrina knew when to switch to the side he wanted. While her other hand moved to start undoing his button of his jeans. “I was just so horny for you.” Her hand slipped into his jeans, wrapping around his cock and slowly started stroking it before she pulled it out. "Let me make it up to you, yeah." She adjusted herself, lining his length up with her entrance and then slid down. A gasp escaping once he was fully in her. Since they were alone now, she didn’t have to be quiet anymore and as she moved her hips, her moans got louder. “Oh fuck, I missed your cock, daddy.” She said between breaths, her hands gripping onto his shoulders. 

[badadboombadabing26]

Me and Rigsby are like this 🤞when it comes to Grace

[beingatoaster]

DAWN OF THE FINAL DAY

(though better yet, the car is packed and I am leaving within the hour :D I originally thought I'd stay through lunch and do the bulk of my driving tomorrow, but Grandma thought "leaving Sunday" meant "Sunday morning" and frankly this week has been stressful enough that I didn't dispute her)

[dbphantom]

you know if you guys voted for stretch armstrong i probably would have shut up a lot sooner tonight

[savage-rhi]

I'm very much a, "fuck yeah and fuck you, I don't need validation! I'm me, cunts!" kinda fella, but sometimes I could use support.

[sysig]

Hm ok what's your favorite or a really cool worlbuilding thing you've done? For any fandom or original or even an unimplemented idea

Hmm well at least in the past decade, my big worldbuilding projects have mostly come down to three-ish stories: Other Side of the Gun, Adventures of Gæilo and Ethon, and Just Desserts

OSG was an Invader ZiM fancomic concept I started around 2013 to justify every single Irken headcanon I ever came up with lol - I never finished it, or even really started it, but I put a lot of time and energy into its roughs back in the day :)

^A stick figure recap of Ch. 1, inspired by - what else - the Vargas stick figure recaps lol

One that you can see over here is all the work I did for my DnD campaign, AGE! (Though its sideblog hasn't been updated in a while haha - the AGE tag over here works just as well) I basically homebrewed a pantheon and had an absolute blast designing all the gods and their forms before they became gods and even things like architectural differences in their churches and the BBEG and his motivations and just ah <3 Such a fun project :D

It also laid the groundwork for things like Pokemon Homestyle, specifically all my papercrafts! You can really see how I leveled up haha

And my latest has been Just Desserts! Even with less time under its belt, it's still pretty expansive, as evidenced by my icon and theme and the backlog lol, and it's the one I have the most AUs of! (Though OSG does come close actually haha) There are still some thorny details I'm trying to iron out, especially to do with the magic system, but all the characters and creatures and the fact that I made my own fighting minigame, ah, pleased! I've never been so happy with a sona before Charm! ♥ From the very beginning it's been so fun to work on and I still want to improve!

[ordinary-barbie]

warm enough for you outside, baby (tell me if it's warm enough here for you)

summary: Rafe is sick of watching you hopelessly pine for another guy, so he decides to take matters into his own hands.

word count: 2.2k

tags: mean!rafe, rafe is lowkey jealous, unrequited love, enemies (sort of) to lovers, pet names (princess, baby, sweetheart), au where jj is a kook, jj x kiara mentions, everyone is about 21 here, unprotected p in v, oral (fem receiving), fingering, mention of reader having periods, insecure!reader, creampie

note: title comes from Drew Barrymore by SZA!

Smut incoming under the cut—18+ only! Minors DNI!

You honestly made Rafe sick.

Every party, it was the same shit: you'd follow Jackson Genrette like a puppy, lapping up any crumbs of attention he gave you. Rafe thought things would be different once JJ started dating Kiara Carrera, but somehow, you got even worse. You'd show up to parties with friends but send him longing looks the entire time, as if Genrette could read your mind and run into your arms.

Rafe clenched his jaw as he watched you watching JJ and Kiara. The two of them were cuddled on the couch, Kiara's head thrown back in laughter as JJ whispered something into her ear. Did you seriously not see how pathetic it was to pine over someone interested in somebody else?

Rafe got up, ignoring the eager looks other Kook girls were sending him, and sidled up to you. You had absconded to an abandoned living room corner, gripping a cup of punch in your hand as you stared longingly at your crush and his girlfriend.

"You know he's never gonna look at you like that, right?" Rafe blurted, startling you. You turned to Rafe, frowning.

"You don't know what you're talking about," you muttered, trying to keep your composure.

Rafe snorted. "Princess, come on. You've been giving him the same 'fuck me' puppy dog eyes since high school. Just face it—he's not into you."

You huffed, scowling at Rafe. "You're such an asshole."

"So I've been told," Rafe replied, smirking at you.

"I honestly don't know why I can't get over him," you admitted, your lip wobbling. "He's just so...nice. And funny. It hurts that he only sees me as a friend."

Rafe couldn't help but feel a little bad for you, but a bigger part of him was so done with the moping over fucking Genrette of all people. Not like he was doing the same towards you, yearning from afar. That was totally different, obviously.

"Well, you know what they say—the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else," Rafe casually replied, his grin turning downright lecherous. You gulped, that smile sending a bolt of lightning straight to your core.

You rolled your eyes. "What are you even talking about, Cameron?"

Rafe chuckled. "I mean, why waste your time simping over Genrette when you have other options?"

You froze, not knowing what to say. Was Rafe Cameron, of all people, offering to hook up with you?

"If this is some weird pity fuck, you can forget it," you snapped. "I don't need you feeling sorry for me."

Rafe's smile grew lopsided. "Is it really that unbelievable that I would want to hook up with you, princess?"

You shrugged, fixing Rafe with a deadpan stare. "A little bit, yeah."

Rafe tsked at you, shaking his head. "You've been spending so much time making goo-goo eyes at him that you can't even see what's right in front of you, huh?"

He moved closer to you, brushing his lips against your ear. "Let me make you feel good," he murmured.

Your heart was racing. You got a whiff of his scent—an earthy, musky scent that made you want to bury your head in the side of his neck and inhale. You thought Rafe was cute—he may be a bit of a prick, but you had eyes, after all—but never would've imagined talking to him, let alone being with him in that way.

Fuck it. The boy you'd been crushing on since ninth grade would never return your affections, and at least Rafe was showing you some interest. You quickly downed your punch, letting the red solo cup drop to the ground with a thud.

"Make me feel good then," you said breathily, staring deeply into Rafe's eyes.

Rafe let out a low groan. "You're fuckin' killing me, sweetheart," he mumbled, before grabbing your hand and quickly leading you up the stairs of whatever Kook's house this was.

-

Rafe found a random room and kicked the door open before quickly locking it behind you. You wanted to look at the decor, but Rafe's lips were on yours before you could scope out the place. You supposed it didn't matter anyway, since Rafe would have you buried into the mattress soon enough.

You looped your arms around Rafe's neck, timidly kissing him back. You hadn't had much kissing experience besides the odd game of Truth or Dare or Seven Minutes in Heaven at a party, so you were a tad nervous. But then Rafe lightly bit your lip, enjoying your soft moan before sliding his tongue inside, and you found yourself passionately kissing him back.

"Take this off. Now," Rafe commanded, tugging at the hem of your blue sundress. You readily obliged, stripping down to just your underwear.

Rafe looked at you hungrily, eyeing your chest. "Fuckin perfect," he rasped. "Can't believe you've been hiding these tits from me."

He easily picked you up and threw you on the bed, shedding himself of his clothes save for his Calvin Klein boxers. Rafe climbed on top of you, burying his face in your chest and nipping at your breasts. You whimpered, which seemed to spur him on more as he soothed the bites with kisses.

He continued leaving a trail of kisses down your body until he reached your thighs. "Open up for me, princess," he murmured, running his fingers down your legs.

You tried to protest. "Rafe, I haven't shaved—"

"I don't give a shit. Lemme eat you out," Rafe demanded, his pupils blown out with lust.

You complied, spreading your legs open for Rafe. He pushed your panties to the side easily settled into his new position between your thighs, diving into your cunt like a starved man. He wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking it with a fervor that made you loudly gasp, bucking your hips.

"You're not going anywhere, sweetheart—you taste too fuckin good," Rafe mumbled, pinning your hips down with both hands. He flattened his tongue, lapping at your folds before lazily licking your clit. You whined, feeling a white-hot pressure down in your gut.

You felt Rafe's smirk against your inner thighs. "Gonna cum for me already?"

"Uh huh," you mumbled, too caught up in your pleasure to form a coherent response.

Rafe slid one of his hands down to your clit, pressing down on it and rubbing circles on it with your thumb. You moaned, arching your back off the bed and clenching your thighs around Rafe's head as you came undone for him.

Rafe removed himself from your cunt and sat back, licking his lips. "Goddamn, baby. Genrette is a fucking moron to miss out on this."

You looked up at Rafe, your eyes instantly drawn to the straining erection in his black briefs. "See something you like?" he asked cockily.

Your cheeks grew warm. "I mean—I guess so," you bashfully replied

Rafe chuckled lowly. "You're so shy, princess. It's adorable."

You rolled your eyes. "Just—are you gonna fuck me or what?" you grumbled, your core throbbing with pent-up frustration.

Rafe's grin was devilish. "All you had to do was ask, baby."

He tossed his briefs to the side, revealing his thick, throbbing cock, its tip flushed an angry red. Your mouth went dry as you gaped at Rafe, just in awe of how a dick could be so...pretty.

"Fuck, I gotta see where Chase keeps the condoms," Rafe said, dragging a hand over his face.

"No need—I'm on the pill," you said, smiling shyly.

"Oh shit, are you actually getting some? Maybe you're more of a freak than I thought," Rafe teased, his dick twitching at your confession.

"It's to help regulate my periods, you perv," you said sharply. "Unfortunately, I'm still a sad little virgin."

Rafe's cheeks turned pink. "'m sorry, I didn't mean to come off like an asshole," he mumbled, sounding contrite.

"I just always imagined he'd be my first. That's pathetic, I know," you admitted, laughing bitterly. "When we were, like, fifteen, he and I made this dumb pact that if we were both still virgins by the time we graduated, then we'd sleep together. Obviously, that didn't happen."

Rafe's jaw ticked. He'd never been Genrette’s biggest fan, but you'd given him even more reasons to dislike the guy. You were sweet and sarcastic and beautiful—how could he not see this? How could he casually offer to take your virginity, not realizing that you'd given your entire heart to him?

"Gonna fuck you so good, you forget his name," Rafe growled, pushing himself inside of you. You moaned, enjoying the feeling of his cock inside you, stretching you out.

Rafe began thrusting into you, brushing up against your clit with his tip and setting every nerve in your body alight. "Fuck, Rafe—feels so good," you gasped.

Rafe lifted up one of your legs and put it atop his shoulder, allowing himself to plow even deeper into you. You mewled, feeling his tip all the way in your cervix. Your body tingled, legs trembling, and you came apart for Rafe again, creaming all over his cock.

Rafe pulled out, panting, his eyes fiery with desire. "Turn around for me and show me that ass," he ordered. You rolled over on your stomach and he hummed appreciatively, smacking your butt. "Fuck. You're like a work of art."

Your cheeks grew warm again; you were still unused to being desired like this. In the past, JJ had told you you looked nice, and you'd held on to those casual comments like they were love letters. But Rafe? He gazed at you as if you were Aphrodite, ready and willing to worship at the goddess's altar. You knew you didn't need a guy's validation, but damn if Rafe didn't make you feel beautiful right now.

Rafe slid back into you, fucking you faster, and grunted when your pussy tightened around him. "You're so fuckin tight and wet for me, princess. i love this sweet little pussy."

Rafe gripped your hips, his cock throbbing inside of you. "Gonna cum," he warned. "You ready for me to fill you up, baby?"

You clenched around him again, and Rafe chuckled. "Oh, you like that, yeah? Such a good girl for me."

Rafe let out another grunt as he released inside of you, ropes of his hot cum filling your pussy. Rafe pulled out slowly, admiring the way his creampie was leaking out of you.

You and Rafe lay next to each other, your chests heaving as you recovered. "Hey—thanks," you shyly said to him.

"For what?" Rafe asked, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you to his chest.

"For the sex, of course," you joked, causing Rafe to snort. "But also for breaking that spell over me. I wasted so much time pining over someone who never saw me as more than someone to play Mario Kart with."

Rafe kissed your collarbone. "He's an idiot," he mumbled. "But I'm actually glad. Because it meant I finally got to do this."

You laughed, beaming at Rafe. "Rafe Cameron. Do you have a crush on me?"

Rafe lifted his head up, his ears flushing bright red. "Shut up. Maybe I do, alright? It's not a big deal."

You looked at Rafe fondly. "You're kinda cute. I guess I'll keep you around."

Rafe lazily smirked at you. "I'm all yours, baby."

You got up to clean yourself, but Rafe grabbed you by the waist. "Where d'ya think you're going, huh?"

"Gonna clean off all this cum, thanks to you," you quipped.

Rafe’s mouth curled into a smug grin. “Nah, put on your panties and keep it inside of you for the rest of the night. Want you to remember who you belong to.”

You shivered, weirdly loving his possessiveness right now. You got off the bed and pulled your underwear back on, moaning a little at his sticky cum in your panties. The thought of walking around all night, still stuffed with his load, made your pussy throb.

“Now, cmon,” Rafe said, jumping to his feet and putting his clothes back on. “Get dressed—there’s a whole party out there we’re missing.”

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Villain!Ghost x Pregnant!Wife!Reader

Synopsis: Your husband wants your company..

A/n: GUYS OMG, I know it's been 1 month and a little more since my last official work. I've been procrastinating on this for so long since I only have less than a week till school again.. Also everyone I love on this app is just disappearing, like @ghost-cyphera just deleted her account 4 days ago and I got the notif but didn't see it in time, I didn't even get to say goodbye. Just wanted to apologize to you guys after being gone for so long as well. Also, another villain!Ghost drabble? 👀

Finding it difficult to walk was one of the least things you've suspected you'd be concerned of upon conceiving, always needing your handmaiden's help in such a mundane task was shameful to say the least but your husband insisted.

If it hadn't been the hand maiden then it would've been him instead, you couldn't keep him from his duties from the kingdom as he carried even yours. Wanting you to turn your attention to the health of the babe growing in you and especially yourself..

"My lady.." you were pulled out of your thoughts by the voice of your handmaiden. You took in a breath from the cool air that blew on your face as you stood by the stone railing..

"Yes, Leticia?" You turned to her..

"The prince consort has requested your company.." Leticia announced, you nod as you removed your hand from the cold stone. You glanced once more to the people of your kingdom, going about their day and life before gently lifting yourself off from leaning on the stone.

Leticia offered you her arm to help you walk more efficiently..

...

"You sent for me..?" You asked your husband, he was sat and signing another set of documents and scrolls. You closed the door, palms gently pushing till you heard it click.

"No, I told them to announce my arrival to you. How dare they exert my wife by giving her false instructions.." he huffed to which you laughed. He wouldn't do anything violent about it, as he so usually does with staff that don't comply but he knew it'd upset you if anything gory were to happen to them.

"I am quite alright, I need to move around too. It's proven to be good for our child." You said, sitting next to the graciously comfortable chair next to his working desk that he had someone make for you.

You felt relief from the pressure previously on your back, hand on the bump of your stomach and with that a sigh came from your lips. Peacefully watching your husband, the sound of the satisfying scratching of the quill on the crisp papers.

You felt his hand grasp yours, he pulled it, lips resting on the back. His affection made your heart beat faster and he felt it, the pad of his index finger on your wrist. The thumping made him chuckle as you smiled and leaned your head on his shoulder.

"You should rest for a while, my love. You'd work yourself to sickness at this point." You kiss his cheek softly. He put his quill down, "If that's my wife wants.." he said.

He wrapped his arm around you, the other hand placed on your baby bump. His thumb gently rubbing, you jolted a bit feeling a strong kick..

It made you groan, how restless the rascal is. Your husband adjusted his hand to feel the next kick.. he'd swear it was a girl, not that he'd care for that sort of thing. He'd kill for them either way, especially for you. He could stare at you all day, swollen with his child.

How glowing you looked wrapped in the finest silk and the gold and jewels in your hair and body clicking upon contact with another piece, he wished he could tell you how utterly speechless you'd leave each man by just walking passed them but to him no word is enough to describe you.

At least he could spend these small intimate moments with just you and you alone, free of the world for even just a few minutes as he needed a break from the work he very much was eager to do to be able to receive praise from his wife..

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[abbotsanatomy]

Jack x reader

Possessive & Protective Jack. Reader is the hospital social worker. Jack finds out a grieving family member has been stalking and harassing reader.!

⨳ (I’LL BE WATCHING YOU)

pairing: jack abbot x social worker!reader warnings: age gap (28, and 49), depictions of stalking, grief, child death, epilepsy (seizures), verbal assault, physical assault. author's note: this was a rough one to write tbh! hope u like! title’s totally inspired by ‘every breath you take,’ i love double meanings lol

“Good morning!” you greet, strolling into the ER break room.

You set aside the coffees you bought for everyone. It's your turn to bring everyone their fix tonight. They're nothing fancy, as can be expected from someone who earns almost half of what everyone else around here does.

You pick one of the brown coffee cups up from the paper cupholder on the counter, “Or, Y'know. Good night?”

“Live-saver!” one of the second-year residents yells. She's quick to grab one of the coffees, too.

The few people in the break room do the same, thanking you along the way. They slowly filter out, presumably going to tell everyone the break room's stocked up again so they can get their own before it's all gone.

It's just you and Dana Evans in the small room now. She's never been one for rushing home the moment her shift's over. She always lingers, you feel like you might know her even better than the night shift's charge nurse. The affinity you have for her can also be attributed, in huge part, to the fact that the veteran charge nurse reminds you of Dr.Abbot.

“Hey, kid. I heard what happened yesterday,” she starts. “Are you good?”

Wow. Word gets around much quicker than you expected. What happened yesterday should've been less than a blip on someone like Dana's radar.

The situation in question was just a grieving parent who'd said some pretty nasty things to you. He was in shock. You understand. You have to; it's your job.

His anger was justified. You were partially responsible for him missing his kid's last few moments. The memories kept you up all day.

The girl was barely two. When they came in, she was having an epileptic seizure that wouldn't go away. Upon further investigation, the doctors, with a neuro consult, told her father there was a surgery that could reduce her seizures. He'd heard about it before, but he was skeptical.

Apparently, having had his seizing daughter in his arms, unable to do anything but wait for an ambulance changed his mind.

There was one minor problem, though. Before they could get his daughter prepped for surgery, the hospital needed his insurance documents. She was stable; this wasn't emergency surgery. So the financial aspect was, unfortunately, a priority.

“Her mother's out of town. It's just me. I can't leave her alone,” he'd told you.

“Well, she still needs to be monitored for a while. And I understand you want the surgery immediately,” you'd reasoned with him. “Maybe you can make it home and back quickly, before she wakes up.”

He was hesitant at first, but you were determined. You'd help where you can.

“I'll be with her the whole time. I promise. Our doctors will do the best they can to make sure she's comfortable and safe.”

Safe. What a stupid word to use. She wasn't safe when he came back. She was dead.

She'd had another seizure minutes after he left. The entire medical team tried their best, you know that. You were there, holding her hand through it all. Begging her to stay strong for her dad.

When he came back, he was held back by security as he shouted all kinds of evil truths at you.

“You bitch.”

“You all killed her.”

“I could've been here if it wasn't for you!”

It was all true.

His words have replayed in your mind ever since. So, no, you aren't good. But there's nothing a charge nurse you're sure has been through worse can do about it, so you won't tell her.

“Mhm, I'm fine. Don't worry about me,” you lie, straight to her face.

You have a feeling she doesn't believe you, but she's also smart enough to recognize when someone doesn't want to talk about something. So, she drops it.

“Alright. Be kind to yourself, okay? Take some time off if you need it,” she advises, and you trust her judgement. It isn't like you'll listen to her, though.

“Okay. I'll try.”

Dana walks out of the break room, but not before giving you a long hug. On a good day, you'd be soaring with happiness. Today, it makes you feel just slightly better.

You're mid-sip when your favorite attending walks in. Jack looks shocked to see you. He'd given you the exact same advice Dana just did. You'd obviously not taken it.

He walks towards the counter you're leaning against. You feel like he's about to tell you off. He just stands there for a long moment. Then, he's searching your face for something. A sign of distress, maybe?

He doesn't find whatever it is he's looking for. You smile at how ridiculous this staring habit of his is.

“Are you good?” he parrots Dana.

Your brows crease, “Have you and Nurse Evans been talking about me?”

Jack looks confused.

“I'm fine. I'm great, even. Okay?” you demand.

He nods, but it's very hesitant.

“I have a shrink. I'm seeing her after work. You don't have to worry about me,” you reiterate.

Everything he could say was said yesterday. He reassured you for thirty minutes after, brought you water and food in between patients. There's nothing more he can say right now.

He just grabs one of the coffees you brought, “Thank you.”

His tone's a little too sincere for what this is. You'll take it.

You both exit the break room and part ways to get on with your shifts. His eyes are front and center in your mind the entire time, especially when you need some comfort.

You've been on edge lately. You're flinching at things you aren't supposed to. You close your curtains whenever you're home alone. You just can't shake this feeling that you're being watched.

The 90$-an-hour therapist you visit once a month says it's a symptom of your PTSD. That's of no consequence, because the anxiety feels as real as can be. Your nerves are fried all the time.

You need a break. There's one person in particular you want to spend your time off with. He's been invited to your apartment for dinner tonight. Thankfully, Jack hasn’t embarrassed you by rejecting your invitation.

He's just texted you that he's on his way now. You're in the kitchen with your cooking playlist playing in the background. It's the kind of mellow moment you haven't experienced in weeks. You're bringing the wooden mixing spoon up to your mouth to get a taste, when the moment's rudely interrupted.

Someone's pulling you back, with their arm tightly wrapped around your throat. This isn't psychosis, paranoia, or PTSD. This is real.

You try to hit back with the spoon in your hand, but it quickly clatters to the floor, splattering soup everywhere.

Your next line of defense is clawing your way out. Literally. You scratch and pull away at the stranger's arm. It's minimally effective. You're trying to scream out for help, too. It barely comes out as a squeak.

Your vision's getting blurry, when you feel someone tackle the intruder, bringing them to the floor. You can hear an altercation happening on your floor, right next to where you're coughing up a storm, just trying to catch your breath again.

Someone's landing more than a few punches, in the distance. The sound becomes much less distressing when you realize it's Jack who has the upper hand in this fight. His eyes lack the tenderness they usually have when you’re staring back at them.

“Jack...” you croak out, trying to pull him out of it.

He stops, pulling the guy under him up by the collar. That's when you realize it's the same grieving man who was shouting at you in the middle of the PTMC’s emergency room, less than a week ago.

Jack slams him against your kitchen wall, his arm pinning the man in place by the throat. On the floor, beside you, is a set of pictures. They must've fallen from the man’s pocket mid-brawl. They're all of you. At your therapist's office. At home. At work.

He's been watching you, following you. The realization fills you with dread.

You pull your phone out and dial 911 immediately.

“Are you okay?” Jack asks, his eyes still set on the man in front of him.

“Yes, I'm fine. Be gentle,” you tell him.

He shakes his head subtly. He'd be smiling a little too, if he wasn't so angry at the man in front of him. Of course, you'd want him to be gentle with the man who was about to kill you. You've always seen the best in everyone.

He can’t ever deny you a thing, so he's as gentle as he can be, with how furious he is right now.

“911, what's your emergency?” you hear on the other end.

Jack takes care of it all. Tells the officers what happened, shows them the pictures, escorts them out. All you could manage for now was a few hums in agreement to the questions the officers asked you.

Once they left, Jack came to sit beside you on the couch. Now, he’s been staring at your neck intensely. You can tell he wants to take a look.

“Do you mind?”

“Nope,” you answer, pulling your hair to the side.

His fingers are gentle on your neck, as they graze the bruise forming there.

His voice is tight, like he's still barely containing his anger, “It looks alright. It'll just be slightly bruised.”

You nod, “Thank you. For everything.”

Your hand finds his, interlocking your fingers. He brings your joined hands up to his mouth, to place a chaste kiss onto the back of your hand. You grin, and finally look up from the spot on your carpet you’d been staring at.

There's a cut on his cheek, still bleeding. You bring your other hand to rest on his cheek, pressing your mouth to the skin beside the cut.

“Let me take care of that for you,” you offer.

It's almost like he didn't even hear you, though. “You probably shouldn't go to work tomorrow.”

You nod in agreement, “Yeah, probably.

“Can you stay?” you propose, barely louder than a whisper.

You're asking because it'd make you feel safer. He can tell. He agrees, immediately.

You pull your hand away to go grab the first aid kit in your bathroom cabinet. You're also rehearsing how you're going to convince him to sleep in your bed with you, instead of the couch. He ends up being very easy to convince.

[bizarrelovetriangel]

interruptions.

all he wants is to have you all to himself but everyone keeps getting in his way.

fluff and slightly suggestive. brief references to chaotic velocity and his myth.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

He groans against your lips as his hands caresses your hips, urging you to grind against his thighs.

His bedroom is silent apart from the sounds of your exchange of heated kisses, your heavy breaths in-between, as well as the rustling of your clothes as your bodies yearn for friction.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Sylus thrusted up to let you feel his excitement, and you responded by palming him through his pants, earning a low growl from his parted lips.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

You pulled away as the ringtone of his phone blares closely next to you. You gave him a look before he pinches his temples and reaching for the device on his night stand.

"You better have a good reason to interrupt me on such an important time."

This is the third time in just two days.

Sylus doesn't know how much more interruptions he can take.

"Looks like I'll have to cut our time short again." Sylus frowns as he gets up from the bed. "I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"Don't worry about it."

Being Onychinus' leader can be demanding, so you're not mad at him at all. In fact, at the moment, you're doing your best to hold back a laugh.

"Before you leave, maybe take a cold shower first."

Two days later, as you were leaving your workplace, you ran into your lover who's dressed in his favorite leather jacket, bathing in darkness.

"Sylus?! What are you doing here?"

It's the middle of the week. You usually don't get to see each other until the weekends, unless spontaneous plans come up. You figured this is one of those special cases.

"Do I need a reason to see my girlfriend?"

"No, but you do need to be cautious when picking up said girlfriend from her job, which may or may not be interested in catching some suspicious people who love lurking in the shadows."

There's not an ounce of worry in his eyes at all. "Luckily, I have a strong kitten who'd protect me should anyone dare to put their hands on me."

You playfully punched his arm as you walked next to him. "You could've at least texted me."

"A surprise usually works out only if someone doesn't know what'll happen." He then taps your head. "There's a restaurant that I've been meaning to check out. Want to come?"

Your heart and stomach cheered happily, deeming him as your savior. After all, you're starving after such a long day at work. "Of course!"

Around ten at night, dinner was done and you ended up relaxing at an empty, quiet park. You sat down on a bench surrounded by red flowers and you rested your head on his left arm while he holds your right hand.

At first, the two of you enjoyed the moment of silence and appreciated each other's warmth and company.

You could've fallen asleep then and there.

If only Sylus didn't start leaving kisses all over your face. He dropped them one by one, slowly and softly, as if you're something precious that could vanish at any second if he isn't careful enough.

As his lips pressed against yours, his right hand brushes up and down from your knee to your thigh, warming up your body during the cold night.

Sylus' ragged breaths urged you to deepen the kiss while caressing his face, though your makeout session was short-lasted as a group of chatty, cackling teenagers had decided to hit up the very spot that you two are in.

Clicking his tongue, Sylus stood up and reached out one hand for you. "I guess this is our sign to leave. Shall we?"

"Yeah."

You couldn't even bother to hide your disappointment that your time together was once again shortened.

He came with you back at your apartment, though Sylus couldn't stay the night due to plans he has later on.

He wasn't even supposed to see you tonight; he forced it in his busy schedule because his urge to see you was just unbearably strong during these past few days, and the constant interruptions are absolutely not helping.

It's as if the world is purposely getting in the way.

The next interruption came during dinner at a restaurant that you and Sylus have been wanting to visit for months. You made a reservation two weeks ago, and you got to enjoy all the delicious meals and drinks that made the place worthy of Sylus' attention.

You were given the best seats in the restaurant, which would be the special table on the rooftop, decorated with dimmed, beautiful lights to illuminate the dark night, and flowers for your eyes and nose to feast on.

As you were finishing up your wine, you walked towards the edge of the rooftop to observe the scenery around you.

For a moment, Sylus remained seated, only shifting his position so that he could admire you in your beautiful dress.

It's one of his favorite views — you facing away from him, eyes beaming with happiness and lips curled into a soft smile, completely lost in the scenery around you and unaware of how bewitching you are and the trance that you always put him in.

He'll never get tired of it.

"Sylus, look!"

At your call, he appears behind you and immediately wraps his arms around your waist. He gave you a light kiss on the shoulder before moving his gaze to wherever you were pointing at.

Unfortunately, Sylus never got to learn what caught your interest because suddenly, you received signals that a Wanderer is nearby.

And so, dinner ended early and you spent the rest of your energy jumping in action.

The Wanderers certainly became Sylus' punching bags for the night.

At last, you finally won some time to spend in the N109 Zone.

You're at his house and you've just finished eating the dessert that you two made together a few hours ago.

And now, you find yourself trapped against the counter table with Sylus blocking all the ways to escape.

"Can't run from me now, kitten."

His lips touched yours.

"Boss, look what we found!"

"...."

"...."

"....oops..."

"...sorry!"

Luke and Kieran were frozen by the entrance of the kitchen, almost dropping the fancy looking weapon they were carrying.

You let out a laugh to break the silence. "Hey guys!"

Sylus sighs defeateadly. He did acknowledge the twins and the gift they brought to him by giving them a quick but sincere "well done" before turning back to you with a certain glint in his eyes. "I hope you're up for a midnight ride."

"Wait what?!"

He took your left hand and started leading you out of the kitchen.

"Right now?!"

Luke and Kieran only gave you a wave of their hands, still feeling guilty about the interruption. Sylus didn't look mad at them, but he does look frustrated.

Whatever he has planned out with you, they know not to interrupt. Even Mephisto stayed still after giving you a look.

"Here."

Sylus helped you put on a black and red helmet that matches the one he's about to wear.

You eyed the motorcycle and couldn't hold back your excitement.

"Blackrose Archfiend!"

The half-black, half-pink motorcycle with the trademark of a golden crow made you recall the first time you and Sylus rode it and race against other motorcyclists.

"It's been a while!"

Sylus smirks proudly. "I modified it again. I meant for us to test it out tomorrow when we have more time, but this is gonna be our ticket to peace and quiet so we'll use it now."

"Ticket to peace and quiet?"

He ascends the motorcycle and turns on its engine before reaching out a gloved hand for you, inviting you to join him.

"Will you let me be selfish for a little while?"

With a soft smile, you took his hand and sat behind him, holding onto his waist.

You didn't care where he'll take you or how long it'll take to get there.

Your heart races at the adrenaline rush from the roar and speed of the motorcycle, and the cold wind dances all around you as you dart across the moonlit, empty roads of the N109 Zone.

A high mountain roadside, underneath the stars.

That's where you ended up in.

Other than the noises made by the animals that live in the surroundings, there's absolutely no other sounds that'll disturb the comfortable, peaceful silence.

The only light source you have is the full moon right above you, but that's more than enough for you to see the look of content in Sylus' face.

His features are highlighted in such a way that makes him look like an artwork that deserves to be admired by many, and yet you're the only lucky one to see him like this at this.

"You're staring, sweetie."

"And what about it?"

He smiled and scooted closer to you so that your arms are overlapping as you sit on a giant boulder planted deeply on the ground.

"That means I get to stare at you as much as I want in return, right?"

You held up one hand in front of your face and used it as a wall to block his intense gaze. "No!" The way he gazes at you makes your stomach want to explode with various emotions.

No matter how long you've been together, he never fails to make you flustered as if it's just the beginning of your relationship.

Sylus laughed at your hand before intertwining his fingers with yours and putting your conjoined hands on your lap.

"You're mine for the rest of the evening, sweetie. Any objections?

You shook your head, melting at his words. "Not at all."

Despite your playful rejection earlier, Sylus' eyes were unable to keep away from you, finding you more entrancing than anything around you. While he could look at the moon, the stars, and the city lights, he can always see them every night.

He can't say the same for you.

Once upon a time ago, he lost you and you lost him. It was like having your entire world ripped away from you.

The day he found you again... he'll never forget the way that it felt. It was like seeing light for the first time in forever. Like gasping for air after holding your breath for so long.

He's reminded of how lucky he is to be given a second chance of a life with you. Even though he complains about the distance between your homes and your jobs sometimes get in the way of your plans, he'll always be grateful that he can spend any time with you at all.

He'll always cherish every second with you, and he will never take you for granted.

You didn't keep track of the time at all. You two sat there and enjoyed each other's presence, talking about whatever comes up in your head while admiring the stars above and the lights of the N109 Zone from below.

There were times when you two would pause your conversations and just embrace the silence, bringing nothing but comfort that made you want to cuddle — and you did.

At some point, your body had been enveloped by his arms. You're seated between his legs and your back is against his chest. You could feel his steady heartbeat that would occassionally lose its rhythm.

You're spared from the wind's icy kiss, but not from Sylus' warm, gentle ones.

It started off with him casually dropping kisses on random parts of your face. Sometimes, while you're in the middle of rambling, his lips will linger on your skin and you'd forget everything that you were about to say.

Then, his kisses gradually became more fierce. From the moment he fixated on your neck, you'd become a mess that's unable to talk.

After leaving a couple of marks, Sylus wore a satisfied grin before diving into your lips with his own.

He kissed you over and over and over again, taking full advantage of the isolation. Finally, no one can interrupt.

No one can take you away from him ever again.

[dunmesh]

okay i don't have anything smart to add i just genuinely love that these seemingly trivial jokes are actually an important part of his character. we see it throughout the entire manga, how he pushes aside his own frustration and discomfort to accommodate everyone else's and avoid needless confrontation- another example off the top of my head would be the barometz chapter in which he slowly gets frustrated with izutsumi but still tries his best to talk some sense into her calmly and soundly.

and in contrast, there are very few times he expresses his anger and hurt towards others, and it usually takes a lot for him to finally lose his patience and control.

i mean, even with kabru he tried to be polite despite the circumstances until the guy said the one thing that triggers an immense sense of shame, hurt and rage in laios. and you know, the manga does say it quite clearly early on. when we are introduced to namari and then to shuro, laios acts all friendly and shows his respect and trust in them despite how things ended between them, and everyone else gets frustrated with him for acting so strange- why are you the one who tries so hard to pacify the rest when you should be the angriest?

and they don't understand him. they don't know him well enough to be able to understand, but we as readers get to see during the manga that they aren't wrong to question him- he does, in fact, feel all those ugly emotions. and it's when the winged lion finally confronts him that we see to what extent these feelings he buried so deep go, and suddenly all those funny little moments where he sometimes pretends to be mr nice guy speak volumes about his character. honestly, ryoko kui is a master at using jokes in order to define important character traits and this one doesn't fail to amaze me.

and laios's hatred and rage and deep scars he can't get over aren't shown explicitly during most of these moments i mentioned before, but now you realize there are 26 years of emotional baggage to all of them and they sting. he is angry but he can't say shit, what difference would it make? it won't make his friends choose him instead of themselves when he needed them most, and it won't help his party get any farther. of course, this logic doesn't apply to them- they are absolutely allowed to get angry and it's fine to get mad at him, he can take that.

so after finishing the series it's so clear that he tries his best to avoid clashing with others not just due to the current circumstances and him needing to be a reliable leader but also because he knows that people don't even like him when he tries to show his good sides and hide all the rest, so who the hell would tolerate his rage and despair? who would stay after realizing that he is so deeply flawed he doesn't even like his own being?

but he does get mad. he can't help it, and sometimes it gets out of control and now everyone knows. and it's funny, isn't it? that most of those moments ended up bringing him closer to others. shuro admitting he is envy of him and actually becoming the friend laios thought he was all along, fighting for his sake and waiting for him to come back- believing in him even after he turned into a monster and searching for him the way he couldn't bring himself to do for falin when he learned of what became of her- or kabru being pushed to just let it all out because he couldn't bluff his way out of this one and get to laios any other way, so now they are even. they are both horribly honest with each other and they both choose to stay. a weird way of getting to know each other, but it is what it is.

it's simply... the more laios let himself just be, the deeper his relationships grew. and there's intimacy in being your ugly, weak and furious self around someone and them not leaving you. feeling safe enough to let it be known you are hurt and angry. and he knows that now, too.