#I got like two angry comments from people who didn't realize where I was going with it

[animentality]

people were upsetting me in the comments on one of my fanfic chapters, so I just deleted it.

i was going to write 5 chapters, but since I deleted one, and don't feel like posting the other one now, I think it's fine to just leave it as a trilogy.

man.

i'm not sure.

am I losing my touch, or is that particular fandom really touchy?

i swear I never got this much complaining when I wrote durgetash porn...

maybe it's because that's a more adult fandom.

i don't know.

feels bad, though. kinda feels bad.

[backinmyphase]

Not my mother

Synopsis: As Gojo Satoru's wife you are most of the time alone at home and you have made your peace with that. However a visit from your mother in law results in a pleasant surprise. Well, not for him as he meets your mother.

Or: Satoru Gojo doesn't even know how attached he will grow to his wife yet.

Pairing: Gojo x reader, 4300 words Masterlist

Contains: arranged marriage, generational trauma, jujutsu Clans suck, reader's mom is a warning alone, talking about drugging a person, dark implications

A/n: Sorry for the long wait again! This chapter just seemed especially hard to write :') As usual just say if you want to be tagged and feel free to comment any thoughts regarding this post, it always makes my day. Enjoy!

"Satoru, do you like your family?"

Once in a while there are thoughts that pop up in your head, questions about your husband, that you are just slipping out of your mouth. After all you two didn't really have much time together. Question because of time away from him. So much time.

You sit with him at the breakfast table, the big table now not used anymore, just a little one where you sit opposite of each other. Now you can fully see how he is taken by surprise. How his eyebrows rise. And how his lips...

In the last days you really had strange thoughts.

"Do you?"

You stopped eating for a second, now realizing what kind of question that is. Someone else would think the answer had to be obvious. But when your family is a Clan it seems so strange to talk about it as 'family'.

"I... Do. I think." your voice was nothing more than a whisper.

He looked at you with these eyes that seemed to look right through you. And even though you didn't think you were lying, you didn't know if it was the truth either.

Then he shrugged.

"If I'm being honest, I don't really. I don't really see them as family. They are just people I'm representing." he chews for a bit, but then stops. "You know, they didn't treat me as family either. So I guess I never saw them as it."

He looked up with an almost apologetic look. "Too cold?"

"What? No!" you shook your head. "I'm the one asking. I'm happy with the honest answer."

"And you know," you fidgeted with your ring. The feeling of it cold, heavy. "I get what you mean. In fact I think you described my feelings really well."

He looked at you like always when he didn't really get what you meant but didn't want to ask. But this morning you dropped the topic of family as he had to go on missions and you... Had to get rid of your boredom with other ways.

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"So I am free for half of the day?" Satoru couldn't believe as he heard the news from Yaga.

"Not really. There's just someone who requested a meeting with you. And you have to go Gojo, I don't want to hear any excuses." Yaga had still that tone like when Gojo was his student. And somehow it was still working.

"Yeah, yeah. When is it?"

"Just read the formula I gave you!" he sighed. "It's in half an hour."

"Okay, okay." Satoru looked back at the formula Yaga gave him, wondering why he had to go to their house of this person for a meeting they requested, but sure.

He was slightly annoyed he couldn't just go home to you.

Since last week the only thing on his mind when he went on missions was how and when he got back to his wife. Even though he wished he had more free time with you, it was calming to just have a regular evening talk with you.

No pressure, no higher-ups. Just talking.

You had such a pretty smile and he was such an idiot to make you not smile so freely before. He couldn't believe how easily you have forgiven him. Because he sure hasn't. Everytime he saw you sleep on the couch when he came back he felt bad. Like he was still not doing enough.

Since when did he feel like he wasn't doing enough?

He still had to learn so much about you. How to make you laugh regularly and what was your favorite food. And how not to make you angry or sad. Because that was something he wanted to avoid by all costs.

He looked at the address and it did seem familiar. But he didn't remember from where. But somewhere in the back of his mind, something was telling him that this seemed like an obvious trap.

But he didn't want to piss of his old teacher.

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

The Gojo mansion was warming up to you. Even though it was often still empty and cold, you did find the garden and library endearing.

But you missed Satoru.

Without him this house still didn't feel like home, no matter how many books you started to read or how many facts Hina told you about the plants in the garden.

Whenever he came back in the evening the time was always passing so fast. Sometimes you just wanted to have a new honeymoon without the pressure. Just him and time. After all, you never went to that restaurant.

But wishing and thinking of what if's wasn't a good pass of the time. You still had to build your own life.

Oftentimes you went into the kitchen to watch the work of the chefs and chat with them, but today you didn't feel like it. You didn't want to admit it but you were bored.

The hours alone at home were eating you up. When you distracted yourself from your anxious thoughts regarding the Clan matter, the boredom came. Maybe you were just not cut out to be a stay at home wife. Or maybe you grew too lazy. Oh, what would your mother say when she would see you complaining? She would eat you up.

You strolled through the mansion alone, wondering again why the big house was so empty. No old pictures of Gojo or anything like that. Why?

And as you went to the garden, you couldn't help but sigh at your lack of tasks and-

"Of course he didn't get a gardener! Even though I have told him for months! Always just a little boy with too much-"

You couldn't move as you looked at the woman who sat between the lilies. Speechless because the last time you saw her was on your wedding day as your mother ranted about her and her son.

Mrs. Gojo had such a strong presence.

Even when she was just ranting about her son.

"Oh my!" her eyes lit up as she spotted you. And even though they didn't have the color of the ones your husband had, they had the same light and crinkle when they were excited.

"How are you doing, sweetheart?" she got up, cleared her very expensive looking dress and slowly strutted towards to you. "I haven't seen you in such a long time!"

"Pleasure meeting you again." you bowed your head a bit, you still had to be careful in the presence of your mother in law. "But I didn't know you would visit today Mrs. Gojo?"

"Oh please drop the formals!" she shook her head and for the first time she really smiled. Like a real sincere smile. "We are both Mrs. Gojo now, aren't we? You can call me Ayaka."

"If you say so Mrs- I mean Ayaka." she nodded approvingly while having an amused glint in her eyes. "Ayaka, I wasn't informed you would come to visit. Is there a something you want to discuss with Satoru? If so he is at work-"

She laughed and shook her head. "Oh I know don't worry. I'm not here for him. I'm tending the garden. Once in a month I come here to make sure the Gojo garden isn't forgotten. The boy seemed to forget his mother the moment she wasn't living here anymore."

"Oh." now as she mentioned it, you never saw anyone in the garden tending the flowers before. You just assumed there was someone who did it, because... Well it was Gojo's garden.

"Do you like it?" Your mother in law pointed at the lila flowers that were blooming in the center of all the flowers. "I planted those Hydrangeas at your wedding day. They seem to bloom very well."

"Oh, yeah. They are very beautiful." It was calming to watch those flowers dance in the wind.

"Do you have fresh tea?" Gojo's mother held her head high, her hands intertwined at waist height as she looked at you. "I would like to drink one with you."

Perplexed you blinked at her. "I think we do. Is there a special occasion?"

"Oh, you know." she gently took your arm, intertwining it with her own as she took steady steps towards the mansion. "I just want to talk with my daughter in law about her and her husband."

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

The mansion, which had the address, wasn't the biggest. But it was big enough Satoru knew it had to be of a Clan.

Now, Meetings with other Clans weren't unusual. In fact they were a remaining part of his childhood. But most of the time the Clan came to him and it was planned weeks prior.

There were no plants outside, no decorations.

Satoru walked with slow, steady steps. He couldn't afford to be caught of guard. And even though this was just a meeting he felt cursed energy from somewhere in the mansion.

He rang and waited.

One. Two. Three.

Should he ring again? Or should he just go home to you-

A maid opened the door, her eyes widening as she saw him. "Gojo Satoru?"

"Yeah?" what was with that reaction? "I was ordered here for a meeting." But in reality no one should order him around-

"Oh yes. But the lady of the house is busy right now." she opened the door far enough for him to step inside. "Let me show you the room of the meeting and serve you tea while you wait."

He didn't want to be here. It felt like a bad horror movie and his gut told him he should tell Yaga that he couldn't attend such meetings. But he didn't want another higher-up at his doorstep, so he did step in.

The mansion had a couple of pictures. People he didn't know looking at him with such stone cold faces. Who would want that kind of picture?

The hallway was long, multiple doors were passed as he followed the maid.

And then there was that door.

He knew. There was the cursed energy he felt. It wasn't a normal amount. It had such a presence, it had to be a curse of some sort. Or a curse user.

No matter what, his gut wanted him to rip the door open and end it.

"Mr. Gojo?" the maid wasn't pleased he stopped in his tracks. No, in fact she looked a bit frightened. "The appointment room is a couple doors down there."

"Is it?" he looked at the wooden door before him and wondered what this 'lady' wanted from him. And why she had this much cursed energy in one of her rooms.

"Then let's keep going."

It wasn't for long, when he followed the maid into a small room. It had a table ready with cups.

"I will serve tea as you are waiting." the maid was already hurrying to get out.

"Wait! I don't need tea right now." she stopped at the doorframe and looked at him.

And she had that eerily smile. "But my lady insists."

With that she turned around and left him alone. What in the world was that? This whole thing was becoming more and more weird with the second he spend here. But he did sat down at the table.

However he didn't touch the tea that was him served.

The room he was in was kinda spooky. It didn't have anything precisely unusual in it, but the atmosphere was killing him.

There were medals and certificates on the walls. Some flowers were put underneath like it was meant to show pride. But if they would really be proud there wouldn't be any dust on these highly things.

He didn't wait for long. But maybe that wouldn't have been so bad.

The door opened and an older woman stepped in, which seemed familiar. Her stern look and cold gaze gave him a shiver. She stepped at the table and sat down on the opposite of him.

"Apologies for my late appearance." she fetched herself a cup of tea. Her cup was decorated with gold which simmered in the light. But behind that shimmer he didn't miss the side eye she gave him. "I wasn't expecting you following an invite."

"What is that supposed to mean?" who did this woman think she was? He was still Satoru Gojo. And normally people respected him for that.

She took a long sip and somehow that made him shut up. She placed her cup carefully on the table and smiled at him. But something about that smile made him uneasy. "You haven't touched your tea, have you Mr. Gojo?"

"No, I haven't." he glanced at his untouched cup. It wasn't as fancy as hers.

"Is the cup offending you?" she seemed to have followed his glance. "If it is, my apologies but in one of our last meetings with the Gojo Clan one of our family cups has been destroyed. Forgive me for being hesitant to give one to the likes of you again."

Oh, this woman knew how to piss someone of. "In one of the last meetings with the Gojo Clan? I can't remember such a meeting."

At that she smiled fully while her eyes somehow became more icy. "You can't, can't you?"

Something wasn't adding up. Satoru had to be at every meeting his Clan had. He was the head of the Clan for a reason. Did he skip a meeting? But then he had to catch up the meeting. So what was he forgetting?

He felt her gaze on him as he tried to remember any solution to this. She was smiling as she watched him frown.

"The meetings with the Gojo Clan were rather a  success, you know? I had hoped to strengthen the relationship of our Clans." she took another sip. "Well, it is still left to be desired."

"I'm sorry," he didn't want to dance around the question any longer. This woman was obviously looking down on him right now and he couldn't stand it. And even though he couldn't place a name to the face, it seemed so strangely familiar. "But have we met before?"

She placed her cup on the table with force. "Well, we did see each other on a rather big occasion, but I am not mad at you for forgetting me."

Something in the room shifted as she stood up and opened the door again. "Shihiro? Our guest hasn't touched his tea. Could you bring another cup and fresh tea, please?"

He heard a muffled voice agreeing and steps running away from the room. "I really don't need any tea."

She sat down again carefully while making sure not to knock something over. "But it is our duty and our sign for hospitality! I insist."

And just like that the tea inside his cup was warm again. His gut was killing him, but under her gaze he did take a small sip out of the cup of tea.

It tasted... Bitter.

"Well, you are probably wondering why I have called you here." she looked slightly satisfied. And for the first time he seemed to remember this woman.

She was the one who gave him that icy look at his wedding. She was the one sawing him leave. The one who tsked at his doing and only raised an eyebrow as he saw her.

"I wanted to talk with my son in law about his wife and their marriage."

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

"Lovely weather, isn't it?"

She was right. The sun was shining and the wind was not too strong. While sitting here on the balcony, you had an amazing view of the garden from above.

"Yeah it is." The tea was a bit warmer and sweeter than the tea you knew and normally drank. You liked it.

Ayaka had talked with the cooks in the kitchen, you didn't know about what but you heard much laughter. Their voices seemed so much louder than before, the whole estate so much more lively with her here.

"I always spent my time in the garden and kitchen when I lived here, you know?" she sighed dreamily. "Especially with that weather."

Her posture was screaming authority. Elegance and experience. However her arms weren't tense, they seemed like they were open.

"Do you like it here?"

There it was. You were ready for this question, ready to calm all her possible worries.

"I do. I'm glad I was so lucky to marry Sat-"

She chuckled and shook her head. "That's not what I meant. Do you like it here?"

She seemed amused at your dumbfounded face. You watched as she took another sip. You looked at the beautiful garden which had so many flowers you adored every day. Hina, who was bringing another teapot with fresh tea.

"I do." carefully, you took your teacup. "It's calming here."

She was watching you as you took another sip. Her small smile never leaving. She leaned a bit forward, her arms bow crossed but somehow still seemed open.

"But.." you placed the teacup on the table. "It's also too calm sometimes."

Hesitant you looked at the older woman sitting in front of you. "Do you know what I mean?"

A pleasant breeze surprised you, the teacups shaking a bit. Ayaka leaned now slowly back again, in her hand her teacup.

"When Satoru was little.." her eyes were locked on her tea. "He always wanted to go outside. He didn't like the mansion, the kitchen or the garden. After he was born I was always kept moving."

She sighed and closed her eyes. She looked like one of these stone statures which were built to admire.

"I didn't want to have it any other way."

There was a silence which followed her words, embracing you and calming your senses.

"I still love to tend the garden and chat in the kitchen. But something inside me was really devastated when my little boy started to leave me alone."

There was something inside her voice. Something that made you feel with her.

"Do you like him?"

You couldn't help but grip your teacup stronger. "He is my husband."

She opened her eyes again, looking at you with such tenderness. "He is."

Your mouth seemed so dry. You sipped on the teacup again hoping it would also give you words to use. But it didn't.

"My marriage was also arranged, you know?" she slightly tilted her head. "The Gojo Clan was trying for decades to get another six eyes and infinity user. That's why my husband and I married."

She fetched herself fresh tea and tried to cool it down. "Our wedding was big. The honeymoon successful and we got the perfect child. Well in the book." she chuckled a bit. "But I never liked my husband."

"He was my acquaintance, nothing more."

She filled your cup too, watching you and waiting for you to answer.

"You were right." you took your teacup again, a small smile stole itself onto your face. "In our first meeting."

She smiled and laughed quietly.

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"I wasn't informed that my mother in law wanted to speak to me." Satoru never felt so tense before. His hands gripping at each other for dear life. "I was being told that just someone wanted a meeting."

"Yeah, after all I wasn't sure you would even show up." this woman seemed so smug just by simply taking a sip, it drove him mad.

That was your mother.

Oh, he wanted to say so much to her. He had read what this woman had written to you. He had seen how you had sobbed in your sleep and whispered her name. Begging her to listen and stop.

But he didn't want her to go after you for anything he said. You still seemed to be so reliable on your mother.

"What do you want?" he tried to sound as polite as possible, he really did but there was just something that made him see red when he looked at her. Made him see your exhausted face.

She placed her teacup on the table again, her face now with a frown. "Well, my dear son in law," she straightened her position. "It has come to my understanding that you have still not consumed with your wife."

His mouth dried out by the second her words left hers. He couldn't believe how she could just sit there and say-

"Do you feel disgusted by her?"

And mean it unironically.

He couldn't move, just stare at this woman before him. He gripped his teacup realizing his tea was cold again, since he hadn't touched it since his first sip.

She shook her head, her face now looking at him disapproving. "Even if you did, there are solutions for it. I know my daughter isn't the brightest diamond in the jewelry box, but she knows that she should fulfill her duties as your wife."

She took another sip. "There are... Ways to make you feel more attracted to her."

"Stop talking." his teeth had started to grit.

She tsked at him. "I'm just suggesting ways to make this arrangement work. As her mother that is my duty."

"I don't care." he shook his head. "I don't care that you are her mother."

There was no politeness left in his voice. He couldn't bring himself for even a little bit.

"I forbid you from talking about my wife like that."

Her body stiffened, just slightly but enough for him to catch it. She inspected him, her look now cautious. "How dare you-"

She broke off. Her eyes lit up from realization. And then she smiled that eerily smile again.

"I see." she chuckled. A shiver went down his spine. "Does she not want to consume?"

"If so there is the same solution and I could talk with her." she took another loud sip. Her body now completely relaxed as if she wasn't talking about...

"Are you..." he couldn't believe this woman. "Are you seriously suggesting to drug my wife?"

She stared at him for a couple of seconds as if she was taken back by his reaction. Then she smiled again. "She would understand, I'm sure. Anything for the heir."

He stood up. This room, this floor felt like it was burning. No, like he was burning. His infinity unsteady as he was slightly shaking.

"The 'heir' doesn't matter to you. Whatever we are doing doesn't matter to you." he tried to remain a calm voice. "You can drink this bitter tea for the rest of your life for all I care. But don't talk about my wife as if she is just a tool."

She looked up at him, her smile now falling at his words. "I am trying to make this arrangement work, for my daughter-"

"Well, you don't talk about her as if she was your daughter." a scoff left his lips. "Who would suggest drugging their own daughter?"

She stood up. Her eyes now wide and staring at him while her lips were a thin line. "You don't know what a wife has to sacrifice, boy."

"What a mother has to sacrifice."

This woman before him was shaking. But not because of fear he knew that. He just couldn't understand how she was ticking, how a human would say such things.

"Shikabane?" a male voice interrupted the cold atmosphere in the room. The call wasn't loud but still very demanding.

"Coming!" his mother in law called back, her tense shoulders now falling.

She looked at him with many emotions, he could see it in her eyes. But one stuck out. Envy.

"Get out of my house, Satoru Gojo."

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It was later than usual.

You didn't remember much, since you fell asleep on the couch in the living room shortly after Ayaka left.

She was a nice lady. The conversation with her lasted long into the afternoon, maybe even a bit into the evening. She suggested to come often for a cup of tea and you agreed.

But only if you were informed a couple of days prior.

It was much later than usual. You had slept two to three hours since she left and the kitchen was already closed.

You should go into your room and rest. But you didn't. Because you still wanted to see him.

Your legs were heavy but you still got up and made your way into the garden.

It was cold since it was probably almost night. But it was also refreshing. And under the moonlight the flowers shone in a new kind of way.

Yesterday you wouldn't have sat down on the ground next to these flowers, since you were always told that wasn't how a lady should behave. But today it felt like breathing to just sit down and admire those blooming stars up close.

A breeze made you shiver but it somehow also felt good. Alive.

You looked around, the plants around you dancing in the wind.

Till your gaze fell on him.

He was standing at the door. Leaning on the doorframe while his look remained on you. His arms crossed and a small smile on his lips.

"Are you not cold?" He had that warm look which made you smile back at him.

"I am." You stood up again, making your way towards him. "But I am also really warm."

He shook his head with resignation but still a smile. "Sometimes I can't believe how you... Endure so much."

As you stood before him and caught that uncertainty in his eyes, you thought that maybe this wasn't about coldness.

"Satoru are you okay?"

His smile got a bit smaller. His normally so tall and strong frame seemed out of glass. You were scared to come any closer.

And then he embraced you.

His strong arms pulling you gently towards him and holding onto you for dear life. His chest to your face, you could hear his heartbeat. You put your arms around his warm frame too.

You didn't know what was bothering him and you felt like right now wasn't the moment to ask him. Regardless you were sure to comfort him.

For all he was still your Husband. Your Satoru.

"I am now."

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

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[girlgenius1111]

can she make you feel like i do?

Jealous Leila O as promised!!!! smut. this is just smut.

italics are spanish

18+. rougher sex. use of a safe word. aftercare though :) lmk if you like it!

You knew your girlfriend to be a mildly possessive person, but she'd never been weird about your friends. Something about Katie must have really pissed her off for her to act the way she did.

You and Leila saw each other a fair amount, with her playing for city and you playing for arsenal. It was your first season at the club, and she knew how nervous you'd been. Moving from Liga F to England was a big change, and she'd played a huge role in helping you adjust.

So had Katie, to be fair. Arsenal was truly like a family, and Katie had taken you under her wing, made sure you fit in and felt safe and comfortable.

The night before you were set to play man city, you'd gone out with some of the girls and Leila. You were smushed in between her and Katie, and you found yourself paying more attention to Katie than you were to Leila. It wasn't intentional; Leila was less comfortable with english than you were, especially around people she'd just met, so she was quieter than normal.

You hadn't realized it had bothered her until you felt her hand grab yours under the table, holding tightly. You broke off your conversation with the Irish woman, and turned to your girlfriend.

"Are you okay, baby?" you asked quietly, sensing the anxiety radiating off of the older woman.

"They speak really fast." She said quietly. You looked at her closer, and saw that she wasn't just slightly anxious, but a little angry. You knew there was more she wasn't telling you, but you didn't want to push in front of your friends. Instead, you smiled at her sympathetically, squeezing her hand.

"We can go soon, okay?" You promised, and she nodded, not letting go of your hand. For the rest of the meal, you made more of a effort to bring her into the conversations, and she seemed to get a little more comfortable. You didn't fully understand what she was so upset about until you arrived back to your apartment, where she was staying while she was in town.

"What's up with you and Mccabe," she asked quietly, once you'd climbed into bed and turned the lights off. You shifted in her arms to face her, realizing what the problem was. It was dark, so you couldn't really make out her expression, but you could tell her jaw was clenched, and she wasn't looking at you.

"Is that what you were so upset about?" You questioned. She nodded her head jerkily. You weren't used to this; Leila was a very secure person, and you'd never really seen her this upset before over something so trivial. You placed a hand on her cheek, tilting her head to look at you. "Katie is just a friend, my love. She's been really helpful since I got here, really looked out for me. And she's with Caitlin. Besides, why would I want her when I have you?" You said, rubbing your thumb lightly across her cheek.

She looked relieved, and like she was blushing from your last comment, as she buried her head in your hair.

"Okay. I'm sorry, I trust you, I just got nervous." She pressed a light kiss to your neck, and you settled back against her, thinking the issue was resolved.

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The thing was, there were two Leila's. Sweet and kind Leila, who brought you flowers and liked nothing more than to have you lay directly on top of her while watching TV. There was also football Leila, aggressive Leila, who showed her opponents no mercy. Both of these sides of her melded beautifully together to create someone who sometimes would slowly, achingly take you to pieces, and other times, would fuck you until you could barely breathe.

It had been a bit since you and Leila had seen each other, and although you didn't have sex the night before the game, it was unspoken that you would be going directly back to your apartment once the game was over. You pushed these thoughts out of your head, though, focusing on the task at hand.

For the next 90 minutes, Leila was not your girlfriend, but your opponent, and you needed to play accordingly. You both managed it well, getting through the first half with no incidents. You were halfway through the second half when things started to escalate.

Alanna Kennedy had tackled you late, leaving you sprawled on the grass. You were fine, the air had just been knocked out of you, so you took a second to regain your breath. Katie appeared at your side, ever protective.

"You alright there mate?" She asked shooting a glare at Alanna as she the Australian patted you on the shoulder, walking by.

"Good. Just need a sec." You said, rather breathlessly. Katie nodded, remaining at your side until you were ready to stand up. You took her outstretched hand and got to your feet. You only saw Leila once you'd stood up. You'd completely missed how she'd begun to come over to you and help you up, before Katie beat her there. You'd missed how she watched with a furrowed brow as you talked quietly with Katie, as she helped you up.

You caught her eye, where she was standing with her arms crossed halfway across the pitch. You mistook her jealously for worry, and sent her a thumbs up. Her face didn't change as the game resumed.

You didn't realize Leila was upset, again, until a few minutes later. She'd gone completely for Katie's legs, her own feet nowhere even near the ball. Katie clutched her ankle, swearing loudly, as you ran over.

"Leila!" You scolded, almost forgetting where you were for a second. You bent down, resting a hand on Katie's back, and Leila scoffed at you. You looked back up at her, shocked that she was behaving this way during a game. She turned to walk away, ignoring the yellow card from the ref. You helped Katie to her feet, and she grumbled after the retreating form of your girlfriend.

"Some girl you got there, y/n." Katie remarked.

"She gets jealous." You said shortly, wanting to put your focus back on the game. You managed to do so, none of the three of you getting into anymore tousles.

The game ended in a draw, and as you waited outside the visitors locker room for Leila, you couldn't help but be a little annoyed with her. But if you were a little annoyed, Leila was fuming. She didn't know what it was about Katie McCabe around you that made her so upset, but she couldn't help it. And then, instead of understanding why she was upset, you yelled at her on the pitch, and helped Katie up. Look, Leila knew she was being ridiculous. She didn't really care.

This was evident when she stomped out of the locker room, grabbing your hand in hers and tugging you wordlessly to the car. You followed after her, a little shocked at the turn of events, but you weren't going to say no.

The car ride home was tense, with Leila not speaking a word to you. It was evident that she was upset, and honestly, so were you. You weren't sure what kind of mad Leila was gonna come out, though. Angry Leila who wouldn't speak to you, except to say goodnight, or angry Leila who had plans to rail you into next week the moment you stepped into your apartment.

You got your answer, though, when you shut the door to you apartment, and Leila was suddenly behind you, breathing down your neck, arms wrapped possessively around your waist.

"Strip and get on the bed." She breathed into your ear. You wanted to stay mad at her, but it had been so long since she'd had her way with you, that you simply nodded, and followed her instructions.

You lay on the bed, naked, waiting for your girlfriend to come into the room. She took her time, and by the time you heard her footsteps padding into the room, you were wet at the thought of all the things your girlfriend was about to do to you. She walked in slowly, taking in the sight of you. She didn't say anything, just walked to stand right by your body, trailing a finger across the bruise blooming on your thigh, from the hit you took during the game.

For a second, you saw concern wash over Leila's face, and it remained when she looked up at you.

"You tell me if you need to stop?" She questioned, voice softer than before.

"Yes," you replied, trying to keep your own voice even as Leila's intense gaze met your own. As soon as the words left your mouth, Leila was on top of you, pressing her lips to yours in a searing kiss, tongue immediately bypassing your lips and jutting into your mouth. You gasped in surprise, but she didn't let up, pressing you down against the mattress, hard. You tried to bring a hand up, and tug her tight ponytail out, but she caught your hand, and shoved it back against the mattress.

"No touching," she hissed, pulling back to speak for only a second, before diving back against you. You tried to keep up, but the feeling of her holding your hands down to the mattress, the way her hips pressed hard against yours, had you gasping for air in between kisses, unable to get enough in through your nose. She kissed you senselessly for a few more minutes, her tongue darting in and out of your mouth.

Leila pulled back, then, and stood next to the bed, quickly taking her own clothes off. She looked up at you as she did, watching your face staring at her with a hunger in your eyes. The defender climbed back on the bed, pushing you down with a hand against your chest, as she lifted herself to hover over your face.

"Make me come," she told you, and you whimpered in response, hooking your arms around her thighs to pull her down. Your tongue flicked out to meet her core, and you go right to work, delighted to find her as wet as you were sure you were. Despite the cold act she was putting on, she wanted you just as much as you wanted her.

You dragged your tongue through her center, circling her clit with it before dipping at back down, pushing into her entrance. She let out little sounds above you, pressing down harder on your face. You repeated the pattern a few times, before focusing on the swollen nub. You took it into your mouth, sucking lightly, before flicking your tongue over it, and Leila moaned loudly, her body jerking at the stimulation.

"Fingers," she instructed, and you didn't waste any time, unlacing your arm from her thigh, and bring it up to tease her dripping cunt with your finger. You knew better than to tease for too long though, and pushed in, pressing along her front wall as you did. You felt her body shift on top of you, but your eyes were closed, so you didn't know what she was doing until you felt her fingers rubbing harsh circles around your clit. You gasped against her, but kept your motions going.

Soon, one finger became two, and you were pumping in and out fast, working her up with your tongue on her as well. Her motions on you were distracting; she'd barely touched you until now, and the sudden stimulation was almost overwhelming. She pressed hard on you, and you tried to hold your legs still as they tensed and twitched.

Thinking that if you got her to come, she'd let you, you added a third finger, curling them just right against her, rapidly flicking your tongue over her clit. It didn't take much longer until she was coming on your face, leaving quite a mess behind. As she did, though, her fingers withdrew from you, leaving you pressing your thighs together.

She grinded down against your fast as the aftershocks rolled through her, before rolling off of you, and climbing down your body. Before you knew what was happening, and at an impressively fast pace for someone who had just come, she was shoving her face against you, her tongue working in and out of your whole.

"You're dripping. Who is it for, hm? Me? Or her?" she asked against you, the vibrations of her voice sending a wave a pleasure through you. She sounded angry, furious even. You didn't respond, to overcome with the sensation of finally, finally, having her mouth on you. You startled back into the present, though, when she lightly slapped your thigh, prompting a response.

"You, baby, only you"

"Hmm", she replied, bring a hand up to pinch hard at one of your nipples. Your upper body jerked, the pain of it barely being overtaken by the pleasure. She kept moving her mouth against you, tongue lapping at the abundant wetness. Leila's motions were so fast, so perfect, and you had missed her so much. You were nearing the edge, almost humiliatingly fast.

"Close," you managed to gasp out, hands gripping tightly at the comforter. As soon as you spoke, she was pulling away, pressing her hands onto your thighs, leaving you completely without friction.

"No, baby. Leila, please," you whined, eyes opening to look up at her. She was looking down at you with a teasing smile on her face.

"You don't get to come. Not until I say so," Leila told you, pressing her fingers hard into your legs. Leila didn't often edge you, preferring to make you come until you couldn't move, but when she had, it had taken... a long time until she gave in. And this time, you felt even more desperate for her, for the release you knew she could give you. She waited for your breathing to slow, looking down at you almost condescendingly.

This time, she moved back against you achingly slowly, running her fingers along your thighs, skipping over where you needed her. You did your best to hold you body still, once again shutting your eyes. She pressed 2 fingers against you, pushing in. You moaned at the stretch, not used to having her inside of you.

"Open your eyes," she told you, and you blinked them open, your eyes meeting her dark ones. She didn't say anything else, just staring at you as she slowly pumped her fingers in and out.

"Leila," you murmured, not really sure why you were speaking, but so overcome with need for her in that moment, you had to say something.

"I know, you missed me huh? This pussy is dripping for me." she replied, voice slightly mocking. You nodded pathetically, squirming against the bed, hoping your agreement would make her change her mind about your punishment. No such luck, though, as a few minutes later, when your moans increased in volume, and her fingers were sliding in and out rapidly, she pulled out again. You cried out this time, unable to form words as your legs shook beneath her.

You'd normally be able to last longer than this without getting to the point of begging, but you'd missed her touch so much.

"Please, baby I'll do anything, please just let me come," you asked shakily. Leila smirked down at you, keeping her hands pressed against your thighs once again.

"You need me that bad, love?" she questioned, and you nodded frantically. "Tell me again. Tell me how much you need me, and only me."

"Fuck baby, I need you, only you, please, you're the only one who can make me feel this good," you cried, blinking up at her pleadingly. She hummed, looking down at you appraisingly. She let go of your thighs, and you didn't dare move them, as she reached up and tightened her ponytail. You watched her arms flex as she did so, and had to stop yourself from letting your jaw drop open.

Her body on full display in front of you, muscles rippling as she worked you to the brink, was almost as stimulating as her touch.

"You beg so nicely for me. One more, then you can come. And once you start, you aren't stopping." she promised and you sighed in relief, not really processing the second part of her sentence. Your face quickly became one of confusion though, as she stepped away from the bed, instead of lowering herself back to your core.

Leila walked to the bedside table, yanking the drawer open and pulling out the harness and dildo. She put it on quickly, walking back over to you. She pulled you by your legs until they were hanging off the side of the bed, and she could easily slide into you from her where she was standing. You propped yourself up on your elbows, watching her expectantly. She reached a hand up to your face, cupping it under your chin.

"Spit," she told you, and you did. You knew she was doing it more for the display of power, to remind you that you'd really do anything she asked, than because she needed the lubrication. Regardless, she stroked the fake cock a few times, coating it in your spit, before pressing the blunt head up against you.

Leila didn't waste anytime, pressing in and bottoming out almost instantly.

"Jesus," you choked out. She fucked you hard, and you did your best to keep watching to take in the image of her. She was holding your legs for leverage, veiny hands on full display. Her abs rippled with every thrust, and her pupils were blown as she looked down at her cock disappearing into you.

"That's right, baby, taking it so well," you knew she wasn't mad at you anymore then, the words for praise increasing the feeling of heat in your lower abdomen. She pushed you right to the edge this time, until you were seriously worried you would finish before she could pull out. She did, though, and you let out a sob, overcome with desperation. You felt a tear run down your cheek, and you lay back, throwing your arms over your face.

"So good for me. Waiting like a good girl," Leila told you, gently rubbing her thumbs in soothing circles over the skin of your legs. "Flip over for me," she instructed, and you rushed to comply, resting on your stomach. Her hands pulled your waist, until you ass was up into the air. She smacked your ass once, grabbing it aggressively , and you whined.

"Alright, I'll fuck you. Come whenever you need to," she said, and you sighed in relief, the side of your face pressed against the mattress. Leila climbed onto the bed, slotting herself in behind you, pushing in slowly this time. Her thrusts remained slow, and you whimpered with need as she failed to speed up right away.

When she did speed up, it was immediate, and her pace was unrelenting. Her hands pulled your hips back to meet her every thrust, and the room was filled with your gasps for air, and the sound of her hips meeting yours. She pushed a hand on your back, making you arch more, and suddenly she was hitting your spot with every thrust. You came almost immediately, crying her name out loudly. She didn't slow, and your first orgasm bled into the second one, until you weren't sure where the first one ended and the second one began.

You had the comforter in a white-knuckled grip, as Leila continued. her breaths were coming faster and faster, and you knew the feeling of the strap pressing against her was getting her closer and closer.

"S-so good, baby, fuck," you stuttered, voice half muffled from where your face pressed into the bed. At your words, Leila shifted, bringing a foot to rest on the bed, and moving one of her hands around your front, to rub at your clit. You saw stars. Her pace somehow increased and she was fucking you even harder, your hips trying to press back into her.

"Come again for me," she told you, and you did, feeling tears spill out of your eyes. As the pleasure from your third orgasm faded, you felt the overwhelming feeling of overstimulation as she rubbed hard circled against your swollen clit, fucking into you as fast as ever. She pressed you right over the edge into your fourth orgasm.

"Leila, my god," you cried out, this one seeming to last longer. Your legs were shaking, and you could barely keep your ass in the air. Leila wasn't showing any signs of stopping though, and you knew she wouldn't unless you said something. The sensations were too much, and you knew if she made you come again, you'd pass out.

"Red, Leila, fuck," you whimpered, reaching a hand back to try to reinforce your message. Leila stilled her movements immediately, bring her hand away from your core to rub your back gently.

"Alright, baby, okay. Can I pull out?" She asked, and you whined, nodding into the bed. You felt her pull out, and you winced at the sensation. She gently rolled you onto your back, before her touch was gone. You knew she was just taking the harness off, but you couldn't help how needy you were, reaching a hand out, needing her touch you again, much differently than you needed it before. Your whole body was trembling, and the tears in your eyes were still leaking out. You felt so good, so so good, that it hurt, in the best way possible.

"Lei," you said, forcing your eyes open to look for your girlfriend. She was climbing back onto the bed with a bottle of water extended to you, and you shook your head, reaching out for her free hand instead.

"I'm here, I've got you," she said, putting the water down and pulling you into her arms. You leaned into her, resting your head in the crook of her neck, breathing deeply.

"Okay?" She asked quietly, her hands rubbing softly at your back. You nodded against her, trying to find words.

"So good, Lei." you replied, sounding so fucked out that Leila chuckled lightly. She pulled back after a moment, and you groaned your complaint.

"Drink some water for me, please," she instructed, and you complied sipping slowly at the drink that she held up to your lips. Your whole body was still unsteady and Leila was practically holding you up.

"Are you sure you're okay?" she asked, concerned at your state.

"Promise, just need a bit," you told her, and she nodded, putting the bottle back down. You nestled back into her arms, pressing light kisses to her bare chest.

"Missed you, so much," you murmured.

"I could tell." she remarked, and you groaned.

"You're too good at that," you said, and she chuckled again.

"Won't apologize for it." she joked.

"I'd never ask you too," you responded, before your tone grew more serious. "Perfect for me. Always," you mumbled, aware that it didn't really match up with your previous phrase, but wanting to make sure she knew there was nothing to worry about.

"I know. Sorry I acted like that," she said. Only post sex Leila could apologize that easily. Every other version of her was far too stubborn to give in so fast.

"I love you, more than football. More than anything." You said, and the unspoken words were there; more than Katie McCabe, you idiot.

"I love you even more than the way you scream my name," she replied cheekily, and you smacked her arm halfheartedly.

"Leila Ouahabi!" You scolded, blushing. You both laughed, and you pulled yourself from her embrace, looking up at her tiredly.

"Help me shower?" You asked, knowing that if you tried to stand on your own, your legs would probably give out.

"Of course," she replied. She'd do anything for you.

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straight up could not figure out how to end that so sorry if it seems abrupt :) hope you enjoyed!!!!

[aimedis]

lasko & dear headcanons 🌬🌊

"it's not too close for me.. i-i like close..."

one of the first things dear said to lasko when they met for the first time (not in his office) was "your eyes are so pretty"

lasko almost collapsed from being so intimately complimented by someone so gorgeous

their song is sparks fly by taylor swift

dear's presence calms lasko down so much, he didn't even know it was possible for him to not be anxious until he got more comfortable being himself around them

so much so that he barely trips over himself when they fluster him anymore. he still blushes really hard but he doesn't go on a ten minute ramble about it

sometimes dear pulls on lasko's shirt to make him follow them

dear has a nose piercing and cartilage piercings on both ears. lasko loves to idly toy with their dangling earrings

lasko tells dear that they smell nice all the time

lasko didn't know it was possible for anyone to be better at hugs than huxley but when he hugged dear for the first time, he never wanted to let go

dear calls lasko "ko ko" and the first time they did, he smiled to hard he though his face would fall off

but the first time they called him babe/baby, he nearly passed out from how much blood rushed to his face

lasko is the kind of ticklish where if you even mention or move to tickle him, he screams. dear teases him all the time for it

dear brushes and dries lasko's hair for him when he styles/washes it

dear massages lasko's scalp whenever he has a headache and it always puts him straight to sleep

lasko always absentmindedly doodles dear whenever he zones out

dear posts selfies and fit pics on their instagram and lasko is always first to say "i chose the pictures" in the comments (on his private account of course)

lasko makes dirty jokes to and about dear all the time and he always gets incredibly flustered after saying whatever it is, apologizing a million times while dear is just laughing at him

dear is actually really unfiltered once they get comfortable so lasko is just fighting for his life while they're blatantly flirting with him

sometimes to tease him, dear will refuse to pick up on lasko's not-so-subtle hints whenever he wants something. they want him to ask for it outright and they'll play dumb until he does

they didn't have the 'honeymoon phase' immediately after getting together, but once it set in, these two are obsessed with each other (the crew is tired of lasko calling them every two seconds to ramble about the most minuscule thing dear did)

they spend all their lunch breaks together, even if one of them has to work the entire time, they just enjoy being in each other's presence

as much as dear quiet's lasko's mind, he spends a lot of time with them flustered because they're a relentless tease often. sometimes they don't even realize they're teasing him it just comes naturally to them

lasko doesn't think dear had an angry bone in their body, he's never heard them yell before even as a joke

they don't argue often, they've only had like one serious disagreement that was resolved in less than an hour. they're both really good at not only talking to each other, but understanding each other

they bicker and debate back and forth lightheartedly about absolute bullshit all the time (dear making fun of lasko's favourite book, lasko mocking the way dear talks to their students, arguing which album of this artist is better etc.)

contrary to popular belief, lasko does tease dear back. he has yet to fluster them with his words

however, whenever lasko gifts dear something that he says reminded him of them or something they've wanted, they end up being so touched that they start acting like him (stuttering, blushing, rambling)

lasko thinks it's the cutest thing ever

neither of them can fucking see. lasko's always losing his glasses and dear never wears theirs or their contacts outside of classes they teach

dear is always squinting at people and words, asking lasko who it is or what is says. lasko is always chastising them for it

"ko ko, what does that say?" "this is why your head always hurts- where are your glasses?"

dear is borderline obsessed with the health of their hair. they have long virgin hair, have never gotten more than a trim, washes it often but not too often, uses hair masks but not too often, and they hate whenever a single hair is even slightly out of place

lasko is the only one allowed to run his fingers through it, style it, or kiss their head where their hair is because “i know where his hands have been, not yours”

dear used to be selectively mute as a child and they’re still a pretty quiet person. but funnily enough, they don't really like the silence all that much. that’s why they love when lasko rambles and talks a lot

they also genuinely find whatever he talks about really entertaining

but since being with lasko, they've started to be more comfortable talking at length about whatever they're interested in or how they feel about things

lasko is slowly turning them into a yapper and he's really happy about it

but when dear rambles, it’s way worse than lasko. they speak faster than him, stray from the initial topic more than him, and go on for longer than him. and when they stop talking, they’re so incredibly embarrassed

lasko also thinks that's the cutest thing ever

they read together all the time. sometimes it's the same book and one of them is reading over the other's shoulder, sometimes one of them will read out loud to the other, and sometimes they'll read entirely seperate books while sitting or laying together

if they're doing different things in the same room, ever so often one of them (usually lasko) will perk up and start talking about something before going back to their respective tasks

dear blows lasko kisses every time they leave a room without him, it makes him blush and giggle like an idiot every single time

lasko had never really cared for physical touch before dear, but now? he loves touching them in any way, shape, or form

sometimes lasko sees dear looking at him all adoring-like whenever he's talking and he has to stop and catch his breath because they truly do look awestruck

dear kisses lasko on the cheek more than his lips

dear has six tattoos and whenever they're on display, lasko likes tracing him with his finger or a closed pen

lasko's least favourite thing dear does (other than tickling him) is when they say the most outrageous lie with a completely straight face (lasko is extremely gullible)

dear thinks it's the funniest thing in the world to watch him deadpan at them when they say they were lying

"are you lying again." "honestly i don't know how you keep falling for this"

dear hates it when lasko sneezes because he never sneezes into his elbow, always into the inside of his wrist or to the side like the fact that nothing came out is good enough

dear spends all of their money on lasko. they never let him pay for dates, they're always buying him food or gifts randomly, they stock his fridge for him out of the blue

lasko is not used to it at all and is flustered every time they spend money on him

dear comes from a really kind family and they love lasko. he felt so overwhelmingly happy the first time they welcomed him into dear's childhood home and treated him like their own son after not having parental figures in his life for so long

dear genuinely thought lasko was the most handsome guy to ever exist ever the first time they saw him

[pixiesfz]

Hayley Raso x reader

plot: you go to watch your girlfriend play Ireland in the world cup even though your ex is in the Ireland team

warnings: swearing, soccer injuries

You woke up this morning in such a happy mood to watch your girlfriend play in the World Cup but it soon left when you remembered who she was playing.

Caitlin warned you with an eyebrow raise when you said you were going to the game last night at dinner and you know Caitlin knows your ex-girlfriend and current girlfriend enough that it might not end well.

All the partners of Matilda's players were staying at a nice hotel near the stadium and you were laid out between your sheets, seeing peoples predictions of the game and waiting for Hayley to text you where she's playing.

"Why do you want to know where she's playing, she is always the defender" Kristie Mewis, Sam's girlfriend said from the other bed

"I just hoped that maybe Tony put her as a defender this game" you said, your voice thinning as you tried to lie

"You can admit you don't want Katie and Hayley to play the ball together" Kristie deadpanned as you turned your head "I forgot that's how I first met you" You groaned and Kristie smiled

"Don't worry you guys were broken up for almost a year before you and Hayley first even talked, you are fine" she stated and you nodded.

It was not fine.

Your face was hurting from how many times your face scrunched up from a tackle from Katie or Hayley.

The whole game was very physical and you were just waiting for someone to come off in tears. You did make eye contact with Katie before the match so she knew where you were sitting, looking back to you every now and then.

Hayley did not like that at all.

"You got a staring problem McCabe?" she asked and she crossed her head "I just remember a pretty face when I see one" she shrugged and Hayley watched the ball "ex pretty face" she corrected

"You calling y/n ugly, wow I might go tell her after the game, I'm sure she'll be happy we haven't been alone together for a while" she smirked as she saw the Australian head practically whip around at her comment.

"Just saying, I miss her screaming my name at games, and at other places" Katie shrugged and licked her lips, looking back to you once again.

Hayley's plays became more angry and you were sure she was about to get a yellow card any second. You couldn't count how many times the two girls were at each other and you were sinking down in your seat each time.

You knew Katie was only looking at you to get on the Australians nerve and it was working so you sent Katie a glare which she just sent her tongue out too, something she knew you used to find attractive when you were together.

When the ball next comes to your girlfriend she passes it off near her defenders leg, next thing you knew Katie was on her back on the ground and Hayler was trying to defend herself to the referee who crossed her head and pulled out the yellow card.

You shook your head in annoyance knowing that Katie was very proud of herself as she watched your current girlfriend walk off the field and to the bunch.

After the game that Australia won, you didn't run to your girlfriend which you usually do instead you slowly walked until Hayley saw you, her head hung low as she realized you were either about to tease her or yell at her.

She took advantage of your slowness as when you passed some of the Ireland players she ran up and kissed you which you laughed at "Stop being jealous" you told her which she rolled her eyes at.

"Hey the Rasotude is for the umpires, not for me" you pointed at her

"I was just reminding someone who's going to be in your bed tonight"

[xjulixred45x]

Platonic!Arthur Auguste Angel x GN!Reader

Request from @kamiko1234

Can I get some platonic Arthur Auguste Angel x reader ?Reader being an exwire alongside and a friend of Rin, thus absoloutly despising Arthur.

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: neutral

Warnings: Major spoilers for the manga!! proceed with caution! Arthur's hatred of demons, Arthur is kind of dense, kind of Fluff, mostly comedic.

You were Friends with Rin before everything happen.

You two practically grew up together, you were one of the few friends who stayed with him despite his "problematic" attitude.

because you could see that he was a good boy, with good feelings, but that he defended what he believed in very fiercely.

Thanks to this, when the events occur where they find out that he is the son of Satan, guess who he told first :D

You accompanied him through everything, when he lost his adoptive father, the confusion he was going through, etc.

You decided that you weren't going to leave him alone (no offense Yukio, but Reader is more Rin's twin than you at this point) and you begged the people of the monastery to let you go with him, you begged them SO MUCH and with SO MUCH STRENGTH that they had than give in to your demand.

Rin, at first, wasn't very happy, but he quickly forgave you, because after all you were doing this for him, because you cared..

Being at True Cross Academy, unlike Rin, you tried A LOT academically speaking, since you knew that unlike Rin, you didn't have as much physical talent, so you sharpened your mind as much as you could.

(it was definitely awkward having Yukio as the Professor at first, because, well, HE'S 15???)

It was around this time that everyone met Arthur.

although he probably already had eyes on you, being one of Rin's best friends.

sincerely? Arthur thought at first that you were being ridiculous by staying with someone like Rin, you have great potential and yet you stay on the side of a DEMON? Unthinkable!

Every time Angel has to be around Rin (and by extension you) he will always say some comment like that, how you should take advantage of everything you have and get away from Rin to shine on your own.

In Arthur's mind, this was a compliment, since he is the new paladin and therefore "you should take what he says into consideration" and that he was recognizing your potential as an Ex-wire.

but honestly it just made you angry! obviously! because I was flattering you, yes, but I was putting your friend down to do it! It honestly made you feel offended.

but Arthur didn't really understand why you were mad at him. so he kept trying and trying.

Eventually your skills reached a pretty high point (regardless of what type of exorcist you are) and you were feeling proud of yourself.

but Arthur then insisted on giving you specialized training, since according to him, as you were Rin's "best friend", you had to be prepared to "stop him" if he "got out of control".

You were about to get offended again, but then you realized that it really wouldn't have any effect. Besides, would it really be that bad? It is top-notch training after all. Even if it's from Arthur.

Even Rin encouraged you to do it, even if both you and him didn't like it, it was a great opportunity (and partly he would be calmer knowing that you could "handle him" if he got out of control again.)

So you attended his training.

Partly Arthur wanted to prove his point with all this, that you could be even better if you weren't with Rin, that you would be safer and happier without the spawn of Satan with you.

The training sessions with Arthur at the beginning are quite hellish, they are intense, long, but productive. even if you can't move your limbs much because of the pain afterwards.

Besides, even if he tried to deny it, you learned several new things with Arthur, things that you still didn't even learn with Yukio.

obviously, you wouldn't say it to his face at first, but at least you appreciated that it wasn't a waste of time.

The more you improved with your Exorcism skills, the more forgiving Arthur became, you took longer/more frequent breaks, he would take your opinions more into account, he learned more about you and your limits in general.

Even Arthur learned to read your emotions better and would act accordingly, he took great advantage of when you were angry or frustrated so that you could get all that energy out by training.

Although he also noticed very quickly when you were sad or discouraged, on those types of days they would practice things that he knew you liked.

I might even take you out to eat! anywhere, according to the "it's not good for you to do so much physical activity on an empty stomach."

Although, to be honest, it's not at all subtle that he's doing it for your own good. It makes you feel...good in a way. You can start respecting him from there, even if it's as an exorcist.

Also, in general, Arthur after a while no longer talks about Rin when he is with you, noting that his negative comments towards your "friend" affected your progress, which was difficult for him because he absolutely HATED the boy's mere existence, but....he could have bitten his tongue, at least in front of you.

After all, it seems like he won't be able to change that about you. He hates your "friend" and doesn't hide it, but for now he can tolerate your relationship with him.

and as strange as it may sound, he wasn't that bad to be with, you could even say he was fun from time to time.

Apart from the fact that you realized something that made it funnier, it was that this man is DENSE and he didn't even notice when you were making fun of him, so that helped a little to see him in a more sympathetic light.

In general you had never had a "mentor" figure as such and although you liked some teachers, you wouldn't say that you had a bond or anything like that with them, not even Yukio.

so overall Arthur was pretty nice in that sense, having someone care about you because they CHOOSE to do so was amazing, it made you feel good about yourself even knowing what he thought of Rin.

although you also began to understand him a little when you learned about his relationship with the demons, what they did to him, of course, made sense. Besides, it was his job, you couldn't really blame him for being afraid of Rin.

In turn, Arthur also began to care more genuinely about you.

As you raised your abilities considerably, they told him to start taking you on missions on your own or even his own missions, which made him have a level of fear that he wasn't expecting.

I was worried that you had the Theory right, but that when push came to shove you would end up hurt or WORSE on his guard. You were a CHILD for the love of God.

although I decided that for now it would be best if you went on Missions with him, since at least then you can learn FROM HIM without going directly into action (unless it's something Arthur knows YOU CAN handle).

Which meant that every time you went on a mission together, Arthur would push you back by being "out of your league" or even go to more unorthodox measures to protect you.

Like with the Impure Princess for example, you knew you COULD NOT beat that thing, Arthur knew it, but he even got to the point of almost GETTING HIT IN YOUR PLACE on that occasion.

which honestly left you quite surprised and worried. What the hell was he thinking?? (although he looked naughty, you admit that).

Although if you ask him about it, he always says the same thing "it is my duty as a Paladin AND your master to make sure you arrive alive" although you can clearly see that he is not completely sincere. in a good way.

I can also see Arthur referring to you as "his apprentice" or something like that. I think he would like to say something more like "successor" but he knows that's not how it works😅

and he tries to completely deny that he has a special affection for you, but it's SO OBVIOUS that everyone points it out or makes some kind of joke about it.

Arthur:✨of course I care about all the Ex-wires equally!✨

x:The Ex-wire were attacked while you were away!

Arthur: IS (READER) OK!?

Do you see what I mean?

although he also shows more affection on certain occasions.

For example, if you advance from Ex-wiew Rank to the next prematurely, he will be celebrating with you (he wants you to progress after all).

and in general he doesn't like it when teachers try to "bring you down" so to speak. Even if by extension to Rin you get into trouble with the Vatican, he will defend you, because for him you were not guilty, Rin was.

Speaking of, Rin and Arthur manage to make an agreement between themselves, where neither of them acts hostile towards the other while you're WATCHING, a cold war pact.

It's the only way these two can be in a room with you. Rin tolerates Arthur because he loves you and Arthur...ignores Rin for seeing you. win win.

Overall Arthur is quite fun to have as a mentor, he encourages you to progress and "shine" on your own while supporting you in the process, just don't leave him alone with Rin for too long, please.

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[writing-whump]

Drunk at New Years

Arnie gets drunk on New Years after a fight with Hector. Angst, vomiting, comfort.

Hector was worried.

For the last couple of hours he alternated between angrily pacing the room and dialing Arnie's number. It was half three in the morning on New Years and Arnie was not picking up.

When he got back, Hector would tear him into two pieces.

It was the first New Years Hector and Arnie fought. Really, it was rather rare for them to fight at all.

Hector was acutely aware his brother was human since he was very small. You could simply not treat a human kid like you would a pup. Since that realization settled in, Hector couldn't help but feel Arnie was incredibly fragile. Wouldn't heal, couldn't jump, couldn't compete with his strength against a wolf even if he got combat training.

And Hector hated wolves from their pack didn't treat humans well. Heck, he himself didn't think much of them - useless, weak little things that ruled the world just because of their sheer numbers and fondness for explosive devices.

But Arnie was different. The kid was tough as nails underneath the frail human body. He used the clarity of his human mind, unburdened by aggressive shadow that would heighten every emotion and make it unignorable, to make long-term schemes, acute observations and was capable of incredible concentration.

Not to mention being able to use words like knifes. Hector had never met anyone who could shred even wolves to pieces with just a few words and precise observations.

Arnie was tough. But he was still human. And human kids of 18 didn't run around a city of almost 2 million people and countless wolf packs at night, at New Years, when everyone was drank and dangerously out of control.

He tried calling again, but although it rang, no one picked up.

That's when he heard the clittering of keys at the door.

Hector hurried over as it opened, his little brother stumbling inside.

His blond hair was tousled out of its styled form, his emerald green eyes feverishly glassy and he had that dumb smiley expression Hector had seen on many drunks.

The worry immediately replaced disgust as he frowned in disapproval.

"Oh, hey. You still up. What a bummer," Arnie said, swaying and closing the door behind him with a giggle.

"Where the hell have you been?" Hector said, crossing his arms on his chest.

"Here and there. Found a really tasty place and lots of happy people being willing to be happy with you. It was fuuuun."

Hector's nose scrunched as he breathed in the smell of beer clinging to his brother. "You know I don't approve of alcohol. You look pathetic as fuck."

Arnie's eyes widened before he grinned again, the arrogant prick. "Yeah, I know. What about you just...run along and go to sleep? Don't mess up your precious schedule. As you can see, I'm too intoxicated to properly enjoy your scolding," he laughed again, a little hysteric at the end. "Or maybe it's a good time, cause there is three of you so the lecture will-brrrrrrrp- multiply." He all but sang the last word, shaking off his boots.

"Fine. We'll talk in the morning."

Arnie threw his coat to the ground, muffling a burp against his fist. "Oh, he wants to talk all of sudden. That will be a milestone after two weeks of silent treatment."

Hector rolled his eyes, leaving Arnie to his drunken stumbling.

The comment stung, because it was true.

Arnie went behind his back and talked with Isaiah.

Okay, to be fair, it wasn't behind his back, but it was against his wishes. Surely Hector was justified in feeling angry?

Arnie accused him of not trying enough and that he should admit to missing Isaiah too and make minimal effort. That the meeting went well, that Isaiah was glad to see him.

Hector told him he was pathetic, annoying someone who was clearly not interested, abandoning them. He couldn't stand that Arnie had a good time with Isaiah, that their oldest brother welcomed him with open arms while he treated Hector with such coldness.

Arnie just grimaced at the words. "If you made any effort at all instead of your usual anger, pride and wolf posturing, we could have had him back years ago."

Hector said nothing, fighting down his shadow's immediate angry reaction. He was used to getting his way with his pack - he was the branch leader in Vienna after all. It was weird he could not react to dissent the way he wanted. But he wouldn't go so low as to pull his shadow at his human brother.

So he simply held his tongue and their silence at home began.

It was deserved. He would simply wait for an apology.

It was also way more unnerving than he expected.

Seemed Arnie was hellbent on proving that waiting for apologizes was futile.

Hector went to get a glass of water, skin on his arms tingling with relief and nerves. It wasn't like Arnie to be this irresponsible though. Hell, all human dangers in this city applied for him. What if he got mugged on the way? Or stumbled upon a drunken group of troublemakers who would hurt him? What if he got hit by a car?

Not to mention Arnie's vulnerability as a human to a wolf leader of a powerful pack branch - any pack could take the opportunity and kidnap him to have leverage over Hector. Arnie was normally watchful and knew how to hide, run, fight back or call for him - but not when he was so out of it.

Acting like a child, truly. What a stupid way to have a tantrum.

Could 18 years old be grounded? Arnie was still a teenager, right? Birthdays were stupid and didn't change someone's maturity anyway.

Hector switched the lights off in the kitchen, heading to his room to sleep as Arnie told him, when a loud moan stopped him in his tracks.

The little bathroom that just had a toilet and a sink was open and alight and he could hear Arnie's erratic breathing.

Yeah, Arnie didn't drink or get out of control or do any of those rebellious teenager stuff. He was too smart and mature for that. No way he would take the alcohol well with his fragile weak human constitution.

Hector wanted to leave him to it. Just desserts for being stupid and worrying the hell out of him for an argument they didn't have to have.

But he heard Arnie spitting into the water and another soft groan echoed against the tiles.

Before Hector made a conscious decision, his legs led him right to small bathroom. He braced against the doorframe.

Arnie was draped over the toilet, all drunken humor gone now. His arms were folded over the rim, cushioning his forehead, face turned towards the water. His legs hugged the porcelain from each side.

"Alcohol's not so fun going up, huh?" Hector gloated.

Arnie burped loudly, sound echoing in the toilet. "Go...go the -buuuurrgg- fuck away." His voice was strained, punctured by another belch.

Hector rolled his eyes, though Arnie didn't see it, face still turned inwards toward the bowl. His shoulders heaved heavily as he breathed in anticipation, sweat clinging to the back of his shirt and neck. His hair wasn't holding at all, too sweaty and greasy, falling into his face. It was long enough to brush against his cheeks and chin.

Hector stepped away to go into the big bathroom, opening Arnie's cupboard. There was the hair tie. Arnie had the weirdest collection of hair accessories and sprays and gels and whatnot.

He returned to the smaller bathroom, crouching down next to Arnie. His position didn't change, only his breathing picked up a little.

Hector gently gathered the hair from both sides of his face to tie it up in a tiny ball at the back of his head.

Arnie winced at the contact, another little moan escaping him.

"Stop fighting it," Hector said with a sigh, leaning back against the wall. The space was small, they were crowded like this in the small quarters.

"Go away," Arnie repeated, voice raspy and small, like he was about to cry. Hector's heart squeezed at the sound, despite how disgusting the situation was.

"Don't tell me what to do," Hector said, planing a hand in the middle of Arnie's back. "Just get it up already. It will happen anyway, better to get rid of it and go to sleep. It's the quickest cure ever."

"How...how would you know? You were never drunk before." Arnie spit some more into the bowl, eyes squeezing shut. He was red in the face, lips pressed tightly together.

"Sure was," Hector said, rubbing little circles into Arnie's sweaty back. "Isaiah made me drink at home when I was 14. Wanted me to know how my shadow would react and what it would feel like to have too much." It was a very educational move in hindsight. Hector drank his weight in wine and then spend the night and better part of the next day heaving over the toilet.

Alcohol was definitely not worth it in his book.

Isaiah sat beside him every damn minute, not complaining once. Making him drink lemon water, so Hector didn't even get a headache.

It pained him to remember that although he appreciated the memory. He could even laugh about it, if it wasn't so bitter.

No one had done the same thing for Arnie. Isaiah wasn't there anymore when Arnie reached that age. Maybe this was Hector's responsibility.

Arnie's breathing grew even faster and he burped, his shoulders tensing under Hector's hand. He nuzzled his head against his crossed hands over the rim, groaning pitifully. "I don't wanna throw up."

"You are too queasy to have a choice," Hector admonished. Jesus, this was taking long. They would be here all night at this pace.

"And you are a stubborn mule," he muttered, lifting his hand away. Instead of the rubbing, he patted Arnie on the upper back. Hard.

Arnie's shoulders hitched and he gagged, a mouthful of liquid hitting the water. He lifted his head a little in shock. "What-"

Hector patted him again and this time Arnie heaved up a bigger wave of yellow liquid. And then it seemed to be set off well.

Arnie groaned with each next wave, whole back arching. His body was too forceful about expelling the poison to let him protest anymore. Each wave was more violent, to the point Hector wondered how many beers he could have fitted in there.

When Arnie heaved for the fifth time, it got smaller again. He breathed heavily, hands gripping the rim of the toilet.

Hector went from patting to rubbing wide circles into his back.

When Arnie lifted his head in a slight break between vomiting he looked terrible. Drool all over his chin, tears streaming down his face and mixing with snot from his nose.

"That's disgusting," Hector said, rolling up some toilet paper to wipe the mess on his chin, before taking another and holding it against Arnie's nose. "Blow."

Arnie listened this time, loudly blowing his nose into the paper.

Hector flushed the toilet, not that it helped much against the pukey smell, even though they let the door open. "How are we doing? Any better?"

Arnie moaned, hands wrapping around his middle, forehead pressing against the rim. "You did that on purpose."

"Yeah, and it helped, so shut up. You feel like you are done?" Hector took some more toilet paper to mop Arnie's sweaty back.

Arnie burped, then scrambled back against the toilet as another gush flew out of his mouth. It was chunkier this time, like he finally reached the food part of his digestive system.

Hector grimaced, gripping one of Arnie's shoulders so he wouldn't smash his head against the toilet with the force of the heaves, while he went to rubbing his back with the other. "Okay, okay. Just get it up. You are okay."

The next round was more like projectile shooting, involuntary and powerful. Arnie just heaved and heaved, vomit more brown than before, tears streaming down his cheeks again, which Hector found the most excruciating part, beside the smell.

It was almost 4 am till Arnie's vomiting tempered off a bit and he leaned against the wall from the side, dozing off from exhaustion when he wasn't gulping down emptily. Hector decided that looked safe enough to change positions.

"Okay, champ. Come on, get up." Hector grabbed him under the armpits to lift him up. Arnie swayed in his hold, leaning against his chest but followed obediently.

Hector manoeuvred his arm around his neck and dragged him out, getting him into the guest bedroom, the closest one to the bathroom.

Arnie curled up on the bed, nuzzling his face and signing his relief at the touch of the mattress.

"Strip out of those clothes. Come on, pipsqueak, help me here."

Arnie just groaned, hands wrapping tightly around his middle, face against he matrass to block out the light.

Hector sighed, grabbing his sweaty shirt and pulling it off, continuing with the pants. He got Arnie's pyjamas from his room and helped him get in before throwing the covers over him, getting the trashcan to the side of his head. Last touch was getting the windows wide open to get some clean fresh air.

Hector settled next to Arnie on his back over the covers in exhaustion, not feeling like changing himself. What a way to spend the New Years.

"The trashcan is right next to you on the nightstand. Don't miss it," he told him.

Arnie squirmed, tugging the covers closer against the cold night air. He squinted his eyes at Hector in the dark, the green shining like a cat's.

"You still angry?" he asked in a small voice.

"Yeah. No. I don't know. Just get some sleep. You will feel better soon."

Arnie said nothing watching him further, a soft airy burp escaping him. He put a hand over his mouth, as if to muffle it.

Hector sighed, lifting himself up on his arms in anticipation to get the trashcan. "If you need to throw up-"

The next sound Arnie made sounded more like a sob though. That made him freeze.

Arnie's shoulders were shaking and he curled on on his side into a ball, tears streaming down his face.

"Hey, hey, hey. None of that. Hey. What's wrong?" Hector felt his voice lowering and softening immediately at the sight, reaching out his hand to plant it on the side of Arnie's face, combing his fingers through the greasy blond hair.

"Pipsqueak, come on. Talk to me. Everything is alright. You are fine, everything's fine. I'm not angry," he said quickly, feeling helpless.

Arnie just shook his head, crying harder, chest shaking with sobs and hiccups.

"Hey. I think you might be a whiny drunk, you know? It's okay. Not your fault. It will go away."

"Why....why can't I-" Arnie hiccuped, face glistening with tears as they run down his chin and dripped down his neck. "Why can't I have you both?"

Hector winced, reminded of the ball of gnarled hurt and anger and confusion he felt whenever Isaiah was mentioned.

It wasn't fair Arnie could forgive so easily. It wasn't fair Isaiah didn't care about him the same way as he did for Arnie. It wasn't fair Hector made it harder for both of them with how he felt.

"You are not losing me, pipsqueak. I'm not going anywhere," he promised in a rough voice, cupping Arnie's nape and tugging him forward against his chest.

Arnie cried and cried, snuggling deep into into his shirt as Hector wrapped his arms around his shaky frame.

They stayed like that until Arnie ran out of tears - most of them covering the front of Hector's shirt - and dozed off, breathing softly, the smell of cheap beer and puke breath still radiating off him like bad perfume.

@bellysoupset

[sarilolla]

Ooh! How about Clay being the third and last to arrive before Branch dies? And Viva reuniting with Poppy that way and her reaction to Branch's death and his brothers' grief considering she knows what it's like to essentially lose a sibling?

And JD arriving too late? How would he react upon realizing his controlling nature essentially sealed his baby brother's fate?

Ooof ouch, that hurts- Ofc I will write that >:)

Hanahaki Branch au (slight spoilers/alternative ending to not finished fic)

***

Life in Putt Putt Village was calm yet vigilant. Being co-leader meant Clay did many tasks around the golf course, and he for one excelled at the “boring” tasks. Life was calm, until it wasn’t.

The golf course was made by Bergens once upon a time, and there was always a possibility that one day they would show up. The Trolls in the village were quiet as a couple came through the doors, commenting on the eeriness of the place. Viva led the attack, tying them up, which seemed to surprise them, but they didn't directly fight back. The *Trolls* with them argued against their capture though.

After a few very tense moments, they got to talking. The group insisted they were friends with the Bergens, who were the young king and queen, and it was very hard to believe.

Two of the Trolls were speaking together, and Clay and Viva froze upon hearing two names.

"Told you we should have brought Poppy with us. She would know how to convince these Trolls about at least listening to us," the short yellow one said, and the glitter Troll shook his head.

"You know she wouldn't have left Branch behind in his condition."

"Fair enough."

"Wait, wait, wait, what?"

And the explanation came. Something about Poppy and Branch saving the world twice, but that Branch was sick, and had been for a long time. Clay wanted to scream when he heard which illness he had. Hanahaki. He had read a book about it when he was younger, a tragic love story, but to think his baby brother had it? That was worse than every sad book he had ever read combined and tripled. He had to go!

Reluctantly, they let the Bergens go, and tentatively, Viva and Bridget bonded over Poppy. Clay just wanted to get to Branch. People were out looking for the rest of his brothers, and even if he had been angry with them once, he would face them for Branch.

The trip from Putt Putt to Pop Village felt like it took years, even if it was only a few hours. Clay was too focused on where he was supposed to get to his baby brother, he barely noticed Viva reuniting with her dad. It was teary, and he was happy for her.

When he got to the bunker, a pink Troll with fuschia hair left, and she resembled Viva a lot. It had to be Poppy. Her eyes lit up stepping off the elevator, and from what Clay had learned, Branch had built the bunker himself. It was very impressive.

"Clay?"

"Yes?"

"I'm Poppy. Branch is on the lowest floor. Someone will point you the way to his door. Floyd and Bruce are there too."

He nodded, not questioning the name, and headed down as quickly as possible, not missing her little mantra of "There's still hope.".

A purple aquatic-looking Troll with pink hair was sitting down in what looked like a living room, comforted by a shorter Troll with wings and pink hair, who pointed him to a door. Walking up to it while wringing his hands, he took a deep breath before knocking, and a voice he could recognize anywhere told him to come in.

Three of his brothers were inside, and all looked happy to see him. His focus was however immediately on the one in the bed, who was blinking at him sleepily. Branch was an adult, but he looked so small like this. It didn't feel right. Branch was their bright, happy baby brother. Not... not this.

Closing the door, he rushed over to Branch's side as Floyd gave him the space to do so. Both middle and youngest brothers were looking at each other, and Clay wanted to squish that too-tired look out of his face.

"Hey, Bittie B."

Branch wrinkled his nose at that, and Spruce chuckled.

"He insists it's Branch now. Made the mistake myself."

"Oh."

"And, by the way, it's Bruce now. Changed my name a few years back."

"Very fancy, I like it."

It was so nice being back with his brothers. He had thought they were dead a long time, but no, here three of them were.

"Clay..."

Branch said, and Clay's attention snapped back to him. The way his voice was so small and fragile made his heart hurt.

"I'm here, B."

"Love you."

His breath caught in his throat, before he nodded, "I love you too."

With the confession, Branch's breathing cleared a bit, and the collective relief in the room was palpable. It still wasn't clear, it was still stuttering, and the realization that they needed John Dory to come soon hit hard.

"Tell me what you did outside the tree," Branch asked him, and he looked at the other two.

"He asked the same of us," Floyd shrugged, and Bruce nodded, "Tell us what you've been up to Clay."

"Well, first off, I'm now a licensed CPA, and..."

He talked about his travels, finding the Putt Putt Trolls, being co-leader, and everything else he could think about. None of his brothers seemed judgemental that he had stopped being "The Fun One", but more... proud of who he was now.

Poppy returned after a while, holding Viva's hand. Both looked both happy and sad, and Bruce gave up his spot on Branch's side for Poppy. The two youngest looked at each other, Poppy brushing his chin carefully just to check on him, earning a soft hum.

Viva stood slightly to the side, before Clay looked at her, offering a spot beside him. Floyd was once again holding Branch's hand, and Viva took Clay's as Branch's breathing became weird again. His eyes slipped shut, and Clay looked between Branch's face, and the hands that still held onto Floyd and Poppy.

They were getting slack, and his breath was getting unnoticeable except for the weak stuttering to it. Holding onto that slightly raspy sound as the only proper sign Branch was alive, wasn’t fun. This wasn’t something either Fun-Clay or Serious-Clay could handle, not really.

Viva’s paw slipped into his when the sound stopped. The entire room was silent.

Branch wasn’t alive anymore. He wasn’t with them anymore. He was gone. Viva held his hand, but also held onto Poppy as she started sobbing. Floyd moved around the bed to sit between his older brothers, leaning into Bruce’s side as Clay clutched his hand.

They hadn’t saved their baby brother.

—

Far enough away that it was a problem, an increasingly greying Troll sat behind the wheel of his most trustworthy companion.

“We’ll get there in time. We have to get there in time. I can’t…”

John’s voice broke off, his mutterings barely heard by the other two Trolls inside Rhonda. He never thought he would see those two leaders work together, but they had, to find him. So he could help save his baby brother.

His brothers were probably already there, and John Dory had to make it there in time. Tell his baby brother he loves him. Tell all his brothers he loved them. Apologize for being a massive jerk when they were younger. If he hadn’t, maybe they would have stuck together. Branch would know he was loved. He wouldn’t die.

Suddenly, a small *ping* made its way into his ears. Pulling out the small hug time bracelet, he looked at the now open flower.

It had belonged to Branch. He had fastened it himself around his tiny wrist on the youngest first birthday. John had found it when he visited the destroyed remains of their home.

The forget-me-not shone so innocently, and yet… John knew it hadn’t pinged him for hug time.

***

*bonks you* Did you guys know that if any of the brothers got Hanahaki for Branch, our beloved boy would be the Forget-me-not? Little baby boy who loves his brothers above all is the flower meaning “Don’t forget me”? Isn’t that just swell?

Also, headcanon that hug time bracelets are given on the first birthday by a family member. They're not actually made of the different flowers, but they're modeled after them. And as mentioned in the main fic, Branch lost his at one point before or during the escape.

So yeah, Bridget, Gristle and the Snack Pack finding Clay, Viva, and the Putt Putts, while not specified here, it's Delta and Barb who finds John. I mentioned in this ficlet that Country and Rock had interacted with the oldest brother, so they set off to find him. I don't know why I decided to add that Synth and Dante Crescendo sitting there keeping watch of Branch, I haven't watched much of Trollstopia at all, but it just felt right. (Also, Clay never interacted with other genres, and neither have any other Putt Putt, so he doesn't know they're Techno and Classical)

So, yeah, that was another dose of angst. Alternative endings counter: 7. Alternative endings were Branch dies: 6

[lenievi]

When I was writing the previous post, I had a random thought, so I want to offer a different perspective I just thought of lol

MCCOY: You listen to me, you pointed-eared Vulcan. SPOCK: I don't like that. I don't think I ever did, and now I'm sure.

imho people are too quick to jump to the interpretation that Spock has always hated McCoy because of this line. That Spock was just silently suffering and never said that McCoy's words bothered him.

Which is literally so ??? to me because Spock will express his dissatisfaction.

SPOCK: Frankly, I was rather dismayed by your use of the term half-breed, Captain. You must admit, it is an unsophisticated expression. (What Are Little Girls Made Of?) SPOCK: Captain, I hardly believe that insults are within your prerogative as my commanding officer. (The City on the Edge of Forever) SPOCK: Don't be insulting, Doctor. (The Trouble with Tribbles)

are just a few of them. Spock typically says "don't be insulting" when Kirk or McCoy suggest he has feelings (or when Kirk compares him to a human), but as you can see from What Are Little Girls Made Of? he literally brought a thing that bothered him with Kirk up. Why would you think he just silently suffered McCoy's words? Why would he say he was bothered to his commanding officer and not his subordinate? That's not Spock.

Plus, when people use the line from All Our Yesterdays to "prove that Spock hates McCoy", why is

MCCOY: I wonder where Jim is. SPOCK: Who knows. We can only hope that he is well, wherever he is.

that precedes the "pointed-eared" comment ignored? Why is it ignored that Spock literally doesn't care about what happened to Kirk? That he just hopes that he is well. Why do you think McCoy got angry at Spock in this scene? Because Spock didn't show any kind of worry about Kirk. He just accepted that they couldn't go back. He gave up.

Now, when I got that out of my chest, this is the third time in 79 episodes (minus those McCoy didn't appear in), that McCoy used "pointed-eared" with Spock. The third time. One, in Bread and Circuses during an emotionally charged conversation, two, in The Gamesters of Triskelion, where Spock was like do you wanna mutiny (when Kirk, Chekov, and Uhura disappeared).

Why would Spock's reaction be at McCoy, especially? He doesn't say "I don't like you saying it, Doctor", he says he doesn't like the words. People - Kirk, Uhura, McCoy, random people - kept talking about his ears throughout the series, sometimes as a joke, sometimes as an insult, comparing him to Devil even (Uhura and Kirk both btw) or Midsummer Night's Dream's Puck. When Kirk tried to make him angry in This Side of Paradise, he uses "you're an overgrown jackrabbit, an elf" - both typical for pointed ears.

Humans always pointed out his ears. Always.

And now, when he's not in control, he's realizing that maybe he never liked humans talking about his ears. Not just McCoy. Everyone ever.

And it makes more sense to me that Spock's statement is in general rather than aimed at McCoy only.

yeah, anyway.

[aroaceconfessions]

Note: Heavy, contains specific mentions of acephobia by family members, contains details of a comingout going wrong, alludes to general aphobia, and talks about feeling exclusion at pride.

I've been aching a lot this pride month. It's the first pride month I've had where I really have known and accepted being aroace, and I just feel this ache sometimes.

People often talk about being happy and excited to go to pride events and pride parades but I just... ache.

I don't know if I want to go to a pride event, because I can't be certain that I will be welcomed, wanted, and celebrated there. And that hurts. It hurts that there's any kind of uncertainty about being wanted and welcomed, it hurts that I have to debate whether or not to go to a pride event because I just don't know if I can deal with defending my identity.

It hurts because it's made me realize that even though I only caught the tail end of the worst of the tumblr hate for aspecs, it was still enough. Enough to make me doubt, enough to leave me aching during a time when I should be celebrating. It hurts to see so much of the aspec community, that was so active and happy and proud during ASAW and valentines day, go silent during pride month.

It made me realize that hate and rejection still exists.

My family went to a huge pride event this pride, and I didn't end up going cause I was in a different area at the time. At first I was aching about it. It looked like they enjoyed it so much, and I just felt like I wouldn't have been. I feel that I ache too much, I hurt too much, I fear too much to feel comfortable at said pride event.

It doesn't help that my mom was the first and only person I deliberately came out too, (at the time I only thought I was ace too), and it didn't go well. It was less of blatant hate, and more of subtle acephobia, with comments about how I shouldn't get in a relationship then because it wouldn't be fair, or how it didn't matter to her because it wasn't a big deal, or concern about whether or not it was because of the purity culture crap. And it hurt so much, even more so because the comments came from places of ignorance, and love, and she didn't mean to hurt me, but she cut me to my core.

She's gotten better, and learned way more since then. I mean, she went to a pride parade, something I never could have imagined even three years ago. She's more accepting to all queer people, and honestly, if I came out now I'm sure it would have gone different. But the matter of fact is it didn't. And it still hurts. It hurts knowing that I didn't get the support and acceptance I needed, and knowing that so many people didn't change, and don't think I deserve to be at pride.

But.

I got in a call with my family soon after the pride event. Two of my younger family members told me they had saved me some ace merch. I'm crying thinking about it. I had felt so upset, so bitter, so angry, and here comes these wonderful people who bluntly and simply accepted and supported me. It healed the pieces of my heart that felt so young and broken and aching.

I've realized that I've only said the words I'm Asexual once outloud. And it didn't go well. I've never said I'm aromantic outloud. I've really only begun to say I think I'm ace or I'm probably aroace a lot recently. Because there's always this level of doubt for me.

But these wonderful people saw me and accepted me and supported me more then I do myself. And it means the world to me, more then they probably imagine.

I am asexual. I am aromantic. I am aroace.

I am queer, and I am here, and I belong at pride.

Submitted June 23, 2023

[i-used-to-wear-the-fedora]

Steddie Wish Baby AU, Baby Mine

Babies cried a lot. Eddie already knew that. But it seemed this kid, his kid, liked to scream their head off when he so much as put the baby down for even a second.

"Come on, please stop crying. I can't just hold you all the time." Eddie begged the kid as he sat on the couch, rocking the baby on his knee. Looking the child over revealed that this wish baby was a girl. Eddie knew as much about girls as he did about babies. Which was to say, very little. But he couldn't be angry at the kid. She didn't know any better. Staring up at him with her wide doe eyes, curiously reaching out. Her tiny hand caught a strand of his hair and gave it a tug. The baby let out a giggle as she did so. Eddie sighed. He wasn't ready for a kid. How the hell was he even going to tell Steve? Hey, I've had a crush on you forever, and hearing you talk about six little nuggets made me want one? No way. Eddie could do this on his own....somehow...besides, he finally managed to get her to calm down. How hard could it be?

"Eddie? Hey? Are you there?" There was a banging on the front door. The baby broke out of her peaceful trance and began to sob again.

"Oh God damn it." Eddie cursed as he got up. He hesitated to answer the door for a moment before realizing he couldn't hide the baby forever. Going over to the door, Eddie opened it and froze when he saw the very man he was intent on avoiding. Steve Harrington was on his porch. The screen door was the only thing between the two as Eddie gaped. Searching for words to say before managing to stutter a question out. "Er, ugh, Harrington....what are you doing here?" Eddie turned the baby away from the man. Patting her back in an attempt to soothe her.

"Dustin asked me to come check on you. Wanted to make sure you were okay." Of course Dustin would send Harrington to check on him. He watched Steve take a moment to recognize the baby. "Ugh, what's that?" Eddie couldn't help but snort.

"It's a baby Harrington. You of all people should know-"

"I mean, why do you have one?" Straight to the point. Eddie couldn't reasonably say babysitting. Who would trust a recently acquitted Satanic murderer with their child? The truth was out of the option too....

"She's ugh, well, you ever hear about the term wish baby?" Steve blinked at him. Looking at Eddie, then the baby in his arms, then back at Eddie.

"You made a wish baby?"

"Not on purpose!" Eddie defended himself. "It's a long story. But yeah. This little gal is mine."

"Oh." Steve stared for a moment. "She looks like you."

"Yeah."

"So....who's the mom?" There it was. The million dollar question.

"I can't tell you. It would ruin her life." Last thing Eddie wanted to do was drag Steve down with him. He only knew a few things about the Harrington family via passing comments from Steve and Robin. But he knew enough to know that if Harrington Senior found out Steve had a kid with another man, a Munson, he would not be happy. "Her parents would kill her if they found out."

"Shit." Steve paused. Only now did Eddie realize the baby had stopped crying. "So, are you going to keep her?"

"Yeah....yeah I'm the reason she's here in the first place. I can't just dump her off some place and run away."

"Raising a baby on your own is a lot. Do you even have stuff for a baby?" Eddie shook his head.

"No. I don't even know where to start." Eddie admitted as his grip on the baby tightened slightly. "Only been a dad for a few hours and I'm already doing a sucky job."

"Hey, don't say that." Steve frowned. "Listen-I'll take you shopping. We'll get the stuff she really needs and go from there."

"Steve, you don't have to do this. I'm not some charity case."

"No, but you are my friend." Eddie didn't want to admit how his heart skipped a beat when Steve called him a friend. "Come on, we can go to Wally World and get everything we need for the kid."

"Are you sure you're okay with this?"

"Yeah, of course!" Steve nodded excitedly. He had no reason to be this enthusiastic and supportive, yet here he was, willing to help with anything Eddie needed for their baby. A small smile crossed Eddie's face. Knowing that even if he didn't tell Steve, at least he'd still be in their daughter's life.

"Mind holding her while I go grab my coat?"

"Oh, ugh-yeah! I can do that." Steve agreed. Eddie opened the screen door and stepped out. He carefully handed the baby to Steve, the child almost instinctively curling into her other father's arms like she had with Eddie previously. For a moment, it was like they were a happy little family.

[svt-yexi]

can we get a yexi angst chapter where one of the members and her fight , and maybe it was bad to a point where she maybe distanced herself and kind of closed off from everyone

I hope this fulfills what you were wanting, it's not exact but I hope you still enjoy it!

No More Fighting (2021)

Summary: Sexual harassment allegations towards Mingyu has Yexi seeing red and she doesn't agree with the way it's being handled by the company...or Seungcheol.

(anything in Italics is either Chinese or English)

Yexi slammed the front door to the upstairs dorm causing a few members on the couch to jump at the loud noise. Her eyes scanned the living room but didn't see her intended target. She quickly headed towards his room fuming. As soon as she saw him her anger boiled over.

"Ya! Choi Seungcheol!"

The boy in question turned around with an eyebrow raised, "Oppa." he corrected.

"Fuck that. You're really going to let the company do that to him?!"

Realizing that she was angry over the news about Mingyu he pointed at her in warning "Check your attitude Yex. This is only temporary. Mingyu will be back doing schedules with us as soon as everything is cleared up. The company is looking into it."

"This is Mingyu we're talking about! He would never sexually harass someone. So I'm not really sure what needs to be looked into. The bitch is a liar and you know it!"

Seungcheol sighed in exasperation, "No one believes he did Yexi, we can't just swear he'd never do something like that and the public will believe us. Not when so many people are getting busted for bullying. The company has to take a take a thorough approach with this to make sure there is no room left for people to question that Mingyu is innocent."

Yexi was still so wrapped up in her anger that she didn't hear some of the members come up behind her to keep an eye on the situation between the two of them. It was rare that the two fought, but when they did it usually got heated pretty quickly.

"You're just letting netizens crucify Mingyu because you're a coward!" She accused.

"Yexi!" Joshua scolded, "Cheol is doing his best. He was at the company for hours with Mingyu."

Yexi turned to Joshua, "This is bullshit and you know it. I can't just sit by and watch people spread lies about him."

"Let the company handle it." Joshua pleaded.

"I'll pull you from activities if I have to Yex. Don't force my hand in this."

Yexi scoffed and turned to look at him, "So now you grow a backbone? Do whatever you want, but I refuse to sit by and let this continue."

Without giving Seungcheol a chance to answer she turned and left his room making her way out of the apartment and down the few flights of stairs to her own. Could she have handled the confrontation better? Probably. Will she heed his advice? Absolutely not. Once in her room she text her manager asking if she could do a live today because she missed Carats.

A knock on her bedroom door caused her to glare at it, "Go away!"

The person on the other side of the door ignored her and opened the door anyways, "Don't be a brat." he scolded.

Yexi rolled her eyes at Minghao's comment, "Did our oh so magnificent leader call you to try and talk to me?"

He sighed at her comment, "No it was Shua Hyung actually. He was worried you would do something stupid and end up getting in trouble with the company, but speaking of Hyung don't you think you're being a little unfair?"

Yexi averted her eyes, "He's being spineless and letting the company do whatever they want instead of protecting Mingyu."

"Have you even talked to Mingyu about what the company is doing or are you assuming based on the statement the company made to the public?" Minghao sat down beside her and tried to get her to look at him, "I know you're protective of all of us but you need to have all the facts before you start trying to crucify the person who sat beside Mingyu through his meeting with the company."

It was the first bit of guilt that Yexi had felt since reading the company's statement regarding the accusations, "Well he didn't fight hard enough." Yexi mumbled refusing to acknowledge that what Minghao was saying made sense.

"Hey." Minghao nudged her and waited for her to look at him before continuing, "In all the years you've known hyung has he ever not given his all when it comes to us?"

Silence hung in the air before Yexi relented, "No." she mumbled.

"Then why would you assume that he would start now?"

"But he--"

"Stop. You just don't want to admit that you realize you're in the wrong."

With that comment the guilt overflowed within Yexi and she could feel her eyes burning with the threat of tears, "He's gonna hate me."

"No he's not."

"I yelled at him."

"You aren't the first." he reminded her while pulling out his phone and sending a quick message before slipping it back in his pocket.

Silence hung between them for a while, "Can I be alone for a while?" Yexi whispered.

Minghao nodded and stroked her hair, "Don't hole yourself up out of guilt and make sure you talk to hyung, the longer you put it off the worse you'll feel."

Yexi nodded and Minghao left her to her thoughts. Sometimes she hated how well Minghao knew her because she knew that he was right, the longer she went without talking to Seungcheol to clear the air, the longer the guilt would eat at her. Yexi chewed on her bottom lip while deep in thought wondering how to handle everything. She had never blown up at Seungcheol like that and she didn't know how to navigate the issue and she was embarrassed of her behavior so she didn't want to talk to her members about it. There was only one person she could think of that knew him well enough to help her. She pulled out her phone and held down seven on her speed dial and brought it to her ear.

"Yexi-ya." the familiar sweet tone filled her ears.

Yexi couldn't fight the hot tears that fell, "Eomma."

Yexi could hear Mrs. Choi excuse herself from whoever she was talking to, "What's wrong honey?"

"I messed up and I'm scared Oppa won't forgive me."

"What could you possibly do that would make Seungcheol not forgive you?"

Yexi wiped at her tears and tried to muffle her sniffle, "Someone accused Mingyu Oppa of sexual harassment and I yelled at Oppa saying that he wasn't protecting Mingyu and was being a....coward." her cheeks flushed in shame.

The sigh his mother gave was the final blow and Yexi burst out into tears, "Yexi-ya you out of everyone knows how much all of you mean to him and I know there is no way that he wouldn't do everything he could to help Mingyu. You are fiercely protective of the people you love and that is something we all love about you, but it can also make yourself short sighted. I can hear it in your voice that you feel guilty, and what was said was definitely unfair to Seungcheol but even with those words he would never hate you and he has probably already forgiven you."

It took a moment for Yexi to calm down before she could say anything, "I know I made a mistake and my words were harsh and I wish I could take them back but--"

"You still can." she interrupted, "I'm sure everyone is dealing with their emotions about this so if anything don't you think everyone would be more understanding than usual?"

Yexi sniffled, "Do you really think so?"

"They all love you sweetheart and everyone makes mistakes, friends and family fight all the time. Seungcheol knows the true you and I know for a fact that he would never hold a moment of anger over you. I think if you talk to him about it he will have already forgiven you. He's probably more worried about you than he is mad at you Yexi. You two have been close for a long time, do you honestly think that he would stay mad at you over this?"

She shook her head and then remembered that his mom couldn't see her, "No."

"My suggestion is to take a few minutes to calm down and then go talk to him, okay?"

"Okay. I'm sorry I interrupted your day with this."

"I always have time for my kids. Call me if you need me, okay?"

"Thanks Eomma." Yexi hung up after hearing a quick goodbye.

Yexi took a few minutes to fully calm down before shooting Seungcheol a text asking if they could talk. It only took a moment for him to respond that he'd come to her dorm. She moved to the living room and waited for him to arrive. At the sound of the keypad she felt her pulse sky rocket and she couldn't force herself to look up when he entered. He hadn't even said a word before Yexi burst into tears feeling overwhelming guilt.

Seungcheol quickly made his way over to her and crouched down in front of her, "Hey hey hey. Why are you crying? No crying."

"I'm s-sorry I yelled at you." he sighed at took her face in his hands and started wiping away her tears with the pad of his thumb.

"I'm more worried about you, are you okay?" The confirmation of what his mom said only made her cry harder. It took awhile for her to calm down so the two could actually talk.

"I'm okay. I talked to Eisa and Eomma."

"You talked to Eomma?"

Yexi nodded, "I was worried you wouldn't forgive me." she mumbled.

"Princess, there is nothing in this would that would make me not forgive you for anything you might do. Everyone's emotions were running rampant. I shouldn't have threatened to pull you from activities, so if anything we're both at fault. Plus, there's nothing to forgive."

Yexi threw herself around Seungcheol and squeezed him tightly, "No more fighting."

Seungcheol chuckled and squeezed her back, "No more fighting."

Taglist: @multiplums @giverosespls @sunflower-0180 @smoooore @kimhyejin3108 @enhacolor @wcsterias

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 110 - Goodbye and Good Riddance

Rather than attending her mother's funeral, Ophelia and Xander come to see Jane's burial site the next day. Ophelia isn't concerned with paying her respects, but she was hoping to get some sense of closure from seeing her mother's name on that tombstone.

Ophelia stares down at the tombstone and she almost feels guilty for feeling… nothing.

The woman who made her feel like garbage her entire childhood is dead in the ground, but she doesn’t even feel a morbid sense of joy over it.

Xander: How are you feeling?

Ophelia: I don’t know. I spent so much time resenting her, I never figured out how I’d feel when this happened.

She sighs. How was mourning her gran easier? At least then, she knew she felt sad. Now she just feels… a different, bland kind of sad.

Ophelia: I guess I’m not so much sad that she died, but she never apologized and now she never will. It's like she… got away with it.

Xander: I mean, she died because she fell off a cliff. Karma got to her, at least.

Ophelia lets out a giggle at the very thought. Laughing on her mother’s grave might be a bit crass, but it’s what she deserves.

Ophelia: Yeah, I guess so. I still can’t believe she went rock climbing to impress a client. I’m assuming they weren’t impressed.

Once she sees who’s approaching, Ophelia stops laughing.

Richard: I see you came to pay your disrespects.

She figured her dad would be back at work the day after the funeral, but losing his business (and life) partner probably warrants an extra day or two away from the office.

Ophelia: Xander, this is my dad. Dad, this is my husband Xander.

Richard: I wish we were meeting under better circumstances, but hello, Xander.

Xander: Please, my friends and family call me Xander. You can call me Mr. Lemon.

Richard: Oh. You took her name. That’s progressive. Good for you.

That sounded genuine, despite the sarcastic comment Xander spat at him. Why is he being so… civil? Jane always was the nastier of the two, but he certainly wasn’t that kind to Ophelia either.

Richard: Ophelia, can we talk?

Xander looks like he’s going to tell his father-in-law to go eat cake from a cowplant, but stops once he sees his wife nodding.

Ophelia asks him to get a coffee from the stand at the park down the street so she can speak to her father alone.

She thinks he might berate her for not attending the funeral, but he surprises her.

Richard: People asked where you were. I told them it was too much for you.

He doesn’t sound angry. It’s like he thinks he did that for her sake.

Ophelia: Yeah, I’m sure that was a lot easier than explaining the real reason I didn't attend the funeral.

He sighs.

Richard: I really do understand why you didn’t attend. Your mother… She was wrong to treat you the way she did. I realize that now.

Ophelia just stares at her dad. While Jane was definitely crueler than him, it's not like he tried to stop her.

Ophelia: Oh, you realize that NOW? Now that she’s six feet under and you don't have to do anything about it? You didn’t realize it when she tossed me out like trash?

The older man swallows. He’s confident in court but not so much right now.

Richard: Your mother had… a difficult upbringing. Being so strict was all she knew.

Ophelia: Well, unlike her, I’m learning from my parents' mistakes and trying to do better for my kids.

Richard: Kids? Did you… have another?

Ophelia: Yes, and I’d sooner die than treat them the way you two treated me.

Richard: Now that’s a bit harsh. We were strict but you had a comfortable childhood.

Something in Ophelia snaps when he says this.

Ophelia: Comfortable? Oh, yeah, I was SOOO comfortable when Mom would smash one of my toys with a hammer whenever I scored lower than an A on anything. Or when she screamed in my face for an hour for spilling milk when I was FOUR.

Richard: Yes, she was wrong to do that but she never laid a hand on you, we gave you a roof over your head and food on the table-

Ophelia: Oh, do you want a prize because you two did the bare legal requirements for raising a child? You didn’t even do it the full 18 years!

Ophelia: I’m not going to stand here and listen to you justify her verbal and emotional abuse.

Richard lets out a breath.

Richard: Okay. Fine. She was cruel to you. I… I know that.

Ophelia: Yeah. You knew. You always did. And you allowed it to happen.

Ophelia: She was always meaner to me than you were, always criticizing, always making me feel like garbage, but you… you let her. You never even tried to step in and stop her, or defend me.

Richard: You’re making her actions MY fault?

Ophelia: You’re my dad! You were supposed to protect me! If I treated my girls how Mom treated me even ONCE, Xander would take them and leave my sorry ass, but you stood by and let her use me as her punching bag! I don’t know how Gramps and Gran raised such a spineless coward!

Richard: I’ve been trying to apologize to you but you’re too busy screaming at me to listen! Isn’t that what you wanted? For me to apologize?

Ophelia: I don’t need your apologies! I needed you to help me! I was a child and I was SCARED of her and you did NOTHING!

Richard: I’m sorry I wasn’t perfect!

Ophelia: I didn’t need you to be perfect! I needed you to DO SOMETHING!

Richard: I’m doing something now! I’m an old man, Ophelia. I don’t want to fight with you anymore. I don’t want to die regretting not having a relationship with you.

Ophelia: So you… You’re actually apologizing?

Richard: Yes. I’m sorry I didn’t stand up to your mother. I’m sorry that I… was too cowardly to protect you.

She lets the silence linger before speaking up again.

Ophelia: I… I don’t forgive you.

Richard: Did you not hear me? I’m not going to be around much longer. You’re going to regret-

Ophelia: No. You’re not going to guilt me into giving YOU closure. I don’t regret a single second since you two forced me out of your lives. It's the best thing you ever did for me!

Ophelia: You had your chance to be in my life and you wasted it. You have to live with that for what's left of your life. I don’t forgive you, and I won’t miss you when you’re gone. As far as I’m concerned, you’re already dead to me.

When Ophelia storms off to meet up with Xander, she feels on top of the world… until the adrenaline fades. She doesn’t regret what she said, she meant every word, but that doesn’t make it hurt less.

[toastess-with-the-mostess]

Let's Rewind! Toast watches Voltron: Defender of The Universe (1984)

Season 1, Episode 27: The Green Medusa Season 1, Episode 28: Treasure of Planet Tyrus

Episode 27: The Green Medusa ALL RIGHT MY OTHER FAVORITE EPISODE OF DOTU

Ty Lotor for the lore, Planet Medusa was hit with a solar flare that put all of its people into a coma, his plan is to snatch one and let it loose on Arus ofc The sad part about this is that they picked a mother who lost her children, so she's having the worst time

I like the design for the Medusan, just wish it had more flair and no boobs,, is this woman not reptilian why does she have breasts

Ah there's the namesake, when angry the Medusan can grow pretty large, their hair transforms into snakes, and ya guessed it, their laser vision turns enemies to stone she looks a lot more monstrous in this form, a better look imo

Hey a scene from before is reused! We're back on Arus now and the scene of people crowding around lance pidge and hunk for their offer of food from the episode where Sven got got was reused for them calling for orphans since Allura is using part of the castle as an orphanage now A sweet gesture, wish there was more info about it

Back at the castle, an infant apparently chose Keith to be their foster dad oh, I am so making either an AU or a HC from this scene omg

PIDGE LORE he's an orphan! And adopted out of the system recently from what it looks like

His adoptive parents <3

aw no Pidge,, he still wishes to have his biological mother with him, that's always a hard wish to have, not that I can comment much on it as I'm not adopted

Attack time and the team is already in their lions wow, no launch animation sequence? Amazing

AND NO ANNOUNCEMENT ABOUT THE MEDUSAN? THIS ISN'T THE USUAL EPISODE FORMAT also pidge ejects from green who ends up smashing into the castle flooring below, I thought you were a better pilot than this kid

The Medusan mother grabs him after he lands onto the floor but instead carefully picks him up and places him onto her palm, even her expression is soft! This is why I love this episode, pidge found a mom and yknow what good for him because he keeps getting badass women figures in his life

Allura is freaking out about it and Lance wants to shoot everything at her for grabbing pidge before keith tells him again that she's got pidge in her grasp PIDGE IS JUST ROUTINELY GETTING ADOPTED AT THIS POINT AND WE LOVE THAT HERE

Pidge wakes up in a cave with the Medusan and tries running off but for some reason turns back and then immediately gets brought back by one of her snakes who nuzzle him after picking him back up how cute! I think Pidge knows something is going on especially because she only took him elsewhere instead of killing him

"he's awful little to see from up here" -Hunk such a cute line

PIDGE YOU MADE HER CRY, at least he apologized Lotor finds the two of them and immediately tries to capture them, but she protects pidge from it, and he finally realizes she's protecting him

Pidge likes snakes, sucks for lance who is definitely afraid of snakes after Bokar

Lotor says that he created a monster with too good a heart Created?? mf you KIDNAPPED A MOTHER AFTER FORCFULLY AWAKING HER FROM HER COMA YOU DIDN'T CREATE SHIT

Coran and Nanny immediately think Pidge is dead after the team searches for him again and still doesn't find him which like that's a sane assumption, but I'm also biased against them so how fucking DARE they pretend to care now >:/

Sike, Pidge is alive and he made friends with his new mom, Anga HE'S JUST CHILLING ON HER HAND LIKE IT'S NOTHING, MAN IS LIVING THE LIFE And suddenly Hunk is real hopeful that Anga has a friend lol

Attack hours again, this time with a REAL robeast and Haggar tries to force Anga to attack pidge so he PULLS OUT HIS GUN TO SHOOT AT HAGGAR ICONIC

Anyway Anga is shrunk down to her normal size and Pidge gets back to making sure Haggar knows who the bitch is between the both of them, and it ain't the little boy with a blicky that's for sure

Pidge gets a piggyback ride from Anga but she's super hurt and collapses before they reach the castle so Pidge promises to come back for her after having a memory of his adoptive mother giving him a piggyback right too THIS KID CAN FIT SO MUCH BACKSTORY AND TRAUMA IN HIM OH MY GOD

Voltron formed, robeast defeated, another scene is reused where Lance is kissed by allura and pidge gets kisses from the mice when he asks instead not the best scene to use? i mean nobody did anything except for pidge but all he did was make friends with a woman who died trying to do the right thing for him

/episode end

Episode 28: Treasure of Planet Tyrus

Planet Tyrus is a vacation planet i see, i can't tell if it was taken over and made a vacation planet for the villains to relax at or if it was always like that

So as an amateur archivist for older voltron content, I can definitely see why there were so many people who loved lotor specifically, the douchebag attitude probably doesn't take away from his looks either huh

oh so definitely conquered and it's lotors birthday! I wonder when this aired so I can assign that to him

i'm sorry, Zarkon stole treasure from Arus the week before the events of the episode?? guys what the fuck are you letting happen on arus

the team infiltrates the ship that apparently carrying said treasure, and it's deserted! they find a golden statue of lotor though, so that's pretty wild what the fuck is chitter doing on the ship, did i skip something on accident again

I'm sorry, red lion is able to phase through fucking metal? Lance is straight up hiding in the lotor statue what does this fucking imply because-

lotor sends a squad to go grab the treasure from the ship and keith pretends to be a guard only for the lead of the squad to say "nah youre not treasure so fend for yourselves" absolutely ruthless

the quality of this dub is so low lmao, looks like the team didn't realize that it was keith under the mask when he fell with the key in front of lotor because it was hunks voice first before keith suddenly pipes up and reveals himself

lotor v lance sword fight rematch AND LANCE GETS CAUGHT BY A TRAP DOOR WHAT KEITH TRIED TO CATCH HIM BUT WATCHED HIM FALL very homosexual of them

how many times has allura slapped lotor now? 3 times? she's right to do it every time

oh shit keith lance and pidge are about to be burnt a la witch trials, obvs allura is forced to watch because why would lotor kill her but mouse to save the day because chitter is biting the rope away

LANCE SURVIVES AND HE BLOWS UP BOTH THE CAKE AND THE STATUE he's so great, what a way to stick it to lotor on his birthday

voltron v command ship, obvs they win and apparently are able to get the valuables back allura makes fun of lotor and says he aged 10 years instead of only the 1

/episode end

[silvermoose]

Fanfic I wrote for The Coffin of Andy and Leyley. Originally posted on Reddit, then Ao3.

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Being able to be openly affectionate with Ashley was one advantage to quarantine, Andrew had to admit. Even when their parents lived with them, their mom was always giving them disgusted looks, or making snide comments to them. Now he didn’t have to watch over himself, trying to be cautious about every interaction they had. He could interact with his sister without feeling judged about it. Everything felt natural, and he could be himself.

This changed after they started having sex.

He became much more self conscious, in a way that he never was before. Even buying condoms had become an ordeal. In his past life, he would just pick some up when he got cigarettes. He didn’t care who saw him, because he didn’t care if anyone knew that he was getting laid. It was different now.

He tried not to go to the same place twice, and never went with Ashley, lest someone realize how similar they look and make the connection. Each trip had him on the brink of an anxiety attack. They had discussed other options, but getting a prescription for the birth control pill would start a paper trail, and the consequences of pulling out were too dire. So instead Andrew dealt with the fear and shame of being found out every time he went to the pharmacy. He also stocked up on pregnancy tests out of paranoia; It got to the point where Ashley was used to just taking one every few days as a matter of routine.

“You know how that’s not how it works, right?” she said the third time, as she handed him the test with one blue line. “It doesn’t show you the moment you get pregnant, it only shows after a few weeks.”

“It’s either this or your demon trinket, and I’m not sacrificing anyone else if I can avoid it,” he said. He checked the box to confirm that yes, a single line meant ‘not pregnant’.

While She didn't mind at first, it got tiresome after a while. So she stole a pen from the front desk while Andrew was out. When it was time to take another test, she drew an extra line on it.

“Hey An-dy,” Ashley sang to him, holding out a test with two blue lines on it.

Andrew puked. Violently.

“What the fuck, Andy?” Ashley screamed.

“You're pregnant?? How did this happen? We were so careful! Ashley. I don't think we can do this.”

“Well, then it's a good thing I'm not actually pregnant, Asshole. It was a joke. I drew on the extra line.”

It took a minute for Andrew to register what she had said.

“What? What the fuck, Ashley, why would you do that to me??”

“I didn't think it would make you puke! Did you ever puke after having sex with one of your floozies??”

“It's not the sex, Ashley,  it's the thought of having a baby!”

“You think I'd be a bad mother.”

“No, I think it's a bad idea to have a child when both parents are unemployed, on the run, and oh yeah, they’re siblings!!!”

“It's not like anyone knows”

“Really, Ashley? You think that no one ever looks at us and sees how similar we are? Which features we share? The same mannerisms we have? That’s bullshit.”

“Is that why you never show affection to me in public? That you won’t kiss me or hold my hand? You’re afraid some stranger will judge you?”

“If they notice us enough to judge us, they notice us enough to report us, Ashley.”

“We’ve been out in public a lot without anyone saying anything!”

“Not while we were fucking!  Going out in public is hell. All I think about is people seeing through me, realizing I'm the freak that fucks my sister. And when I'm alone with you, I feel better. I feel happy. I feel like I’m home. I reinforce that they’re right .”

“Oh, so I make you a freak?” She yelled, more angry than hurt.

“Ashley. Leyley .” he said gently. He embraced her and kissed her hair. “You don’t make me a freak. You make me happy. I can’t live without you. But I don’t know how much longer we can go on like this. It seems inevitable that we’re either going to get caught and arrested, or killed, or something else, but we’re going to be separated, and I don’t know what I will do with myself if that happens. I don’t want to lose you.”

“And I don’t want you to leave me.”

He closed his eyes and held her tighter.

“What do we do, Leyley? To be free?”

“Let's ask the trinket,” Ashley suggested. “We still have one vision on this thing.”

It seemed like such a big ask. Up until this point, the trinket had primarily worked when it wanted to. But it was right about the hitman, it had been right about them sleeping together, so he agreed to give it a shot.They slept together that night with his arms wrapped around her, holding the trinket between their hands.

Robbing the pharmacy was easier than it had any right to be, but that was the advantage of having demons on your side. The place was remote and had only one pharmacist, so when they went in Andrew simply locked the door behind him while Ashley held the gun to the pharmacist.

“Don't be stupid about this, and you can live,” she said. The pharmacist nodded. “We want sectional. All of it.”

“Sectional? Is that what it’s called, Ashley?”

“ Leyley . And yeah, something like that.”

“Something like that? Seconal, Ley. It’s Seconal.” He shot Leyley a look, but she only smiled and blew him a kiss in return.

The pharmacist brought them their entire stock of pills, which wasn’t a lot, but would be enough. The Graves then bound and gagged the pharmacist and left him behind the counter, a rare act of mercy for them.

In the car, Ashley popped open one of the beers they had bought earlier and handed it to Andrew.

“Not while I'm driving!” He said, and tried to wave it away.

“What do you care? The vision showed we’d arrive safely.”

“I need to be able to chisel properly.”

“Why? Does it matter how nice it looks?”

“You know what? Fuck it, you're right.” Andrew took the can from her and took a swig.

They had a good buzz going by the time they arrived at their destination. Ashley was initially against the idea, but Andrew convinced her that if it was in the vision, they should do it that way. Plus, since their parents' bodies were missing, there was no actual grave. No Coffin. Just a tombstone with the word GRAVES on it, with their parents names and dates of birth below it.

Andrew chipped away at their names and dates of birth as best he could until it only had “GRAVES” on it. It looked alright, considering how much alcohol he had. Ashley laid out a blanket over the area in front of the tombstone, and they sat down on it.

“Okay,” Andrew said, as he poured the pills into two piles. “I guess it doesn’t matter how much we take? So we’ll each take half. Then lie down and stay on your back.”

“On my back so we can go out with a bang?” Leyley teased. 

“I'm serious, Leyley. If you puke everything up, it won't work.”

“Being on my back will stop me from puking?” she asked. She took the pills and followed it with some more beer.

“Yes,” Andrew lied. The reality was that if either of them threw up while on their back, they would choke on it; being on their sides meant they might survive the ordeal. 

“Leyley?”

“Mm?”

“In your vision, what was death like?”

“Peaceful,” Leyley said. “It was just us, here, then a feeling of warmth and heaviness. I woke up from the vision with a sense of peace.”

“I hope that means hell is nice,” Andrew said. “Look up at the stars with me.”

“Very romantic.”

“It is, actually. Author Mary Shelley supposedly lost her virginity on her moms grave. Romeo and Juliet died in her family’s crypt.”

“You always knew how to bring the romance,” Leyley said, her voice somewhat unsteady. Romantic, not romance, Andrew almost corrected, but now wasn't the time. He was starting to feel dizzy and didn't want those to be his last words to her. 

“I love you, Leyley.”

Leyley didn’t respond, and Andrew didn’t want to risk moving his head to look at her. Instead, he reached his hand out to hold hers. He felt his muscles grow weaker and weaker, and he couldn't keep his eyes open. As his breathing started to slow, he felt himself overcome with a sense of peace and calm.

[maguro13-2]

Tohru and Her not-so Lesbian friends

Tohru : Hey, guys. You think that we've known each other since the 2000s and I feel like that you two are Lesbians. What's so weird about that?

Arisa : Well, we just had to make a profitable change on our advisory because were running down on the Beverley Hills Cup.

Saki : It's our agent from Tokyo, we had some no go on the Lesbian schedule in the county of PBC, Florida. Everyone believes that were lesbians to you, just except that I was falling in love with a dumbass. But I have no idea whatever that's gonna costs us for the absolute reason for the show.

Tohru : Umm, nothing bit too much about it. You sure you have a better solution then your lesbian problems? I know any place for Lesbians to hang out. You could eventually go to Fort Lauderdale, Atlanta, Boston, or even Vermont, that place is Lesbian Friendly. Do you know something about why the writers are making you a Heteorsexual, it's like, it's vanilla over and over again, why they make you a heterosexual to a man that doesn't even know about you being a lesbian? Do I make myself clear of that? If fans are worried about you being lesbian to Arisa, then I'm gonna come over and say that to my face!

Arisa : Gee, I don't know, Tohru, That's a real reason why fans were hungry for yuri and lesbianism, they just wanted to get some attraction to every girl that is gayer on the planet, it's not like it's the end of the world thing. Just to remind you that being a lesbian is our number one superiority. And besides, we give you this necklace from our second honeymoon.

Saki : It's a gift from us.

Tohru : Thanks guys. I wouldn't appreciate this much to you as it appreciate this to us, I would never let my pals turn down and make it an official statement to sobriety! So lay it on me, Amigos. I have no comment to see your precious gift from your second honeymoon.

Saki : Alright here. (Gives Tohru a bloody knife)

Tohru : What? What is this in my hand that you're giving it to me?

Saki : It's a knife that Arisa borrowed me from our second honeymoon.

Tohru : Like did you really killed someone for the writers making you heterosexual?

Saki : Sure did. I just killed the man that I married to. To make sure to tell the writers what pieces of sh** made fans angry that I was married to a guy that I did not even met!

Tohru : I think that's a second-degree man slaughter.

Arisa : Not it wasn't. We just had to clear the evidence and made it safer in order to make us your parents! Who's the idiot laughing now? I got the writers what they deserve to make me a freaking heterosexual!

Tohru : And why is that?

Saki : Because I just hate men. That's what I do. I'm still going with the lesbian thing anyway and it's really kicking it up a notch. Besides, what's the worst thing that could happen? (hears police sirens wailing)

Police Officer : (on megaphone) The Three of you freeze! Put your hands up in the air where we can seem them!

Tohru : Officers, wait! We can explain! I'm innocent! Not me! We would never do such a thing and...(Realizing) Wait, did somebody called the cops on us?

Saki : Probably my husband that he called the police after he realizes that I'm still a lesbian.

Arisa : It was totally worth it.

Tohru : (scoffs) You guys are such major assholes to me. Can't believe that the fans were so angry because the writers had to make you a heterosexual to a married man which you slaughtered and that's the real reason the people of Japan are arrogant and we feel like that were just a bunch of idiots that got us into this mess that we made! So now that your husband has called the fuzz after you and Arisa attacked him, what does Johnny Law gonna do to us now, put us behind bars?

(cuts to the three at prison and are wearing orange uniforms)

Tohru : Oh, way to go, Mrs. Lesbian! They just had to do that for no reason, I get worked up on something real good after you just killed someone for being a heterosexual.

Saki : Well I'm sorry that the writers didn't listen anyway, so I was furious and to put the blame on our author, that is literally stupid for them after we found out that no one makes shows like us in the 2000s anymore. Got any ideas?

Arisa : I thought that you would never stand a chance. Just to make it so obvious we could get a major let down. So, what are we gonna do now after we committed a second-degree manslaughter?

Saki : Bro, what are we in here for anyway? We have ran out of ideas and we got nothing to worry about, it's a thing in the past, don't get that idea of yours in your head. Just think outside the box and fresh it out, why don't ya?

Arisa : As long as we have each other, we could work things out. Totally getting my grip on after they're serving us with all that prison food wasn't just my habit of goodwill. That is literally me for taking any showers at prison like this.

Tohru : Then don't drop the soap, cause I don't really care anymore.

Saki : Drop the soap is a game in prison, that's how stuff works when you are in the showers, don't drop the soap.

Arisa : Man, it's tough for us to be in a situation like this. I don't know how that's ever gonna happen to us.

Saki : So does this mean we get to be together forever?

Arisa : Of course, until we go to hell for this.

Tohru : Why did i even bother listenting to you guys? I hope I could really last this after my boyfriend broke up with me. I knew I should've been a Picnic Basket girl.

[Game Over (NSMB WII ver.) - Koji Kondo]

[Iris out]

~ THANKS A LOT, SAKI AND ARISA! ~