#I refuse to put that kind of thing on them

[coldfanbou]

Love Language

Woops, looks like the scheduling feature didn't quite work. I tried to get this out yesterday. Anyway, enjoy some Umji.

Length 2.3K

Umji X mreader

You rest your hand over your drink, stretching your neck as you enjoy your calm night out. You hear the sound of the front door opening, but pay it no mind, continuing on with your drink. A voice calls out to you. “Could you buy me a drink?” You peer to your side, seeing a young woman standing beside you. “I promise I can pay you back,” the young woman said, giving you a big smile, her soft cheeks poking up. She brought her hands to her chin, resting them on her palm. “Please?” 

“Aren’t you a little young to be drinking?” you ask, looking at the young woman. 

She pouts, her chubby cheeks puffing out. “I can drink,” she whines cutely. “Just one drink, please.” The young woman was insistent. She took the seat next to you, refusing to give up just yet. 

“What’s your name?”

Thinking she was getting somewhere, the young woman chirps her response, “My friends call me Umji!” Umji leans in, scooting her seat closer to you. She shakes her head and smiles at you. Her hand reaches for your arm, tugging at it slightly. “Does this mean you’ll get me a drink? I promise I can pay you back.”

“And how exactly do you plan to pay me back?” You were genuinely curious. Umji seemed to be someone who would actually send you money. 

“I can show you my love language,” Umji said, laying her head on your arm.

“Your love language?” you say a little sarcastically.

Umji pouts at your tone, “Yeah, it's worth a drink or two,” she says. “Don’t you think I’m pretty?”

You might not be a ladies' man, but you knew better than to say no. “I think you’re a pretty woman…I just don’t know if it’s worth it for me.”  You motion toward yourself, trying to make a point. “What do you mean you’ll show me your love language?”

Umji smiles, tightening her grip around your arm as she looks at you. Her big doe eyes stare back at you. “I can’t just tell you,” she whispers, looking away and playing shy. “I can only show you.” Umji pouts again, making her lip quiver, “Please, mister, can you buy me a drink. I’m so thirsty.” Umji made her voice higher, trying to hit you with another level of cuteness. You take a deep breath and sigh. You know you shouldn’t buy the woman a drink, but you do anyway. 

You raise your hand, “Bartender, a drink for the lady.” 

Umji smiles and bounces in her seat. As the bartender arrives, Umji calls out her drink of choice, “A cosmopolitan, please!” Her cheery tone was enough to make you smile. “Thank you, mister! You’re so nice,” Umji says, turning to you. 

“Yeah, yeah,” you huff, playing it off. 

“What do you do?” Umji asks you while the bartender begins to make her drink.

“Stuff,” you answer. You said it without a second thought, you didn’t know why you were being so guarded, it wasn’t like she would have any use for the information. “I do all kinds of things, a bit like a handyman.”

“Ohh,” Umji nods along, “Don’t you want to know what I do?”

You were a little curious, “Alright, I’ll bite. What do you do?”

“I’m a masseuse. I make sure everyone can be nice and relaxed,” Umji replies, brimming with pride. “It can be really hard work, like yours.” Umji nods as she makes the comparison. Before she can continue, the bartender places the drink down in front of Umji. “Thank you!” She calls out, picking up the frothy pink drink. Umji takes a small sip of it, shaking as she puts it back down. “Ah! It tastes so good! Do you want a taste?” Umji asks, pouting and pointing to her glistening lips. You let out a puff of air as you look at her. Umji giggles, happy that she got a reaction out of you. 

“So, do you always ask people for drinks?” You ask, turning things around on her.

“No, just the cute ones,” Umji kicks her feet, looking away from you with a smile on her face. 

“Mm, right,” You reply, teasing her a little.

“It’s true!” Umji shouts, playfully smacking your arm. “You’re pretty cute.” The young woman sips her drink, nearly finishing it. 

“Is that why you came up to me?”

Umji blushes slightly, “Maybe…” She was being coy. “No more questions!” Umji exclaims, taking a final swig of her drink. 

“You finished that pretty quickly. Do you want another?”

The young woman tilts her head, “Mm, if you’re offering to buy me another drink, I’ll take it.” You call the bartender over again, Umji gives you a giddy smile, baring her teeth as she orders a different drink this time. “Malibu Sunshine!” Umji pauses for a moment, “Wait, that’s not right…Ah, Malibu Sunset.” Umji looks at you, tilting her head and lightly smacking her knuckle against it. “I always think of sunshine before I remember it’s sunset.” You can’t help but smile at the cute act. You and Umji continue talking, having a few more drinks. With each passing one, Umji becomes a little more handsy. She clings to you, whining when you try to move away. “Let me stay here, it’s so nice,” she says, slurring her words as she nuzzles against your arm. 

“I think you’ve had enough,” you mumble. The drinks are hitting you just as hard as they were, Umji.

“No, you’ve had enough,” Umji giggles. “Let’s go back to your place so I can show you my love language,” Umji whispers into your ear.  You nod along and pay your tab, just as you're about to head out, Umji stops you. “I want to go to the bathroom.” The young woman grabs your hand and drags you to the women’s bathroom. You hardly notice, though, your vision is already blurry. Umji pushes her way in and kisses you before heading to the sinks. You watch the young woman. Umji raises her dress and bends over the sink. “Get over here, I want to show you what you’re missing out on.”

You walk over to the young woman, staring at her backside. Your hands wander her body, rubbing and squeezing the soft flesh. Your hands wander higher, going for her clothed breasts. The young woman reaches back, spreading her cheeks apart for you. “Put it in,” she whines, waving her ass for you. You nod, struggling for a moment to pull out your cock before managing. You rub the head against her folds before pushing in. Umji’s slick walls greet you warmly, snuggly wrapping around you as you push into her cunt. The young woman lets out a low guttural moan as she feels your hot shaft move deeper into her core. “Mmm, it’s so hot,” Umji moans as she pushes her hips back, wanting more of you. The young woman reaches between her legs, her fingers moving quickly to her clit. She rubs the sensitive nub in smooth circles, moaning as you thrust in and out of her.

You press yourself against the young woman, kissing the back of her neck as you drive your cock into her cunt. You feel her walls squeeze you, time and time again. “Spank me,” you hear Umji moan.

“What?”

“Spank me,” Umji moans again, “I want you to hit me hard.” You pull your hand back and smack the young woman’s ass, watching her skin ripple from the hard strike. Umji’s moans get louder for a moment. She turns her head, biting her bottom lip, “Like that, hit me like that,” she moans. You give Umji another smack on the rear and another. Each hit makes her moan more; she doesn’t hold herself back, letting her arousal show. Umji clutches the side of the sink, holding it tightly as you continue to thrust into her. You think about how the cute girl you had been talking to not that long ago has turned out to be so depraved. Whether it was the alcohol or not, you didn’t think about it. You were too focused on the pleasure you felt.

“Keep going,” Umji calls out, grunting as you continue to pound her against the sinks. You can feel her walls tightening around you as you thrust. The pleasure was becoming too great for you, too. You didn’t want to cum just yet. 

You drive your hand into Umji’s bright red cheek, leaving your handprint on it as she cries out for more. You grip her waist tightly and drive yourself into her faster and faster. Your bodies clap against each other, filling the bathroom with the sounds of your lovemaking. “I’m going to cum,” you groan through gritted teeth. 

“Do it inside, do it inside,” Umji whines. She releases her grip on one side of the sink and reaches for her cunt, rubbing it quickly as she tries to meet you at the same time. “I’m cumming too,” Umji moans, keeping her head down. She bites her lip, trying to hold on that little bit longer. The moment she feels your cock throbbing and your cum being pumped into her, she’s pushed over the edge. Umji throws her head back and cries out, filling the room as she’s rocked by her orgasm. 

Umji’s walls constrict around you, clamping down and milking you for every drop you have. Umji’s eyes flutter as she feels every drop of your hot cum pour into her cunt, painting her walls white with your seed. You keep yourself buried inside of her, your body growing tired. “Let’s go one more time,” Umji says through heavy breaths. “I want to be on top,” she adds. You give Umji a nod and pull out slowly, your cum seeping out of her puffy cunt.

Umji turns around, grabbing your shirt and pulling you into a kiss, her tongue invading your mouth while she pushes you into one of the stalls. She reaches behind her and makes sure the stall is locked before moving you onto the toilet and straddling you. Umji aligns her cunt with your cock, rubbing the dirty head against her lips before sinking onto it. Pleasure floods your body, and you moan into your kiss. The young woman doesn’t waste a moment; she rides you quickly, moving up and down your shaft. 

As Umji bounces on your cock you pull down the top of her dress, letting the cold air hit her nipples before you reach for and cup her breasts. Umji’s moans grow louder, her hard nipples rub against the palms of your hands as you squeeze her modest chest. You massage the soft mounds. The pleasure coursing through Umji’s body messes with her rhythm, and she stops bouncing on your shaft. Needing to gather herself, Umji rocks her hips in the meantime. 

You’re both breathless by the time your kiss ends, each of you gasping for every breath. Your moans grow louder as Umji swivels her hips. You watch the young woman move in circles, making your cock rub against her walls as she finally composes herself and switches back to riding you in earnest. “You feel so good,” Umji moans, her breasts bouncing with every drop of her body onto yours. 

You move your hands down Umji’s body, settling back on her waist as she rides you. You lean in, lapping at her neck. It makes the young woman coo. You wouldn’t last too much longer with Umji’s pace. 

She was close, too. Umji was getting closer, with every drop onto your cock she was nearing the edge. The young woman moved her hands to your shoulders, using them to support herself as she moved. Her moans began to turn into whines, and it became harder for her to move on top of you. 

Getting close and wanting to cum, you began to move Umji along your cock. It helped her, certainly, but it also quickened the time you had together. As you began to thrust into Umji, her whines came quicker; you were stabbing into her core. Her legs were growing weak, but she kept moving; she could feel her climax. Umji’s body was trembling as she slammed herself down one last time, impaling herself on your cock and letting you flood her womb with semen one more time. Umji threw her head back, a silent moan flowing from her lips as warmth spread across her body. You pull Umji closer, and her head falls on your shoulder. You kiss her neck as your body calms down. Drowsiness overtakes you both before you can react. You end up falling asleep in the stall, still buried inside Umji. 

You awaken only when the staff come inside to clean up the bathroom. Umji still lies on top of you, barely stirring as the sound of footsteps drawing closer comes near. You lift Umji off you and raise the straps of her dress. “Staff is here, we have to go,” you mumble to her. Umji sleepily nods her head. Knowing she’d barely be able to walk, you carry her bridle-style and rush out of the bathroom. You ignore the staff and hurry out, getting a few blocks away before stopping. Umji holds onto you loosely, her head resting against your chest as she snores lightly. You shake your head and look around, seeing no other option, “Guess, we’re going home.” You say carrying the sleeping woman to a taxi and taking her home with you. 

She sleeps the entire ride, and only when you pick her up and begin the walk inside does she mumble something, “My hero.” You shake your head as you feel the smile on her lips, Umji’s head nuzzling against your chest.  

“You owe me,” 

“I’ll show you more of my love language.” Umji murmurs before drifting back to sleep.

[linxnnalyn]

hellooo could i req for mira dating hcs pls

Dating Mira HCs

࣪𖤐.ᐟ note -> I'm down on my knees for her.

࣪𖤐.ᐟ warnings -> none.

࣪𖤐.ᐟ content includes -> fluff, civilian! reader, physical affection, emotional vulnerability, dates, gift-giving, kissing, cuddling.

۫ ꣑ৎ Mira is a very attentive and observant girlfriend. She knows all of your likes and dislikes like the back of her hand, she knows what makes you blush and what makes you flustered, she knows when you feel uncomfortable, she knows whenever you are sad and/or need comfort. Honestly you are starting to think that she might know you better than you know yourself.

۫ ꣑ৎ While she does love you and wants to show you off to the world, Mira knows that some of her fans would not be happy about the fact that she is in a relationship and knowing how fans can be, Mira doesn’t plan on putting you in any kind of danger. Mira is open about the fact that she is in a happy relationship, she just refuses to tell who you are or show you off for your own safety.

۫ ꣑ৎ Mira is very touch-starved because of how distant and cold her family was, so she always keeps an arm wrapped around you or is touching you in some way, scared that if she let go, you would disappear. It is a fear that she has shared with you a few times, but Mira never goes into much detail about it. She doesn’t want nor like to really talk about it.

۫ ꣑ৎ As you two get more serious about each other, Mira starts thinking about having you move into the HUNTR/X’s penthouse. Mira could get to see you every day and wouldn’t have to wear a disguise herself just to see you, and her friends and even her manager adore you! Of course Mira wouldn’t force you to move in with her especially if you are not ready but the option is always on the table.

۫ ꣑ৎ Mira’s love language is quality time and acts of service. She doesn’t always say “I love you” outright, but you can feel it in the way she makes time for you no matter how packed her schedule is as an idol, or how she insists on doing the little things for you even if you say you can do them yourself. Mira thinks love is something you show, not just something you say.

۫ ꣑ৎ Going on dates with her is an experience you never fully get used to—every time it feels like the first. Mira always plans everything down to the last detail. Sometimes it’s something simple like stargazing from the rooftop of the HUNTR/X building, other times it’s extravagant like a private dinner in a luxury suite. But even then, she always chooses dates that feel intimate and personal.

۫ ꣑ৎ Mira does not mind spending her money on you, after all she is insanely rich so money isn’t a problem for you. She would buy you anything you want AND anything she is certain that you would like. Mira makes sure that you know not to feel bad about her spending her money on you, because she enjoys seeing you get so happy after she buys you something you like. Plus she has a lot of money to spare.

۫ ꣑ৎ It took a while for Mira to be able to tell you about the truth behind her idol group and demons really existing. She wanted to wait until she was absolutely sure that you wouldn’t leave her or freak out when you found out, and she even got permission from Rumi and Zoey to tell you. Mira didn’t even bother asking Celine because she knew that she wouldn’t approve, and Mira didn’t want to keep any secrets from you. Thankfully you took it well.

۫ ꣑ৎ Mira loves spending lazy days with you. She just wants to stay in her bed, curled up with you and cuddling you for the rest of eternity. Mira just can’t help herself but kisses you whenever the two of you cuddle, she is just addicted to your kisses and she does not mind it one bit. Oftentimes Mira turns cuddling into a full blown make out session but never goes too far if you’re uncomfortable.

۫ ꣑ৎ She has a private photo album on her phone dedicated entirely to you. Some of the photos are candid shots she secretly took when you weren’t looking—laughing, sleeping, lost in thought—and others are selfies of the two of you that she scrolls through whenever she misses you. No one else has access to it, not even her closest friends; it’s something she cherishes just for herself.

[kenzdolls]

JAX W/ EEL READER HEAD-CANONS .

⌗ pairing: (TADC) jax x eel! reader

⌗ anon request: hi! I saw your requests are open and i really liked your jax headcanons. do you think you could do relationship headcanons where the SOs digital body resembles an eel? (if not that’s okay) thank you :)

⌗ a/n: thx for requesting this!! sry this was so late buddy..this is not my greatest work my bad..and me actually using emojis?

FIRST TIME MEETING:

▹ jax literally does a double take when you first spawn in because??? an eel??? in a digital circus??? okay he's seen weirder but there's something about your sleek design that makes him go "huh" instead of immediately planning a prank

▹ definitely doesn't stare at how gracefully you move he's just... observing. for prank purposes. obviously.

▹ first interaction is him trying to "test the newbie" by putting something slippery in your path but jokes on him you're an eel you literally glide over it like it's nothing and he's just standing there like 🧍‍♂️

▹ "so... you're like... a water sausage with eyes?" (cue you giving him the most deadpan stare) "...i'm kidding! ...mostly."

▹ when you first speak he's expecting some kind of sophisticated underwater creature voice but you just sound??? normal??? and he's weirdly disappointed but also intrigued

▹ absolutely tries to get a rise out of you by calling you "slippery" and "fish stick" and when you just roll with it he's like... damn okay this one's different

▹ lowkey impressed when you navigate the circus like you're swimming through air, all smooth and fluid-like, and he's trying so hard not to watch but failing miserably

▹ first time he sees you get actually startled (probably by one of his pranks) you do this thing where you coil up defensively and he's like "...that's actually pretty cute wait what did i just think"

▹ makes so many water/ocean puns around you that even he starts cringing at himself (but doesn't stop)

▹ absolutely does not think about how your eyes are actually really pretty he's just noting that they're... effective. for seeing. obviously.

FALLING IN LOVE:

▹ this man is in denial with a capital d-e-n-i-a-l like he's convinced he just finds you "interesting" and "fun to mess with" (kinger: "jax you literally follow them around like a lost puppy" jax: "i do not—")

▹ starts doing pranks specifically designed to get your attention, like really elaborate ones that require you to come find him to complain about them (which you usually don't, and it drives him insane)

▹ definitely doesn't time his walks around the circus to "coincidentally" run into you he's just... exploring. the same hallways. repeatedly.

▹ when you laugh at something (especially one of his jokes) he gets this stupid little smug smile and ragatha's like "oh my god you're whipped" and he's like "shut up"

▹ starts leaving little objects in places he knows you'll find them, nothing romantic (he tells himself) just... things. like a cool marble here, a interesting button there. (it's totally romantic and everyone knows it)

▹ gets weirdly protective when abstraction is mentioned around you, like suddenly he's not joking anymore and there's this serious look in his eyes that nobody's really seen before

▹ pomni catches him just... watching you sometimes and he gets so flustered trying to explain why (spoiler: he can't)

▹ absolutely refuses to admit he's memorized your daily routine but somehow always knows exactly where you'll be at any given time

▹ starts making jokes that are specifically catered to your sense of humor and when you actually laugh he's internally like "yes" but externally he's just 😏

▹ doesn't totally saves the really good pranks for when you're around to see them because your reactions are the best part

▹ gets genuinely upset when other people don't appreciate your unique qualities like "what do you mean you think they're weird they're perfect" (immediately regrets saying that out loud)

▹ lowkey panics when you seem sad or stressed and has no idea how to help so he just... hovers. awkwardly. trying to think of ways to cheer you up that don't involve pranks

▹ starts asking really random questions about eels and ocean life like he's doing research (he is) (it's not subtle)

▹ zooble: "just tell them you like them" jax: "like them? who said anything about liking them? i find them tolerable at best" (his invisible tail is literally wagging as he says this)

HIM AS A S/O:

▹ honestly the confession probably happens during some crisis situation where he blurts it out thinking you're about to abstract or something and then you're both just standing there like "...well okay then"

▹ dating in the digital circus is weird because there's no real privacy but jax finds ways to make it work, like secret hideouts he's discovered through years of exploration

▹ absolutely the type to play pranks on you but they're like... affectionate pranks? if that makes sense? like he'll hide your favorite things but always in places where you'll find them easily + maybe discover something nice along the way

▹ learns that you can actually breathe underwater (in whatever digital water exists in the circus) and now he's determined to find a way to join you because "it's not fair that you have a whole secret area i can't access"

▹ definitely doesn't totally keeps a mental list of all your favorite things and things that make you happy for future reference

▹ gets so smug when the others realize you're dating like "yeah that's right the eel chose me" (you: "i'm literally right here")

▹ still calls you weird nicknames but now they're fond instead of teasing (though still teasing) like "my favorite sea pancake" or "electric noodle" [i cringed writing this comment..]

▹ absolutely tries to impress you with increasingly elaborate pranks and gets genuinely excited when you appreciate the creativity behind them

▹ learns to read your moods really well since your expressions can be subtle, and he's surprisingly good at knowing when you need space vs when you need company

▹ definitely the type to remember random details about things you've said in passing and bring them up weeks later (you mentioned liking a specific color once and now everything he gives you is that color)

▹ protective but in a "i'm the only one allowed to mess with them" way, like if anyone else tries to prank you he's immediately like "absolutely not that's my job"

▹ finds excuses to touch you casually because your skin is smooth and cool and it's actually really comforting?? like he'll just grab your hand randomly and be like "just checking if you're still slimy" (you're not slimy and he knows it)

▹ late night conversations where he's more vulnerable and actually talks about his fears about abstraction and being stuck forever, and you're one of the only people he trusts with that side of himself

▹ absolutely tries to learn more about your species/form so he can be a better partner, like he'll ask innocent questions about what you need to be comfortable and then quietly make sure those needs are met

▹ gets jealous in the most ridiculous ways like if you spend too much time talking to pomni he's like "what does she have that i don't have" (you: "social anxiety and an exit obsession" jax: "...okay fair point")

▹ your relationship is basically built on affectionate banter and mutual weirdness appreciation, like you're both odd in your own ways and somehow that just... works

▹ absolutely does not totally daydreams about what it would be like if you both weren't stuck in the digital circus and could have a normal relationship but he keeps those thoughts to himself mostly

▹ ragatha: "you two are actually really sweet together" jax: "ew no we're not we're cool and mysterious" (he's holding your hand as he says this)

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[witherby]

i want to hear more mouse headcanons

-🧜‍♂️

Yeah okay

Can drink a whole water bottle in less than four seconds (this horrifies everyone that witnesses it)

Failed their driving test several times. They're exceptionally bad at parallel parking but can do everything else just fine.

Prefers silver jewelry to gold

Still bites Bruce just to see him jump and complain

Can turn poorly if out in the sun for too long due to the nature of their powers

Modified the designs for their family's vigilante costumes because they thought they looked a little boring. Jason's leather jacket is now 3/4 length sleeves, dark brown instead of tan, and cropped. Dick's blue stripes go down his arms and also curve around the V of his hips. Damian's cloak is longer, thinner, and the edges of his domino mask mimic the wings of the bat family motif. Tim's bow staff has flint on the ends to create dramatic sparks now and the ridiculous smooth cowl gets traded out for a half-mask.

Routinely hangs out with Alfred when he needs to go shopping for the manor. They loooooove going to stores so they follow him everywhere, even if he refuses to let them drive or pay.

Didn't know how to knock Jason out of a rage once so they just put him in the pocket dimension with a little flashlight and some books. When they got him back out 45 minutes later he was completely fine again.

Startled Tim once when he came home from patrol. He was still high-strung from a close fight and broke their hand when they tried to hug him from behind. They knock on every door before entering a room now.

Sought advice from Hal the most when they were in high school. He had the most normal and applicable responses to civilian issues, like fitting in and bullying and homework.

Begged and begged and begged and begged and BEGGED for Hal to take them into space just once to go on a sector patrol with him. Then when he finally acquiesced and brought them along, they got motion sick and threw up from how rapidly they accelerated out of the atmosphere. Hal took them back home.

Dick and Tim pulled away from them for a while after they refused to become the next Robin because neither boy knew how to be a big brother to a civilian. This led Mouse to consider if everyone in the family would eventually pull away, and if they should just run away from home to make things easier.

Accidentally called Bruce "mom" once, which brought Hal to genuine tears because he's mom, he's the one with the World's Okayest Mom mug, he's the one that loves to go to PTA meetings and attend your extracurriculars!

Hates sewing, stitching, crocheting, any kind of knot-tying activity. They can never get the motions right.

LOVES Monopoly.

No one will play monopoly with them anymore because they keep winning.

Conner cried after agreeing to play monopoly with them once. He won't even look at the box anymore.

Someone please play monopoly with Mouse, they're foaming at the fucking mouth to squash someone into bankruptcy —

Can't be left alone in a hardware store and we won't talk about why

After successfully interning for Deathstroke, several other villains tried to offer them employment

Etc.

[rafeslvbug]

CHAPTER 15 - maybank blues series

work had been a nightmare, if it wasn’t already one. girls gave you judgy looks over their sunglass rim, shook that the rafe cameron chose you. a pogue. the ultimate pogue, in their eyes. worn sneakers, bikinis under every outfit, sand under her fingernails. jj maybank, the troublesome teen’s, little sister.

and rafe had come by multiple times. never spoke to you, just looked. bloodshot eyes, frown. topper couldn’t give him enough drinks to wear it all away. the heartbreak. the pain. you refused to serve him. maybe that made things all the more worse. you made sofia go out instead, you swerved around his table and tried to ignore the way his eyes bored into your back.

tonight was different. you’d taken the night shift, late dinners and wine. the cool breeze brushing against your hair once it was over, and you began to walk home.

“y/n..” rafe speaks. you’d walked right past him, hadn’t seen him standing off to the side. squeezing your eyes shut, you refused to turn around. “rafe..what do you want?” you sighed.

“i’m not here to do anything..i just thought i’d give you your car back,” he mutters. you turn, slowly, spinning on your heel.

“i figured they got rid of it.” he’s standing a few metres from you, distant. putting space between you both— for you. because you know he wants nothing more than to be close to you again.

“they did..i got you a new one,” he murmurs, raising his hand with new car keys, a cute keychain you had been eyeing last week on it.

“no,” you shake your head. “i don’t want your..whatever this is. charity?”

“it’s not– it’s not!” he argues back, but he doesn’t raise his voice. “i got it before we broke up, so just take it okay? i can’t have it sitting in my driveway anymore.”

“rafe..”

“take the car,” he rasps out, voice breaking with every second. he holds out the keys, and you cautiously step forward, until there’s only a few feet between you. you dangle the keys around your finger, close them into your palm. a constant reminder of rafe.

the car’s light blue, volkswagen symbol on the front. your heart feels heavy, because it’s the car. the one you said you’d have if you could have any that day at the dealership. months ago. and rafe got it for you.

“it’s the one you wanted right?” he asks, cutting through the silence.

“it is..” you bite your lip, trying to stop the slight wobbling. “thank you.”

“it was nothing..”

“no– rafe,” you turn to face him. he steps back, wounded.

“nothing,” he repeats. but it holds more weight. like he’s saying you and him were nothing. like he’s trying to make himself feel better. “i’m gonna go..enjoy the car.”

your mouth opens, but he turns and walks away. leaving you alone with the remnants of your relationship. approaching the car feels dangerous. something ticked off your wishlist, from someone you hurt. someone you don’t deserve things from.

the car feels hollow. wheel cold. it’s brand new, marked by an old relationship. like a fresh beginning that’s already grown rotten. your lip trembles sitting in the drivers seat, and sobs overwhelm you, spilling down your cheeks.

you hate it.

you miss rafe, and you hate it.

the car pulls into the driveway, your tears dried on your cheek. you barely get out the door before, “where’d you get that from?” luke says gruffly, stepping out onto the path in front of the house.

“um..just a friend,” you murmur, stuffing the keys into your bag. you run your fingers through your hair, trying to ease the shakiness– already. luke’s arms are crossed over his chest. disbelieving. “right..” he tuts. “you think i believe that shit?” he spits.

“i don’t know what you mean..” you whisper, incredibly small. he chuckles, low. “course you don’t..” his foot taps impatiently against the ground. “you some sugar baby?”

“what?” you repeat, voice sharp.

“you an’ that fuckin’ attitude! i asked you a question– you heard me.”

“well what kind of question is that?” you retort. he seems to enjoy the way you fight back, argue. it gives him a reason.

“a fuckin’ valid one, people are whisperin’ bout you at the country club, showin’ up here with a new fuckin’ car– who’re you seein’?” he steps closer. a dare.

“no one!”

“see?” he points, shaky finger. drunk, evidently. “i raised a fuckin’ liar!” he lunges forward, towards you, fist raised. you duck out the way, but he’s in a frenzy. swinging again, forcing you back. stumbling until you hit the floor. the side of your hand grazes against the gravel, but you try to clamber backwards until his foot collides with your stomach. “WHO IS IT, HUH?” you scramble to your feet, only to be met with his knuckles against your cheekbone. body slamming against the car. “no one!” you cry, but he hears no reason. relentless until he’s had his fix. you fumble in your bag for the keys, blocking out his rant as he drunkenly swings and misses. “HEY! what are– WHERE’RE YOU GOIN’?” he rages, noticing your hand grappling the car door. he breaks forward to try and stop you, but you’ve already got it open, in the driver’s seat. luke’s hand grasps your leg, trying to haul you back out, but you kick him wildly, again and again, until he recoils his hand and u can slam the door shut.

you drive off, heavy panicked breaths even while he bangs on your new car. you don’t drive to the chateau. you don’t go to jj.

no, you go to the station.

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You put a ring on a wild thing - 12/? WIP Hangster

Affectionately titled "Drunk Vegas" fic until I gave it the title above.

Explicit Hangster. Drinking, dubious decisions and complete disregard for actual facts.

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN

PART TWELVE

                Jake thinks he gets what his mom was talking about, because he is so incredibly happy he finds himself just grinning throughout the days over absolutely nothing special. He just lets himself melt into this relaxed state of his marriage which he’s stumbled into. It goes against everything else in his life, so carefully thought about and planned for. But Bradley is the best thing and he’s so glad he gave into the spontaneity of marrying a complete stranger when in Vegas. He doesn’t care if it makes him a cliché, it’s working.

                Their leave is slipping by too fast and Tyler returns to his work. Jake teases him that it’s not actually work, but he and Bradley still go and visit him for a few days just for something to do. It’s nice having someone who simply wants to be with him, but also content to go for early morning runs by himself, preferring the outdoors rather than the treadmill Jake uses. Of course he’s had to ban Bradley from watching him workout, because the few times he has, it’s ended in a different kind of workout. Not that he’s complaining; now Bradley usually leaves him alone for an hour and then arrives while he’s stretching and cooling down, insists on helping rub out any sore muscles Jake might have, and it ends up with them in the shower more often than not.

…            …            …

                “Happy Anniversary…”

                “It’s… it’s not our anniversary,” Jake says, although the surety in which Bradley had said the words had made him doubt it for a moment, but he knows it’s not.

                “No. I know. But we might not be together for it, so I’m taking the time to celebrate it now.”

                “Wow. I’m married to a romantic.”

                “Yep. You sure are. I’m taking you out to dinner. Your mom gave me some recommendations and then I ran them past Tyler so we’d actually go somewhere we’d like, rather than where your mom thinks would be romantic…”

                Jake laughs, loves that Bradley has slotted in with his family easily and it’s nice, and he knows some of his relief is tied in with the fact that while he was fairly confident his parents wouldn’t care about him being gay, the fact that he accomplished a fait accompli and was able to provide a distraction in the shape of Bradley has helped. He also feels like he’s living on borrowed time, that something is going to come crashing down, but he doesn’t know what it’s going to be.

                “I love you…” Jake says, pressing in and kissing him, gratified that Bradley responds in kind like a desert plant thirsty for water.

                “We’re meant to be going out…”

                “We have reservations?”

                “Yes…”

                “Damn. It is fancy…”

                “Steak house… your favorite apparently.”

                “Fuck. Okay. Might have to put a hold on this then…”

                “You’re passing up sex for steak?”

                “Darlin’, I love you but we had sex this morning, and again this afternoon. I haven’t been to the Block since… well. Before my last deployment. It is a special type of place. One for celebrations…”

                “Well… we better get going so we don’t miss our reservation then.”

…            …            …

                It’s not technically a tradition, but it did become a habit he formed when he got his first deployment, and one he’s stuck to since. New orders sitting in his account and he hasn’t opened them yet. Knows Bradley is heading to Fallon, showing Jake his orders a couple of days ago. There’s already a seed of hope he refuses to acknowledge that they might one day be stationed together. It is on record that they’re married after all, and the whole co-location of married couples is something the Navy try and accommodate. But it’s not like they’ve been married for a long time, or even have a family that needs to be taken into account. So the seed is buried deep and lies unacknowledged.

                Over family dinner it comes up, Bradley stating something about heading to Fallon for his next deployment. Immediately all adult conversation ceases, although Brody continues babbling away and Jake’s glad for the distraction. All eyes are on him though and he shrugs helplessly.

                “Yeah,” he sighs. “I got my orders and a reporting date. Haven’t opened it yet.”

                All eyes fly to Bradley who looks at them all and Jake laughs silently, because his family are nosy and impatient and Bradley seems to have the patience of several people, and also unconcerned that Jake isn’t desperate to know. Lets him stay in denial for a little while longer.

                “What?”

                “You didn’t need him to open them as soon as he got them?”

                “No? He said he was going to wait until tonight. Do it with you all here. A few days doesn’t change anything…” Bradley says, and he looks at Jake, a little confused at his family’s reaction and Jake just shakes his head, catches his mom’s pleased expression and passes over his phone, open and unlocked so she can open it and tell him. He feels Bradley’s hand on his leg, a comforting weight and he puts his hand over his, squeezes it a little and then gets Bradley reaching over to press a kiss to his cheek for his troubles and he ducks his head, suddenly terrified.

                “Oh! You’ve going to Fallow as well. You’re being deployed together. That’s lucky isn’t it!”

                “Yeah… lucky,” Bradley says, but his eyes are narrowed and Jake wonders what he’s thinking.

                First opportunity he gets he asks, voice quiet and he hopes his family get that he needs a moment of privacy with his… boyfriend. The sudden welling up of wanting to tell them all that he and Bradley are in fact married is there and he wonders what his parents would think. Knows they’d be hurt that he lied, is lying, but also suspects that they’d be pretty happy with the whole Bradley aspect of everything.

                “What’s wrong?”

                “Nothing.”

                “Wow. Glad to know you can’t ever lie to me… you have no poker face.”

                Bradley sighs and Jake wraps his arms around his waist, tugs him in close until he’s wrapping his arms around Jake.

                “You don’t think it’s a little suspicious that we’re being deployed together?”

                “I’m not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. I was dreading having to say goodbye to you, and now… I don’t have to.”

                “I guess… I just don’t like the idea of getting special treatment because of…”

                “How do you feel about me getting special treatment?”

                He fully intends for Bradley to pick up the innuendo, and the slow smile he gets, the shift of Bradley’s body against his, means he’s received it loud and clear.

                “Mmm. Don’t mind you getting special treatment. I just want to be the one giving it to you…”

                “Well. If the powers that be are pulling strings which means I get to have special treatment from you while deployed then I am more than happy for whatever special treatment you’re getting. Last few weeks I’ve been spoiled. Now I get to continue being spoiled…”

                “You can be such a brat…”

                “When I want to be. Yeah.”

                “Good thing I like it…”

                “Good thing.”

…            …            …

                “Mom… what do you think about Bradley and I being married?” he asks, carefully phrasing it because his mom knows when he’s lying. He’s not sure if it’s simply a mom talent or if he has a blatant tell and she knows it, because Hannah and Tyler can both lie through their teeth. Then he thinks of Bradley even trying to hide something from him and his lack of poker face. They’re never going to be able to have a surprise party. He’s managed so far be either plain avoidance, or making sure his mom is distracted.

                “Oh honey, that would be lovely. I know him better now as well. And I do like him, I think he’s good for you. And you’re good for him…”

                “I think we’re all good for him,” Jake says, a little absent mindedly.

                “Well, that boy needs a family, and if you married him we’d welcome him with open arms…” Jake doesn’t choke at her words but it’s a near thing. “What? What did I say?”

                “Uh…”

                “Jakob Anthony, what are you not telling me?”

                “I… want to be married to Bradley for the rest of my life.”

                “Yes, you said that already. When he asked about restaurants I thought maybe he was planning on proposing…”

                Jake does choke a little then, coughs and looks at her with wide eyes.

                “That would be a little fast don’t you think?”

                “Well, sometimes, when you know you know.”

                “Yeah. I do know.”

…            …            …

                As much as he loves his family he loves his job, and watching Bradley put his uniform on is definitely another perk of said job. He’s never seen him in uniform in person and the uniform doesn’t do anything for him, but seeing him all formal looking just makes Jake want to mess him up. As he dresses himself he takes extra care, and when he catches Bradley looking at him he suspects he’s having similar thoughts.

                “Damn you look good…”

                “That’s because I am good. And you know exactly what I look like under this…”

                “I am a lucky man.”

                “And don’t you forget it.”

…            …            …

                “Oh…” Jake says, as he watches Bradley pull on his flight suit. They’ve been given joint-accommodation, and while Bradley had huffed about preferential treatment, Jake had pushed him down onto the sofa and sucked him off, which had been a win-win all round in distracting him and christening their new accommodations and Jake had finally been able to mess him up a little.

                “What?”

                “I’ve never seen you in a flight suit before. Definitely offers up a lot of easy access with all these zippers huh?”

                “Jake…”

                “Yeah honey?”

                “We’re going to work…”

                “Mmm. And the waiting is going to make it all the sweeter later. I think I’m going to enjoy this deployment a lot.”

                “God you’re a sweet talker…”

                “Only with people I like darlin’.”

                “And with people you love?”

                “Oh, they get the full Jake Seresin experience. Every part of me…”

                Bradley laughs at that, fingers curling around the chain of his dog tags and pulling him close, kissing him until he’s breathless and starting to get hard.

                “Mmm. Looking forward to seeing every part of you later. See just how sweet you are after a day flying…”

                “Oh god… I take it back. This deployment is going to be torture. You’re going to kill me…”

                “Oh no baby… we’ll work hard and play harder. Now come on, we’ll be late if we don’t hustle.”

[gpanada]

The whole niigo and their vocaloids are so hard to write and are so complex in so many levels that it feels like everytime i try to write them, it feels so ooc, it doesn't feel very them, which i understand that i truly wont get to write them perfectly but gosh they are so complex, especially with their interactions with eachother are so hard to capture (I have mad respect for the writers, especially the polyniigo writers)

Kanade might seem like a very simple and according to some, a boring character, she's just a depressed girl who has a savior complex who's trying to save Mafuyu, which is technically right but–

Kanade is not just that, she's more than that, that is being subtly shown in canon, Kanade is a girl who seems cold yet kind hearted, someone who is selfless for a 'selfish' reason, she is kind yet stands her ground when she believe something or someone is wrong, she is not easily persuade if she believe that she is doing the right thing, she's the leader, not only because she was the founder of the group but also because she is the reason why the others has yet to disappear, Kanade is someone who wants to hear her fathers songs again even if she doesn't show it or just pushes it away, Kanade is someone who just wants a family

Kanade has so much of an impact on the other niigo members yet she only sees the 'bad' effects she has caused to them and the others which i wanna talk abt

K's effects on Mafuyu's is pretty obvious since Mafuyu is the whole main focus of niigo, but i still wanna talk abt it

The way Kanade stood her ground against Mafumom and refused to listen to her demands and them having different beliefs on what is best for Mafuyu

Which made Mafumom act out a bit and controlled every single thing abt how Mafuyu act which makes Mafuyu realize how much N25 really means to her and caused her to have the courage to fight back and with the helped of Mizuki's words, had the courage to run away

Their friendship is so adorable to read as well

The way both of them help eachother one way or another and even if Mafuyu still doesn't understand that she cares for her(not only her but the others as well which I'll put more in detail later) she still does and do it

Ena's.. hmm i just cant stop thinking abt n25 wl2, Kanade was the one who founded and recognized Ena for her art, but as time passed on, she recognized Ena not only for her art but as a person, Ena has a soft spot for Kanade, Kanade was the one that found her and saved her when she was at her lowest, Kanade was the one that always found her whenever she was feeling down and in return treats her more kindly than the others, (KanaEna suppremacy/j) i just love them

And Mizuki... oh i have a lot to say, I love their interactions in Kana1, Mizuki was the one that helped Kanade and despite only talking in person for only a few months(?) I dont really remember, it was already obvious that they cared for her and eachother, also Mizuki was the first one to know other than Honami about her family, out of everyone in n25, Mizuki probably understands Kanade the most, she could predict and prevent on how Kanade would react and stuff, Afterall Mizuki is a smart character, i just wished we have more interactions between them, I've been living on KanaMizu crumbs ever since Kana1 released

Also Kanade saying "Mizuki is still Mizuki" was so cute i swear, Kanade understands that Mizuki was just showing who Mizuki is the whole time with just a secret abt their gender that they were afraid to tell and her appreaciating and saying thank you for being so brave and trusting them for sharing a big part of themsevles ahhh I cant

Im begging for more KanaMizu content

Whoever said Kanade only cares about Mafuyu should re-read the whole nightcord story istg

Next is probably the hardest person to write in pjsk for me is Mafuyu

Mafuyu is someone who is kind and gentle, one who wants to share the warmth she felt when her mother took care of her

For some she is the perfect student, the perfect daughter, the reliable honour student

To some she is a friend they wanna help, a friend who they wanna see happy and a friend who they admire

To niigo, she is a friend who is blunt, honest, one who is kind and is struggling to find their to self, a friend who they wanna help and want to be happy, someone who they will fight for just to ensure that she'll get better

She understands why her mother's way of love keeps hurting her as well because Mafuyu is a person that's whole nature is to please people ever since she was a child, and Mafumom's tendency to be in control, Mafu6 shows this well and shows as to why Mafumom and Mafuyu just won't work out in this current time and they'll just fall into old habits again

Mafuyu is blunt yet she cares, she shows this through her actions and not her words, (ironic for someone who writes the lyrics) well sometimes at least, she's honest and kind, she takes what her friends says to her by heart and does them even if she doesm't realize it, she cherishes the moments she has with niigo and feels lonely without it

She is a smart person, yet she is someone who knows what emotions you're feeling yet wont understand as to why your feeling that way

Mafuyu's frienship with Ena is always interesting to watch since those to are complete opposite yet similar

Ena is in simple terms, someone who feels too much and Mafuyu who feels too little, the're a perfect balance, Ena was the one that told Mafuyu to not let others push her around and to fight for what she truly wants, which encourage Mafuyu to well fight back and try to gain control over her own life

Also Ena finds Mafuyu as someone who can be honest with her and takes her critisism not as an insult but as a feedback to better improve her art, Ena cares for Mafuyu, making her stay at her house and even using that man's name in order for Mafuyu not to go home because she noticed how Mafuyu doesn't want to

They have helped eachother in so many ways even if they dont recognize it

Mizuki's friendship with Mafuyu is another one of those where those two understand eachother

Mizuki understands the pressure and having to pretend to be someone else and understands that it can becomes to much too handle, and Mizuki encourages Mafuyu to run away for anyonelse but to save herself from becoming broken completly

Mizuki told Mafuyu that its okay to run when things becomes too much, its better to run than to continue even when you know you cant handle it, Mafuyu learned to back down from something when she knows she cant handle it, she learned from Mizuki not too push herself to the point of collapsing and to just run away

Every single Niigo member helped her to grow and learn even when things become too much, they'll always be with eachother and rely to them

Ena's writing is so good, Ena is probably the character i relate the most

Her feeling like jealousy over the people who have talent and almost quiting art, the difference between me and her is that i let the feeling of no talent get over me and quit art to pursue music..

But this is not about me. I love the way she comes to accept that the path for the future is an unsteady and will come with many pain yet she still continues anyways

I love that even when she seemed to be always angry since she shows her pains through anger, she still cares and she shows it through her actions

They way she ran in the rain to look for Mafuyu, the way she always make sure Kanade's health is good, the way she makes sure Mizuki is comfortable

All those little things that makes Ena.. well Ena, Ena who's passionate over the things she loves, one where she would defend those she cares about in a split second, someone who keeps her promises, someone who is unpaitent yet will be if she needs to be

Ena who is kind and value her friends and family over anything else

I also love her sibling bond with Akito (the best representation of siblings in media) the way both of them seemed to hate eachother yet continues to have actions of care that makes the idea of them hating eachother so stupid

They execute it so well, it doesn't seem forced and just so natural, it reminds me of my siblings, im the youngest of my family

I just love the shinonome siblings that i could make a whole separete rant abt them

I also love her friendship with Mizuki

The way she doesn't get angry at her teasing and just plays along, the way she didn't spare a single second to make Mizuki come back

The way she just looks at them(niigo) with nothing but love i love Ena

And lastly Mizuki

Mizuki is smart, someone who notice even a smallest details and remembers it, she's someome who cares for her friends and value it more than anything else

She's someone who tends to hide her pain through humour and comedy, she's also emotionally smart, someone who notices and comforts her friends when they need it

She has trouble trusting someone yet when they do, they are loyal to them and cares for them

For Me, Mizuki is probably the easiest to write out of all the n25 members but that doesn't mean she's not easy to write, there's still many things i need to learn about her

There's probably still a lot of details i missed, afterall this is all just my understanding of the characters, also i haven't even talked about the cards and how they are connected, and also the songs and all the little details in the lyrics and instrumentals, there is so much more in Niigo that i have yet to understand

Which is why i love them, they are so hard to write

There is so much more i wanna say but this has been too long so maybe next time

Whoever is crazy enough to read all of it is probably.. well thats just wow im surprised well hello there

(also i have yet to read the Ena Bloomfest, BABY ENA WHOO but i will after i sleep)

[eviemonroeer]

The Monroe Effect: Chapter 33

Set during Season 6, Episode 17 of ER. Spoilers if you haven't seen the show.

Warnings: Angst, Anxiety, Mention of Postpartum Issues

WC: 1.9 k

ER story belongs to original creators, just adding on my own original charter.

Taglist: @pleasecallmeunhinged, @rainmg, @arigoldsblog, @queenslandlover-93, @hagarsays, @antisocialfiore, @snowflames-world, @guiltypleassure243, and @omgbrianab

MASTERLIST

At first, it seemed like things were going to be temporary. Stay with Grandpa and Gamma Carter until Carter was truly back on his feet and then go back to living in the apartment. That was the plan.

Or at least it was the plan until we started getting the hospital bills. 

You would think for receiving care in the hospital you worked at, for something that happened to you on the job, you’d at least have some kind of discount. 

Wrong.

I started crunching the numbers and there was no conceivable way we could pay these bills along with everything else we were currently paying for, especially my student loan payments. It would be a complete and utter waste of money to keep an apartment we weren’t staying in. And Carter refused to let his grandparents pay for any bill. So, we both hesitantly agreed to letting go of the apartment and for the time being, live full time at the Carter estate.  

My stomach was full of dread even before the movers arrived. Gamma hired a company that would come and completely pack up the apartment for us before delivering our things to our new home. I worked those last few days before my leave was up to sell the big furniture we wouldn’t be needing. I told myself it would be better to just get new stuff once we moved out anyway to try and make myself feel better. It didn’t really help. Gamma also took to renovating one of the guest rooms into a nursery for Meghan. Thankfully she took my design ideas to heart, and it was comforting knowing my daughter could actually grow into this room, unlike her old nursery, which was really a glorified walk in closet. 

But it was still a walk in closet in I place I’d lived for six years. That I had gotten on my own and made my own space. It was where we brought our daughter home from the hospital. The goodbye was harder than I thought it would be. 

Once we were inside the mansion, everything changed and changed quickly. There was always someone else there to do things for me. Breakfast and dinner was at a strict time. Laundry was done and put away by someone else. There was even someone there to open the car door for you. It was intense and awkward and suffocating. So, for the most part, I unpacked our rooms and tried to mind my own business; keep myself as small as possible and maybe I could get by unnoticed. 

I absolutely did not want to leave Meghan my first day back at work. I trusted Corrine, really. She had taken good care of Meghan on the couple of occasions I ventured out to shop or grab lunch with a friend. But this was completely different. Those times were merely excursions, an hour or two at the most. This was an 8-hour shift. My thoughts ranged everywhere from she’ll run out of pre-pumped bottles to she’ll completely forget who I was by the time we returned. Carter tried his best to reassure me, but I still cried as soon as we left the drive. 

“Well look who it is!” 

I forced a smile as Haleh, Lydia, Chuny, and Carol crowded around me. I looked back at Carter, who gave me a slight smile and pointed up, reminding me he had a check in with his doctors upstairs. I nodded and turned back to the girls.

“It’s so good to see you!” Lydia said, her voice cheerful. “How’s Meghan?”

“Oh, don’t ask her that.” Carol groaned. “She’s probably already wound up enough leaving her for the first time. I know I was.”

I scoffed and nodded my head. “Uh, Meghan’s great. Eating good, sleeping okay. She’s getting her tummy time in, but her favorite thing is when Carter bicycles her feet.” I reached into my purse and pulled out my wallet, handing them the most recent picture of Meghan I had inside. 

“Look at that.” Haleh cooed. “So adorable. And how are you?”

“Scattered is probably the best word to use. We moved into the Carter Family mansion, and it is taking time to adjust.”

“Oh wow. What’s it like?” Chuny asked. 

“Well, I’ve never lived in a place with so many bathrooms.” I tried to force a chuckle. “I’ll let you know if I ever get used to other people doing things for me.”

“You won’t.” Haleh scoffed. 

“Where are you today?” Lydia asked. 

“Triage, something I didn’t think I would ever be grateful for. But I’m not sure if I have the bandwidth for much else right now.”

“Well let us know if you need anything.” Carol said, giving me a reassuring smile. I nodded. If she could do it by herself with two babies, I could make it through today. 

“Chuny, I need you.” Cleo called out as she walked towards the ambulance bay. “Oh, Evie, welcome back!” 

“Thanks!” I called after her. I sighed. “Well, I guess we all better get back to work.” 

 

“Alright, someone will be with you as soon as possible.” I said, smiling to my most recent patient. I finished writing up their triage information on the chart and walked over to the admit desk, sticking it in the back of the holder. Today was going.......decent. Patients weren’t overly rude, which my still hormonal self was grateful for. I had a little bit of a leaking issue earlier around Meghan’s regular feeding time, which did require a new scrub top. But other than that, things were on track. Only six more hours to go and I could snuggle my daughter. 

I handed some more gauze to a patient with a bloody nose, before sending them to curtain one, when I noticed Carter walking towards me. The limp he had since getting rid of his crutches was a little more pronounced than normal and he looked very pale and maybe even sweaty. I had noticed he had dark circles under his eyes this morning, but they seemed worse. My heart constricted. How did I not notice it until now?

“Hey, Carter.” I stopped him, pulling him into an exam room. “You okay?”

“Uh, yeah. I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? Your limps getting worse. W-What did your doctor say?” 

“They said I’m doing fine and there was nothing to worry about.” His tone was growing agitated, and he grabbed the back of his neck. It’s something he always did when he was frustrated. “I’m good, Evie. Okay?” He took a deep breath. “How are you?” He redirected. 

I sighed and bit my lip. “Uh, I’m good. Had a little accident earlier, but I’m good.” 

He looked down and nodded. He must have seen I had changed. “Good. J-Just make sure you’re pumping when you need to and take a break if things get too overwhelming.”

“That goes for you too.” 

He nodded and cleared his throat before giving me a quick peck on the cheek and all but ran from the room. 

 

“Now, I’m going to listen to your heart and lungs.” I took my stethoscope off my neck and stuck my hand in my pocket, searching for a wipe to clean off the chest piece. I frowned when I came up empty. However, that was quickly wiped away when I looked back up at the woman I was currently triaging. “I need to run and get something very quickly. I will be right back. 

I slung the instrument around my neck again and went off in search of more wipes. I eyed the supply cart, my destination. “Hey you!” I turned into the trauma room, finding Dr. Romano. “Come here. I need an impartial observer.” 

I sighed and walked into the room, finding Cleo, Peter, and Carter all with him. “Oh, come on.” Peter groaned. “That’s a fax copy. You can’t even—”

“Quiet Peter!” He held out the aforementioned piece of paper to me out in front of me. “Is that a C or a P?”

I took a moment, squinting at the hurried writing. “Uh, it looks like a Q.”

He all but rolled his eyes, ripping the paper away from me. “Someone else who can’t read it.” 

“I prescribed bisacodyl.” Peter said firmly. “That’s what I ordered. That’s what I wrote.” 

“Then why is this patient currently undergoing an angioplasty for a life-threatening myocardial infarction?” 

Peter turned to Cleo. “You heard me day bisacodyl?”

“Yeah.” She confirmed. 

“Did you even bother to read the pharmacy label before you handed it out?” 

“There was a trauma coming in.”

“Oh! Oh, a trauma came in. Oh, well then that makes everything okay. When traumas comes in, we can just hand out whatever meds happen to be laying around.” 

“Dr. Romano—” 

“Carter!” He yelled. “What does this have to do with you? Nothing. So, shut up.”

“Can I go?” I asked quickly. “I have patients in triage who need me.” 

“The growing level of incompetence around here is frightening.” Romano said, turning back to Peter without giving us a second thought. “It’s a wonder we haven’t been shut down.”

“It was an honest mistake.” Cleo countered. I shook my head and pat Carter’s leg, turning to leave the room. I wouldn’t be missed and if he was so worried about stuff getting done, I would do my job. I could get the inside scoop from Carter later. 

 

I was absolutely giddy as I went over to the station and clocked myself out for the day. I was never more ready to go home in my entire life. My mind, body, and soul was ready to have my daughter back in my arms. Maybe I could figure out a way to get out of this dinner party so I could just spend the rest of the night with her. But I also didn’t want to leave Carter alone. I could tell today had been a little hard for him. We both needed a little extra support. 

I walked into the lounge and found Mark and Carter talking at the table. Carter was looking through some folder as I walked behind them and to my locker, getting out my stuff. Carter smacked his lips together with a tsk. “Yeah, I really wish I could remember him.”  He closed the folder. “I feel bad. Must’ve misdiagnosed.”

“He didn’t have any insurance.”

“Really? What are they gonna do?” 

“Well, they’re okay. They have it now.” 

“Oh, good.” Carter shouldered his bag and nodded his head. 

“Is there anything else you wanna tell me, Carter?” 

I closed my locker and waited off to the side as I watched them. Carter shook his head. “No. I made a mistake. I’m sorry.”

Mark looked at him for a moment, and I could see on his face he didn’t really believe what Carter had said. “Have a nice party.” He finished and left the lounge. 

“Is everything okay?” I quietly asked, hesitantly walking over to him. He turned to me and the circles under his eyes from earlier had gotten darker. He bit his lips and nodded. 

“Yeah. Yeah, just a problem with an old patient. It’s fine." He grabbed my hand. “Let’s get you home to our daughter. I know you’re dying to see her.” 

He lifted my hand to his mouth and kissed it, before practically dragging me from the ER. 

[madampringle]

I kinda wanna do a fic or series of like, moments when the Thunderbolts are each protective of their team, or members of the team, like.

Yelena being the absolute mama bear menace for her team because thats hers. That’s her team and her new family and she’ll ruin your life slowly and painfully if you ever try to take her family away from her again.

Teasing John is a team favorite, they love clowning him, but hooooo boy let a person outside of the team say something nasty about him and all of a sudden, Ava’s losing her everloving shit and dishing out the most violent roast known to man against that random asshole.

Bucky losing sleep trying to find ways to help Ava alleviate her pain and find ways to allow her to have longer control over her phasing, making sure she’s given space and protected when she’s having painful flashes of her abilities.

at the same time, Alexei blatantly protecting Bucky during missions that involve remnants of Hydra, because even though he knows he doesn’t need it, Alexei sure as shit isn’t gonna let anything happen to him on his watch.

John is hair-trigger ready in fight mode if anyone threatens the team, he’s not afraid to shut down interviews and cause a ruckus when he notices any of them being targeted. His reputation was already torn to shreds, he refuses to let that kind of anguish happen to any of them.

And Bob. Hooooo man. Bob’s powers being activated the second the team is in danger and it’s game over. Sentry’s dogwalking your ass if he sees one drop of blood on them. Even without the Sentry switch, Bob would absolutely play dirty to keep the team in tact. They’re his safety net, his friends, his stability. He will always, always, put them above all else.

I just really need these guys to be such intense protective energy for eachother likeeeeee it’s my favorite thing.

[indiaalphawhiskey]

don’t you think it’s kinda weird how there’s a part of the fandom that’s convinced that if they’re still together, they probably have an open relationship - and if they’ve broken up, it’s because Harry wanted one?

Like, I get that he comes across as someone who’s open to exploring his sexuality, and maybe he is - and there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s just that the way some people talk about him, stating some things like facts about how he explores his sexuality, sometimes makes me feel like even larries might’ve been a little influenced by that whole f*ckboy narrative.

Anyone who believes Harry Styles is the kind of person who would advocate for an open relationship has never heard him speak, literally ever. Or, they have and they refuse to listen to what he's saying and prefer to keep the fantasy of them having a chance with him alive.

Harry has never once been flippant about the depth of relationship he admires/aims to have. In fact, I would go as far as to say he only talks about love and relationships the way someone who has always and will forever be deeply committed to the same person talks.

Think about all the ways he's answered relationship questions at his concerts. Doesn't it reek of someone who's been committed for so long that he doesn't understand the kind of bullshit people in the current dating pool are putting themselves through? Doesn't it reek of someone very much coaching from outside the game?

It bothers me so much that so many people prefer to imagine Harry as some toxic dark romance hero driven only by the promise of sex than who he really is.

It bothers me that there are people who prefer to be giving their money to that imaginary version of him, instead of the guy who waves pride flags and talks to people's moms and helps them come out and says things like "is she your best friend?" when someone asks if they should propose and talks about how much he loves the "being a team" part of a relationship.

[sillygoofyqueer]

Okay I've also got asks to answer but I've got work experience this week so my available schedule is fucked up and posting time is cut down a lot. So if you have sent me an ask recently (or decide to send me an ask during the week), it WILL be answered I promise, just mayhaps not right away. With that out of the way, MORE KPDH x MXTX AU!

I know I said I was going to focus on wangxian but I've been gripped with the need to give you a whistle stop tour of Shen Yuan (+ Shang Qinghua's) and Xie Lian's backstories! Starting with Shen Yuan; so, obviously, he's from the Cang Qiong Mountain Sect, and he was raised there from a young age - some children are raised in the sect, others are found. However, he wasn't the one that caught the interest of the scouts of CQMS - that would be his twin brother, Shen Jiu. Yes yes, there's messy messy qijiu to be found in here somewhere, but we have NO TIME for it. Shen Jiu refused to go anywhere without his twin brother, who was dealing with a severe illness, and the scout was like "uuggghhh, there's no time to argue" because there was a deficit of gifted children hanging around on the streets. So, Shen Yuan and Shen Jiu went along to CQMS, and Shen Jiu began his training while Shen Yuan was put through rigorous treatments designed to make him better; these treatments required a level of cultivation, so he was also trained in cultivation (a more gentle version that wouldn't affect his delicate health).

Shen Jiu was only cultivating for his didi's sake, and he was only staying for his didi's sake, because didi was loving learning about the different kinds of demons, and he had made a friend too. However, Shen Yuan eventually found out that Shen Jiu didn't really care about cultivating, and felt bad for gege because he was doing all of this for him! So, he proposed an idea to Shen Jiu. Teach him what he knew, and then Shen Yuan could take his place sometimes! Like a twin swap, y'see? Shen Jiu was reluctant at first, but he saw how excited Shen Yuan was about his idea (outside of researching and basically becoming the resident expert on demons) and caved to his didi's whims. So, they started swapping sometimes - of course, they had to learn each other's mannerisms n such to be able to pull it off, and there were a few people they couldn't fool (ones that would never tell on them), but they managed to pull it off pretty well aside from that. Something something, they were eventually found out, but instead of being mad, their mentor (previous Qing Jing peak lord) was pleased because they had two cultivators/experts for the price of one!

Shang Qinghua was Shen Yuan's friend right from the start. He had been sent over by a less-than-influential family that was in the know about demon hunters, along with his gege - I can't think of a name right now, but just know it's OG Shang Qinghua (OG for short lmfao). While his gege clawed his way through cultivation until he was somewhat respected and powerful despite their lower status in the sect, Shang Qinghua was much more interested in the management side of things. Leave him alone, no harsh missions where he almost died for him, pretty please! While his mentor didn't really care if Shang Qinghua didn't care, his gege certainly fucking did, and personally taught him because he knew all of his didi's tricks to try and escape learning about such things. This wasn't faaaaiiirrrr! He took solace in hiding in Shen Yuan's medical room at first, then later his actual room when they decided that he was alright enough to be free from the infirmary. Shen Yuan wanted a friend, Shang Qinghua was willing to be a friend, and when Shen Yuan was caught out for switching with Shen Jiu, Shang Qinghua was immediately shoved into the group by Gege, who really wanted him to get out more.

Xie Lian's story took place a long, long time ago. While not the original demon hunter, he was trained by one of them, alongside his closest companions, Feng Xin and Mu Qing. He was specially picked out as though by fate itself, chosen by the gods to become the next blessed warrior fighting against the demons, and he took his companions along with him. Mei Nianqing didn't really talk about his original group, only telling tales of the Demon Hunter of Wuyong, who had tried to push himself to save humanity only to break under the pressure and become Bai Wuxiang, the ruler of demons. Honestly, he definitely should have; maybe if they had known what had happened to the original demon hunter group, Xie Lian wouldn't have been so easily drawn in by another mentor. Jun Wu appeared in his dreams, offering him tips and tricks for his cultivation, ones that he shared to his friends with excitement - all the man in his dreams said was that he shouldn't tell Mei Nianqing about such things. Xie Lian was naïve, easy to manipulate because he just saw the best in everyone, unaware of the horrors that resided within the world; Mei Nianqing had failed him in that aspect, had failed he and his friends.

Xie Lian and his friends flourished under the guiding hands of Mei Nianqing (and, secretly, Jun Wu), which was why Mei Nianqing was so willing to let them face off against Bai Wuxiang when he ripped through the Honmoon. There was so much fighting, so many human lives lost and, in Xie Lian's dreams, Jun Wu urged him to excel quicker, to focus on his cultivation so he could 'properly protect humanity', but he wouldn't turn his back on them when they needed him the most. Unlike the Demon Hunter of Wuyong, he took time to save every single human from demons, even a young boy that everyone hailed as cursed and bound to the demons by fate. He didn't care what they all believed, he did not see the boy's future, he only saw the frightened little kid who needed protection from demons that wished to feast upon his 'tainted' soul. They managed to beat back Bai Wuxiang and reform the Honmoon, but that was not when it ended for Xie Lian. Rumours started echoing through the crowds, rumours that he sympathised with demons, and did not kill them if he did not see them as a threat. It's not like they were wrong, but people didn't like to hear such things about their protectors.

SO much more happens in this time, but I just need to quickly explain that I think the demon hunters could probably ascend (in this AU) due to the worship from the ordinary humans and with cultivation levels. To summarise what happens because there's so much I want to say and it's OVERWHELMING - Xie Lian's group breaks down because of these beliefs and, while one cannot be descended once they Ascend, Xie Lian's followers stopped believing in him and left him to rot through the centuries. Xie Lian goes through shit, almost becomes a demon but pulls himself back from the brink basically out of spite of Bai Wuxiang, going off the grid to hide from his friends and any other ascended gods. There is only one god that he befriends, and that's because this god (Shi Qingxuan) doesn't know who he is (his well-known name at the time was Dianxia), so there's no issue of his existence getting back to anyone else. Jun Wu occasionally appears in his dreams to try and ask where he is, but Xie Lian doesn't want to get him in trouble, so he doesn't ever tell him. Centuries pass, and he finds himself in a new boyband after helping a few demon hunters deal with a few vicious demons.

[goldsnows]

ok, i NEEED you to infodump on that rebecca/tywin au!!

your wish is my command 🙂‍↕️

this basic concept is really fun to me bc it actually has a lot of applications as a what if? scenario !!

for context - in crimson clover, tywin was planning to marry jaime off to rebecca as teenagers prior to jaime joining the kingsguard. cersei knew that at some point tywin had considered lysa arryn as a match for jaime, and mistook a conversation she overheard as being about lysa/jaime when it was in fact about rebecca/jaime getting betrothed.

in this scenario, tywin proposes to olenna during robert’s rebellion that he’ll marry rebecca instead. she initially balks at the idea, but the matches that paxter are considering for rebecca are 100x worse and the idea of having influence over casterly rock is too tempting to refuse.

rebecca is absolutely heartbroken because she’s already deeply in love w/ rhaime thanks to their time together in the red keep (their relationship plays out pretty much exactly like canon)

however just like in canon… becca is unknowingly pregnant w/ quinn by the time she marries tywin. but since the timelines overlap and are so blurry it’s easy to pass quinn off as tywin’s instead lol

this is where things start to diverge…

in this timeline, instead of marrying cersei after winning the rebellion… robert marries rhaena.

niklaus is eventually conceived / born and passed off as robert’s true born son, while rhaime keep up their own affair. when tywin realizes that his new-wife holds influence over the new queen consort, he tries to use it to his advantage even if he’s still bitter it’s not cersei in her place.

(cersei got married off to stannis in this scenario lol)

this leads to ethalyssa being conceived at some point… and they are 100% jaime’s kids. however, in true tywin fashion, he is completely clueless to this despite thinking he’s the smartest man alive lol. however this leads to ethan being the new heir to casterly rock ++ tywin’s favorite child.

ethan would be more quiet, cunning, and studious here, because tywin would have put a ton of focus on his lord’s education. which is something becca would stress over CONSTANTLY bc she doesn’t want her baby boy being a mini-tywin lmao.

tywin/rebecca would have a fairly okay marriage though imo, far better than her canon one to lord lefford only because tywin has absolutely 0 love for her which means he has little interest in what she does and mostly leaves her alone for the most part beyond his usual controlling patriarch crap.

jaime would also be involved in quinn, ethan, and alyssa’s lives because there’s nothing suspicious about a big brother doting on his little siblings!

the war still happens here but it’d be RADICALLY different because nik & rhaena are the opposites of joffrey & cersei. they’d end up holding ned stark as a hostage instead of executing him, so peace is still kind of-sort of on the table with the north.

nik would be the one who’s married to tara in this scenario and i see the two of them being proactive in seeking the vale’s support. also, nik would def be fighting on the frontlines bc he believes a king should be w/ his people so that opens the door for a bunch of interesting robnikmeria meetings…

anyways this got really long ?? sorry i rambled lol. there’s like a whole booklet of things i could write about this au, but i think i covered the main ones. there’s also a mini-plot in my head where cersei has a rivalry with quinn because tywin listens to / respects her more than he does cersei lmao 💀

if you have any more questions pls send them in bc i could talk about this AU for ages genuinely <3

[idontmindifuforgetme]

I love Tumblr because nothing matters here truly. There are no influencers. Having followers doesn’t mean anything. It’s just a site where people post their sporadic thoughts and rb pretty pictures. Anyone who thinks any of this matters is woefully missing the point

[anonymocha]

finally coming out as a dyke in 2023 is realizing i dont need to pretend to simp that Guy just because everyone else in my friend group does

[heyclickadee]

One of the fun things about Tech being so damn confident (and having the skill to back it up) is that, well, he’s a pilot. Of course he’s confident. I’ve known quite a few pilots. Pilots, like surgeons, are just like that.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

Ooh what's barbarian Figs subclass

m flipfloppin between giant and totem (def reskinned) for her rn! giant would be Really funny for junior year and there's some thematic stuff for the transformation element I think would be interesting, but just purely on a character basis I think fig would love totem esp. as a barbie girl in freshman year. if I land on totem I kinda imagine it like a wuxia animal style thing tbh, mostly just because the idea of someone coming into a fight expecting typical movie shaolin choreography and getting Teenager That Mauls You To Death is entertaining to me