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tiny little fic elaborating on one of my Batman headcanons from my yandere Justice League AU, but you don't necessarily have to read those first, it makes sense all by itself imo. This is him taking care of you after having branded you basically. Warnings for the aftermath of a branding obviously + general yandere stuff.
"Go away."
Bruce, of course, doesn't listen, and shuts the door behind him with a click. "I know you're mad at me, but I brought you more painkillers, and I need to reapply the salve."
That does sound good, but unfortunately you're stubborn. And you hate him. "I don't care. Don't touch me. Go away," you mumble into your pillow from your place on the bed, then think for a second: "...but leave the painkillers."
"Me applying the salve is not up for debate. I don't want it to get infected, and you can't reach the wound by yourself, so I have to do it." He doesn't waste any time and straddles your lower back. Seriously? Couldn't he just have sat next to you? It's bad enough that you can't wear a shirt around him right now, and he has to sit on top of you? He must know what you're thinking, as you can't say anything about it before he states: "The angle is better from here." Yeah sure, it has nothing to do with the added body contact, or that he likes having you beneath him. You roll your eyes and don't say anything, waiting for him to get on with it.
You hear him open the jar of salve, its medicinal smell making its way to your nose, before he gently takes off your old bandages and starts rubbing it in. You flinch, his touch intensifying the burn. Why didn't he give you the painkillers before he started?
"You're healing nicely so far, it's going to be a beautiful scar." He says while spreading the salve evenly across your wound. Fucker. It's going to be beautiful? "Beautiful? You asshole, I'm going to have your fucking bat symbol on my back for the rest of my life! Of course you'd think it's beautiful, you wouldn't have done it otherwise." You scoff. Usually you wouldn't dare talk to him like this, but you feel like you've earned it after what he's done.
At your words his hands stop moving and he starts applying a bit more pressure on your wound. A warning. "Don't talk to me like that."
"I'll talk to you however I want until that thing on my back heals. You said it wasn't a punishment, meaning you broke one of your own rules when you hurt me. I'm allowed to say and do whatever the fuck I want until this is over." You should be allowed to do that all the time, but it's best not to push it.
Bruce grunts in response. "I'll let it slide for now. But don't get used to it." He finishes applying the salve and puts on clean bandages, but doesn't move to get off of you until you turn around to look at him and pointedly clear your throat. Unfortunately he doesn't give you any space, instead lying down next to you and putting his arm around you, carefully avoiding the burn.
"I'll give you the painkillers now, but then you should get some rest. Your body could use the extra sleep." You glare at him. "Oh yeah? I wonder whose fault that is." He doesn't react, instead holding the painkillers up to your mouth so you can finally take them. "I was thinking we could get your favorite food when you wake up again, and maybe watch a movie. What do you think?"
You only hum in response, your eyes falling shut as the painkillers kick in, making you sleepy. You subconsciously lean into the warmth that's radiating from Bruce before you drift off.
#I think it's romantic of him to put it on your back bc he wears it on his chest so you fit together like puzzle pieces when spooning ❤️❤️❤️#lycheewritings#yandere#yandere dc#yandere batman#yandere bruce wayne#yandere justice league#x reader#reader insert#yandere!batman#yandere!bruce wayne
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to me the thing that matters most in the whole "who deserved to win" debate is the fact that Lando's leading position was entirely due to the team strategy. it was not Lando who got the lead, just like how Oscar didn't do anything to lose his position. frankly it's unfortunate that Oscar's mistake while in P2 didn't matter, if mclaren hadn't put them both in undeserved positions it might have even affected the race, it might have lead to an exciting battle towards the end. what actually happened is Oscar's first win nearly got torn from his hands by a shit strategy call meanwhile Lando got guilttripped out of whatever (false) hope he had for a victory. if it was two different teams battling with strategy it would be different but currently mclaren need to step the FUCK up and not let this happen ever again. don't let Oscar's win get overshadowed by this, being put in a situation so shit you have to apologize for winning is something I don't want to see ever fucking again I'm just glad Lando is (altough characteristically self-deprecating) handling the aftermath fairly and mclaren can count themselves fucking lucky that their drivers actually like each other. fucking hell that race was entertaining tho
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cry baby | chapter twenty
Summary: The aftermath of CB & Peter's weekend away.
Warning: Mean Bucky is back.
Word Count: 1039
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You sat with Natasha and Wanda on your couch that following Monday evening. Steve and Sam were engaged in a playful debate across the room as Bucky quietly observed, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips while Alpine snuggled into him.
After a few moments, Wanda exchanged a mischievous glance with Natasha as she stood before disappearing into the kitchen. Your eyes widened as she returned with a cake, reading the word “Virgin” written on black icing with a red prohibited symbol across it. The room fell silent as she walked over to you, handing you the cake, a sly grin spread across her face.
“Congratulations, CB!” Natasha exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Your face turned as crimson as the icing as you took the cake. You glanced around the room. “What is this?” you asked, swallowing the lump in your throat.
“Well, after we heard about your little weekend with Peter,” Wanda chimed in, her laughter infectious. “We thought you might appreciate a bit of humor, it’s just a little joke.”
Sam burst into laughter, nearly doubling over as he made his way over you. “Oh man, this is too good!” he laughed, wiping tears from his eyes as he took the cake from your hands. “You guys went all out, huh?”
Suddenly, a bitter laugh was let out over by Bucky. “Peter? The so-called gentleman? Oh, he’s always such a nice guy…” Sarcasm dripped from his voice as a smirk mashed over his face. “Bet the twink only got two pumps in.”
A surge of defiance coursed through you as you decided to go along with the charade. “Actually, Bucky, Peter was amazing,” you said, you tried to keep your voice steady as your heart raced. “Not that it’s any of your business.”
Steve’s face darkened, his haw tensed as his eyes blazed with barely controlled anger. He didn’t say anything but his protective instinct was evident. The furious look on his face spoke volumes.
Bucky’s smirk faltered before he made another sarcastic comment. “Well, I’m glad you had your fairy tale moment,” he muttered, standing up and wandering over to the kitchen.
“Oh, it was magical…” you trailed off, “I just, I couldn’t take it all… if you know what I mean.”
His smirk returned, though it was colder this time and his eyes darkened. “Sure, we all know Peter’s got that ‘magic touch’.” Opening the fridge, he rummaged through its contents searching for another beer. His eyes landed on a six-pack of canned cherry cola, pulling it out, he turned to face you.
“Cans?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “You hate it canned. What’s it doing in your fridge?”
A pang of guilt dawned over you, knowing Peter had bought it for you without knowing you only liked it from glass bottles. “Peter bought me it,” you replied nonchalantly. “It was a nice gesture.”
His grip tightened on the can, and his knuckles whitened. “Of course he did,” he muttered, putting the cola back and grabbing his beer.
Natasha and Wanda exchanged glances, and their joking demeanor shifted to one of concern as they noticed the growing tension in the apartment. Sam, still chuckled to himself at the dining table while stuffing his face with the cake. Steve, remained silent, his jaw clenched and his eyes fixed on you– A storm brewing behind them.
As Bucky returned to the living room, he took a long swig of beer before flopping back on the couch. “You know,” he began, his tone laced with sarcasm, “if Peter is so great, maybe he should’ve bought the right cola.”
Anger surged through you as Bucky continued with his jabs. “At least Peter tries to be nice,” you snapped back. “What‘s the matter? Are you only a ‘two-pump’ kinda guy? It’s okay if you are, I’m sure Leah doesn’t mind.”
His smirk turned icy. “Yeah right, I always get my girl to finish.”
An unexpected pang of pain cut deeply into your heart at the use of ‘my girl’. Scoffing you were determined to maintain your facade. “Only once?” you questioned. “Not that it’s a competition, James, but Peter got me to finish three times…”
The tension thickened in the room, his smirk wavered as he tightened his jaw. Steve’s silence was deafening. Standing, his presence commanded the room, and its attention.
“That’s enough!” Steve’s voice cut through the room, booming with a sharp edge, simmering with restrained rage. “Come on, Bucky, we’ve got to go.” His expression left no room for debate as he looked over at Bucky.
With one last glare toward you, Bucky stood, draining his beer before resting the empty bottle on the coffee table. Too consumed with his own emotions, he missed the quiet meow in protest from Alpine.
Steve didn’t say a word as he opened the apartment door, his eyes burnt with anger.
The room was left in an awkward silence, the laughter and teasing from earlier now a distant memory. Clearing her throat, Natasha spoke up trying to lighten the mood. “So, Peter was that good, huh?”
“I wouldn’t know, I couldn’t go through with it,” you admitted quietly, the lie weighing heavily on your chest.
Wanda’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Wait, what? What do you mean?” she asked, concern tinged in her voice.
You sighed. “I didn’t sleep with Peter,” you confessed, your gaze dropped to Alpine as she brushed her head against your leg. “I pretended I did because Bucky was annoying me, but…” You trailed off, unsure of how to explain the mess.
Natasha’s expression softened as she reached over to squeeze your hand, reassuringly. “It’s okay,” she said gently, “he was being a jerk.”
“Hey Wands, where’s this cake from?” Sam’s voice was muffled but cheerful, he startled you as you thought he left with your brother and Bucky. “I want some for the next time I get–”
He paused mid-sentence, noticing the absence of Steve and Bucky. He hastily swallowed the cake in his mouth, his head turned toward where the two had previously been sat. Frosting remained around his lips. “Wait, where’d Steve and Buck go?”
Suppressing a sigh, Natasha and Wanda exchanged a look, realizing Sam had missed the entire drama.
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Christmas Blues
(I got this pic and this idea from @sugarnspice630)
(I'm soo sorry for the 8 month wait, I'll try my best to be active here for this coming year.)
Contains: angst, smut, fluff, female!reader, Mingi is the reader's butler, they have a 2 year age gap + are in their early 20's, the reader's parents are not good people, oral (f and m receiving), cowgirl position, unspoken mutual feelings. Please let me know if I missed anything.
"Y/n, what’s wrong?” Mingi’s voice broke through the silence, soft but concerned. He stood just a few steps away, his posture attentive, his gaze fixed on you.
You hesitated, the words lingering on the tip of your tongue as you debated whether to speak. Finally, you sighed, the weight in your chest too heavy to bear alone.
“It’s just…” you began, your voice trembling slightly. “I always feel lonely, whether my parents are here or not. If anything, it’s easier when they’re gone. But even then, I still feel like I have no one. No one to talk to, no one to confide in.”
You paused, swallowing hard as the familiar ache welled up inside you. “No one to understand me… or care for me,” you finished, your voice barely above a whisper.
Tears pricked your eyes, hot and insistent, as the sadness, hurt, and resentment you had long buried threatened to overflow. Mingi’s expression softened, his brows furrowing with unspoken empathy as he stepped closer.
You quickly blinked the tears away, but Mingi noticed them immediately. His jaw tightened as he remembered all too well the way your so-called “parents” treated you. The name-calling, the gaslighting, the way they excluded you from everything meaningful—all of it played on a loop in his mind. No matter how hard you tried, they made sure you never felt good enough.
It infuriated him, the cruelty they so casually inflicted on you. Yet, he had never confronted them about their twisted behavior. He knew the price of speaking out—anyone who dared to challenge them faced severe repercussions, and the aftermath always fell hardest on you.
Instead, Mingi had resolved to support you in quieter ways. He was always there, offering a comforting presence, doing whatever he could to ease the burden they placed on your shoulders. While he couldn’t protect you from everything, he made it his mission to soften the edges of your pain, even if only for a little while.
“Can I make it better for you, Y/n?” Mingi’s voice was soft, almost hesitant, as he turned to face you.
“You mean…?” Your question hung in the air, a mix of curiosity and caution in your tone.
He stepped closer, his movements deliberate yet uncertain, before finally settling beside you at the kitchen counter. His proximity was comforting, a warm contrast to the chill in your chest.
Mingi’s breath hitched as your fingers brushed against his wrist, putting a still on his nervous movements. The simple touch seemed to freeze him in place, his wide eyes flickering up to meet yours.
“You really want to make it better for me?” you asked, your tone firm yet teasing, testing his resolve.
“Yes,” he replied almost too quickly, his voice, a soft rasp.
“Good,” you murmured, leaning slightly closer. Your thumb lightly traced over his wrist, a subtle but deliberate gesture. You noticed the way he tensed, not out of fear but in anticipation, his gaze unwavering despite the slight pink rising in his cheeks.
“I need you to trust me tonight,” you said, your voice low but not harsh. There was no pressure, only a quiet confidence. “Will you do that?”
He nodded, swallowing hard before he answered. “Yes.”
Your lips curved into a sensual smirk, and you tilted your head, studying him for a moment. “That’s a good boy,” you said softly, your words hitting Mingi like a shockwave, making him blush and lower his head slightly, showcasing vulnerability you haven’t seen before. You lift up his chin, making him look at you. “Just follow my lead. No need to overthink—just listen. Ok?”
“Yes, Miss.” he said again, the word coming easier this time, as if he had been waiting for the chance to let go, to simply trust you and let you have your way with him.
“Good,” you replied, your tone filled with quiet encouragement.
You close the space between you and Mingi as you place your lips on his soft, supple lips, your kiss sending pleasurable chills down his spine.
You pull him closer to you, his body directly against yours, taking him to the living room, decorated with Christmas lights and the beautifully lit-up Christmas tree (all of which you set up by yourself), laying him down on the couch without breaking the kiss.
Mingi lets out needy moans into your mouth from you roaming your hands all over him, taking his suit off, leaving him bare and exposed with his defined, supple chest, his smooth, chiseled abs and his huge, girthy, thick, veiny dick on display, Leaving you in awe and increasingly wet for him.
You slowly take off your glittery red dress, leaving you bare as you get on top of him. Mingi bites his lip and his dick twitches from your naked form, you smirk from how needy he is for you.
Please, Miss,” Mingi pleads. “Please what, babyboy…? Tell me what you want.” Your voice barely above a whisper. Mingi whines from the nickname. “Please sit on my face. I promise I’ll make you feel so good, Miss.” His pleas are like music to your ears and your gushing wet pussy.
“Of course, babyboy.” You sensually climb up on top of Mingi, bringing your hips to his face, where he brings his long tongue out and pulls you down on him, his tongue meeting your clit, making you throw your head and loudly moan as a result.
“Someone’s feeling greedy, huh? I’ll l-let you off the hook with that, since it’s Christmas.” You said in a ragged breath. You let out loud, breathy, sensual moans as Mingi starts eating you out, hungrily sucking on your clit while you ride his face. “OH YES! Th-that’s a good boy. Keep going, ooh you’re doing s-so good, mmm”. Mingi speeds up his pace on your clit, rapidly becoming addicted to your essence as he sucks and licks all around your throbbing bud.
Your erotic, wanton moans, sensual whines and desperate cries fill up the living room as Mingi shoves his tongue inside your sopping wet pussy, reaching your g-spot with ease. “Oh baby please d-don’t stop, I’m so close- OHH MY GOD, Mingi, keep g-going, you’re being s-so good for me, HAAAH.”
Your cries of pleasure goes straight to Mingi’s throbbing dick, he lets out needy whimpers into your aching pussy, sending pleasurable vibrations.
Your legs start shaking as you reach further and further to the edge with the knot in your stomach growing tighter, ready to snap. “OH MY GOD MINGI, I’M CUMMING, I’M CUMMING” You cry out his name as you cum all over his face. Mingi licks, sucks your pulsating pussy and his face clean of your cum, moaning from your taste. “Miss, you taste so fucking good, even better than I imagined.”
“Oh really, baby?” He eagerly nods his head. “That’s good. You were so good for me, babyboy, let me reward you for that.” You say as you go down on him to suck his dick. Mingi loudly moans as you slowly lick his cock from the bottom to his tip and take him all inside your mouth. His moans instantly turn into needy cries and whimpers from you deepthroating him and squeezing his balls, all at a rapid pace.
Mingi throws his head back and uncontrollably becomes a whimpering, crying mess as you go even faster in deepthroating him and squeezing his balls.
His legs start shaking as he draws closer and closer to his sweet release. “Miss, please!!!” He cried out as he stopped you by pushing your head back a bit and grabbing your hand.
You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, “I-I wanna cum inside you, Mommy.” Mingi confirms your question before you could ask it. You initially widen your eyes before forming a lustful, menacing smirk at what Mingi called you, which sends shivers down his spine.
Call me that again, babyboy.” You ordered in a soft, seductive tone which makes Mingi even more desperate for you. “M-Mommy” Mingi whined.
“Good boy” You praised. “Now tell me what you want, babyboy.” “Mommy please, ride me. I need you so bad right now, I’m going insane.” Mingi shamelessly begged you, with tears of desperation in his eyes, in which you darkly chuckle.
“Such a greedy, desperate boy for me, baby. Alright, lay back on the couch” You command, with a soft, sensual tone as you get on top. Both you and Mingi moan loudly as you slide down on Mingi’s huge, girthy, smooth dick, dripping all over him as you feel every inch, every vein of him.
You start bouncing on him at a moderate pace, unabashedly moaning at how unbelievably pleasurably he feels. “Mommy please, go f-faster, I can’t take it.” Mingi pleads, tightly grabbing your hips. You immediately go faster on him, no longer containing how needy you are for him too. Sounds of wet skin slapping, your loud moans and his shameless whimpers fill up the room.
“Oh f-fuck, you feel so fucking good, darling. Ooh, we should’ve done this earlier.” You moaned, Mingi frantically nodded in agreement, losing all his senses from the overwhelming pleasure.
Your bounces quickly turn into slams as you’re so close to your much-needed release, along with Mingi. Your moans instantly turn into high-pitched whimpers as Mingi’s turn into soft sobs with tears of white hot pleasure running down his face, the erotic sight making you go feral.
You go even faster in your pace, beyond desperate to make the both of you cum. “Baby, I-I’m gonna do a c-countdown from 10 a-and y-you’re gonna c-cum for me a-after that. Understand?” Mingi desperately nods, feeling like he would die if he doesn’t cum inside you.
You take on an inhumane, animalistic pace, making you scream and Mingi loudly sob. “T-Ten” you cried out. Mingi pulls you closer to him, feeling the sweat between you both. “Nine” you whimpered, rolling your hips, making Mingi’s eyes roll back into his skull. “E-Eight.” You sighed, tears of blinding pleasure prickling in your eyes. “S-Seven.” You feel the world around you disappear as you go even faster than ever before. “Ooh, six” you quietly sob, with tears threatening to spill while Mingi, a tearful mess, barely holds on. “F-five” you whimpered with gritted, being so excruciatingly close to your release. “Four” you let a whiny moan as Mingi begs you to relieve him of this torture. “I know baby boy, I know. “T-three.” You let a needy sob as you drench Mingi with your pre-cum. “Two-” “Mommy please l-let me c-cum, I c-can’t t-take this anymore, th-this is t-torture” Mingi frantically pleads, with tears flooding his face. “Yes Mingi, I know- OHH, ONE. BABY CUM, WITH ME, NOW.”
You and Mingi let out shameless sobs and strangled cries, your vision going white as you both flood each other with your cum and squirt, shaking, shivering and trembling in each other’s arms, trying to catch your breath.
“Oh my God, that’s the….best night I ever had.” You threw your head back as you laughed your heart out. “Same.” Mingi joins into laughing with you, holding and caressing your body.
After a few minutes, Mingi carried you up bridal style to the shower, you both got freshened up plus cleaned the living couch of all sweat, cum, squirt and laid down after it dried.
As the night deepened, the once-lonely mansion felt alive with a warmth you hadn’t experienced in years. Mingi sat beside you, his presence a steady comfort. The conversation had shifted to lighter topics, his quiet humor drawing smiles from you, breaking through the weight of the evening.
Mingi,” you said softly, your voice cutting through the lull in conversation. “Thank you.”
He turned to you, his expression tinged with surprise. “For what?”
“For being here. For… everything,” you admitted, a vulnerability in your tone that you rarely let anyone see.
His gaze softened, and for a moment, he hesitated, as though weighing his next words carefully. “You don’t have to thank me, Y/n. I’ll always be here for you.”
The sincerity in his voice struck a chord deep within you. You reached out, your fingers brushing against his. The touch lingered, neither of you pulling away.
“You’ve made this Christmas a lot better than I thought it would be,” you said, your lips curving into a gentle smile.
Mingi’s cheeks flushed slightly, but he smiled back. “I’m glad,” he said simply, but the emotion behind the words spoke volumes.
The fire crackled softly in the background as the silence between you stretched, comfortable and full of unspoken promises as you both held each other. For the first time in years, you felt something you hadn’t thought was possible—hope.
And as Mingi stayed by your side, his loyalty and warmth unwavering, you realized you weren’t as alone as you thought.
You don’t know what is to come in this affair. All you know is that you found the best thing you ever had in your life and you’re not allowing anything nor anyone to ruin that for you.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you and all of your loved ones!!!💋💋💋💋💋
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[ aftermath ] t. zegras
paring : Trevor Zegras x fem!reader
summary : (Y/N) helps Trevor deal with Jamie leaving and breaking his ankle all in 24 hours
warning(s) : injury, some angst
author’s note : it’s me. hi. i’m the problem, it’s me
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She definitely believes in the snowball effect after the last 24 hours of her life. It’s one of the reasons why she’s currently on a flight in the middle of the night to Raleigh to meet her boyfriend’s hockey team at their hotel.
Both her life and Trevor’s life have changed so much in 24 hours. Trevor left with the Ducks for their road trip expecting to have a fun trip. His best friend was finally 21 and could enjoy all that Nashville had to offer.
Then Jamie got the call that no player ever really wants to get from their general manager.
Hours later, he was on a flight to Philly and leaving the Ducks and a distraught Trevor behind in Tennessee.
She should’ve gotten on a plane then and there. Instead, she tempted fate.
The next day was Trevor’s 200th career NHL game, and he had to play it without his best friend on the ice with him. (Y/N) happily watched from their apartment in Anaheim.
Until Trevor went down along the boards after 3 shifts and two minutes total on the ice. She was on her feet as she watched her boyfriend get helped down the tunnel. He wasn’t putting any pressure on his left leg as the trainers helped him.
She blew up his phone with texts and calls until one in the morning California time. He never replied. Then she texted Mason and asked where the Ducks were staying in Raleigh. She booked a flight and asked Mason to get Trevor’s room number when they got there.
Luckily there was a nonstop flight to Raleigh that left from LAX at three that she just barely made. She packed a duffel bag and ran out the door to catch the flight.
After nearly five hours in the air and multiple timezone changes, (Y/N) lands in North Carolina. She left at three in the morning and landed at eleven in the morning. Mason’s text with Trevor’s room number and a he’s cranky comes through as she grabs her duffel from baggage claim.
Honestly, she should’ve gotten on a flight as soon as Trevor told her that Jamie got traded. This is what happens when you tempt fate.
She orders an Uber from the airport to the hotel where Trevor is staying with the Ducks.
Why he traveled with them after getting hurt is beyond her. Maybe it isn’t a long term injury and it’s just a sprain.
Either way, she’s about to find out.
After a ten minute debate with herself, she lightly knocks on Trevor’s door.
It’s a second before the door opens. As soon as it swings open though, her heart breaks at the sight behind it.
Trevor stands on crutches with his ankle wrapped. His eyes are red and puffy and it looks like he hasn’t slept a wink in two days. Honestly, he probably hasn’t.
"Trev," she pouts.
He shakes his head and quickly spins to walk back into the room. She follows him and lets the door shut behind her. "I don't want you here, (Y/N)," he tells her. The voice crack tells her all she needs to know. He does actually need her here.
"I don't care," she replies. "I'm here anyway." Trevor leans the crutches against the middle table and sits on the bed. "You haven't exactly had the best few days so I came to make sure you're okay."
"I'm not fucking okay!" Trevor shouts at her before rubbing his face and running his fingers through his hair to compose himself. "My best friend plays across the damn country now after getting traded out of nowhere and I might have just broken my damn ankle in a milestone game. I'm going to be out for like two months again."
(Y/N) crouches down in front of him and puts her hands on his knees. "I'm sorry, baby," she softly says. "I can't even begin to imagine how you feel right now. I know Jamie's in Philly right now and I know you won't talk to anyone else about how you feel so that's why I'm here. I don't want you to bottle up your feelings."
"It just sucks," Trevor says, voice shaky. "Everything's changing and I don't like it. I'm probably going to have to go to Jamie's and pack his apartment so I can send his stuff to him, especially now that I'm out and won't be able to do anything."
She gets up and sits next to her boyfriend. She grabs one of his hands and holds it on her lap. She rubs the back of her hand with her thumb. Trevor leans over and drops his head to her shoulder. She wraps an arm around his shoulders and plays with his hair.
"I'm here," she whispers. "I don't care if you don't want me here. I'll always be here."
"I know," Trevor replies. "I'm sorry for yelling at you. I'm just frustrated and confused and in pain."
(Y/N) kisses his temple and buries her face in his hair. "It's okay," she says. "You're feeling a lot right now so I don't blame you for anything you say right now. Just know that I'll be here the entire time. As for Jamie, you know he's a phone call away whenever you wanna talk to him. He'll answer every single time you call him."
He nods. "Yeah," he mumbles. "Can we lay down until I meet with the doctor?"
"Of course," she replies. "Whatever you wanna do. What time do you meet with the doctor?"
"Three," Trevor tells her as he gets comfortable. Well, as comfortable as he can since he's hurt. "I have to leave at two."
That's enough time for both of them to take a two hour nap.
She sets her alarm for 1:30 then settles in next to him. She wraps a leg around his waist and rests her head on his forehead while he wraps an arm around her shoulders.
"Thank you for coming," Trevor whispers, his voice tired. "You didn't have to."
"I wanted to," she assures him. "Close your eyes for a bit. I'll wake you up when it's time to leave."
He nods and within seconds, his breathing evens out. She smiles and falls asleep herself knowing that Trevor is finally getting some rest.
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A kick isn't too much in the circus? That's fair, that's fair. I suppose if Pomni was kicked, her silly cartoon body would just absorb it like ballistic jelly. So how would post influence Ragatha react if Pomni ABSTRACTED. let's go from minor incident to soul crushing incident. Preferably I gotta know how she'd react mid abstraction. During the abstraction. And when she's In the celler.
Mid Abstraction: As Pomnis actively spiraling out of her mind and her body begins glitching. What does the sad doll do?
During the Abstraction: UH OH your crush has turned into a giant multi eyed monster, Ragatha. Are you going to blame yourself or try and do something about it??
In the celler: Whelp there goes your girlfriend. In a deep dark pit of despair for eternity. I wonder if she's fully aware of her surroundings. Must be like hell to be sitting in a dark pit full of monsters with nothing to do. But I'm sure Ragatha will just move on. Maybe the next newbie who shows up will also be a cute jester girl? Or maybe she'll be dead inside forever. Who knows really. Well besides YOU ya puppet master.
i can't stop giggling . i Very much appreciate this essay dropped in my ask anon it just makes me giggle how we're going to think up of angst for the supposed ' comfort ' portion of the au to pay off all the hurt that's done prior . might as well answer this while working on the next pages
if there's one Noticeable difference between ragatha and her post-influence self , it's that she's more ... proactive , to put it ? do not be fooled by her sad puppy aura , she's in the mode of wanting to Repent for her sins ! which means she'll do Anything to be there for her friends , even if it means she'll go on another fucking Coma while doing so .
atoning with her Life basically
mid and during abstraction , ragatha still suffers from a debilitating condition doctors call Cringefail Syndrome , where she still tries to see the light in a situation because what the fuck else is she going to do . so of course she's going to think that she could possibly reverse pomni's abstraction if she tries hard enough .
it's up for debate whether this is going to be successful or not . but hey . i'm sure it'll be fun to imagine ragatha trying to pull pomni out of a mental breakdown without having to speak .
as for the aftermath , it really depends . if this is around the period where ragatha's still trying to ease back into Everything and repairing her bonds with everyone - the first years basically - all of that progress will be snapped away in an instant . around that time , she's hugely depending on pomni emotionally because she's the only thing keeping ragatha from Completely Fucking Losing It . taking away her only anchor will make the entire ship sink down
around the period where everything's fine now and the circus's back together i guess , um ... It'll still be Very bad but it's not the end of the world . ragatha has her friends to support her through it . i mean , kinger coped well with losing his wife , so maybe ragatha could do so too ... even though she and pomni never married . and they're probably awkward about saying they're girlfriends . so they just say they're close frien
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Can you recommend three history books that you couldn't put down and would be good xmas gifts for a history nut? Doesn't need to be presidents just any history.
I could spend the entire holiday season debating which books to suggest, so I'm just going with the first three books that came to my mind when I considered which books I'd choose if I could magically read them for the very first time again. Anyone would has been following me for a while will have heard me recommend these before because they are among the very best books I've ever read:
•Crucible: The Long End of the Great War and the Birth of a New World, 1917-1924 by Charles Emmerson (BOOK | KINDLE | AUDIO) It's difficult to describe this book in a way that illustrates how incredibly interesting and original it is. It's a look at the world as it came out of World War I and slowly tried to repair itself in the Great War's aftermath. But during that period, various personalities start appearing in the story like characters in a gripping novel. Those people end up being many of the leading figures of World War II and that becomes apparent as you read the book, as does the fact that the tense state that the world was in at the time wasn't a time of peace and reconstruction, but an incubation period for what would become an even more horrific world war that was the deadliest military conflict in the history of our species. Those leading characters in Crucible drive the story, not so much because of how extraordinary they became but because of how ordinary they were when they started. Emmerson tells these stories in an extremely creative way, and it makes the 739-page book fly by despite the fact that you will NOT want it to end. Without hesitation, I can confidently say that Crucible (which was published in 2019) is the single best book I've read in the past ten years.
•Rise and Kill First: The Secret History of Israel's Targeted Assassinations by Ronen Bergman (BOOK | KINDLE | AUDIO) This doesn't mean that I'm giving my stamp of approval to Israel's long history of targeted assassinations and daring special operations. But this book is an excellent example of top-notch investigative reporting and war journalism by Ronen Bergman, who is still an immensely talented correspondent for the New York Times with deep connections throughout the Middle East. Some of the military and intelligence operations described in this book with shocking detail are absolutely mind-blowing and would seem too far-fetched if you saw them in a movie. Bergman's book gives the reader the perspective of being embedded with forces as they undertake these ridiculously dangerous missions.
•Raven Rock: The Story of the U.S. Government's Secret Plan to Save Itself -- While the Rest of Us Die by Garrett M. Graff (BOOK | KINDLE | AUDIO) Speaking of journalists with remarkable connections, in Raven Rock Garrett Graff reveals aspects of the blueprints for America's continuity of government planning that have never been fully detailed. Beginning in the early days of the Cold War, Graff takes us through the creation of top-secret plans to keep the government functioning in case of all sorts of Doomsday scenarios. It's incredible to learn what would be prioritized (and how anything would still function) and where surviving members of the government (or their designated alternates -- which is an even crazier revelation) would run what was left of the United States in case of massive attacks that might decapitate vast sections of federal, state, or local governments. What should seem somewhat reassuring -- the fact that the government would continue to function and serve survivors, no matter what -- is frightening when Graff reveals systems that raise far more questions than it delivers answers. It even raises questions about aspects of the shadow federal government that existed during the Cold War (just in case). In some ways and for many reasons, the book is actually pretty frightening. (You'll probably start worrying about the records the U.S. Postal Service keeps about you considering all of the potential uses the government considered using it for in case of a widespread nuclear attack with massive numbers of casualties.) But it's also incredibly interesting and full of amazing details about secrets that I guarantee you'll want to share with people after you read the book. Raven Rock is right behind Crucible when it comes to the very best books of the past decade.
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Ok coming off anon because I'm trying to conquer the constant social anxiety lmao (same person who sent you Longass Thoughts on Natlan AQ) - SO YEAH personally I like Ei's character but foaming a bit at the mouth because I feel like my favorite parts of her character (namely she was NOT ready to be the archon when makoto kicked the bucket, she's got that good ol' warrior-weapon mindset knocking around in there- having her actually confront the ugly truth of the consequences of her actions was such a missed opportunity. it would've been SO good to see her actually get confronted personally without any sugarcoating. i think her learning to be less of a shitty archon would've been so much better then)
also like. im sure there were a lot of ways to improve Inazuma's story but personally i thought it would've been cooler if kokomi was a bit more. morally grey lmao. like willing to do not-so-nice things to fight god because that's what they're doing. mortals attempting to defy the god that holds dominion over their land (bc the electro archon isn't really Watatsumi's god specifically!! bc uh lmao ei killed him lol)
but yea for real in natlan every "serious problem" was severely undercut by "actually it's all good now" like "kachina is totally fine after being chased by the abyss in the afterlife, she was protected by the wayob so it's all good and she's also mentally ok" and it's like what. what are you talking about.
AND THE ARchON thing i feel like im the only one who has a gripe. tbf the story is not done yet BUT MY QUESTION IS CELESTIA ALLOWED A HUMAN (MULTIPLE EVEN) TO ASCend to the divine throne???? Like what??? IT feels like it runs counter to everything-
and like uh feels like we got really really far away from like. when you talk about the archon war in liyue it was a literal bloodbath. sacrifices upon sacrifices were made, the modern day liyue was built upon the corpses of friend and foe alike because there was no other choice. you couldn't abstain, you would die.
but in natlan???? no gods??? what???? im just losing it more than a bit over here that natlan is trying simultaneously to be a grim land of constant war but also sunshine friendship and rainbows.
at this point im prepared to be disappointed and just crossing my fingers the good writing comes back for snezhnaya's AQ bc if they fuck up snezhnaya i will literally never forgive them
Its all good man, youre so welcome to debate and talk off anon, we may disagree but never hate.
Im putting all my ramblings under cut since its gonna be as equally long and spoilery hdjsnsn
About Ei
I completely forgot about how Ei was originally a kagemusha, a weapon for her sister, her sister did all the archon work while Ei simply stood by her side. Its makes perfect sense that after the death of her sister, she would make very bad not thought out decisions and because she is an archon now, those bad decisions has really really bad aftermaths.
I personally do not have any gripes about her being basically clueless about the outside world. Grief manifests in different ways and locking yourself away and justifying it as a twisted way to gain enlightment of eternity the way your sister did, it can make sense. It is a consequence!! She is clueless of how to be an archon and what is going on in her nation, her SQ could have been used to show her trying to understand and emphatize with her people to be a better archon. NOT A REASON TO MAKE HER AN uwu sad defenseless waifu cant cook and doesnt know anything. Brother she fucking killed people and almost destroyed her nation.
About Kokomi
I like the idea of morally grey kokomi actually. It makes alot of sense. Kokomi and the watatsumi people might have some vishap descendance but they are still humans, even less so with visions. Theyre also lacking the supplies and expertise needed to continue a war with an entire nation and its archon. It would make sense that she would accept the fatuis help since they share the sentiment of 'getting to inazuma and its archon'.
But it was shown she wasnt even aware who the anonymous donor is, hell she wasnt aware people where using delusions until people starts dying. And for a girl who wrote an entire guide book with 100 different alternate plans, HOW DO YOU NOT SEE THIS COMING...............
About Natlan's system
Yeah they really brushed off the dying part and potentially being stuck in genshin limbo if you dont get out in time too casually. The tiny child you retrieved from limbo also is... very chill and not mentally scarred or anything, she wasnt putting up a brave face, she was simply unaffected?????? One on kachina's voiceovers is gonna talk about her death but im not friendship 4 with her yet. I hope it explains SOMETHING.
Yeah the first time i heard that the archon was human and has been replaced multiple times had me gawking too, i can excuse that Celestia has been strangely inactive FOR NOW.
I wanted to bring up how the hydro archon throne being broken and Neuvi regaining his sovernity didnt even call Celestia to action but GUESS WHAT??? I DONT KNOW IF NATLAN HAPPENED BEFORE OR AFTER FONTAINE BECAUSE THEY DECIDE TO LOWER THE REQUIREMENTS TO DO NATLAN AQ!!!!!!! But well if it happened after (since Neuvis end dialogue told us to go to Natlan next), well... Celestia isnt called either so theyve just been inactive for 500 years of Natlans weird system ig.
About the """Nation of War"""
Yeah man. Sacrifices and war was dealt better in liyue. Same as Natlan, it is a nation built of war. There was war in the past, sacrifices were made to built the liyue we know now. But the sacrifices in liyue was not brushed off or belittled, those sacrifices had meaning and the people of liyue hold very high regards for the fallen. In Natlan? Its treated like some sort of sick hunger games event, they made war into entertainment.
Oh but they need the tournaments to keep the natlan fire alive. THEN RUN A SEPERATE FUCKING TOURNEY?????? MAKE EVERYONE WHO HAS AN ANCIENT NAME HAVE PROPER TRAINING AND GO TO WAR IN ARMIES PROPER???? THIS SHIT DOESNT NEED TO BE ENTERTAINMENT AND YET YOU DID. Maybe the flames are small BECAUSE YOU PICK ONLY 5 PEOPLE EVERYTIME WHEN THERES LITERALLY NO REASON VETERANS LIKE KINICH AND MUALANI TO SIT IT OUT JUST BECAUSE THEY LOST.
Oh but the ode of resurrection only works on limited people THEN SEND OUT THE BEST PEOPLE THEN???????? MUALANI, A 3 TIMES VETERAN, LOST TO KACHINA. CLEARLY THE TOURNEYS ARENT RELIABLE TO PICK WHO TO SEND.
While i can understand that while Liyue is past war and Natlan is still in war, this is... not how people in war act. The entertainment the happiness the hospitality. Its not efforts to keep morale high its literally just... happy people, sometimes they get attacked by abyss monsters yeah cool but otherwise theyre completely happy just living like that. Thats why the Nation of War thing isnt working at all, these people are not how people STILL IN WAR act. Theres no anxiety no uncertainty no worry at all, not even a smidget. These people live like happy prospering people.
You know what happened to people tryna be happy prospering people while still in war in liyue? Havria.
I hope they bring back the high AR requirement for snezhnaya so snezhnaya can be chronologically correct. I hope they take snezhnaya seriously. I hope Natlan atleast wont pull an inazuma and tripped at the very end
NONE OF THAT POWER OF FRIENDSHIP BS EITHER I didnt believe it when mualani fucking knocked it over our heads over and over and over again and its not gonna work now.
#maybe twitter is right and i should turn my brain off and consume product#the only time i was tuning in was when the capitano vs mavuika fight happened#i hope the fatui plot is alot stromger than the actual nation plot actually#lyssten to my rambles#spoilers#genshin spoilers
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I didn't like the dinner scene... Or the progression of Buck's relationship.
Let's talk about it!
I've been lurking and waiting to form my full opinion (away from my buddie mind) and I will compare the two.
I came in the fandom rather late and before season 7 aired. Buddie had been the consensus ship let's say.
I want to talk about these things
Bi buck
Bi buck episode
The aftermath
The rise of tommy
The fall of tommy
Buddie and BuckTommy relationship
The wheel
As a fan and a writer I recently started doing in depth analysis for my favorite TV shows to challenge myself and learn the trade I'm eventually going to work with.
I'll start with my problem/observation with the hamsterwheel --> bucktommy relationship --> separation of Buddie --> differences between the relationship.
First the hamster wheel I truly believed that when he mentioned having to work hard and it being new and different I really expected something special.
Now as a Buddie before this happened I was like OMG its happening. All the way up until the last part of 7x04 (where i promptly blacked all the way out) and that Buck was going to work for Eddie.
In the case of the preview and marketing they did in fact put a beautiful buddie shaped blanket over the whole thing and pulled it away for a new ship.
Now it would make sense some fans would be mad. Most people have an otp. That doesn't change with anything.
Buddie was still very prominent with all the female love intrests so it became confusing to me with the response but I'll get back to that in a minute.
The kiss (which he didn't ask before and it was really sudden / can argue Buck was okay with it cause hot guy duh but still a lil mehh) was quick. It felt very hamster wheel like he's jumping into something new.
Then subsequently in the other episode called you don't know me aka the BUCK!! date where a closeted joke was made (funny in tv but not in real life).
Granted Buck could've handled it better but he literally brain melted. Your straight (?) friend catches you on your literal first date with a man in secluded past of town. Yeah I'm taking myself outside for a sec.
The Evan thing also applies. On screen we haven't gotten a denounc
ement of the name Buck and what it means. I don't know it feels like two separate lives if I think about it.
He's Evan with him but Buck with everyone else (this is very convoluted).
That name thing has been and will continue to be debated. 🤷🏾♀️
The hamster wheel sped up expeditiously when he invited him to his sister's wedding. Right after Eddie stated he is rushing too fast.
(Which Buck also does due to ✨abandonment issues✨)
Then the bachelor party where he didn't dress up.
I know people made real life excuses but the things is I'm a canon more than a fanon person.
(yes buddie isn't canon hypocrisy ik but WAIT)
What I mean by that is that I take what characters say and do at face value. That information forms my opinions of them.
Unfortunately there's been about 7 years and all couple parallels with Buddie so my brain was like yep, that's canon.
When Tommy was being discussed at first (and now) I'm still saying as that he's a blank sheet that the fans who've wanted Buck to be in a loving reciprocal relationship so that's being projected on him.
So that equates to him being a let's say "out of character" personality in the online space.
I said in an episode analysis that Tommy's interested and not invested and I stand by that until the show proves other wise or writes their relationship on a deeper level.
Fanon Tommy's character would've worn a costume, hell they might've been the ones matching.
Because he's that dedicated and invested.
In canon, he didn't even come up with a simple enough reason and just brished it aside.
Now once again the you don't know me and writing wise it's significant that Buck's not acknowledged as Buck, and his lover isn't allowed to call him that. They're cooking something.
Idk what it is or if it's burning or not. But it's cooking regardless.
Deep conversations. Honesty with Eddie.
Tommy. Redirection and minimization. (and a smidgen of jealousy)
I also had some qualms about the sexualization of Buck's character or the minimization or common theme of Buck being used/useful.
They make it a poetic irony that the man who failed to be useful in saving/being savior baby then be used throughout his adult life.
Whether that be a substitute/donor for his older brother, a fantasy or story for some, or a quick fling/easy relationship the writers haven't fully gotten him out of the hamster wheel.
(but they're cooking ik it. Im praying. Im hoping. Please be cooking!!)
The writing of the relationship is failing it. Unless it should be like that.
For the rest of the topics I was talking about the bi buck episode and how much it meant to TV.
As we still know, Hollywood/American TV is a global thermometer let's say and tends to be discussed/acknowledged/distributed worldwide. As a result when certain things are done in the shows it can be a milestone.
I can admit I overlooked some things (as I am an avid hunter of media especially HAPPY! queer stories being told of POC and otherwise) so I can sometimes forget how impactful/important certain things are for the American/world audience to see.
Like henren, a black lesbian couple with a kid! Married! Both incredibly successful in their respective jobs.
Like that alone could be a TV show honestly.
That's why when Bi Buck happened I was happy. (I legitimately blacked out because I didn't see or hear the preview right after 🤣🤣 I was distressed when I came to)
But honestly I am still happy and proud that it happened.
I didn't get the significant of the extent of visibility of having a male (later in life is important!) come out or be acknowledged as bisexual.
Granted in cannon the word hasn't been uttered or expanded on but they head a rough 10 episodes so I'll give em some slack.
But as a viewer and a writer I see how important it is to have it happen and the significance of it through real life stories and anecdotes and for that I am happy for that party of the relationship. 🥺
I won't take that moment away from them. Was it perfect (including all the other stuff afterwards?) No.
But was it necessary and messy and awkward like real life? Absolutely yes and I love it.
This is peak TV I tell you. (I've never blacked out like that to TV before so that was a first🤣)
But on a real note I was excited (and neutral towards Buck and Tommy being together).
I still ride the Buddie ship all start for to the context clues (slutty dangerous barbell scene anyone??) that it may be confusion on his part or at least leaving the door partly open for Buddie.
(it really could be just gauging the audience reaction)
I won't really talk about the second half of Buddie sexual identity because that either deserves it own post and has to be expanded on.
(Eddie i beg. The women of the world DON'T need you right now. Be a beautiful centerpiece. Do not traumatize the women of la no more. Take care of your son. Don't go through treacherous roads. Take the journey elsewhere. I beg!!!)
But on a serious note I noticed the quick turn I would say on the characterization/head canon of Buck's love interest.
I find it interesting that for female counterparts there hasn't been such a response. (I have heard about Buck Taylor riders though)
(this is my inner thoughts. Very hot. 10/10. My soul was pleased. Couple? Awful. Friends? Brilliant. Taylor motives? Nah you can't be round me with all that sneaky stuff)
But her character was the most expanded on.
But with Tommy, most of what's stated about the relationship at the beginning was headcanon.
I think where the shows heading is to show the incompatibility between them.
Tommy's scenes so far have been casual, smooth and easy.
He doesn't mind a quick date. He doesn't want to dress up for the theme. He'll be there but it's not too important to fuss about it.
The deleted scene is avoidant (which may become a character trait about emotions) to deeper conversations. We see this reflected as well when they're at the dinner after Bobby's finally pulled through (and Buck lost his son😭😭 I'm not even on no shipper shit that's his baby😭😭) and he starts to be vulnerable.
I expected it to lean more towards a heartwarming or honest conversation but one again he shuts it down.
What I think they're going to do with his character/have been doing is show that he's avoidant to confrontation.
(i could argue that for his friend he might do more because the Eddie flying things still throws me for a loop in comparison to how they're portraying their relationship)
But I stick by the interested not invested point.
With the little screen time they've had to develop his character they've shown that it's not really endgame they're just incompatible. 🤷🏾♀️
Comparing the Buddie and Tommy relationship the investment/support becomes a bit evident.
Not matching with Tommy. Incompatible.
Matching with Eddie. Compatible.
Deep conversations. Honesty with Eddie.
Tommy. Redirection and minimization. (and a smidgen of jealousy)
Now you can argue (as a writer in gritting my teeth as I type this) if they do go down the route of his love "changed" me, it it's a possibility to write him becoming a better partner through love or sum.
As Buck is very emotional and he can get him to open up be more serious as he sees him taking it seriously.
As a buddie that killed me!!!!! but as a writer i had to speak up.
Anyways... If it goes that route I'll hate it a little. Hare it and like it seesaw kind of (look ik potential when i see it)
The hate part is that once again it'll be uaed/hamster wheel/i have to prove or gain your love or show that you appreciate me.
Like it cause who doesn't like a good you changed me by being yourself?
I'm a hater through and through. 😤
Tommy as a character I was neutral on at first. I'm still lukewarm about the relationship itself but the character is falling into the same old box all love interests get.
Not enough character but more than enough sex.
Regarding Buck's relationship they're always a give and take, Buck ending up being more of a giver (I'm not defending no white man for his mistakes though he do be doing some things side eye worthy).
But because the love interests are just that and not fleshed out characters, they end up not being able to stand on their own and be interesting enough outside of the one off appearances.
With the exception of Karen my love, my sweetness.
But most of Buck and Eddie's love interests can sometimes be reduced to props to move plot along/give character development.
(which as a writer i didn't hate as it's a multi lead drama series but..... If they want a long term partner to be introduced they can write it like Karen)
I can think of many scenarios and ways to actually make the character less off-putting to some.
Examples: more enthusiasm/effort actually being put in (or maybe that's where the statement Buck had to work for it applies? That Buck had to work for his love ??? I'm speculating now), being more straightforward, the jealously not being brought up like twice now.
Sirens are blasting with that one 🚨🚨
(The characters actions being vetoed off screen doesn't help either. It also applies to a lot of problematic things that sweep under the rug. Only the queer characters cheating? Violence against each other? Goading into drinks? Kissing/cheating? Manipulation?.... Eh it's drama but the cheating storylines and the characters it happens to makes me a lil 👀...)
All in all me and my homegirls not pleased.
I ain't been swayed anywhere and the way the wind in this writing ain't blowing nowhere.
#911 abc#eddie diaz#evan buckley#the writing is failing this in the show#or succeeding who knows#911 fox#lgbtqia#tv shows#long post#yap session#911throwbacktuesday#i like to debate#idk if it's obvious#this is a thread of consciousness#buddie#imma wait for season 8 tho 😙😝#I'm invested now#i still ride for my buds
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Masterlist + Requests
(Last updated: 10:45pm - 6/23/24)
Heeeeeellloooo everyone! Curse here, I thought I'd make a masterlist for my fics so they would be easier to find seeing how I plan to make many more fics In the future :3
ALSO! I have an AO3 account if it's easier to read my writing on there. I'm TheCursedAnon on ao3 as well :3
LETS JUST JUMP RIGHT INTO IT--
~REQUESTS ARE NOW OPEN! :3~
I'm operating with 2 fic request slots for now so I can get a feel for them, I can't guarantee they'll be super long because as I've stated previously my muse is a fickle bitch. I'm also not sure how fast I'll be able to get them out because I'm working on my own original non t-word series right now, but I'll do my best! <3
My HC requests are also OPEN, there's no limit on hc's, request as many as you want. :3 also feel free to send me your hc ideas! I love reading them! <3
Guidelines for requests:
I don't write NSFW. I've got nothing against it, It's just not for me lmao.
I don't write other people's OC's. Listen... Y'all, I love OC's, I'll be the first to admit I have a whole like 20 page google doc of OC's from various different fandoms-- but something I've learned over the years is It's really hard to write someone else's OC well, with official characters there's enough content for me to consume to get a feel for them... OC's not so much. :( I'm sorry.
Also, as I'm consuming JJK content, I'm forming a mental list of characters I will not write for... So far there's only a few on the list;
Meimei - I feel like most people will get where I'm coming from with this one. I don't mind writing a few lines of dialogue for her If it's necessary to the plot, but I'm certainly not comfortable making her a lee! or ler!
Toji - Sorry. I actually can't stand this deadbeat father LOL.
Mahito - Seriously, screw this ahole for what he did in Shibuya, I like his design but that's literally IT 😭
I debated putting Kenjaku on the list... but I feel like there are certain scenarios I could make work with him... but just know I don't like him, and he's SORTA on my list lol... depends on the prompt Ig.
Request slot 1: Lee!Yuji, Lers!Nanami, Gojo, Yuta, Choso, Megumi & Todo. (Whoooo boy, Yuji gonna have a busy day XD)
Request slot 2: Empty
~Upcoming Fics~
Lee!Nanami + Ler!Haibara fic - (TW: Mentions of Abuse) Haibara is concerned about Nanami, he's acting really out of character and now he's isolating himself... Haibara makes it his mission to get to the bottom of what's bothering his best friend. (85%)
Lee!Yuji + Lers!Nanami, Gojo, Yuta, Choso, Megumi, Nobara & Todo ~RQ~ - It's Yuji's birthday, what better way to celebrate than by getting the snot tickled out of him by his friends? (Not started)
Amusement park shenanigans pt 3 - Gojo is now raining down hell on EVERYONE. Everyone be catching these wiggling fingers now. (Not started)
Name TBD - The beginning of an AU... :) (2%)
(I'm just now realizing how much comfort I write... LOL)
~Fanfic Masterlist~
1. Amusement Park Shenanigans (Lee!Nanami, Switch!Yuji, Ler!Gojo) - Summary: Gojo decides to take the students to the amusement park, and drags a very unwilling Nanami along with them... after trying to failing to convince Gojo to let him leave, and one too many grumpy remarks from Nanami, Gojo decides to do what Gojo does best... cause absolute chaos. Upload Date: 3/12/24
2. Amusement Park Aftermath (Lee!Gojo, Ler!Nanami, Ler!Megumi) - Summary: Did Gojo seriously think Nanami wasn't gonna get revenge for that little stunt he pulled the other day? Upload Date: 4/5/24
3. Rainy Day (Lee!Yuji, Ler!Nanami) - Summary: Yuji Is super down today, that and he's not been sleeping well due to the nightmares he's been having. His friends, concerned about him go to Nanami with their concerns, and the stoic teacher takes it upon himself to cheer Itadori up. Upload Date: 4/11/24. 🔮NEW🔮
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Reblog if you're okay with receiving asks for backstory info on any/all of your fics -> Hello, this is me asking how you came up with the Sweet Adventure series :D And how much does Hera hate Kallus and Zeb after watching the security feed? Also, FIY, the blanket Kal almost bought still lives rent free in my head *///*
Yoooooo, hi!!!! :D
Okay, so Sweet Adventure is kinda funny, cause I wrote what was supposed to be a spicy oneshot called Sweet Sunshine, involving Zeb and Kallus having their first sexual experience of their relationship.
That story was from Zeb's point of view.
I was debating for a while about trying to write a multi chapter fanfic and I also wanted to try taking one of my stories and writing it from the other person's point of view.
I was also getting some lovely comments on Sweet Sunshine from people saying they wanted to see the aftermath of the story.
It all kinda clicked together and I was like, welp, the silly waffle fic is getting longfic-ed I guess. XD
Decided I was gonna try to put every single random plot line and idea I've had for the guys into this one story, so depending on my motivation levels it might end up pretty long! As of writing this I'm about 700 words into chapter 6.
As far as how Hera feels, she definitely doesn't hate them, but she WILL be mercilessly ribbing them about it for as long as possible, and hopes perhaps they may be a TOUCH more discreet. <3 And NOT block her access to the caf machine. How dare they. >:(
And, uh, yeah. I also still think about the blanket. Especially since @rinrose drew that GLORIOUS picture of Kallus very much enjoying it! That may or may not get brought up again! :D
Thank you so much for the ask!!!!
#kalluzeb#alexsandr kallus#star wars rebels#star wars#kallus#star wars kallus#rebel kallus#garazeb orrelios#sw rebels#star wars fanfiction#swr#zeb#kallus x zeb#zeb orrelios#Sweet Adventure#Asks
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Aftermath
My bid for innocence in Milgramblr.
Or, more accurately, my bid that @good-beans started "Order of Attack". Sure, I sent the ask, but Beans created the concept of Eyepatch Amane.
I maintain that if I truly started it, Amane would have only been a bit scuffed. And here is my original vision as proof. (Uh, it might be tainted by 10 months of writing whump...)
Not proofread, but @stuffedsand and @purgemarchlockdown helped me brainstorm some of the dialogue.
(1089 words)
Wait, it's over a thousand words? It was only 500 words when I went to put the finishing touches!
Oops.
(This is queued for the 4am slot, but I will reblog with a poll once I'm awake.)
(Cw: canon-typical violence, cult mentality, reference to child abuse; Amane is a bad patient; medical information may be inaccurate)
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A collision with the wall. A few whacks to the head. That was all Amane would get for now. That was all fine because she could barely move after that anyway.
The pain was all-consuming, unlike anything Amane had ever experienced before. She had never been this close to losing consciousness. Was she even conscious still?
The glare from Kotoko's eyes still burned in her. Unfathomable malice directed at a subject with no hope of redemption, but also a weak subject who could be tossed aside for later.
All she could do was wait for her proper turn like a good girl.
Kotoko had more pressing matters to deal with, after all. That being Fuuta, who was screaming and kicking for her to stop. No wonder he was first; Kotoko must have thought he needed to learn the lesson faster. But Amane could hardly register what was happening to him, except that it was ten times as brutal as any punishment she had ever faced, and that a similar fate might await her.
But Kotoko did not finish because the door slammed open, and Amane returned to her shell of absolute, utter, intense agony.
Next thing she knew, Kazui was kneeling by her side, guiding her to lie down, asking her things that didn't make sense. Fuuta was lying limply on the floor, covered in blood. Kotoko was gone.
What had Kotoko said? Something about delivering punishments in order?
"Mahiru san…" Amane muttered. "All alone…"
"I know, but I can't leave you two here without anyone else to watch."
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Truly, this pain was nothing. Amane's head was still spinning a day later, and a high-pitched sound rang in her ears. She tried to blink away the morning blurriness, but it refused to give way to clarity. A deep breath triggered the pain of a thousand bruises.
And yet she had gotten off lightly. The others could have died, or so she heard; nobody would give her more details than that.
She had to go see for herself. But the moment she got herself to her feet, she sensed the figure of a certain Kirisaki Shidou looming over her.
"Amane, what do you think you are doing? Go back to sleep." Ugh, how patronizing.
"I need to talk to my friends." She tried to her voice cold and calculated so Shidou wouldn't dare dismiss her, but she couldn't control the shaking.
"They are in no condition to talk. Let them rest. Do not bother them."
"Bother them? Surely they would like to see a friendly face after everything that transpired."
"You need to rest too. You shouldn't be walking around while concussed."
"I can walk around just fine."
"You'll only make your condition worse and slow down your recovery."
Amane glared at Shidou with as much willpower as she could muster. "Are you really going to drag me into your immoral practice? Now?"
In turn, Shidou sighed. "This isn't up for debate. Go back to sleep."
"Let me talk to them." It took all she had not to scream at him.
"You can do that after you rest." The desire to raise their voices seemed mutual.
As Amane opened her mouth to retort, dark spots began to swim in her vision. She wished she had the strength to tell Shidou to back off, but instead, he guided her back down to rest.
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"Let me talk to them," Amane insisted.
"I am not going to let you risk your health over a conversation."
"I have proven that I can sit up for five minutes without falling over."
"I never asked you to do that. Go back and lie down."
"You said they could have died."
That caught Shidou's attention. "Your point is?"
"You are wasting a lot of your effort on me when they clearly need it more."
"Amane, you aren't making sense."
"I need to talk to them. What if they die, and I miss my chance to get closure because I'm resting?"
Not the most logical argument, but it seemed to strike a nerve in Shidou. "Fine. Five minutes with each of them. That's it."
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Mahiru resembled a mummy, or half of one, with all the seemingly fresh bandages wrapped around her. She was well on the way to an early demise. Amane had half a mind to warn her to reject the doctor's evil work, but it seemed those words would fall on deaf ears. She had to make this time count.
"Mahiru-san… I'm sorry."
"Hmm…" Mahiru stirred slightly, eyelids quivering open. "Ama…"
"It's okay… don't push it… I just needed to say… I wish I was there with you. So you would not have to face those trials alone."
"But…" Mahiru pursed her lips, seemingly to say Fuuta's name.
"Fuuta-san was found by Kazui-san. I only wish you weren't alone." Maybe only was the wrong word. Amane leaned forward. "I wish that you won't die soon. I would miss you so much."
It took Mahiru a moment to process, but then she smiled slightly. "Thanks… Amane-chan…"
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Fuuta was lucky that Kazui had intervened. But still, he was missing an eye, and it sounded like he could hardly breathe.
Rumor had it that he could have died if nobody stepped in. They had found Mahiru in critical condition, but they could have found Fuuta dead.
And then what would have become of Amane? No doubt, if left alone with Kotoko, she would have had it the worst. And if she had gone to visit Mahiru instead…
Amane shook away the thought. She only had a few precious moments to speak to Fuuta. He must have noticed her shadow because his good eye was now open and looking wearily at her.
"Fuuta-san, I'm sorry."
"For wh…"
"I was too weak to stop Kotoko-san. I was there in the room, but I couldn't-"
"No…"
What? That caught Amane off guard. Fuuta continued while she tried to find the words again.
"I'm… sorry… couldn't stop her…"
"Oh, no, it wasn't your fault. I-"
"Wasn't… yours… either…"
This conversation was going in circles, and time was slipping away.
"I just hope we can have a real conversation again someday." One that wasn't tainted by pain and suffering.
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Amane tried to ignore the pounding in her head and drift off to sleep. She knew her suffering paled in comparison to Mahiru and Fuuta, but she had never known anything like this before.
She had never been this sleepless before. And yet this trial too would come to pass.
#milgram#amane momose#fuuta kajiyama#kotoko yuzuriha#kazui mukuhara#shidou kirisaki#mahiru shiina#canon typical violence#cw cults#cw child abuse#bad things happen to amane#kyanako writes#milgramblrgram
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I know this sounds kinda weird but I think Lukeabeth would feature some age play? Like a ddlg kinda thing
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yk what fuck it i'll have what anon's having
let me do one of those half-yap half-drabble things for You 🫵
so the...i guess pseudo-incest of lukabeth coinciding with all of the other layers of their relationship is really fucking facinating to me. you have luke feeling almost fatherly towards annabeth in the early demigod diaries days, then she says he's like an older brother to her in tlo...but ofc you also have her crush on him in tlt, and Whatever his death speech was that's gonna be debated about until the end of time.
so how do luke & annabeth feel about each other?
& what if it's all of the above?
so in this scenario you've given me anon, i kinda crafted together an AU in a similar space as my power of neptune lukercy college AU. i'm imagining a percabeth breakup pre-college, though they both go to New Rome Uni, & luke is the resident advisor for percy's dorm (per his sentence of service to the gods for sparing his life, Or Whatever). luke & annabeth meet again, and although it's been years and everything is different, they both have this desperation for things to go back to the way they once were. they find themselves in a bubble of unspoken peace, growing closer than ever before, especially given the aftermath of the war & annabeth's distance from percy. she finds herself in need of an old friend turned...whatever they are.
& luke has good intentions. probably. he probably wants to, at least.
i think at a certain point in something-or-other semester, annabeth & luke have done...some things together. it doesn't even feel like a natural progression to their relationship—it feels like just another piece of the puzzle, just another equal element to all the late-night study dates and in-depth talks. they haven't done all the things—& probably at luke's insistence, too. he wants to be sure that she's making good choices, & although he knows he's Not a good choice, he can't help but give in to how much he wants her sometimes.
luke would probably be very...apologetic in bed, & take his time, using his experience with only annabeth in mind. iykyk 😵💫
& annabeth knows that percy already knows about their relationship. he wants to drown luke in the little tiber, & it's only at annabeth's insistence & an urge for normality that he doesn't.
thalia would probably hunt luke for sport if she knew. so she doesn't.
needless worldbuilding aside, i can picure a day like any other in which annabeth is getting ready to go to lecture. luke is lounging on her bed, catlike, reading a book but not really reading so much as watching annabeth change clothes. she puts on a skirt and one of piper's crop tops, just because she likes to feel cute sometimes. she can feel luke's eyes on her before she meets his gaze in the mirror.
annabeth asks if he has a problem. luke tells her he doesn't want her going out like that.
of course, she laughs. that had to be a bit. she could wear whatever she wanted, anyone's opinions be damned. she tells him as much, and that she ought to cut his tongue out if that was how he was going to speak to her.
luke tells her she likes his tongue too much to do that. annabeth's face flushes, momentarily at a loss for words. touché, castellan.
still, they continue this little disingenuous game of cat & mouse. at one point, annabeth asks something along the lines of "who do you think you are, my dad?"
and this is one dangerous poke at the bubble. if this goes wrong, it could shatter this beautiful space of denial that they've created.
luke just gets to his feet, walking towards annabeth. she backs away, further and further until her back hits the wall. she's not scared. she's curious, and excited. and maybe a little nervous, the edges of her emotion tinted with nausea.
luke stands about a half a foot taller than her. he used to be even taller. annabeth wonders if she misses it, or if she wants to get heels to meet him.
he leans towards her, kissing along her jawline, up to her cheek and down to her lips. he kisses her like he's still dying sometimes, and she's the last of his holy ambrosia.
"i just wanna take care of you, babygirl," luke murmurs. he kisses down her neck, hands roaming to explore annabeth's exposed skin as if he were being allowed to for the first time. "let me take care of you, like 'm s'posed to..."
annabeth's stomach drops. she swallows. luke was supposed to take care of her. he failed. and annabeth had picked up the pieces, taken care of herself for the last seven years. in what world should she give luke another chance?
but she does. goddamnit, she does.
she nods. luke drops to his knees like he's praying for his fucking life, more urgently than he'd ever had for a real diety.
annabeth runs her fingers through luke's hair as he puts his mouth to work. his hair is just as soft as she remembers from when she put bows in it as a kid. it's just as soft as she remembers from when she was nursing him with ambrosia after the war.
she doesn't know when or why exactly the word "daddy" slips from her lips, though it does. it's never something they talked about doing. they probably should have had a conversation about that. but fuck it, right? she never called her own dad that, so it was fair game.
luke's efforts falter, the moment possibly the longest in time before he doubles his efforts. he moans against her, the vibrations spurring her to pull his hair harder, to murmer "daddy" between just about every plead and moan of her own.
and then annabeth's hips jolt, and she's coming so intensely that her stomach hurts. she pants, grasping luke's hair like a lifeline, grinding down on his lips and tongue until she's milked every last drop of her high.
annabeth recollects her thoughts and breath, wishing she could stay in post-orgasm bliss forever. she wishes she didn't have to address what just happened.
luke stands, licking his lips, the sight leaving annabeth a little weak in the knees.
"don't you need to be getting to class?" luke asks hoarsely.
thank the gods. he's giving her an out, some more time before they could no longer hold this dynamic up, & everything would come crashing down.
annabeth nods. "you don't mind that i'm wearing this?" she asks, unsure of why she cares.
luke shrugs. "i just like riling you up, babygirl," he grins, grabbing her ass from under her skirt and over her underwear. "wear what you want. i'm the only one who gets to touch you, anyways."
annabeth's attendance at lecture is essentially useless. she can only think of luke & what it all meant—the word "babygirl" on his lips, and the word "daddy" on her own.
#idk how i'm posting this sober tbh#& right before bed too#but fuck it let's go#lukabeth#luke castellan#tw smut#i've pretty much fucked up my relationship with the maintag right#yeah#annabeth chase#pjo#asks
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Do you ever think about how Li Susu was always supposed to be Tantai Jin's Hou Yi, the one to shoot him down? That everything was already set up all the way from their lives as Sang Jiu and Ming Ye?
Like, I'm pretty sure a lot of people have heard of the story of Hou Yi shooting down nine suns, leaving behind the singular remaining one in the sky. But there's a slightly different iteration to that tale.
According to Classic of Mountains and Seas (山海经), off in the Eastern Sea, there was a divine tree Fu Sang where ten three-legged crows perched. These crows were children of the Eastern Sky God, Di Jun, and every day, each one of them would take turn flying over the sky, and the light that shone from them represented the sun. One day, disobeying their father, all ten crows flew out to play, and their combined light scorched through the earth, leaving a catastrophe in their wake. In an attempt to punish them, Di Jun bestowed upon Hou Yi, known for his skills in archery, a red bow and white arrows so Hou Yi could go and teach his children a lesson. However, these crows refused to listen and dismissed Hou Yi's words, and in a fit of anger, Hou Yi drew his bow and shot down nine crows, sparing just the one that is the Sun everyone sees today.
So yeah.
The three-legged crow being Jing Kingdom's royal totem; Tantai Jin prominently using crows more so than anything else in the show; nine white soul-slaying arrows spikes anyone? :,)
Also, guess who had a red bow, and who else came from the East (Eastern Sea) and also used a bow as a gift?
Miscellaneous:
That last three-legged crow, in some instances, was later known as the Vermilion Bird (朱雀). According to some sources, in Classic of Mountains and Seas, the Vermilion Bird was also referred to as the Mysterious Bird/Black Bird (玄鸟), which is the name to one of the main theme songs of the show.
In the aftermath of that tale, upset by Hou Yi's action, Di Jun exiled both Hou Yi and his wife Heng'e (or Chang'e) from the Heavenly Realm to live as humans in the Mortal Realm. Heng'e is the Goddess of the Moon, and Tantai Jin is also associated with the moon. (Once again, I would like to repeat that Tantai Jin is literally Li Susu's wife.)
The name of divine tree Fu Sang (扶桑) shares the same 'Sang' as the one in Sang Jiu's name: 桑酒. Fu Sang is said to be a tree of life that grows somewhere in the Eastern Sea where the sun rises (flashbacks to Tantai Jin's developing love thread always being depicted as a tree growing out from under a seabed.)
Personal rambling:
It is said that, sometimes, the Phoenix and the Vermilion Bird are mistaken for one another because they both have red feathers and are engulfed in flames. There are also debates about which one of these mythical birds is the superior one, but going off on depictions in the show alone, the Phoenix once belonged in the original line up of the twelve Gods in Shangqing Realm, so the hierarchy is already set there. And idk, it's just another factor that ultimately serves the angle of "she's my better half" from Tantai Jin, because I don't doubt that this will always be his thought process when it comes to Li Susu.
Another thing about people sometimes mixing up the Phoenix and the Vermilion Bird is that it makes me think about the saying of how people in an intimate relationship will eventually start to resemble one another. And also how Tantai Jin did his best to mold the image of Cang Jiumin into what he thought would best fit what Susu must've had in mind for him when she'd switched his Evil Bone for her Immortal Marrow. Because while, yes, it was his own wish to become a better person for her, it was a decision that was deeply rooted in her own wish for him as well.
To that end, Tantai Jin is the mirror that reflects what Li Susu thinks about him. In her life as Ye Xiwu, Li Susu was never able to put down her prejudices against him and the trauma that she had had to go through because of him as the Devil God, so her thoughts about him tended to always go for the worst first and foremost whenever she thought he'd done something bad, and Tantai Jin reflected this. When they spent their time later on as Li Susu and Cang Jiumin together, no matter how short-lived this was, she finally was able to put genuine trust in him and his capacity for goodness, and so he reflected this as well. Like how moonlight is actually the Moon reflecting back the light it's receiving from the Sun, Tantai Jin was also able to burn so brightly toward the end because of Susu, you know? :,)
#till the end of the moon#tteotm#come talk to me about this show it's driving me nuts#i can't believe i actually still have more analyses jfc
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Rule the World
warnings/notes: reader is preggers, Angst to Fluff, ofc ya'll are married but due to who he is ya'll never had a ceremony but still filled the papers in, reader has a panic attack then a mental meltdown, and this starts around the raid, so spoilers ahoy! After much debate, I decided to go w Armless!Overhaul BECAUSE HE NEEDS COMFORT FROM LOSING HIS ARMS LIKE THAT DAMNIT 😭 Kai is a prison inmate, reader has to jump through hoops to gain approval for a conjugal visit in Tartarus(it's freaking Tartarus so I'm taking creative liberty, there's nothing realistic about the process in here you've been warned), but ya'll are stubborn so you keep at it until ya'll finally do 🥺 its ftb like the other fics, and conjugal doesn't necessarily mean purely sexual! let ya'll's imagination go wild 🥺👉👈
~Masterlist~
be his~ be his~
Snacks plated and radio jamming softly in the background, you pad over to your living room, talking to your friend over the phone. “Oooh, boy, are you seeing the news? There’s a story about some big raid on a villain's compound coming on.” they ask as you plop down on your couch, snacks set on the coffee table before you. “Really, now?” you hum taking the remote to turn on the tv, pushing in numbers for the news channel. “Let’s see what’s going on, then.” you speak to your friend. When you look back to the screen after settling in, you see a very familiar place in an aerial view.
‘We're here live at Hassaikai Compound, in the aftermath of a Police raid, search, and rescue. The Police had cooperated with the Hero Sir Nighteye's agency and other heroes brought into the job through the Hero Commission.’
There was a massive hole out front. Your hold on the phone grows lax, you’re heart dropping to your stomach. You knew he had his secrets, that was expected of a yakuza. Even so, you loved him. A year ago, you and him agreed that you were both too busy to have a ceremony, but still filled in to become officially married.
‘The villain Chisaki, Kai, known as Overhaul, and his dangerous goons have been subdued successfully, but at what price?’
You stare on in disbelief, on the edge of your seat.
‘Sir Nighteye has been gravely injured--impaled, I'm hearing by sources-and some students from the infamous 1-A have sustained injuries as well! They've packed these villains up and sent them off for protocol. Hopefully the likes of them end up in Tartarus! We'll be right back after--what?! I'm hearing the security escort on XX Ramp were attacked! We'll have helicopters on scene after the break!’
'I was wondering have you ever been, have you ever been anything other than, other than true, have you? Never been good but I've never been better'
Tears sting at the corners of your eyes as his and your song begins to play. You were looking forward to telling him the news the next time you would meet with him.
They fall when you see the attack happen on the vehicle he was put in from the news helicopter's view, high above.
You see the fire, you see the threatening figures looming over him.
'I was wondering have you ever been anything anything other than you, is that true? We're not gonna be here forever'
A pitiful sound escapes the back of your throat as you lift your hands, digging your fingers into your scalp, as your whole world comes all but crashing down. You open your mouth, a silent wail escaping you.
You were pregnant.
'I don't want to stay here on my own I don't want to let that body go'
Your sobs fill the room as you curl up against the couch, effectively muting the radio playing the other room. The phone and the person on the other side of the line are completely forgotten, the tv droning on and on as you break down.
The following months, you found yourself fighting for your visitation rights.
Even Tartarus allowed visitations, but there was a host of meticulous procedures that had to be done. Things had to be signed, imaging had to be done.
During your stay in the provided accommodation, you'd be treated like an inmate. Everything that happened in Tartarus, stays in Tartarus.
If that's what had to be done to see the man you loved, you were more than willing.
When the suits approved you for a conjugal visit, you were somewhere along in your second trimester. You were elated at the news.
So happy, that the majority of your processing went by in a blur. You were escorted by armed officers, shackles around your wrists and ankles, wearing a special pair of goggles that blocked out your vision.
Your toes curled as you're wheeled through what you assumed were checkpoints; loudspeakers beeping and heavy metallic doors clattering open, one after the other, until you feel a stop.
You knew better than to say anything, impatiently counting down the seconds until you could finally be with him.
Him; your hubby.
Once more, you hear metal clatter off to your side instead of in front of you.
Your man. Just a little bit longer...
You feel yourself being swiveled to the side, as they wheel you inside and stop. They prattle off about everything you already know, and you nod along.
The father of the life inside you. How would he react?
Your heart thuds against your ribcage anxiously as your shackles and goggles are removed and they exit the room. You stare at the armored door in front of you as you hear the one behind you close.
After a few moments, you hear the whirring, which prompts you to stand up and pad as close to the door as you dared. Slowly, it creaked open-and the figure beyond the threshold washes away the last of your patience. "Kai!" you gasp as you run straight towards him, inadvertently plowing into him, overwhelmed by the reunion to tears. He grunts at the contact, giving a soft huff as you keep calling his name, clinging to him.
His name; you'd call out to him, until your last breath.
His armless embrace is awkward at best, yet it does wonders to soothe you. "Kai." you call out once more, soaking up his warmth like a sponge as he deeply inhales your familiar scent.
"Angel." you hear his wavering voice and you look up to him, his sharp amber eyes wet, a small smile playing his lips. You caress his cheeks, thumbing away the tears on his lashes as they flutter closed.
"How's baby, my love?" he asks, and you giggle. Nothing gets past him, you swore. You feel them shift inside you, a soft gasp escaping you. But you can't help but smile wider. "Happy to finally hear Daddy." you say, relishing in his chuckle. You kiss his unkempt stubble, and he places a kiss on your temple.
'I love you's are gently exchanged, along with soft words that bring pleasantly fuzzy warmth and content; this was just the beginning.
You had every intention of enjoying every moment you could with him.
#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#mha#bnha#overhaul x reader#chisaki kai x reader#kai chisaki x reader#songfic#Spotify
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