#Let me read the thing. If I like it? Neat. If I hate it? Oh well; back the fuck out and keep on scrolling for another fic

[keeps-ache]

okay, my plotting

[wayfaringminstrel]

Almost the same for me (re: I'm a fuck around and find out reader). I don't even pay attention much to tags—if I remember correctly, I have to actually click to show the tags since I find them primarily useless (for my reading taste). Now, there's been a handful of times I'll click for certain pairings and also will read tags while browsing. Considering I only have one or two things I dislike with a passion and, if I see them, all I have to do is merely scroll by. In the end it's not worth the effort to block two tags. c':

Often I just dive right in after reading a summary (I straight up even skip titles 99% of the time).

My only "nope" is when the formatting is one, massive paragraph.

Another AO3 thing I’m curious about, how do yall decide if something is good enough to read? Usually I follow a rule of 1 kudos for every 10 hits. One because it’s easy math and two it’s yet to fail me. Thoughts? Do you just go for it and pray it’s good?

[cinnasweetss]

to love and to cherish. | l.hs

genre: smut, very minimal plot, fluff (a pinch.)

characters: husband/dad!heeseung, wife/mom!reader, “uncle”!jake at the end, seung (reader & heeseung’s son)

wc: 2.8k

content below cut. (plz read…or you’ll be v surprised…)

content: established relationship, mentions of pregnancy & marriage, domestication, reader is a stay at home mom, body insecurity, body description, SLIGHTTTT dacryphilia, lactation, love making, tit play, pussy eating, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names (hun, love, baby, etc.), praise, etc etc…

A /N: i’m experimenting in my writing (still tame imo)! this might not be everyone’s cup of tea n that’s ok <3 thanks for reading!!

"dinner looks great, hun." heeseung slides in, slipping a hand around your waist from behind, pressing a kiss to your cheek.  it startles you, whipping your head around to him, soft smile plastered on his face. 

"Didn't hear you come in." you mumble, returning his smile before you continue the dishes. "Got you something." he pulls away, shuffling behind you, "give me a second, hee." you need to finish these dishes tonight. it'll be pain the ass tomorrow if you don't. "Did you put Seung to bed? Told you I wanted to see him, hun." he says, immediately noticing how quiet the house is tonight. lights dimmed, living room picked up and neat instead of the usual plethora of toys. "he got fussy." 

"Baby, come on-"  he nags, only because you have barely looked at him since he stepped in. no 'how was work, honey?' and a cheerful smile like usual. 

"Give me a minute, heeseung!" 

there's a long pause in the air, making you immediately regret raising your voice, dropping the plate in your hand back into the soapy water, "I'm sorry." 

heeseung told you to not let it get like that. he told you to not stress yourself out when you both found out you were pregnant. he knew this would happen. it was inevitable. but you promised him. "Look at me." 

"Oh, hee..." you immediately soften, face falling into your hands once you see the beautiful, huge bouquet of flowers in his hands. he sets the bouquet down on the island, quickly moving to wrap his arms around your crying figure. you quickly accept the embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Why are you crying?" he chuckles, rubbing his hand on your back soothingly. "I'm sorry!" 

"It's okay, love." he pulls you off of him, wiping away your tears. "so pretty." he leans in to kiss you, using his thumbs to wipe the rest of the stray tears. 

Heeseung is so good to you. he always has been. when you met him six years ago, when you married him three years ago, and when you gave him his firstborn a year and a half ago.  his love has been unconditional, unwavering, always consistent. all you could ask for and more. 

"I told you not to stress yourself out. You can ask me for help." he's smiling, despite your continued tears. you feel so awful. "But you're working-" he stops you there, "so are you, love." he knows that being a stay at home mom is a lot, a lot more demanding than his silly little corporate job. "what are you handwashing the dishes for, anyway? we've got a dishwasher." 

"cause, it's a lot to run it..." he sighs, face shifting to a scowl. he hates when you talk about the price of things, bills, anything with money. "It's not, and that's not for you to worry about." it's firm, almost scolding. but you know it's just because of the many times he's had to tell you to not worry about the bills. not that you've seen one in years. 

"Get in bed. I'll finish up." he pulls away then, moving to the sink. you scurry behind him, grabbing a vase to put the flowers in. "Bed, babe. I'll do that too." 

"let me warm up your food-" he doesn't have to say much, turning with a dissatisfied expression across his face as he leans on the counter. "Get upstairs." you know better than to argue after the third time, so, you do as told.

...

he joins you just an hour later, walking in on you fumbling with the baby monitor, making sure it's on and working before you set it on the bedside table. he eyes you, wet hair stuck to your shoulders and neck, saturating the t shirt you have on. 

he grabs your hand, pulling you back to the bathroom. he places you infront of the mirror, reaching for the hair dryer in the cabinet. "Did you even towel dry it? you're soaking." 

"Thought I heard Seung crying..." you mumble, heeseung running a brush through your hair. "That hairdryer- Dyson. it's so expensive. you won't even use it."he grabs a towel, gently drying each lock of your hair, then your neck and shoulders. 

"I do use it!" five times since he got it for you during Christmas. You'd brought it up maybe once, showing him a video on TikTok of some influencer using it. it was probably the millionth video you'd showed him. still, he paid attention. "Sometimes." he agrees, flashing you a playful smile in the mirror. 

"you don't have work to do?" you look at him through the mirror, squeezing the water out of your hair with the towel. "Work? While i'm at home with my wife?" he turns on the hairdryer after, running it over your now damp hair. 

this week he's been coming home without his laptop. spending almost no time in his office downstairs, instead getting into bed with you every night after work. 

you hadn't said it out loud, but he knew you were bothered by sleeping first. sleeping next to an empty space that he only filled from the hours of 1am to 6am. disappearing into his office right after dinner. you continue watching him through the mirror, fond smile on you lips as he finishes. his eyes catch yours, mouthing a playful "what?" before he shifts his eyes back to your hair. 

he turns off the hair dryer, using a brush to smooth out the now dry hair. he guides you out the bathroom, stopping you in front of your shared dresser.

reaching for the bottom of your tee, he pulls it up, only stopping when you step back and push his hands away. "come on, you gotta get out of this. it's wet." 

"I'll do it." "Babe, really." 

you surrender at that, raising your arms so he can lift your shirt above your head and get you a new one. Only he has his gaze locked on yours...trying to remember the last time he was intimate with you. the last time he saw you undressed. you notice his expression change, unfamiliar glint in his eyes. 

had it really been that long? 

"What, hee? you're staring..." you ask worriedly, afraid he might not like what he sees. you damn sure don't look like the woman he married, not after having his child. 

each time you look in the mirror you're reminded, each time you look at your wedding pictures, each time you get naked infront of him, each time you look at your son. 

your arm lays against your chest, holding your breasts as you reach for another shirt. Heeseung's way quicker, grabbing your arm before you can reach it. "Wait."

his lips are on yours seconds later, pulling your body flush against his, trapping you in a very passionate kiss. 

you know what he wants when he kisses you like that. when he pulls you in by your waist and holds your cheek with one hand. when he lifts you up and takes you bed, placing you against the mattress softly. your stomach flutters with excitement, eager to experience a different type of intimacy with him.

he pulls away, pulling at his tie with one hand and letting it fall to the ground, undoing a few buttons of his shirt after.

he connects your lips again as wall as your groins, grinding softly through kisses. it's enough to get you worked up, moaning into the kiss when he gropes at a tit. 

he gives it some love with his mouth too, sucking one and squeezing the other. its enough to stimulate your ducts, breasts tingling as they secrete milk. he purposely squeezes a nipple, milk spilling from the ducts, as you squirm beneath him. his skilled hands force a moan from you, his tongue swirling as he sucks, likely making your other breast leak too. 

his hips rut against yours, grunting at the little bit of friction it gives. he's gotta get out of these slacks, and fast. he pulls his mouth away, kissing down your chest and abdomen, paying special attention to those areas he knows youre insecure about. 

your lower belly that's riddled with stretch marks and hips that look the same from carrying his child. he wouldn't trade you for the world, not when you've given him the best gift on gods earth. a family. 

he pulls your night shorts down with one motion, doing the same with your panties before he spreads your legs. his kisses move to your thighs, stopping when he reaches your core. he moves your hips to the edge of the bed, kneeling before you. "Fuck.." he feels his mouth water just looking, pushing your legs before he dips his head between your thighs. 

six years and every time feels like the first. six years and neither of you can get enough. 

he always takes his time, soft kisses against your pussy to start, soft licks against your clit when he slides his tongue through your folds, huge hands that knead at the flesh of your thighs to stimulate you even more. he gradually moves to sucking, tongue flat against the little bundle of nerves, forcing moan from you.

your eyes flutter closed, sinking further into the mattress as you reach for his hands. 

your fingers intertwine perfectly, much like they did the first time you two met in college. he was sweet then, he's even sweeter now. always, always so compassionate and caring, even more since you've gotten married. 

he watches from between your legs. eyes shut, brows furrowed, mouth agape as you let out the prettiest moans. matching the pretty expression you have. 

he knows you like the back of his hand, sucking your clit just how you like it. your back arching off the bed tells him so. especially when you remove a hand from his, sliding it through his hair instead to swirl your hips. 

"oh, god- hee!"

he can hear your breath quickening. short and shallow through endless curses as your orgasm builds. "fuck, baby, i'm cumming!" it hits you like a truck, heeseung moaning as you cum right on his tongue, nothing else. holding your hips steady so he can eat you through it. through the soft convulsions and quiet moans, hands that grip his and his hair. 

heeseung finally pulls his lips way, rising from the floor with lips coated in your arousal. he doesn't lick them, keeps them wet and moist so he can lean down and kiss you. he's letting you taste yourself as well, sliding his tongue past your lips to give you sloppy, wet kisses. 

you pull at his button up, pulling it from his slacks, moving to remove his belt right after. you pull away from the kiss, pulling at the buttons with frantic hands. "help me, hee..." you mumble, looking up at the man above you. he forces you both up, reaching to unbutton his pants as you work on those damn buttons. 

"take your time, darlin'. Im not going anywhere." he kisses your forehead gently, capturing your lips again once you finish. you push his shirt off his shoulders, only satisfied when you hear it make contact with the wood flooring below. "tell me how you want me." you barely manage to get out between kisses. he doesn't respond for a minute, focusing on kissing you before he makes up his mind. 

"bend over." he pants, catching his breath from the very heated kiss. you do as instructed, turning around to bend over for him. his hands immediately attach to your hips, one hand pressing against the small of your back, guiding you into position. "Arch that back, yeah..." he pulls you back against his dick, hard length sitting right between your ass. he retracts, sliding his length through your folds, coating it in your arousal. 

you can feel him line himself up with your entrance, head of his cock just barely penetrating, pausing before he decides to fully slip inside. a soft cry leaves you,  leaning yourself away from the intrusion that has your walls stretching. "Uh-ah, keep that back arched for me baby." that makes you whine, forcing yourself back into position as he pulls you right back on his cock. "Good girl..." he coos, hand rubbing softly against your back to soothe you, legs already trembling just from him sliding in. 

he takes you painfully slow, pulling half his length out, pushing it back in, in a long drawn out movement. his eyes are stuck right where you suck him back in, despite your little noises that tell him you're struggling with it. he barely has to move his hips, you're pushing back on him likely without even realizing. 

"Fuck," his dick is soaked, coated in your wetness, glistening in the soft light coming from your bedside lamp. He grabs both hips, taking over your soft and cautious movements, replacing them with his own. Still slow, but much deeper, holding your ass to his hips each time he pushes himself back in. 

"Taking it so good, baby." heeseung doesn't know why you're always so caught up in your own thoughts. each time he fucks you like this, you forget all about your silly little insecurities. It's all proof of the woman you are today, anyway. the mother and wife he's built within you. 

"Hee..." you reach a hand back to hold his, heeseung quickly pinning your arm behind your back, hand clasped within yours. His movements increase, throwing his own head back as your body drives him to near madness. you sink further down, hand knitting into the soft fabric of your cream coloured duvet. 

so deep, so big. he's hitting all the right spots, bending over you to reach and grab a tit. he squeezes at the flesh, mouth steady kissing on your shoulder as he fucks you near completion. the both of you. "fuck, baby! harder!" nothing but a word, he happily obliges. he's been waiting for you to say it since he started. "Yeah?" his breaths shallow and short as he fucks into you harder, a loud moan of approval from you forcing a smirk on his lips. "Yes! god, heeseung!" from his lips on your neck, to the way his balls repeatedly slap against your clit, you're already there before you realise. "Like that, yeah, let it out."

you grab at his flexed arms beside you, crying out as you both ride out your orgasm together. Heeseung's hips stutter as cums inside you, sloppy uncoordinated thrusts pushing more waves of pleasure through you. "Shit." He blinks through the haziness coursing through his body, only pulling out when both of your breaths return to normal.

you stay even when heeseung leaves, relaxing your body against the bed. he comes back, turning you back over so he can clean you up, laying next to you right after. 

comfortable silence fills the air, heeseung pulling you into his arms when you snuggle up close. "I love you, hee."

"I love you more, baby." 

...

"Say hi!" you grab your sons arm, waving at the man in the doorway. "My big man! Say hi to uncle Jake." he takes the baby from your arms, bouncing him in his. "Where's your dad, big man? always leaving mommy to do the work, huh?" you move to the kitchen, starting the coffee maker for heeseung.

"Dad is doing laundry." Heeseung emerges, passing Jake the diaper bag. You furrow your brows at that, heeseung hadn't said anything about Jake taking Seung. "Morning." he slips behind you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Seung is-"

"You need a break." he quickly interjects, eyebrows raising when you don't immediately respond. "What? You don't wanna spend some time with me?" it's sly, the way his hand slips under your shirt to grab the soft flesh of your ass.  "I was the only man in your life at one point, you know." he smiles, moving his hand back to a more appropriate position. "Whatever." you laugh, eyes shifting over to Jake who's preoccupied with your son. You slip past heeseung, going to say your goodbyes. "Thanks, Jake. You really-"

Heeseung's familiar hiss of disapproval stops you. Jake simply laughing, "It's all good. My girlfriend wants to see him anyway. she calls it playing 'house'."

"Marry her and have your own, dude." heeseung comes over, kissing his son’s cheek. "Yeah, yeah." he's always dismissive when the topic comes up, but you know he's just waiting on the right time. "I'll take off then." Jake smiles at the both you before he makes his way to the front door. Heeseung pulls you in as you both wave Jake and your son goodbye. 

"Let's have another one." 

[epickiya722]

Okay, I read what I can from the epilogue and I just want to put out that I'm not saying I'm right about anything I say here because it's not an official release and I read from fan translations.

『Also refer to this post and this one!』

So, again, I was right about Ozawa meeting Yuji again and they have a little heart to heart.

Talking about snow, what they're doing in the same place, bit about Shibuya, it was cute.

But the ending of it was more open ended (which isn't something I hate to be honest).

Before anyone goes "Oh, they pulled a MHA 431, it's so homophobic", I get that it might feel that way but... in no way did Yuji express anything romantic to Ozawa, let alone any kind of feelings for her. Like, let's take a step back FOR ONCE and analyze what's up here. Here, take my hand. Come on and follow along with me.

If anything, from his side, he thinks she is a cool girl. However, he still barely knows her and I doubt him if confessed to he would be like "Oh, I like you like that, too, Ozawa! Let's date!" She's, at best, an acquaintance. Someone in passing, someone he did go to middle school with.

So, her epilogue isn't even homophobic. At best, it's once again just Ozawa being all starry eyed over Yuji who doesn't know how she feels.

It's actually sad when you think about it.

In no way is her feelings are mutual. If Yuko was looking for love, Yuji may not be that person for it. I get it, sometimes you'll have feelings for the one person who was nice to you, but that doesn't mean it will be the only person.

Yuko being too busy hung up on Yuji may have missed a person who likes in the way she likes Yuji. What if there was someone else who did pay attention to the way she writes? Who did meet her at some point and got to know her and liked her for who she was?

And if not that, Yuko should have took Yuji's words to heart and realized how great she is and learn to love herself a little more.

The thing about the middle school flashback I feel, isn't just a flashback about her, but also to show the kind of person he is.

It shows that he's attentive and thoughtful. But also that his actions tend to be swayed by other people, even forcefully. Which happens often for Yuji. He told those boys he didn't like anybody and when asked again if he had to choose, he choose someone who he thought was a neat person. Those boys forced Yuji to give another answer despite him saying he didn't like anybody the first time.

If anything, that flashback serves as a more gentle example of who Yuji is contrasting to Rin, another person who knew Yuji when he was a middle schooler (Rin is actually older than Yuji). In Rin's flashback, we see Yuji defend a kid that was being picked on.

Yuji was being attentive, he didn't ignore a kid being bullied. He stepped up and told them to leave him alone and when they didn't and decided to charge at Yuji, he was then forced to act violently. In turn, Rin was left with the impression he had of Yuji, just as Yuko was.

Bringing up the snow bit, it was cute. I liked it! Yuji being compared to snow. But this is not the first time someone has came across Yuji and thought of snow.

What was the incident they bring up this chapter? The Shibuya Incident, right. And who did Yuji have to fight and had cowering by the end of it? Mahito, yes, him. And other than a wolf, what else did Mahito imagine when he became fearful of Yuji? SNOW!

So like with Rin, Mahito's perception of Yuji is opposite of Yuko's. She got to experience a gentle side which she admires. Rin and Mahito got his violent side, which they feared.

With all that being said, even with this epilogue ending the way it did, it doesn't smell "canon" to me. Especially, on Yuji's end of things.

Yuji may have a type of girl he likes, but he is also someone who doesn't express romantic interest in anybody.

While this is Yuko's epilogue, I do feel like she is also just another character to showcase the kind of person Yuji can be. She being present shows a gentle side of him while characters like Rin and Mahito shows his violent side.

And no, again, I don't think this means they're canon. So I beg, certain shippers who like the same ship I do, don't jump on Yuko, Yuji or Akutami for thinking this is some homophobic chapter when the romance between a girl and a boy here once again went nowhere.

It really didn't feel like Akutami-sensei was really trying to make them canon. And given the track record of F/M ships in this series? Yeah... no...

[4pfsukuna]

Enemies to f⭐️cking lover Toji

Ok so ive been thinking about releasing a 3-5 part enemies to lovers(or something along those lines) for toji although i know the most common works on here is one shot smut. Trust smut will be involved… its toji

You used to be an american spy but japan pays nearly tripple. The jobs were quick easy taking 2 days at max. You had climbed the interest ladder for your ability to get things done in a quick and neat fashion with minimal mess and uproar increasing your salary from 4 figures to six in only a couple of months. Unfortunately theres another assasin whos getting in your way and hes the exact opposite of everything you stand for. 

Not only does he not wear a mask to cover his identity, he lets his targets know exactly who he his just so they can have his name as their last thought before death.

Toji fushiguro.

The biggest jackass youve ever met.

This wasnt your typical one sided beef where youd get mad at him and hed flirt no he had beef with the number one assassin who was stealing his target which means his money. It truly grinded his gears and yours when they made you split a salary.

“Might as well go home princess” you hear his raspy voice though princess was said in a derogatory way hes made it clear several times he hated the way you did things. Why be so… clean. Death is death.

“Fuck off pretty boy go back and crawl into whatever shitty little backroom of a laundry mat and return to horse betting” you seethe having done your research on him. Its not like he needed the money for anything important unlike you who wanted it for taking care of responsibilities back home.

This mission had been one of your biggest yet and you did not need to blow your hiding spot nor cover by arguing with his big ass over nothing.

You're grabbed from the crouching position your in and slammed against the brick wall not hard enough to hurt but it does press into your all black outfit.

“You can do whatever research you want on me but you dont fucking know me… you dont know shit.” he snarls lip on his scar stretching further yet you shove him off. “And im not a pretty boy”

“Please youre not the threat you think you are” you scoff attempting to bruise his ego and the way he steps forward lets you know you did but you never let your guard down to your surroundings and youre quick to pull out your gun aiming in his direction.

He chuckles crossing his arms over his broad chest and you may be uninterested but youre not blind to how his compression tee squeezes him in a way thats… satisfactory to the eye.

“Going to shoot me princess? I thought you were too good to get your hands dirty. Squeemish at blood even” he pokes until you release six shots shooting the men slowly approaching that he failed to notice.

“You fucking shot me!” He growls touching the tiny drip of blood from where the bullet grazed the tip of his ear just enough to break skin not cause any definite damage. 

Taking a bow you smirk before making eye contact with him the only gap in your mask being the slot for your eyes.

“Oh sorry about that pretty boy, ill do you a solid and let you tell shiu you got this one all on your own.” you tease knowing his pride wouldn't let him take the credit for something he wouldn’t do. 

“No i don’t want your pity kill” he seethes looking as if he’s ready to throw a tantrum yet you can only smile knowing you won this battle.

“Great more money for me” you grin running past him the location no longer serving you any purpose. It was time to cash in and Shiu didnt stay up past 2am.

Toji grabs your arm stopping you from escaping though before he could speak the faint sound of sirens in the distance growing closer.

“What? You goin’ to hold me here until the cops get here with these other dead bodies how do you think that’s going to look? A big, strong and muscular giant holding a petite young woman like myself” you victimize yourself and you watch the frustration grow in his eyes knowing he has to let you go.

“Its not fucking over” he hisses releasing you with a slight push making your smile grow even wider.

“Great more chances for me to teach a pup like you what not to do” you tease tearing off a piece of his shirt and pressing it to his ear. “Wouldn’t want your blood at a crime scene would we fushiguru”

And youre dissapearing into the darkness of night and he watches your silhouette slip down an alley until he no longer can. 

You may have thought you had the last laugh but he was best friends with Shiu. So when you near you third week of no assignment you figure its time to reach out to the former and see what the issue is. Learning that Toji somehow convinced him you wanted a break you decided it was time to cut your ties temporarily with the man and find a new “project manager”

The next assignment is the most you’ve ever been offered so high in the six digits it’s close to seven and for a simple retreival mission.

So when youre standing surrounded

“Toj

Waking up with a throbbing headache youre confused when you meet the eyes of a spikey haired 5 year old who is playing with a toy truck a black puppy not to far behind. He must feel you stairing since he turns to face you and gives you a toothy grin.

“My dad must like you, he doesnt let us wear hats in the house but let you keep your mask on” he stutters slightly and you reach up feeling the mask

[euhla]

The Language of a Book :: alhaitham

pair : alhaitham x fem!reader

summary : alhaitham couldn't express his feelings directly, so he used another way to express them to you through a book. A book containing scraps of Alhaitham's diary about his feelings for you.

Cw : fluff, confession (alhaitham), slight suggestive?? no plot, ooc (soft) alhaitham, bad grammar

a/n : I also published this on AO3! If you like this, I hope you guys check that out too. English is not my first language so forgive me for any mistakes and let me know. Ty! ୧⁠(⁠＾⁠ ⁠〰⁠ ⁠＾⁠)⁠୨

Alhaitham put a slightly thick book with a brown cover, making you look at Alhaitham with surprise and wonder. "What's this?"

"Don't you see? It is a book." His answer was cold and indifferent, as usual.

"This thick? What kind of book is this? And why did you give it to me?" Alhaitham is silent and looks hesitant to answer your question. He put his hand over his mouth and covered it.

"... Stop talking a lot. Just read it."

"You know? I feel nauseous when I'm going to read a book this thick."

"Thick, you say? Thick? You've got to be kidding me. This book only contains 112 pages. I'm surprised you can still survive at the Akademiya." You were about to protest but stopped when Alhaitham growled and his hands went up and put them behind his neck. It was as if he was trying to hide his face. Oh, shit! He looks so handsome!

You cleared your throat to get your focus back on. After that Alhaitham leaned on a bookshelf close to him. Luckily the bookshelf was strong enough to hold Alhaitham's body from falling.

"Okay..?" you muttered. Your hand slowly opened the first page of the book.

"Okay," Alhaitham replied slowly. His voice, which had been seductive from the start, became even more seductive when he said it.

You glanced at Alhaitham and you realized something— Wait a second! Is Alhaitham blushing?! — you noticed a hint of red in Alhaitham's ears. For the first time, you see Alhaitham looking shy.

That's bad, your heart beats fast when you are about to return to reading the book Alhaitham gave you.

Your eyes widen as soon as you read the neat and beautiful handwritten sentence that you suspect is Alhaitham's handwriting, written at the top; 'A Confession' ?

Surprisingly, you can smell Alhaitham's signature scent on the paper. But you don't hate it at all. Not when it is Alhaitham.

With a feeling of hesitation, you unfold the next sheet which makes you feel a warm feeling like the warmth of summer. You also realize that every page of the book��or even the contents of the entire book—is a scrap of paper put together to make a book. Like recording on paper media.

'06 - 06 - xxxx

I met that girl for the first time, but somehow I felt she was reliable.'

You don't know the meaning of that sentence, but you feel it is a good thing. So your hand reaches for the next sheet and reads it.

'27 - 06 - xxxx

I was assigned to a project with that girl. I hope she's not a burden. '

After reading several pages that contain all of Alhaitham's thoughts about you, your hand stops to open the next page for a moment at the same time as your eyes widen when you read that short sentence that holds a lot of meaning.

'xx - xx - xxxx

It seems that... I like her.'

You immediately understand why the title of the book is called 'A Confession'. You're not that stupid not to understand it.

Quickly, your head shot up to stare at Alhaitham who looked like a boiled crab for the first time. His face was red, but he tried to cover it up using the book he was (pretending to) read.

"What?" Alhaitham asked hoarsely. But his attempts to cover up his flushed face were failed.

Your gaze softens, a warm smile appears on your face. "No."

Slowly you read each page of the book. Gradually, the sentences that Alhaitham wrote, which were short at first, became a little more. A smile doesn't escape your face while reading it, occasionally accompanied by a red face when you read a sweet sentence that warms your heart. Until finally you are at the end of the page of the book.

'Thousands or even more languages in this world cannot describe how much I want to always hold your hand and always be by your side. Also can't describe clearly how much I love you.'

You hear Alhaitham shiver as he takes a quick peek at the last sheet. You laughed at his response, not expecting that an Alhaitham could write a sentence for someone who is being fooled by love like this.

You closed the book, then looked at Alhaitham. Alhaitham put the book he was (pretending to) read all along on the same table where you put the book. "So?" Alhaitham's voice broke the silence that had been created earlier.

"Yes," you answer.

"Yes what?" Alhaitham asked back.

"I like you too." Like magic, Alhaitham's eyes widened in disbelief. His body moved slowly closer to you, his hand slowly grabbed your waist.

"Can I kiss you?" You answered him with a nod.

With that, Alhaitham kissed you. The kiss was sweet and not forced. Taste like cherry, you thought. The taste is also intoxicating and makes you addicted and want more. Like magic, your body moves closer to deepen the kiss.

"Greedy," Alhaitham said in between kisses as soon as he realized your true intentions. You just replied with a chuckle. "But you love me."

Alhaitham smiled as soon as you said it. Once again, he kissed you.

And it's true, Alhaitham is a man fooled by love because of you and only for you.

[threepandas]

Sun Burnt: Part 3

When a legendary hitman Eye Threatens to break both your fucking legs?

They Are Not Joking.

FUCKING OW.

Still! Jokes on HIM! I'm in to that sh-! Wait, no, not the time for memes! Or is it jokes? Irrelevant! I can still fuckin RUN, is the thing. Sucks to SUCK, Sun boy! Us Lightnings are BUILT DIFFERENT!

And I BETTER not hear any snide "yeah I BET they are" from the peanut gallery!

My Flame type ROCKS! I am a TAZER who can put my fist through WALLS. Stand dead center of a road and just? Fuckin TANK a speeding car! Can YOU? Didn't THINK so! Lightning supremacy! One of you fuckers gimme a highfive! HELL YEAH!

But also? Like... I take back EVERYTHING I ever said about the Carcassa.

ALL OF IT.

They are the GEMS of the Mafia. The SHINING HEARTS of raw compassion! Skull-sama's willingness to PERSONALLY piss off The "I AM The Dread God Lesser Deity's Fear" Reborn? An inspiration to us all. I... I would steal for this man. Like? For FREE. Not DIE for him or anything, God no, but? I would steal really REALLY expensive shit for him!

The man's an absolute mad lad. A LEGEND.

I will NEVER forget this... assuming I survive.

Because somehow HE already has my name, face, and multiple alias plastered OUT FOR THE WORLD TO SEE. Ha ha... oh god. Thaaaaat is a bounty. BIG bounty. Lots of zeros. G...gonna die.

My phone chimes.

"You know exactly who this is. Pick up." The screen reads, right before it rings.

HA HA, NOPE!

I stand, well more like shoot to my feet, from my seat on the ground. Quuuuick steps too the blimp windows. Wrench those open. Sim card out! Crush the phone. AND YEET!!! BeGONE DEMOOOON!

We shall NOT be engaging with The Devil today! No Sir!

.....Skull's phone starts ringing.

I whine like a cornered animal. So... this is what a real life horror movie feels like. NEAT. I hate it! I watch, probably shaking, as Skull-sama casually drags out his phone. Glances down at it. Then over his shoulder at me. He doesn't even fully turn his head. Just one Cloud flame purple eye that seems to light up from within.

He's a happy go lucky guy. Cool dude. But like all Clouds? Fucking HATES cages. Being or SEEING other imprisoned. Trapped. Cornered and forced to do something against their will. And as the planet's STRONGEST Cloud?

He's always had exactly zero problems telling Reborn to fuck off to his face. Even when it gets him shot at. Everyone knew that.

"Sempai! Calling the GREAT Skull De Mort just to CHAT~♡? I KNEW you loved me BESTEST!" He PROJECTS into the phone, his speaking cadence shifting.

He'd been gregarious, bombastic even, the whole time I'd been on board. The sort of guy you can't help but want to buy street food with and check out some weird local sight you heard about. The guy that turns an event into a PARTY. A get together into a memory you TREASURE. Larger then life and unashamedly so.

But this? THIS was the SHOWMAN.

And this was the Showman being Obnoxious and MEAN.

Loud, intentionally grating voice. No break in the endless flood of mind numbing chatter that went no where. Bellowing cackling that even the best of speakers would be hard pressed to handle. Standing near machines and windows so the background noise garbled EVERYTHING.

Let no one say Clouds are not PETTY.

"Hmmmmm~? Your WHAT? Sempai! Don't be SILLY! You can't OWN people! That's SLAVERY! It's against~...!" He turned, leaning like a rock star of old against some navigation compartment. Casually examining his nails with a MEAN and wolfish smile on his face. "Waaaaa! Don't be maaad~ Don't be MAAAAAD~!! You know I'd NEVER lie to YOU, Sempai! I'd never DARE! I promise I'll keep a look out, m'kay? What? Don't hang up? Sorry! Can-KRRRRSHK! n't quite KKKKKRRRRRSK! Heeeeear yoooouuuuu~☆!"

Click.

He casually tossed his phone to one of his men. Ignored it even as it rang and rang. With an excited clap of his hand, he hopped up, out of his loose legged splay to stride over. According to him? We should eat! Have I had Burmese food? It's delicious! One of his guys just got "into" the whole cooking thing! So everyone is being supportive!

I can't help but laugh. Everyone politely ignores how wet it is, as Skull-sama throws an arm over my shoulders and drags me from the cockpit.

I know I'm not safe. But for now? Fuck it. Good enough. Maybe Skull-sama knows someplace Reborn might not IMMEDIATELY find me. And who knows? When this all blows over? Maybe I should join up with his crew. Reborn can't be THAT obsessed. Right? It was just the initial harmony high. With no Sky to actually bind us, he'll lose interest.

Behind me... the phone rings.

And rings.

And RINGS.

[tedwardremus]

This Town Is Fake But You're The Real Thing

Written for the August 2024 @jilychallenge

Theme: Celebrity Prompt: “We are in the same franchise but have never had screen time together until now, in season eight, and I think I’m in love with you?! Just like everyone said that I’d be?!” Partner: @chierafied

"Uh-oh," Marlene said, falling into step beside her. "That’s your ‘I’ve-read-the-script-and-hate-every-second-of-it’ face, isn’t it?"

Lily groaned. "You have no idea. They’ve gone and done it, Marls. They’ve put me with him ."

Marlene’s eyes widened. "Wait. With James ? Oh, Merlin. You’re kidding me."

"I wish I was joking. But it's happening—full-blown romantic storyline. The kisses, the longing stares, the whole cringe-worthy package." Lily threw her hands up, her voice thick with sarcasm. "It's the classic ‘opposites attract’ cliché to tie up the series with a neat little bow."

Marlene grimaced in sympathy. "Yikes. How are you feeling about it?"

"Like I want to hex someone into next week," Lily muttered, her tone dark and brooding. "I've managed to steer clear of him for years, and now suddenly we’re supposed to be star-crossed lovers? Why now? Why me?"

Her frustration continued to bubble over, and she couldn’t stop herself from ranting. "He's so spoiled. He's had everything handed to him—fame, adoration, you name it. And now, on top of it all, I’m supposed to fall for him in front of millions of listeners? It’s absurd."

Lily shook her head in disdain, "I hate this industry. It’s so shallow and self-absorbed. Everything is about image, about selling this vapid fantasy to people who eat it up. But once this contract is up, I’m done. I’m going to do something that actually matters, something meaningful. I can't keep wasting my time on this nonsense."

Marlene chuckled, though her sympathy was genuine. “It’s the final season. They want fireworks. And let’s face it—putting you two together is the biggest headline they could ask for."

[starchaseriseverything]

You can’t hold me here, Mother!”

“I am your mother, Regina!” Walburga yells back. “You will listen to me!”

“I can leave any time I want!” Regina yells. “Sirius and Andromeda did! So why can’t I!?”

“You have no one to go to, Regina.” Walburga walks up to her. “Absolutely no one. No one cares about you. Not even I.”

“Fuck you, Mother . I hate you.” She sneers. “I will always hate you. I’m leaving and you can’t stop me.”

Walburga smacks her daughter’s cheek. “I can and will.” Regina holds her cheek and runs up the stairs. She slams her door and locks it so her mother can’t get in. She flops down on her bed and stares at the letter sitting on the desk. She hasn’t read it yet, but she knows if she wants closer, she’ll have to. She stands up and sits down in the chair, gently grabbing the letter and slowly opening it. The first word she reads is, Regulus. Regina takes a shaky inhale and starts reading the whole letter.

Regulus, you can get away. You can run from that house. I did and I made it. You can, too. Andy and Uncle Alphard made it. It’s time for you to get out of there, too, Reggie. And I know mother still calls you by your deadname. That’s not right, Reg. You have been going by Regulus since you were twelve and it’s time you get away from people who still call you Regina. I know James would love to see or even hear about you living your best life, even if it’s not with him.

Either way, just tell me what you’re feeling. If you don’t want to run, that’s fine. You still have me to talk to. But if you do run, Effie and Monty have a room for you and your friends are waiting here for you, too. They wait by the door or even sleep in your room sometimes waiting for you, and even if they don’t admit it, they miss you and want you out of that house just like they got out of theirs. I know they’d be happy if you just ran and didn’t stop running until you decided to call someplace home, even if that wasn’t with them. So, just, please, get out of there and live your best life whether that’s with us or without us, it doesn’t matter, just get out of there.

Love, your brother, Sirius

Regina smiles at the letter and stands up and grabs a suitcase from her closet and starts shoving clothes in it. Which is weird because she’s a neat freak and hates when things are all messy, especially when people just throw stuff, but her brother is right, it’s time she gets out of that house and away from her parents. So, instead of weeping in her room all day, she decided to get out of there, forever.

She runs down the stairs with her suitcase in hand and just runs, runs right out the door and doesn’t stop until she finds someplace hidden. She then pulls out her wand and apparates where she’s been many times, The Potter residence.

She smiles at the door before ringing the doorbell and putting her wand away. An older lady answers the door. “Hello. I don’t think we were expecting anyone today.” She backs up. “Come. Come in.” She then walks to the steps and yells, “Kids! Were you expecting anyone today!?”

“No, Mum!” A boy yells back and Regina closes her eyes, recognizing it immediately, James’s voice.

The older woman hums and turns back to her. “Well, then, what is your name?”

“Regi- Regulus. Regulus Black.”

The woman gasps. “Oh my. Should I call Sirius down? Or Barty? Or any of your other friends?”

Regulus shakes his head. “No. I think I'll surprise them.” Regulus sets his suitcase down by the door. “Just a quick question.”

Effie stops and turns around. “What is it dear?”

“How many of my friends are here? Living here?”

Effie hums and starts counting on her fingers. “Well, there’s Lily, Dorcas, Barty, Pandora, Evan, Sirius, Remus, Emma, Aurora, and my son, James.”

“Why do you let everyone live here?”

“Because it’s the nice thing to do and that’s just how my parents taught me.” Effie chuckles a little. “Well, not this nice, but that’s just how I am and how I raised James to be. Some people don’t have good homes like James does, so they need someplace to live or even stay for a few days and that’s what I give them. A place to stay or one to live. Most choose to live but some, like Peter and Alice and Frank, they choose to stay for the summer or a few days because they have nice homes and would miss their family too much. It’s just what this family does, sweetheart, and I hope you get to be a part of that.”

Regulus smiles. “I hope so too.”

“So, I need to make another bedroom?”

Regulus nods. “Yeah, I’m living.”

***

“My sweet,” Regulus says, lovingly. “We are not having another child.”

“But-”

“Three is enough.”

James sighs and flops down in the chair behind him. “I think we should.” He mumbles.

“No.” Regulus replies, sternly.

“Why can’t we-”

“It’s not your body, now is it?”

James’s face falls and he leans his head on his hand. “You know-”

“No, James.”

“Fine!” James groans. “I won’t put another baby inside you.”

“Good.”

“Guess that means we can never do the fun stuff again.”

Regulus’s head whips up from his book. “What?” James looks to the other side of him. “James,”

“What?” He asks, turning his head back to him. “What is it, love?” Regulus opens his mouth but closes it again. He doesn’t even know what to say to that. James sighs and stands up to stretch. “Well, better get to bed.”

“James, It’s ten.”

“So?”

“AM.”

“So?”

“It’s still morning.”

“So?”

“You just woke up.”

“So?”

“You are not going to bed, James.”

“Are you bossing me around?”

Regulus nods and goes back to his book. “Yep.”

“You said I can't do that.”

“That’s you.”

“So, it’s different when you do it?”

“Yes.”

“How?”

“It just is.”

James hums and walks towards his husband. “Really?” Regulus hears the change in his voice and gulps. Regulus nods back, not being able to get anything out. James takes Regulus’s book and sets it on the stand beside him. When Regulus doesn’t look up, James guides his head up to his. “How is it different?” He whispers.

Regulus gulps again. “It just is.”

James hums and nods. “Yeah?”

Regulus nods. “Yeah.”

“Papa! Daddy!” Euphemia screams, running towards them. James straightens up quickly and looks over to their daughter.

“What, dulce chica?”

“Can we go to the park?” The black-haired girl asks, jumping up and down in excitement.

James looks over to Regulus, he shrugs in return. James looks back to the girl. “Of course. Go tell your brother and sister to get ready.” Mia smiles and runs off, yelling for her siblings. James chuckles and turns back to Regulus. “We can’t ever have any peace, can we?”

Regulus shakes his head at his husband. James leans down and kisses his lips before walking down the hallway to make sure they’re ready in time.

***

Regulus laughs as both him and James lift up their daughter that’s in between them and she squeals. Leo’s walking beside Regulus and holding his other hand while their oldest daughter is walking beside James. Regulus looks in front of them to a woman approaching them. Regulus inhales a breath when he realizes who it is. Walburga.

She glares at the two before looking at the three kids next to them. She bends down in front of the girl in between them and smiles. “Hi.” She says as James tries to hold their daughter back but she just pulls his hand to make him stop. She’s still holding onto her fathers hand when Walburga speaks again. “What’s your name?”

“Euphemia. But Papa and Daddy call me Mia.”

She smiles at the young girl. “Hello, Mia.” She turns to the young boy by Regulus’s side after glaring at the man holding onto his hand still. “What’s your name?”

“Leo.” He mumbles softly.

“Hi, Leo.” Finally, she glares at James then turns to the red-haired girl beside him. “What’s your name?”

Rose holds up her hand in front of her father and he takes it, putting their entwined hands beside them. “Papa said not to talk to strangers.” Rose mumbles.

“But I’m not a stranger.” The older woman says. “Your parents aren’t doing anything to tear you away, are they?” Rose shakes her head. “So, what’s your name?”

“Rose.”

“Nice to meet you, Rose. I’m Walburga, but you can call me Wally.”

“Wally?” Euphemia asks, giggling.

Walburga smiles at the girl.

“Isn’t Wally who grandma always talks about?” Rose asks, looking up to her father. James looks down at her.

“I wouldn’t know. Your grandma doesn’t talk to me about stuff like that.” She looks over to her dad this time. Regulus doesn’t answer, still in shock. Rose turns back to the lady as Mia and Leo laugh. She made them laugh. Regulus thinks. She made my kids laugh.

Regulus snaps out of his daze. “Come on, let’s go to the park.”

“But, I wanna stay.” Leo whines.

“Let’s go see Aunt Lily and Aunt Pandora, then.”

“Eclipse and Luna?” Mia asks, looking up to her dad.

Regulus nods. “And Harry, Lillian, and Lewis.”

Euphemia jumps up and down and pulls her fathers down the sidewalk past Regulus’s mother. Regulus looks back to her as they pass. She smiles at him and turns around to walk away. Regulus turns his head back in front of him. She smiled? What kind of sick bitch smiles?

-

Walburga kept a straight face throughout the whole funeral for her husband. She didn’t cry once because ‘Black’s don’t cry’, at least that’s what her mother always said. So, she hasn’t cried since she was seven. She didn’t want to get crucio’d again. She didn’t even cry when she married Orion, her cousin, when she wanted to marry someone else. They were even talking about their future together when her mother brought up her engagement. Her engagement that was set from the time she was born. The one where she couldn’t get out of it even if she tried. And oh did she try, but her mother always brought her back, time and time again every time.

Euphemia was the love of her life and she couldn’t ever marry her. Ever. So, instead of telling her about the engagement that was set before she was born, she decided to just break it off. And it wasn’t the best way to go about it, either. They had a horrible fight over something she can’t even remember now. Probably something stupid, maybe something important. Walburga couldn’t remember even if she tried.

A few months after their break up in Hogwarts, she was dating a Gryffindor. A Gryffindor that's nice and generous, unlike her, he’s perfect for her. She’s kind and generous and so much more. He doesn’t deserve her and neither did she. After Hogwarts walburga got an invitation to a wedding, one called ‘The Potter Wedding’. Walburga rolls her eyes at the ridiculous name. (Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous) Potter always was like that, one for stupid things. But I guess there’s two Potter’s now. She thinks.

Walburga was surprised by the invitation, not because Effie remembered her, but because she wanted her there. Walburga sighs and slouches in the arm chair, dropping the invitation on the floor as she pulls her hand to her forehead and holds up her head with it.

She can’t go. She never could. She can’t be associated with a blood-traitor, but Salzar does she wish she could. She wishes she cried then, but she didn’t not for years after that. The first time she cried since seven was when Sirius left. It wasn’t because she didn’t want to accept her daughter as the heir, it was because she wishes her daughter went with her son. To get away from this family even though she couldn’t. She was happy one child didn’t turn out like her and she knows her children talked about not turning into her.

She wishes she could’ve stayed with her promise. The one where she promised her brothers to not turn out like their parents, but instead, she did, and so did her youngest brother. The middle brother, though, he got out just like her niece and son. That was the first night she cried over her brother, her niece, her son, and her daughter all in one go.

The second time Walburga cried was when Regina left right after their argument. Their argument that was supposed to be a simple conversation in which Walburga subtly nudged her to leave the house, but turned into a full-blown argument. At least she left. Walburga thought.

So, when Walburga was walking in the park one day and sees someone who looks exactly like her daughter, she realizes her daughter isn’t her daughter, they’re her son. Walburga smiles and about walks away to cry, but sees the smile on her son's face as he lifts up a girl with another man. The little girl laughs and gets set back on the ground. Her son is holding a little boy’s hand and the other man is trying to get the other girl to hold his other hand.

She decides to walk up to them, but doesn’t show her smile. She’s gotten good at that over the years, having to hide her excitement and discomfort. She couldn’t when she was with Effie, though. She always brought out the emotions in her. All of them.

She glares at the two men, not wanting to show them she actually cares and squats down in front of the girl and smiles. “Hi.” She says. “What’s your name?”

“Euphemia. But Papa and Daddy call me Mia.”

Named after her grandmother. Walburga thinks. She smiles again at the young girl. “Hello, Mia.” She turns to the young boy by Regulus’s side after glaring at the man holding onto his hand still. “What’s your name?”

“Leo.” He mumbles softly.

“Hi, Leo.” Finally, she glares at the other man, not wanting to reveal she cares, then turns to the red-haired girl beside him. “What’s your name?”

The red-haired girl reaches her hand up to her fathers to hold hands. He does and puts them at their sides. “Papa said not to talk to strangers.” Rose mumbles.

“But I’m not a stranger.” She is, but her son isn’t doing anything. “Your parents aren’t doing anything to tear you away, are they?” Rose shakes her head. “So, what’s your name?”

“Rose.”

“Nice to meet you, Rose. I’m Walburga, but you can call me Wally.”

“Wally?” Euphemia asks, giggling.

Walburga smiles at the girl.

“Isn’t Wally who grandma always talks about?” Rose asks, looking up to her father. Walburga looks up also. The man looks down at her.

“I wouldn’t know. Your grandma doesn’t talk to me about stuff like that.”

“Mia, Leo.” Their heads go over to her and away from the other conversation. “Why did the scarecrow win an award?” She asks.

“Why?” Leo asks.

“Because he was outstanding in his field.” The two kids laugh at the joke that their grandmother taught her and it’s stayed in her head ever since sixth year.

“Come on, let’s go to the park.” Walburga's son says. Walburga nods and stands up, understanding that he’s trying to get his kids away from her.

“But, I wanna stay.” Leo whines.

“Let’s go see Aunt Lily and Aunt Pandora, then.”

“Eclipse and Luna?” Mia asks, looking up to her dad.

He nods. “And Harry, Lillian, and Lewis.”

Euphemia jumps up and down and pulls her fathers down the sidewalk past her. Walburga sees them walking away and then her son's head turns to her. She smiles at him, hoping he gets the message that she still cares no matter what. She then walks away, not wanting to disturb them anymore than she already has.

She closes her eyes as she leans against her front door, slides down, and sobs on the floor.

[bravo4iscool]

Hey , you can just say Au, where call-off-duty work in an office (more precisely, according to my idea, they get a new job), they come to a new place, they are met by the boss (Reader)

Tall,fem! reader, who is dressed in an office suit(?) (I really don't know what they're wearing), a bright blue shirt with a slightly open fly, a jacket, and a skirt just above the knees (damn,shit what's it called? A pencil skirt? Bro I don't I know, in general, the skirts that office women wear in movies :/)

(König, Soap, Ghost and, and others, you can choose any, honestly it doesn’t matter to me!:)

this is amazing! i really like this request🤭.

and yes they’re called pencil skirt hahaha.

(i hope you can forgive me that i didn’t include könig. i’ve never played him and don’t know much about him, that’s why he isn’t present here😭)

i hope it turned out the way you imagined it :)) (this is all in the same universe btw!!)

tag list: @yazt09 @blackhawkfanatic @bumblebeesfromvenus

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simon “ghost” riley

he didn’t want to take the job. he never was one for office jobs or generally any thing involving sitting and writing.

he didn’t push all the paper work down to poor recruits because he felt like it. he hated paper work with all he had and now he was sitting in a office, in some chic skyscraper, waiting for his new boss to arrive.

damn price for throwing this job at him.

simon was sitting at his desk, playing around with the pen in his hands. he felt so free to already do background checks on all his coworkers but while he searched everything for intel about you—he found nothing. not even a single crumb. that was weird…

and then you walked in. blue blouse, a damn right pencil skirt and your hair pulled into a neat bun. you have a bunch of files under your arm and your phone in the other hand.

you walk straight towards his desk and he doesn’t know what to think. you were so, so—he couldn’t find the words. he’s never met anyone that held themselves the way you did.

you smile at him and plant the files in front of him. “lieutenant riley?” you ask and he nods. “great! john told me you’d be here today. i have this bunch of mission reports that need to be looked at.”

again, simon just nods and grabs the files. “and then?” he finally finds his voice.

“you need to look for any discrepancies. these files are maybe the only change we can win this case,” you explain. “you’ve been in the military for long, haven’t you?”

“yes ma’am.”

you give him a relieved smile and simon feels like he’s been struck by lightning. “then you know what to look for, right?”

“absolutely,” he confirms and nods.

you wipe a strand of hair out of your face. “amazing! let me know if you find anything.” you pat his shoulder and turn to leave. simon wants to start reading already but then you stop. “oh, and lieutenant riley,” you catch his attention. “i’m glad you’re on board for this case.”

simon smiles and gives you a small salute. ‘call me simon,’ he thinks but then you’re already gone.

john “soap” mactavish

“you recommended me to a law firm?” soap raises his eyebrow in a questioning manner. simon nods and crosses his arms in front of his chest.

“‘s the same one i work for,” he tells his best friend with a shrug. “i’m sure they’ll be happy t’ave ya.”

soap frowns and plays with the rim of his whiskey glass. “why would they? i haven’t studied law.”

simon huffs and rolls his eyes. “‘nd ya think i did? they’re workin’ on expandin’ their military law wing. they need more experts than j’st me,” simon explains while he downs his glass of whiskey.

the younger man thinks for a second before he signs. “they’re paying good?” he asks and his best friend immediately nods.

-

soap was here. he really was here waiting to meet the boss of the law firm. he didn’t know much about her, expect from what simon told him…

after a few minutes he hears the door behind him open. “sargent mactavish,” a friendly voice calls out and soap stands up to turn around.

towards him walking are you, your signature pencil skirt and blue blouse. today you fly was slightly open and soap needed to force his eyes back onto your face. holy heaven, you were something.

“hello ma’am,” he clears his throat as he extends his hand. “a pleasure to finally meet you,” he says and you smile while you return the hand shake.

you walk around him to take a seat behind your desk. “the pleasure is all mine! i’m glad lieutenant riley recommended you. your war crime wing is expanding and when i told him he immediately thought about you!”

you quickly sort through a couple of files before you look at him again. “if i understand correctly you and lieutenant riley served together?”

soap nods and folds his hands in front of his lap. he was having a hard time to concentrate. you were just—you were a woman. a real woman.

“great!” you smile. “i will show you your workplace then!”

kyle “gaz” garrick

“simon,” you sigh. “are you really trying to convince me to hire your whole team?” you tilt your head at the lieutenant in front of you.

he shrugs, “maybe…”

“i though you and john were mastering the work alone?” you lean back in your chair. “i can always send one of my people over.”

simon shakes his head. “i want kyle,” he says—his voice barely leaving room to argue.

you sigh again and massage the bridge of your nose. “simon…”

“j’st f’r this case,” he tells you. “ya can let ‘im go after that.” the look in his eyes is pleading and you curse yourself for letting him have such power over you. “i need him.”

“this case,” you agree after a few moments of thinking. “and this case only.”

-

you walk into the office you have simon and john for their work. you open the door and three pairs of eyes snap towards you.

you give simon and john an acknowledging nod before you turn to the third man—must be kyle. “sergeant garrick?” you ask and he nods. “good. there are a few things we need to clarify before you’re allowed to work on the classified files,” you explain and gaz shoots a look towards simon. the older man gives him a small nod and gaz stands up.

“of course ma’am,” he slightly bows his head and crosses his hands behind his back. he was having a hard time concentrating… he knew about you from what soap and simon had told him but damn. that skirt was wrapping around your hips like it was tailored just for you and the way it highlighted curves–gaz felt like he was living a dream.

you immediately notice the way the sergeant is looking at you and you clear your throat. “sergeant garrick, you might want to look at my face when i talk to you.” his eyes widen in shame and he's lucky one can't see when he's blushing.

“of course ma'am. i apologize!” he trains his eyes on you, trying to ignore the way soap was snorting out a laugh behind him. he thought he was being subtle. probably not so...

captain john price

“lieutenant riley told me to deliver these files to him,” price groans when the woman at the reception didn't let him through.

“i’m sorry sir but i’ve not been told about that,” she gives price an apologetic smile and continues typing on her keyboard.

price groans and massages the bridge of his nose. “this has to be a joke. either, you let me through to lieutenant riley or i’ll make a way myself and i don’t know which one you’d like better!” he bangs his hand on the counter.

when he gets nothing more than a scared look he takes a deep breath and just pushes past the counter. “everything you have to do yourself,” he whispers under his breath.

moments before he sees simon a voice bellows through the office space. “excuse me sir,” price twirls around. “i believe my receptionist asked you to remain where you were just minutes ago.”

price frowns and tilts his head. “and i believe i asked to speak with lieutenant riley since he requested me to deliver these files personally.”

you shake you head and walk towards him. “i didn’t know that lieutenant riley runs this firm.” a smirk creeps onto your lips when you notice how the shock slowly shows on his face. “captain john price? or am i mistaken?”

price clears his throat and shuffles uncomfortably. “indeed ma’am. i am captain john price.” his eyes dart from your hips to your eyes and back to your cleavage. that blue blouse was really…working for you.

you nod and purse your lips. “well, captain price… in my law firm i believe in respect and respectful conversation.” you cross your hands behind your back. “what you are doing right now—“ you look him up and down “—is not respectful in any way.”

the captain swallows and averts his gaze. he’s never felt so ashamed before. what were you doing to him?

“everything you want to give to my lieutenant to can give to me.” you extend your hand. “or you learn how to talk and behave in the correct manner.” you raise you eyebrow in a questioning manner.

you know you got him when he takes a deep breath and straightens his back. “of course ma’am. i apologize.”

“great.”

[gowonders]

i’ll bite ♥ c.bg

notes: this is a part two of my other work, back for more!! read it hereeee!! anyways, i hope this satisfies yalls expectations for part 2 TT

also!! please tell me if this makes sense because i totally wrote this over multiple days and probably forgot a detail

minors dni with this one!!!

warnings : (not as mean this time but still kindaaa? barely mean) fem reader, (kinda sorta toxic…..) dom bg, lsf yunjin is your friend :3, a lot of texting gyu, thigh fucking(is there a word for this because…), unprotected (wrap it before u tap it omfg!!!), mentions of baby trapping but beomgyu doesn’t actually cum inside lmao, lmk if i missed anyyyyy!

choi beomgyu. the name now meant the totally cute and desperate guy you just blew off. you groan to yourself as you lay in your bed, kicking your legs a little before you sigh, a ping snapping you out of your little fit.

it was yunjin, what’s going on with her….?

yunjin: you’re gonna hate me!!!!! i’m reallllllyyyyyy sorry yn please forgive me i’ll buy you whatever you wantttt i’m sorryyyy againnn 💕

what did she do. she’s never this apologetic? you just sigh again as you leave her on read and throw your phone back on your bed, about to just stare at the ceiling as you just think about how you could just—

another notification, from an unknown number? what is going on?

?: heyyyyy is this yn

me: yeah? who’s this

?: beomgyu, yunjin gave me your number!

huh yunjin you asshole. when i catch you. when i catch you.

you sigh again, wanting to not give into responding anymore, but to be fair, you knew you’d fold eventually. you were literally just thinking about how pretty he was. so might as well bite.

me: oh cool i guess? whats up

beomgyu: look i know you know i like you, and i know i’m gonna make you mine eventually, so come overrrrr omfg. this little tough act is not cute. at least let me fuck some sense into you or something.

me: are you fucking with me.

beomgyu: i’m trying to babe

the text had your jaw slack. no way he was this forward. is he actually serious? you have rejected him four times now, and now he wants you in his sheets?? to ‘fuck some sense into you’ ???

is he crazy???

maybeeee , but you definitely are. maybe if this happens he’ll quit annoying you. but, like we’ve established, you and him both know he’ll have you next time. maybe fifth time is the charm!

me: fine whatever

beomgyu: i knew you had a thing for me, i’ll send you my address hold up

well.. he sent it. he’s definitely serious. it was the way he sent it with a little “💓” that left your stomach in a knot. oh god. are you really folding for him? yes. you’re getting dolled up, but not enough to give him the ego boost of you showing up with a full glam.. and you’re definitely wearing the skirt he complimented a few days ago.. god. what are you doinggg… you think as you drive to his house, mind going a mile a minute as you pull into the driveway, slowly walking up to the front door.

this could be the worst or best thing you’ve done all week. you’ll bite, though.

you raise a timid fist to knock weakly at the door, legs slightly trembling— why? you’re not nervous, not really eager either.. maybe a little. as beomgyu opens the door— why is he so pretty. he looks even better with more homey clothes, a crème colored t-shirt paired that has a black print, paired with some sweats. as he waves you in, you take in his house.. not as bad as you were expecting, it was pretty neat for a guy who has a very messy personality.

“so, still doing what i wanted? you cool with that?” he asks dryly, standing a somewhat far distance from you. and you just swallow in response, eyes wide in shock. no way this is actually happening. “ynie. answer me” he’s still speaking in a dry tone, and all you can do is nod with a sheepish smile. it’s almost like his words have some crazy effect on you, and maybe it’s because of the whole shock value, but you may or may not be falling for him.

“okay, finally.” he snickers as he wraps his fingers around your wrist, bringing you to his room, and whatever plans you had to reject him are gone.. for now at least. you really couldn’t turn down the way he pinned your wrists to his bed lightly, and the way he looked down at you, like he really loved you?? even after all the times you rejected him and called him some not-so-nice names, and you weren’t really nice to his friends either. so why was he so adamant on dating you?

he didn’t give you much time to think before he moved down to your ear, knowing he has that stupid (still insanely cute) smirk on his face, whispering how much he’s been wanting to do this, and that he’s glad you finally stopped being such a bitch.

and to that, you just scoff, but he cuts you off by moving down to your neck, leaving a small mark before pulling away with a chuckle. “you’re soooo easy yn. i knew you liked me.” you literally cannot talk. like he took your words or something, so you just roll your eyes.. which he rolls his eyes back at you, with his charming smile, pulling his hands off you as he stands over you. “you really okay with this?” he asks, tilting his head as his eyes just dart all over your body as he stands over you. “yeah,” you reply with the same dry tone hes speaking in, and that’s all he needs before he chuckles again, “skilled” fingers hooking under your skirt, sliding it down. “wore this for me, huh?” he teases, pulling the skirt off and letting it drop to the floor. “maybe. i don’t know.” you say, looking up at the ceiling, you can’t look at him. you’re literally about to fuck the guy you’ve rejected four times.

he just smirks at your response, fingers tracing over the waistband of your panties as he guides you to stand up, his hands on your waist, before you hear the clinking of his belt, your face is feeling warmer and warmer by the second, and this all is feeling more and more real too. and it’s not until beomgyus leg is nudging your thighs together to when it really starts to feel real. feeling his tip press slightly against your ruined panties, his full length sliding into the tight space of your thighs, a small groan leaving his lips at the feeling, his cock slightly brushing at your clit against the flimsy fabric with every thrust, small whines leaving your lips before one of his hands come up to your lips, muffling your whines. “you’d be even prettier if you stayed quiet, only letting you make sounds under one condition— you let me take you out.” he says, not stopping his relentless thrusts into your thighs, his breath slightly shaking along with yours, the friction on both of you driving you crazy.

he tilts his head at you, a straight face on as his dark eyes study you, his palm moving from your mouth to your cheek, waiting for your response. he really does wanna hear your sounds, they boost his ego so much, so he could brag to his friends about “she wanted me soooo bad. had her whining for me.”… but you just whine out loud after a particularly hard thrust, the way his length brushes against you just satisfies something.. unlike the way beomgyus need to take you out gets satisfied. “be that way, babe. i’ll make you mine soon enough. i said i’d fuck some sense into you, clearly you haven’t stopped acting like a little bitch.” he says in between groans, his palm moving back to your mouth as he covers up your pretty sounds again.

soon enough, beomgyus hips start to stutter, and his groans turn slightly high pitched as you’re clenching your thighs at him, not making his job any easier. “f-fuck, yn—“ famous last words before he’s cumming all over your thighs, staccato whines against his hand leaving your mouth as he left you on the edge, almost finishing, but beomgyu not letting you.. :(

beomgyu sits you back on his bed, not caring to wipe off his mess before he looks at you, a small hint of a smile growing on his lips. “you wanna cum, pretty girl?” you’re torn between just staying silent and practically begging him to let you finish… on one hand you’d fuel his ego, another thing to let him brag to his friends for, and on one hand, you’d keep up this little game that beomgyu seems to hate yet love so much. ..so you find a decent in-between. a shrug. which definitely gets him a little more upset… “yes or no, yn.” he says again, dark eyes burning into yours. “yeah…” you whisper, looking down at your lap that’s been ruined with beomgyus cum. “mhm. that’s what i like to hear..” his says, chuckling as he pushes your back onto the bed, pulling your panties down and letting them drop to your ankles as your legs dangle off his bed, beomgyu moving between your thighs, his tip moving against your tip, as he laughs at how wet you are. “all this for me? oh, i really thought you didn’t like me back, babe.” he says before inserting you in one swift motion, not giving you much time to adjust before he starts moving again, fingers gripping your waist so hard that you think it might bruise.. he’s pounding into you so hard already, gen though it’s only been a few minutes.. :(

“look so pretty under me, fuck..” beomgyu says as he leans his head back, kind of a shame. you can’t see his face, not like you want to admire him or anything, but his face is pretty when he’s above you, hips snapping against you roughly and quickly, swallowing hard as he only chases his own release (maybe yours too…). and you’re fairing no better, thighs trembling around his waist as your fingers grip the quilt under you, breathy whimpers spilling from your lips, which beomgyu doesn’t even bother to make you shut up this time, he really just wants to hear the pretty sounds he’s making.

beomgyu continues his work on you, his words varying of “you’re so perfect” and “i love this” in between his own groans, your sounds spurring him on more. i mean.. if he couldn’t date you (he totally could after this) he could at least have this?? and he loved it, you looked so pretty under him, squirming and whining all for his cock, it really boosted his ego.. (much like everything else you’ve done…)

“ynieee, let me make you mine foreverr, pleaseee?” beomgyu asks, hips starting to stutter against you, leaning his head back slightly. was he serious..? asking to cum inside when you clearly don’t like him back? “it would be a good way to make sure you don’t end up dating another guy, babe..” he mutters, chuckling a little before he plants a kiss on your cheek, studying your expression. he wasn’t actually going to do it.. but he likes seeing your reaction? which is just wide eyes staring into his. “nuh uh” you say, a quick laugh leaving his lips, he just stays silent as you both reach your release, a stupid smirk plastered on his face like he was planning something.

“are you close, yn?” he asks, swallowing hard as your gummy walks flutter around him, lips parted as your whines come out. “yeah—“ you start, hoping that he’ll actually let you finish this time.. “really? okay, pretty girl. don’t hold back.” he says with a smile, starting to come undone himself as you begin to reach your climax, and the sight of you just triggers his own release letting you ride yours out, then him pulling out and cumming all over your stomach. thank god.

“let’s get you cleaned up, hm, yn??” he asks, sitting next to you on his bed, a smirk on his face at your flushed cheeks and marked neck, so easy, all his~ you nod, words really too incoherent to mean anything.. “okay babe, hold on..” he says before he leaves you in his room with your own thoughts.

seriously, what just happened?? you fuck the guy you swore up and down was clingy and weird?? you probably just fulfilled his dream, especially with the way he looks at you. this is absolutely crazy.

you’re thoughts are cut off by beomgyu coming back with a small towel, wiping his seed off your tummy before he starts to speak quietly, in a comforting tone. “soooo.. i’m sorry about this. this is probably the worst time to ask but you know how much i lik-“ he starts, a small smile on his lips as he looks up at you. you knew what he was gonna ask. “goddddd, yes, gyu!! i will date you!!!” you say, beomgyus actions pausing as he looks back up at you with a smirk. “that’s good, because i was about to have to apologize even more for those hickeys, but thanks, babe~”

he is so unserious.

[dootznbootz]

Weeping of the thought of Paris. Btw, what do you think of him as a character? :0

If it's okay, ama add my own little ramble about something:

i genuinely think he'd be so guilty if he reunited with Hector, Priam, Hecuba and rest of his siblings and/or people in hades.

Imagine seeing your dead family, you people in the underworld, because of you. Imagine him seeing Cassandra, who was taken by Agamemnon and killed mercilessly by Clytemnestra. And that never would've happened if the war wouldn't have happened.

Everything could've been amazing. Everything.

But honestly? I don't think Hector would blame Paris for everything. He wants to but damn him he can't bring himself to hate his own brother. And Paris thinks, he wants Hector to hate him, he wants Cassandra to hate him, he wants everyone to hate him. But they just can't ;-;

I don't know how in character or out of character this is. I haven't read the Iliad in a while,,, but it just feels right ;~;

I need them all to hug NOWE

I have such complex feelings on Paris that it's like, hard to describe. I'll go into like, your ramble first though. :D As I think you're right, in how he is definitely guilty about his FAMILY.

And yes, Hector even says "It hurts me that everyone hates you, but at the same time I do not blame them." I think he's mostly guilty about his siblings and family.

Now for MY feelings about the guy as a whole and not his guilt in death

Any time I read this pretty boy dummy I am left like this:

He is somehow more confusing to me than Odysseus. I don't know why. I can't tell what the fuck he wants in the Iliad.

He could easily achieve peace if he just let Helen go fucking home like she wants to yet he wants the fighting to stop. Why doesn't he? I don't think I remember Aphrodite ever strongarming him into "Keep Helen here".

Like...I don't know how to describe it. As he's clearly a victim of fate as well with the Apple and all. How was he to know that the most beautiful woman in the world was actually happily married with a child? How was he to truly know that she would not love him and could never love him without Aphrodite's help?

But...He also already had a wife and child before this too. Oenone and his son. He left to go get milk and then started a war? "Sorry, Oenone, sorry lil one, I got the chance to have a better wife and better life so toodles~."

In some ways, I think this is a very neat contrast to Menelaus in how he left his wife and child behind to start a life with a new one, while Menelaus is willing to go to war to bring the wife he loves so much back home, safe and happy, with him. Back to their daughter who they both miss so much.

Like...he's a victim of fate too...But I get REALLY bothered by how like, he says NOTHING really like, to reassure Helen. We don't really get any sort of "Oh, Helen, I didn't know it would be like this. Please don't cry." or even a "This whole thing sucks, why don't we make the best of it?" like Priam or Hector do. and that really really fucking bothers me. Why are you so chill with her crying?

Or like, okay, so Idk for sure if it's ever implied that Paris is afraid of Aphrodite as well and she's somehow making it so that he just...doesn't wish to give Helen BACK. He lost the fight against Menelaus in Book 3 but he still pulled a "Hey, so I lost but I don't wanna let Helen go back. How about money instead?" I don't know if that was Aphrodite whispering to him or WHAT but the fact that your "wife" is crying and wants to go home and, if Aphrodite has nothing to do with his decisions, you give fuck all about that??? I've mentioned it before, but in a way Odysseus and Helen go through similar shit, and Paris is to Helen what Calypso is to Odysseus. (vice versa more like but you get my drift)

BUT!!! As I mentioned many times already (lol) I DON'T KNOW IF APHRODITE WAS MAKING HIM. Like Calypso did what she did because she's a goddess and just doesn't care. but he's MORTAL. so Idk exactly how to feel as that complicates things. So he's like Calypso but also NOT.

He's strange in that he's selfish (leaves wife and child for "better Wife", kidnaps that "wife" and she's sad and he just kind of doesn't really talk about it, people are dying and he doesn't wanna fight even though HE caused it (though like yeah, he was a shepherd), but like, just so passive too? like he doesn't even really defend himself when Hector calls him out but he also doesn't act like he REGRETS IT.

In some ways, idk, I think I plan to write him possibly being afraid of Aphrodite (as like...to make him THAT fucking selfish and uncaring just feels so fucking bad and icky. "So she's crying and I could return her home any time but I don't want to because she's hot. Yeah people are dying and pissed off but have you considered that crying 'wife' is hot?") but he's also trying to be carefree in how "Hey, we're both stuck in this now. Why don't we try and make the best of it, eh?" And then Aphrodite kind of doing shit to make Helen comply.

And that's another thing that bugs me, idk if Paris is asking Aphrodite to "help him out" but if he is? Like pulling a "Hey, my ego is wounded as I nearly died and now people are mad. Can you make Helen come and hang out with me?"

*sighs* Paris is such an enigma to me honestly. I just weirdly have a hard time understanding him. Idk if I'm maybe too much of a Helen and Menelaus fan (as a ship and as characters lol, they both hate this man) but I don't know. I DUNNOOOO

[uh-niran-really]

hiii im vaswaniimagines the ask box just wont let me change my account from my main :( PLEASE WRITE THAT PREGNANCY FIC OF SATYA AND NIRAN OR ILL KMSSS THOSE HCS WERE SO CUTE SATYA WOULD BE SO CUTE PREGNANT

Lifeweaver x Symmetra - Pregnancy

Content: Niran and Satya’s journey through pregnancy. Tagged 18+ due to some themes and slight NSFWy content! Minors DNI.

Word Count: 10,600+

A/N: Omg, I loved writing this! It was such a lovely topic to think about and I had so much fun with it! I’m so sorry to keep you waiting @vaswaniimagines but I do hope it’s worth the wait! I’m going to do some more one shots of them, because I had so many ideas that I just couldn’t fit in because the fic would be twice the length! I really hope with all my heart that you enjoy it!! 🫰🏻❤️

“Bua?”

“Yes dearest?”

“I’m pregnant.”

His heart thumped. She was so casual with this announcement, but Niran picked up on the subtle shift in her eyes as she told him. She was nervous, terrified even. She couldn’t look at him, and good thing too, because Niran was ecstatic, hardly able to contain the smile that spread wide on his cheeks. He swallowed down his excitement, favouring to comfort his wife instead.

“Oh? How do you feel about that Satya?”

“I’m not sure. I know I’m happy because we’ve spoke about kids before… I just never expected them so soon. Are you happy?”

“Oh Satya.” His arms wrapped around her in a warm hug. “I’m so in love with you! I couldn’t be happier if I tried dearest! We’re really going to have a baby!?”

She forced herself to glance into his warm eyes, which now sparkled with tears. She panicked a little trying to wipe them away and comfort him, but his lips met hers before she could overthink anymore. His left hand moved to her stomach, lingering there until they broke their kiss.

“Hello little one.” He mused, putting a small smile on her face.

“I think I’m excited. I feel.. overwhelmed but in a good way.”

“Then you’re right, that is excitement. We’re going to be parents.. wow.. that’s amazing Satya. You’re going to make the best mother.”

His mind wondered to a year in the future, their baby, happy and healthy. Satya holding him or her and rocking them gently to sleep as he watched on in awe of how perfect his little family was. He started to picture Satya with a baby bump, hair thrown up in a messy bun, cute pregnancy clothes. His cheeks flushed at the thought of her carrying their child. He didn’t think she could be more beautiful and yet-

“Bua? Did you hear me?”

“What?! Hmm?”

“I said, I’m looking forward to doing this with you. I know you’ll make a great father.”

“Satya.. There’s no one else I’d want to experience this with. You’ll make a great mother.”

——🪷——

She was out of bed and running to the bathroom again, heaving and retching the contents of her stomach. Niran followed her, heart aching for his wife. She had been hit quite badly by morning sickness, having it almost every morning. His hand rubbed her back softly, whispering his apologies and wishing he could do more for her. She tried to reply to him, but was too occupied with the waves of nausea.

“I’m so sorry dearest.. I know it’s awful, but at least we have something to look forward to today. Try to remain positive.”

“Easy for you to say Niran, you aren-“

Another bout of sickness hit her like a tonne of bricks, and she was leaning over the toilet bowl again. Niran frowned and held her hair back, being careful not to hold it too hard. She hated her hair feeling out of place or not neat in anyway, but she would hate it even more if it got dirty.

“We can ask the midwife for some anti sickness later. I wish you would let me heal you with Biolight.. it’s perfectly safe you know.”

“For fully grown adults yes. We have no idea what it would do to our baby Niran. What if your creation tries to get rid of the problem too literally.”

She worried too much, but that’s what happens when she studies for pregnancy. She was sure to read every pregnancy book she could get her hands on, wanting to learn everything she could. She knew more than most, and often tried to lecture Niran about it too, but he preferred to take things how they came. A typical Niran and Satya dynamic.

“You’re so cute when you’re pregnant.” His finger booped her nose, an attempt at being playful.

“Niran..”

“Okay Okay! No Biolight. Will you allow me to get you something to drink at least?”

She nodded, wiping at her mouth and slowly rising to her feet. Her husband certainly was attentive. She hardly had to lift a finger anymore. Niran fret over her way too much, it was borderline annoying. He flashed a charming smile at her before excusing himself to get her a glass of water. He considered pulling the tiniest bit of Biolight in the drink, but he could never do that to her. He respected her wishes, always, and hated the thought of essentially drugging her, even if it were for her own good.

“Here beautiful.”

He handed her the glass of lukewarm water. She wasn’t a fan of ice cold water, it was often far too cold for her and it triggered her sensory issues, especially now.

“Thank you Bua.”

The water certainly helped settle her stomach, but she still wasn’t feeling great. Part of her wanted to give up on this journey, it was scary, but one look at him and suddenly it was all worth it. He’d been giddy with excitement since she told him the good news. In fact, he hasn’t shut up about it! It’s all he ever seemed to talk about. It was rather cute. His nimble fingers found her waist, pulling her gently closer to him, lips almost touching.

“You’ve never looked more beautiful than you do right now.”

“Bua.. my hair is a mess, I’ve just been sick, my clothes are wrinkled. What exactly about me is beautiful?”

“I love you regardless dearest. You’ve always been so beautiful, but I love seeing you look so.. normal, I suppose is the word I’m looking for. What I’m trying to say Satya, is that I think pregnancy suits you, you’re gorgeous.”

She frowned which caused Niran to panic. His heart raced a million miles an hour and he started to profusely apologise if he had offended her. Satya swiftly turned around hugged the toilet bowl again, another round of sickness plaguing her.

“Oh.. It’s going to be okay love.. Here, let me hold your hair again? I’m scooping it back now okay, it’s just me, don’t worry.”

——🪷——

Satya hated being touched. She liked her personal space, and just about tolerated when Niran was in it. She understood the need for a scan, and its importance, however she wasn’t prepared for so many strangers to be touching her. Niran held her hand the entire time, reassuring her that everything was alright and that the nurses just needed to check a few things. She had her stomach measured and felt, and whilst that was a small issue, when it came time for the scan, she freaked at the look of the gel.

“Niran.. I don’t like that.”

“It’s going to feel weird but you want to see our little seedling yes?”

Seedling, his adopted name for their unborn child. He called them that due to the rapid rate of which a baby grows, much like a flower. Everything was always so flowery to him, it was rare he didn’t have an analogy for plants in his repertoire. She did want to see their ‘seedling’, but the gel didn’t look appealing in the slightest.

“Here Satya, what if I put some on my stomach too.”

“Why?”

“To show you that it isn’t all that bad.”

The nurse was all too happy to humour him, placing the smallest bit of gel on his abs. Satya watched as her over dramatic husband hissed at the cold feeling. If this was suppose to make her feel better, he had failed. Niran pouted a little, but grasped her hand and placed it over the gel.

“Here, feel. It’s not that bad Satya, really. Just cold.”

She groaned. The gel felt awful against her finger tips. It was cold, too slippery, had a weird consistency. She made a face akin to disgust, which made her lover laugh out loud. Her eyes snapped to his, an eyebrow raised, as she questioned how he could giggle so easily like a school child.

“Sorry, you’re just so cute. I know it’s scary my love, but think of seedling!”

“Fine…”

She winkled her nose as the gel was placed on her stomach, and rubbed around the desired area. She voiced her discomfort and Niran promised that it would be over soon. He was positively buzzing with energy however, it was hard for Satya not to notice. The probe was placed on her stomach and she groaned again, hating the feeling. She looked to Niran who smiled at her, giving her some level of comfort.

“Oh. That’s interesting.”

Both snapped their eyes to the nurse, hearts racing. Niran’s hand found Satya’s, squeezing gently. For Satya, this moment felt almost overwhelming. Milliseconds passed, and yet they felt like lifetimes. Was something wrong? Was their baby okay? Did she do something wrong? Niran broke the silence with a question.

“Is everything okay?”

The nurse turned the screen towards them, and they saw their little bundle on screen for the first time. Niran teared up at the sight, whilst his wife stared in awe at the screen, and then down at her own stomach. She still felt uneasy, looking to Niran for help.

“Everything looks perfectly normal, I just need to confirm something with the doctor. Nothing to worry about.”

Satya whined again at the thought of the gel staying in longer than she previously thought. Things were starting to get too much for her again. She wanted to go home. Niran sensed her discomfort in everything and squeezed her hand.

“I’m here.”

It wasn’t unlike Niran to pick up on her slight shifts in mood. He learnt to read her a long time ago, something she never did understand. She had asked him about it countless times, yet he never could give her an explanation that satisfied her. She tried to focus on him in this moment, it often helped her remain calm. He was always her anchor, her pull back to reality. His soft reassuring smile could break any holds of stress her mind placed on her. The nurse came back in, with a smile plastered on her face, intriguing Niran.

“I’ve just spoken to the doctor and showed him an image of your baby.. well.. babies. You’re having twins!! Congratulation!”

Satya tensed up and began hyperventilating. Things felt too different. One baby was enough, but she was having two. It was too soon! No, she didn’t want two! Niran spoke to her, trying his best to pull her out of her panic, but she could hardly hear him. He sounded so far away. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t speak. She never planned for two. She didn’t know if she could handle two. One was almost too much, let alone two!!

“Focus on me beautiful.”

Her eyes met his, a sympathetic look on his face. He looked worried too, but he was worried for her. He spoke softly, words seeking to dispel her terror. She could hardly hear what he was talking about, until he tapped the screen, grabbing her attention.

“You see them right? I know you’re scared. Truthfully I am too. We’ve faced harder challenges together, this we can do. We have time to prepare for this. Nothing has changed.”

Everything had changed. She felt sick. She had so many worries about how she would birth one baby, and now she was having to birth two. She tuned him out again, mind spinning, but he didn’t give up. As gently as he could and mindful to give her space, he sat on the hospital bed, taking both her hands in his. Niran was sure to narrate everything he did, making sure not to startle her. Before long she gave him her attention again.

“My love, you can do this. We talked about having a big family, now you only need to do this once. We can stop at two.”

He felt as though his words were scaring her more, but he had to try. He hated seeing her this way. In his head, having twins meant that she need only experience pregnancy once. They always wanted at least two children. She often envied his large family, growing up an only child herself, though she hardly remembered her family. His words made some sense to her, the more she thought about it, the more she realised he was right. Whilst scary, she would only need to do this once. She grunted softly, hands squeezing his.

“That’s my girl.”

He was relieved to see her mind start to settle. He always did try to remain calm and patient with her. It wasn’t her fault she became like this, so patience was the least he could offer. He had always been there for her when they were kids.

They both recall the first time she shutdown. They were in class and she got overwhelmed, sitting in the floor, covering her ears with her hands. She remembers a crowd forming around her, poking and touching her without permission. She remembers the terror she felt in that moment. It was too much to handle. It made things so much worse.

“Out of the way! Give her some space!”

She recognised his cream hair first, her eyes watching him as he knelt down in front of her. She squealed and he backed away a little, apologising for getting too close. Niran remembered how terrified Satya looked, and how he hated people scaring her more.

“Vaswani, it’s me. Your roommate. You remember me right? You’re safe. You’re with me.”

Since that day she trusted him completely. She always felt different at Vishkar but Niran never treated her any differently. He always showed her respect and care. Swiftly, she flung her arms around her husband, holding him close to her.

“I love you..”

“I love you too, and our little seedlings.”

——🪷——

The smell of Tom Yum soup wafted through the air, and had Satya salivating. She had such a craving for Niran’s home country cuisines. She craved it so much and so often she sobbed for it.

It was 3am when Satya shook her husband awake, crying over a craving she was having, begging him to make it for her. Whilst he was happy to get up and make it, she whined softly for him to hurry up, she was so hungry so could cry all night.

“Patience love, it’s nearly ready.”

Niran grabbed a spoon and allowed her a taste, to settle her craving somewhat. She was all too happy to slurp it down, complaining that it wasn’t enough and that she needed more. The Thai man grinned and turned up the heat, cooking it just a tad bit faster. He led his pretty pregnant wife over to the sofa, which he bundled with blankets to keep her cozy and warm.

“Niran..”

“I’ll grab you a bowl now gorgeous.”

True to his word he ladled a hearty amount of soup in a large bowl, and grabbed her a clean spoon. He was mindful to adjust the dish slightly to account for the spice, not wanting Satya to suffer from the heat she could usually handle. Pregnancy was hard enough, without having to deal with the effects of too much spice on top.

“Here you are my dear, I hope it’s to your liking.”

“Can you get the peanut butter from the fridge?”

“Of course.”

He head back over to the kitchen, grabbing the jar of peanut butter and a fresh spoon. She had been craving it recently by the spoonful. They ran out the other day and she sobbed for an hour straight until Niran returned with a fresh jar. He didn’t understand cravings but he always did his best to accommodate them, wanting her to be happy.

“Here you are, are you craving it again- What are you doing?”

He watched in horror as his wife practically hollowed out the peanut butter into his soup, mixing as best she could before taking a sip and smiling in delight. She was kicking her feet in pure joy, eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

“Better!”

“Satya- If you wanted peanuts.. I could have just made you Pad Thai..”

“I’m not craving Pad Thai. I wanted Tom Yum and peanut butter Bua.”

Niran looked as if he could cry, but he shook his head remembering that she had no control over her cravings. She was adorable regardless. He served himself a bowl, returning to sit next to her, snuggling up close together and turning on the TV.

“Is your peanut flavoured Tom Yum nice?” He teased.

“Yes! Would you like to try some?!”

Her eyes sparkled, she looked so eager to have him try a spoonful, he could hardly say no. He nodded and learned forward, mouth open for her to feed him a spoonful. To his surprise it wasn’t half bad. He wouldn’t eat it out of choice, but he understood why she liked it.

“That’s not bad actually!”

“Would you like some in your soup?” She asked, holding up the peanut butter.

“No thank you love, you’ll run out if you keep offering it to me.”

They sat eating their soup together, watching whatever was on at 3:30am. Satya finished her bowl pretty quickly so Niran got up to serve her another. He loved to make his wife happy. It brought him so much joy to see her smile, especially when she had bad days in between. Pregnancy was hitting her hard, she had to go through a lot of different changes, and so quickly too.

She had started to grow bigger, forming a distinctive bump already. They knew she would be quite a bit bigger, due to the fact she was carrying twins, but it didn’t make it any less easier. She was so beautiful and radiant that Niran could hardly contain his love for her, wanting to find little ways to make her smile or even brighten her day.

He watched as his adorable little soup monster slurped down the second bowl of soup, moaning in delight as the flavours hit her tongue. She was certainly more relaxed in this state. Non pregnant Satya would never slurp her food, or cry over the smallest changes. He found her more human this way, but also did miss the old her. Regardless of her mood, or her mindset, he was still so deeply in love with her. Nothing would change that.

——🪷——

“Nughh.. Satya..”

Niran couldn’t stand it. She just looked so beautiful this way. Satya hated her appearance currently. She wasn’t one to usually care too much what others thought of how she looked, however it was starting to get to her. She hated that she couldn’t wear her usual clothes, she hated that her hair always felt different, she hated how heavy her breasts started to feel and how large her stomach had gotten. Niran only saw a goddess. She was beautiful in his eyes. A perfect being.

“You’re so beautiful..”

“Nothing fits me Niran.. I hate my hair.. my breasts hurt… I don’t feel comfortable! I hate it.”

“Oh love.. I’m sorry you don’t feel good.. can I help?”

He could. Recently she had been missing him in a way she never really considered she would. Satya had weighed up all the possibilities, listed all the things that would change, she planned for everything. But not this. She craved him. Was this another pregnancy craving? She wasn’t sure, but when she looked at Niran, her cheeks flushed.

“Can we have sex?”

“Sure but, are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I just miss being close to you like that.”

Niran smiled and pulled his wife in for a kiss. He loved the idea, truly. He missed the intimate nights they spent together. Hot and heavy nights fuelled by passion and burning desire. He missed the sight of her under him, flushed and all for him.

He did have a few concerns however, one being him hurting her and the other being her mental state. It was out of the blue for her to just ask him like that. She was never one to outright ask, favouring small gestures to indicate what she wanted.

“I miss that too, I’m just a little worried I’ll hurt you gorgeous.”

“You won’t.”

“What’s brought this on? Has something happened?”

Her sweet husband was always a worrier. He cared so deeply about her opinion and her well-being that he often worried over the smallest shift in her mood. He would love nothing more than to ravish with her right now, she looked so perfect he could hardly contain himself.

“I just feel like doing it. Is that a problem?”

“Goodness no. I can be gentle, just, you’re sure?”

“Yes.”

He smiled softly, moving forward and holding out his hand. When she took it, he gently pulled her closer, lips landing on hers. He missed her too. He had gotten use to her lower sex drive over the years, but this was new, it was exciting. Although pregnant, it was still effortless to carry her, he just made sure to be a little more careful with her.

“I love you Satya.”

“Don’t get sentimental on me Bua. I don’t need that.”

“I can’t tell my gorgeous pregnant wife that I love her?”

Without realising he had began to tear up. This woman meant everything to him. Satya became concerned and reached up to dry his tears, worrying she had upset him. It was only then he realised he was crying. Slowly he placed her on the bed, sitting beside her and staring lovingly at her bump.

“Do you want to just cuddle for a while Bua?”

“Is that okay? I’m sorry.. I don’t know what came over me.. I’m all over the place. I want to have sex.. I just need some time to process my emotions.. clearly..”

“You act as if you’re the one that’s pregnant.”

“Goodness, aren’t we lucky I’m not. I’d be more high maintenance than I already am.”

He chuckled softly, trying to lift the mood, yet tears fell freely. He couldn’t pinpoint the emotion. He wasn’t sad, he wasn’t too overjoyed, he wasn’t feeling much of anything, and yet when he looked at Satya he felt compelled to cry. He’d never loved her more. He hated seeing her in pain, tired, frustrated. He wished he could do more for her. Maybe that’s why he felt this way. He felt guilty. He had been the one to do this to her, he had gotten her in this situation, and he couldn’t do a thing to help. He couldn’t even give her what she wanted what now.

“Niran, I love you.”

“And I you. I just worry I’m not giving you enough. I wish to do more.”

“You can rub cream on my stomach, maybe give my breasts a massage? I’m feeling a little sore.”

Whilst she was a little disappointed at the lack of friction that she so desperately craved, she understood his feelings. It was nice seeing Niran so vulnerable. He did everything she ever asked, without question. He was the perfect husband, and deserved to be cut some slack. His eyes lit up like a puppy dogs when he touched her stomach. He longed for the day their babies would kick.

Satya handed him a tub of cream, a moisturiser that was said to help keep her skin healthy and reduce stretch marks, though she wasn’t so bothered by the idea of them. She liked the way it made her skin feel. A form of self care that made her feel normal.

“Not too much okay?”

“Is this enough?” Niran asked, scooping up a decent amount with his fingers.

Satya nodded, then laid back against the pillows and let Niran work the cream into her skin, sighing softly at the contact. His touch was just what she needed. It calmed her and soothed her worries. Whilst gentle, he was also meticulous at making sure every inch of her stomach was covered. He loved to do this for her, one of his love languages being acts of service. Nothing was too much for her, ever.

“Thank you Bua. Feels so much better.”

He smiled, loving the praise she so willingly gave him. He finished up, rubbing the last of the cream into her skin before turning attention to her breasts.

“Are they still sore?”

“Very..”

“Perhaps they are swollen.. do you think you’ve started the process to feed the twins?”

“I would assume so.. they hurt so badly.”

“Allow me to help.”

He flicked his wrist, Biolight sparking to life. If he could just heal her a little then perhaps she wouldn’t be in so much pain.

“Niran no, we’ve spoken about this.. We don’t know its effects on the babies.”

“Satya.. I just wish to help..”

“I know Bua, and I love you for it. I just worry that your Biolight will harm them in its attempts to help me.”

He frowned but understood her concerns. It was a valid point, one he would need to test. He loved her, and only ever wanted the best, so respected her in every way he could.

“Okay my love..”

“Could you rub them a little? I think that would help.”

“That I can do, honey.”

She sat forward, allowing him to slip in behind her, resting her back against his chest. She could hardly wear her bra right now, it felt too tight against her chest, often making the feeling worse. She needed to go shopping for new clothes too, as borrowing Niran’s wouldn’t work forever. He was all too happy to dress her up in his clothes though, she looked rather cute swamped in his sweater, though now she had the bump, it left little to the imagination.

Carefully, he lifted the jumper up over her chest, being mindful not to knock her breasts. She winced as his hands moved to touch them, though he tried his best not to hurt her.

“Have you tried to see if you can pump colostrum? Maybe that will help.”

“They haven’t been leaking it. I don’t think I’m ready, but maybe it’s worth a try.”

He began to massage her breasts as carefully as he could, taking in the increased size. They had grown at least two cup sizes, and looked very sore and engorged. His thumb accidentally flicked over her nipple and she moaned softly, making his heart thump. The noise so soft and innocent it had his breath hitching in response.

“S-sorry..”

“It’s okay, I’m just sensitive.”

He was careful not to do that again, at least for a while. The sound she made sent his blood flowing south. Such a soft whimper, and yet it did such dangerous things to his heart. He tried to get the thought out of his head, but the sound replayed again and again in his head. His hands were gentle, but his resolve was wavering. He would love nothing more than to make her whimper for him. He was certain she could feel just how turned on he was by her, a part of him felt a little ashamed by it all, but who could blame him for feeling this way about her. He flicked his thumb over her nipple again and she moaned a little louder, rubbing her ass against him in response, nuzzling her head back into his neck.

“My love.. I- I think.. Can we?”

“The offer still stands Niran, just be gentle.”

——🪷——

“Niran!!”

Niran popped his head around the living room door, eyes wide, a little worried about her. His eyes softened when he saw she was perfectly fine and in no danger. She said nothing else, but took his hand and led him over to the sofa, sitting down and tugging him down to sit with her.

“What’s wrong? Are you alright? You scared me-“

She placed his hand over her stomach and he fell silent, eyes welling up with tears, his cybernetic hand moving to cover his mouth. The babies were kicking. Niran was silent, hand resting so lovingly over her tummy, feeling the tiny kicking sensations. Satya watched in awe of her husband, loving this sweet movement that they got to share.

“Our babies.. Oh Satya!!!”

His head moved to gently rest atop her stomach, wanting to be closer to his children. Her hand moved to play with his hair and he purred in response. He felt a kick once more and he kissed the spot it came from so lovingly.

“Daddy loves you two, so much!”

“I read somewhere that you should talk to them at the later stages of pregnancy.”

“That would make sense, I’m sure they can recognise our voices on some level.”

Niran sat up, but not before placing another kiss on her stomach. Satya opted to cuddle her lover, resting her head on his shoulder. Things were stressful but made simpler with him in the picture. She never imagined a life with kids, and certainly not a husband. She always assumed she’d be married to her job, slaving away over paperwork and countless Vishkar screw ups.

“You’re thinking of Vishkar again?”

“How could you tell?”

“I know how to read you Satya. You stim in a certain way when the company is on your mind. You’re safe now, I’m here.”

She hadn’t realised she had begun to stim. She supposed that was a good thing, given all that had happened. Vishkar taught her to be ashamed of her stimming. That it was unprofessional, rude and not becoming of a Vishkar architect. Niran however loved when she stimmed. He always said it humanised her, made her less robotic, like the company wanted. She was grateful for him, he never judged her in all their years of knowing one another. He truly loved her. The fact she could subconsciously stim around him was undeniable proof of just how much she loved him too. Her Bua. Her light. Her husband.

“Satya.. you’re crying.. oh my sweet girl..” His arms wrapped tighter around her, pulling her onto his lap for a closer snuggle.

“I’m just so happy I fell in love with you..”

“It means the world to me to hear you say that my love. I love you more than life itself.”

——🪷——

Satya was woken up to the sound of her husband groaning from living room. He sounded frustrated with something, so she got up to check, waddling as fast as her heavily pregnant body would allow her.

“Bua?”

“Oh.. Did I wake you? Forgive me..” He placed an apologetic kiss to her forehead and helped her sit down on the sofa.

“What’s wrong?”

Niran sighed, handing her his phone. On it was a text chain between him and his mother. Satya didn’t need to ask further questions as to why he was frustrated, she could already see why.

“She wants to visit today..”

“I see.”

Niran wasn’t on the best terms with his parents. It was clear they loved him, but after what happened between him and Vishkar, he wasn’t so sure anymore. They cut him off completely when he left, refusing him access to his wealth, connections or general safety. He spent sleepless nights scared and alone, in need of his parent’s love and support. He experienced things no one should have to experience, and a lot of those things could have been avoided if they acted differently.

He hazarded a guess that they thought it would force his hand, making him return his tech to Vishkar and come home. It didn’t. It created a rift, one that never did quite heal, even now. He didn’t hate them, far from it, he just wished things were different.

“Niran, you don’t have to agree to this.”

“No, but it would be good for the twins to grow up knowing them. Generational healing and all that..”

A few hours passed and they heard the sound of a helicarrier approaching, knowing who it was carrying. Niran went down to meet his mother, surprised to see his older sister was with her, something his mother didn’t care to mention.

“Mother, what a pleasant surprise to see you here. Shame you couldn’t visit me at the Arcology when I lived there for years.”

“I’m still mad you didn’t invite us to your wedding!! How could you marry Satya and not even at least spare a thought for us Niran. I raised you better! We didn’t even know you had gotten engaged, and now you tell me she’s pregnant!”

Raised was the biggest overstatement. She hardly raised him. Shipped him off to Vishkar at the earliest opportunity. Still he forced a smile and bowed his head out of respect. His sister said nothing, but clearly agreed with her mother, she always did.

“I sent you an invite. Several actually.”

“Well.. umm.. You know how post is! Always getting lost! Anyway.. Where is my daughter in law! I can’t wait to see her again.”

Typical overbearing mother. Brushes the issue under the rug and pretends it never existed. He hoped that they would be gentle with Satya, because back at the academy they were not. Not that they ever abused her or were mean in any way, oh no, quite the opposite. His mother always doted on her, brought her too many gifts and always tried too hard. His sister was just as guilty, if not worse. They adore Satya, often preferring her calmer demeanour and high work effect over their lazy and disobedient son/brother.

“Indeed, hence why I sent serval.” He frowned, not wanting the let the issue go, but what choice did he have. “Satya is upstairs resting. I would ask you not to fuss over her too much. She’s tired..”

“Nonsense! We never fuss over her too much!”

“Oh but you do..” Niran mumbled under his breath, turning swiftly and leading them up to the apartment. “I’d like to put past issues aside, for Satya’s sake. Please be mindful of her. She’s not found things easy recently, do not make things worse.. for her.”

Once back at the apartment it was clear to Niran that they didn’t listen to a word he said. Satya had been presented with so many lavish gifts, that she was starting to get overwhelmed. Their living room had been transformed into baby storage space. They had everything they could ever need for raising a baby and way too much more. Niran and Satya weren’t ungrateful, far from it, but it did get a little overbearing after the first two minuets of suffocating Pruksamanee love.

“Okay just a few more gifts Satya!!” Niran’s sister smiled, presenting a large box that another tired butler carried in.

They were ridiculous, but Satya loved them all the same. She could tell Niran was getting stressed out for her sake, but she did her best to grin and bear it. His sister unwrapped it for her revealing a new baby carrier. Notably one for a single child. It hadn’t clicked until now, that they weren’t aware they were having twins, which was surprising given the amount of gifts they brought. (Or rather, that their butlers had brought up…)

“It’s- it’s lovely..”

“You don’t like it? I can always get you a new one. Is it the colour? I knew we should have gone for gold mother! Satya doesn’t like it..”

Satya eyed Niran for help, things were getting too much and she needed a break. Niran, being the loving husband he is, stepped in. Things were getting out of hand and their antics, whilst given with the best intentions, were slowly getting to him.

“The gift is fine, we love it. It’s just….. we’re having twins.”

“TWINS?!” Both woman gasp.

“Why didn’t you say anything?! We could have brought more gifts to account for the second child!”

“Mother please..”

“You always were useless at communicating anything! Why did you not say anything sooner!”

“You’re trying too hard.. you brought way too much as it is.. mother I love you, but please.. Can’t you see you’re stressing Satya out..”

The room fell silent, all eyes landing on Satya, who was by all accounts, stressed out by everything that was going on. She knew they meant well, they always tried their best to show her how loved she was, especially during her academy days. She was used to dealing with them and how they threw money at her at every chance they got. She felt incredibly loved, and she loved them too. The only thing she wished for was for them to handle situations normally, with less money involved. She just wanted a civil convocation, nothing over the top, just a sweet little chat about things. She wanted to feel normal around them and not just if she was some prize to win over.

“Satya.. I’m ever so sorry if we caused you any trouble..”

“It’s fine.. I’m just still not use to all the gifts..”

His mother was one of the sweetest ladies Satya ever had the pleasure of meeting. It was clear she adored Satya, and that’s all she ever wanted. She wanted to belong, to fit in with this lavish family that she was now apart of.

“Can’t we just have a chat.. I wish to feel normal..”

For the next few hours the four of them sat and talked about the wedding, and Satya’s experiences with pregnancy so far. It felt more natural, certainly more calming. Satya allowed his mum and sister to feel her stomach, she wasn’t sure why they wanted to, but was happy to allow it anyway.

“I’m happy you married my son, Satya. Does he treat you well?”

“Knowing Niran, it’s Satya that looks after him.”

Niran rolled his eyes, and Satya went on to gush about how amazing her husband is, much to the two women’s surprise. She spoke about how he always did his best for her, always protected her, would give anything to see her smile. Her words touched him, and he couldn’t help but she’d a tear over how wonderful his wife is. He made a mental note to kiss her later, knowing she hated public displays of affection.

“See to it that you keep looking after her Niran. If I find out my Daughter in law is unhappy-“

“Yes mother! What do you think I’ve been doing the last few years!”

“Good. I raised you to be a gentleman.”

Niran swore if he eye rolled any harder he’d go blind. Soon his mother and sister were saying their goodbyes, his sister quite literally attacking Satya with kisses on both cheeks, squealing about how she couldn’t wait to be an auntie, and how she was happy they were sisters in law. Niran’s mother teared up again and gushed about how perfect of a daughter in law Satya was, once again scolding Niran for something, anything.

Once they left, the pair slumped back on the sofa and let out an exhausted sigh. Another overbearing Pruksamanee family visit completed. They weren’t awful people, but it was best to stick to small doses when they were involved.

“I’m so sorry my love.. Did I ever use to be that insufferable.. ugh I hate to think..”

“I like your family. They mean well.”

“They’re always trying to help. Frankly, I prefer if they gave up.”

She knew they weren’t on good terms, but he did his best. He was heartbroken when they didn’t attend his wedding. He tried so hard to make an effort for them, yet they gave him little in return. They were trying now however, and that’s all that mattered. Satya knew it was going to take Niran some time to feel comfortable around them again, time she was willing to give him.

“They love you. Me and the seedlings do too!”

——🪷——

After the stressful visit, the pair decided to make time for each other. Satya was at that stage where she was starting to feel tired more often, which led to her getting more needy for him to just cuddle with her for a while.

“Bua, I require a cuddle.”

“Of course, let me just-“

“Now please..”

She needn’t say another word. She looked so cute all pouty and expectant, his heart swelled at the sight. She reached her arms out to him from the sofa and made grabby hands, almost like a baby would. She was demanding in the cutest way, he couldn’t deny her.

“Oh my little baby.”

He slipped in beside her, and she slowly put her arms around him, making a cute little grunt sound on contact. She often made cute noises when she was happy, a trait he adored about her.

“Not so little anymore.. I’m huge.”

“More of you to love Satya, plus it’s a good thing no? More room for the little ones. We don’t want the seedlings getting squished now do we?”

“I suppose not..”

He firmly planted his lips against her forehead, his own arms wrapping around her for a cuddle. She was incredibly comfortable like this. He was warm and even started to wear thick fluffy sweaters to help with her sensory needs, craving the softness they bring. She liked the feel of them in her current state, and lord knows he wanted to avoid another clothing meltdown.

“Safe.” She purred against him.

“Always.” He chuckled.

The sweetest of moments often came at times like this. Satya had come to appreciate him more during this whole journey. He wasn’t perfect, but he made sure to put the effort in and give her everything she needed. As for Niran, he learnt that Satya was a force to be reckoned with. She had overcome so many problems and so many sensory issues, just to give him something he’s always wanted. A family. He loved watching her throughout pregnancy. He loved the new habits she had picked up. He loved her.

“I love you.” They both said, giggling as they realised the other had also said those words.

Loving the other was easy, it came with no stress nor strain. There’s no one Satya would rather do this with. He was her Bua, the person she trusted most with all her heart. There’s no one Niran would rather have kids with. She was his dearest, the person he loved more than anything in the world.

——🪷——

“That’s everything packed in the hospital bag Satya.”

“Did you pack everything I asked? Even the stuff you don’t deem worth packing?”

“Yes dear.”

This week, Satya started cleaning the whole apartment top to bottom. She had come to learn the phrase ‘nesting behaviour’ and quite liked it. She wanted everything to be ready for the babies, they would be far too busy when the twins would arrive.

“Niran have you had a chance to clean out the spare room yet?”

“No love, I’ll do it later today.”

“Can you do it now please?”

“Satya I’m a little busy with the fifty other jobs you gave me.”

Satya glared. She was starting to get a little stressed out with him. She gave him simple tasks with clear instructions, tasks they would take her no longer than thirty seconds and yet he was barely on his second task.

“Bua, please stop procrastinating.”

“I’m not!! Can you give me a break please!”

Niran was stressed too. Between the constant cleaning and looking after his heavily pregnant wife, he also had the babies on his mind. Their due date was looming ever closer, and he was worried for Satya. It was going to be a stressful process for her, he was trying not to allow himself to stress.

“It would be wise for you not to upset me Niran. I’m very hormonal. Honestly, you’re hopeless!”

“I’m sorry dearest.. I know you are.. I just have a lot on my mind too.. I’m trying my best..”

She felt a little bad for nagging him. He was all she could ever ask for and more. He did everything she asked, even if it did take him a little longer than expected. He had to do a lot of the heavy lifting, in fact lifting in general, not wanting to risk her hurting herself. It was clear to see why he was stressed and she quickly regret raising her voice at him.

“No, I’m sorry.. I should cut you a break Bua..”

“No need to apologise. I understand what you’re going through. I’m just a bit overtired is all. I haven’t been sleeping much recently.”

Neither of them could sleep well, and they would certainly need it once the babies arrived. Satya was too hot to sleep. She constantly felt sweaty and uncomfortable in any position. Her back and breasts ached so badly it’s all she could think about.

As for Niran, he constantly worried for her. He was scared how she would react come time to birth not one but two babies. Couple that with listening to his beautiful wife sob in pain and discomfort. How could he sleep knowing she could not.

“How are you feeling honey?”

“I’m so tired Niran.. everything hurts.. but I need to finish cleaning.”

“You need to listen to your body. Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

She tried to protest, but Niran wouldn’t take no for an answer. Instead he simply took her hand, and led her back to their room for her to lie down, whilst he finished off all his tasks and all of the cleaning jobs she started too.

She felt a little bad leaving him to do the rest, but on some level he was right. She would need all her strength in the coming days. It was getting to the point that standing was a hassle. Her back and breasts ached terribly and she just couldn’t wait to give birth.

Niran returned to ask her opinion on whether to keep something or donate it, but was delighted to find she had fallen asleep. His heart swelled and he just couldn’t help but take a picture of how sweet she looked. Her arms cradled her bump and she was well and truly out for the count. He sighed lovingly, gently placing a blanket on top of her and kissing her cheek.

“Sweet dreams dearest.”

——🪷——

The day was like any other. The couple spent their day together, enjoying a bit of time for themselves. They were recanting stories from their days at the academy, and enjoying one of the last moments as a couple, rather than a family.

“What do you miss most about the academy Satya?”

“Your snoring. It helped me sleep.”

“I don’t tend to snore much these days.

“You certainly do! I’m just too pregnant to get much of any sleep.”

They both laughed, before sharing a sweet kiss. The day was peaceful, quiet. It was all about to change. Satya laughed at one of Niran’s jokes, a little two hard, when she felt a popping sensation quickly followed by a gush of liquid below. Eyes wide, she looked to her husband, who stared back at her in complete shock.

“OH MY GOODNESS!!” Niran panicked. Hard.

He shot up off the sofa and ran to their bedroom to grab their hospital bags. He began listing things out loud that needed to take with them, mind whipped up in a frenzy.

“Keys, bags, Satya! Keys, bags, Satya! Keys! WHERE ARE THE KEYS?!”

“Niran..”

“I CANT FIND THEM! GAHHHH WHERE DID I PUT THEM?!”

“Niran..”

“UH NIRAN.. REALLY?! YOU LOSE THE KEYS NOW! YOU’RE SUCH AN IDIO-“

“NIRAN.”

His eyes snapped to her. She remained on the sofa, completely calm. She had a certain tranquility about her, one he envied at this time. She smiled at the stupid look on his face. He looked like a deer in headlights, eyes wide and lips slightly parted.

“Please calm down. It’s normal. We have time. Come and sit with me, and could you get me a towel?”

Niran nodded, still a little stunned to speak. She always did have a way of rendering him silent. He returned with a towel and a spare change of clothes for her, which she was grateful for. Still he said nothing, unsure of what to say.

“Niran, are you okay?”

He wasn’t sure. All he could think to do was hug her, squeezing her as tight as he could without hurting her or the babies. He was terrified, elated, excited. His brain was a mash up of different emotions, and he was still trying to form a consensus of what to feel.

“Yes. I apologise.”

“I’m scared too.. Everything is about to change again.”

He released her from his embrace, opting to hold her hand instead. They were going to be parents, to two wonderful babies.

“Satya, change can be good. I’m sorry for worrying and making it worse. You can do this! I’m right here. Every step of the way.”

“Yes, you’re right. I’m feeling okay.. I just don’t like change.”

“I know gorgeous, but we planned for this. Nothing has changed really.”

He was right in that sense. They had a whole plan laid out. She was aware of everything that would happen, she knew everything there was to know. Things would be fine, because she had her best friend and devoted husband by her side the whole time.

——🪷——

She was feeling fine until they got to the hospital, then everything got too much for her. She started to realise just how daunting this whole thing was and just how under prepared she really was. Niran remained by her side, promising her everything would be okay.

Thankfully Niran’s parents arranged a private delivery room for her with the best doctors and midwives possible. Nothing was too good for her. This was one of the times Niran was grateful for their overbearing presence. It would afford Satya some comfort, which she was desperately in need of.

Once in the room, Satya started to feel a little better about the whole thing, until the contractions started. They were so sudden and so painful she started to question if something was wrong. She felt as though she would throw up from the sensation, each and every time one hit. The constant contracting made it almost impossible for her to think of anything else. She couldn’t breathe through them, which only seemed to panic her more.

“I know it feels weird, it’s just your body getting ready… take some deep breaths with me. In…. And out….”

“I’m scared!!”

“I know darling… If I could take this pain from you I would.. Squeeze my hand..”

Niran offered her his hand to squeeze, and squeeze she did. She squeezed so hard her knuckles turned pale, tears spilling down her face as she looked to Niran for help. She didn’t want to go through with this anymore, she wanted it to stop. He did his best to comfort her, reminding her that he was right by her side and that she could do it, trying to remain supportive. Satya however couldn’t think past the pain, screaming each time a contraction hit. It was awfully traumatic.

“You can do this! You’ve achieved so much, this is another thing to add to your list of achievements Satya, please.. I know it hurts.. I’m so sorry…”

“MAKE IT STOP! I DON’T WANT TO DO THIS! ITS TOO MUCH! ITS TOO SOON!”

“Satya.. I’m right here.. listen to me.. I’m not going anywhere. I wish I could slow it down for you.. I wish I could make it easier.. I’m so sorry…”

Nothing could ever prepare her for the pain of childbirth however, she felt as though she was being tore in half. With each scream, Niran’s heart broke just a little bit more. He was desperate to heal her, but she wouldn’t let him for the same reasons as before, but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t think about it.

“You’re so close! I’m so proud of you! Oh Satya, I’ve never loved you more!”

Her mind began to tick on to autopilot and she started to shutdown. Everything was so overwhelming. The pain was too much, the lights were too bright, too many people touching her, too many people in her personal space. After a while stopped screaming, eyes fixed on a point in front of her, body going limp. Her mind was beginning to shut itself off from her body, at the worst possible time.

“No no! Satya, please if nothing else, listen to me. I’m right here! You feel my hand right? Squeeze it for me! Satya I’m right here, think of the kids. They are so excited to meet their beautiful, amazingly talented, perfect mother. You want to meet them too right? You can do this honey!”

“I’m so scared…. Please make it stop…”

“If there’s one thing I know about you Satya, it’s that you don’t give up. You’re a fighter!”

All she had to do was get through the pain. It hurt worse than being shot, and she had experienced that a few times working at Vishkar. Niran’s words spurred her on though and she found the strength to birth their first child, though she did so screaming and crying in pain.

She screamed so loud another doctor rushed in to check on them. Niran chocked back a sob, he could cry later, but right now she needed him most. He had never seen her like this and it terrified him. He had no right to panic, not when she was going through this.

“Just one more, you know you can do this. I’m so proud of you my love!”

“I DON’T WANT TO DO THAT AGAIN!!!”

“You know what to expect now.. It wont hurt anymore than the first.. That’s the boundary.. You CAN do this. You’ve proved so already..”

By the time their second was born, she was exhausted and in floods tears, her body shaking and mind still trying to catch up to what her body had just been through. The moment he was able to, Niran perked her up using his Biolight. It danced across her skin, tingling a bit as it seeped in, it felt weird feeling it again after so long, but she was grateful. He hoped it would give her some strength back and ease the pain as much as possible.

Satya reacted over and grabbed Niran pulling him in for a hug, body still shaking and half her mind still fixed on what she just went through. His warm arms were like another form of healing though, they helped her feel safe, and she started to calm down. She kept hold of Niran’s hand the whole time, apologising if she had hurt him.

Niran allowed himself to cry now, breaking down in a flood of tears. He was a father, but he couldn’t help but feel guilty for what she just went through. Although his tears were mostly joyous, some were guilt, for doing this to her. They remained connected via their hands, still firmly grasping each other. She was able to begin to regulate how she was feeling but Niran could tell she was mentally and physically drained.

“Congratulations, you have a very healthy baby boy and an equally healthy baby girl.”

“You hear that gorgeous? Both are healthy. You did so well Satya, I’m so proud of you. I know that was a lot for you..”

They had chosen to keep their genders a surprise until birth, something for them to look forward to. Satya was happy to have one of each, and Niran was elated to have at least one daughter. He dreamed of having a little girl to dress up in beautiful clothes someday and now he had just that, and an adorable son too! They lucked out.

“Do you feel up to holding them Satya? I know that you’re still processing, but I think holding them would help.”

Niran wanted Satya to hold the babies first, it was only fair seeing as she put all the effort in. He was willing to wait as long as she needed, encouraging her to process it all for as long as it took. She didn’t need to rush, she could take her time. Once she was ready, the nurse handed the babies to her, one in each arm.

Her mind became clearer the moment she made contact with them. The whole ordeal was still very traumatic, but she and the babies were very healthy, and that majorly eased her concerns too. Holding them was like a reset for her mind. It was a constant reminder that she and the twins were both healthy. It proved to her that she did it, and it allowed her to start to move past the trauma and enjoy the moment, even if it was only for now.

The twins were such tiny little things, and would look even smaller in Niran’s arms. She couldn’t believe that she had been carrying these little angels this whole time, the concept was still pretty crazy to her.

“Should I talk to them?”

She wasn’t really sure what to do in this moment. Her mind was still elsewhere, but getting better. She thought her motherly instincts would kick in, but maybe she just needed some time to process it all.

“Do what feels natural dearest.”

Niran’s hand rested gently on her shoulder, still very much in tears, staring lovingly at his new family. Satya had given him the most precious thing of all, and for that he couldn’t love her more if he tried. Both babies were healthy, and adorable looking. He was a proud husband and father.

“Hi.. I’m your mother and I love you both so very much..” She spoke softly. “And this blubbering idiot here is your father… I am sorry for the inconvenience.”

“Hey!”

Niran was amused by her quip, whipping his tears from his cheeks and leaning down to kiss her forehead. She smirked at him and stuck her tongue out in fun. He was glad to see her start to relax after what was quite possibly one of the more traumatic events in her life.

“Sooooo… Can I hold them now?!!” He was giddy, practically bouncing off the walls with excitement. “Come on, share! You’ve carried them for nine months, I want a turn!”

His eyes sparkled with delight when she nodded, shifting in her bed and turning to him. A nurse helped her hand the twins to him and he was surprised at just how light they were to carry, it had his heart melting.

“Hey there my little seedling…Oh my goodness Satya! They are even cuter up close!” He squealed silently, not wanting to upset them. “Woah.. They are perfect aren’t they!?”

“Did you expect anything less from such an efficient architect?”

“Ahem, two efficient architects thank you.”

“You don’t count, you’re a drop out.”

Niran gasped, feigning shock. If he had a hand free, he would have placed it to his forehead, pretending that he was about to faint. He was very dramatic like that.

“Not in front of the twins Satya! I have to make a good first impression!” He teased.

“Dummy, they’ll come to realise just how useless you are in due time Bua, but they’ll love you for it.”

“So mean isn’t she!” He exclaimed to the babies.

It was times like this that Satya really appreciated Niran. He was never afraid to joke around with her and lighten the mood. It was just what she needed in a time like this. He was already a great father, she could tell he adored the twins more than anything in the world.

“In all honestly my little seedlings.. I’m going to love and protect you with all that I have. You will grow up with the best childhood and will never face the horrors that your mother and I have faced. Nothing will harm you for as long as your mother and I live. You are very cherished little ones. Daddy loves you!”

They decided on names rather quickly, choosing to call their son ‘Surya’ meaning sun, and their daughter ‘Chandra’ meaning moon. Very fitting names given the couples history, such pretty names too. Whilst Satya got some much needed sleep, Niran dressed the twins in into their one pieces, with matching hats to keep them warm. They looked so perfect, that Niran couldn’t help but shed a tear again. He looked over at his sleeping wife, heart thumping.

“Thank you Satya.”

——🪷——

“And then out of no where your mother throws up the most gorgeous looking hardlight wall I have ever seen! Not a single Null Sector made it past her that day, I made sure of that of course! Nothing is going to harm my Satya!”

Niran was recounting their ordeal with Null Sector back at the Arcology. He told the twins how brave and selfless Satya was, and how she saved so many people and Omnics that day. Of course he explained how he helped too, even giving tiny demonstrations to his kids, who sat in front of him in awe. They loved to listen to him at story time.

“Woah daddy! That’s so cool!”

“Were you scared?”

“A little, but with your mother by my side, I could do anything.”

Satya smiled at the sight. Niran was the perfect dad. He was attentive, loving, nurturing. He provided the twins with everything they could ever need in life. It was a beautiful thing for her to watch.

“Okay you two, bed time.” She clapped, drawing their attention.

“But Mummmm! Dad was telling us stories” Surya whined.

“Listen to your mother, daddy will tell you more exciting stories tomorrow! Promise!”

The twins squealed in delight and got ready for bed, hugging and kissing their parents goodnight. It was hard to believe just how many time had pasted. The twins were three already. It seemed like only yesterday that they were still babies.

They made a great team back then. Niran offered to take the night shifts whilst Satya got much needed and deserved rest. He was often the night owl of the pair so it was an easy choice to make. It was hard for the first few months, they hardly saw each other due to the ‘shifts’ they were on for the twins, but they got through it. It got easier as the grew and they learned to cope and handle anything that came their way. They were a team, always.

“You knowwwww.” Niran slowly wrapped his arms around his pretty wife from behind. “The kids are sound asleep, the night is young.. and well.. you’re just too beautiful to resist.” He breathed softly at her ear, rubbing circles on her hips with his thumbs.

Satya smiled, leaning back into his chest craving the warmth. Her husband was ever so smooth when he asked her for some affection. Subtle and sweet.

“Mhm, such a beautiful night too.”

“Isn’t it though. The perfect time for some alone time hmm? Do you want to watch a movie? I can make us some dinner, we can have a glass of wine. Anything you desire, and I mean anything.” He winked, voice low and husky.

Satya sighed, peaking Niran’s curiosity. She didn’t look sad by his standards, but something did seem to be on her mind. He slowly spun her around, hand cupping her cheek. She seemed to perk up but he asked her anyway.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes. I’m just thinking.”

“About?”

“I think I want another baby. I miss being pregnant. Seeing you with our kids today just makes me want to have more.. Is that stupid?”

Niran had a gleam in his eyes, one that Satya knew all too well. His lips curved into a small smouldering smirk, hands trailing down her body to her gorgeous hips, pulling her closer. Her husband had this devilish charm about him, especially when he was setting the mood.

“Well Satya, I suppose they are fun to make, aren’t they?”

[theladysherlock]

Hello everyone it's time for me to talk about Delit let's goooo

So I think something to know about me and shipping in general is that I only REALLY vibe with it when it's canon compliant/just barely canon divergent OR it's so not explored that I have free reign to do what I want. As much as I'm like "fuck canon do whatever you want" I definitely prefer things to feel within the realm of possibility. (Unless we're talking crossovers and crack ships and whatnot but I'm not usually into those for more than The Bit). I also hate when there's multi ship stuff that actively shits on the main love interest, or fucks with their characterization to turn them into a rival. So the thing that helps both of those things work for me is that at this point in the story, Alek is SO on board with the idea.

Not to make a WLW ship about a man but I think Alek's ability to step out of the picture romantically without it being a Whole Thing is what opens the door for me. If I'm reading Delit, I don't want to read about Alek getting his feelings hurt because he's not the main love interest anymore. That's not why I'm there, you know? (Plus if they do write him getting his feelings hurt, I know their characterization is off-- at this point he's not interested in Deryn romantically and is actively cheering them on in their dating endeavors).

Like I said earlier, the time skips do a lot of the heavy lifting for their relationship here, we don't get to see them getting closer so we can imagine whatever we want. But we already know Lilit likes Deryn. So why shouldn't Deryn like Lilit? They already said that she's really cool and interesting and talented and pretty. Plus the two of them have a lot in common, with the whole dead parents and also breaking societal norms thing. It's fun! It works! You don't even have to twist canon that much! You can still get the whole Clanker/Darwinist thing! And the whole "oh we can't be together" but doing it anyway thing! It's just fun. I like the two of them being clever and adventurous together.

Also I would be remiss if I didn't mention my dear mutual @thequeenpatches who was instrumental to my enjoyment of the ship from 2011-2017. She hasn't been online in YEARS but her writing is excellent, especially her Delit content. I hope she's doing well. Give her blog a look if you're interested in a time capsule of the leviathan fandom from the 2010s, or if you want some good fuckin food.

(Also also Alek/Deryn/Lilit is the first ship I ever went "they've got two hands" about, also due to thequeenpatches's influence. I just think they're neat!)

[the-chessboard-is-personal]

season 2 time wahoo another damn liveblog am I right??

(liveblogging ii season 2, for if it's not obvious. same style as last ii liveblog)

1 - woahh! okay I love the style tbh. wait. Super Mario 3D World/Initial release date: November 21, 2013. this episode: Apr 2, 2013. INANIMATE INSANITY PREDICTED THE DOUBLE CHERRY???? ...huh. weird. why does MePhone have an app for that? y'know, RESURRECTION?

2 - MePad ? can teleport? ?? yeah that egg is gonna be relevant again isn't it

3 - BOW INATOR?? holy shit holy shit ohhg waow,,there is something in this episode that I want so much. lmao. "umm huh, lmhuehyahahuh.." (<- me attempting to spell what test tube said at the end of the ep)

4 - I didn't think the elimination song sucked.. hey wait why does it sound like they get killed or something when they go through the portal. also where does the portal lead

5 - SEVEN?? MeOS SEVEN??? oh huh. is that why someone who dies in space can't come back? OH THE NO SERVICE COMMENT WAS FORESHADOWING!!? wait why is that how it works. why does MePhone specifically get notifications about people dying. wh- okay?? that was ominous ?MePhone what does that rnean. ..chESS MENTIONED

6 - aaand there's another one. ANOTHER TWO??? .oh :| ...what the entire fuck. and yep this episode makes me uncomfortable. who would've FUCKING GUESSED

7 - oh so THAT'S where the portal lead. ..as down as the WHAT- ouhjghhu nooo... not a song

8 - ah yes, MePhone got The Common Code- oh. also idc what the objects say, ftrEwy7u9iop8oaTE7gI is a wonderful name for a challenge. or a password. each new MePhone gets less understandable because of the "techy" voice effec- oh he's dead. [sees Steve Cobs's reaction to the egg] ohh okay. one moment [walks away from the computer]please don't be like dsmp please don't be like dsmp please don't be like dsmp please don't be like dsmp plehokay. oh I don't like him

9 - ...I'm not crying you're crying.,, uohg this is the second time a show like this has had something that felt like it was directed at me. and the other time was Gothi talking to Xanu in Fool's Gold,.,. which was also about moving on.. is.. is that wh- oh hey a gravity falls reference. haha lol :) ...oh this is the depression eppisode. BITCH -> 🌮 <- BITCH

10 - aha! I've figured it out! the secret is MPABZCEAS!! holy fucking shit my joke was immediately kind of relevant. wha..suitcase?? y'know that voice kinda sounded like MePhone

11 - wHUH SMG4 SOUND?! oh wait that sound probably isn't from SMG4, that's just the first time I heard it. still though, neat. ...wild theory. I'm gonna sound like Fan here, but. "Is anything on this show real?" seems.hmm idk. sus. I call foreshadowing. hokay something's definitely going on with Suitcase. oH FOR FUCK'S SAKE yep don't like this episode either

12 - oh fuck they're in episode 1. oh fuck they're in HWUH ?? ..ohh MePhone hates Cobs too. hey if anyone's read this far, I want to know who's your favorite character from the alternate timeline, because why not! mine is Traffic Light

13 - woahhh MePhone backstory! oh. oh I do Not trust that "screen protector". HEY HEY WHAT WAS THAT WHISPER [turns on captions] oh. oh REALLY. HMM. ...wh. what. what what what what what ROBOT ADAM?? MEPHONE 3???? WHAT WHAT WHAT AAAAAAAA UH OH! UH OH OH NO UH OH!! ohkay this is the panic time, the time in every show tumblr freaks out about where things go CRAZY. OKAY OKAY I'M READY AAAAAA

14 - so the person who told me I should watch ii said I need to watch all of season 3 after this episode. I have no idea why! oh fuck! but anyway. that rneans I'll be splitting this section into actual paragraphs since this is the last episode of this liveblog. (<- said that before starting the episode). anyway.

okay. okay Fan just got abducted. ..hhhow did he know that. how did he know that MePad let Marshmallow leave. .hey hey what's with the shot of that panel with the hole in it. maybe I'm just tired but that doesn't seem..right. and not in the bad writing way.

uhm. hey 17:36 isn't supposed to be hitting me too whY IS IT HITTING ME TOO WAUGH.

"is that what you said to Pickle" OHH DAMN MY HEART DROPPED LIKE THE SCENE HOLY SHIT. wait IS FAN DEAD FOREVER??

wait didn't test Tube get eliminated? why did Microphone go through the portal??

looking at the comments for. tbh I forgot what reason when i saw this one

uh knew what KNEW WHAT OH FU-

anyway. so Fan glitching is. gonna be foreshadowing? oh boy let me guess... uhh.. wait why would Fan glitch. other things that glitch are..the tree MePhone made for Cobs? MePhone himself when Tissue Box sneezed on him?? that MePhone 3?? but none of that has anything to do with Fan..

unless.. AHA!

FAN IS A PROJECTION MADE BY ONE OF THE NEWER MEPHONES

COBS IS GOING TO KNOW WHERE THEY ARE AS LONG AS FAN IS THERE!!

although with Fan eliminated, th- oh there's an after credits scene?

UH. UM. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT

AND THE OMINOUS OUTRO THEME. UH OH

okokokokokokayokayokayokay. that's obviously some kind of MePhone. the Meeple logo is there and it's phone shaped, so. that's pretty obvious. but not one that's been seen before, right? like not even a model that's been seen before, because none of them have the grabby hands.

because of the red X imagery I'm gonna guess this one is called MePhone X. and if not, well I'm gonna refer to it as that until I find out otherwise

with how scary that moment was clearly intended to be, we can all agree that Toilet just got permakilled, right? like. despite not being in space? that was definitely. not anything good that happened to Toilet there. I'm just gonna assume Toilet's dead, yep that just happened. aaand now there's a seemingly murderous (although maybe it had a grudge against Toilet for some reason, but I find that unlikely) MePhone roaming around. n e a t .

thiiiiinking that thing is the exception to the "each MePhone we see is dumber than the last" rule that seems to be present. hm. wonder who the Big Villain is going to be

welp it's too late to binge s3 rn so uh. yeap. okay. sure. that's a thing

[lookingfts]

Speaking of "Perfect Places", I immediately had to re-read it and it reminded me that I am still wondering how long they will keep having explosive hate-sex and what the one thing to finally break them and make them realize that there is less hate than they thought would be? And how would Edwina react.

Oh boy, this story haha. I have about four different ways it could go in my notes and I have no idea if I'll ever write any of them...sometimes I like a story without a neat resolution, and sometimes I like to throw around ideas without the burden of actually filling the details out.

I don't think Anthony really thinks he hates Kate at all...he just likes pushing her buttons because it gets her all hot and bothered and into his arms. He's taking what he can get, even if he has to keep dating Edwina. He's pretty sure it's all going to blow up spectacularly, but he can't stop. And in trademark Anthony logic, he's trying to be good to Edwina because he knows it's what Kate wants.

Kate definitely hates Anthony and hates herself for going back to him again and again. She fully intends to stop any day now, and for Edwina to never find out. Of course Edwina has to find out eventually, and it'll go about as well as in canon.

Other than that...it's anyone's guess lol. I have a version where Anthony and Edwina break up and Kanthony keep finding each other and working through their shit over the next few years. I have a version where they keep having sex secretly but Kate won't let it become anything more than that, even when Anthony starts to push for more.

There's also a version where Anthony defends Kate and Edwina to the Sheffields, Edwina says she loves Anthony, and Kate and Anthony have sex while Kate tells him that her sister is in love with him. She asks why he did it, but they both know it was for Kate. I think that would be a pretty defining moment for all of them.