#Trying to assume what they will do and how they'll be IS ALREADY BAD TO BEGIN WITH

[ray935sworld]

At the person that commented that the Rossi sister dominance will beat the Marquez brother dominace...

Look at me. *hits you* THOSE. *hits you* ARE. *hits you* CHILDREN. *hits you* A TOODLER. *hits you* LEAVE THEM ALONE. *hits you* YOU DON'T KNOW IF THEY EVEN WANT TO RACE. *hits you* THEY ARE THEIR OWN PERSON. *hits you*

[chaepink]

can u make headcannons on sub!yan’s tendencies in the relationship?

also can i be 🉑 or 🌝 anon?

dating sub!yandere boys hcs ♡

sub!yandere boys when they date you.

wc: 1.1k+ words | masterlist

dom!fem!reader, unhealthy relationship, mention of killing/murder, both sfw and nsfw!, mention of feminization, bondage

note: yes you can be 🌝 anon!

— your yandere would be possessive of you, even more compared to when you two were just friends

— well, you thought you two were just friends. he already assumed you two were together sometime earlier during his friendship with you

— he would do anything for you in order to make sure you're happy and safe

— a friend of yours is getting too touchy with you? well the next day that friend is ignoring you and when you confront them, they look at you scared and quickly scurry away from you. did your yandere do something to them? surely not

— a weird guy keeps following you around your neighborhood? well a couple of days later you see on the news that his body has been found near a river and weirdly enough, you havent seen your yandere on the days before the guy's death

— you complain to your yandere about how a teacher gave you a bad grade on something you worked so hard on? suddenly your grade changes to a A and that same exact teacher suddenly resigns from the school

— he'll try his best to know where you are most of the time and try to follow you back home to make sure you're safe (though its really obvious, you don't acknowledge him so he thinks he's actually doing something)

— but no matter how scary and possessive they are of you, they just want to be good for you, really

— its almost as if they're a puppy for you, always there for your beck and call

— give them a simple command and they'll do it immediately, no questions asked

— ask them to buy you a snack from the nearest store? he'll return back with a bagful of others that he thought you would like

— they're super clingy and always want to be near you

— somehow they manage to have the same exact classes that you have and at the same time. maybe you guys are just lucky? little do you know that your yandere hacked into the principal's computer to change his schedule to fit with yours

— if you're sick, they would immediately fetch you some medicine and make so many bowls of your favorite soup that you're not sure you could finish them all

— they would be so sad when you're sick cause that means they can't be as close as they usually are with you :(

— in bed, nothing changes at all. rather, he becomes even more infatuated with you

— they're still so good and obedient for you, always following your commands. its cute

— like what i said with him doing it with no hesitation, your yandere is eager to do what you say

— tell him to get on his knees? say less as he's already doing so, staring up at you with such innocent eyes

— tell him to open his mouth for you to stick your fingers inside? he opens wide and sticks out his tongue in such a sinful manner, hazy eyes absolutely begging you to make him choke on your fingers as drool drips down his chin

— order him to suck your strap and get it all wet? he's quick to get in between your legs and get his hands on the fake dick, his mouth going straight to bobbing it up and down and gagging as it hits the back of his throat. he'll try to subtly grind his hard on against your foot without you noticing but you do anyways but he's being a good boy so you allow it

— and oh my god is he so shameless in public

— no hesitation in telling you what he wants you to do to him when there are people around

— you'll be at brunch with some of your friends and suddenly you'll feel a hot breath on your ear, such sinful words coming soon after

"im wearing lingerie under my clothes, your favorite set too. wouldn't you like to just ruin me right here and now? make me cry and look so pretty while you show everyone im yours?"

— safe to say that you immediately dragged him to the family bathroom and fingered him until he was gripping onto you for dear life, begging and crying out for you to stop and take pity on him (he's lying about wanting you to stop)

— when you're out with errands or just at work, he'll take such sinful pictures of himself to send to you randomly

— the pictures would include his legs spread out, a obvious bulge in his underwear, and something adorning his body whether its lingerie, a maid outfit, or rope that's tied so tightly on him

— if he's feeling like teasing you even more, he'll send whimpering audios that beg you to come home and fuck him and if you listen close enough, you'll hear some wet noises that let you know that he's masturbating

"f-fuck, [name] come back s-soon, please? i-i miss you so much! i- ah! i-im wearing your favorite outfit right now! i'll be a g-good ngh boy waiting for you ♡"

— itll end up with you rushing home after you're finished to fuck him dumb in that outfit, making it stained with his tears and cum

— he knows you can't really get him pregnant but your yandere just loves those straps with cum in them that you can just shoot inside him whenever you're fucking him fast and rough

— that'll make his eyes roll back and head throw backwards as he lets out such a loud mewl at the feeling of your fake cum filling him up

— and afterwards he'll tease you by using his fingers to push the cum thats gushing out of his hole back in before licking his fingers

— although your yandere is a good boy for you most of the time, theres times where he's a brat

— he'll talk back to you whenever you command him to do something or cum without permission

— but just some long edging or overstimulation will break him and turn him into a sobbing mess

— tying his hands to the headboard and keeping his legs spread apart whilst a vibrator is inside him on the highest setting is his favorite punishment

— your yandere thinks you don't know that since you do it all the time but you actually do know it, you just love the way his face is stained with his drool and tears while his chest and the sheets underneath him is covered in his cum afterwards

— such a slut but we love him for it

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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[lady-raziel]

idk man i know times are hard but i can't help but feel that watcher putting all their eggs in the basket that is their own streaming service is a bad call. like sure i totally get wanting a platform where you have full control both creatively and financially but i feel they might be misjudging how much loyalty non-hardcore fans might have for what they're creating. in every internet fandom there's a subsection of people willing to pay with actual money to support the creators they enjoy, and that's what services like patreon are for. but to expect that casual viewers will sign up and pay a monthly fee to get access to just watcher content when a large portion of them were likely just watching the content because it was free and accessible on youtube assumes that someone who isn't a diehard fan won't just go "oh well" and find something else on youtube that IS still free? that seems like a miscalculation to me. the massive fanbases online content creators have may literally be only possible because the content is available to anyone-- it seems foolish to assume that every single one of those fans is going to stick around once you try to upsell them.

i hope this new venture goes well for the watcher crew. I really do. but i also know that a lot of brands and startups that bank on the loyalty they earned when their product was free or low cost and expect that to sustain them while they try to do something that historically has not gone well for the vast majority of businesses. at best, they'll have halved their fanbase by alienating those who can't or don't want to pay and made it much more difficult for remaining fans to create fandom products like memes or gifs that promote their shows on social media. at worst, they'll discover in the near future the independent streaming service model is unsustainable with only the fans they have left and by that point they'll have already deleted themselves from youtube and made it impossible to come back to the level of success they had before. any attempt to return to youtube will be an admission of a critical miscalculation and i doubt many remaining fans will tolerate the back and forth. they'll have crippled their credibility, relevancy, and fanbase loyalty over a very short period of time-- and i don't know if it would even be possible to come back and still be beloved after all that.

worst of all-- if the watcher streaming service crashes and burns after they've already removed all their content from youtube, all the watcher shows are essentially going to become lost media, only accessible via reuploaders willing to risk a copy strike or if you know someone who has a copy downloaded. given how genuinely good the watcher content is in the sea of lackluster youtube mush, that really seems like a damn shame.

i hope the watcher team sees how everyone is responding and decides to course correct before it's too late and get away with only the hit to their reputation that they've already taken by announcing this, instead of pushing forward on a path that might lose them everything instead. nothing i've said here is with any hate intended toward anyone involved or those who are excited about the new service, but this just seems like a really ill-advised decision to me.

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS SAY IT, DOLL"

I WROTE ANOTHER FIC WITH BUCKY

This time with the enemies to lovers dinamic, cause I love it so much and I love it more if its with him lol (idk why, it is what it is)

I hope you like it!

WARNING: EXPLICIT SMUT UNDER THE CUT

It was the wedding of one of Tony's best friends, and for some strange reason, he'd invited the entire team to the ceremony.

You frowned when he pointed out the ENTIRE team, since that would mean you'd have to put up with the super soldier once again.

You and Bucky weren't getting along.

You argued nonstop; if he yelled, you yelled louder, and if he shot farther, you had to do it even more.

Your bad relationship reached such a point that Tony decided to separate you on missions, since you spent more time arguing than focusing on the mission, and that was something that simply couldn't happen.

You opened your closet, where you had several outfits you could wear for the occasion.

You were trying to choose one when there was a knock at the door. You opened it and it was Natasha, already dressed in a beautiful red dress and with elegant makeup.

"I just came to see how you were doing," he said, looking you up and down. "I can see you're not doing so well."

"It's not that, it's just that…" you snorted. "I don't want to go, Nat," you complained. "I don't understand why Tony's friend invited us all to his damn wedding."

Natasha stared at you for a few moments, until she saw the reason reflected in your eyes.

"I know you don't want to because of him," she said, "but we hardly ever get invited to these kinds of events, and even if Tony's millionaire friend doesn't know you, they'll both appreciate your presence," she encouraged you. "Tony is aware of how much these kinds of social events cost you, and even more so if we count on the "what if" factor," she said it in a way that made you smile. "Come on, make yourself pretty and show him that you don't mind his presence," she blurted out. "He can't be waiting all over you forever."

You thought about it for a few moments before nodding.

"You're right," you declared. "I'm going to get dressed."

"That's exactly what I wanted to hear!" The Widow smiled. "I'll wait for you out here."

"Nat," you whispered before she opened the door, "thank you."

"What are friends for?" she replied, returning the gesture.

You looked over your clothing options and decided on one of the outfits, which you quickly put on.

You put on your makeup naturally and, after grabbing a jacket just in case, left the room, where your friend was waiting for you, just as she had told you.

She looked you up and down for a moment and made the universal gesture of perfection with her hand, making you blush.

"Don't do that," you complained. "You know I'm really bad at accepting compliments."

"Well, you'll have to get used to it, because I'm sure you'll get a lot of them tonight," she winked at you as you walked to the garage to pick up one of Tony's cars.

"Don't tell me that, because I'm capable of going and changing into a tracksuit," you said, making him laugh. "Don't laugh, it's the truth!"

"I know," she murmured. "I'm laughing because I know you'd be capable."

She put the key in the ignition and started the car to drive to the ceremony. When you arrived and Nat left the keys with the valet at the entrance, you saw several people entering the venue, ready for the ceremony.

Your gaze traveled around the place, until it rested on Steve and Thor, who were talking animatedly with Tony and the man you assumed was the groom.

"We should go introduce ourselves," Natasha said, taking your arm.

Before you could refuse, she'd already dragged you there and introduced you with a wide smile.

"…and this is Y/N," she said. The man smiled at you kindly, nodding his head.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Y/N," he murmured, turning to the priest. "If you'll excuse me, I think I'm wanted."

"Of course, my friend. We wouldn't want to keep you on your big day,"

Tony said, smiling at him until he left.

"I know he's a friend of mine, but sometimes I wish he'd just shut up, at least for five minutes."

"I can't say the same," Steve intervened. "You know Buck."

The mere mention of his name made all your hair stand on end, which the blond noticed.

"Sorry, Y/N, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"Relax, it's okay," you smiled reassuringly. "Even if I don't like him, people are still going to say his name anyway." You laughed. "He almost sounds like Voldemort."

"Who?" he asked, and this time it was Tony who intervened.

"Another thing you missed that you need to put on your list," he said, and automatically, Steve pulled it out from inside his suit jacket. "The Harry Potter movies," Tony named, as Steve wrote it down.

"One more name," Rogers murmured. "I have to catch up as soon as possible."

"Little by little," you said. "You've missed a lot. Don't try to watch them all at once, otherwise you won't enjoy any of them."

Steve nodded in agreement with what you had said. It was then that his gaze rested on a spot behind your head, then looked back at you again.

"It's him, right?" – you asked in a whisper, and he nodded slowly with a grimace of disgust on his face – it's okay, pretend I'm not here.

When Bucky reached the group, he greeted everyone there except you, to whom he dedicated a look from top to bottom.

If your relationship were any different, you'd even say he was giving you a thorough once-over, but given your past history, you knew full well he was just picking holes in your outfit to make you look ridiculous in front of everyone.

"Y/N," he said, "You've decided to ditch your sweats for a day," he laughed, "It seems like a miracle."

"And there it is," you thought upon hearing his first sarcastic comment of the afternoon.

"Wow," he observed, "You've ditched your usual sweats for the wedding." He gave an amused smile. "How thoughtful of you."

"You, on the other hand, are still the same," you said disdainfully.

"While you're greasing your arm, you might as well do the same to your brain, see if it starts working properly."

The tension was palpable between you, and just as Steve and Nat were about to interrupt, the priest announced that the ceremony would soon begin.

You weren't much of a wedding fan, but you had to admit this one had been good.

The decor was elegantly arranged, and the guests weren't complete jerks, so you could say you enjoyed yourself.

Until you were shown into the dining room where the meal was to be held.

You wandered around the table looking for the sign with your name on it, and when you saw who your companion was sitting next to you, you thought it was a practical joke.

Later, you would find out that Tony had put you together on purpose, to see if you could finally resolve your differences and stop arguing as much as you normally did.

"Oh, great," he snorted when he saw you. "I'm supposed to sit here," he said resignedly, pausing to look at you for a brief moment. "You look good."

"Careful, Bucky," you warned. "If you keep saying that kind of thing, I'll even think you like me."

"I have no problem admitting that you look beautiful even if I don't like you," he said, making your eyes widen in surprise. He clicked his tongue as he shook his head from side to side.

"Just… accept the compliment, okay?" He huffed, annoyed. You nodded.

"Okay," you murmured with a nod.

He sat down next to you and began talking animatedly to the person on his left, while you took the opportunity to observe the impressive white and yellow decor.

The place was beautiful; it seemed as if I had suddenly arrived first.

That's when you realized he was looking at you.

You quickly moved your head towards him and blushed at the way his green eyes sparkled when they fell upon yours.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like, princess?" he whispered, your cheeks flushing red.

"Don't call me that," you blurted out. He nodded, an amused smile spreading across his lips.

He looked at you for a few moments in silence before speaking again.

"It's a shame we hate each other," he commented casually. "You have to admit we'd make a good couple." He tilted his head to observe your facial expression. "Don't look at me like that."

"How are you so sure of that?" you questioned. He nodded slowly.

"I just am," he replied simply, raising an eyebrow. "What's wrong, doll? You can't stand me, can you?"

You felt his metallic hand on your leg under the table, moving up to your knee.

"I can feel you trembling under my touch," he whispered. "That's hate, isn't it?" he inquired, but you were unable to respond, as all your attention was on his hand. "You hate doing this under the table in front of everyone, don't you?" he whispered, tracing the bone of your knee with his fingertips. "It's a shame you're wearing stockings," he murmured. "I would have liked to feel your skin."

"Are you doing this to distract me?" –you managed to ask when he slid his fingers down again-

“Of course I am,” he smiled, amused by your suffering. “If you want me to stop, just tell me, princess,” he whispered. “Tell me to stop, and you’ll discover how good I can make you feel right here, right now.” When you didn’t respond, he moved his fingers up to your groin, making you shiver with anticipation. “What if I touch you… here?” he questioned.

You straightened your back in an attempt to keep everyone from noticing what was happening down there.

“Now, baby, remind me how much you hate me while I massage this pussy over your stockings.” He growled, trapping it between his index finger and thumb, slowly making you lose your mind.

His long, masculine fingers stimulated you so hard you thought you might cum. Your lips parted in a shaky gasp. "More," you whispered, "please."

"No, princess," he shook his head. "These small, slow circles are all you're going to get," he decreed. "We don't want to draw attention to ourselves, right?" You nodded, a slight shiver coming over you, making him smile. "Was that a chill?" He murmured, focusing his gaze on you. "You can keep ranting all night about how much you hate me," he whispered.

"Your body is betraying you, baby," he blurted out, pointing out the obvious. "You want this desperately, and you want it with me."

You grabbed his wrist under the table, causing him to jerk his head up toward you.

"Do you want me to stop, doll?" he whispered. "All you have to do is say it," he whispered. "Do it, and we'll pretend this never happened," he said. "Admit it. You've been wanting to take all your hatred and frustration out on me for a while. Maybe you thought if we had sex, this would all be fine."

That comment was the trigger for you to quickly get up and leave the room.

The heels of your shoes clicked against the elegant floor as you listened to Bucky apologize for you and let the others know they'd be back in time for the food.

"Really? Are you running away from me?" he asked, as if he couldn't believe it. "Where are you going?"

You scanned the doors on either side of the hallway you were walking down. You opened one at random, and he walked in behind you, flashing a smug smile.

"Of course you had to find the only empty room in…"

He couldn't continue speaking as you crashed your lips against his desperately, even anxiously.

You needed him so much you couldn't think of anything else. You hated him, yes, but at the same time you needed him to fuck you until you forgot the reason you were doing it in the first place.

His eyes widened when you pulled away, before he placed his hands gently on your waist.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

Your gazes locked tightly, and when you nodded this time, he was the one who leaned in to kiss you.

His trimmed beard tickled your chin, but you didn't care, not when he was kissing you like this, like he was the last oxygen mask available during a zombie apocalypse.

You brought your hands to his chest and tugged at his tie, making him laugh against your lips.

He lifted you easily and sat you down on the table there. You wrapped your legs around him as he moved to kiss your neck.

You tilted your head to give him better access. Then he moved his hands to the straps of your dress.

"Can I pull this down, please?" he added, looking at you pleadingly.

You nodded, and his gaze fell on your collarbone, which he bent down to kiss, leaving a small bite on your shoulder that made you gasp.

You quickly got rid of his pants, and because you were so wet, he quickly slid inside you.

"You feel better than I imagined, baby," he growled, thrusting against you, reaching your depths with a single thrust. "Take it, doll," he panted. "Take it like the good girl I know you are," he whispered in your ear. "Are you going to be a good girl for me, princess?"

"Yes," you panted, digging your nails into his back. "Please, Buck…"

"Cum for me, doll," he growled, and that was all it took.

Later, as you were getting dressed, he gave you a sidelong glance accompanied by an amused smirk.

"This means you don't hate me so much anymore, right?"

You huffed and tossed him his pants so he could put them on so you could head back to the rest of the guests.

"Shut up, Barnes," you said, mimicking his gesture.

[couldtheybekira]

Catching Kira is overrated. Let's talk about not getting caught as Kira.

This is the reverse of @couldtheycatchkira where I give you a character and you determine if they could survive as Kira.

Important note: Assume the character is completely willing to be Kira. @wouldtheybecomekira already exists.

Second important note: "Being Kira" just means continuous use of the Death Note to kill. They don't have to get into the whole "God of a New World" thing if they don't want to.

There are six categories:

Never caught or suspected: Not only does this character live to actually create their new world, but nobody ever suspects it was actually them! I better not see you vote people into this category just because you like them or it'd be funny. Actually it being funny is valid

Suspected but never caught: It's about a five percent chance. They live to make their new world, and while people have certainly suggested it being them, and some believe it, there's just not enough evidence to convict them

Suspected only by whoever caught them: The general public was fooled, but someone, likely an enemy of that character in their canon, caught on to them and brought them to justice.

Suspected and eventually caught: Look, not even Actual Kira was perfect. They slip up little by little, and they get caught.

Caught almost instantly: Oh, all of that character's worst enemies die day one? Yeah, if they don't stop to think, it's pretty easy to lead investigators straight to them before Ryuk has the chance to not tell them some critical information.

Known, but can't be caught: In other words: "I'm Kira, whatcha gonna do about it?" For characters whose abilities outside of the Death Note mean that facing the law is barely even a possibility for them. (This one is a late addition, so early polls won't have it.)

(Results/Unqualified To Say): If you don't know, don't answer. I do try to include supplementary information when I know the character, and get it out of the submitter when I don't, though.

When you submit a character, please include their source media, and if you can, an image of them from their source media.

Additionally, ever so often we'll run polls about the Shinigami Eyes Deal and Relinquishing the Death Note and your memory of it.

For the Shinigami Eyes Deal:

Takes the Eye Deal instantly: As soon as it's on the table they accept. Yes, they did hear the part about losing half their remaining life span. They said they accept.

Takes the Eye Deal eventually: They'll come around to it, or if they think they don't have that long a natural lifespan left anyway.

Takes the Eye Deal due to desperate circumstances: They're forced into a bad spot and just need to get someone off them right now, or their life is gonna shortened by a lot more than half.

Uses someone else who took the Eye Deal: You can choose who, and what circumstances allow this to even be possible.

Never takes the Eye Deal: They just don't. Ever. It's either not worth it, it's too easy, whatever.

For Relinquishing the Death Note

Relinquishes Death Note permanently; no longer needs it: They've done what they needed with the notebook. I know I said we're assuming they're completely willing to become Kira, but we never said anything about staying Kira.

Relinquishes Death Note permanently; only way to survive: Investigators are getting too close to their trail and if they're interrogated they'll definitely crack. It's possible they also make someone else become Kira, but this is a one-way street. They do not remember this, ever.

Relinquishes Death Note temporarily; never regains it: It's very hard to stick to a plan you don't remember making. They relinquish the notebook with the intent of getting it back, and simply never do. Either to a change of heart, circumstances not allowing it, or what have you.

Relinquishes Death Note temporarily; regains it: The perfect alibi, perfectly executed. You can fill in the blanks for what their plan was and how it works, they're Kira, they'll do it.

Never relinquishes Death Note: Again, they just don't.

And also also, you can submit strategies for what you would do if you're Kira! These can be found under the tag "Kira's strategies," and are polled with the following options:

Flawless Strategy; Why didn't Light use this, is he stupid?

Great Strategy; On par with Light

Okay Strategy; Anyone could think of that

Poor Strategy; You've made some critical oversights

Terrible Strategy; This would get you caught faster

[lavender-bun]

No Air To Breathe

PAIRING | jj maybank x routledge!asthmatic!fem!reader

SUMMARY | Your asthma is acting up and not just a little bit...

WARNINGS | asthma attack, salbutamol overdose, vomiting, jj being a panicking golden retriever bf, angst with happy ending, my bad description of medical stuff (bare with me I tried my best 😭), not proofread cause I'm lazy 😶‍🌫️

A/N | totally did not write this because it happened to me a few days ago haha...yeah I'm better now tho no worries👌🏻

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The moment you woke up and made your way to the bathroom you knew your day wasn't going to be easy as you already felt out of breathe. You didn't thought much of it, grabbing your inhaler from the cabinet above the sink and taking a puff so you could go on with your day.

Some time later you started to feel how hard it was to do simple tasks, even just grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge without using your inhaler seemed impossible right now.

Laying in bed and listening to music you could still hear the others coming into the Chateau after their surf session. You got up and decided to join them in the living room, sitting down on the couch and taking another puff of your inhaler while JJ plopped beside you, instantly worried when he saw it in your hand.

"You alright, sugar?" He asked placing his hand on on your thigh, squeezing a little.

You nodded with a smile. "I'm fine, just feeling a little wheezy today."

JJ is not really convinced of your reassurance but nodded anyways, draping your legs over his lap and turning his attention back to the others who were bickering on who got the best wave.

Later in the evening you seemed to get even worse, your breathing now a lot shorter and your inhaler not really helping anymore. Slowly you started to worry and not only you did, JJ had been keeping an eye on you and to see how now any movement had you overwhelmed had him fidgeting a lot.

"Babe." He tried getting your attention and you lifted your head from his shoulder, looking at him with hooded eyes and your skin paler than usual. "Oh shit, you don't look good at all. I mean, you're still smoking hot but- you know what I mean!"

You chuckled and that was your mistake. You started to have a coughing fit, your breathing even worse now after it subsided.

You let your head fall back against JJ's shoulder, whining in distress and frustration, not understanding what's happening right now. JJ called out for John B, assuming your brother must know what to do, he always does.

A second later John B walked in with a can of beer in his hand. "What's up?"

"I don't know man. She- She can't really move without using this." JJ explained holding your inhaler up.

John B, already in big brother mode, walked over to you both holding your face with both hands, cursing under breath.

"Fuck- how many puffs did you take today kid?" He asked and you shrugged tiredly, not enjoying all those movements at all and your stomach doesn't like it either.

"Bucket..." You mumbled and John B rushed to get you one, just in time when your body wrenched forward to vomit.

"What's happening with her?" JJ asked, trying to keep his cool and holding your hair out of your face while you emptied your stomach.

"She overused her inhaler and now her circulation is fucked up." John B explained, calm as ever and putting the bucket down when you stopped puking. He grabbed his phone next and called for an ambulance, knowing things would get worse if he didn't act fast enough.

John B crouched in front of you, trying to get your attention again which was hard for you as everything seemed to exhaust you, even talking.

"You'll be okay. I called an ambulance, they'll be here soon, yeah?"

You just nodded, closing your eyes to get any type of rest but the boys have to keep you awake.

"Hey, stay with me baby. Just like that. Show me those pretty eyes." JJ smiled at you even when he's practically panicking on the inside and wishing he could just take away your suffering.

Meanwhile Pope, Kie, and Sarah caught up to what happened. All now scattered around the room and anxiously waiting for the ambulance to arrive.

Sure enough the paramedics walked inside the Chateau with Pope explaining what happened and in what state you're in.

JJ was holding you the whole time, comforting you and whispering affirmations in your ear. Just as you expected they have to take you to the hospital to give you proper medication and care there.

As soon as you got an IV drip and a oxygen mask JJ carefully got up with you in his arms, carrying you to the ambulance and gently placed you on the stretcher. He sat down beside you, holding your hand to let you know he's there while the paramedics moved around you.

In the hospital the pogues had to sit in the waiting room, angry that they could only wait for any doctor to tell them if you're fine or not. Even JJ couldn't go with you, only for the ride to the hospital and he almost punched the security guy that held him back from going to see how his girl is doing right now but John B eventually got him to sit down, talking some sense into him.

"Relax, dude. You're not helping her when you get arrested now. I know how this works. They keep her here for a few hours, give her medicine and oxygen, and when her oxygen saturation is better we can take her back home."

JJ nodded, taking his hat off and pulling at some strains of his hair. It kills him not being able to be with you in such a scary moment.

An hour later the doctor came into the waiting room and the pogues instantly sprung up, attacking the poor woman with all kinds of questions.

"Alright, let's calm down first." She told them, looking back at the clipboard in her hand. "So, she's going to be okay. She needs to take these antibiotics for the next ten days. Watch that she's drinking and eating enough because she'll still feel a little weak the next two or three days, so keep an eye on her."

The doctor handed John B the package of antibiotics and told them that they could go and see you now as you're stable again.

You smiled when you saw them rushing inside and to your bed, all of them just so relieved to have your normal self back.

JJ leaned down to give a quick peck to your lips, resting his forehead against yours for a moment.

"You scared the hell outta me..." He said and you reached up caress his cheek with your hand.

"I'm sorry." You pulled back from him. "I just- I thought it wouldn't end like that. I already saw the signs the second I woke up but..." You tried to explain your own stupidity but JJ cut you off.

"It's okay, you don't have to explain anything. You're fine now, that's what matters." He assured you.

"Can we go home now?" You asked and turned your head to your brother.

John B patted your head and nodded. "Sure kid, lemme just get a nurse real quick."

Finally back at the Chateau everyone decided a movie night would be the best to cheer you up and as always they were right, even when you're still not feeling all well you had the sleep that night, knowing your family was with you.

JJ held you the whole night, always on alert when you move just a single muscle, checking if you're alright and getting you everything you asked him for.

You really were blessed with this boy.

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[princessisfinethx]

Baby Fever

This post is inspired by all the babies running around my family right now. And also a comment I had gotten a while back about König being good with children. I don't know if I should tag them or not, would that be rude?

Warnings: Pure fluff, babies, Soft!König, baby fever König. Toddlers being toddlers. Established relationship.

König knew for certain he did not get baby fever easily. When he saw babies or kids, he would shrug and make a comment about how small they were or something. You were almost the same way, not wanting kids right now but couldn't help but adore the tiny babies and toddlers. You were dating for a while and agreed that kids were not an option right now. So, when you were asked to babysit for your brother and his wife, you asked König to come along to help you.

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You warned König that your brother had two boys and one girl. The boys were 6 (twins) the girl was 1. König made a comment about weird age difference, and you replied, "They get baby fever a lot more often than you know. And they want a big family." He nodded and you added. "She's pregnant again too." Which made König's eyes widen.

When you both arrived there, the boys ran to you excitedly, screaming about their auntie being back. But they quieted when they saw König. The large male stares down at the twin boys, waiting to see what they'll do. The first boy walks up and crosses his arms. "Why are you so big?"

König crossed his arms as well. "Why are you so tiny?"

The second boy laughs. "You sound like a evil bad guy!" The boys take off running and you chuckle at them. You now had a small girl on your hip. She hid her face from König and you smiled, rubbing her back.

"She's a little shy, but her mom said she's due for a nap." You walked him inside just as your brother and a pregnant wife walked out, yelling to call them if you had any trouble. König followed you inside while taking in the interior of the house. You were rocking the girl, humming for her to sleep. "Do you think you can watch the boys while I try putting her down to bed?"

He nodded. König made sure that you couldn't see his nervousness at the thought of watching two boys. You left to go put the young girl to sleep and on que, the twins came running out with play swords. One boy raised his sword at König. "Prepare evil villain! For we will slay you!"

König put his hands up and glared. "Attacking me while I am unarmed? How unfair!" The boys giggled at his accent, and maybe perhaps König was making his accent heavier on purpose, but he wouldn't admit that aloud.

When the small girl, Ember, was asleep, you walked out to the living room to find it empty and the front door open. When you inspect that as well, you find König outside with the boys, Dexter and Derrel. König was kneeling in front of one of them and smearing mud over his cheeks, the other twin boy already being marked by what you assumed was pretend war paint.

You crossed your arms as you watched König stand, some war paint of his own painted messily across his face. He was talking to them but you couldn't hear them.

~

"Why do you sound so funny?" One of the boys with the missing bottom and top teeth asked him. The other boy was only missing a few of his top teeth.

"I am from Austria." König finished his face paint and nodded to himself.

The twin boys looked at each other and then asked separate questions.

"Did you meet Steve Irwin? He catches animals."

"Have you ever wrestled a kangaroo?"

"Do you have to kill spiders as big as your face?!"

"Is it true that you can eat kangaroo like chicken?"

König had frowned, knowing they would misunderstand the moment he said it. "No, boys, that is Australia. Austria is further away." He stands. "Now we can play evil bad guy that gets stopped by cool good guys." The boys were giggling excitedly, and he held his hand up. "But wait, first, I must do something bad." He spied you coming down the steps and nodded. He walks over to you and picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder. "I have stolen your precious auntie, and she will be my prisoner!"

The boys screamed in a panic and rushed him, while you laughed and playfully screamed for help.

~~

A while later, while König and the boys played outside, you got a notification that the baby was awake. "I'll be right back, boys." You stand and walk to the house. When you left, the boy missing both his top/bottom teeth(Dexter) had looked at König.

"Are you going to marry our auntie?"

König thought about this and then answered. "I want to, but your auntie has to like me first. If she doesn't want to marry me, then I won't make her."

"Want me to ask her if she likes you?" He wiped his nose without a care in the world and König grinned.

"No, I am a big boy. I'll find out myself."

The other boy, Derrel, ran up to them while swinging his foam sword. "There's a girl in my class who kissed my friend Barry and it was gross!" He giggled. "Aren't you afraid girls have cooties?"

König chuckled. "I was told that girls and boys have cooties. Did you know cooties come from dirty kids who don't brush their teeth or wash their feet?" He watched the boys make faces, obviously not believing his statement.

You walked out the house with Ember on your hip, smiling down at her while speaking softly. When the boys saw them, Dexter walked up to you. "Emmy doesn't play right when we play games."

"Well, she's a baby, you know." You squat down and set the infant on a blanket laid out in the grass. "She doesn't know how to do much right now. You have to give her time to learn."

Derrel spoke next. "She sleeps a lot too."

König spoke up next. "Babies sleep a lot. When she was growing in your mommy's tummy, all she did was sleep. She was used to it, but now that she is out of your mommy's tummy, she has to get used to being awake. That's why she naps more than you two."

"Poor Emmy." One of them huffed, sitting beside the baby girl and giving her the foam sword which she took happily. "Ah! She has a weapon!"

"No! What have you done! She's unstoppable now!" König gasped dramatically and picked up the other sword. "I will defeat her!"

"No! That's my sister!" Dexter ran at König and jumped on his back. Following was Derrel, and König fell to the ground with a fake grunt of pain. You then picked up the baby girl and helped her walk over to the fallen König, where she screamed in some kind of excited baby scream. The twin boys yelled in victory while sitting atop the large fallen man. Ember held herself up on König's shoulder and he watched defeatedly as a line of drool fell on his face.

"Yack... I've been defeated."

~~~

After König won everyone over with his famous chocolate chip pancakes, everyone was settled down on the couch to watch Scooby-Doo. The boys have taken to sitting in König's arms and Ember played in her baby pin. When König said he never watched Scooby-Doo, the twins were excited to show and tell him all about the mystery-solving dog and the gang. And König was more than happy to listen to all of it. It was about an hour into the movie, and both boys had fallen asleep. König continued watching the movie. You took Ember in your arms and sat down beside them. "They really like you."

He perked up at this, looking over at you and grinning nervously at you and the baby. "You think so? I was nervous I would hurt them accidentally, or they would be scared of me." He watched as Ember reached for him and the Austrian man carefully moved his arm away from one of the boys to hold the small girl in his arms.

You had chuckled softly and laid your head back. "You're doing great with them. But I think those pancakes sealed the deal." You watched as the baby girl curiously poked and pulled at König's chin and lip. He poked his bottom lip out, then stuck his tongue at her. She watched in curiosity before doing the same thing, her hands slapping his face in excitement. You both laughed.

One of the boys woke up and moved over to you, laying his head in your lap and saying it was cold. You pull a blanket over him and gently ran your fingers through his messy hair. After he had fallen back asleep, you look up at König but find him entertaining the baby with his facial expressions.

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After you and König left, with sad goodbyes from the twins, you noticed how quiet your driver was. Looking up at him, you linked your hand in his free one, causing him to look over at you and interlock his fingers with yours. "What's on your mind?"

A lot. You, him, a family somewhere in the future, you with a wedding band on your left hand and a big belly carrying his child. He was staring forward at the road, and he sighed, a look of annoyance washed over his features. Should he tell you how he felt? What if you detest the idea of having kids with himm "The twins were so rowdy and annoying. Do all kids act that way?"

"Yes. Most of the time."

"And the baby girl, do all babies drool as much as her? It got on my face and my shirt."

"Yes." You watched him carefully, trying to figure out where he was going with this.

"Kids are filthy creatures. And clumsy. And a handful..." he brought the back of your hand up to his lips, holding your hand there for a moment. "And they cry for nothing."

"That's usually a toddler phase." You tilt your head. "König what's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong Liebling..." He sighed almost defeatedly. "But I can't help but picture us with our own crazy little children... and I want that very much." He looked at you after stopping at a stoplight. "I know we are not ready for kids yet, and we are not married. But I saw the way you look at them, and how big you smile at them and I can't help but want that too, with our own babies." His eyebrows furrowed in thought while he pressed another kiss to your knuckles. "But, maybe that's wrong to dream only after a day of caring for children."

You sit up in your seat and move your hand to cup his face. "It's not wrong to dream König...it's called baby fever." You smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his nose.

"You would make the most perfect mommy," He says in a desperately soft voice as you press your lips to his nose. He cups your face so you look into his eyes. "I would be honored to be the father. The best father. Say the word Mein Liebling, and I will give you as many children as you desire."

:')

Don't come after me I just- I dunno.

[lsunstreakerl]

The Cluck Chair

1.2k words, written in one hour. Christian POV, GP POV, Lando POV.

"Sorry, let me get this straight- your facility allowed someone to sneak in and hex my driver?"

The Silverstone rep winces.

"It is a minor hex?"

Christian clenches his jaw.

"Get out."

The representative leaves the room quickly, and Christian makes his way through the paddock back to hospitality, feet tracing the path to Max's drivers room.

'Minor hex' his ass- it's a good thing the race has already happened, because there's no fucking way they'd be able to get Max in the car now.

There's an engineer standing guard by the doorway, trying not to laugh at what Christian assumes is GP's continuous gentle arguing with Max.

Sure enough, as he gets closer and cracks the door, he can hear it.

"-ax, I'm sorry mate, they're not going to hatch-"

"So you think I'm a bad mother? You don't have faith in me?"

"No, I just- Max, they're unfertilized, you pulled them from the fridge."

"Don't say that about them! They are fine with a single parent, you are being discriminatory. I will tell HR that you are harassing an expecting mother."

Christian bites his lip hard, smoothing over his expression as he steps in. GP looks immensely grateful to see him, rising from where he's been crouched near the bathtub.

Max has thrown a thick blanket into the tub, and he's curled up in it, layered in a large sweat set, and Christian can't see them, but he's sure nothing's changed since he was last in here.

There's still five eggs being cradled to his chest.

Max turns to look at Christian, eyes wide, pupils blown with the telltale violet ring around his iris, an indication that he's under magical influence.

"You do not think I am a bad mother, surely."

GP groans off to his left, facepalming. Christian is suddenly deeply grateful for every professional development course he's had about keeping a straight face.

"I think you're a wonderful mother, Max. I just don't think hospitality is the best place for your... eggs."

Max frowns.

"The rookies, you mean."

And there's the snag in the whole situation. Max is convinced that the grid's rookies are stuck in the eggs, and the only way to free them is for the eggs to hatch.

It's ridiculous, but Max is the most stubborn man Christian has ever met, which means they're actually having to entertain the entire concept, or else he'll have a massive hissy fit.

"Right, yes, the rookies. Would it help if you actually saw them? Not in the egg?"

Max's eyes narrow, shoulders bunching up near his neck.

"Don't be stupid Christian, that's not possible. They are stuck in the eggs, which is why they need to hatch- I do not know why I have to explain this so many times, honestly. I am trying to take care of them."

The rookies are not in the eggs, Christian had just walked past Kimi on his way to hospitality. But getting the rookies in here means admitting to the other teams that Max is under a hex.

Worse, it means admitting to the other teams that Max is currently trying to brood a nests worth of unfertilized chicken eggs from the fridge, and if that gets out Christian will be hearing about for years.

If they could just get Max to do the entire nesting routine on the plane, that would be manageable, but-

"-No, GP, it will be bad for them- what if they get altitude sickness and can't breathe, and they can't tell me because they are in the egg? That is a very preventable death."

GP has been trying to circle Max through that particular argument fruitlessly for hours.

Christian knows when he's looking at a losing battle.

"How about we get you a place to bed down here, in the UK?"

Max's eyes blow wide.

"No, then they will be British! Absolutely not, that's unforgivable, Christian."

GP scrubs his palm down his face.

"Max, if you stay here in Silverstone hospitality, they'll still be 'British'."

Max frowns, thinking.

Christian is both deeply curious and also preemptively horrified at whatever solution Max is going to find.

"I will hatch them in international waters, so their countries can claim them."

Christian and GP both groan at the same time.

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"GP."

This has been the longest race week of Gianpiero's life.

"Yes Max."

"Why haven't they hatched yet?"

Gianpiero prays for patience, and for his pain pill to kill his headache, and also for the hex to wear off before Max starts to actually get distressed about not managing to hatch unfertilized chicken eggs from the hospitality fridge.

He sighs, long and drawn out. The phone call to his wife explaining why he was buying coffee from a random hotel in Silverstone- when he should've been home by now- is not how he'd wanted to start his day. Explaining biology to his not-son-son in his mid-twenties is not how he wanted to continue it.

"Because you're a very good mother, and they don't want to leave yet. Obviously."

He's been entertaining himself by coming up with increasingly outlandish explanations for Max.

Max just preens, smug in the bathtub.

"But surely they will want to leave soon? I am not happy about the British thing but we will get them passports right away."

"Oh, absolutely. And I bet if we ask the Prince of Monaco for residency for them, he'll give that too."

Max lights up.

"GP! You are so smart- and then they will be close to home! I'm not sure how the cats would feel about them, but I can teach them on the sim, and-"

Gianpiero tunes him out.

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Lando does a double take as he steps onto the plane. There's...

There's a pen, in the back. With chirping noises.

"Huh?"

Max looks up from where he's sitting next to the pen, one arm inside of it.

"Lando! Come see!"

He makes his way over warily, because he can't possibly be hearing it right- but sure enough, there's five small chicks running around the bottom of the pen, fuzzy and round.

He's momentarily distracted by how cute they are before he remembers how weird it is to have chickens on the plane.

"Uh, mate? Why the chickens?"

Max grins, running his finger over the top of one of their heads.

"I got hexed in Silverstone, to think the rookies were stuck in some eggs. They weren't, obviously, but the hex wouldn't wear off until the eggs I picked hatched- but I took eggs from the fridge, so they were of course never going to hatch anyways. GP pulled a fast one on me and swapped them all out with actual eggs."

Lando blinks.

Looks back down at the chicks.

"Fine, I didn't actually want to know. Keep your secrets."

Max laughs lightly, gesturing at a row of seats.

"If you sit in those, you can still watch them during takeoff."

Lando makes a face.

"A specific seat to watch some chicks roll around in a pen? Might as well have just called it a cuck chair."

He sees Max's mouth open, wicked glint in his eye, and it's like watching the joke descend from the sky, an inescapable presence that Lando knows is going to hurt.

"Cluck chair, you mean."

He groans, long and loud.

"Mate."

[thekoalapastriesbakery]

Himbo!driver reader being confused on why the grid have been being mean to charles, max and oscar (most of the grid are teasing them and betting on which one is going to get reader first) when they've been getting extra nice with reader, reader at first thinks its because the grid want some more affection too so he starts being nicer then he already is to the rest of the grid which in turn leads to them thinking that reader likes the flirting (reader doesn't even realize their flirting) which ups the teasing, reader see's this as them being meaner and just starts giving most of the grid short curt answers cause he's upset with them and he wants them to stop being mean this cause's everyone to kinda freak out cause this is way out of character for reader and the only ones that done get this treatment are most of the rookies along with max, charles and oscar.

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little reminder that i don't write for max anymore so he won't be included in this but the idea is great!

you've been spending a lot of time with charles and oscar

you know that!

... you don't know that they're both flirting with you, though

you just assumed that they're nice people (which they are, of course) and that they're just being friendly

so when the grid start teasing them about how they interact with you, you're ... very confused

especially because 99% of the time the other drivers act exactly the same way with you as charles and oscar do

especially with himbo!reader who may have been being flirted with forever and genuinely cannot tell the difference between normal conversation and flirting

so you're just like?? we were talking about shirts?? what's so interesting about that??

meanwhile oscar was saying your shirt was made of "boyfriend material" or something

but anyway, you think the grid is jealous that you're spending more time with charles and oscar and that you're being a bad friend

so you spend more time with them!

and you match the tone they use with you

help why is himbo!reader lowkey autistic!reader i'm sorry

and for a very short time it's all good

and then they start teasing you like they were teasing charles and oscar

and you just don't get that they're meaning it playfully

so you start pulling away again

the others think you're sending very mixed signals but you think they're sending very mixed signals and it's all just very confusing for everyone involved

your answers get shorter and shorter until they're usually monosyllabic

you go back to spending a lot of time with charles and oscar

and the rookies because ... well, why not

they're also less bold in terms of how they talk to you so they kinda never leave the cheesy shy flirting stage

which to you is just like ... shy and slightly more affectionate talking

like you've definitely called them "babe" without thinking about it on more than one occasion and been totally oblivious to them basically turning into strawberries/tomatoes/ferraris (pre-hp)

they genuinely don't know how to get it through your head that they all want you to be their boyfriend

in interviews you're just like "yeah we're really good friends haha"

and they're like ?? excuse me?

i think at some point you kind of just start dating without anyone actually asking

like hugs turn into cuddles turn into kisses turn into make out sessions turn into-

you get the picture

and eventually the others will realise that you just didn't think that the teasing was playful so they'll apologise and explain

by that point the whole internet and the whole paddock are trying to figure out who you're dating

when somebody points this out to you then have to go

"... fuck who AM i dating??"

lastly

the shared google calendar becomes sacred

time blocked out with you cannot be crossed/intruded on unless in emergencies

anyone who does will

they will not be popular let's put it that way

[steddieas-shegoes]

a lot alike

for @corrodedcoffinfest prompt 'gareth'

rated t | 997 words | cw: mention of shitty parenting | tags: side steddie, gareth and eddie are best friends, post vecna

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Gareth Emerson is born on July 25th, 1968.

Gareth's parent's divorce is finalized on August 8th, 1968.

Gareth's dad leaves town and never looks back on August 12th, 1968.

***

Eddie Munson is a lot of things, but first and foremost, he's Gareth's best friend. He's more like an older brother at this point, and an annoying one at that.

But he's always there for him, even when things go to absolute shit.

***

On March 29th, 1986, Gareth's dad decides to visit him.

It's not great timing considering the town is in shambles and his best friend is still technically facing murder charges. Steve Harrington says they'll be cleared, but he isn't sure he trusts Steve Harrington much. Robin Buckley backs him up, though, and he had a little bit of a crush on Robin for most of his Freshman year, so he supposes he can find it in himself to trust her.

No one is allowed to see Eddie except for his Uncle Wayne, and Wayne barely leaves his side.

So when Gareth's father comes into town, he doesn't know who to turn to.

Jeff and Frankie would probably be understanding about how confused he is, but they wouldn't get it. Not like Eddie would.

Eddie's dad came and went in his life more times than anyone could count, finally being forced to stay away thanks to a lengthy prison sentence and protective order keeping him away for nearly a decade. He knew what it was like firsthand, and knew Gareth well enough to know that most comforting words wouldn't help.

He's walking up and down the neighborhood, stepping over the cracks that make it seem like the town may splinter into pieces at any second, when Steve Harrington pulls up next to him in his BMW with his window down.

"You wanna go see him?" Steve asks.

"They'll let me in?" Gareth asks back, a little stunned to even see Steve in this part of town. He had no reason to be here as far as he knew.

"Hopper convinced them to let him make a guest list of a few people. You're on it. Hop in."

Gareth had no choice but to believe him.

***

"Nice to see you, son," Wayne patted him on the shoulder just outside of Eddie's room. "Doing okay?"

Gareth shrugged, pretty sure Wayne already knew the answer to that question.

"Well, Ed's on the upswing now. He's still in a lot of pain, so maybe keep your visit today short so he doesn't push himself." Wayne sighed. "Heard your old man was in town."

"You got some great hearing, then."

"He botherin' you and your ma?"

Gareth knew he was just looking out for him, but Steve was standing just on the other side of the door talking to Eddie about something before Gareth went in and he didn't need the King of Hawkins High to hear about his daddy issues.

"Nah. Just heard about the earthquake and decided to check on us for the first time ever."

"You let me know if he starts causing a problem for you two."

It was sweet of him to offer, but probably not necessary. His father was a piece of shit, but he never actively caused problems with them. He just...left.

"Can do."

Wayne squeezed his shoulder before walking down the hall and getting on the elevator.

When Gareth walked into the room, Steve was sitting on the side of the bed, arguing in a hushed tone. His head snapped up when the door closed behind Gareth.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt," he said as he stood awkwardly by the door. He was trying not to gawk at how bruised and scarred Eddie was, but failing. He'd assumed things were bad, but he didn't realize they were this bad. "I can wait outside."

"It's okay, Stevie here was just heading out. He's on a top secret mission to get me some burgers and fries so I don't have to eat another nearly expired fruit cup for dinner." Eddie smiled, or tried to, his mouth falling down into a frown when it seemed to pull on stitches holding him together.

"You gonna hang out a bit? I can grab you something too," Steve offered as he stood, his hand brushing against the back of Eddie's. "I could stop somewhere else if you don't want burgers. I think the pizza place is open again."

"A burger's fine, man. Thanks."

"Cool. Be back soon."

It didn't look like he wanted to leave, but Eddie gave him a small smile and nod and Steve did.

"Not King Steve, man. Anyone but him," Gareth groaned as soon as he was sure Steve was gone. "How?"

"He's not so bad. He's buying you lunch, right?"

"I guess, but I need the whole story soon."

"Maybe after you tell me about your dad being in town."

Gareth gulped. He didn't think Eddie would've heard, but maybe Wayne had warned him.

"Not sure what to say about a guy I don't know." Gareth sighed. "Just wish he hadn't bothered. We're fine. We've been fine this whole time."

Eddie nodded. "He being polite?"

Gareth smirked. That was Eddie's nice way of asking if he needed to get Wayne to take care of someone.

"He's fine. I promise. He probably won't stick around for long. Not with the way half the town isn't even here anymore and the other half is barely functioning." Gareth nudged Eddie's unbandaged hand. "You gonna be okay?"

"If this didn't kill me, nothing will!" Eddie grinned, wincing after a few seconds. "But man have I got some ideas for our next campaign."

"Yeah?"

"Yep. Steve offered his place when I break free if you want."

"Harrington's house used for DnD instead of parties?" Gareth couldn't quite believe it.

"Won't be the first time," Eddie said as he winked. "You in?"

"Sure."

Eddie went off on a tangent about some new monsters while Gareth sat back and smiled.

[zettaireido-emotion]

QUARTET NIGHT TNXXXX Duet Song Documentary Summary

I'll never find the time to make a full translation so here's a summary of the drama track documentary!! sorry if it has sloppy writing, I was re-listening to it and typing away as much as I could...

Chapter 1

QN are having a meeting about the upcoming concert. The solo songs are already done, and they want to do the group songs later, once they have a clear direction for the entire concert. Reiji suggests doing duet songs! The others agree that it's a good idea. To decide which pairings they should go for, they briefly go over every duet song they've already done. When Reiji mentions Non-Fiction, Ran & Myu immediately claim that they do NOT want to pair up. They then start provoking each other about it (C: "We're not on the same level" R: "Huh, you're just scared"), and Reiji tries to calm Ranmaru down. Ai does the same for Camus. So, Ranmaru says that they should go with these duos. Everyone likes the idea because it's the same combination as their first duets, so it'll be cool to see how much they've grown (also Ranmaru and Camus try to drag Reiji and Ai into their rivalry lmaoo). After that, they decide that the overall theme should be "call and response," so the fans can participate in the songs too.

Chapter 2

Reiji and Ranmaru's first meeting for their song. They want to find a good call for all the my girls and my boys~ to include the audience as much as possible and make them yell. Ranmaru wants a sound that comes from the stomach. They spend a whole minute making woo! woa! wOAR! WOY! sounds until they find the right one and high-five. (Btw, there's a high-five in every single chapter, "group that doesn't get along," you're not fooling anyone)

Chapter 3

Same thing with Ai and Camus. They want to find the best way to express their love for the fans, because an idol is someone that is loved and loves back. Ai thinks of a kiss, so he literally makes a kiss sound and asks Camus to do the same.

Chapter 4

While Reiji and Ranmaru are working on the lyrics, Reiji laughs to himself and reminisces about the first time they did a duet song together, back when they didn't know each other very well. Ranmaru adds that back then, he didn't really want to be an idol, to which Reiji responds that it was the opposite for him. He was really enthusiastic about his work, even if there were times when he wasn't sure if he should continue. He started as a child actor, had his ups and downs, but still strived to survive in the industry. Then, he got to be a part of QN, which gave him so many new paths he couldn't have found on his own. Ranmaru stays quiet. Reiji continues and says that it was like they shone a light on his future, made him really happy, and reminded him that he loved being an idol after all. And that feeling hasn't changed, even if he was never sure how far they could go, or when they would reach their limit. That's why the upcoming concert is really important to him. Ranmaru gives Reiji a very strong slap on the back, and tells him to focus on the current song (rather than when this could all end, I'm assuming). They both laugh and Reiji says that Ranmaru has a strength of mind that he's always admired. To him, Ranmaru is really reliable and has helped him so much. Ranmaru brushes off the compliments and says that worrying or feeling lost isn't a bad thing, it means that there's room for growth. What's important is the choices you make, because life is just an amalgamation of all your choices. They conclude that they'll be the ones to choose their own lives.

Chapter 5

Back to Ai and Camus. Ai notes that the song is quite different from Camus's usual vibe, and Camus answers that it opens a new door for him and he'll do whatever is asked of him if it's to please the fans. He talks about how he ended up becoming an idol: if his past self knew that he'd be working as an idol in a foreign country, he'd be really surprised. A lot of things have changed, be it his surroundings or Camus himself. He recalls that back in his homeland, he didn't have any real friends, and he couldn't even consider his own family as allies. Ai gets up and hugs him!! It's so cute that I made subtitles for this scene here. Ai says that he'd also like to hug all of their fans, but that's impossible, so they agree to put that feeling into the song instead. When they finish up, Camus confesses that Ai is really important to him, and Ai says he feels the same way.

Chapter 6

Ran to the Rei recording. Ranmaru is wondering about what he actually wants to do in life, then Reiji appears and tackles him (lol) Ran says that the recording session is going great, which makes Reiji happy. He comments that this ROCKIN song suits Ranmaru. That makes Ranmaru get stuck on the word "rock." He talks about how, unlike Reiji, he never set out to be an idol, and still doesn't think he's right for the job. Reiji asks him if he'd rather be in a band like in the past, but Ranmaru says no. Reiji goes on a little monologue about how you can't change the past, and that's why it's easy to have regrets, or to wonder if you should have done something differently. He asks Ranmaru if he's worried that he's not giving it his all as an idol. Ranmaru hesitates, so Reiji says he doesn't have to answer. Ranmaru simply says that his desire to sing has never changed. Reiji then does an imitation of Ran's voice with what he said in chapter 4, "just focus on the current song" and that makes him laugh. Reiji also adds that he might he might find the answer to his worries during the upcoming concert.

Chapter 7

God Love Keihou Hatsurei recording. Ai says that singing this song makes him wonder about love. The more you like someone, the more you want to know about them, and the more you want them to know about you. Camus says that that's a natural outcome when you become close. Ai asks him what he would think if someone was hiding a secret from a person they loved at lot. They can't tell them the truth, because it wouldn't solve anything, and they're scared of what would happen if the truth was out. It could suddenly create a rift between them. Camus relates to the guilt of feeling like you're deceiving someone. But he laughs (I got a heart attack) and says that everyone has secrets, including himself and all their fans. Sometimes there's no point in trying to know everything about someone, what's important is to understand each other and keep moving forward together. But it's true that you can become more and more greedy the deeper you fall in love. However, that's just how humans are, and it's a proof of love. Ai thanks Camus, but Camus replies that he only stated the obvious, and that Ai's voice is absolutely necessary for this song. So Ai declares that he'll try to convey the feeling "I'll love you forever" through the song. (I didn't run out of steam or anything, the last three tracks are under 2 minutes so there's not much to say)

Chapter 8

Reiji and Ranmaru are exhausted after the recording, and comment that the staging is going to be pretty difficult, but they want to perform in a way that'll surprise Ai and Camus. Ranmaru reminds Reiji that he'll need to work out to be strong enough for the live, and Reiji is like "Uhh, I just remembered I have to leave, byyyeeee!!" and the track ends with Ranmaru running after him.

Chapter 9

Ai and Camus are finished recording. Ai thinks that the "chu~" in Myu's low voice is impressive, considering the gap between that and his usual image. Camus takes it as a compliment. They bring up the fact that during the performance, they have to find a way to get as close to the audience as possible (I wonder what that will entail lol).

Chapter 10

Reiji claps for the group to congratulate them on finishing the duet songs, and Ai says they sound better than he could have imagined. They all discuss how they have to make this the best show ever, they can't wait to see the fans, etc!

[leviathan-supersystem]

how do you get good at debating? how do you put on a cruel stage show? how do you get practice identifying the buckling points in someone’s argument as it happens?

the first and most important part is to read some currently occurring debates on the topic so you know what current talking points are in circulation. this is the absolute most important part, if you don't do this nothing else matters, even if you're smart and well-read in general if you don't know what people are saying in the discourse about that specific topic Right Now then you're going to be playing catch-up and being caught off guard.

at any given time The Discourse on any given topic is mostly composed of like, 12 talking points just getting churned around and repeated back and forth. learn what the best arguments are for the side you agree with, learn what the rebuttals are to the arguments from the opposing side, and if any arguments from the opposing side don't already have ready-made rebuttals, try to see if you can craft a rebuttal of your own to that point from scratch. that way you'll go into every debate basically already knowing what they're going to say and having a ready-to go rebuttal for every point. you can even just copy-paste your rebuttals if you highlight that you're doing that, i do that with my rebuttal against the ancap "achktually, the REAL definition of capitalism is-" argument, and the fact that i'm copy-pasting the same block of text and it works flawlessly every single time just makes their argument look even worse.

If an opponent makes any given claim, don't just assume it's true. look it up. especially if they don't have a source, but even if they do have a source, look up other sources on that topic and see if their source has already be debunked. so often i see someone just outright lie in a debate, and the other person just continues the debate assuming their lie was true.

i'm not immune to this myself, i was arguing with that guy who said "ahaha well palestinians are majority shia and yemenis are majority sunnis and sunnis HATE shi'ites, so yemenis don't even actually care about palestinians, they just hate jews!" and i wrote a whole rebuttal assuming the claim about sunni/shia demographics in those regions was true and then i looked up the statistics on shia/sunni demographics in palestine and yemen, not even trying to debunk or fact-check him, only to find that palestine and yemen are both majority sunni! palestine has a *larger* sunni majority even! so i had to go back and delete my whole response and replace it with "palestine is majority sunni you cretin." just assuming an opponent's factual claims are true without checking them is one of the most rookie mistakes out there, but no matter how much experience you have you can still fall into it if you don't check yourself.

since no ideology can ever perfectly capture reality, every single ideology has certain facts that they can't address adequately. figure out which facts these are for your opponent's ideology and repeat them as often as possible, demand your opponent address them and don't let them try to change the subject when they can't.

for example, there is no way for the conventional anti-communist narrative of "marxism-leninism was bad for everybody, it's fundamentally a failure as an economic system" to account for the fact that the majority of russians consistently say in polls that socialism was better than capitalism and that the soviet union was the greatest time in the history of russia. if you just keep coming back to this fact they'll just keep getting more stressed out and trying to dodge that topic in more desperate ways.

ideologies will also oftentimes have internal inconsistencies, you can also just keep bringing the conversation back to these and watch your opponent squirm. also, conversely, if there are any inconsistencies in your own views, correct these so your opponent can't do this to you. there are plenty of right-wingers who get a lot of mileage by pointing to the dissonance between gun control and other popular progressive positions ("how are you going to condemn the police and then say only cops should have guns?" etc) and by simply being adamantly pro-gun and against gun-control i can basically become impervious to those arguments. they keep using those arguments and i just say "well i'm against gun control" and it shuts them down completely.

similarly a lot of these arguments that hinge on pointing out hypocrisy/incongruity on the other side are directly mirrored by an inverted hypocrisy/incongruity on their own. while the right-wingers are correct to point to an incongruity in the popular progressive "anti-cop, pro-gun control" position, this incongruity is mirrored by an equal incongruity in the "pro-cop, anti-gun control" position which is popular among right-wingers ("if you think we need guns to overthrow the government, why do you want the agents of that government better armed and equipped? who do you think enforces the gun control laws you decry?" etc)- if you jump into the fray of this discourse with an "anti-cop, anti-gun control" position, you can hammer the right-winger on their inconsistency while remaining invulnerable to attempts to do the same to you. similarly if any more mainstream liberals want to try to start shit with you you can also point to the incongruity/hypocrisy of their position while remaining impervious to retaliation.

i'm using gun control as an example, but you can apply this sort of tactic to basically any discourse where two sides are mutually accusing each other of hypocrisy/incongruity. they're probably both right to a degree, and you can get a lot of mileage by crafting a position more internally consistent than either side of the debate.

also, anyone who tries to convince you you should only argue in a vacuum is dumb as hell, your opponents previously stated opinions are completely relevant to the conversation, especially if they suggest that their currently stated positions in the debate are insincere or hypocritical. if someone is debating israel/palestine with you, and they say "the hamasniks don't represent the interests of the palestinian people- it is israel, ultimately, who does, and the hamas extremists are just disrupting this peace and making things worse for everyone." it's absolutely relevant if a week ago they were posting "all arabs are subhuman dogs who must be exterminated, islam is an inherently violent religion which no society should tolerate" and so on and so forth.

if you're arguing about a topic with someone, search that topic on their blog and see what else they've had to say about it. people will whine about "poisoning the well fallacy" but that's obviously just a fake "fallacy" attempting to ban an entirely legitimate debate tactic. yes, if someone is insincere in making an argument, that absolutely reflects badly on their argument, and their previous track record absolutely can demonstrate if they're insincere, it's stupid for them to go "uh uh uh poisoning the well fallacy, you can't point out that i'm a lying little shit, you have to pretend i'm not" and everyone who sees the debate will know it's stupid for them to do this. if you've effectively revealed someone as a liar, they won't be able to redeem their reputation in anyone's eyes by saying "well you're not allowed to prove i'm a liar" no matter how hard they try.

idk thats the stuff i can think of off the top of my head, i'll try to add more if i can think of anything.

[yanderetheumbrellaacademy]

When They Get Jealous

Summary: What happens when they someone flirting with you and they get jealous? Characters: Luther Hargreeves, Diego Hargreeves & Lila Pitts, Allison Hargreeves, Klaus Hargreeves, Five Hargreeves, Ben Hargreeves, Viktor Hargreeves, Marcus Hargreeves, Sparrow! Ben Hargreeves, Fei Hargreeves, Sloane Hargreeves, Jayme Hargreeves Tw: Violence, Emotional Manipulation, Su!c!dal indications

Luther Hargreeves

Kind of insecure

He's also angry and crushes whatever he's holding in his hands

He's surprised when looking down at the crushed item

Then he becomes annoyed

He'll go to the bathroom to clean up and you'll quickly follow him

"Are you okay?"

He's surprised by your presence and the fact that you followed him

He'll then feel bad about his feelings before

You would never hurt him and he knows that, so why would he even feel that way? You've never done anything to justify that feeling

"Um... Nothing, I accidently- uh, crushed this thing- You know... Strength issues..."

You'll help him clean up/patch up and it makes Luther guilty and he momentarily forgets about the previous feeling... At least until next time

Deigo Hargreeves & Lila Pitts

What a duo

Lila definitely filled Diego's head with delusions and will convince him to do something stupid [Like kill the person flirting w/ you] while she hides the body

Lila takes it better, but inside she's more pissed than Diego

Diego is mad at you and won't talk to you. You'll have to profusely apologize and prove to him you care, otherwise he won't speak to you. Trust, he can hold a grudge

Lila, on the other hand, is very extroverted and will go over to where you are and talk to the person who was flirting with you

There's is definitely tension in the air, even though it doesn't show on her face

She's all smiles and happy, but it doesn't show in her eyes

Deigo is mad, but Lila sees it as an opportunity to manipulate you [She also wants a reason to kill somone]

You try and talk back and she'll bring up how sad it makes them when people flirt with you and she'll emotionally manipulate into feeling bad

You didn't like the person but... maybe she's right? I mean- you didn't exactly tell the person no or that you were taken, but you had asked them to stop.... Was that enough?

Allison Hargreeves

Oh, no no no nononononono

She is NOT letting that happen

The person who's flirting with you must have a death wish

She doesn't want to use her powers, but...

Well, she really has to fight the urge

She looks very sweet and kind, so she can just come into the conversation and play nice girl

She'll drag you off, talking about needing your help or something, while apologizing for taking you away [But she doesn't really mean it]

You won't even notice she's mad until you're alone

She'll accuse you of cheating or trying to leave her

You're taken by surprise, but don't even try and fight her, because she's in a very low/depressive state, so she'd be easy to push into doing something drastic

So, you'll have to wait until she feels better to confront her

Klaus Hargreeves

They already assume you don't love them, so this just fills this delusion they have

It really bums them out and they get super depressed

They get extra clingy whenever they get you alone

They're usually pretty clingy, so you don't think about it to much

Until, they start whining about the guy at the bar

They'll ask you if you like them [Flirter] more than them [Klaus]

You'll tell them no, but they don't believe you

They'll emotion manipulate you saying that you probably hate them and if you ever leave them, they'll kill themselves

Five Hargreeves

Someone flirting with you? Do they have a death wish??

Not afraid to kill a man or women. He doesn't care

The only issue is he'd never admit his jealousy. You have to confront him and at first he'll deny it, but if you keep pushing he'll get pissed and yell 'You know what- I am jealous! So what!?!'

You're surprised he admitted it, but that's the only time you're getting it

He'll deny saying it and gaslight you into thinking it never happened

He will kill them, he just needs a little time, which he has plenty of

It is bloody, gory and gruesome

No one will find the body, but he'll make sure you know the person is dead and it's all your fault

He'll make sure you never do it again because he hates this feeling and it bothers the hell out of him

Ben Hargreeves

He wasn't really having fun at the party, so when seeing someone hit on you, it just made his night worse

He's scared you'll realize that he's not good enough

He hates the icky feeling in his stomach and it only continues to grow

Though it does make the feeling subside when seeing you roll your eyes and push the person out of the way before heading towards him

It makes him giddy and smile; Like a school boy

The fact that you'd chose him over everyone else really fuels his obsession, so be warned

When you get to him, you complain about the person

"Did you see them?"

He'll pretend that he wasn't paying attention and you gasp, before sitting down and ranting about how stupid that person was

He practically has hearts in his eyes and he looks at you like you're the only person in the world, which to him you are

Viktor Hargreeves

He's annoyed, but he's not going to do anything drastic [Or at least he tries]

He wants to do something, but he doesn't really know what to do, because he's never had like a good relationship

He watches sadden from afar before wallowing in his own self pity

Though, after everything that has happened, he is a little bit more confident it just takes some working up before he can go over to you

He'll debate about it for a few though. Like he'll sit up, but quickly sit back down and do it over again until he finally gathers the courage to approach you

He'll finally approach you, thinking of what he's going to do as he approaches you, but when he finally approaches you he's still lost on what to do

He'll just act and kiss you infront of the person, which takes the flirter by surprise

The flirter will apologize and end up leaving you alone

You're surprised by Viktor's brazen behavior, but it's also kind of a turn on and he'll kiss you again before you can comment on it

Marcus Hargreeves

He doesn't get 'jealous'

That word isn't even in his dictionary

Well, that was until he saw a guy flirting with you

What is this feeling???

It's an icky feeling that he doesn't like it

He'll put an end to it quickly [Both the flirting and the feeling]

You're kind of taken aback when Marcus comes up to you and pulls you away from the conversation

He would have folded his way into the conversation, but he would have been passive aggressive

You try and ask him what's wrong, but he's quick to deflect the conversation

He'll push the feeling deep down and it'll come up when you both get into a fight

Sparrow! Ben Hargreeves

He's furious

If he wasn't busy nursing his drink, he probably would have knocked the guy out. Thankfully he's drunk and not sober

Though he can't help the thoughts in his mind... Violent thoughts

The thoughts will become a lot and he has to leave

He's mad at the person, but then he starts thinking and he suddenly becomes mad at you

How come you didn't tell them to back off????

He becomes slightly insecure but he fights that feeling and it becomes overcome with anger

He'll end up leaving without you, because he needs time to be alone and think

Though, this just makes his feelings worse. While he's drunk he's sad and depressed, but when he becomes sober, his emotions quickly turn to anger and he wants to confront you

So, when he sees you again he's anger has already been bubbling up and he blows up

You're taken aback and kind of scared because he's so mad and he's yelling and you can't even decipher what he's talking about

He needs some time to cool off, but he can't be alone, because his feelings will cool off

You'll go to another room while he cools off, so that he knows you're still around, but you're not alone together

He will eventually calm down and apologize for his behavior, but not with words, but like subtle actions, gifts, and such

Fei Hargreeves

You don't even know she's jealous, because she hides it so well

She's kind of scary looking, so no-one has approached her

She takes her jealousy pretty well and doesn't let it bother her

It just kind of rolls off her back

She's confident and knows who she is and what she wants, so she's not threatened by some nobody trying to hit on you

Though, if she sees you getting uncomfortable, she will step in

Thanks to her looks, they back off rather quickly

It's rather silly to her and she finds the whole thing stupid

She takes it the best and doesn't let it bother her

10/10 best girlfriend <3

Sloane Hargreeves

She's a sweet girl and doesn't deserve to be sad

She's a hopeless romantic, so when she sees people flirting and being cute, she instantly is like 'Awww' until she realizes it's you

Then she's mad and her mind races with multiple different scenario

What if you leave her?

Oh god, what if you don't love her anymore?

What if you click with them so well that you think they're you're soul mate and you leave he-

She shakes her head, before standing up

She fixes her hair, before putting on her brightest smile and approaching you

She's very beautiful, so they person who was hitting on you will turn and flirt with her too

She'll become annoyed, because they were just hitting on you and now they're hitting on her? Were you not good enough for them???

Who did they think they were?

Instead of being mad that they were flirting with you, she's mad they STOPPED flirting with you to flirt with her

You're incredible, so she's confused why they don't realize that

She calls them on it and you're really flattered, but you have to drag her away, so she doesn't get to carried away

Jayme Hargreeves

It's more of an annoyance

She doesn't think about it to much

She's probably the only one who WILL come up to you and interrupt your conversation in a rude way

If the flirter is rude to her she'll use her powers and pull you away from them

It all happens so fast, you don't even process it until you're back at the house

"What the hell was that???"

She doesn't even turn to you, but you do here her make a sound of confusion

Your brows frown, and you groan, "Why did you use your powers on that person"

"Why were you flirting with them?" Still she hasn't turned towards you

"I wasn't flirting with them!"

She keeps her cool, making brash accusations, which causes you to get angry and by the end of it she makes it seem like YOU are the crazy one

[wolfiesmoon]

A day to remember

Inumaki x gn!reader

this is a request!! thank u so much for requesting💗anyways time for jujutsu tech prom hehe😌 (lets pretend prom is a thing in japan and that there's actually enough students to do a cute thing like this lmaoo)

also since this is a prom fic, the second years are now third years and the first years are second years

@noomon one tag for uuuuu

The atmosphere was oddly lovey-dovey at Jujutsu Tech recently. Prom was just around the corner, so it wasn't exactly odd that spirits were high, but considering the usually grim faces that you see in the halls of the school, it does feel strange to see everyone so excited.

Then again, you suppose it is better to make the most of every day as a sorcerer and little joys like this are precisely what make all the death and injury worth it.

But, on the topic of prom... You don't know who to go with! You might just end up skipping out or going alone if you must (Gojo will probably force you to go). After all, prom isn't all about dancing with a guy and romantic stuff, it's about having fun with your friends and laughing at the memories you made as students of this school.

Or, well, for this kind of school, maybe some of the memories are better forgotten.

"Hey, senpai!" you heard a familiar voice behind you. It was Yuuji and Nobara! They often come to talk to you about random things so you aren't at all surprised to see them.

"Hello." you greet them, wondering what crazy story they'll tell you today.

"Do you already have a date for prom?" Yuuji and Nobara beamed.

"Do I- No, no I don't." that's the question you were expecting the least. Why are they asking you this anyways?

"Great." Nobara huffed, very satisfied with your answer. Yuuji seemed even more excited than before. You had little question marks floating above your head.

"Why are you happy about me being single? Are you two trying to tell me something?" your eyebrows furrowed slighly. But then again, Nobara and Yuuji are idiots (affectionately), so you don't think they're seriously trying to insult you.

"Oh, actually, it's because-"

Nobara slapped a hand over Yuuji's mouth before he could continue his sentence. "It's nothing, don't worry about it." she smiled at you, dragging Yuuji away and muttering something you couldn't quite catch.

Huh. How strange.

But now that you think about it, there is one person you'd really like to go to prom with.

.

The next day, Panda approaches you after class.

"Hey, you should like, totally follow after me right now. I have something to show you." Panda suggested cheerfully. And why not? Knowing Panda, he probably just has something funny or stupid to show you, which is always a pleasure.

As you followed him, a strange feeling started rising up inside you. You felt oddly fidgety and excited. Maybe it was the whole prom thing. I mean, with the strange conversation you had with the second years just yesterday is it that much of a stretch to assume that you're about to get confessed to via a prom invitation?

Nah, you shouldn't get ahead of yourself. If anything, Panda's going to let you in on someone else's promposal plan so you can help them out. Not that that's a bad thing, you just really get your hopes up sometimes.

You were being lead down a dimly lit hallway in one of the more secluded areas of the school. There was even candles here and there, to set the mood, you assume. Wow, this is really a last minute invitation. They're asking you to help out at the last possible moment, huh?

You soon found yourself in front of a group of students, all lined up to make a little walkway for you and Panda. Panda stops right at the end of the line, motioning for you to continue walking. All the other third years lined up were smiling knowingly at you. What in the world is going on?

You walked down the line of students a bit hesitantly, taking the flowers each of them handed you along the way. Oh wow, this is impressive. And also definitely means that this promposal is meant for you. You can feel your heart start beating faster with excitement when taking each rose into your hands.

Who orchestrated a confession so grand? Please be him...

Nobara handed you a rose when you walked by her, smiling proudly at you. Now the question from yesterday makes perfect sense.

At the end of the line of students, you saw a few of your classmates holding up signs that said "I know I'm not a man of many words, but I really need you to kelp me out here. It's almost prom night and you're still not together with me (which is criminal in my opinion). This isn't just a prom invitation, by the way. Will you go out with me tunaight?"

There's only one person that could have written those signs. Not just because of the familiar handwriting, but also because of the words he chose. And sure enough, Inumaki Toge was proudly holding up the middle sign, looking at you.

You clutched the makeshift boquet of roses in your hand. It was him after all.

In all three years of your schooling at JJT, you've found Inumaki Toge to be especially charming. You had a bit of trouble talking to him at first, but you quickly got along after you bridged the whole "onigiri ingredient" gap. Honestly, you don't know how long it's been since you felt... a special way about him.

It took you a while to realise, but you definitely like him. More than a friend.

And knowing it's mutual...

He looked at you with such hope in his eyes that it made you want to hug him and kiss him all over. And so you did.

The sign he was holding fell to the ground as you embraced him tightly and he immediately hugged you back, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to him. As if that is the place where you belong.

"Yes, yes, I'll go to prom with you!" you yelled happily, leading everyone around you to cheer. You didn't really notice it because you were busy kissing Inumaki's cheeks, but all the other third years looked satisfied, knowing their ship has sailed at long last.

"But bad onigiri ingredient puns, really? I'm feeling the second hand embarrasment real hard right now." your face scrunched up slightly, cringing.

He simply giggled quietly in response, squeezing you again.

You can't deny, that is so him.

[evilminji]

Was Krypto Jor-El's dog? Or did their family have another pet?

Because think about it. Thanks to Cujo, we KNOW animals with unfinished business or strong attachments stay behind. We ALSO know from nigh COUNTLESS videos on the internet that pets get REALLY attached to pregnant moms and by extention, the new pack members.

Krpton was an Alien planet. Just because SOME of the animals there looked similar to earth animals, doesn't mean ALL of them do. Nor does it mean they ONLY domesticated dog like creatures or cat like creatures. They could have anything from vaguely bear-like to fox-ish to small moose but with more teeth.

It was a completely different ecology.

And Jor-El? Him and his wife had a CHOICE to make. They had A pod. Singular. Tiny. Not a ship, not an escape pod, not even a refurbished shipping container. Just a pod with life support and all the information about Krypton they could fit. A guidance system that, gods willing, would see their son to a safe and sympathetic planet to be raised by kind people.

THEY couldn't even fit.

How in the gods name would a large pet? Even a mid sized pet. Let us assume, for this prompt, that being scientists of high position? Pays or allocates pretty well. They have the room. The resources. When they got married, Jor-El's wife REALLY wanted a cub or pup or what have you, of some large-ish animal breed.

The equivalent of an earth mastiff dog. Just an Absolute UNIT. Used to be gaurds and working beasts, now more athletic pets then anything. Known to be great protecters of Their People.

And well... Jor-El WAS already starting to notice some things that were making him Less Than Popular... probably nothing (he had naively hoped, at the time.) But better to have a Just In Case. Sure, honey. Let's get one!

And they LOVED Snookums.

Snookums ADORED them AND the baby! Kal-El basically NEVER left Snookums sight. He slept beneath Kal's crib. Followed them everywhere they went, when they were holding Kal. Planted himself like Kal's Sworn Protector as the baby drooled all over his fur. It was the cutest thing EVER.

But then?

No. Dear Gods No. Please... Please let him be wrong!

He's not. He never is. He is too careful with his calculations. To the point of near paranoia. Maybe they can stop it. If they DO something. Act IMMEDIATELY...

But...

Well, we all now how that story ends. Two people, standing on a launch pad, tears streaming down their smiling faces, trying to memorize the last moment they'll ever see their son. Praying this will be ENOUGH.

That they aren't trading one terrible death for another.

Watching their son disappear into the sky. Flying home as the ground groan as shakes, trees toppling and people screaming. Panicking. Dying pointless deaths that could have been stopped.

Walking into the home that should have been where they spent their whole live. Where, in a way, they WILL.

Knowing they won't grow old.

Sitting on the floor with their confused, frantic, pet as fire starts to light up the horizon. As the ground shakes violently on last, terrible time. Knowing the lethal heat will hit them before their ears ever register the sound.

It's Over.

But! Where is Snookum's Baby Kal!?

They are scared, confused, and everything is LOUD AND RUMBLY. Very Bad. Don't like that. Their ADULTS come back home. BUT NOT THEIR BABY. Where is Baby Kal?! Snookums is a GOOD Boy and a GREAT Protector. It is in his blood.

Something BAD is happening.

Has? Happened?

Everything is GREEN.

But that does not MATTER. Snookums can not REST. Can not stay here! They must Sniff and search and hunt! Look for Kal! Who is SMALL and needs to be protected! What if he is HURT? How will he SLEEP!? With no Snookums to cuddle for nap time!?

But the universe is large. And there is no smell in space. (Well, there ARE. But they are Stinky Gasses and those do not help Snookums.) So it takes lots and lots of time. Until! He meets a glowing blue dog!

A hopeful corgi? What is a corgi? Irrelevant! The hopeful one knows of Snookums' Kal! Oh, thank you small friend! You indeed DO give hope! We shall go at once and Kal shall be safe and with family once more!

Meanwhile? Danny? Wakes up to a sticky note on his forehead from Clockwork. "Bring Cujo with you to meet the Justic League"? What? WHY? He loves the pup, but Cujo has never behaved himself in a formal setting ONCE in his doggy LIFE. Danny is trying to make a good first impression!

But... Clockwork doesn't Post-It lightly...

Guess he's breaking out the doggy bow ties. Great. Wonder what THIS is about...

Four and a half hours later? Watching Cujo playfully wrestle with the ghost of what HAS to be a Kryptonian... gonna saaaaay.... Bear-fox? Which nearly TACKLED Superman, freaked the ENTIRE Justice League out, and nearly got him STABBED by Etrigon. Yeah. That was a good call.

Congratulations on your new ghost pet, Superman. No, he's not leaving. It just kinda happens sometimes. It's how Danny got Cujo. Wanna do pet playdates?

@hdgnj @ailithnight @mutable-manifestation @dcxdpdabbles @nerdpoe

[with-a-point-of-view]

CW: Armand's backstory, Claudia's assault, Louis' suicide attempt

The assumption that Louis and Armand never talked about Marius or that Louis was somehow fine with Marius because of the 2x5 fight makes as much sense as assuming Armand was making jokes about Paul's death or referred to Claudia as "throw pillow" the whole time. The whole point is they're digging their fangs into the softest underbelly of each other. Louis attempts suicide not five minutes after he says that!!!

Louis listens to Armand's story in the Louvre without passing judgement, and even in being cruel in the 70s he is being cruel about Armand being exploited and the incestuous nature of his relationship.

It's much more likely going to mirror the conversations we see between Louis and Claudia about her kidnapping and assault by Bruce, where he is incredibly heartbroken and sympathetic but struggles to find the right words. His instinct is to say stop, he doesn't want to hear this, but he does give her the grace of listening. Just as in the Louvre he offers Armand his support and assistance, what he offers Claudia is his presence, watching her being inducted into the coven. We even see this earlier on with Lestat - Claudia is upset that Louis offers Lestat love and grace after hearing his story with Magnus.

Yes, Daniel is much more likely to interrogate and force Armand to open up or cast judgement on his story - but remember "He only hit me the one time, officer!"? He is not sensitive, and he takes a combative and argumentative stance even when he's trying to side with Louis and point out Lestat's usage of domestic violence. This can be written in such interesting ways -- especially when Armand of 2x5 comes out to play defence through attacking Daniel. I think Daniel has the same arrogance that many of us can have when we're talking to those we love who have been abused - if I say it, if I point out the logic of it, if I give enough examples, they'll realise it's wrong!! It's patronising, but it's also comforting, because we wish that's how it would work.

In contrast, I think there is so much unsaid in the relationship between Louis and Armand that there's no place for open conversation. How can there be, when any mention of "Paris" is already a landmine in any conversation which could detonate their whole relationship? We see how the tension of it seeps into every single aspect of their relationship - take the Fred Steins. Armand denies them, Louis clearly doesn't believe him, they both yell, but then it fizzles out. Because as soon as they go beyond the Steins, it goes into the cracks of the foundations of their relationship.

But that doesn't mean there can't be tenderness. Louis and Armand are incredibly tender. Louis lets Armand display Marius de Romanus right in their dining rooms - something I don't think Daniel could stand - because he knows it's important to him. I think he would listen to Armand, even if he's uncomfortable. He might perhaps make more gentle suggestions that Marius wasn't the hero Armand remembers him as, but probably after a certain amount of Armand-walls is going to be frustrated and leave be. They're also physically affectionate, which is really important in terms of establishing that connection if Armand needs to talk about it. Louis is also likely to offer action - going out together, doing something small but meaningful for Armand, taking care of some of their business.

Armand is 500 years old, it isn't Louis' job to be his therapist, and it's honestly patronising to pretend that he needs a partner to "make" him work through his trauma, whether that's Louis or Daniel. Equally, Daniel isn't a therapist, he's a guy who got divorced twice and whose daughters went no-contact, I think he would genuinely want Armand to "realise" Marius is bad news, but he'd go about it like he's busting open a scandal, not necessarily talking about a father-husband-figure who, as far as they both know, has been dead for half a millennium. (And he's 100% going to get hurt by Armand in the fallout.)

Viewing the measure of Armand's relationships as whether his partner can "fix" his trauma is just so so condescending. All vampires are made from trauma in one way or the other. There are very interesting discussions about how that trauma functions -- Armand's reflexive lies vs Daniel's obsession with "truth" vs Louis' schizophrenia and subjective storytelling fascinates me -- but I feel it's unfair to all involved to single out Armand as a problem-character because of the nature of his trauma.