#advil emoji

[avio-emotes]

Can make

‘Advil’

‘I can do it on my own’

‘I need help’

Preferably no wordmoji please but it ok if have to ^^

Requests : Open

Dms : Open

[ayiemojis]

Mood point up — mood point down

Mood — mommy

Mommom — mom

Advil — right

[technobrain]

My Zero Day Au!

this AU started out as a list of headcanons but eventually I got carried away and it evolved into an AU!

A quick warning, this list includes NSFW, some violent mentions, and Caldre! be careful!!

Cal is taller than Andre

keep in mind these are made up as I go, so they're a tad bit sloppy! Please excuse any minor typos!! English also isn't my first language 😭🩷

ftm Cal

subdre. no comment.

Cal has dissociation problems, he never feels like he's centered and mentally *there* when he's around people, but when he's alone or with Andre he's able to ground himself and actually think

if they were to have the option to escape after zero day and live their lives afterwards as a different identity, Andre would take it, Cal wouldn't.

Andre has a HUGE soft spot for animals. Cal is indifferent. Cal doesn't view animals as sentient, living beings. He's not heartless, though. He still had love for animals, especially Mel, he just has a hard time comprehending that they're conscious.

Andre has chronic pain, it centers in his waist down and eventually gets a service dog for mobility and emotional regulation. He had to quit all sports he was in because of it. He still has a hard time coping with it.

Andre is embarrassed of his sd, often telling it to lay down and then walking away. He eventually realizes why he has it, and goes back to get it. He never goes far in the first place, mostly just meanders around the room, area, or house for a bit before going back.

Andre has anger issues, consistently has outbursts in class and storms out.

When Andre walks out, his adrenaline makes him more mobile, so he often forgets to get his sd. his sd trails behind him, poking him with it's nose and pawing him, trying to calm him down. Andre walks for a while before getting to a private area, sitting down, and only then letting his sd help him.

Cal walks absurdly fast, Andre hates him for it.

Cal cuts his shirts at the neck, and then never wears the shirt again because he hates how it makes him more feminine. Andre beats him up over it, saying how if he just didn't want the shirt, he could've gave it to him. Cal says something about how he wants the shirt still, it's a good shirt that he likes, he just doesn't like how it's cut at the neck now. Wording it like it's a design choice. Andre drops the conversation before he has an outburst.

Andre fell for Cal first, Cal fell for Andre around 3 months later.

They never really established a relationship, their friendship just slided from being platonic, to being slightly more than that, to "Hey are we, like, dating?"

Cal likes pda, Andre doesn't. Cal is also into exhibitionism, Andre isn't. Cal never acts on it, just highly praises it. Andre doesn't even entertain the idea.

Cal got Andre started on za, Cal admits he's got a *small* problem, while Andre mostly just doesn't care either way.

Cal is more of a smoker, Andre is more of a drinker.

Cal is on 7 million medications, always switching them up. Even his doctors can't keep up on what he's on, what dosage, etc.

Andre, on the contrary, is on maybe 2 medications, one of which being Advil. he just counts it as a medication because he wants to relate to Cal, failing miserably.

Cal listens to Lana Del Rey. Guilty pleasure.

Cal texts with about 10 million emojis, Andre uses proper grammar. Capitalization, punctuation, the whole nine yards.

Cal has a pet tarantula named Spike after the my little pony character.

Andres sd is named Sascha, and she's a girl. Despite Sascha Konietzko being a boy.

Cal and Rachel are cousins. Rachel often playfully threatens Cal with "IM TELLING YOUR MOTHER" if she doesn't get her way. Cal takes her a bit too seriously and gets genuinely mad at her over this, yelling at her.

Cal has bpd and adhd.

Andre has flat foot, scoliosis, and chronic pain. nomatter how many tests they do, they can't find out where the chronic pain comes from.

Andre is a germaphobe. Cal is the opposite. Cal will touch a bathroom door handle and lick his hand. Andre goes through two bottles of bath and body works hand sanitizer per month.

Andre has HFA (high functioning autism). this often causes him to not understand social queues, making it even harder for him to make friends. Another reason why he has Sascha.

Both Andre and Cal have paranoia, always scared someone's listening in, reading their minds, planting hearing devices on things they own, etc. They feed off eachother, making eachother even more paranoid.

Andre has mild visual hallucinations, Cal has mild auditory hallucinations.

Cal has vocal stims. he likes repeating things. he'll repeat something Andre said a million times., he meows randomly, he clicks his tongue, hums, etc.

Andre and Cal play in the rain together all the time, i stole this from someone sorry, only difference is Andre HATES wet dog smell, so he'll leave Sascha on whoevers porch has an overhang so she doesn't get wet. She sits and watches them play, watching Andre very closely. When he starts doing something she knows will hurt him, she'll start barking at them and pawing at the air. Andre coos at her and gives her a treat.

Cal HATES Sascha. With a passion. He says she's big, dumb, gets in the way, and is a collateral for audio trackers. Andre gets extremely mad at Cal over this and has yelled at him multiple times for dissing her.

Sascha and Mel get along really well and often cuddle with eachother!!

Sascha is a Golden Shepherd, all black, with a couple gold spots on her hips. Cal calls them her cutie marks.

Rachel loves Sascha, having to hold back from petting her every time she's around Andre.

Andre is known as "the guy with the dog" in school, he hates it. He can't wait for Zero Day so he's not known as that anymore.

Sascha hates guns. When the boys would take Sascha to their shooting spot, Sascha would circle Andre and growl at Chris, or anyone really, when they were holding guns. When Andre would get his hands on one, she would go back to normal, but continue snarling at other people with them.

Cal's younger siblings love Sascha, cuddling with her and holding her all the time when she's off-duty

Andre was a party animal, Cal was a home body. Andre fucking *loved* parties, always dragging Cal along to them, before the Zero Day plan really fell into play. after that he kinda died down and muted his interests, becoming more dull and flat as the day got closer. In the end, Andre was a pure ball of anger and frustration. Cal never changed.

Cal enjoyed living in the moment, Journaling, listening to more whimsical music, sitting by the creek and watching the water.

Cal got dysphoric really easily. He'd end up in tears over how his shirts fitted him, if they showed too much chest. Andre bought him a binder after his parents were skeptical, always scared of the side effects.

Cal was actually really popular, he was just really odd and peculiar and when he started to get close to people, he started to freak people out with stims. He was more of a drifter friend that way.

Cal LOVES roller-coasters. especially small fair ones. He loves the danger. Andre loves roller-coasters but in a safe way.

Andre likes romcoms. Cal found out and never leaves him alone about it.

☆Andre falls for internet bait WAYYY too easily.

Both of them secretly sleep with teddy bears and can't sleep without them or without eachother. They never told eachother.

The Gabriel's made sure to bury Cal with his teddy in-between his hands. The Kriegman's were actually very civil with the Gabriel's and agreed to have them buried next to eachother, but refused to have them share a headstone. (in death Andre and Cal were fucking FUMING over this.) Andre's mom snuck Andre's teddy into his coffin.

Andre and Cal swapped dog tags before Zero Day. Andre wanted to trade with Sascha's, but Cal said "it's not the army of three it's the army of two"

Andre would always joke about Sascha being included in the army of two and often had to correct himself from saying the army of three instead of the army of two.

Andre never turned down a dare. He did it, nomatter how outlandish and dangerous it was. He got hurt multiple times.

Andre and Cal are both blanket hogs and often wake up to them fighting over the blanket.

Cal can do really cool flips on a trampoline. Like, it's absurd.

Andre didn't know how to bond with Cal's siblings at further so he just showed them a bunch of magic tricks and then acted like he'd known them forever.

☆ - inspired / stolen from Caldrea

Cal and Andre would talk so much shit about people it was like a middle school girls sleepover.

♧ Cal is also a huge metal head. Been to every metal concert in the area, even if he didn't know the band. He used to drag Andre around to them, but when Andre got Sascha he had to stop going.

Cal has a doodling problem, will doodle anywhere and everywhere. He's amazing at graffiti. Andre will often spend hours at the sink washing off Cal's doodles. not before he got a video of them though. Cal stick n poke's so many tattoos into his body that he couldnt wear shorts anymore.

♧ inspired / stolen from bottledkriegman

♤ Andre would play the knife game in the back of class when he was in middle school.

Andre was actually very popular in middle/elementary school, he only got picked on by the older kids.

Cal heavily procrastinates his school work, and ALWAYS copies off of Andre. Andre doesn't really mind, and even takes notes specifically for things he knows Cal would need.

♤ 4792beretta inspired / stolen ones lol

Andre would stomp up to his room but close the door really quietly. Cal would do the same thing but he'd just slam the door.

Andre always closes doors by turning the handle, closing the door, then twisting the handle back. Andre got mad at Cal all the time for "slamming doors". Really, Cal was just closing them normally.

Andre is a fucking whiney bitch. he'll bitch and moan and complain about something FOREVER. He also holds grudges.

Before Andre got Sascha, he was HUGE into sports. He loved track, he loved swimming, he loved soccer. Him and Cal actually met while playing soccer.

Andre and Cal are in an established relationship, but they don't act like it. They think it's 'cringe'.

NSFW WARNING!!!

Anyway, Cal is a horrible kisser. He ends up giggling or kissing with his teeth or something and Andre gets extremely mad at him over it, but never expresses it.

Cal is surprisingly good at giving head though, in contrary to his kissing skills. Andre asks him how the fuck he can give better head than he can kiss.

Andre is so awkward in bed. It often doesn't work out because Andre makes it so awkward it's a turn-off. He'll just start talking and eventually they're just sitting there naked on the bed having a chat about spaghetti or something.

Sascha gets anxious when Andre kicks her out of the room to have sex with Cal. She'll scratch at the doors, whimper, and eventually just lay there with her back to the door all sad.

Sascha doesn't go off-duty necessarily. She's always by Andre. She alerts him on or off duty, and refuses to leave his side unless commanded to.

Cal is hypersexual, Andre is demisexual. Cal will often initiate but Andre will just tweak the fuck out and shut down for a bit. Cal is always guilty about it. Andre will also never initiate anything, so Cal HAS to initiate it. Andre has told him to initiate it. It's really just a 50/50 if Andre will reciprocate or tweak the fuck out.

Neither Andre or Cal put labels to their sexualities, but Andre is a cis man and Cal, as labeled before, is a trans man.

When Cal and Andre met, Cal wasn't out yet. They met playing soccer in elementary. They only got close after Cal came out in middle school.

Andre didn't know Cal was trans until they first had sex. Andre, being oblivious, just thought Cal was really feminine when he was younger. Andre was VERY shocked. Cal was very confused on how Andre didn't know beforehand. Andre had to take a break and contemplate for a bit, sitting on the edge of the bed holding his face in his hands. Cal thought he wasn't going to accept him, but after a minute or two Andre just turned to face Cal, and acted like nothing fucking happened and still took him to pound town lmfao

Cal has suggested the idea of having sex while high or drunk, Andre refuses because he deems it to be rape, doesn't matter if their in a relationship or not. "Intoxicated people cannot consent."

NSFW OVER!!!

Andre is the definition of the ☹️ emoji sometimes.

Andre and Cal fake role play. Cal will just say some shit like "eats your toe." and Andre will reply with "DUDE WHAT THE FREAK!! THAT WAS LITERALLY MY hashtag TOE!!!!!"

Cal will FaceTime Andre crying because he dropped a bagel on the floor and is sad about it.

Cal will also FaceTime Andre when he doesn't know how to do something.

for example; He'll call him and Andre will pick up on the most peculiar predicament. Cal will look into the camera, tears streaming down his face, flip the camera onto whatever is his grievance now, and Andre will sigh and explain it to him. Cal will then fumble with the phone for a second before flipping the camera again, millennial pausing, and giving him a thumbs up with a toothy grin, tears still streaming down his face.

Cal used to pick his nose and eat it as a kid.

Andre either loves or hates being touched. Cal is a big toucher. Drake levels of touching coming from Cal and occasionally Andre. when Andre doesn't like being touched but Cal wants to cuddle, him and Cal will lay side by side as a form of bonding that'll still put them in close proximity, and keep both of them in their comfort zones.

Cal does this thing where during class activities that involve whiting things on white boards, he puts the edgiest thing ever on it and waits for the classes reaction. Nobody knows it's him that does it.

These were written before I decided Zero Day hasn't happened yet.

Andre took Sascha with him to Zero Day. She followed him around during the shooting, jumping occasionally at the loud noises. Cal goes to shoot her on multiple occasions, but changes his mind before the trigger was pulled on her because, a, what if Andre needs her, and b, Cal is still an animal lover in the end.Sascha almost stopped Andre from shooting himself at the end of Zero Day. he had to send her to a bookshelf and lay her down in order to get her out of the way. Cal asked him, "can I shoot her now?" and Andre replied "Abso-fucking-lutely not. Don't even try."After Zero Day, Sascha unlearned all her training from the ptsd, retired, and is now the Gabriel family dog, along with Mel. the Kriegman's didn't want her or Mel after the shooting. Sascha is mostly deaf, but if she does hear a loud noise she'll run to Cal's room and curl up under the bed for hours.Mel, after police came to investigate Andre's room and Andre nor Sascha came back, stopped leaving Andre's room. Not even to go to the bathroom or eat. The Kriegman's had to gut Andre's room afterwards. Not like they wanted to keep anything anyway. Nobody got to inherit anything from his room. No reporters were allowed to see his room, only police.When police got into the library, they found Sascha beside Andre, cuddled up to him between him and Cal. they thought she was dead until she lifted her head to look at them and snarl at them. when Paramedics came in, one handled her and brought her out of the school. She had unlearned her training at that point, the only hassle with her was getting her away from Andre's body.Sascha was planned to be put down before the Gabriel's came to collect her. the Kriegman's wanted nothing to do with her. "wasted money."Cal's death was taken with a lot more emotion from his family than Andre's was with the Kriegman's. Cal's parents were on site in the span of 30 minutes. the Gabriel's mourned with all the other families before it got out that Cal was one of the shooters. After that, some of the other families turned on them and started to isolate them. Others continued to mourn with them, encouraging the others to do the same. They all lost children that day. the Kriegman's didn't even show up. They knew it was Andre the second they found out there was a shooting. His mother was more emotional than his dad in the grieving process.

this is getting wayyyy too long so I'm gonna stop here and make a part 2 later!!

Thank you for reading!

[moregraceful]

met up with some former coworkers for one last dinner before i leave. first of all, i have known for a long time that you have to be deeply and incredibly unwell to work in libraries, particularly public libraries. what i somehow didn't realize until tonight is that all my coworkers were working with un- or badly-treated adhd (i must also include myself in this.) like we were just running that library with painter's tape, expired advil, and a can-do attitude. and maybe it was hell but it is a huge part of how i learned to be a compassionate librarian, and patient, and kind.

second of all, you know when people are discussing something plot important in their lives and they look at you like 👀 "ohh my nephew just got his first girlfriend..." WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME. I'M NOT YOUR NEPHEW. and then starting an argument about whether i'd be a good boyfriend bc though i am attentive i only respond to text messages about 40% of the time. (my friend's cishet male fiance, also works in the library, who once told me that a key part of being a man is using brute force to fix things): "no that means he's transitioning really well. it means he's starting to understand what it means to be a man. his emoji use makes too much sense though." hey what did you have to say fuck me for

[mentionally]

Jimmy, Gary and Petey with a deaf S/O

Shi I’ll try lolll

Jimmy:

doesnt know your deaf at first

“Why are you ignoring me…”

Someone had to approach him and explain to him you were deaf

…

..

Oh.

He’s (more) nice to you considering that

if yall were friends or dating or whatever he’d be more protective of you

“So uh… is there like… any medicine to fix that…? My mom usually takes advil when she’s feeling bad”

“Jimmy she’s deaf.”

“Forgot, my bad”

He’s not gonna learn sign language sorry

Bro texts you

“Whachu want from da sto girl🤣🫵”

Let’s be fr he does find it annoying that you cant hear

Gary:

you’re just a victim of him

OPENLY shit talks you to your face

If y’all were friends (bffr he isn’t gonna be friends with a deaf person) he makes fun of you

He texts you random hand emojis and pretends its sign language

He’d flip you off and tell the teachers and prefects that it’s sign language for “help me with this question”

Tons of pranks

You’d get to know him VERY well considering all this shit

I mean

If he cared about you

Its like a dice

Like a 37% chance he’d care enough to frequently interact with you

Peter:

There’s a stereotype of him being really sweet in the fandom

but

He’d def get annoyed at ur deafness

Sometimes wishing you weren’t deaf just to make it easier

he would NEVER tell you that tho

But he’d be the nicest out of all three

Most likely to be your friend

65% chance

But if yall were close he would learn sign language

TRY to learn it

He tries </3

[helios-co]

IF U THINK IM STUPID NOW

U SHOULD SEE ME WHEN IM HIGH

AND IM SMARTER THAN I LOOK

IM THE DUMBEST GIRL ALIVE

I TOOK 10 ADVILS TODAY

I GOT BRUISES ON MY THIGHS

PLUS I GAVE AWAY MY BRAIN

IM THE DUMBEST GIRL ALIVE

I GOT LIGHTNING IN MY VEINS

WALK AROUND LIKE FRANKENSTEIN

I DID SCIENCE ON MY FACE

IM THE DUMBEST GIRL ALIVE

NEVER ASK ME WHAT I THINK

DONT KNOW WHY U EVEN TRY

CAUSE I ALWAYS GET IT WRONG

IM THE DUMBEST GIRL ALIVE

MONEY COMIN FROM MY MOUTH

MONEY COMIN FROM MY EYES

AND I KEEP ON LOSIN COUNT

IM THE DUMBEST GIRL ALIVE

AND IM PICKIN UP THE PACE

IM SO HAPPY I COULD DIE

PUT EMOJIS ON MY GRAVE

IM THE DUMBEST GIRL ALIVE

AND I FEEL SO DANGEROUS

BUT YOU SAY IM DOIN FINE NOW

GUESS THAT'S HOW IT GOES

IM THE DUMBEST GIRL ALIVE

TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT

LIKE U TRYNA START A FIGHT

YEAH ILL FUCKIN TEXT U BACK

IM THE DUMBEST GIRL ALIVE

[altruistic-meme]

fanfic ask~ 🥺 🤡 ✨ 😉

...what a terrifying emoji lineup......

hey <3<33

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels? Andrew helping Kevin through his many panic attacks really just any time that the characters have a quiet moment where they are coming to learn something hidden and secret about each other that sort of changes their perceptions.

ex, in "(why is there) joy in this poison" Nathaniel helping calm both Kevin and Andrew down in the kitchen changes Andrew's perception of Nathaniel, and then in "we all need a soft place to fall" when Wille takes the phone from Simon to tell his mother where he is changes Simon's perceptions of both Wille and Kristina, and it doesn't necessarily change Kristina's perception of Simon but it helps form it.

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

Andrew wondered if Costco sold big bottles of advil. He was pretty sure they did, it would only make sense. A ball flew past him, upper right corner. They sold everything else in big sizes. Including candy, which always amused him. Another ball, closer to him this time, middle left. What sane person would need such a large bag of peanut M&Ms? Another passed his legs on the left. He wondered if he should drag his group out to Costco to see if they had advil. Or any other similar product, really. He wasn’t picky. Another ball, this time a shout followed when the ball flew by his head. They could gorge themselves on samples while they were there. Maybe they’d be sampling those chocolate brownies again. “-drew! Andrew!” Oh, and now Kevin was coming up to him. A little harder to ignore than a ball, damnit. “Are you even paying attention?” “Nope,” Andrew told him, smiling.

i don't think anyone understands that this is possibly one of the funniest things i have ever written. i literally think about this scene all the time it leaves me in fits of giggles.

another bonus contender:

“I don’t look terrible,” Kevin lied.

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉 i do deserve it >:3 my writing is good. my characterization is AMAZING. i always pay extra attention to do the characters justice, and even in an AU where their behavior has to be different in order for the story to work, i do a fantastic job of still making sure they feel like the characters. my range in scenes and tone has grown so so much over the years!!! i used to only be able to write kind of fluffy scenes, and now i write silly scenes, angsty scenes, serious scenes, fluffy scenes, painful scenes, and so much more. and boy can i write some powerful lines sometimes:

"He considered refusing to answer. His last foster home was the Spears. But then he remembered Nathaniel shutting down but answering him anyway. He thought – these are the jagged pieces of us both." // x "And Wilhelm fell in love again. With the setting sun outside, with the taste of chai tea that lingered on Simon’s tongue, with the strangers outside who walked by without seeing him as he fell, and fell, and fell. And he fell in love with the curly-haired man named Simon who was kissing him, one hand on his cheek stroking the tears away." // x "Through the thoughts and the tears and his heartbeat and his sobs, he didn’t hear the door open. Didn’t hear it close." // x

~writers asks~

[elizabethplaid]

daily notes - march 13, 2023

- Forgot to note that my cats turned 9 years old, over the weekend. Was going to commemorate with new pics, but haven’t gotten ‘em yet.

- Remember how I helped assemble town-report books on Saturday? An hour or so after that post, we got word that we had to print out 50 more copies. Neighbor-G and I (just the two of us!) did 40-something that day, then left the rest for Monday.

-- Today (Monday, thought it’s after midnight now), I assembled the leftover ones, then heard we needed to print 50 more. Well, the people who helped before were busy, so I got to hole-punch and comb-bind all those packets myself. Neighbor-J helped near the end, but it was mostly me today.

-- Between the two days, I worked 8 hours - 5 on Saturday, 3 on Monday. I volunteered, but I joked that I was paid in Advil and Mountain Dew. *shrug emoji*

- Weather is supposed to be snowy for Tuesday, so I might not open the library. I already feel my sinuses draining from the low-pressure system.

[protectxthem]

Tim. 7, 12, and 22

A  PEAK  AT  WHAT’S  INSIDE  THEIR          .    .    . | Accepting

07.     medicine cabinet.

Just the generic stuff. Tylenol, Advil, Shaving Cream, Razors, Aftershave, a first aid kit.

12.     frequently used emojis.

😞😬😖

22.     amazon shopping cart. 

Books about policing, crime books, a pair of wireless headphones (his last pair broke), different kinds of food, mostly snacks.

[cljordan-imperium]

Ok....Vollrath and Mahala's first chapter up. Jasper has sufficiently needled Meredith for today. Kaylin and Asher's first draft *cringes and shudders* is done. Marcellus & Sorina's 1st revision is done. *falls over and twitches* I cannot write no more! (ee gads CJ that was abysmal English) So..time for reading. My lovely mutuals....if you just get a string of emoji's, I may have broke my brain and tried to repair it with Advil and more cough syrup after a bad coughing fit... Also...*eeeeeeeeeeeee*...for the first time since Clawdette came home, Missy has asked for pets and purred. See....I watch a lot of kitten shorts and Missy would get upset and make noises at my phone. I thought she was lonely or wanted a kitten. SO...I went and found a mini-Missy at the local shelter. Clawdette was 5wks old, barely weened, and had lost her mommy. Seemed perfect. This is where the narrator says - Missy did NOT want a kitten. OH, did she NOT want a kitten. That was in April...they are finally getting along 4 1/2 mo later. Missy is once more sleeping on my bed. And today she asked for pets. Life is returning to normal....ish... I have learned my lesson...no more cats...

[6okuto]

can i ask for some headcanons with ushijima and his s/o who is also oikawa little sister/brother (the age difference is not big btw, just two years or three)? i don't know why but i think it would be really funny if oikawa's sibling was in love with ushijima and the two of them got together with oikawa's disapproval. of course in the end he would see that ushijima really cares about his little sibling so he would accept it but it would be hilarious and he would be constantly in “protective big brother” mood XD

— oikawa with a sibling who's dating ushijima

warnings: pinch of angst somewhere in here

note from nia: giggles. yes u Can ask. this poor man is not safe in his own home this was so fun thank u anon (i didn't write it as toshi x reader but i can edit it if you'd like me to!! Also if you wanted less oikawa & more ushijima centered hcs i can also do that bhsjhsb)

honestly? power move. power couple.

like even without oikawa in the mix,, ushijima and his s/o having to deal with "is that oikawa's sibling? are they seriously dating?"

entirely separate ushijima comfort. he'd stand up for them with his life and nobody's about to fight Ushijima Wakatoshi

them wearing his jacket as long as possible before giving it back so oikawa doesn't notice...them visiting toshi at practice and being friendly with the team despite their brother :(broken_)heart:

but as oikawa's sibling, they've seen him coming home late from practice and heard him ranting about shiratorizawa multiple times

which is why he genuinely thinks they're joking when he first finds out (they probably like, accidentally posted them on a date on their public story rather than private or something) because "how could you date one of my well-known worst enemies?!"

the next time oikawa sees ushijima it's on sight.

"so you're dating my sibling. my sibling. why? what are you going to do with them? do you even remember how you met or when you started liking them? huh? so help me if you decide to hurt them i will end you,"

toshi is just standing there like. "why would i hurt the person i'm dating? i love them?"

the face on oikawa's face. the sheer distraught. gags a little

the same thing happens anytime ushijima happens to come over. any form of pda and oikawa is dramatically yelling/gagging, "not in my house you don't"

he's so annoying i'm crying he photobombs them, won't share his food, pulls his sibling away when he thinks they're too close, sticks his tongue out at them, will literally respond to his sibling's story of the both of them with an angry emoji, pulls the "you have to since you decided to date ushijima" as something over their head—the entire gig

objectively the funniest thing he did was when he made his own meme with a crossed out photo of ushijima that said "if my sibling don't got me, i know i got me. can i get an amen?" and sent it to them

"tooru please" "[amen!] yeah exactly thank you you get it"

iwaizumi is somewhere taking advil from the sheer headache hearing his friend talk has given him. "can you believe it? they're dating Ushijima. iwa i think they're out to kill me. i think i'm dying. he was in my house on the weekend. USHIJIMA? IN MY HOUSE?"

someone help him (iwaizumi)

tooru probably ends up accepting it when he had to go pick them up from a date

he was fully prepared to be loud while dragging his sibling along (again)

but then he gets there and ends up seeing them laughing and they just look so,, happy. both of them

he overhears his sibling ask "do you think he's ever gonna be okay with us? i mean, i know he's upset and all and it's the whole protective brother thing but i just— i still want him to support me and go back to how we were, y'know? he's my brother."

his heart hurts a little (lot)

he walks up with his hands in his pockets and only a slight pout/pointed stare at ushijima. they both know something's different when he's silent as he waits for his sibling to pack their things rather than hounding them

his sibling really knows when he asks "so, did you have fun?" like excuse me?? that's it??

seeing them knowingly grin and nod, all tooru can really do is sigh and smile a little. younger siblings, he guesses

eventually one day he gets home and he's tired and god iwa was so mean to him and he whines, "hey you can't tell me what they did at practice when you visited your boyfriend, can you?" knowing full-well they wouldn't say anything

"so you're picking that ugly guy over me? your best friend and big brother who loves and cares about you? who helped you ride a bike and picks you up and buys you food and—"

really his protectiveness has toned down but his jokes haven't. but they're different and that's how you knows he's fine.

less "stop hugging get away from each other you're going to make me sick" and more "take it to your room oh my god" (alternatively if that isn't super clear: less Stop Dating At All, more general annoying but accepting sibling)

he still doesn't like ushijima but his sibling's happiness is more important at the end of the day

the next time tooru catches ushijima alone he gets all serious, "you really like them, don't you?"

when ushijima (per usual) is direct and says, "yes, like i told you before. are you okay with it now?" oikawa feels like he's going to burst a nerve why can't you be more annoying about this

"yeah yeah yeah whatever. but i swear to god if they ever come home in tears because of you—" and he's back.

looks straight into his sibling's eyes and says "at least it isn't tobio. i would have disowned you, you know?" smh he's so annoying /j

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🐇 🤍 🍄 for the obkkrn asks!!!

🐇 who is the most emotional?

canon-adjacent: oh obito for sure, at least openly. especially as a kid (have i mentioned emotional disregulation) and into his teens, he’s very prone to Big Emotions. cries, gets angry, feels so happy he cries (he cries a lot.)

modern: also obito, but with less emotional disregulation fskdjdjs, and he doesn’t cry as much. but he still gets frustrated with homework easily, cries at pictures of bears (it’s his special interest btw) and stuff.

but on the flipside. kakashi feels emotions the most heavily of them, especially love. he loves his two people very much and is extremely attached to them. he’s just bad at coping with emotion so he just. doesn’t. so he doesn’t come off as the most emotional

🤍 how do they comfort the other when they're upset?

rin requires a thorough talk-through about what’s upsetting her :3 she’s a very open communicator, and stating the facts is good for her two boys who may misinterpret things. and this way, they can figure out how to help her (she’ll explicitly state what she needs too so they don’t have to fumble around figuring out what she wants). obito and kakashi are very happy to provide for her, and watching her favorite show together on the couch is usually involved <33

obito struggles to identify his needs, and sometimes pain makes him snappy :( he tries not to be, but depending on what’s upsetting him, he doesn’t have the focus to stop himself. some advil and a quiet, dark space is usually enough to help him, but if he’s feeling destructive, they have a punching bag. once he’s sorted through his feelings and can relax, he goes straight to his partners for cuddles and comfort :333 sometimes it’s a massage from rin, sometimes it’s kakashi making him a snack or petting his hair, sometimes it’s just laying with them! it really depends on context, but he likes touch as comfort.

kakashi has a tendency to isolate himself, and they’ll let him do so for half an hour to an hour before they help him. he requires some encouragement sometimes, because sometimes he just doesn’t want to talk, and they usually let him get away with it. if it’s really bothering him and they can tell, they’ll usually get it out of him, but that’s pretty rare. most of the time, they sandwich him between them in bed and act as a barrier to the world so he can think/talk/cope/do whatever he needs to do. he likes to be held and he likes to be hugged and he likes to be close when he’s upset because it makes him feel cared for, but really only in their bed in the dark lol. he’s just not really comfortable with it anywhere else, and they understand that :3 doesn’t stop them from pulling him into a torturous hug from time to time tho SHDJSK <333

🍄 what was their first date like?

modern au: their first official date was probablyyyy in place of prom night. they probably just went and got food at a cheap restaurant and then went to kakashi’s house to watch the sunset together (he has the best view because he’s got a lot of land that used to be farmland.

canon-adjacent: also probably just a restaurant and a quiet walk in the evening together! nothing too crazy lololol

ask game!! please send more i’m out and i want to answe more :3

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[robinofgothamcity]

scenario: you start seeing Jon which leads to the two of you having to hide it from your family and especially Damian.

pairing: jon kent ( superboy ) x fem! reader

note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / can you tell my kent family hyperfixation hasn't left yet? i swear it's becoming an issue lmaooo but this might actually be the longest fic i've written for this blog.

you talked with your friends who you had snuck into the gala with. Rachel had begrudgingly agreed to come to meanwhile Cass and Steph were the only other ones who agreed to come on their own accord.

"Damian, your only friend is here," Dick said, earning a kick from his younger brother before getting up and leaving you and Raven alone. you knew it was a rare occasion that she even decided to show up so you didn't want to leave her alone. "we probably won't see my brother for the rest of the night. whenever his friend comes, it's like everyone becomes a background character. for him being my adopted 'twin' brother, I have yet to meet this friend."

Raven laughed as you saw the wine that the couple on the dance left on your table drunkenly. the bottle was little more than half-filled and you gave one quick look to Raven before pouring the wine into both of your glasses and discarding it right away.

"to not having fun for the rest of the night," you giggled as the two of you chugged the wine down in a mere few seconds, "drier than I thought it would be but it beats having to pay for it," Raven muttered as you agreed to sneak another bottle from the bartender so you wouldn't have to pay for it. even with your dad paying for all your necessities, the drinks at his galas were far too expensive for you to even willingly pay for them yourself. the only reason why he even paid for all your expenses was because you agreed to skip out on college to help run some parts of Wayne Enterprises with your brother.

another reason why you couldn't exactly go and pay for it yourself was because Bruce was not one to exactly be chippy at the idea of you getting plastered drunk at one of his public galas. "I got one of two ideas. one: I'll go flirt with the bartender and you can sneak behind him and get the other bottle or two: I can flirt with the bartender for enough time to see if he'll just willingly give it to us," you told Raven as she nodded with option two.

the bartender happened to be in his younger 50s. you recognized him from previous WE events and although he was familiar with your family, you doubted that he would say anything to your dad about you flirting him with. all you had to do was push the top of the dress down a bit and hike up the bottom to get his attention.

"hey Martin," you said, leaning up against the bar table and smiling, "enjoying the night?" you asked as you saw him flinch back in surprise. he nodded, trying to divert his eyes from looking at you in anyway you could have felt to be disrespectful.

"I was thinking, how much does the bottle of Lafite Rothschild go for?" you asked, giving him a pouty face. he gulped nervously, "almost ten grand ma'am," he replied, grabbing it from the wine stand, "even for me? I mean, my dad must've paid for it so does it even go for that much considering I am his child?" he asked.

you could tell that you had caught him in a predicament, "I would assume not, I assume you're twenty one, right?" he murmured, handing you the precious bottle. you smiled (a fake one that anyone could see through) and nodded before giving the old man a light kiss on the cheek, "thanks Martin, I appreciate it," you said, giving him a wave before leaving.

Raven perked up seeing the bottle in your hand, "snagged a ten thousand dollar bottle," you said excitedly as you waved it in your hand. Raven stared at you in shock, "you got a ten thousand dollar bottle in less than five minutes?" she exclaimed.

you giggled before whispering in her ear, "the benefits of being a child of Bruce Wayne is that you can practically get away with anything. especially when you're the daughter." you popped open the bottle as you handed her the wine glass and poured the drink with care. you gave her a slight cheers before taking a small sip and being pleasantly surprised that it wasn't as dry for a wine with a huge amount of alcohol percentage.

as the night progressed, you and Raven got actively more drunk. you hadn't realized how hard the wine had hit you until Raven was drunkenly getting pulled home by Gar as you sat at the table with a little less than the bottle still full. you hadn't seen your dad or brother all night and you figured they must've been pulled into doing Batfamily work at some point and left you alone with Steph or Cass. hell, maybe even Dick if he was still around.

you weren't actively apart of the vigilante work all of your siblings did but you did help them out with the technical parts of it when Tim wasn't available. you didn't really like fighting or risking your life so after you graduated, you interned at Wayne Enterprises under Tim's orders while Damian worked under your dad.

at the age of twenty-one, you still hadn't met most of the league for the exception of Wonder Woman and The Flash. the rest were strangers in your head and much to Damian's luck, he wanted to keep it that way. at least in his case with Jon.

"ow, I am so sorry," you slurred as you managed to hit someone on the shoulder. he chuckled seeing as how you were not attempting to get up, "you okay there ma'am?" the man with a southern accent asked. you giggled as you attempted to get up, "I'm ( your name ) and you are?" you asked.

"Jon Kent, pleasure to meet you," he said, kissing your hand. you blushed as you heard one of your favorite songs come through the speakers, "would you like to dance?" you asked, not even caring that you had met this just a few mere seconds ago. he nodded, figuring that since Damian left him stranded at the gala, he had nothing to lose.

the song 'telepatia' by Kali Uchis played throughout the ballroom. Jon immediately took the reigns as the lead as the lights got dimmer and you danced against Jon sensually. "what got you dragged here?" you asked Jon. "my best friend invited me as his plus one. you?" he whispered in your ear, "I work for the company so I kind of had to attend," you managed to say before turning around and facing him.

you looked at Jon with drunken yet loving eyes, "you're handsome, you know that?" you said with no hesitation in your face. Jon laughed, placing his hand on your cheek, "right back at ya, darlin'," he replied as the song switched to another one of your favorite songs.

side to side by ariana grande started.

you shrugged, feeling as though you had nothing to lose and got up on your toes gave Jon a kiss on his lips. he was slightly taken back but played it off by returning it. the two of you remained kissing through the entirety of the song until Jon felt a familiar tap on his shoulder.

"I gotta go but if you're up for it, I'd love for ya to give me your number," you nodded excitedly as you practically snatched his phone from his hand and typed it in as quickly as possible with your name having a hundred emoji's next to it, "text me in the morning!" you screamed.

Jon laughed before following Damian from behind, "you suck, you know that!" Jon exclaimed, "I meet one girl I actually like and you drag me away!" Damian rolled his eyes, "please, you act like there isn't more girls out there to hit on." this time, it was Jon's turn to roll his eyes, "I got her number so I guess that's a plus."

you woke up the next morning with a pounding headache but to a few messages on your phone. you smiled realizing that it was the boy you had met the night before.

"good morning...or actually good afternoon!"

Jon laughed from his side of the phone.

"good afternoon darlin'. I hope you had a good sleep."

you were texting your way down the stairs, greeting Alfred and Bruce before grabbing a plate of lunch and sitting down on the bar top. "what time you'd make it home?" Bruce asked, sensing the hangover you had. "a bit past midnight. drank a bottle of Lafite with Raven before dancing with a boy you invited," you said honestly.

Bruce felt himself go stiff at the admittance of you drinking the Lafite bottle but remained silent as Alfred placed Advil and one of your Gatorades next to you. "yeah, whoever must've danced with you last night must've been drunk too because you'd want to dance with you?" Damian said coming down the stairs.

you threw him a fork, Damian dodging it with ease, "I'd shut up if I were you. I'm actually getting coffee with the guy in like an hour," you replied, chugging down the rest of the food before getting up and going to your room, "yeah and I pray for the man who now has to deal with you," Damian screamed loud enough for you to hear.

you pulled on a skirt and tights before slipping on a sweater and fixing your hair and quickly doing your makeup. you grabbed the keys from your bag and took the back entrance to get to your car. one of the benefits of getting paid so much was that you were able to afford cars that were out of price range for a lot of people your age.

the coffee shop you decided to meet Jon at was a few blocks into the heart of central Gotham. you got a table farthest from the crowd as you didn't want any attention on you and your potential boyfriend. you saw Jon approaching at the front of the coffee shop and pulled on your sunglasses so no one outside could see who you were.

"nice to meet you, this time with me not being drunk," you told Jon, giving him a friendly kiss on the cheek, "pleasure is all mine sweetheart," he replied, putting his arm around your shoulder. you got up to the front of cashier and scanned the menu.

"I'd like a venti mocha with oatmilk, what about you?" you asked Jon as he scanned the menu nervously before muttering that he hardly orders coffee. you smiled, "and an order of a grande peppermint hot chocolate," you added on as you took your card out, Jon's eyes widening at the black American Express card.

"wow, Wayne Enterprises must pay you really well," he exasperated, "yeah, I guess you could say that," you said as hesitantly as possible. after the two of you got the coffees, you got back to the table as you took off your sunglasses in a sigh of relief.

"do you really wear sunglasses everywhere you go?" Jon asked. you debated on telling him the actual reason but decided on a vague answer, "eh, it's more for secrecy. I guess if I get another date, I might tell you the real reason," you winked, making Jon blush.

+

through the weeks, you decided to keep the biggest part of your life a semi secret to Jon still. he knew vaguely of a few things but one mistake on your end managed to throw all of that away in more ways than one.

you were walking downtown with Jon, his hand grasping yours as the two of you roamed an area of town that you knew didn't have major significance to WE. you were holding a coffee in one hand as you walked about a few things that happened to you that week to Jon. it wasn't until you walked towards a busy street that your heart fell to your stomach.

a huge billboard, like signs you would see on highways, of you and Damian representing Wayne Enterprises stood in the middle of an intersection. you stared at the ground, your one secret given away as Jon stared down at you, a look of shock in his eyes.

"wait, you work with Damian Wayne?" he asked as he could tell that you did not want to look at him. you sighed, a bit scared, "work partners might be a little too far from what we are," you gulped, finally realizing that you had to admit to your family ties.

Jon looked at you, now more confused than shocked.

what you didn't know was that at the same time that you were about to confess everything to Jon, a paparazzi had taken dozens of photos of you and Jon that were immediately uploaded to various Twitter accounts and gossip magazines.

"Damian Wayne is my adopted brother. Bruce Wayne is my adopted dad. that's why I have a lot more money than any regular Wayne Enterprise worker."

Jon immediately stumbled to the ground, not expecting that answer coming from you. you immediately felt tears hitting your eyes as you figured that maybe Jon didn't want to be with someone so rich and famous. someone's whose family was always in the spotlight.

"DAMIAN WAYNE IS YOUR BROTHER?" Jon screamed, catching you off guard as this was the first time Jon had ever screamed at you. you nodded, trying not to look at him in the eyes, "he's going to kill me. your entire family is going to plot my murder. I'm a dead man. Clark is going to find me in a ditch," Jon started talking to himself.

it was now your turn to look at Jon confused, "wait, what?" you asked, wiping your tears. "YOUR BROTHER IS MY BEST FRIEND. Damian Wayne is Robin and I'm Superboy!" he whispered the last part, "I've been dating my best friends sister this entire time without realizing it!" he screamed.

you finally connected the dots. every time Damian said he was going on patrol with Superboy meant that he was going to hang out with Jon and every time Damian said that Jon turned down a patrol session usually meant that you were going on a date with him. both of you stared at each other, not knowing what to say.

"small world, eh?" you asked, trying to defuse the tension, "guess we better figure out a way to tell them, huh?" Jon replied as you both heard your phone going off with texts and calls. you opened it to see that Dick, Bruce, Tim, and even Jason and Alfred were frantically calling you.

"hello, what happened?" you asked, picking up Dick's call. "GET HOME NOW!" he yelled through the phone as you heard Damian's screeching voice from the other side, "why? what happened?" you asked, staring at Jon now in fear.

"SHE'S DATING JON? I'M GOING TO KILL HIM BEFORE I KILL HER!" you heard Damian scream before something broke, "pictures of you kissing Jon came to the public on Twitter and he saw them," Jason said, half annoyed.

both of your hearts fell to your stomach as you realized it was now or never. everyone knew of your relationship and it wasn't even something both of you tried to do intentionally. you grabbed Jon's hand, yours shaking in fear as you got into the passenger side of his beat up red truck. he could tell you were beyond scared to go home and he now knew it was time. he had to man up before it got worse and you attempted to break up with him.

once you arrived to Wayne Manor, you sat still, not moving an inch. "it'll be okay darlin', I promise it won't be too bad," he murmured as he opened your door. you nodded as you hopped off and started walking towards the door.

you could hear Damian's yells still going on from the other side door as you opened it. you grasped Jon's hand and walked into the living space, Damian's eyes immediately looking at you before charging to Jon with every ounce of strength he had. Jason quickly grabbed you as Jon dodged him and Damian went straight to attack him again. you couldn't bare to look at the sight and felt tears spring to your eyes as you hid your face into Jason's side.

"hey, you okay?" Jason asked. he could see the tears in your eyes which instantly made him a bit upset. "enough," Jason screamed, catching everyone's attention. Jon and Damian saw the hurt look on your face and as soon as Jon realized you were upset at the fight he was having, he kicked Damian off of him and walked towards you.

he grabbed your hand and whispered an apology into your ear as he stroked your cheek lovingly, "I'm sorry dear but I wasn't expecting Damian to do this," Jon said as Damian watched the way Jon was treating you. a part of him knew that Jon would treat you right. Jon wasn't like your typical average boy but the fact that neither of you told him is what set him off and seeing you being so lovingly with Jon set him off again.

Damian ran towards Jon again but this time, you shielded him which made him stop immediately, "Damian, stop, please," you croaked. Bruce saw you trying to neutralize the situation and stood next to Damian, hinting at him to quit it, "I'm sorry we never told you but the reason why we never did was because we had no idea who the other was. I didn't know Jon was your best friend and clearly didn't know that he was Superboy and he had no idea I was even related to you nevertheless your sister. please, if it's anyone's fault, it's mine," you explained.

Dick, Jason, and Tim stared at Jon who grabbed your hand and pulled you to the side, "and I would have never made the move if I knew she was your sister but we fell in love and it was like a soulmate connection. we were meant for each other and I want her to be in my life. she's it for me," Dick sighed mesmerized as Tim and Jason gagged at the cheesy confession.

Damian growled, "if you even think of hurting her, Clark will be down one son and I mean it. that's my sister and no man will ever be good enough for her. you are my best friend and she might be a pain in my ass, she means the world to me. I will not hesitate to dig your grave and bury you alive if I see one tear of sadness coming down her face," Damian stated before hitting Jon on the shoulder purposely before walking away.

you smiled, your heart swelling at Damian's speech. he never once said anything like that about you and in his Damian way of being, you knew this was his way of accepting your relationship with Jon. you smiled at Jon before giving him a huge kiss on the lips, making your dad and all of your brothers gag at the sight.

"okay, save that shit for privacy, no one needs to see that," Jason said as he walked away. Bruce gave you one look before turning to Jon, "your father knows in case you were wondering but feel free to stay for dinner if you'd like," Bruce said before walking away with Tim and Dick walking away with him.

"I love you," you whispered to Jon as he let out a laugh against your lips, "I love you too and I'm all of this was cleared out." you nodded in agreement as you grasped his hand, "wanna come up to my room? I figured we should catch some sleep before Alfred calls everyone for dinner and Damian starts another fight," Jon agreed, giving you a kiss on your head as the two of you walked up the stairs.

[themorphine]

A Shot of Love (Feysand)

Fandom: ACOTAR

Ship: Feysand

Type: Fluff and a tiny tiny bit of angst <33

Premise: Feyre gets a flu shot and Rhys is the doctor :))

TW: mentions and kinda describing? of needles

AAA SO I HAVEN'T POSTED A FIC IN A LONG TIME BUT HERE I AM!! Enjoy lovelies <33

Goddamnit how could I be so stupid?

This was a question that Feyre asked herself many times, but this time she really meant it. Today was her appointment for her flu shot.

Her parents who were now dead hadn’t even bothered to come when she was younger, so she and her sisters had to go get the shots themselves.

She had partied all night with her friends Mor and Lucien, celebrating surviving the fucking week. She hadn’t had that much fun in a really long time, but the aftermath was not fun at all.

She had woken tangled with Mor and Lucien, a pounding headache, and she could feel her pulse in her right eyelid. Just fucking great. She managed to disentangle herself from the two and padded toward the kitchen.

It was while she was getting some milk for her coffee that she saw the post-it note on the fridge door:

Flu Shot appointment on Nov 11 at 3 pm DON’T BE LATE FEYRE OML- Past Feyre

Feyre scrambled to find her watch; it was the first thing she had bought when she left Tamlin. It reminded her that time was hers now, that she could do whatever she wanted in the day now that she was finally free from that asshole.

2:00 pm.

Shit fucking shit-.

Feyre scrambled as she tried to shower and dress quickly, shrugging on some sweats and a random t-shirt that probably smelled like shit. Oh well, she thought, it's better than nothing.

She could hear Mor and Lucien groaning as they were beginning to wake, so Feyre put some Advil and water on her side table for them and rushed out the door.

It was 2:20 by the time Feyre was out the door, the wind biting around her skin. She had forgotten to check the weather and was severely underdressed. She could feel the pedestrians staring at her, some of them with admiration. She snorted and walked on in the chilly November air, praying to god that she would get to her appointment on time.

*~*

Feyre barely made it to her appointment.

It was 2:58 and the receptionist was glaring daggers at her but led a huffing Feyre to the room where she was to wait from the doctor. She sank onto the stool, noticing it was a bit wobbly. She tried to even out her breath. Just because she had started training after leaving Tamlin, it didn’t mean her legs were used to running non-stop. She made a mental note to talk to trainer Cassian about running.

She checked her found, and found millions of messages from Mor and Lucien, asking where the hell she was. Getting a Flu-Shot she replied, and their group chat exploded with needle and random emojis and Feyre rolled her eyes. She loved her friends.

As she was putting her phone in her pocket when the door opened, and a man she presumed started talking.

“Hello- “

Feyre’s stool broke the minute their eyes met. She fell to the floor, the cheap IKEA stool falling apart. It was kind of ironic that the stool collapsing could perfectly capture where her mind was the minute she saw the doctor's face.

She felt the pain shooting up her legs a second later, and she hissed. Tiles were not the ideal floor to fall on. She could feel her cheeks flaming.

He was all high cheekbones and strong jaw, with inky blue hair and gods those made Feyre’s knees weak. Well, weaker than they were from the fall. They were an impossible violet, like a night sky, calm and quiet.

His smirk, however, did not radiate calm in quiet. The feelings that aroused from Feyre were neither calm nor quiet as well. It aroused annoyance.

She scowled and purposefully ignored the hand the doctor had held out; she didn’t need the prick's help. She didn’t need anyone’s help.

“Well, I’ve never had a patient fall for me.” The man said in a voice as smooth as silk. Bastard.

“I’ve never had a doctor be so rude to their patients. Where is Doctor Nuit? She’s my usual doctor.” Feyre replied, her voice full of annoyance and a hint of curiosity. Doctor Nuit was her usual doctor, why wasn’t she here?

The man’s face instantly crumpled for a split second before he recomposed himself. Feyre wondered if she imagined his face looking sad, the impossible white flecks in his eyes, like stars, winking out.

“Dr. Nuit was my mother, but she passed away one year ago.” He said it in a polite monotone, but Feyre could see the sadness in his eyes. She wanted to hold his hand, hug him, do something to make him feel better, but she didn’t know what.

“I’m sorry. If it makes you feel better, I can relate, both my parents died some time ago.” She didn’t know why she said the last bit, that was something she kept close and guarded. But this man was loosening her heart up bit by bit, and she didn’t know if she liked or hated it. Probably like hate.

“I’m sorry to hear that Ms. Archeron.” She suppressed a shiver at the way his voice curled around her last name. Damn this prick/doctor was driving Feyre mad.

“Feyre. Feyre Archeron.” She blurted out, and mentally cursed herself.

Dr. Nuit smiled and responded with “Rhysand. Rhysand Nuit. But my friends call me Rhys.” Rhysand. That name fit him. He was li-

JUST GET THE FLU SHOT FEYRE, she told herself. All she was here for was a flu shot. Simple.

“Now can we get on with the doctoring stuff? I have stuff to do.” Feyre added impatiently. Admittedly she did not, but he didn’t have to know that.

Rhysand chuckled and started preparing the needle.

Feyre didn’t mind needles; she has iron deficiency, so the frequent blood tests made her indifferent to them.

“Left or right arm?” he asked, his voice pulling Feyre out of her thoughts. His voice was smoo-

Um. What?

“Left or right arm? For the flu shot.” Shit. She must have said that aloud as well as in her mind. Damn this man.

“Left,” Feyre replied curtly, but Dr. Nuit kept on staring at her like there was something else she had to say.

“What?” she responded, her voice clipped.

“Now darling, shouldn’t you say please? We must maintain our manners.” He impossible purred, his voice dripping with humour.

Feyre was dripping with annoyance for this prick.

“First of all, don’t call me darling. Secondly, I’m paying for this shot even though it really should be free, so, no I do not need to say please.”

She had been told to say please too many times with Tamlin, told to be grateful for what he had given her and if she ever felt unhappy, she would be called “ungrateful” by him. Dr. Nuit may mean no harm, but she was done playing the doll.

Surprisingly Dr. Nuit saw that something was wrong, that what he had said had struck a chord. She expected that silence that everyone gave, that reminded her too much of her time in Tamlin’s manor. The silence was deafening.

“That’s all-right darling, but that means you won’t get a Cars 2 Band-Aid.” He shrugged. He wasn’t silent. A quiet laugh bubbled out of Feyre, unexpected to both of them. He smiled a warm, true smile, not the usual smirk.

He began the process of disinfecting the area, getting cotton pads, and a Band-Aid. He gently rolled her sleeve a bit up, and she shivered internally. Fuck.

“This ok?” he asked, voice a bit breathy.

“Yes.” She replied, her voice breathier than she liked.

She felt him put in the needle, but she couldn’t stop watching him. She studied his features, his strong jaw, a nose that from far looked straight but, looked like it had taken a few blows. His high and sweeping cheekbones, and those eyes. Gods those eyes. Just like the night sky.

“All done.” He said but didn’t move away. Neither did Feyre. He looked at her lips and then back up at her eyes, a blush tinging on his cheeks.

Oh, hell with it

Feyre kissed him.

She surged toward him, kissing a surprised but pleased Rhys. Before they could take it any further she pulled away and hopped off the bed.

“If you want a real kiss, you’ll have to take me on a proper date first.” She said nonchalantly, but there was a nervousness buzzing under her. He chuckled, before replying with “Of course darling. Next time you won’t be able to think of anything else.” “We’ll see.” She responded, and left the room, a smile tugging at her lips.

*~*

It was when Feyre went to take the Band-Aid off when she was about to go to bed that she realized it was a Cars 2 Band-Aid, with a phone number on it. Rhysand’s number.

She smiled and went to get her phone to dial the number.

*~*

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[freakygirlie]

Sorry, but for me your header explanation is extremely confusing. Who took this sc/ photo? Who wrote what? Why does it say Jack? And I don't understand why it is considered proof? Are there other posts that explain the whole thing in more detail and with more context? Sorry again.

anon, first of all don't apologize for asking questions it's okay <33

okay i'll try to explain this in as much detail and as clearly as possible, here we go.

''Who took this sc/ photo?''- Jared showed his phone screen at a convention when a fan asked him what his favorite emoji was. He had recently texted that emoji to Jensen(you can see it in the sc!) so he opened up the chat to show it to the fans. Con vid link -> (x) - starts at around 4:44. The phone screen was enlarged on the big screen behind Jared, fans took a sc from there in the video. Here's as clear a sc as i've seen -> (x) (and it's in my header too!)

''Who wrote what?''- Jack is Jensen and he wrote ''Omg...! Red Advil so bad. I need.'' Timing when he sent it is unknown but it was somewhere around that night probably like 10 or 11 pm. Then at 4:29 AM Jensen wrote ''you know we have a convention today?'' Jared didn't reply. And at 9:46 AM Jared sent that emoji to Jensen.

''Why does it say Jack?''- Jack is one of Jared's many nicknames for Jensen. He saved Jensen's contact in his phone as Jack.

''And I don't understand why it is considered proof?''- In the convention when Jared showed his chat, he rambled about it a bit and said that Jensen sent him that ''convention'' message because his alarm went off late and Jensen banged on his door to wake him up. THIS proves that J2 had two rooms. BUT the convention took place at around 9 AM. And the message was sent at 4:29 AM. Which means that Jensen sent it early morning. Now what did Jensen mean by the message? Jared says in his panel that he was out late night. He's also tired in the panel and makes no effort in hiding it. So Jensen texted Jared ''you know we have a convention today?'' as a like ''dude why are you still out we have a convention you need sleep'' kind of thing. The big question here is: How did Jensen know that Jared wasn't back yet??? They were in separate rooms(two rooms right?), there had been no other convo except the Advil one and then the 'convention' message. How did Jensen know? You can try whatever explanation fits here- a very popular one is the 'one room, two beds'. But Jared said there were two rooms. Another is 'Jared came back, was drunk, made a lot of noise, Jensen heard him, sent a message'. But we all know that if Jensen heard Jared making noise out in the hallway he'd go check on him, instead of sending a text message that Jared might not even see if he was tired and drunk.

and well that leaves only explanation doesn't it? Jared and Jensen were in the same room(same bed djjdjksjkf), Jensen woke up in the middle of the night, turned around, didn't see Jared, texted him :))) and well you connect the dots from here <3

''Are there other posts that explain the whole thing in more detail and with more context?''- Think this is the one anon!

hope this clears it up! if you have any other questions, don't hesitate to ask!

[amaranthine-enihtnarama]

Collar (Michael Langdon x woc! Reader)

(The true battle is watching their superiority complexes clash; tw for shitty daughter/father relationship; enemies -to-‘do they wanna kill each other or fuck each other?’-to-‘oh shit are those butterflies’ ; good for her ; god complexes 😩👌)

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TWs for this chapter: vi0lence, blood, dubc0n situation, s3xu4al situation. (No nasty-nasty, though. I only write consensual nasty-nasty. Also I’m not sure if using numbers will protect me from Tumblr but time will tell) Just to be as clear as possible, Eve goes to hell in this chapter and it’s not a cute experience. It will get intense, so if you can’t handle that kind of stuff, I’ll signal when to skip and when to read again in this chapter with this emoji —> 🥀

part five | supreme

A gasp tore free from my lips as I opened my eyes, finally regaining consciousness. My body felt like it was made of led, but with some simple cleansing and warding it would improve. Above that, I needed water. My mouth felt like sandpaper.

As I sat up, I realized I was in an unfamiliar room and an unfamiliar bed—based off of my past few days, this was a genuine relief. It was a large, king-sized mattress, with a white comforter and plush, vanilla-scented pillows. I nearly knocked over the the tall glass of ice water and advil on the nightstand as I dragged my body onto the side of the bed. I gulped it down eagerly, ignoring the jarring sensation it made, then quickly popped the Advil in my mouth to drink down the rest of it.

When I set it down, I realized that there was a pitcher of chilled water on a round, petite table at the side of the room, and quickly went to get more water. I let out a beyond relieved sigh when I made it halfway through the pitcher.

With my thirst sated, I finally looked around the room with interest—from its fluffy green carpet to its flawless bedclothes and stylish decorated lamps, it was abundantly clear that I was in a hotel. It lifted a tension in my stomach to think thar Kevin followed the plan. It gave me an almost warm feeling to think of him gifting his girlfriend the necklace, smiling and playing with his baby, sitting down for dinner and watching some terrible late night sitcom with—

“Oh thank god, you’re awake,” he said, barging through the room door, “I was worried you’d still be passed out for the flight.”

My head spun a little. “The flight?”

“Back to New Orleans. I talked to your friend, Zoe? She texted you like crazy.”

“How did—“

“Touch ID,” he said, checking the water pitcher, “Okay, you’re going to go to the bathroom first, THEN we’ll go.”

“No, no, no,” I said, grabbing Kevin’s wrist.

He stopped, looking at me. “What’s up?”

“You were supposed to…go home,” I insisted, “You could die. Your whole family could die.”

He gave a wry chuckle. “Yeah, I know, I’m definitely not getting paid enough for this shit. Sucks to be a good person.”

Not another one. Not another good person.

“No, no, no, no, you need to leave. You need to get away.”

I had the door open and tried to push him back. He held my forearms and resisted.

“Woah—okay, you’re strong for a delirious woman—“

“I’m serious, you have to get away while you can, I can’t—I can’t protect you…”

I fell silent as I laid eyes on John Henry emerging behind him. The room fell around me; the walls were caving in. I backed away, shaking my head.

“No, no, why is he here?”

“It’s okay—Eve—it’s, please!”

Kevin flinched as I lifted my hand towards them. “Woah, woah, no! None of that!”

I looked between them in confusion, the Advil wearing off swiftly. I grabbed my head, tears of pain forming in my eyes as a migraine formed. John Henry slid past Kevin and held me steady as I moved over to the table.

“Look, you’re okay. I left the academy, that kid isn’t right and we need to stop him.”

I slouched into the chair heavily, gripping John Henry’s hand. “…Okay.”

His hands hovered awkwardly around me as he tried to figure out how to comfort me. I waved my hand dismissively.

“You don’t…have to.”

“Okay, kid.”

He straightened up and stepped back. Their eyes were burning into me as I sat still, my hands covering my eyes. I took a breath, trying to regain my mind. There was a space there from what I last remembered and my waking hours now.

I paused, unsure what my last memory was.

I turned around, looking to the bed. On it, there were various things strewn about; a rosebud, a small knife charm, etc. I let out a heavy sigh, rubbing my forehead.

“How many days have I been under?”

“About two-and-a-half,” Kevin said, “You were…floating a lot of the time.”

“You were over-exerting yourself, as usual,” John Henry added with a heavily disapproving tone, “You can’t become the Supreme if you kill yourself before you get to New Orleans.”

Supreme. The thought made a knot form in my stomach.

“Right. Look, I’ll take a shower, then get dressed. I won’t be long, just wait in the car for me.”

“She needs to use the bathroom first,” Kevin interjected.

I rolled my eyes, forcing myself to my feet and going to the bathroom.

I didn’t wash for a while in the shower. I just stared at the tile, feeling the steam creep up my skin as memories flooded my mind. None of them belonged to me.

I fought back a wave of nausea, leaning onto the wall. They were flashing behind my eyes—kill after kill after betrayal after hurt. It made my emotions go haywire, I began to cry, then sob wildly, barely covering my mouth.

Oh god, I’d killed her—I’d killed my Ms. Mead—

I gasped, eyes widening. That woman wasn’t my Ms. Mead at all.

I quickly turned off the hot water, hoping the sharp chill of a cold shower would clear my mental confusion.

Another person, dead because of me. Another person I loved. Why is it that I destroy everything I touch?

I stared at my feet as I shivered.

I wonder who that thought belonged to.

***

It took much longer than I’d wanted to drag myself out of the shower. I picked out a purple pantsuit, some black flats, and a forest green satin halter top. I had to rest a moment before actually dressing. Once I’d finished that, I called someone to take my luggage down to the car, and finished the rest of the water.

A knock came to the door. I wasn’t mindful enough then to realize it had come far too swiftly and didn’t check the eyehole. I got up to open the door, but it opened on its own.

“Hey, thanks for helping…out…”

I felt the blood drain from my face at the sight of Michael in my doorway, watery eyes glaring at me with vengeance, dried tears streaking down his face. I stepped back and tried to tear my eyes away from his—I couldn’t. I couldn’t and it was killing me.

I stared at him, feeling my eyes begin to swim with tears as he walked towards me, knife in hand. The longer I looked into his gaze the more grief filled my body and clutched my heart.

I let out a gasp, tears trickling down my cheeks.

“Why are you crying? You’re the one who made her shoot herself in the head and let her get dropped onto the road like some animal,” he snapped, the door slamming shut behind him.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, “I—I mean I definitely would’ve killed her regardless given the chance to go back, but—“

He grabbed me, pressing the knife against my stomach.

“I should spill your blood all over this carpet.”

I held his vengeful gaze, tilting my head. A hint of a smile formed on my face. “But you won’t, will you?”

“I know how guilty you feel,” I said softly, holding onto his wrist and pulling his hand away from my abdomen, “But honestly, what did you expect when you sent a woman with a gun after me?”

I gripped his wrist tighter, tears welling in my eyes. “And why would you send someone you love?”

He stared into my eyes, letting go of me.

“Don’t you know by now that the people we love always die?”

His head turned towards the bed, seeing the pile of things on it. He must’ve recognized them all, because he met my eyes in amazement. My avalanche of grief hardened into anger.

“You should’ve protected her with all you had.”

He took hold of my arm, pulling me towards him.

“Why are you crying for me?”

I looked over the bed, then back to him.

“I see all of you,” I said, “It’s not just darkness, it’s misery. And now you’ve lost the only person in the world who made it even a little bit better.”

He shook his head. “No—no—I’ll bring her back.”

“And I’ll kill her again,” I said simply.

“You—“

He’d pulled me against him, frustration and anger in his eyes, put then he fell silent. I looked in confusion. His eyes glided down my face, then settled onto my—

“What are you doing,” I asked, voice failing: I knew exactly what he was thinking and feeling.

He dropped his knife and took hold of my face delicately.

“You know what I’m doing.”

I swallowed. He wiped the tears from my eyes, then swept away the rest from my cheeks.

“Are you going to stop me,” he asked, “I’ll let you.”

I parted my lips slowly, and he grazed his thumb over them. My heartbeat started to fill my ears. I furrowed my eyebrows slightly as he guided my chin upward.

“Is this another dream,” I wondered out loud, glancing between his eyes.

A hint of a smile formed on his face. “You dream about me?”

I felt myself nearly blush as sweat formed all over my body.

“Don’t forget I’d kill you if I got the chance,” I said, trying to level my tone. “I’d kill everyone you love.”

“You have a chance right now,” he provoked, smiling fully, “Go ahead. Send my blade straight through my back and watch the life fade from my eyes.”

“What good would that do? That would only give my father a reason to get me out of the way, too.”

He paused. “And what do you mean by that?”

“It’s none of your business. Now…are you killing me today, or are we going to have another lovely meeting like this again?”

He looked at me with genuine surprise. “Kill you? Why would I do that? Of course I wouldn’t kill you.”

I couldn’t suppress my curiosity. “Why? I’m the one who’s going to block your path to succeeding in your plans.”

He laughed softly. “You can say that now, Eve. But it doesn’t change our fate together.”

“I already told you what good your fate is to me.”

“Then tell me something. Would you rather believe that you dream of me because of our fate, or because you want me?”

I turned my head away in embarrassment, but he held my jaw and forced it back.

“I…I don’t want you,” I protested quietly.

“Hmm? I’m going to need you to speak up, Eve.”

“Why the hell did you come here if it wasn’t to get even?”

“Because I was furious with you,” he said, “Obviously, I was. You always provoke me and get in my way.”

I frowned. “Then—“

“I think I’m starting to realize, though,” he muttered, eyes brightening slightly, “I like to be provoked. I like the way you challenge me. It makes me…feel things I’ve never felt before.”

He released my jaw, and his fingers ghosted over my neck, making me struggle to remain composed. His touch was gentle. His fingertips felt like velvet.

“Tell me, Eve; what do you dream about?”

I watched as he leaned down towards me, and felt a confusion of feelings in my gut. I stared into his eyes, feeling my mouth fall open slightly as he threatened to capture my lips with his.

“No.”

“No?”

“I won’t tell you.”

He chuckled. “Well then, it’s not hard to guess, is it?

I felt a hint of terror at the possibility that he could. I felt so transparent. I had my guard up, but it felt thin against those empty, piercing eyes.

“Poor little monster, I hope you aren’t presuming you can look into my soul,” I said, mustering some pride, “It’s already been established you can’t.”

“It’s not in your soul, it’s written all over your face.”

I couldn’t help myself. “What?”

“How badly you need me to kiss you so you don’t cave and do it yourself.”

I would’ve protested if I could make myself speak. I would’ve shoved him away, maybe even compelled him to leave…if I didn’t know it was true. The feeling of it paralyzed me. Still, I managed to find something to say.

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

“Then prove it.”

His eyes fell shut, and I held my breath as he gently pressed his lips against mine. I closed my eyes, feeling my legs weaken slightly. I clenched my hands into fists as something clicked inside of me—it was sending impulses throughout my entire body to hold him so he wouldn’t pull back, to let him in further, to kiss him deeper. It scared me. My mind told me to push him away, but I didn’t. I knew if I lifted my hands I wouldn’t do what my mind wanted me to do; my instinct would possess me. He made a quiet sound, almost something like a whimper, and released one side of my face to pull me closer by my waist.

I started to succumb to myself—I kissed him back. He let my face go as I started to hold his and his hands slid across my torso to find more skin. His fingertips found my back underneath my blazer and he traced my spine, sending shivers through my body.

“Am I proving it enough for you,” he questioned, voice husky.

“Shut up,” I whispered, leaning forward to meet his lips again.

I froze when I felt him smiling, and my eyes flew open. He was looking at me with a flush in his cheeks and a sly glimmer in his eyes. A wave of nausea come over me.

What the hell did I just—

“Get your hands off of me,” I ordered, avoiding his gaze.

He released me, and I backed against the wall to make distance. I folded my arms in front of me, feeling a shiver pass through my body.

“You don’t have to be so scared, Eve,” he said.

I gave him a warning look when he took a step towards me. Michael sighed.

“Back. Up.”

He obliged. We stood in silence.

“You know, I felt it too.”

“Leave,” I told him.

To my surprise, he did. I looked up and the door was ajar, leaving me in an empty room. I stared, touching my lips as my pulse continued to race.

“Eve, are you okay?!”

I jumped at the sound of Kevin’s voice coming from the hallway. I slipped into the bathroom and turned on the sink, splashing my face with cold water. I looked in the mirror with alarm, realizing my lipstick had been smudged. I hurriedly wiped it off. Kevin and John Henry appeared behind me, chests heaving.

“What’s wrong,” I asked, regaining control over my voice, “I wasn’t taking too long, was I?”

“Someone called us—said you weren’t answering the door and that it wouldn’t open,” Kevin said through desperate gasps for air, “Obviously we were freaked the fuck out.”

“We were worried that one of the warlocks had shown up, or that he had.”

I forced my expression to stay flat at the mentioning of Michael.

“No one came. I was probably in the shower, though.”

I reapplied my lipstick, letting out a sigh.

“Sorry to cause trouble. Let’s go.”

***

It was hard to conceal that something wasn’t right with me when all I did during the flight was sleep and keep an unbroken stare out of the window, but I couldn’t relax if I was looking at anything other than the sun kissed clouds. Frankly, I couldn’t imagine anyone feeling settled after kissing the Antichrist like that and wanting more.

It made me start to wonder if all of the stuff he was saying might have some weight after all.

John Henry shook me awake once we’d landed in New Orleans; Kevin had dropped us off at the airport after I demanded he finally separate himself for his own wellbeing. But after Michael had followed me, I was only more worried. Did Michael see Kevin? Was he able to watch us go to the airport? The thought haunted me as we rode to the academy—was he watching us now?

“Eve.”

I blinked, looking over to John Henry. He was looking at me with concern.

“Are you okay? You seem off. More than expected.”

“Ye—Yeah. Fine.”

His eyes remained fixed on me, making me feel a little edgy.

“I said I’m fine, John Henry.”

“I think by now I’d be able to tell whether you’re okay or not,” he said, dismissing my protest, “What is it?”

I frowned, looking out of the window. He sighed.

“Come on, Eve. Talk to me. I’m on your side.”

I didn’t answer, leaving him to throw out some possibilities.

“Is it about your father?”

I slowly shook my head, glancing over to him.

“Is it…”

He let out a heavy sigh, rubbing his forehead. “I—I don’t know, kid. I just know you’re lying.”

We rode quietly, and I decided to take out my headphones and listen to music. I rested my head on the cool window and shut my eyes, drifting off to sleep.

“Hey, Eve,” a gentle voice said.

I groaned, waking up as I felt myself being nudged. I took off my sunglasses, looking up and seeing Zoe. A wave of relief rushed through me, and I almost pulled her into a hug. She smiled.

“You okay?”

I nodded, letting her help me out of the car.

“Cordelia’s waiting for you.”

My stomach tightened—I tried to relax it. “Okay. She’s in the greenhouse?”

“Yeah.”

I looked to the ground as we walked inside, passing by John Henry talking with Myrtle and Queenie instructing some wards in another room.

“Hi Eve, welcome back.”

I glanced up to see Mallory smiling at me. I smiled back, giving a wave. “Afternoon, Mallory. Still studying hard?”

She laughed a little, nodding. “Of course.”

“Good. Go have a glass of water, okay? Have a bit of a rest.”

She nodded, heading for the kitchen. Zoe smiled at me as we went out back.

“What,” I asked, feeling embarrassed.

“Nothing, just…you’re so sweet to the girls. Almost makes me forget how you are with everyone outside of this place.”

I rolled my eyes and she giggled. “Okay, okay, give me a break.”

“No, no, it’s…I think it’s good.”

We stopped outside of the greenhouse. I looked at her curiously. She smiled.

“I know you think you’re still too young and still too different to lead, but you’re wrong. You’re smart, and powerful, and tenacious. But, the most important thing to me is that you love this place and everyone in it, despite what even you may think. Fiona wasn’t like that.”

I tensed at the mentioning of Fiona, looking away. “What do you mean by that?”

“I know how your mind works, Eve. You’re thinking ‘young, ambitious Supreme takes power before her time and runs our coven into the ground’.”

She took my hand. “But no one thinks that. Cordelia doesn’t think that. No matter what happens, we trust you.”

I squeezed her hand, giving her a meaningful look. She smiled back, patting my shoulder, and leaving me to go into the greenhouse. I stood outside for a while, hesitating to enter. I knew there would be no going back after talking to Cordelia, and I knew what it meant for her.

‘I’m going to change the world. Reform it.’

A chill ran through me at the memory of Michael’s words—I opened the door without thinking.

“Eve, come in,” she greeted warmly, turning from one of her herbal concoctions to smile at me.

I walked inside, smiling meekly back. “Hi.”

“Here. Come sit—I made you something.”

I sat down on a stool, taking the steaming cup Cordelia handed me. I smelled it and felt the knots in my stomach release.

“It’s for your recovery. I’ll make you some more, but you need rest too if you’re going to be ready for the Seven Wonders by the blood moon.”

I looked at the pale golden color of the drink as it steamed against my nose and cheeks.

“…Thanks.”

I drank it, feeling Cordelia’s concerned look.

“I know you don’t think—“

I emptied out the cup, feeling warmth spread throughout my body and release the tension from my shoulders. I met her eyes. She sighed.

“I’m ready to do what’s necessary, Eve.”

I stared quietly, then turned my gaze back to my empty cup. “I know.”

“And I know you don’t want to be, but it’s looking like you must.”

“…I know.”

A silence fell over us. I set the cup down, rubbing my neck.

“Have you been feeling well,” I asked meagerly. I wasn’t like her health was going to improve in three days. “You look better.”

She laughed slightly. “Thank you.”

She was trying to catch my gaze—I avoided her stare. With a sigh, she came over to me a placed a hand on my shoulder.

“You look different,” she remarked, “I would ask if it’s your father, but I know that look.”

I swallowed and my throat tightened. She felt me tense.

“Eve…are you okay?”

I clasped my hands and gripped them tightly.

“I don’t think you should make me Supreme.”

“What do you mean? Why?”

I glanced towards the door with hesitation, then looked back at my hands. I spoke quietly, afraid that someone, somewhere, would hear me.

“Something he’d said. Ariel’s messiah, the devil’s son.”

Cordelia pulled up a stool, sighing softly. “Okay, tell me about it.”

“…He said his father had guided him to me. That I was supposed to be by his side.”

“Lies,” she said, placing a comforting hand on mine, “It’s a lie. But surely you’d know that.”

I met her eyes. When she saw my look, her gaze changed. She looked concerned.

“Eve…what happened in Los Angeles?”

I squeezed her hand. “I made a mistake. I—I went to his old home and submerged myself into his pain and darkness—“

Her eyes widened, and her voice rose slightly. “Eve, you know you shouldn’t put yourself in that state of vulnerability, you get influenced!”

“I know! And I was.”

I kept my voice hushed, glancing to the door again. It felt like someone was eavesdropping—was it him?

“Cordelia…he followed me to the hotel and…”

I looked down, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Jesus fucking christ.”

“And what, Eve? Did he hurt you? What did he—“

“He kissed me.”

Cordelia looked at me silently, scanning my face.

“And…I kissed him.”

“You were recovering, Eve, you simply weren’t fully yourself.”

I shook my head. “No, no, I wanted him to.”

“You were influenced by his wants, Eve. His energies.”

I leaned towards her slightly. “I wanted him to. I had awareness, Cordelia, and that awareness told me to stop myself. But I didn’t want to. I wanted more.”

Cordelia stared, then nodded in understanding. “Well…I don’t see how a sexual attraction will invalidate your being Supreme.”

“But don’t you see what that could mean for what else—“

“Eve, forgive me, but I’m completely certain that boy is lying to you. He’s just trying to play with your mind. Something you’re not unfamiliar with yourself.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but I didn’t want to tell her about the dreams.

“It’s nothing to worry yourself about Eve. No Supreme is perfect.”

I couldn’t hide my cynicism. “Is possibly wanting to fuck the Antichrist an innocent little flaw, Cordelia?”

“Well…you’re a young woman…I have nothing that I can really say besides there have been far worse Supremes. Just remain in command of yourself and you’ll do what’s best. It’s in your nature, Eve.”

She got up, replacing the stool beneath the table. “The only things you need to worry about right now are rest and passing the seven wonders. We’ll take care of everything else. Ok?”

I stared at the floor.

“Ok?”

I met her eyes, nodding. “Yeah. Okay.”

I gave her a smile, and went to my room.

I wish I could’ve told her then—I wish I could’ve told myself. She was wrong.

***

I slept for hours and hours on end, with days, afternoons, and nights smearing together in my mind—nothing mattered during the time my eyes were shut. My dreams were my world, and the dreams were of him.

When my body was finally rested, I sat up in the middle of the night, fully awake, then got out of bed. The night was an eternity. I read, I ate, I bathed, and I meditated again. At dawn, I was met with Myrtle when I returned to the kitchen. She gave me a smile.

“Finally, you’ve awakened from your royal slumber.”

She lit the stove. “Would you like some tea?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

She retrieved two teacups from the cupboard and set them on the table. We sat quietly.

“Tell me, do you feel sufficiently rested?”

I nodded quietly. She smiled.

“Do you feel ready for your test?”

“Yeah, I…I think I am.”

“Good. The blood moon’s tonight.”

“Ah. Glad I didn’t oversleep.”

The tea kettle rumbled quietly.

“I don’t want her to die,” I said, meeting Myrtle’s eyes.

“You’re already killing her, my dear.”

I bit my lip, staring into my lap. “She…I can’t lose her. Not yet.”

She was quiet for a moment. “I know.”

The tea kettle began to whistle, making me jump slightly. She turned the burner off.

“I think I might want to go back to sleep after all.”

“Well, have some tea first.”

She poured me a cup, and I watched the steam in the air as I waited for it to cool down.

“I sure hope I don’t die,” I muttered, rubbing my eyes.

Myrtle sighed. “You certainly won’t.”

I woke up at nightfall automatically. The moon called me to my task, to my responsibility. I dressed in white—my mother’s nightgown. The same thing she wore on the night of her test. Zoe and Mallory were waiting at the door for me, and although the halls were empty, I could feel the wards watching and listening eagerly for any insight. Zoe said something to me, but I didn’t answer at first. She asked again, saying it a little louder.

“Eve, are you okay?”

“Huh? Uh…yeah. I’m good.”

We went to the main room, and the test proceeded as normal. I had certainly gotten stronger since the last time I’d taken it. I lifted myself off of the ground along with all of the objects in the room. I excelled in divination as always. I lit a candle, but it went haywire and I had to extinguish it. The fireplace was a bit more contained. I teleported to the roof, and it took a little bit of time for them to find me. For Concilium, I had Mallory sing.

Then, I had the last two wonders to complete: Vitalum Vitalis, and Descensum. I had my own ideas for completing the wonders—however, it wasn’t met very positively.

“That’s a horrible idea, Eve!”

“Right now I’m at my strongest. I can do it.”

Myrtle gave me a firm look. “You attempted the same thing your last test and nearly lost your life, it’s not wise to try it again.”

“Why, Eve,” Cordelia questioned, “You’ve proved yourself well enough.”

I glanced between them, then sighed.

“I need to bring her back so when I pass I can condemn my father of his crime.”

Their faces changed.

“Always planning ahead, aren’t we,” Myrtle remarked.

Cordelia sighed, taking a seat. I looked at her earnestly.

“Please, Cordelia, let me do this. I’ll pass it. I’ll bring my mother back. And I’ll put that bastard into the ground.”

She held my gaze with unease. “I can’t let you risk your life again.”

“I’ll come back,” I assured, going over to her, “If I become Supreme, my life will still be at risk. If I can’t survive, consider it proof that I wasn’t powerful enough to protect this coven.”

“Eve—“

“Please.”

We stared at each other in silence. Myrtle moved over to us.

“You know she’ll do it whether you approve it or not.”

I chuckled. “She’s right.”

Tears filled Cordelia’s eyes. I felt my heart wrench.

“I barely brought you back last time, Eve. I’m not strong enough to do it again.”

I gave her a smile, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You don’t need to be.”

She held my wrist. “I can’t lose one of my girls again, Eve.”

“You wanted me to be ready to do what’s necessary. This is what me being ready looks like.”

Her look changed. She wiped her eyes, letting go of my wrist and dipping her head.

“Okay. Do what you like. Just don’t fail.”

I pulled her into a hug. “Thank you, Cordelia. I won’t.”

***🥀***

Hell was silent. The air was heavy and stale and dragged on my skin as I walked. The world was a blinding, shadowy red, filled with whispers and laughter and penetrating eyes shrouded in darkness. My mind was foggy and confused. My hell was a funhouse mirror of mental decay, just as it was last time. I could barely find my way through it, so I decided to stop trying to fight it. There was nothing for me to find here. I was going to do just as well blindly reaching through the crimson blur around me for some kind of exit or end as I did last time. So I let out a sigh, sitting down on the ground, which had some horrible wet, soggy, squishy texture that was most definitely part of my psychological torment. I shuddered, closing my eyes and tuning out the world around me. But the whispers, the stares—they only got more intense in bombarding my senses. My dress was getting mysteriously soaked through. I tried my best to block it all out, these were all things I’d seen before.

I envisioned her as I last saw her; dressed in a white gown and wrapped in black satin with her eyes shut and her face ethereally still in a way only death could grant. A peaceful eternity, untouched by the past or future, the ultimate release. I recited her name in my head as if I could will her to me.

Mom. Mom. Mom.

“Looking for something, Eve?”

My shoulders tensed and my eyes snapped open to find the air had cleared around me. I was frozen—did he really follow me down here?!

I flew to my feet and whirled around, my stomach twisting at the sight of Michael’s face. He smiled down at me as he always did, looking ever-so-innocent and kind.

“You—what are you doing here?”

He stepped closer. “What wouldn’t I be doing here? Especially when you need me.”

I glanced down in confusion as he touched my arm.

“I don’t need you,” I said, studying his face.

Michael only laughed. “Then why can’t you get me out of your head? Why am I here?”

The fog returned in front of my eyes as his hands roamed my body through the thin cotton of the nightgown. He slinked behind me, his hand gliding up my stomach and grazing my breasts. My nipples hardened against his fingertips. I tried to move, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t inhale. I was paralyzed in my current position. He laughed again softly. His breath caressed my neck. I tilted and fell backward into him as the world spun around me. A pulsing filled my ears.

“Come on Eve, admit it.”

We somehow reached the ground, and I was staring into his eyes. His hand was snaking up between my legs, smearing the mysterious substance onto my inner thigh as he did.

“Even if you wanted to fight it…”

Hands sprouted from the ground and grabbed onto my arms, trapping me beneath him. I gasped for breath successfully in alarm, but the air felt like I was inhaling smoke. My ears felt like they were going to explode as the pulsing got worse, spreading to my head. My mind was growing less and less alert. His voice pierced the madness regardless.

“You know the truth deep down.”

Fear set in—I couldn’t be stuck here. I’d die, I’d let everyone down, I’d let my father run free to do his bidding! But I could even feel those things slipping away as his hand pressed between my legs. It was warm and sticky. I realized then that I had been sitting and laying in blood.

My voice ripped out of my throat like a miracle, and I screamed out for her: “Mom!”

I screamed and screamed until I couldn’t bring myself to speak, until he pressed his mouth onto mine and kissed me. I felt my brain get a little mushy at the feeling.

Maybe, just maybe, I should stay.

I kissed him back.

Just stay.

I didn’t hear the footsteps approaching us as his hand moved around underneath the skirt of my nightgown, fingers entering places that caused my body to arch in an almost feline way. The world was becoming his fingers and his mouth on mine. It was becoming his warmth melding with mine, and everything else becoming cold and dark and distant around us.

That’s it, his voice encouraged, You belong to me.

I didn’t know where his voice began and my thoughts ended, but I don’t think I cared very much, either. I was sinking, and I was sinking peacefully.

That’s when a pair of hands grabbed both sides of my head, long fingers covering my face, sharp nails digging into my skin. My eyes flew open. The fog had cleared again. I was met with a dark figure with long, stringy hair and no clear face. Whoever it was felt familiar.

She, I recalled, she felt familiar.

I was still delirious as I stared into her face, feeling inspired to try and reach out for her eventually if I ever cared to fight the grip of the hands holding my arms down.

“Ignore her,” Michael said, “Just close your eyes.”

I blinked, noticing the rumbling in my ears had ceased. She was speaking to me.

Eve, she whispered, Get up, Eve.

My mind sharpened as she continued to call for me. I searched her face for any sign of recognition, but I couldn’t make out a thing in this place to begin with. It started to come back as I grew alert again—Mom, the coven, the end of the world.

I need you to help me. Help me find her.

Her instruction was clear.

Then rise.

My right hand closed around a knife. She passed her hands over my arms, releasing them. Michael stared down at me, eyes black and empty.

Rise in blood and know yourself to be free.

I realized easily what I had to do, and I had no inclination to hesitate. I opened my mouth, and a loud scream echoed around us as I plunged the knife into Michael’s neck and tore it through his throat savagely, flipping him onto his back. He gasped out and wheezed, eyes turning blue, filling with tears as he looked at me.

“I—I,” he choked out words I didn’t understand, and I didn’t care to listen.

I stabbed into his chest, over and over and over, blood spurting onto my nightgown, my arms, my face, my mouth. He turned gray and pale and his eyes quickly became glassy as I ripped his chest open in a mad fury, then stopped, breathing raggedly. I almost collapsed onto him as I pressed my hands into the bloody ground, my lungs burning and my heart slamming in my rib cage. I stared at Michael’s dead face in wonder. How easy it was to destroy his body, to rip the life out of him with a simple blade. I smiled, lowering to his ear, placing a kiss on his cold cheek, and whispering.

“I don’t belong to anyone.”

I got up to my feet and stepped over him, leaving him to fade away and sink into the bloody water alone.

The figure was waiting for me and I eyed her curiously. She held my head again and leaned toward me, placing what I imagine was meant to be a kiss on my forehead. It somehow comforted me, and I let the knife fall into the blood too.

Come, she’s been waiting for you.

She led me and I followed, and the world around us began to shrink and fold—I could feel it in the space surrounding us, how it grew more and more claustrophobic the closer we got to wherever we were headed to. Then, a bright light shone onto my face, blinding me again. She took hold of my hand and led me into it and I groaned and protested, my head spinning again at the sight of it.

Don’t fight it, she told me, it’s your time now.

I felt myself float as the light swallowed me.

You must become Supreme.

***🥀***

I inhaled deeply and opened my eyes, seeing Cordelia, Zoe, and Myrtle standing over me. I sat up slowly, and Cordelia quickly helped me to my feet.

“Congratulations, Eve, you’ve completed Decensum,” Myrtle said giving a smile.

“Wait,” I said, shocked at how dry my throat was, “She’s—she’s coming.”

Cordelia and Zoe shared a surprised glance.

“Eve, you did it?”

I looked to the floor, waiting expectantly. A mound of burning ash emerged from the wood in the shape of a woman. Everyone stepped back in shock, transfixed. The ash fell and disappeared, revealing my mother, looking as peaceful as I remember. Then she gasped, her chest jerking with irregular breathing patterns, and her eyes flying open, wide and bulging. I felt a pit of sickness forming in my stomach as she fought to breathe, and fell to my knees, helping her to get upright.

“Mom—mom, just breathe. Slowly.”

Her heart was racing wildly in her chest. I could feel it through her back as I rubbed it. She leaned into my chest, finally managing to speak.

“Wh—I—Eve!”

She reached forward desperately, and I squeezed her tighter to get her attention. Her head turned, and she looked at me in confusion.

“Who are you?”

The sickness grew. “I’m your daughter, Mom. It’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other.”

Her eyes filled with tears. “…Eve?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

She touched my face, her hands soft as they always were.

“My goodness, it can’t be possible, you’re a woman!”

“Excuse me,” Myrtle interjected, getting our attention, “Do you know who I am?”

Mom laughed. “What do you mean, Myrtle? Of course I know you. Although you seem to have changed your hair again.”

I frowned, glancing between them. Myrtle gave me a look, then turned her attention back to Mom.

“And, my dear, do you know who you are?”

“Myrtle, are you feeling well? My name is Nadia. Nadia Augustus.”

I was going to vomit. My hold on her almost gave out. I looked between Cordelia and Myrtle in distress.

Cordelia came around and crouched down to look into Mom’s eyes. “Augustus?”

Mom smiled. “Yes.”

“Are you sure it’s Augustus, Nadia?”

“Of course it is, Cordelia! Why wouldn’t it be?”

It felt like the room was sinking around me.

“I need to…I need to go to my room.“

Zoe helped me up, and Cordelia occupied Mom. My head spun— Augustus?!

“Congratulations, Eve,” Myrtle said, coming over to me, “You’ve passed the test of the Seven Wonders. You are going to be the next Supreme. Now, though, you need to go rest. Cordelia and I will talk with your mother.”

“If she doesn’t—If she doesn’t remember leaving him, she won’t remember him killing her,” I whispered sharply, eyes wide, “He’s going to get away with it—!”

“Zoe, please get Eve in bed with a cup of tea, will you?”

Zoe nodded. “Okay. Come on, Eve, let’s go.”

I had lost any urgency or fight I had left. Myrtle was right, I needed to rest. I wanted to lie down and sleep. But I couldn’t let this be the end—it wouldn’t be! Not after everything I went through to bring her back.

I needed to see him dead. I needed to watch him burn. To watch him suffer and hear his screams. I wanted to know how he’d look at me as I condemned him to his death and set him ablaze. I wanted to smile in his face as the flames ate at his flesh.

I needed to see him dead—for her. To set things right. To make him pay.

Maybe it was justice. If Mom forgot everything, it was nothing more than vengeance to satisfy my insatiable rage. Either way, I was fine with it. Those warlocks could call me a monster or a killer as long as it meant I was going to win. And I was going to win. I didn’t care about evidence anymore; we all knew he killed her.

I could still remember his face when he said it. That smugness, that self-satisfaction. You wouldn’t want to end up like your mother.

He was right about one thing—I didn’t want to end up like my mother.

I wanted his beating heart in my fist.