#also sorry for taking so long to answer...

[thebluediner]

COACHELLA HEAT PART 4

explaination: this is written in a form of a tiktoker who comprised fan videos of billie and you at coachella to dissect it and give the interaction meaning. basically like the hailey bieber tiktok series ( that's my inspo)

warning; use of y/n, mention of harrassment and allusions to sexual harrassment

a/n: didn't proof read really sorry I got homework and assignments to do just wanted to give you guys something , mwah

"what a damn week guys. I don't even know where to start with this" the creator says immediately when the video starts. she basically launches into her seat ,the camera being a little rocky, before she settles.

"so I took time off cause things were getting hectic and I mean very fucking hectic " she says her hands trying to gesture how big of a mess the internet has been lately.

"okay so to lets get started, remember the girl who kissed billie?" she asks leaving some for an answer.

"yeah the internet digged deep into her past. apparently they are some cases filled against her already like restraining orders and breaking and entering .miss girl is low-key a sex offender !" the creator exclaims.

a shot of her mug shot invades the screen. she can be seen with a dampened expression looking straight into the camera lens in a skimpy outfit.

"and to add more to that her former friends snicthed on her by exposing her stalker tendencies "

a stitched video of a girl with a washed out turquoise green colour. she starts the video talking about how she feels like what went down at coachella was totally planned by the girl.

the friend later reveals how the girl's name is ella. it's further revealed how ella has an obsession with celebrities. they explain how it started small like going to their shows and then they attended live interviews.

it's said how that wasn't enough for them so they started attended red carpet events they knew they would appear in then to parties they were most likely to attend. long story short she started dm'ing people close to that celebrity and getting access to parties or shows they were gonna attend.

her latest victim is also said to be billie eilish. apparently it started when she saw billie out at our girl y/n's show supporting her. from there on she rocketed into full obssession. the girl on the screen tells how much she was actually getting sick of ella talking about billie leading to their friendship fading.

"and that's exactly how she ended up on that stage with billie. worst of all it's reported billie's coca cola drink was spiked before she drank it " she says her head shaking in disbelief.

she stitches another video of a women analysing the video of billie "kissing" the ella. she basically goes to analyse the body language of both of them. she talks about how the way billie was leaning in wasn't her being touchy she was actually loosing control of her own body.

the women moves on to observe how the way ella was obviously intruding billie's personal space but also boundary by the way she backed away from her way before the kiss. she also added how ella was actually taking control of the whole thing. she could tell all this by how ellla captured billie's lips by cupping her face not so gently when you pay close attention.

"as soon as that video was released the internet was enraged. people started migrating to ella's social media accounts to harrass her some even going as far as signing petitions for her to be arrested" the tiktoker informs.

" it's been days since that happened but two days ago, when the internet was now well informed about the situation, there was information leaked regarding billie filling charges against the girl" the creator mentions.

"through all of this y/n and billie have been quiet nothing from either side and really I think that's best. something devasting and very violating happened to her so she needs time away and be with her loved ones " the creator adds.

"but ofcourse schedule continues and week two of coachella started yesterday and the headliner being y/n she performed" the creator continues to add to the narrative.

"what we didn't expect was for y/n to switch her setlist. we as fans have been told the setlist was prepared and moderated months before coachella so the fact that it changed says a lot"

a video of a fan filming you on stage shows up . your chest heaved with your hair damp even sticking to your face. you look out at the crowd catching your breath before bringing the microphone closer to your lips.

"a very unfortunate event happened to somebody I hold very dear to me..." and with just those words the crowd erupted shouting and screaming as appreciate for you talking about this.

"a lot of you have seen it because unfortunately we have devices that pick up every single thing nowadays... even worse they get posted online so now you got a permanent digital footprint" the video captures you talking out to the crowd. you're standing in one place brushing your hair out of your face.

"wishing that wasn't the case does nothing now so all we can do is take measures from now on... but apart from that I just..." you stopped talking not because of the cord but because your chest felt constricted.

fans cheered you ok sensing that you weren't okay.

" I just wanted to raise awareness that things like this still happen no matter who you are... I know a lot of you in the crowd have dealt with it too " she says looking at the thousands of heads ahead of her.

"I also went through that and even though I couldn't talk about it all those years ago in the long run I did " your voice was shaky making you turn away from the fans.

a roar of cheers appeared once more to support you. it was a way of telling you they were there for you and for her, billie.

"but yeah uhm I write a song about it, if you don't know it let me introduce you to ice cream man " you say a weak smile on your lips.

a few guys from behind the stage came out with a chair for you to sit on while you perform the next song. another set of feet came running handing you a long coat to cover you up through the next performance.

"yeah guys ice cream man is one of my favourites of y/n honestly so glad she performed it and I'm so proud she talked about the incident . and if you paid attention you would've realised she referred to billie as someone she holds dear meaning the relationship between isn't broken" the creator says although her voice a bit weary.

"another suprising fact was that billie was there watching y/n perform. I really didn't think she'd show up but she did because another video of her was taken "

a video that's a little bit grainy with different coloured lights illuminating as it started playing. a small figure on the far corner of the stage standing next to a tal figure , assumed to be her bodyguard, was wearing a dark hoodie and a cap bopping her head to the setlist.

"you cannot tell me that isn't billie that is so her" the creator says a little excited.

"more proof that billie was there is that's the first thing she posted later on coachella week two night one . billie posted a series of pictures of her at coachella mostly with her family and atleast two relating to y/n someway." the tiktoker says showing the pictures in the screen.

" anyways guys that was the update. what's happening regarding ella we don't really know at the moment but since legal action has been taking we're hoping for justice to be served. people need to know when not to cross a line with people you don't even know that well really. but we're grateful that billie is safe and she has a big support system fighting for her " the creators comments onekast time

" okay on that note , that's it. bye guys thank you for tuning in " the creator says with a goodbye wave.

[hoiststowline]

Hello! Thank you for answering my question about male readers :D

I would like to request tfp!ratchet and Optimus x human!reader (male or gn) relationship headcannons

(If you do anons may I be ✨️ anon)

_tfp!ratchet, tfp!optimus prime hc's

[a/n: hi!! anytime! so sorry that these took me a while. & of course you can, you shall be ✨️ anon!]

ratchet may appear reluctant, but he mistakes trepidation for hesitation. to him, a poor oversight that leads to unnecessary confusion, trying to navigate through a sea of concerns when it comes to relationships. in the very least that’s how he rationalizes it, trying to be a little more relenting when it comes to his tendency to be overbearing. ratchet is a worrier, though some translation is required at first. you’re confused by his propositions, and some natural unwillingness, feeling torn in two trying to figure out which way is up. it takes some lengthy conversations and exchanges to discover he’s trying to please you, focusing on you to ensure your happiness in such a companionship.   

public affection will only arrive if it can come across friendly, something that could pass by without anyone batting an eye. but is most often that the two of you have an abundance of alone time, something that is rare occurrence in such a relationship. sure, ninety percent of that time is at the autobots headquarters, but it's better to have the space to yourselves [even if he is working] than feel restricted in vocal and physical affection amongst company. ratchet knows that he can’t always be there for you, as you schedule likely has to conform to his, not the other way around. if he's wrangled into a break, he'd rather take a nap with his s/o.

your biggest fan, truly. and constant check-ins as well, especially if it's been a hot minute since the two of you have seen each other. i think i've said this before but ratchet loves the idea of texting/messaging, it's an easy way to keep conversation with you throughout the day. while he'd much rather you be physically present, he's reluctant to admit he knows you have daily responsibilities just as much as he does.

if ratchet is a worrier, optimus wrote the book on worrying. he's more absent than most, so being away from his s/o is not the easiest task in the world. sure, it makes moments together all that more special and sentimental, but the pain it causes isn't immediately cancelled out upon reuniting. there's long stretches of time where he can't physically be with you, and gently, but firmly makes that very clear when the relationship begins. optimus is also very careful about keeping the relationship a secret, finding that the target isn't so big on your back that way.

he's likely very good at reading body language, specifically his s/o's. optimus is a quick study, there's very little to hide from him, down to the inflection in your words, even over the phone. he can tell when you're not yourself, and if you deny anything's wrong when he asks, there's no convincing him otherwise. he isn't going to pressure you to share, but it remains and lingers on his processor until the next time he sees you. he's empathetic, one thing he truly desires is for you to be happy.

he's probably very good at surprises. he has a good poker face and deadpan, so when he tells you he won't see you until later in the week, you tend to accept it, albeit impassively. because you listen to everything he says and are inclined to without a moments hesitation. though, to him, a small bending of the truth is worth it to see your shocked expression at his unexpected arrival. optimus finds that moments like these to ease some of the guilt he has, but it likely won't ever dissipate entirely. he has so much love, and throughly relishes instances where he can be alone with his s/o, a moment of peace.

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yoursername HAPPY BIRTHDAY ESTIE ILY (flashback to when we were little 🥹)

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estebanocon Je t'aime sœur

user28 LANCE IS MARKED OUT 💀💀💀💀💀

user69 THIS IS SO CUTE (but lance being marked out is fucking hilarious 🤣)

user78 is it funny anymore?

↪️ user68 yes. yes it is.

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yoursername another paddock wknd

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user68 no lance crossed out this time.

user98 normal post from y/n? unheard of!

user26 literally body goals

user69 she’s so gorgeous

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user79 oop and we’re back

estebanocon thanks for supporting me always ♥️🤍

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user69 THIS IS WHY I FOLLOW HER i love lance BUT YOUR HONOR ITS SO FUNNY

user62 and we’re back to our regularly scheduled program 📣

olliebearman I MADE BESTIES INSTA 🙌

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a/n - AND SHES BACK 💪 sorry it’s been so long i’m just really busy with school and i had to take a break for my mental health i was slowly slipping back into my old habits i hope you guys understand i think imma close requests for right now so i can catch up but you know i had to do my love anon 🩵’s request first! also anon 🩵 i couldn’t answer your ask so i hope you find this imma make this a series so i didn’t want to spoil much so the rest of what you said is gonna be our little secret. (i also plan to make this a long series so get ready for a lot of angst)

𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌

[alexanderlightweight]

Hi i think i might be a little early for Wednesday prompts sorry ( not sure what time zone you are ) but if it sparks interest a continuation of the one shot that has manipulative magnus conspireing with cat and ragnor how to get alec to properly relax

hope you and everyone else are doing well and the moving house goes as smoothly as it can and hope you all have a nice day and that nightshade is better from battleing the bee and abyss is happier thanx for shareing your writing with us its brilliant

it has taken me a bit but I'm back and i'm answering new prompts and also making sure to not neglect and finish filling older prompts! so here we are and I hope you will still enjoy it and are doing well!

also things have been a bit off the last week but the house we moved to has been a blessing. the insulation mostly works here (which is amazing considering how hot it can get) rather than no insulation and melting shades and sparking outlets at the last place.

Nightshade has avoided bees since this incident and will sometimes bark for help and when I go to see what it is, it ends up that he's letting me know a bee got too close him and he needs comfort...

yes he is ridiculous but I love him. the Abyss is about to go be cuddled because her main person is out for a few nights and she demands pawtention! and I promised i'd annoy her with love.

<3 lumine

manipulation is rehab

Alec has figured Magnus out.

“You’re tenderizing me for the future.” He mutters into the sheets, “fattening me up and then getting my muscles nice and soft.”

“Yes darling, I’m going through all this effort so I can make a nephilim roast. Angelic meat definitely is enhanced by lavender and wintermint.”

Magnus’ rather droll tone is as soothing as his hands and Alec nods in agreement despite knowing how ridiculous he’s being.

“I’m okay with this.”

“Wonderful, you’re fine with me taking care of you as a means to devour you. Yet you shy away every time I try to ease your burden.  A true wonder you are, sweetheart.”

That sounds a little rude even if it’s not actually insulting and Alec means to complain but then Magnus’ fingers press down on a particularly stubborn knot that even an iratze can’t unravel and Alec goes even more limp.

Magnus’ fingers are as magical as his magic, which makes sense because Magnus is magical.

“Alexander, can you still breathe?”

It’s an unfair and unnecessary question, especially because Magnus’ fingers have paused and Alec whines in despair. He can hold his breath for more than long enough but apparently Magnus doesn’t agree and Magnus is the one with the power of magic and talented fingers.

With a sigh Alec turns his head away from the smothering embrace of Magnus’ many pillows.

Pillows that smell like Magnus shampoo and would have been a delightful way to go.

“Yes, Magnus. I can still breathe.”

He wiggles, trying to shimmy his back and flex the muscles there to make sure Magnus knows he can get back to what he was doing. There’s a deep, delighted chuckle above him before finally Alec has Magnus’ fingers back where they belong.

On Alec, clearly.

Which is something Alec didn’t realize for far too long and he’s going to spend the rest of his life making up for all the time he’s missed since meeting Magnus.

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Alexander is surprisingly docile once Magnus actually gets to work. The difficult process was getting him to settle down enough to accept comfort and help.  Now that Magnus has passed that hurdle, Alexander’s is soft clay, moldable and pliant beneath Magnus’ palms.

There’s a connection that forms between the touch of Magnus’ skin to Alexander’s that both electrifies and soothes and Magnus drinks in the soft noises of pain and pleasure that his shadowhunter makes. 

Alexander is sweetly intoxicated by magic and potions and the candles that ease him to a gentler state of relaxation. Beneath Magnus’ palms the weight of the world is shaved away and Alexander breathes deep and even and calmly.

And for once, Magnus doesn’t have to chase his shadowhunter down to keep him in one place, not when he’s eager and quiet beneath Magnus’ touch.

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AN:

alec hasn't quite realized that Magnus just wants to take care of him. he's trying to rationalize it and he's not actually being very rational and Magnus is just tiredly amused by the whole thing and really just happy to finally get his Alexander in one place long enough to see him relax.

magnus probably could have just laid next to Alec and started napping like an hour into it, but he's so pleased by finally getting free access to Alec without interruptions or 'i have responsibilities' or 'i don't want you to trouble yourself'. Alec can't make any complaints when he's too incoherent to make sense.

Magnus is going to bite him if he keeps up the talk about Magnus just wanting to eat him though. just because Magnus only has so much willpower. which I think is fair.

alec is just really enjoying the fact that his muscles are no longer solid. he is puddle.

[gtwscratch]

What did the cells look like pre- Skizz and Mumbo death? Since Cleo and Impulse hadn’t always been in separate cells was BigB ever in a regular cell? Looking at the map it doesn’t seem possible

AFTER SEVERAL LONG MONTHS OF PROCRASTINATION AND ALSO COMPLETELY FORGETTING, I SHALL ANSWER YOUR ASK. THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE AND I HOPE YOU’RE STILL INTERESTED IN AN ANSWER!

Stick with me guys, it’s currently 12:40am as I start typing this all out and explaining it.

Cell Diagrams

To start us off, here’s some layout stuff for the cells, which is where the story is primarily taking place at the moment. I believe the diagram speaks for itself on who is where and what is what (pretend that one cell has a slash through it, I’m not crawling out of bed and getting on my iPad to make that change).

It was a little bit of a tight squeeze before powers began manifesting, and the “First Arrival” is only that. Between then and “Before Death,” subjects were moved around frequently to find out who got along best with who. Everyone has shared a cell with everyone at some point while they’ve been here.

Cell Layout

This is the standard layout for the cells. The beds are part of the wall and low to the ground, just barely leaving enough room for a subject to squeeze under it. The mattresses are thin as are the blankets, and that glass goes around all three sides of the cells (unless a cell is against the outer walls).

Facility Levels

Warehouse

This is primarily security and storage. Despite how big it is, it’s mostly empty, acting more like a cover up for the facility’s true works. It’s the only floor above ground level.

Floor 1

This is just where scientists live if they don’t want to rent a place nearby to stay close to their work, and this is also the floor with all of the offices (including Ex’s).

Floor 2

This is the first of two labs, and this lab focuses on data and numbers. All experimentation records go to this part of the facility, and information is documented and studied. This is where Xisuma and Zedaph work.

Floor 3

This level is where experimentation on the subjects happens. Sometimes it comes from data collection, and sometimes it comes from the teams on Floor 3, but this is where subjects’ abilities and limits are tested. This is where Doc works, and it’s also where Cleo and Impulse are being held.

Floor 4

The fourth and final level is where the subjects are held. By keeping them on the bottommost floor, the scientists can buy more time if any of the subjects manage to escape.

I think that’s all I have to say on this now? Again, sorry it took so long to answer your ask!!

[confusedmothboy]

i need to know all about eddie taylor PLEASE he looks so cool 🙏❤️ great art and oc btw

aaaa tyy!! heres the yap (sorry it took so long to answer)

general information:

edward charles taylor, born october 13, 1980, 6'11" (185 cm), right handed, jackie's brother, looks much more like their dad while jackie takes after their mom

much much more under the cut

interests: history, nypd blue, law and order, dystopia/war novels, vintage maps, music

music taste: blue oyster cult, the smashing pumpkins, pearl jam, nena, the rolling stones, dead kennedys, nirvana, radiohead, pink floyd

fun facts: his ear was pierced at a pearl jam concert in 1995, but he lost the guy in the crowd before he could do the other one -- he was taking three history classes (APUSH, AP euro, and history of war) -- his favorite drink is cream soda mixed with vodka to taste -- he has broken 7 bones -- he knew nat, shauna, tai, van, and rachel (girl who died in the plane) before the crash

personality: he's a pretty chill guy, but freezes up in tense situations very quickly. levelheaded and rational, so knows better than to interfere once the group becomes all culty. he closes himself off from basically the rest of the group after season 2 for self preservation. before the crash, he had a few unnamed non canon friends, and was in the popular group of unpopular people if that makes sense. like hes cool to the losers but a loser to cool people.

ALSO no he did not leave jackie out to die in the cold, he was long asleep by the time they had that argument. he was also not present for javi's death, he refused to hunt nat (she was like a sister to him) and stayed back at the cabin with mari, akilah, lottie, and travis. he wasn't allowed near coach ben because nat knew he would mercy kill him, but spent weeks outside the animal pen to talk with him at a distance. yes he lowkey helped travis make the spike pit that killed mari (he was in the trees trying to warn her during the hunt but she didnt hear him and ran in anyways).

relationship charts seasons 1 through 3

(trigger warnings for suicide, overdoses)

post rescue:

eddie tested through his junior year mostly through those sat prep books during his time in the wilderness, then studied to get his GED so he wouldn't have to go back to whs. he worked as a park ranger while studying at cornell from 1999 to 2002, though a nervous break caused by seeing a "cult" dancing around in the woods one night makes him quit and pay the incident quiet. he got his doctorate in history in 2005, and started working at umaine.

he cut contact with everyone from the wilderness exccept for nat and travis, who he married in 2015 (hold the tomatoes please theyre cute i promise). he taught war in literature and film for a few years before he was given his current class, which is intro to ottoman studies. hes that white guy who co runs almost every minority recognition group on campus, he's running those fundraisers like its the navy.

wants nothing to do with the other survivors. despite his attempts to hide the blackmail from travis, travis finds out and o/d's around the canon time of his death in the adult tl. eddie tries to get revenge on shauna (because he's vengeful like that and blames her immediately) but ends up dying by her in the vague time period that would be season 4. either that or a romeo and juliet situation where he offs himself in the cemetery travis got buried in or something i dunno we'll see

on a lighter note, heres some fake tweets

[imagination-mess]

A Second Chance at Life (Touya Todoroki X Fem!Reader) Chapter 2

Summary: For the past five years, you’ve been raising your son as a single mother. You’ve successfully avoided questions about his father by claiming that he died during the Paranormal Liberation War. From what you believe, this isn’t a lie. The last time you saw him was when he personally escorted you to U.A.’s shelter amidst the chaos in the streets.

Unbeknownst to you, he has been alive all this time, clinging to life in a facility working to keep him alive. His father, Enji, has been desperately searching for someone willing to heal him. After his presumed death, a single photo of you and Dabi began circulating through the underground, hinting at the nature of your relationship. To protect yourself and your child, you had to pay someone to stop the pictures from spreading further.

The photo provided answers to a long-standing question: who was the healer Dabi had been protecting? It identified you as the healer who had been deemed untouchable, but it also brought unwanted attention.

Word Count: 1.6K+ A/N: Sorry for any grammar or spelling errors. Previously Chapter One

Nothing would have prepared you for the visit with Shouto who had come prepared with all important documents as if he had done this before only to get rejected. 

Touya is alive.

"I thought he died 5 years ago according to the media with Endeavor's statement." You whisper while looking at the documents trying to shove your true feelings deep inside. You hope you are concealing your true feelings, how you are really feeling and processing what Shouto wanted and asking.

"He had to put that statement out for our family to gain peace from the media. Dabi is dead, but Touya isn't." Shouto answers while looking around your office to see the small trinkets that you have in your office including the degrees and certificates. There were different awards on your walls. 

What caught Shouto's eye was the black dragon with awful snitches on them sitting on the top of your bookshelf with a picture frame but he wasn't able to see it due to the glare of the light.

You just softly hummed to respond to what he has said. You are reading the notes through this thick blinder that was extremely organized. It contained all of the doctor's notes and most recent blood work including body scans of his body.

There was even an action plan if he were to be healed that he would be submitted to a rehabilitation center who already approved and willing to take him in along going to a specific therapist that you know. She is a wonderful therapist and psychologist who takes on patients with criminal records. There were other things on there how to reintroduce him back to society, which you approve of. 

Who knows how many consultations that he has been to.

You are truly amazed that Touya has been able to live this long, but at the same time. You aren't really surprised knowing his willpower. He has strong willpower but it can only take you so far. 

He doesn't really have a lot of time left with the body he has now according to the notes.

You are surprised that his body has been able to withstand this long. You wonder if it was because of whatever Dr. Garaki did to him when he was younger. The typical human body would have died 5 years ago reading how much damage his body has received from the war.  

"How many times have you done this? You clearly came prepared with the appropriate paperwork that I would have needed. You have an incredible action plan for Touya." You asked, not lifting your eyes from the page where you are reading the information within the current doctor's notes. 

"This would be my seventh. It is all of the documents that doctors have requested, before the doctor's make their final decision." 

"You are asking a lot, you know." You lifted your eyes to make direct eye contact with him and felt confident that you could conceal your emotions well enough. You are putting on your mask as a doctor. 

"We can p-"

"No, it's not about the money. It's asking a lot for Mr.Todoroki whose body is slowly breaking down for the past 5 years to go through invasive and intense operations. His body is in a very fragile state. One wrong move or too much stress on his body. He will die on the operation table." You glance back down to look at data of his current body looks. 

"There is a lot that has to be done within a short period of time, due to the current status of his body. The faster he is on the operation table, the better. Regardless, It is a high risk procedure." You explain before looking at Shouto. 

"I am willing to take on Touya's case as a medical case study but it heavily depends on what he would like to do if he was given a second chance at life. I would like his response to be recorded since he wouldn't be able to write his answers physically. It can be one sentence to one word. If he is going to destroy his body once more, it is not worth it. It would be a waste of energy and resources." You were writing on a piece of paper writing down your questions with your email where they could send the recording. 

"Why are you agreeing so easily?" Shouto asks, seeming taken aback for your answer, already mentally preparing for another rejection. 

You took a moment to think over your answer. 

"Everyone is human and makes mistakes. The most important thing is to focus on improving yourself. Everyone has a story about the path that led them to where they are now. Some lack a support system or the resources they need. 

Do you believe your brother is capable of turning over a new leaf and bettering himself? You wouldn’t be this dedicated to finding someone to heal and help him otherwise."  

Shouto seems to be taken aback with your comment but softly nods for you to return to writing your questions down. 

"Depending on his response, if I am satisfied with it. Who do I need to contact with paperwork and consent papers? You or Endeavour." You asked to slide the paper towards him with your contact information and direct line of your assistant along with your questions. You also slide over a pad of sticky notes for him to put down whatever information he wanted to put down. 

"My father would be best to contact with." 

"Please note you have one week to provide me with his answers. It will provide me enough time to talk to a few other doctors in the field to join on the case who would be essential for this to be successful and lowering his mortality rate. I would also need to keep the blinder with his information to look over it more thoroughly." 

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Meanwhile, Enji was anxiously waiting in the car while waiting for Shouto to come out from the meeting with you. For Shouto to give him the good or bad news. He doesn't remember if he ever interacted with you. There could be a lot of reasons why you refused to listen to him, but you were willing to hear from Shoto who only tried one time to get a contract with you. 

You are the only hope for Touya. 

According to Shouto, he went around asking his friends since he doesn't really pay attention to what is happening around him. You do have a reputation within the medical field and hero field. Most heroes who were injured try to contract you to heal them. You aren't money hungry for someone who has your quirk who could be incredibly wealthy if you really wanted to. 

You are generous by donating money to different charities. You are apparently the one of the first sponsors for the Shouto's friends criminal rehabilitation program by helping them get back into society and helping individuals to turn a new leaf. It is a program that Enji is thinking of enrolling Touya if he gets healed. 

You sponsoring their programs caused a domino effect for others to do the same. You apparently have the same effect in the medical field. If someone saw your name on something, it meant that you support it. 

Your reputation and name have weight with it just like the name Endeavour had years ago. It meant that people trusted your judgement and had your support. 

Hawks was right that you have experience in dealing with critical cases such as a young child suffering third-degree burns to come out fully healed with a group of doctors. There were numerous extreme cases that showed amazing results to the point that Enji didn't even know the medical field had advanced. 

Enji has done his own research on you and discovers that you do come from a family that are doctors with the expectations of your mother, who is someone that Enji recognizes as one of the best criminal lawyers that money could buy. A lawyer had already had a reputation for defending victims in high profile cases. She is even more popular within the lawyer space for defending the League against the court system free of charge, but Tomura Shigaraki's case was sealed to the public. No one knows what was the final eviction on him. 

His thought progress was broken when the side door opened for Shoto to slide  in, immediately noticing that Shouto wasn't carrying a flat blinder being replaced with a singular piece of paper. 

"She is willing to take Touya's case, but it depends on what Touya wants after getting a second chance in life. One word would be enough." Shouto says giving the paper over for his father to read. 

That's the only thing that none of them have been able to get out of Touya. It just came out of the blue while listening to his mother, Rei and his sister, Fuyumii. He personally doesn't know what makes Touya express wanting to live all of sudden when he was previously asked years ago.

Touya's limited ability to talk is making it even more impossible. He doesn't have a lot of time, because he is slowly becoming a shell of a body. He is already dissociating and showing other signs that his body is unable to keep him alive which is causing the doctors to estimate that he doesn't have more than a month now. He is slipping through their fingers, to the point that his doctors give him the option of euthanasia. A painless death, but it leaves a bad taste in his mouth.  

It doesn't feel right, especially with Touya expressing that he doesn't want to die. He knows that Rei and he have been cruel in keeping him alive all this time.

Hopefully, any of them were able to get one word out of him. His life depends on it.  ________ A/N: Touya's child will be making an appearance on the next chapter. :3

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Chapter XVII: Am I Making You Feel Sick?

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“Here it is!” You pull into the parking lot of the duplex, located only ten minutes away from your own apartment.

“Bee, you don’t have to come in. It’s gonna be boring, and probably kinda pathetic. Not like I can afford much on a prisoner’s salary.”

“Hey. You know, you don’t have to move out right away. I kinda like having you around.” You nudge your brother as the two of you climb the front porch steps. “Unless it’s what you want.”

“Crashing at my little sister’s place is kinda harshing my vibe, truthfully.” He snickers as he says it, unable to keep up the act. “Let’s just see it. Who knows, maybe it's a hidden gem?”

“What the hell, sure.”

—

It is not a hidden gem. In fact, the place is a fucking eyesore, far too visible for your liking. The wallpaper is ancient and garish, yellowed likely with the previous owner’s cigarette smoke, and peeling along the edges. The kitchen is tiled with fake linoleum, clashing immediately into the den’s unfinished hardwood. The appliances are ancient, from the mid eighties if you had to guess. Furniture was sparse and tacky, and the whole place smells like mothballs. 

“Rent is twelve hundred a month.”

You gape at the landlord. “Including utilities?” The old, sweaty man shakes his bald head. “You can do whatever you want with it, but I’m not payin’ for it. Planner on takin’ that wallpaper down for years.” You try to catch your brother’s expression without giving yourself away. If you know Chris at all, he’s not gonna take this place. There’s no way. 

“You know I’m a felon, right?”

The guy shrugs. “Me too, kiddo.”

“I’ll take it.”

“Chris!”

“Great! First, last, and security deposit can be paid to me on move-in day.” He offers his fat, greedy hand to your brother, and you have to fight the urge to swat it away. Chris takes his hand, shaking it once, and accepting the contract to sign. 

“Chris. You really do not have to move out.”

“Yes I do, Bee. I love you dearly, but I need my space. So do you! We aren’t kids anymore, we can’t share such a small space without jumping down each other’s throats.”

You feel blindsided. Up until this very moment, you thought you’d been getting along swimmingly with your brother-turned-roommate. “Are you sick of me already?” You try to play it off, like you’re teasing him, despite dreading his answer.

“Of course not. But it’s not fair of me to not only walk back into your life after six years, but your home? The physical place where you exist? And, on top of that, I’ve had a roommate for six years, I could stand to have a place to myself.”

You sigh, surrendering your argument. “Okay, I get it. You need to spread out. But, you wanna live here?”

“‘Course not, but it’s what I can afford right now. I’ll work my ass off at the bar and fix it up next summer. Get you and your friends to help me out for pizza and beer.” You can’t help but smile at the thought: you, Steve, and Robin peeling off the old wallpaper while Chris and Eddie haul a gently used sofa inside to replace the stained and shredded couch currently sitting in the den.

“Remember, this doesn’t have to be your forever either. You can leave Hawkins.”

“Yeah, one day.” He muses, staring at the wall in front of you.

—

“Should we be drinking if we’re about to get called in to work?” You pick at the label of your beer bottle as your brother takes a swig of his own.

“Eh, does it count as work if I’m in the band?”

“You guys don’t go on ‘til ten, you’ll be slingin’ drinks with me until then.”

Chris shrugs. “One drink’s not gonna hurt us.”

You respond by taking a sip of your own, enjoying the hints of pumpkin in the seasonal ale. As soon as you feel it sliding down your throat, both your phone and your brother’s buzz.

“Welp,”

“Speak of the devil.” He shakes his head. 

The Family Ties:  mama (to you, crispy): Hi my darlings! So so sorry to ask you this… > Actually, no im not!... You put me thru a combined sixteen hours of labor… > Will you please come save your poor mother and help run the bar tonight?? > Kevin would also appreciate the extra hands…

You catch your brother’s gaze and snort. “This woman, I swear.” He quickly types out a response.

crispy:  we’ll be there in 20 mama: thx =) 

“You wanna drive?” You dangle your car keys in front of his face, and he attempts to snatch them from you, but you pull them away at the last second. “And let you pick the music? Fuck, no!” You cackle, skipping past him and into the driver’s seat of your car, immediately plugging your phone into the fraying aux cord, and shuffling your playlist.

“We cannot listen to this the entire way there, I’m begging.” The song blaring through your speakers is not Chris’s taste at all: a horribly depressing indie pop song usually meant for playing while staring out a train window while your mind goes somewhere else entirely. Before you can stop him, Chris snags your phone from the cupholder and taps the skip button. “That’s more like it! Knew you had it in ya!” The new track is louder, more drum heavy, and a lot more upbeat than the first, and you have to wonder why you’d put your whole library on shuffle and chance such a drastic contrast. 

“My taste is vast and expansive, dear brother.”

“Gee, wonder where you got that from.” He means himself, you know that, but most of your taste in music has been despite your brother. Sure, you love punk music, but his musical knowledge starts and ends with “post-hardcore” bands. He’ll indulge you sometimes, letting you explain the story of Ethel Cain’s character to him in detail, but he’d never seek that out for himself. 

You pull into the parking lot still bickering about who has better taste when you’re both silenced by the sheer amount of cars. “We are so fucked.”

“So, totally, fucked.” You nod, craning your neck to look for an empty spot. You pass Edie’s van in the back, pulled up to the stage door as Jeff is hauling in his amp. You pull up next to the vehicle. “Go help your friends, I’ll try to find a spot that isn’t a million miles from here.”

Chris nods, throwing your car door open and stepping out, greeting his friends and already lighting a cigarette. 

Before you even put your car back in drive, the door is yanked open again, and Eddie slides into the passenger seat. “Hey.”

“Hi.”

“What’s up?”

You can’t help the scoff you let out. “I’m uh, about to go park?”

“Mhm, cool.” He nods, like he’s fascinated by this fact. “You gonna drive, or…?”

“Why are you in my car, Edward?”

“Pullin’ out the government name, huh? Well, ‘scuse me for intruding!”

“Whatever.” You roll your eyes, trying to stifle the smile threatening to break on your lips, and shift your car into drive. “Probably gonna have to park across the street.” You muse, still having no luck in finding an empty spot.

“You guys don’t have employee parking?”

“We’re a bar, not an office building. First come, first serve.”

“Damn, tough times.” His face stretches into a cartoonish frown, and you bite your lip to keep from giggling like a middle schooler. “Wait!” His outburst causes you to slam on the brakes. “Sorry! Thought I saw a spot but there’s a fuckin’ clown car parked there.”

“That is definitely Robin’s car.” You nod at the bright red VW Bug, decorated with bumper stickers reading “Baby on Board! (I’m Baby)” and “I Brake for Lesbians!”

“That… tracks, actually.” Eddie chuckles, and you nod. “But don’t tell her I said that.”

“No promises. Ooh, this guy’s leaving.” You flick your blinker on and slow to a stop, but before you can even get the chance to turn once the truck’s pulled away, the spot is swiped from you, a bright white BMW screeching into place.

“Oh, fuck you!” Your voice is rising above an acceptable level for inside a car, and you can feel your face getting hot as you let your foot off the pedal, rolling away from the spot that could have been, fuming.

Before you can stop him, Eddie rolls your window down and climbs halfway out, leaning toward the back of the car. “Hey, fuck head! We were here first!” He cups his hands around his mouth as he yells, loud enough to startle any passersby. 

A familiar voice calls back, a few seconds later.“Sucks to suck, asshole!”

“Hold the fuck on.” You slam on your brake and throw your car into park, jostling Eddie around in the process. “STEVEN!” You’re also yelling now. “That was my fuckin’ spot, dick head!”

“Oh, shit. Sorry, Bee, I had no idea.” His apology is weakened by his giggling.

You stand there, arms crossed as Eddie jogs up beside you. “No fuckin’ shit.” Eddie shakes his head, now also laughing. “Of course it was you.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!”

“You, with your fancy car and stupid hair, thinks he’s fuckin’ entitled to everythi-”

You wave your arms between the boys. “Okay, enough! Here’s what’s gonna happen. Steve, since you’re so fuckin’ good at finding parking, you’re gonna park my car. I am gonna take Jackass Number Two here–” You jab your thumb towards Eddie, “inside to start setting up. Then, I am gonna bring my ass behind the bar, and likely not leave that spot for the next six hours, considering the abnormally massive amount of people here tonight. Sound good?” They each mumble unconvincing noises of agreement. “What was that?”

“Yes, Bee.” They drone in robotic unison, a bit they’ve long committed to as a response to your scoldings. 

“Great! Fantastic! Steve, I will see you inside. Eddie, let’s go, my brother’s gonna be fuckin’ pissed at you.”

“Shit. Must be Tuesday.” He’s still grinning, and you can’t figure out if he’s charming or irritating you. He yanks the bar door open, gesturing for you to go inside first, before skirting behind you like a dog on a short leash.

–

“Mom?” You call her as you yank your apron off the coat hook, tying it haphazardly around your waist before sliding behind the bar counter. “You doin’ alright?”

“Hi, honey! Yeah, I’m alright. Kev just happened to go on lunch five minutes before we got absolutely flooded with people.” She gestures to the crowd clamoring in front of her, and it’s then that you notice what you’re dealing with. These patrons are clearly all a part of the same subculture, clad in leather and denim, with long and unruly locks of unbrushed hair. Simply put, they all look like Eddie Munson. 

“These guys all here for the band?” You shout over the noise of the music, paired with the unintelligible shouting of the customers.

“Think so! Chris was talkin’ about putting some of the songs on the internet. Maybe he finally did!” Your mom’s words give you pause, Chris never mentioned wanting to share the songs to you. It’s a second slap in the face when you’re forced to acknowledge that Eddie didn’t either. 

“Good for them!” You plaster what you hope is a convincing smile, and direct your attention to the patron in front of you. She’s short, petite, and probably wearing twice her weight in metal chains clipped to her clothing. Ink covers both of her arms, and you fight the urge to study what the shapes could possibly mean as she orders a rum and coke. You make her drink quickly, without an attempt to make conversation like you normally would, considering the noise level. She slides you a twenty and smiles, snatching her cup off the counter before the condensation has the chance to sweat. As you continue making drinks, your eyes wander to the stage, where the guys are still plugging wires into various pedals and amplifiers. Eddie approaches the mic, where he says something unheard by anyone except him and their sound “engineer,” Gareth’s friend from college fiddling on the small sound board in the back of the room. Finally, Eddie gives a thumbs up, and pulls his in-ear speaker out to rest 

on his shoulder before crouching to tape the setlist to the floor in front of him. 

“Bee!” You’re pulled back into reality with your mother’s fingers snapping in your face. “Where’d you go just now? I need you here, making drinks with me! You can think about your boyfriend later.” The last part is said more lightly, and you feel your face flush.

“Mom, you can’t say that here. Every girl in this room wants that title, I sure as hell don’t need them thinking I’m standing in their way of that!” 

“Hey, definitely not every girl. I already know a few of them play for the other team.”

You roll your eyes. “Should I let Robin know?”

Your mother’s response is cut by the piercing sound of feedback, stabbing through your ears like a kitchen knife. On stage, the guys wince, frantically searching for the source of the shrieking before yanking a wire, successfully silencing it. 

“Sorry!” Eddie says sheepishly into the mic, evoking a buzz of awkward laughter from the front row. “We’ll be back, uh, soon!” There’s a scattered applause as Eddie hurriedly follows the rest of the band backstage. 

“Bee!” You hear her call your name over the noise. 

“Hey, Rob! See you found my parking spot stealer.” You nod to Steve, and he pouts at you. 

“Oh, did he piss you off tonight too?” Robin elbows the boy in his ribs, causing him to wince in pain. “Because dingus here decided to invite his old buddies from Hawkins High School here tonight.”

You gape at her, then at Steve. “Come again for Big Fudge?”

Steve opens his mouth, closes it, and repeats the movement twice more before speaking. “Listen, it’s just a couple guys from the team. I will make sure they behave themselves.”

“It’s not them I’m worried about.” You glance to the stage behind you, which is empty now, save for Kevin making sure everything is properly placed. “If Eddie finds out his high school fuckin’ bullies are here, he’s gonna lose his mind.”

“Oh, c’mon, give Eddie some credit.”

“Steve, do I need to remind you what happened when I got stood up? What do you think he’s gonna do if he sees the guy that used to shove him into lockers here? On the night his band plays!” You don’t know why you’re so pissed off, you’d never had a direct problem with Tommy. Carol Perkins, however, was someone you’re praying Steve didn’t think to include. 

“I think he’d be a perfect gentleman!”

You snort, pouring a beer from the draft for a very thirsty biker. “Right, Eddie’s a gentleman and I actually can fly.” You nod as you speak, the sarcasm dripping from your lips like acid. “Let’s get real for a second. He’s gonna lay the kid out if he even catches a glimpse. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!” 

But Steve isn’t looking at you anymore, he’s looking behind you, but when you turn around to see, there’s nothing there. “Hello? Earth to Steve?”

“What? Sorry, thought I saw someone.” You cock an eyebrow at him. “Must’ve imagined it. Anyway, don’t worry. I’m driving tonight, so I’ll be sober enough to keep everyone in check.”

“Oh, Stevie. Ever the babysitter.” Robin coos mockingly, patting his shoulder. “I, however, cannot relate. One dirty shirley, pretty please!”

“I wouldn’t have ever guessed.” You tease her, already preparing the drink she always orders. As you pour the sprite, the house lights dim around you, leaving only the overhead bar lights beaming through the dark room. The crowd gets impossibly louder, a cacophony of shrieks and shouted obscenities as the boys take the stage. Chris comes first, waving his arms to get the crowd hyped up, followed by Jeff swinging his bass around his shoulder. Of course, there’s a gap between Jeff and Eddie. You see Gareth on the side of the stage, shaking his head as he talks to someone you can’t see. From where you are, he looks… worried? 

Finally, Gareth grabs the mystery person by the shoulders, spinning him toward the stage. Eddie walks out, barely registering the crowd in front of him. You lean over the bar to ask Robin, “Is he alright?” But she only gives you a shrug. Eddie approaches the mic, adjusting it to his height despite the fact that it had been perfectly set already. “What’s up, Hawkins!” He practically shrieks into the mic and is rewarded with the hysterical screams of almost everyone in the room. “We are Corroded Coffin, thanks for comin’ out!” He steps away, and Chris taps his sticks together to count them off. It takes all of a minute before something goes wrong.

You notice before anyone else, but Eddie’s a whole count off, coming in an entire measure too early. Luckily, you can tell that Chris and Jeff have caught it, and work with Eddie’s slip up.

It doesn’t stop there, though. You’ve never seen Eddie so… off before, definitely not while performing. He’s not giving the crowd the show he normally would, lacking the theatrical stage presence and banter between songs. There’s no personality, and it confuses you to watch. You’d assumed Eddie would be ecstatic by the turn out for his band, but to you he seems anxious. 

“What the hell is wrong with Munson?” Gareth appears beside you, causing you to jump. 

“What?” You shout over Eddie’s slightly off-key singing. 

“He was freaking out before they went on, said something about the Dark Side being here? Some weird shit?”

Oh, no. “Did he say anything else?”

“Yeah, he was raving about how he’ll never be a ‘gentleman’.” Gareth raises his fingers in quote. “Do you have any fuckin’ clue what any of that means, or why he’d be so fucked up about it?” He looks at you with suspicion, like somehow he’d heard you say all that not ten minutes ago. 

“Wh-” Then you pull your eyes from Gareth to look at Steve. “Fuck.”

“You need to fix whatever is going on there,” He points at the stage, where Eddie has seemingly broken a guitar string and is trying to play around it. “Because I tried, and he wouldn’t fuckin’ listen to me.”

“Shit, yeah. Okay. Give me a second.” You push away from the counter, over to where your mom is punching orders into the computer. “Mom, we need to shut this down.”

“What the hell are you talking about, honey? We’ve never made this much on a Tuesday in our lives.”

“Yeah, and we never will if we don’t do something right fucking now.”

“Okay, listen, sweetie. I know you don’t love Corroded Coffin, and frankly I don’t either, but they’re apparently very well liked–”

“Mom! Would you listen to this for a second?” You gesture for her to shut up and actually hear how the band currently sounds: Awful. Somehow Chris has lost the count, likely from the way Eddie seems to be rushing through their second song, singing way faster than the song actually calls for. “He’s crashing out, I need to talk to him before he embarrasses himself even more.”

Luckily, your mom has a heart, and seems to want to help you get Eddie out of this. “Okay. What can I do?”

–

When the second song comes to a clattering end, your mom rushes onto the stage before the band can dig themselves further into mockery. “Sorry, sorry!” She scurries up to Eddie and whispers something in his ear, her hand over the mic to make sure no one else hears. He nods, then moves forward.

“Hey, really sorry guys. We’re gonna take a beat for some technical difficulties. Talk, dance, drink amongst yourselves. We’ll be right back.” And just like that, the house lights are on, and the band is setting their instruments down before walking off stage.

You call to Kev. “Hey, you got this, right? My mom’s coming back, I gotta go take care of something.”

“Yeah, no worries! Go help your boyfriend!” He means it, you can tell by the grin on his face, but it doesn’t stop your flinching. You slide out of the bar as your mom returns, and weave your way through the sweaty crowd to get backstage. “Hey!” You call out to the guys’ backs as they enter the green room, watching as Eddie throws something at the wall. “Whoa, hold on!” You jog to catch up before Eddie can slam the door, shoving it open. “I need to talk to your frontman. In private.” The guys groan, but exit without more of an argument. You turn to Eddie, who’s practically shaking in front of you, fists clenched, jaw set. 

“What the hell do you want?”

“What the fuck is your problem?”

“My problem? This is who I am, Bee! You of all people know that, know where I come from.” His tone is drenched in venom, you can feel each word stinging behind your eyes. “I’m not nice. I’m not, how’d you put it? A gentleman?” You freeze. “That is what you said, right?”

“Is that what this is about?” You dare to take a step toward him. “Is that all you heard?”

“Why? Did I miss you hurling more insults at my character?” He’s practically shouting, and you do your best not to cower. 

“No, but you might have missed some important context. For your information, Steve had informed me that your high school bullies are here. I told him not to be surprised if you lay them out for daring to show their faces on your band’s night. I never meant for you to hear that. I shouldn’t have said it.” 

He doesn’t respond right away, studying the floor instead of looking at you. “Oh. That would have been some pretty useful context.”

“Mhm,” You nod, rolling your eyes. “Now you definitely need to go back out there and show that crowd who Eddie Munson actually is. Because whatever the fuck that was, wasn’t him.” He looks up to meet your eyes, but you avert your own to his shoes. “The Eddie I know is way more metal than that.” You can hear him chuckling, tension fading from the air. “I am really sorry, I didn’t mean for you to hear that. Especially that part. For the record, I think you’re pretty gentlemanly generally speaking.”

“Do you now?”

“You always open the car door for me.” You state mater-of-factly. 

“That’s ‘cause it’s you.”

Before you can ask what he means, your mom calls from behind the door. “You almost ready to go? These guys seem like the type to get violent if they don’t get what they came for, and I can’t afford a new front window right now.”

“Yeah, we’re coming!” You call back, and turn back to Eddie. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I think so. Even if I’m not, I’d rather not owe your mom a new front window.”

“That’s the spirit!” You reach your arms over your head, exaggerating a cheerleader pose. Eddie scoffs, shaking his head as he walks past you, and out the door. You trail behind him, shaking his shoulders as the two of you walk back to the side of the stage, where the rest of the band waits for their frontman.

They redo their entrance, and luckily for everyone the crowd is willing to give them a second chance. Eddie’s second time approaching the mic is much more in character, addressing members of the crowd with points and devil horns, amping them up before snatching the mic from the stand.

“Let’s try this shit again, huh?” He growls, and the crowd goes completely nuts. Your ears ring with the volume, and you have to plug them until you’re safely back behind the bar. “My dearest apologies for… whatever the fuck that was!” Eddie exclaims, and it pulls a roar of laughter from the fans. “We are Corroded Coffin, thanks for comin’ out!” He starts in on their first song again, this time on the correct count. It’s like night and day, Eddie on stage now compared to before. He’s moving, thrashing around as he nails every chord he plays, vocals strong and perfectly pitched, without a single sign he’d ever struggled to hit them. You move despite yourself, swaying to the rhythm as you pour a beer every couple of minutes. Before you know it, though, you’re not taking orders because the whole room is on the dance floor, a circle pit forming in the middle as Eddie slices through a guitar solo. You can’t help but be entranced by his presence onstage, drenched in sweat and shining as a spotlight hits him, eyes squeezed closed as he screams into the mic, and you feel each note in your bones. 

Sooner than you hoped, the show is over. Eddie’s shirt has been tossed into a gaggle of shrieking girls, and you watch as they pathetically fight for the piece of fabric. Eddie tosses his pick back, and Chris hurls his sticks behind it before waving as he exits the stage. Eddie lingers to hand the setlist to a particularly excited looking guy in the front row, dapping him up before needing to be pulled away by his friend. You can’t seem to unglue your eyes from Eddie as he walks off stage, sweat dripping down his bare back, jeans clinging to his slim waist as his hips swing side to side.

Someone clears their throat, snapping you back to earth. “Bee? You okay?” Robin is in front of you, with Steve next to her looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why?”

“You’ve been zoned out for like, five whole minutes.”

“I have not!” You huff, definitely guilty of the accusation.

“Uh huh. Okay. What happened?” Robin collapses onto the barstool directly in front of you. “I want details!”

“What do you mean?”

“What did you say to Eddie? I saw you go backstage.” You catch Steve sitting too, trying really hard to look disinterested, and still failing. 

“He overheard us talking about Steve’s friends. Well, partially.”

“You’re telling me that shit show was because of us?” Steve chimes in, offended.

“More like because of me. He heard what I said about him being nice.”

“And that threw him so far off his game he had to start over.” Robin deadpans, blinking rapidly. Interesting.”

“It is?”

“Yes, dingus. Extremely.”

Steve huffs. “I don’t get it.”

“You wouldn’t, you’re a guy. Bee, you get it, right?”

“I mean, I think so? I get what you think you’re saying, sure.” 

“I don’t think, I know!”

“Can someone please tell the stupid man what the hell is going on?” Steve is practically pleading with you now. 

“Eddie’s in love with Bee.” Robin states, crossing her arms over her chest in challenge. 

“He is?”

“He is not!” You might as well throw a tantrum, the way you whine the words at your friends. 

“Why else would that affect him so badly?” Steve doesn’t have an answer to that. Neither do you. “See! Like I said.” Robin bares her teeth in a taunting smile.

“Get out of my bar.”

“What?”

“Leave! Last call! You’re cut off, whatever! Just get out.”

“I’m drunk! I can’t drive!”

“Steve, you too. Out.”

He gasps. “What did I do?!”

“You brought Little Miss Know It All over here.”

“See, Robin? This is why no one likes us.”

Robin rolls her eyes, sliding off the stool. “Yeah, whatever. I’ll see you tomorrow, right?” She points at you, and you sigh. “I promise, no more very clear observations. At least for your sake.”

“Fine. I will see you tomorrow.” With that, you wave your friends away, and watch as they dodge leather clad arms on their way out the door. 

–

The bar is trashed. Plastic cups litter the entire floor, along with peanut shells and assorted garbage. You huff as you walk around the bar with a trash bag, sealed into latex gloves as you pluck piece after piece of trash off the floor. 

Your mom slides the cash deposit into a poly bag and sighs. “What a fuckin’ night, huh?”

You giggle at her candor, and Chris joins you with the mop bucket rolling behind him. “You guys are really gettin’ your voices out there.” She muses, scribbling a half dead ballpoint on the deposit slip.

“Yeah, we finally finished the music video we started before I went away. Posted it last week and I guess some really popular punk podcast gave us a shoutout. Super dope.” You’re happy for your brother, but something deep in your chest cracks as you picture him getting signed, packing up, and leaving you behind, and taking Eddie with him. Again. The edges of your vision blur the more the thought takes on a life of its own: Corroded Coffin to perform at Superbowl LXIII 2029, the biggest stage in the entire world. In other news, sister of Coffin’s drummer and washed up author and journalist, Bee Last/Name, was found dead in her apartment this morning. More at eleven.

“Bee, sweetie?” Your mom calls out to you, voice wavering with concern. “You alright?”

“Yes, ma’am. Sorry.” You physically shake the thought from your head and return to litter patrol.

“Chris, the boys still here?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Tell them to come help you.”

“Mom, they don’t work here.”

“I will give them each a beer.”

Chris lets out a loud “HA!” before disappearing backstage to grab his bandmates. When he returns, it’s with Jeff, Gareth, Gareth’s sound guy, three very pretty, very sweaty girls, and Eddie. “They all said they’d help for a free beer.”

Your mom shrugs. “Don’t go unionizing on me, this is a one time thing.” The group disperses, snatching spray bottles and rags and feverishly cleaning the tables and booth seats. 

“Huh.” You take in your surroundings, hands resting on your hips. “Can’t even do my fuckin’ job without some bullshit.”

“Bee, they’re helping.” Chris attempts to console you to no avail. 

“No, it’s cool. Can’t be in the band, can’t be the bus boy. Can I at least be the one that goes the fuck home?” You have no idea why you’re so on edge suddenly. You know it definitely is not because the same girl that ordered from you earlier this evening, the short one covered in tattoos,  is about to climb Eddie like a tree. She barely reaches his shoulder, having to get on her toes to whisper something in his ear, causing Eddie to toss his head back with laughter. And you watch the whole thing unfold in your own mother’s bar. Nope. That definitely isn’t the reason.

“Yeah, actually. Bee, go home. You’ve done enough tonight.” The words don’t come from your mom, nor do they come from your brother.

They come from Eddie. He doesn’t even bother to look at you while he says them. 

“Excuse me?”

“You’ve had a long night. You should go home.” He shrugs, and you feel something in your chest crack.

“Fuck you, man.” You brush past him, into the back room to grab your keys. There are no footsteps following behind, chasing you down to apologize. You leave through the emergency exit, setting the security alarm off. In the now empty lot, you can see your little corolla across the street, illuminated by the lights of the overflow lot. Alone. You walk to your car alone, drive back home alone, and enter the apartment where you live alone. You don’t bother turning the lights on as you enter, tossing your keys and bag onto the front table before trudging to your room, tossing your beer-soaked clothing to the floor. Before you can think too much about it, you throw your fist into your bedroom wall. 

“FUCK!” You retract your hand into yourself, cradling it with your uninjured one. The wall is fine, but one look at your knuckles tells you that you’ve mangled them at least a little bit. “Fuck. Shit, god fucking DAMN IT!” You’re in hysterics, hand throbbing as you frantically dig for your phone in the chaos of your discarded clothing. You find it, and immediately drop it on your bare foot. “Oh my fucking god, I’m gonna put a goddamn gun in my mouth.” The words tumble out, spoken for no one except the knick knacks on your bureau. When you’ve retrieved your phone a second time, you scroll through your recent messages and realize just how screwed you are. 

You have somehow managed to piss everyone off tonight. Steve and Robin, for kicking them out. Chris just wants to keep the peace, and you can understand that. But Eddie…. You can’t see how that one’s your fault. You apologized, and you really thought everything was okay up until the end there. So, as if suddenly a fiend for self sabotage, and once you’ve wrapped an ice pack around your bruising hand, you send the text:

> i dont think being friends with you is working for me. 

And turn your phone off before collapsing into bed.

[flowersforthemachines]

hello! 💙✨️

i have a question for our favourite divorce (non-)couple! terribly sorry if you've answered that already, I haven't seen it then.

so, my question is, where does spite fit into the whole couple and then divorce? does he have any feelings toward the break-up happening, good or bad? does he give lucanis a hard time for fumbling a baddie like ghilasara? is he still rooting for them to eventually make up? is he, or is he not, a true child of divorce?

No, I've never talked about it before. But I have always dreamt of being asked that question, so thank you for that.......

Hiding under the read more because this got long, but this is what naturally happens when I'm asked about something I've really wanted to talk about.

I've always thought of Spite as a child of divorce! And also the #1 wounded party in the whole affair (#2 is Ghilasara's griffon. #3 is Lucanis, and #4 is Ghilasara herself. #5 is Bellara, probably. but I digress).

In the sense that he cares deeply about Lucanis, and about Ghilasara, but he's basically forced to repeatedly watch their train wreck from the front seat without being able to do anything about it. That must suck dontcha think. A lot, I wager.

Spite sees life in a much less complicated way than Lucanis does. Lucanis loves Rook + Rook loves Lucanis = they should be together! It's hard to him conceptualise why that is not happening. Spite is often seen as a representation of Lucanis's inner desires; being with Ghilasara is one of such deeper desire, and Spite doesn't understand why Lucanis would prioritise the First Talon position/his duty to the family over it.

From Spite's point of view, Ghilasara is always 100% right no matter the situation. He's in her corner, and is never leaving it. Also attaching this bit from mtyew that happens after their first post-divorce reconciliation to sort of showcase that idea (thick cursive is Spite's thoughts in Lucanis's narration):

“Is [Spite] happy to see me?” “Overjoyed.” You are not saying it right. “He’ll finally have someone to side with in all arguments again. It’s like giving him back his moral compass.”

And, since I've already quoted my own fic, Go First is basically about how Spite spilt Lucanis's secret to Ghilasara (she didn't ask him to do that; he chose to do that on her own), while also keeping her own secret from Lucanis (again, she didn't ask. he took her side unprompted). She is the dog's favourite, for better or worse ^_^

Partially for worse, because I would never say that it's just Lucanis fumbling Ghilasara. I believe that women can do anything as good as men, if not better, which is why I consider their divorces a joint venture (hashtag feminism). Ghilasara is many things, which include being selfish, a coward, and a hypocrite with a "I know what's best for you" attitude. Post-canon her is also a lot more interested in nurturing her mental illnesses than trying to let go of her grief and move on. She is absolutely a big part of their problem.

I headcanon that she was the one to initiate the first break-up, and when it happens, she takes the time to talk to Spite specifically to explain why she's acting the way she does. The fact that she purposefully chooses to stay away is the one thing preventing Spite from constantly badgering Lucanis to seek her out.

Spite will always root for the two of them to get back together, though. Just like he doesn't understand why Lucanis would want to stay away from Rook, he also doesn't understand that it would be better for both of them to permanently cut ties. But alas!

Thank you again for asking <3 I hope this was interesting to read!

[karusthings]

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ꎫ──[ fiance au ; one shot ]

character dynamicꎫ── fiancé!present mic x f!reader

summaryꎫ── after a long trip, you come back as a surprise to your fiancé.

content warningsꎫ── 18+, MDNI, nothing too explicit, suggestive talk, lingerie, noisy, straddling, kinda fluff, funny, maybe a two-shots indeed.

wordsꎫ── 1.9k

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You missed him. Oh, you really missed him. And you could just tell, by the picture you had of him in your mind.

His blonde hair was just as bright as his smile. White teeth that made everyone light up at the sound of his warm, heartfelt laugh. That grin that curled on his juicy lips every time he told one of his silly jokes, or even just saw you.

He smelled good. In a way that made you follow him when he walked by, like a catchy song on the radio. Like a sunny summer day, sipping some fresh lemon juice.

And oh, those sunglasses. They were part of his everyday outfit, and you fucking loved them. But even more, you loved those bright green eyes.

That’s why you preferred when he wore his simple glasses, the ones that helped him see things far away. Especially, the way he’d take them off every time he was going to kiss you for a long, slow while.

It had already been three months since you had seen each other due to your work trip, and the wait was killing him. He didn’t mind spending a few days alone: after all, after so many months by himself in his apartment, he was used to it.

Besides, being so far away was the only way he could make sure you weren’t waiting for him to return from the radio station on Fridays, well into the early hours of the morning.

What he didn’t know was that you were waiting for him anyway. And even though you were miles apart, you listened to the entire program, smiling with pure excitement at the sweet voice that filled the room.

You wrote to each other every day, sharing the trivial things of everyday life that, even though they could be completely unnecessary, you both were excited to share them with one another. Sometimes, when you weren’t too tired, you opted for a “quick video call”, which we all know wasn’t going to last less than three hours. Even then, neither of you dared to be the first to say you were tired, even though all you could see were soft laughter and yawns.

You didn’t want to leave. You didn’t want to stop seeing each other because you’d created such a connection that, even though you could live apart without much more than the loneliness of the night, you longed to look into each other’s eyes and share a “I love you” before falling asleep.

And, after seeing the beautiful lingerie model in the photo you sent him from the hotel mirror, he knew those two weeks left for you to be away were going to feel very long.

Or, at least, that’s what he thought.

“Honey, please, please, send me another picture…”

“Hizashi, sorry, sorry, but you’ll have to wait and see it when I’m at home.” You teased him a little about how needy he sounded, with a smile on your lips.

“That’s in two weeks…” He sighed through the phone. You could hear the desperation in the back of his throat. Not just from having to keep his voice down after the neighbors’ complaints, but from the desire to have you next to him at that very moment.

“Well, you’ve made it through a whole… three months! I think you’ll manage. It’s just fourteen days.”

“The fact that you say a bigger number now it’s even worse…” He complained, sounding like a real child.

“It’s the same amount.” You couldn’t help but laugh at what your partner was saying, while walking through the city, admiring the pretty shop windows lit up at night.

“It looks bigger though.” You could hear a small smile in his voice, but you could also tell something wasn’t quite right.

“Are you okay?” You asked, after a brief silence. He took a moment to answer, and when he did, his smile seemed to have completely disappeared.

“To be honest, it has been a day.”

“Oh… Sorry.” And you hadn’t been able to be there for him. You had made him wait a couple more hours. With a reason, of course.

“Why? You’re not the one who gave me a thousand exams to grade, ma’am” You smiled at his words. He knew you loved when he called you that.

“But I haven’t been able to talk with you today.”

“It would’ve been a tiring day anyway. Besides, we’re talking now, aren’t we?”

And the smile that appeared on your face was priceless. Not just because you loved your partner so much, but because of how happy the place you had just arrived at made you feel.

“About that… I’ve got bad news. I’ve arrived at the meeting place, and I have to hang up.”

The silence lasted a few seconds, and just when you were about to ask if he was still there, his sweet, soft voice came out again. “ ‘key hon. Good luck.”

“I love you.”

“Love you too.”

You got into the elevator in silence, carrying your suitcase and trying to avoid making too much noise. When you reached the top floor, you gently opened the door, with your heart in your throat, and stepped quietly into the beautiful apartment.

You didn’t have to walk far to see him. He was standing in front of the huge tinted glass of the living room, looking out at the view of the bright night city from above. You couldn’t say anything more than... “Wow.”

There wasn’t a single strand of hair in a bun, like it used to be. It all fell down his back and strong shoulders gently, like a beautiful gold waterfall, grabbed directly from a fairy tale.

He was only wearing his loose pajama pants, leaving his torso as exposed as a work of art in a museum, allowing you to admire every muscle barely defined by the hard work of being a hero.

The house smelled like him. That citrusy mix of his cologne and the scent of the leather from his hero suit. You inhaled softly, taking in the air as he turned to look at you. And then, you saw them.

His glasses.

He was wearing those beautiful glasses that made his eyes slightly smaller. The ones you loved seeing on him, but you liked even more taking off.

Then, his face was a poem. You could feel the exhaustion you heard in his voice on the phone, but the surprise and happiness that now showed his expression were something completely different. He opened his mouth, with an excitement that filled his chest.

“Honey!”

You were sure the neighbors were going to complain about the shout at this hour, but you couldn’t care less. Right now, all you wanted to do was run toward your fiancé and hug him with all your soul.

And that’s exactly what you did. You left your suitcase in the hallway, quickly walking toward him with excitement, while taking off your coat. He stretched out his arms, hugging you as soon as you were close to his body.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” He murmured, with his face hidden in your neck after a few seconds of silence. “I could’ve prepared something. Are you hungry?”

“Don’t worry. It was a surprise.” And he pulled away to look you in the eyes. Those beautiful emeralds making you feel like a little girl gazing at the stars.

“And I loved it. Come on, you’re going to tell me everything about the trip.”

He carried you in his arms to the sofa, where he sat down and placed you straddling his legs, starting to make gentle circles with his fingers on your skin.

“I’m all ears, honey.” And eyes, apparently, because he couldn’t stop looking at you, from top to bottom, with detail, trying to save his beautiful fiancée in his mind.

“Well, I didn’t have any drama on the plane. And that’s weird. Everything was really calm, and I even…” You rested your hands on his neck, softly massaging the curve that connected it to his shoulders. “...I even managed to sleep a little.”

“Oh God, but what are my ears hearing?” He exaggerated, with a smile. “I hope you didn’t disturb the whole plane with your snoring.”

“Hey!” You gently hit his shoulder, while the blonde’s loud laugh echoed through the room. You looked at him with a sparkle on your face that was impossible to describe. But he noticed.

“I love you.”

Then, his words pulled you out of your thoughts. The smile on your lips grew even bigger, raising your flushed cheeks to cover your eyes a little. “And I love you.”

He stayed there, in silence, tucking a bit of hair behind your ear and gently brushing the rest with affection.

“Are you going to kiss me then? ‘cus I think if I stay here for five more minutes, I’ll end up looking like a porcelain statue–”

And before he could finish the sentence, you had already pressed your lips to his in a needed kiss. Just three months had been enough to long for his kisses more than breathing. He, despite seeming more tired, returned it with the same passion, holding your waist firmly.

“I’ve –fuck– I’ve missed you.” He whispered in between kisses, that were never calmed. He was almost desperately devouring you, his hands exploring your legs, nearly breathless from the need to steal yours with his lips.

“I know.” You tried to speak as little as possible, focused on kissing him. Until the frame of his glasses brushed against your skin, and you knew what was coming.

He pulled away for a moment, and in an instant, almost with irritation, he took off his glasses and throwed them carelessly to the other side of the sofa.

And with that simple gesture, you knew he had you at his mercy. And he seemed not to even notice, so focused on consuming your lips that he didn’t realize how your legs were tightening around his.

“Is riding me on your agenda tonight, babe?” Or, maybe, he did notice.

The whisper in between made you squeeze his thighs with more strength. Then, with his charismatic smile, he put his hands on your ass and got you closer to where he wanted you.

“‘cus I can be on top if you’re tired from your trip, what do you want?”

He was always such a talker. And, why would you lie? you loved it. But, right now, the last thing you wanted was talking, so you began to move your hips against him, slowly and deliberately.

Your hands gripped his shoulders tightly, and a flame surged through your body as you watched his head fall back. “Oh… That’s it… fuck…” His voice was beginning to grow slightly hoarse, but it never lost that strong, loud tone that was so his.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth. His beautiful green eyes disappeared behind his eyelids, while you felt your fiancé slowly growing beneath the fabric of your pants.

“Fuck, you don’t know how much I missed that skin...”

His hands slid into your pants, and the moment his fingers brushed the fabric, his gaze shot up. That familiar sly smile tugged at his lips as his eyelids fell slightly. 

“So it was on your agenda, huh?” he said, beginning to stroke your skin slowly, toying with the lace waistband using his slender, slightly calloused fingers. “If not, why would you put on that beautiful clothes, huh?”

“Maybe I just wanted to~.” You played along, flashing a mischievous smile.

“Yeah, fuck you.” He gave you the sexiest smirk you’d ever seen.

“Yeah, fuck me.” You whispered back.

And he took it as a challenge.

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[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Hello mx. sex batman,

I have both a vulva and a question— is it possible to have problems down there with moisture? I’m a really sweaty person as I work manual labor, and I also get a lot of vaginal discharge in general. I’m not really bothered by it, I usually barely notice it until I take my pants off to use the restroom and then find my underwear to be cold and wet when I put them back on. However, I recently had a terrifying shower thought— can you get trench foot down there? I’ve never noticed symptoms of it before, but now I’m worried that it’s possible, and even likely in my circumstance of being damp all the time because of sweat/discharge and with it being pressed up against my skin because of underwear and pants. I would ask a gynecologist, but I’ve never been to one because none of them in my area are queer friendly, and google is giving me a whole bunch of AI nonsense that I don’t trust, so I hoped you would know the answer.

Thanks in advance, you’re one of the coolest people on hellsite.com and I have always appreciated your dedication to sex ed, speaking as someone who didn’t have a lot of it growing up, especially queer sex ed. you rock

(also I tried to send this on tumblr mobile and it gave me an error message, so if you get multiple of this ask, that's why, and I'm very sorry)

hi anon,

no, you can't get vaginal trench foot. there can be some issues with letting too much sweat and moisture get trapped in your crotch area for too long, but that's pretty easily fixable: dry yourself thoroughly when you bathe and shower, wear breathable cotton underwear that's not too tight, go underwear free when you feel like it, give yourself a little pat down with some toilet paper while you're in the bathroom if you're feeling hella damp.

[jellycreamjammedart]

This may have been answered already and I’ve totally missed it (if so feel free to just ignore this if you want haha!) but is Cassie aware the toys in Safe Haven are all kids, when did she find out (if she does), and what was her reaction to it? Obviously the animatronics in Security Breach are pretty lifelike, but they’re still just animatronics. Living toys made from children, many of which probably still have meaty flesh bits inside? That’s a whole ‘nother ball park!

I recall having somewhat touched on this on another ask but that was a bit ago already sooooo

The thing about Playtime's underbelly is that if you're outside it (AKA the outside world, the surface, whatever you call,) it's very affordable to keep their dirty secrets hidden... but if you're actually inside there? The gritty reality is very hard to fly over anyone's head. Sure, certain details might be possible to keep hidden, but the overall gist of it all? Not so much.

I feel like Doey certainly would want to spare Cassie from the dark truth, but problem is... that's not really something that can be kept hidden for much long, especially now that she's smack in the middle of it along with them. If he tried lying to her to spare her, she simply would end up finding out some other way, which is arguably worse than being told the truth from the start. That said, I think Doey would try not to lie, but would still be vague, only answering certain questions if Cassie ends up specifically asking those... as well as elaborating on things she may already have found out on her own.

I don't have it laid out how Cassie finds out about what/who the toys actually are, but her reaction to it probably would be just about what you'd expect from a sensible 10-year-old with basic human sense, give or take; I imagine she'd feel so terrible to the point of nausea (like, you ever had to take in some kind of information that made you so upset you felt sick? Kinda like that.) If she can feel sorry for ones like Roxy who are fully mechanical, she certainly would feel for 'toys' who are for all ends and purposes flesh and bone just like her. Distressingly so.

But, Cassie also is still just a kid, and the truth of Playtime is something of a magnitude that may also be too big for a kid to take in, so she also would need to process and digest that shit in bits.

But, if anything, it weirdly(maybe) may also help Cassie further bond with her toy peers (not just Doey but also the other friendly toys in Safe Haven;) while she may not fully relate to what it's like to go through those experiments, she certainly would understand how betrayed those toys kids feel, because they were all lied to by those who virtually should've protected them, looked out for them and those who made everything to earn their trust only to spit it back at them when it was their time to be experimented on. That intense sense betrayal and injustice is something Cassie herself feels deeply in her bones now, left there by "Gregory" AND Gregory. Heck, "Gregory's" betrayal hurts less than Gregory's, because that's exactly the thing about betrayal: it never comes from an enemy.

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@soythesaucytoast this is for you, I'm so sorry I fucked it up posting too early. I misclicked on my phone! Okay, let's try this again and thank you SO much for the love❤️

Like.. idk if this has been asked before but like, s/o (Also right hand to a rouge) has been recently overworking themselves to the point of physical health declining becoming terribly sick and they still are pushing themselves too hard because they just want to be they best for their boss eyebags and sometimes falling asleep when sitting down long enough starting to develop a fever- stuff like that- also I adore your writing I love it

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Black Mask: At first, it seemed like he wasn't paying attention to your condition. That he was too busy enjoying himself in the club. He turned his back just when you were about to tell him about how off you were feeling rather suddenly. However, the lights were blurring, and a cold sensation rushed down your legs. You didn't see him turn back around. Without warning, he caught you holding you up. "You're alright, babe. I got you." He led you to sit in a booth. Snapping his fingers at a goon. "Get a glass of water. Cold." He turned back to you. "Right, baby, are you with me? You're alright. We're gonna get you some water and a quick snack for the ride home. Get you some food on the way back and you're gonna take some time off."

Scarecrow: He noticed how you kept shifting your weight from one leg to the other, lifting a leg and rolling your ankle every so often. "Are you alright?" He asked warily. You nodded. "Yeah. I'm good." You nodded, trying to push through the pain. Jonathan didn't buy it. "No, you're in pain. You've been standing all day. Sit down." He said, and whilst you protested, he didn't take no for an answer, guiding you to sit on the desk. Wordlessly, he took one of your legs, massaging the calf, knee, and thigh. You grimaced slightly at first before feeling the relief as your muscles were forced to relax under his firm grip.

Two-Face: It had started when you went to eat. It was all fine until you took the first bite. A shiver went down your spine, your body screamed that this isn't what it wanted despite looking forward to it. Now you wanted nothing but to spit it out. He sensed it as he put a hand on your thigh. Apparently, you weren't going fast enough because your brain sent off a signal that made you get up and make a run for it. You hurried to the bathroom. He followed just as quickly. His non-scarred hand rubbed your back. Nothing happened, but it felt like a close call. "You good? You literally lost colour for a second." Harvey said and checked your temperature. "This is stress, baby. I'm sure of it. You need a break - screw that!" Harv cut in. "You need time off. Real time off. You're gonna get sick. Not on our watch!"

Firefly: He paid attention to you more than you had thought. Without a complaint, you nursed a migraine, rubbing your temples and eyes interchangeably. Out of nowhere, You felt arms around your middle and a roaring sound attacked your ears before you were suddenly in the air. You were lowered again on a hill, the grass padding your decline as you lay on your back. "There. No city lights. Fresh air. We're gonna get you outta here so you can go lie down, babe. Just relax, I'm staying right here with you. I've got this."

The Riddler: He came into the room to see you were out, fast asleep on the desk. He leaned forward, hands on his knees as he bent to your ear. "(Y/N)?" He got no response then he blew air in your ear, and you jolted awake with a yelp. He caught you from going anywhere. "My dear, take a breath. everything has been taken care of." He found it cute. "You've been working hard. I appreciate it, but you're not as accustomed to this as I am. I must insist you go and get some rest." You had expected for him to be condescending but apparently he was feeling nice? Beware he'll likely use this against you later. It's only a matter of time. You know...narcissist and all that.

[380semi]

Se-Mi stood outside the convenience store, phone in hand, fingers trembling slightly from the cold, and from everything else. She stared at the contact name on her screen for what felt like hours: Seo-Yeon. Her thumb hovered over the call button, but she didn’t press it. Not yet. Instead, she opened their chat, eyes scanning over old messages, cute texts, photos, check-ins, goodnights. All of it felt distant now, like echoes of something she’d already outgrown. Her thumbs moved on their own. Se-mi: We need to talk. Can I call you? It didn’t take long for the reply to come through. Seo-Yeon: Of course. What’s wrong? She didn't answer that. She just hit call. When he picked up, his voice was soft and sweet, as always. "Hey, babe. You okay?" Se-mi inhaled deeply. “I’m not okay,” she said, voice barely steady. “And I think… we need to break up.” There was silence. “I didn’t want to hurt you. You’ve been so good to me, and I care about you, I really do,” she continued, her voice cracking slightly. “But I’m in love with someone else. And I can’t keep pretending it’s just a phase or that it’ll go away.” "Is it Hayden?" he asked, quietly. She closed her eyes. “…Yeah.” Another long pause. She could hear the disappointment, the pain, but also the understanding, in his silence. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “You didn’t deserve this.” Seo-Yeon exhaled slowly. “No. I didn’t. But thanks for telling me the truth.” When the call ended, Se-Mi sat down on the curb, head in her hands. She felt hollow, but lighter. She had no idea what would happen with Hayden now. No idea if they could make anything work or if Hayden even wanted to try again. But the first step was done. She sent one final text to Hayden. Se-mi: I broke up with him. I don’t know what happens next, but I meant what I said. I love you.

Dumb and Dumber - @380semi - Se-mi x Hayden *CLOSED RP*

"How can you be so smart yet so dumb at the same time?" These words didn't bother Hayden one bit, she actually just laughed it off before responding "I could say the same to you...honestly. We are both dumb as shit but still so smart. Smartest people that exist. I promise you that" she wraps her arm around her friend. "Two of a kind. No one else can match our greatness. Don't you think?" she places her cigarette between her lips and then ruffles her friend's hair before taking a long drag of her cigarette. She blows the smoke out slowly before letting go of her. "I like to think how I'm both a genius and yet so stupid is part of my charm....what do you think?"

[winxanity-ii]

When the fic I so good you wanna write a fanfic of a fanfic. (With ur permission of course). But my brain worms are acting up again so I need to spitball

Ok so I was just imagining, like a reader gets reincarnated into your fanfic, do they have powers? Maybe maybe not but either way the gods notice sooner or later. Hat do they want to do? Find a way home? Try to live as inconspicuously as possible? Shake up the plot? Be an absolute gremlin and troll everyone Cheshire Cat style? Who knows but one thing is for certain. They got isekaid into a fanfiction of epic THE MUSICAL, and they are horrified that everyone randomly breaks out into a musical number at the slightest inconvenience and they CANNOT take anything seriously due to that. Unfortunately they themselves are not immune to this plot device. Isekai comes at a cause after all. (Sorry my English is a but bad it’s not my first language😭)

FANGIRL SCREECHHH YESSS you’re literally psychic because… I lowkey wasn’t gonna say anything, but I have slipped it into a few past A/Ns 👀

Okay so basically—yes. You are 100% on the money. One of the reasons I’ve been so tedious and careful with Godly Things is because I always knew I wanted to write an isekai fic into it later. Like, that’s literally the origin story. Originally I was like “hmm how do I write an isekai into EPIC: The Musical without just yeeting reader in awkwardly,” and then my brain said, “Wait… what if I just build the fic they'd get isekai’d into first.”

So boom. Godly Things was born.

Then it kinda exploded. 20+ chapters later, I’m like “huh. This is no longer a silly setup. This is a full-blown mythological spiral with themes and trauma and divine agendas???”

BUT. Once Godly Things wraps, I’m absolutely going off the rails with the isekai version. Like I’m talking max-level gremlin reader. Fully aware. Mildly unhinged. Possibly cursed by the format. Definitely traumatized by spontaneous musical numbers. Can’t take anything seriously. Gets divine dreams and tries to sleep through them. Tells the gods “no” like that’s a valid answer. Thinks Telemachus is hot but also absolutely NOT going to let that slide without at least three breakdowns. Full fanservice. Meta chaos. You get it 😌

ANYWAY. Long story short: YOU GET IT. You see the vision. When it drops, I’m calling you first.

(Also your English is totally fine, don’t even worry!! I understood every word and loved all of it 💛)

[holdinggrudges]

hi grudges!! how have u been <3 hope you're doing well. i have a scenario/question! how do you think sam being late bloomer reader's first kiss would play out? sending you love!

hii anon :D i am doing well, trying to drag myself kicking and screaming back into writing consistently (it's...slow going) bc i'm hoping to have something to put out for sam's birthday next week. anywayyss sorry it took me so long to get to this ask, but i actually really enjoyed it and wanted to do it justice bc i can absolutely 100% relate. late bloomers unite guys!! and i sort of never learned how to shut up (943 words under the cut by the way) so i'm gonna put a little keep reading cut here lol and this is also not proofread very well. so pls excuse any spelling mistakes thx :)

so first of all, the thing that i think is extremely important to understand about sam when it comes to this sort of thing: he's a romantic. maybe you're a hunter, too, maybe the two of you met in the middle of a case and decided to team up. or maybe, he met you on a hunt, the victim of whatever creepy crawly the brothers were taking care of this time. either way, the two of you have been flirting since the moment you met, just little hints and subtle comments, but obvious all the same. but you—you're just a little hesitant. nervous, like you're not quite sure how to go about it, like it's something you've only ever seen, never actually done. sam can tell; it's obvious in the sweetest way, and he's never been more endeared in such a short amount of time. it's almost exciting, reminds him of the grand, swooping romances he used to read, hidden so dean couldn't make fun of him for it. but it also means he really, really wants to do this right, to make it special for you.

he asks you out on a date. a real date, fancy dinner, fancy clothes (think provenance, the date with one sarah blake? yeah, he's going all out). he pulls out all the stops, gathers up all his spare cash, bullies dean into handing over the keys to the impala for the night. he shows up at your door—early, because on time is late—his arms laden with the prettiest bouquet of flowers you've ever seen. he carefully transfers them to your arms, smiling all the while until he finally says, "you look really beautiful."

you can feel your cheeks begin to heat, ducking your head on a soft, flustered little laugh. "these are really beautiful," you tell him, in maybe the most unsubtle deflection ever. and then you invite him inside, just for a second. just until you can find a vase to keep them in, because even if you'd said it just because you were flustered, the flowers really are gorgeous (although, you think you'd probably want to keep them even if they were the ugliest things you'd ever seen. sam had given them to you, after all). when you get to the car, sam opens your door for you.

the date goes very well, though you didn't expect any less. sam is, of course, overwhelmingly sweet and charming, but you already knew that. you know what he does, whether you're a hunter as well or not, so he tells a few stories (nothing heavy. just...the funny stuff. the mostly not scary, makes him seem really brave stuff. he really, really doesn't want to scare you off), and you tell a few of your own. he asks a lot of questions, and it's clear that he's really listening, obvious that he genuinely wants to get to know you. and he answers the questions you ask him, though he's maybe not quite as good at the answering as the asking. but he's trying. and when the two of you walk out of the restaurant together, you feel really good. more than good, you feel hopeful. you like him, a lot. and it seems to you, at least, that he really likes you too.

he walks you to your door, and it's so, so cheesy, but you hesitate at the top of the steps. it's just that you don't really want to say goodbye. maybe you've been on dates before, but certainly none as good as this one. none that made butterflies swarm your stomach, none that made your cheeks hurt from smiling so much. but when you open that door, the night's over. and you're not sure you're ready for that, not yet.

sam notices. of course he does; he's scarily perceptive. and he's not really ready for the night to be over either. so he takes a step forward, just barely crowding into your space, and he tucks a finger under your chin, tilts your face up just a touch. and then he leans down until his face is millimeters away from yours, until you can feel his breath on your lips when he mutters, "is this okay?"

you don't really trust your voice right now, sure that it will give away your nerves and your excitement and your longing. even the hummed little, "mmhmm," that you let out instead is high pitched and nervous. sam's hand is cool against your heated cheek when he cups your face in his hand.

"good," he breathes, before finally pressing his lips to yours. the kiss echoes through you in a cascade of sparks and fluttering butterflies, and your eyes shut almost instinctually, before you can even remember that's what you're supposed to do. his lips are soft against yours, his hand solid and grounding against your cheek, and it's perfect. it's everything you ever dreamed it would be.

the kiss isn't chaste, not really, but it's something close to it. like sam wants to take this slow, even as you lean forward to chase his touch as he pulls away. when you flutter your eyes open, you see him smiling at you. his thumb brushes your cheekbone. "i'll see you later?"

almost dazed, you nod, staring after him as he waves and makes his way back down the steps, towards the car. "yeah. see you...later."

your lips buzz with the memory all night, until you wake up to a message from sam the next morning. 'so how soon can i see you again?'

as your stomach flips and flutters, you get the feeling you're going to become well acquainted with those butterflies pretty soon.