#and doctors agree with that even if they can’t figure out what the illnesses are

[tyrianlynch]

I was feeling particularly hopeless about my undiagnosed chronic illness tonight so I did a bunch of research and went down avenues I haven’t before and I’m freaking out bc I think I may have found it!!! I really think I found a causative diagnosis it feels true

[bitchface24-7]

Can you do Jayce and Viktor finding out that one of them got reader pregnant (Viktor thinks there’s no way he could got reader pregnant because of sickness) but when the baby is born they look just like Viktor?

OOPS… - JAYVIK X READER

synopsis: y’all fucked up, literally and figuratively. You’re pregnant. You didn’t plan for this, even though you should’ve; y’all fuck like rabbits. But now you’re at the end of your pregnancy, you can’t help but wonder which one of your partners knocked you up.

warnings: pregnancy, mentions of morning sickness, changes in appetite/appearance, weird cravings, giving birth (not detailed), pre-established relationship (YALL ARE MARRIED) Grammarly is my beta

genre: m/m/f

p.s. cute and funny request… may I pray this never finds me. I'd probably only get pregnant for them and they're not real. To any reader who's experienced this and or has kids, you're a trooper and I salute you, cause fuck that!

The three of you had an accident you can't help but think as you look at a positive pregnancy test. Most babies are oopsie babies, you comfort yourself.

You never planned for this, this was never in your equation. But you feel a small sense of fondness, its proof of your love; your boys.

You wish somehow this baby was both of theirs. They could have Viktor’s eyes, Jayce's nose, your smile. They'd be perfect. But that's impossible, so only of your lovers knocked you up.

You wonder who did it.

Oh well… now you gotta break the news to them first. Then you can speculate who fertilized one of your eggs.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Essentially ten months pass by in a flash. Your stomach gets bigger and bigger, your back and feet ache, you can’t stop throwing up the first trimester, your cravings are wild and your boys get you whatever you want no matter the time. Even if it’s dead at night.

Everything was normal that day until your water broke. You three rushed to the hospital and got set up in a delivery room. Jayce and Viktor are nervous, pacing, and worriedly looking at you. Giving birth can be incredibly dangerous, and they don’t want to lose you.

They’re by your side the whole time, holding your hand, putting a cold towel on your head, motivating you. They made the process as easy as they could. The three of you even joke around.

“I can’t wait to see which one of you knocked me up.”

Jayce and Viktor choke a bit before laughing, “It could be either of us honestly. We’re kinda like rabbits.”

“Jayce!”

“What?”

“It’s probably Jayce’s. I can’t imagine my illness makes it good for my own fertility.” Viktor adds quietly. His tone low and a bit melancholic. You and Jayce look at him and deny his statement. “You don’t know that! Have you been gotten tested or is it an assumption?”

“Assumption.”

Then you scream, and your boys panic pressing the call button on the side of your bed. Two nurses rush in and ask to check your dilation, you agree.

One nurse checks, then the other nurse. One states you’re fully dilated and the other rushes to call for the doctor.

Now it’s time to deal with one of the most painful moments of your life.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

You’re panting, your entire body hurts, and you think you may have broken Jayce’s hand. It’s all worth it when you hear your baby cry.

“It’s a healthy boy! Congratulations!” A nurse says as she lightly cleans your baby, making sure not to let the fluid from birth stay on his skin for too long; we don’t want him to become hypothermic.

She hands your baby to you and his cries immediately cease. He looks up to you and you gasp lightly. He’s Viktor’s. He’s 100000000% Viktor’s.

They’re identical.

You tear up lightly and sniffle. It’s like looking into a tiny mirror of your partner. Same eyes, even though babies are typically born with blue eyes; your baby has Viktor’s golden eyes. Same eyebrow shape, same nose, same lips. They even share the same beauty mark by their eye.

You laugh a bit and your boys look over to your tiny boy. Jayce’s eyes widen as he chuckles, and pats Viktor on his shoulder. Viktor just stands there speechless.

“I carried you for essentially ten months and you come out looking just like your daddy? You’re perfect!” You coo at your baby, your baby coos back at you and you have to hold back a squeal.

“You can’t have kids, huh?” Jayce jokes and Viktor grumbles. Viktor’s demeanour isn’t very scary due to his beaming smile as he looks down at his baby. Your baby. Jayce’s baby.

“So, what’re we naming him?”

You blank for a second. Shit, you didn’t think of that. Oops.

“I never planned on having kids, so I never planned any names.”

Viktor looks blankly at you, “Me neither.”

The two of you look at Jayce. He shrugs lightly, “I didn’t expect to have kids but I did come up with names when I was younger. I always liked James for a boy, and Rose for a girl.”

“You romantic. Rose, really?”

“At least I thought of names, leave me alone Viktor.”

You giggle at them, “James it is. James Talis. It does sound nice huh?”

Viktor and Jayce stop bickering and look at you with hearts in their eyes. Oh, it’s official. You’re now four.

Welcome to the world, James Talis. You’re already loved more than you could ever imagine.

The only men I’d give birth for. Hope y’all liked this!! Love ya ❤️

[beanjang-draws]

Plague Ponies - Research

CONTENT WARNINGS: no gore

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Summary:

Twilight doesn’t want to admit it, but things in Equestria haven’t been in tip-top shape recently. It looks like even Princess Celestia has judged that the news cycle has been too grim as of late, as she’s instructed Twilight not to make a public statement about the number of ponies who fell ill after the Everfree attack.

With the help of her number one assistant, Twilight tries to figure out how exactly to quietly prep for an epidemic when they both remember: Granny Smith is super old! She must know what to do? Wait, Pinkie? What are you doing here?!

Twilight and Pinkie end up going to Sweet Apple Acres together, where Twilight is given a book that just might contain the answers she needs. Now to decide her next course of action…should she go back to the orchard and head home now, or should she indulge for just a second in Apple Bloom’s request to check on her project?

Transcript below:

Twilight Sparkle: Thank you for understanding, Doctor. I’ll send word immediately if anything changes.

Greymare: Of course, Princess. We appreciate your generosity. Everything should be ready within the week.

Twilight: Of course. If you’re in need of any more funds, tell the distributors to contact me.

Doctor Greymare bids his farewells to Princess Twilight and takes his leave. Twilight heads back inside the library, where Spike is looking on with concern.

Spike: Twilight…are you sure we shouldn’t tell everypony now? If everypony in Ponyville really is infected, shouldn’t they all know?

Twilight Sparkle: I don’t like delaying things either, Spike, but you read Princess Celestia’s letter out yourself. Our priority is to avoid panic until we know we can answer their inevitable questions.

Spike: I guess that makes sense…hearing about another disaster after the last string of disasters would make everypony totally freak out!

Twilight Sparkle: Spike!

Spike: What? Im agreeing with you! It’s a bad idea to tell everypony about an epidemic after a discord came back, got better, accidentally caused the princesses’ kidnappings, delayed the Summer Sun Celebration—

Twilight Sparkle: SPIKE

Spike lets up after Twilight’s outburst, looking amused as she takes a breath to collect herself.

Twilight Sparkle: Maybe things haven’t been the most…stable, lately, but the princesses have everything under control. Plus, I’ve been reading up on epidemiology and it’s normal for new pathogens to crop up every few decades. We just have to be prepared for them!

Spike: Oh, perfect! You’re the most prepared pony I know!

Twilight loses her composure entirely.

Twilight Sparkle: BUT I’M NOT PREPARED! I’M THE ONE WHO’S SUPPOSED TO TAKE CARE OF PONYVILLE NOW, BUT I CAN’T EVEN KEEP IT SAFE. ALL I’VE DONE IS LEARN TO FLY AND MEMORIZE PRINCESS ETIQUETTE. THAT’S NOT GOING TO HELP ANYPONY!

Spike: Hey, you’ve been busy saving all of Equestria! You didn’t prepare for that either, but it went fine in the end because of your friends.

Twilight Sparkle: I guess so…

Spike: If these diseases pop up every now and then, Ponyville must have had some experience with this sort of thing before. You just finished talking to Doctor Greymare, right? Maybe he could help.

Twilight Sparkle: That’s just the thing, Spike. He said he hasn’t heard of anything like this before, at least not while he’s been running the hospital.

Spike: Is there anypony who might know what happened before him?

Twilight Sparkle: You would have to be ancient to remember anything further back than that. You’d have to be…

The cogs in Twilight’s head begun to turn, and she and Spike come to the same conclusion simultaneously.

Twilight Sparkle and Spike: Somepony old like Granny Smith!

Twilight Sparkle: Spike, you’re a genius!

Spike: Bah, this is just a run of the mill performance from your number one assistant.

Twilight Sparkle: We should head to Sweet Apple Acres right now—

Suddenly, Pinkie Pie bursts in out of nowhere.

Pinkie Pie: TWILIGHT!!!! SOMETHING BIG IS COMING!!!!!!! THE FATE OF PONYVILLE DEPENDS ON IT

Spike: Pinkie, could you bring down the volume a little? My ears have been sensitive lately…

Pinkie Pie: Oh, sorry, Spike! The fate of Ponyville depends on it!

Spike: Thanks

Twilight Sparkle: Is it your Pinkie sense? Can you feel something bad coming?

Pinkie Pie: Yes! It’s big! Huge! Even bigger and huger than the time you believed in my Pinkie sense!

Spike: Wow, that IS big.

Twilight Sparkle: Well, if it’s so serious, we should tell everypony to stay indoors for the time being.

Pinkie Pie: Waaay ahead of you, Twilight! I already warned everypony not to take any unnecessary journeys on the way here.

Twilight Sparkle: Thank you Pinkie, you’ve saved us a lot of time. Now we can—

Pinkie Pie: —consult Granny Smith for her firsthoof account on Ponyville’s history of health and safety protocols?

Twilight Sparkle: …I won’t even ask. Yes, Pinkie, we’re doing just that.

Pinkie Pie: That’s a great idea, Twilight! Lead the way :3

Twilight Sparkle: Alright, let’s get to Sweet Apple Acres.

Pinkie Pie and Twilight Sparkle begin to clear out to head to the farm. Twilight notices Spike hasn’t made moves to join them, so she sticks her head back inside to check on him.

Twilight Sparkle: Spike, aren’t you coming?

Spike: You know, Twilight, if staying indoors is so important, I think I’d better stay here and…make sure Owlowicious doesn’t go wandering around while you’re gone.

Twilight Sparkle: Alright, number one assistant! I’m leaving the library under your watch. We shouldn’t be gone too long.

It looks like most Ponyville Residents have caught wind of Pinkie’s warnings! Twilight and Pinkie only see a few ponies out and about on their way to Sweet Apple Acres. this far out, the news hasn’t yet reached the Apples, who are occupied with a busy apple bucking season.

Applejack: Howdy y’all! What brings you down to the farm?

Pinkie Pie: My Pinkie sense has been going off all morning! Im not sure what this one means!

Twilight Sparkle: But I think I could figure it out. AJ, could I talk to Granny Smith?

Applejack: Sure thing! She shouldn’t have hunkered down for her afternoon nap just yet.

Twilight Sparkle: Alright, girls, I’ll be right back.

Pinkie Pie: I’ll stay with Applejack and lend a hoof with the apples!

Applejack: You know what, that’d be mighty helpful of you, Pinkie! Big Mac’s been sick, so I’ve been buckin’ these trees all on my own!

Twilight goes off to see Granny Smith on her own.

Twilight Sparkle: Hello, Granny Smith! Sorry to barge in on you like this..

Granny Smith: Not at all, dearie. In fact, you ought to visit more often! I hear so much about you from Apple Bloom, you really should stay for supper one of these days and tell us about your lessons yourself!

Twilight Sparkle: Thank you, Granny. I’ll make sure to visit more often. Unfortunately, I didn’t come by just to say hi today. I actually did have a few questions for you.

Granny Smith: Of course! Ask away, dear, I’m all ears.

Twilight Sparkle: Have there ever been any emergency health and safety protocols in Ponyville?

Granny Smith: Emergency what now?

Twilight Sparkle: Have there been any outbreaks of sickness in Ponyville in the past? Did the town have a way of dealing with them?

Granny Smith: Oh! You just mean the plague ponies. Hold on dear, I know I’ve got a book back here somewhere…it’s been sitting collecting dust! A sign of better times, I reckon…now if only I could find it…

Granny Smith begins rummaging around the house looking for the aforementioned book.

Twilight Sparkle: I think this might be just the thing I need! I haven’t heard of plague ponies before. None of my books mention them at all.

Granny Smith: Oh, your fancy city books wouldn’t have anything on this.

Granny Smith returns with a beat up looking book on hoof.

Granny Smith: I knew I still had one laying around!

Twilight Sparkle: Thank you, Granny. Um, what it is?

Granny Smith: It’s a home remedy book! Back when the town was first settling, we had all sorts of sicknesses popping up. Prob’ly from all the different ponies coming together. Without much of a way to reach Canterlot yet, we couldn’t get aid from the big city for any fancy doctor magic.

Twilight Sparkle: Oh…I had no idea that happened.

Granny Smith: Heh-heh…I’m not surprised they didn’t teach you this in your Canterlot history classes…What city pony aid we lacked, we made up for in home remedies. We each of us came together and pooled our knowledge in books like these. Here, you take this. This one’s got some of my own notes in it. Maybe you could add your own!

Twilight Sparkle: I couldn’t possibly take this from you! It’s a part of your history…

Granny Smith: It’s yours, too. And it’s doing nopony any good collecting dust with me. Just promise me to read every bit of it.

Twilight Sparkle: …Thank you, Granny. I will.

Granny Smith: Alright, now I’m off to hit the hay. Apple Bloom, you should show Twilight your plant project in the barn!

Granny Smith turns to go and take her afternoon nap. Apple Bloom appears, eager to get her turn talking to Twilight.

Twilight Sparkle: Ooh, have you figured out how to get your subjects to multiply?

Apple Bloom: I sure did!! I made the adjustments you told me to and added a little something of my own! You’ve gotta come and see it!!

POLL: Should Twilight go see Apple Bloom’s Project?

RESULT: Yes

End transcript

[gogodollie]

There’s not much stuff about possession in the Ghost fandom but I think there’s a really big opportunity for it to be peak romance for Sister Imperator/Papa Nihil (especially towards the end of her life)

The first time it happened, around when Nihil first became a ghost, it was purely an accident. Maybe the two were arguing about what to do with Copia and what to expect from him but Nihil happened to step through her- only he stepped into her. It’s invasive and weird and both of them are absolutely horrified at what’s happened and instantly move to fix it (struggling in the process and ultimately having to go to Psaltarian for help). Nihil agrees without debate to not let it happen again and keeps as much distance as he needs to but they figure that it’s more of a purposeful thing (assuming the original time Was an accident but tensions were a little high and led to the possession incident).

Sister Imperator walking around dealing with whatever illness she had going on, all on her own and trying to keep copia away, ultimately leaving her to deal with it quietly and unable to ask for help. Sure, Nihil is there at her side during the countless doctors appointments and flare ups when things get bad but it’s not like he can actually do anything about it- hell, her doctors have even considered a psych evaluation after hearing her talk to “herself” when they’ve left the room. They both know how this will end and the inevitability of death, Imperator has made her peace with this especially after Nihil’s death those years ago but damn does it have to be such a lengthy process? Nihil can’t do anything to help other than be by her side through it all, just the way that she was through the years when his health started declining. Sometimes the presence and company just has to be enough, he knows that it’s all he can provide- unless….?

Nihil hasn’t bothered to explore much of his abilities in his new… form. Body? Entity of sorts. He’s worked out the basics like eating and sleeping and that’s been enough for him until now, as he’s watching Sister struggle with the tasks that she’d always take such pride in and he’d give anything to help. And then he remembers the possession incident but it takes time for him to bring it up to her. He remembers how shaken she was by it and doesn’t want to overstep, especially when she’s busy trying to handle band management and planning her own funeral all at once. But finally, he works up the nerve to suggest it. It’s less so a suggestion than it is a blurted offer when he sees her hunched over her shower vanity trying to catch her breath one morning and offers to take it on for her instead. Nihil swears he’ll take care of her and that they’ll stop immediately, all she has to do is say the word and he’ll be gone. Imperator is hesitant but a sharp twinge of pain has her slowly nodding, saying she’ll give him one chance to get it right.

For Nihil who hasn’t had a corporeal form in years, it’s a bit overwhelming having all these senses back at this intensity especially after losing a good deal of them towards the end of his own life. Papa can handle the lingering pain and aches, remembers it well another from the end of his life and in some way, he welcomes it- helps him feel as alive as he can be at this point and knowing that it’s for Sister’s sake, he’s even more willing to take her pain and make it his own.

And for Sister Imperator? It’s all a breath of fresh air. there’s a searing pain in her left eye where nihil’s blessed eye would be but it’s small headache compared to her aches that she’s passed onto Nihil to manage. She can hear Nihil in whatever place she’s lost in inside her own head, warm and exhausted but a lingering consciousness as she’s a bystander to her own actions while Nihil is playing puppeteer. Imperator is fading as she finally finds the comfort to rest, falling into memories of nodding off in her old convertible with the hood down and a sun-flushed face. It’s the peace that she’s needed for god knows how long.

Nihil gets to work immediately, knows how strict she is about her work and following her daily schedule. It’s all like second nature to him. After spending 55 years at her side, how could it not be? He practically knows her better than himself at this point and he can’t ever imagine that being a bad thing. Nihil is oh-so-gentle with her body as if he’s doing these things for her rather than to her- carefully sitting her body on the floor of the shower to give her the chance to rest more as he washes her hair and lets muscle memory guide him through the motions of her morning. He’s perched up at her vanity table, carefully applying the same eye and lip makeup that she’s done for the past 30 years. Pulls her hair back into a simple ponytail because he still can’t fathom how she does most of the hairstyles she manages to wear on a regular basis. Nihil follows her routine to a certain degree, inclined to swap out her nice slacks for a skirt she hasn’t worn in years and maybe a pair of low mary janes to let her feet rest from the stress of constantly wearing heels (and also to ensure he doesn’t trip in them). Maybe he’ll search her jewelry box for a pair of earrings that he bought her years ago as a solstice gift, something expensive that she only wears on special occasions because they don’t match her regular uniform at work.

Papa makes sure to attend whatever meetings and attends to whatever phone calls she has planned for the day but avoids taking on too much of her paperwork- knows that she likes it done in a certain way and doesn’t want to create more work by messing it up the first time around. Nihil tries to avoid Copia for the duration of the day but if the two cross paths, it’s a very awkward correction of “Cardinal- no… Cardi? C. Yes, C.” which leaves Copia with a titled head but a quick “Afternoon, Sister” before he scurries off much to Nihil’s delight. In the back of his- well, imperator’s- mind, he can hear her insisting that he needs to be kinder to Copia, at least when he’s parading around her body like this. Nihil agrees with a huff and roll of the eyes because who is he to argue with her?

At the end of the night, he’ll swap her clothing for a fresh pair of pajamas, something satin that he takes his time running his hands over before pulling it on. Let’s her hair loose and carefully brush it out before finally putting it in a loose braid, just the way she likes it. It’s not until he’s made himself comfortable in bed that he’ll finally leave her body, wants to give her the satisfaction of enjoying her rest without the stress or pains from moving around to prepare for bed. After being in and out of sleep the entire day, Sister doesn’t feel tired at all for the first time in a long time. So, he settles on the sheets beside her. There’s a soft look in her eyes as she’s going on about the paperwork she’ll have to look over tomorrow because Nihil hasn’t bothered with it. He knows it’s meant in a teasing way but can’t shake the sweet gaze and how her hand has fallen close enough to his own so that she can rest the knuckle of her pinkie against the edge of his hand.

The devotion of it all, the intimacy of caring for her like that, of carrying her body with the same pride that she does and offering himself up to take on her pain- they both feel it. It doesn’t need words because the love is there, it always has been.

[aswallowssong]

Sicktember #3: Campus Crud

The HOO AU College AU is back at it again folks, ft. everyone's favorite Boy Toys. @starstwinkleplanetsshine let's name this AU lol

This is so stupid.

“This is so stupid!”

“You’re going to make your throat worse, stop it,” Cadence scolded, giving one Leo Valdez a look that said, if you don’t cut it out, I might kill you.

“But–”

“No, no buts, Leo. Seriously, can’t you just rest? Look at Jason and Percy? Are either one of them making me want to rip my hair out?”

In Leo’s defense, Jason and Percy had gone down before he had, and were in a pile of limbs on the floor, both listlessly watching what Cadence thought was a rerun of RuPaul’s Drag Race. As she looked, she realized that at one point she’d given both boys a damp washcloth for the fevers they were running, but now Jason didn’t have one, and Percy had two.

“Percy–”

“I already know what you’re gonna say, Cades, and he gave it to me. I didn’t steal it.”

She frowned. “I wasn’t–”

“You were. Shh, Ru is talking.”

Cadence rolled her eyes, turning back to Leo. Leo was looking at her like he’d been betrayed.

“Okay, one of them is making me want to rip my hair out.”

“Mhm.”

“Please lay down and stop talking.”

Leo looked like he wanted to revolt, but he played nice, laying back down on the couch and snuggling under the ugly orange blanket he loved so much.

Cadence took a breath. Most of their friends had been down with what Ros, a friend of theirs that was a Sophomore, called “Campus Crud.” Leo’s half-brother, Evan, had already had it, and so had she, so they’d said that it was basically inevitable.

Cadence would have preferred to call it “The Most Annoying Thing To Happen This Semester.” And that was saying a lot, considering they’d seemed to miss it first semester. They weren’t as lucky now, in mid-January, when everyone was bringing germs back from home, or holiday, or wherever they might have been for New Year’s.

She wished Angie was there. It would have been nice to have another set of hands, but it hadn’t taken too long to figure out that as soon as someone was sick, she might as well have been in the wind. Cadence didn’t understand it at all, but then again, her dad was a doctor, her two older brothers were in medical school, and she’d already been accepted into the nursing program, as soon as her Gen Eds were out of the way. For her, illness was a natural part of life.

A natural part of life that was currently driving her insane.

“Hey, Cady?”

She had no idea when the Jackson twins, Jason, and Leo had started calling her that, but it was still weird to hear it from someone that wasn’t at least partly related to her.

“Yeah, Perce?”

“I’m cold.”

“No,” she said simply, “you’re not. Your body is too warm, so it feels more cold around you.”

There was a pause, and she peered over the couch to see him looking at her with an absolutely pathetic pout. “But I’m cold.”

She closed her eyes for a second, knowing that if they were open, there’d be nothing to stop her from rolling them.

He’s sick. Be kind.

“I know,” she said, almost surprised by how calm her voice was. How even. “But I don’t think it’s a good idea to give you another blanket if we want your body temperature to cool down.”

“What happened to ‘sweat it out?’ I feel like my dad used to say that.”

“People did used to say that,” Cadence said simply, losing the fight, and rolling her eyes. “But it’s a myth.”

“I like myths.”

“Me too,” Jason croaked. He’d been hit first, and was still very much in the deep end of the nasty cold making its rounds.

“I like myths,” Leo agreed, poking out from his bright orange cocoon. “Especially if they let me be warm.”

“No one is feeling warm,” Cadence said, taking a deep breath to even herself back out. “You can’t sweat out the cold virus that’s making you sick. That’s not how it works. The fever is an effect of your immune system working properly to fight the virus. You’re going to feel cold. You’ll start feeling better when your white blood cells win and your fever breaks.”

“What about the fact that all my muscles feel like they’re made of pain?” Percy said, Jason and Leo humming in agreement, and Cadence pinched at her nose bridge.

“Haven’t any of you been sick before? Actually, don’t answer that. I’ve literally done this with all three of you already this year. Why are we even having this conversation?”

“Well, when Jason was really sick, he was basically incoherent,” Leo pointed out. Jason tried to throw a water bottle at him, but it missed wide.

“Good one, Jay,” she said dryly, and Percy gave a congested chuckle.

“Well, Percy showed up at their doorstep and threw up on Cady’s shoes,” Jason said, and Percy reached out and slapped his arm, betrayal on his face. 

“Hey!”

“Boys–”

“At least I didn’t give myself food poisoning!”

“Ay! The caf gave me food poisoning, sonso, don’t put that on me!”

“Boys!” Cadence yelled, and all three winced, Jason going as far as covering his ears a little. She knew all three of them had wicked headaches, and it was sort of a low blow to yell, but she didn’t need them riling each other up.

She lowered her voice again. “I was just trying to make a point that none of these things I’m saying should be surprising to you three. You’re going to be cold, and achy, and feel bad, because you’re sick. And I’m trying to make this as painless as possible, but I’m also trying to do what I think is best, based on everything I know. I’m also eighteen, and I’m very tired, so just…” she gestured to the screen of Leo’s computer, where they’d been streaming old shows, mostly legally. “Watch RuPaul.”

The boys were all staring at her with varying levels of embarrassment, directly based on how sick they were really feeling. Jason was mostly listless, while Leo looked truly embarrassed, and Percy at least had the gumption to look sheepish.

“Sorry Cady,” they chorused, and she rubbed her temples, exasperated, but she couldn’t stay mad for long. She loved the boys, even when they made her want to freak out.

She sighed. “I forgive you guys.” 

The three of them turned back to the screen, and just as RuPaul announced which queens would have to Lip-Sync for their Lives, her phone rang. The boys booed her, and she rolled her eyes, again, stepping into the hallway.

She let it vibrate another time, taking in the quiet of Leo and Percy’s dorm outside of their room. No boys whining. Noone coughing or sniffling. No RuPaul’s voice through Leo’s shitty speakers. Not, of course, that she had anything against RuPaul. She would have sat down to watch with them happily if she wasn’t about to rip her hair out.

When Cadence felt like she could breathe again, she answered Angie’s call.

“Hello?”

“Cady! How are– are you okay? You sound… defeated?”

Cadence sighed, slumping with her back against the wall. She tilted her head back so it could rest on the wall as well, and closed her eyes. 

“I’m… trying not to be. It’s not usually all three of them, you know? And it’s easier to take care of my own siblings when they’re sick, because I’m their big sister.”

And I’m not doing it alone.

“You’re basically their big sister, aren’t you the oldest?”

“Yeah, which is insane. I’m not nineteen until February. You guys are babies.”

Cadence heard Angie shifting on the other line, presumably laying in her bed, watching something insane or listening to music as loud as it could go. “Whatever. Back to the defeat, if they’re being assholes, tell them that.”

“No,” Cadence said quickly, sliding down to sit, her knees tucked to her chest. “No, they’re not. They’re being whiney, sick, eighteen year old boys. I’ve got one of those back home, too, it’s not like they’re being unreasonable or anything. It’s just easier with one. Or two. Or if they weren’t trying to razz one another.”

“Do I need to come over there?” Angie was obviously trying to keep hesitance and worry out of her voice, but it didn’t quite sell the way she’d obviously wanted it to. 

Cadence couldn’t ask her to come over and be freaked out the entire time, especially when there was a strong chance she’d get sick, too. She was worried about herself at this point, and even though she had a pretty rock-solid system, it wouldn’t have surprised her if she ended up sick by the end of the week, what with the “Campus Crud,” or whatever, running rampant.

“No, that’s okay. Would you mind making a run to the store for me, though? There’s a gold amex in my wallet, you can use that.”

“There’s a gold amex in your wallet?!”

“Mhm,” Cadence said simply, now distracted by trying to think through what she needed Angie to get. “Make sure you have your license on you, because if I have you get cold medicine, they card for that.”

“I– okay but we’re talking about that at some point!”

“Sure,” Cadence said. “I’ll text you a list in a few minutes. None of them have had much of an appetite, but they need to eat something, so maybe I’ll have you grab some soup I can put in the microwave.”

“Microwave soup,” Angie said sagely. “Good for the Campus Crud.”

Cadence laughed, surprising herself. The whole thing was ridiculous. The boys, her position of caretaker, Angie’s fear of illness, and the fact that she was hiding in the hallway. But, as Angie said that, Cadence knew that was exactly what she wanted to do. She wanted to microwave soup, and give medicine, and damp cloths for fevers. 

She wanted to take care of her friends while they were sick, because she loved them, and that was showing them that love the best way she knew how. 

“Can you also maybe get me a sandwich or something? Cadence found herself saying, straightening and squaring her shoulders. “I’m starving.”

“Anything for our nurse. I’ll leave now.”

“Thanks, Angie.”

“Sure, Cady. Thank you. Love you.”

Cadence smiled, turning the knob of the door to let herself back into the fray. Ru told someone to sashay away, and all three boys erupted into raspy shouts, sniffles, and grumbles of protest.

“Love you too.”

[thelovebug]

transracial adoptee escaping abusive home situation

When I was 17 years old, I was being driven home by my father. A woman was jogging passed the car and he made a comment that really stuck with me, and reminded me where I was and what my role was in life. He mentioned how she looked as dark as a nigger. It made me think of what he saw me as, although I knew this wasn’t the first instance where a comment was made about my race. Whether it be about me or about someone else. I remember hearing, “how are you black yet you can’t dance” or him wanting to call a person he was arguing with a nigger. Everyday when I enter the kitchen, I am greeted with a set piece that features blackface. The microaggressions are too much for me, I was subjected to ruthless racism and hatred throughout my entire school career by my white classmates, and they did not move a budge to help me or support me. I’ve been in poor health since I was an infant, and I am grateful for them taking care of me but using my sick moments as a “gotcha” moment or to guilt trip me over showing emotions of anger or sadness. Constantly telling me how good I have it and I should be grateful. I was threatened and subjected to physical violence as a child, which stopped once I made it clear I would not hesitate to call 911 now that I was old enough to do so. If my father is not ragefully screaming, talking down to, or calling me a communist because I don’t like what he likes or agree with everything he says. My mother is insulting me or putting me through emotional incest because the man she decided to marry doesn’t care to be that stand in anymore. She is narcissist who would rather die than apologize for letting me get sexually abused and bullied. She calls me a pig, a monster, tiring, annoying, a whiner, a drug addict. A drug addict after I confided in her about how pot relieves my joint pain and felt like she needed to know I use it in the house sometimes, because I didn’t want to lie to her even though she lies to me every other day. Just recently she added on more trauma and resentment I have towards her when she stole from my savings account and said she didn’t feel bad about it. This is supposed to be my MOTHER. 

I have taken care of her and my father when they are sick or just don’t feel like contributing to the day. When she is ill she goes to me, I take her blood, as a kid I would rub her back and feet, when she’s confused or doesn’t know what to do, she asks ME for help. When my father was in the hospital because of his own stupidity and ignorance towards his health, she felt more inclined to take care of him, a man who once referred to her as a fat bitch, right in front of me as a child than her kids. When I was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes when I was 12, the hospital staff taught her how figure out dosages, which eventually she would have to teach me. This did not happen, and even when I asked to be taught, she said she forgot. It wasn’t until I asked my new doctor to teach me again, that I figured it out but because of my own stubborness, I didn’t ask until I was 18. The older I got the more I felt ignored, hated, and their resentment towards me grew. They resented any thought or plea from me about wanting to know my family history or when I wanted to connect more with my culture or community, my mom even refused to let me see black friends. They make fun of my bonnet, the way I sound, talk, what I know, what I don’t know. I never got know my culture, I want to wear braids, I want to listen to black artists and gush over them, I want to love myself freely and without shame. I want to be gay, I want to have a girlfriend, I want to explore my gender. I just want to be free. I can’t stay in the same house I was touched and abused in anymore. My job isn’t giving me any shifts, and I’m still searching for one that will work around my disabilities and I can get to within a 10 mile radius. My father is the only one who can give me transportation but he is an awful driver who gets into frequent accidents, and has driven drunk on multiple occasions and gave me the rule that to work, the location has to be within 10 miles. I am at the end of the road at this point, if I can’t get a car for myself (since I’m not allowed to drive despite having a license) then I feel like I will die here. I do not have external family due to adoption, and I do not trust either sides of my parents extended family. 

I feel like the system has failed me. Because of some random lawyer or social worker, I was placed here when I was still in infancy, with a family who I feel I can personally never call my true family. Family does not subject their kids to things I have been through. I would’ve rather been aborted than born at all if this was gonna be my future. I don’t know and will never know my real mom or dad and there aren’t any ways to fix this, my original birth certificate was altered. I started this GFM so I can start again, to have a life before it’s too late. I’m only 20 and I turn 21 next month but I feel physically and mentally exhausted to the point where I feel my chest ache and can’t move. Even if you can’t donate please share my story and I want everyone to know that transracial adoption is harmful, anti-black, painful and the silence concerning it is deafening and I will never forgive the adults who decided to put me in this position before I could even speak. 

[ecargmura]

Ameku MD Doctor Detective Episode 4 Review - Tomb Raiders

There wasn’t an episode last week due to supposed production issues—like why are you having production issues this early, Project No 9? I can’t believe I had to wait an extra week for what I think is easily the worst written case by far.

Like, I get that this is basically the first of an even bigger case, but the way it was handled was so stupid. I understand that it’s mostly the supernatural vs science sort of thing as a topic, but I wish this was handled a lot better. Like, it’s obvious that if you go tomb raiding someone’s grave without protective gear, you’ll get infected due to the airborne fungal bacteria. Like, I’m not even a doctor or a nurse! My only experience in the medial field was working at a chiropractic and acupuncture clinic and I still know to wear protective gear when necessary. I remember always wearing a mask when I had worked during the pandemic. It should’ve been obvious that the two men’s illnesses was due to whatever bacteria was in the air in that tomb and it would’ve easily been solved in five minutes. There’s really no need to pinpoint a mystery over this.

Not only that, when Takao and Kotori went to check out the tomb on their own with Kuramoto, the doctors themselves were not wearing any protective gear like a face mask. I get that Takao did explain that if one is healthy, they wouldn’t be affected by cryptococcus and meningitis, but as medical practitioners, wouldn’t it be fundamental to do so? The author is a licensed doctor, so it does feel odd that they’re not incorporating small, necessary details that most doctors should abide by, even if it is fiction. It makes me wonder if this is an oversight made by the animation studio or if this is actually in the light novels.

Though, if I do have to point out something I like, I guess it’s showing how well read Takao is. Her house is filled with books and she got excited with talks of onmyouji and is even knowledgable about it herself. If it was some other medical professional, they’d be skeptical, but Takao indulges in supernatural talk and even wants to go exploring tombs. Though, she does go back to being a medical professional once she figures out the cause of the ‘curse’ and persuades Mr. Ikari to go to the hospital and even explains stuff about consensual hospitalization if a family members consents to it. Anyways, it’s hilarious how I went from watching an anime that had a character named Abe no Seimei to watching another anime that mentioned the onmyouji. What a weird coincidence.

The voice cast for the non-doctor characters is pretty crazy. Professor Murota is voiced by Akio Otsuka. Kuramoto is voiced by Yui Ishikawa. Professor Ikari is voiced by Takaya HASHI. Kagaya, the bespectacled assistant, is voiced by Kikunosuke Touya. Murota’s daughter Haruka is voiced by Shion Wakayama. Best of all, the mean onmyouji guy Yuta is voiced by Akira Ishida—Japanese seiyuu fans always say that if there’s an anime character voiced by Ishida then you must definitely never trust him. It’s safe to say that he’s the arc villain of the overall case and the cause of Kuramoto being ignited on fire.

Most importantly, why is this episode even titled ‘Spontaneous human combustion’ when no one was combusted? I just hope that the case following this one will be better because this was so stupid and makes me question the author’s writing skills. Did they really need to waste twenty minutes of air time just to figure out that tomb raiding is highly infectious? Anyways, let me know your thoughts on this episode and whether if you agree or disagree with me.

[adamwatchesmovies]

The Manor (2021)

I’ll grant The Manor some points. At its core, it showcases a relatable fear. Its focus on an older actress as the main character makes it stand out, as does the ending. What’s not so good are the complete lack of scares, some sloppy bits of writing and certain character motivations that don’t quite add up. For me, this lands it smack-down in the middle. It’s ok.

After suffering a stroke, 70-year-old Judith Albright (Barbara Hershey) is moved into a nursing home and soon after, diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease. There, she is confronted by another resident, who insists something sinister is happening before dying. Though her 17-year-old grandson, Josh (Nicholas Alexander), wants to believe her, Judith’s stories of a strange tree-like demon appearing at night sound exactly like the symptoms of dementia.

It’s nice to see Barbara Hershey in a starring role. She may be 75 but there’s no reason she shouldn’t still be performing and The Manor is an ideal film for her. The doctor may have diagnosed Judith with an incurable brain disease, but she doesn’t seem ill at all. She’s sharp, likable and perfectly capable of taking care of herself. She might need someone to check up on her occasionally but she’s not like those residents who can’t even tell what day of the week it is and are waiting for people who are long dead to visit them. This is what makes her suspicions frightening. Try as she might, Judith will never convince anyone she isn't hallucinating. The idea of being stuck at the manor is similar to the nightmare scenario of being mistakenly incarcerated in a mental asylum. This is an area where the movie could have been improved. If Judith was a little less stable, a little more frail, we might question whether the creature that appears at night is real. As is, you know something shady is going on in this place. More than that, you can probably tell who is behind it as well - the movie isn’t hard to figure out.

I’m being nice to The Manor because there are some good ideas at its core. In execution, however, this movie isn’t all there. The first problem is that it just isn’t frightening. There are plenty of shots late at night that might make you jump when something scary suddenly appears, but what is actually happening at the manor is pretty obvious, which dissipates your interest in the plot significantly. 

What’s going on, exactly? Turns out Ruth (Fran Bennett), Roland (Bruce Davison) and Annette (Nancy Linehan Charles) are actually much older than everyone else at the manor. At night, they revert to their younger selves so they can live it up and transform back to normal when the sun rises. To keep this magic going, they’ve been sacrificing the other residents to a tree-like demon. After Judith and her grandson manage to dispatch Roland, the remaining witches tempt her with an offer: “Why not join us?” Shockingly, she and Josh agree! It’s an unsettling turn of events, but I’m not sure it’s in character for them to go along with it. Even if it is, this revelation raises several questions. At one point, Judith finds a list of the residents who’ve just had their lives drained away by the demon and her name is next. Where did this piece of paper come from? If it lists all the nefarious trio’s victims, shouldn’t it be way, way longer? It’s just a clumsy way to keep the plot moving, is what it is. Going back to that “Join us!” proposition, you can easily see how this could’ve been an enticing prospect for Judith if the film was written a little better; if we saw her genuinely worried about getting old and having her mind fall apart, or if we saw some residents die for non-magical reasons.

The Manor features a different protagonist than we’re used to seeing in a horror movie and the ending is memorable but the lack of scares, predictable story and clunky writing make it hard to get too excited about it. You could do much worse if you’re looking for something to watch “for free” from home, but there are many other movies I’d point you toward first. (December 4, 2023)

[qu-film-history-to-1968]

D.O.A. and film noir: Right there in the face.

After watching and enjoying Black Angel, I was more than ready to view the D.O.A.(1950). D.O.A, released by United Artists, was directed by Rudolph Maté and starred Edmond O’Brien and Pamela Britton as the leads. The film follows O’Brien as Frank Bigelow, an accountant and notary public in California. Becoming restless and hesitant about his relationship with his secretary, Paula, played by Pamela Britton, he decides to take an impromptu trip to San Francisco. As he is trying to relax and enjoy his vacation, he begins to feel unwell and heads to the doctor. Upon discovering he has been poisoned and only has a few days left to live, he takes it upon himself to discover who “murdered” him before it’s too late. 

“This wartime and immediate postwar detective contrasts markedly with today’s conformist home-front detectives.” (Broe). This quote comes from the journal article Class, Labor, and the Home-Front Detective: Hammett, Chandler, Woolrich, and the Dissident Lawman(and Woman) in 1940s Hollywood and Beyond by Dennis Broe. I couldn’t agree more with this quote, especially given what I have watched this week. In both the Black Angel and D.O.A., there is no detective at all. There are police involved in both, but they play minor roles. The main characters who take it upon themselves to solve the mysteries in these films aren’t detectives, not even close. One is an accountant and notary public, while the other two are an alcoholic musician and a former singer turned housewife. In both films, the main characters are in situations where the police can’t do anything more or they feel as though they have to take it upon themselves. Both situations end with the case being solved, but a sadness and darkness to it all. They wrap up loose ends, but there are no true happy endings. Which makes perfect sense for film noir. 

After watching the Black Angel, I had high expectations. For the most part, those expectations were met. The quality of the film was great. The lighting was different, less soft lighting than Black Angel, as this was a grittier film and the lighting reflected that. The score also reflected that feeling, with its darker and jarring sound. Editing and the rest were all quite good. The acting was a bit more dramatic at times, especially during a confrontation or an embrace with a woman, but it also spoke of the time period. The plot was intriguing and not entirely what I expected. While I managed to figure some things out, there were a few times where a new twist and turn would take me by surprise. There were also things that were right there in my face, but I just didn’t see it until the end. But hey, now I know what D.O.A stands for. The ending was satisfying yet left me wanting a little more, though that’s what made it so good. 

Both films were excellent and I am glad I watched them. For all my expectations about crime noir films of the 40s, I was pleasantly surprised at the change of pace these films brought. I would say, if I had to pick between the two, I would choose Black Angel. While I did enjoy the D.O.A., Black Angel just had a little something more for me. Between the lighting, the music, the plot, not between the romance. While both films have ill-fated romances, the chemistry between the two main characters of Black Angel was just perfection. While I can find romance cheesy at times, I can be a sucker for it as well. Overall, just two spectacular films that I would highly recommend. 

By: Callahan Coffey 

Resources: 

https://www.jstor.org/stable/29768313?typeAccessWorkflow=login&seq=2

[stormy333]

Texas Charm

So keeping with the theme of my love life (face palming right now). We’re going to talk about the “Texas charmer” who stole my heart for two years and never knew until it came up again pretty recently and well now sadly our roles have reversed. I feel for him. I honestly do.

Some context, we met sometime during 2016. I believe it was late June early July, maybe possibly August? Here’s the thing in 2012-2016 I had some unexplained health issues going on but we were seeing doctors and specialists A LOT and around those three months (June-August) we had gotten some answers. My mom had been given some support groups and had been talking to this one girls mom and they kinda set us up and I met Texas through the girl. They both had illnesses and we understood each other in ways healthy kids our age can’t really understand.

It wasn’t hard to tell that Texas was really REALLY into let’s call the girl North. So Texas and North had actually just met that day as well and we were all in a Skype voice call talking and getting to know each other. North was the oldest of the group and Texas the middle and myself the youngest. The more and more we got to know each other the more I became sort of an outcast in the group and about a month in they were now a couple and unfortunately my feelings had grown, because even though in the group I had become an outcast Texas and myself had bonded as friends as he and I had a little more in common. We were both the youngest child of our siblings and we kinda just related better to each other. It was hard to describe but I was just drawn to him.

About two or three months after they started dating he came to me for advice and I did the best I could do. I told him the honest to god truth about how I felt. I’m not talking about my feelings for him as during this time I was still working on deciphering what those feelings were, but the feelings of the situation. It hurt his feelings and we stopped talking for a bit, except for on holidays. During that time of us not talking I was very depressed and constantly thinking about him trying to figure out what those uncontrolled raging feelings were. That bit lasted about 2-3 months, we did this A LOT. Anyways, Texas messaged me and told me he was thinking of breaking up with North. This was around February of 2017. He and North had gotten into a fight and he came to me, again asking advice and he again wasn’t thrilled with what I had said but was happy that I had promised to stay and support him no matter his decision.

Okay so fast forward a month and we hadn’t talked since that night. Except the word document I sent to him expressing how much I cared about him as a friend but I wanted more. I understood he wanted her. I would never come between them and if she made him happy I was happy for him but when she was hurting him it was hurting me as he was one my best friends and I cared very much for him. Texas messages me. This time I knew exactly what those burning passions and everything I felt for him was now but now I was trying to deny it because it hurt to much. Texas sent me my letter, and asks me if I still feel that way. He says he’s about to break-up with North. He wants a “back-up” girlfriend though. Texas wants me to be his back up… He wants me to be a rebound.

My best friend stopped me. I almost agreed. “You are more than a backup!” I tried to defend it “Maybe thats not what he meant”. But to be honest anyway you spin it when your “Texas Charmer” asks you to be his backup after everything , sending your feelings back to you only to tell you when you ask if he actually likes you like that, that no. No I think you’re a sweet girl and I like you as a friend and I think maybe we could work? That stabs you in your heart. I remember not talking to him for the rest of the night then I asked my older brother for advice. I never do that. I needed one more unbiased opinion. His response was the one that broke me down and made me truly start the process of getting over Texas.

We stayed friends and only talked rarely and gamed together then about the end of 2017 and the start of 2018 we were on another break and things were quiet. I was still working on getting over him. It really wasn’t an easy process until I actually said what I felt. It was actually sometime in the summer of 2018 when I finally said it. We were swimming (myself and my best friend) and all of a sudden I stopped after my flip and looked at my sister and said “I love him. I don’t know how or why but I love him.” She asked who and I said Texas Charmer.

Fast forward to March 19, 2019. Texas out of the blue texted me. Part of me moving on had involved me deleting his number, deleting all of my socials from my phone that I was friends with him on. Not the accounts just the apps. I remembered his number though and instantly replied with “Texas?” and he said yeah and my dumb self fell back in the hole after a panic attack. Luckily I was sorta “with” someone at the time anyways so it was just old friends catching up, the slate wiped clean. We start talking a bit again and go back to our old ways of only going 2-3 months without talking.

Fast forward another few months, Texas again messages me randomly this time it was late at night and I was heartbroken dealing with something else, immediately I get defensive because he sends me the messages I sent him a while back. But then he sends “You were right”. With those words the sobs that were already happening got worse but because I appreciated it. I appreciated him. Always had. Always have. But never did I feel appreciated by him until that moment and that started to mend the us.

Fast forward to November 2019. Um to put it lightly the guy I was sorta with in March kinda started a domino effect that wasn’t good. But that is another story. You have to know that because in November I had recently gotten out of a relationship which again another story but it was a bit of a mess. In November Texas and I were talking again and he dropped the bomb. He had feelings for me now. We’ve known each other for 4 years now and are still best friends no doubt and no doubt you can feel the flames when we talk but it’s different. He told me and had to tell him that I just didn’t feel that way anymore. It hurt a lot. We still talk, I try to distance myself so that he won’t get hurt, but also I know loneliness sucks too. The thing is I do love Texas Charmer but not in the “I wanna marry you way”. It’s more platonic you were my first love and you taught me patience but you also taught me to respect myself and I am going to forever be grateful for it.

[antimonyandthyme]

Athy athy im on my knees begging what happens next in the pregnant smick??? Does seb tell him?? Does he push it thinking eh its fine ill tell him another time until mick figures it out himself and is like OH. OH WAIT. and inevitably goes into a spiral re: why didnt seb tell me am i NOT the father/is he not planning to keep it/i am the father and he is planning to keep it but really doesnt want me anywhere near them/whats going on ATHY PLEASE i need answers🙏🙏🙏

Dear anon this universe is entirely the brainchild of the brilliant @rosyjuly, better known as the beloved elevator anon around these parts. Truly, none of this would exist without her, lines included. (She’s a genius and I’m in love) ANYWAY, I’m just frolicking in her sandbox, and with her permission, I’ll give you a lil peek, don’t tell anyone!

Essentially, Mick knocks Seb up by accident. Seb thinks he can't have children anymore, maybe he thinks he’s a little too old. They don’t fuck with condoms. During one of his heats Seb asks for Mick to knot him through it, and Mick agrees in an instant, of course he’d help of course of course in fact he would much prefer if Seb only ever asked him to help. The heat passes, it’s all done and dusted like every other time, except Seb starts to get some telltale signs. Morning sickness, tender, really tender, swollen tits, all that. He goes to the doctor, heart in his throat. Well hello, Mick’s put a baby into him.

Except Mick never meant to, right? This was all an accident. And Seb can’t bear the idea of trapping Mick with a baby because this was his fault, he got careless, he told Mick he wouldn’t be able to carry anymore, and now he has a baby? And knowing Mick, kind-hearted, giant-hearted Mick, he’d drop everything to take care of them both. And how can he do that to Mick? Mick who’s just starting his racing career? How is he supposed to race and fight his way to the top of the world where he belongs while worrying about Seb and a child?

So Seb… does not tell Mick. In this snippet during one of Seb’s pseudo heats, where Seb’s already pregnant, Seb lies about it all, even though Mick verges on wonder—Seb’s pregnant? Surely it’s him, right? Surely he’s the father? But Seb goes, uh, uh, no, I just. Lactate during heats. And Mick shovels his disappointment down because he shouldn’t want anymore than he’s being given! He’s already been allowed so much! That he has the right to attend to Seb in his heats is already more than he’s ever imagined. So he carries on.

Except you can’t hide this kind of thing for very long. Maybe Seb misses ROC because he’s showing so obviously. Seb starts to ignore Mick’s calls, his increasingly worried texts. Eventually, Mick goes fuck it, and shows up at Seb’s door.

Seb opens it, completely unaware, and, well. There’s no hiding it this time. Mick very carefully goes, “Can I come in?”

Seb mutely steps aside.

“Who’s the—”

“I’d rather you didn’t ask,” Seb says quietly.

Mick’s jaw clicks shut. That… stings. He’d thought. Well. He doesn’t know what to think. Seb has every right to have another partner. He’s never been promised to Mick. He just thought.

But, the house smells clean of another alpha. Seb smells… just like himself. Rain, earth, mint; now with a soft tint of honey beneath it all. Maybe something happened. Maybe the alpha left. Maybe’s Seb trying to do this alone and my god. He shouldn’t have to. Mick wants to bare his teeth, demand for an explanation, if only so he can get his hands on the other alpha’s neck.

Mick swallows his indignation down. Seb doesn’t need that now. “Whatever you need. You know that.”

Seb doesn’t think he has the right to ask anymore of Mick. But there are instances, where in his pregnancy his hormones are a wack and he needs, he just needs so badly, and Mick’s so willing, so kind, he eats Seb out until Seb’s legs shake, he keeps his hand on Seb’s belly while he fucks Seb so gently, he’s just—everything Seb could ever need, but above every fibre in him crying out for his alpha Seb upholds Mick’s (perceived) needs above his own, and so he doesn’t say anything.

Then for one of his later doctor’s appointments, Seb’s tiring easier so he asks Mick to come along. Mick thinks about how he isn’t the father and how it’d hurt for him to sit there next to Seb while the doctor talks about a baby that isn’t his but decides it’d hurt infinitely more if he left Seb alone. He told Seb, Whatever you need, and that stands true regardless.

Except of course they go for an ultrasound and both of them are emotional because that’s Seb’s! His baby! And then in the car Mick loses his temper a little, goes, “I can’t believe he’d leave you like that. What kind of alpha would leave their omega like that?” What kind of man would leave Seb like that?

And Seb makes this wounded noise, “I’m not anybody’s omega. And I chose to do this.”

And they drive back sullen and stung and Mick makes tea and calms himself down, and then gets to his knees in front of Seb. Very sincerely says, “I know you chose to do this. And I know you’re not mine. But.” He lets out a bitter, self-deprecating laugh. “But I always wanted you to be. And I would still, if you’d let me. I’d take care of you both.”

Seb’s staring at him like he’s grown an extra head because Mick can’t seriously be offering what he thinks Mick’s offering. “You can’t,” he says faintly, shocked into speaking. “You’re young and you’ve got so much going on and. You can’t.”

Mick’s jaw gets this stubborn set, and oh. Oh. He looks so much like. Oh. “Why not? I can choose what I want to do, and I know I want to be there for you both, even if you never tell me who—”

“It’s yours,” Seb says weakly.

Silence, before Mick flinches away as the words sink in. Seb sags with defeat. He’s gone and messed everything up. Mick would’ve accepted him, but he’s gone and lied and done something so terrible and so unforgivable and—

Mick gets up, heads toward the door.

“Mick,” Seb pleads.

“I can’t be around you right now,” Mick says, all the warmth squeezed out of his voice. “Bye, Seb.”

Mick leaves and Seb dissolves into sobs, the heaving kind that hurts your chest, while Mick goes off and tears his fingers through his hair. What kind of alpha is he? Seb didn’t even want to tell him. Seb would rather have raised the child by himself then tell him. What kind of alpha does that make him? How had he failed so badly? How had he fallen short by so great a margin? What does that speak of his competency as a mate, a partner? He hasn't cried since... well. Mick drops his head in his hands, letting the tears leak through his fingers.

(Suns, it’s awful. But it becomes better. I just... won't tell you how for now because this is turning into a fic.)

[crowborn666-writes]

ah, I'm sorry to hear you're a bit ill, I hope you'll get better the soonest! and if you don't mind a jiro request, then here's my idea:

fem!reader x jiro. They're both pretty introverted but have an interest in one another. Reader has been interested in jiro for a while now, but they never had more interactions than awkward hellos and brief little chats here and there. Obviously, reader wants to get to know her and stuff, but she just keeps on telling herself she's far too out of my league/perfect for me, there's no way she'll like me back, etc. However, little does she know that jiro feels the exact same way and that she really wants to initiate more interactions with her too. Somehow, it works, and thanks to both jiro's and the reader's efforts they grow closer over time and they develop crushes on each other.

Bonus points if there's a confession scene, although you don't have to write it if you don't feel like it! Also: take all the time you want/need, I understand how pressuring requests can be so no worries about the time! Take care of yourself :)

Switched

(Ty for the get well wishes ‘Tenshi! ❤️ doin’ better sickness wise, harvest season is never kind. Finally got into a doctor tho and got put on some bipolar meds, hoping to get ahold of a therapist/psychologist soon too. In other news, apologies this took so long! Writers block iS A BIT—)

(Hope it’s okay I switched up the request a teeny bit! I was trying to figure out how to start and my brain screamed “VALENTINES DAY”)

Kyoka Jiro x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Romantic

Summary: Jiro is way out of your league, you know that. But you can’t help but still try.

Have a vibe: Coyote - Mako

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You were dreading February. Not only were you fearing another lonely Valentine’s Day, you were afraid your crush would be scooped up by someone else. Your crush in question?

Kyoka Jiro.

You were so afraid she wouldn’t be interested, too afraid to pass along the handcrafted note you had made just for her.

So the days passed by, brief interactions with Jiro resulted in passing hellos and small conversations on current events or your favorite songs that had just come out. Music was one thing the both of you could agree on, often finding yourselves in the dorm kitchen jamming out while making dinner together.

You adore those moments, feeling like you could just be yourselves in those moments, no awkward hellos or forced polite body language like you both would in the hallways of the school.

You would bop and move to the beat of the music, Jiro singing in the background while you chimed in with the words you knew well.

When Denki and Mina would set up karaoke night, and you and Jiro got the confidence, you both would find yourselves in a singing battle with your own little groups of cheerleaders behind you.

You found yourself subconsciously doing or making things that you knew Jiro would like. Like using her favorite colors in a bracelet you made once while hanging out with Ochako. Or seeing a piece of clothing and first wondering Jiro would like it, rather than if you liked it.

In the moments you did hang out with Jiro you both along well once the walls were down.

But Valentine’s Day was growing closer and closer, with each passing day students were getting more and more excited. Many talked about going on dates with their partners, others talked about spending the afternoon with close friends, some even debating a confession.

You were one of them, staring down at the handmade card you’d carefully tucked into your backpack with increasing worry and doubt.

“So who’s the card for, (Y/n)?”

You practically jumped a foot in the air, head snapping up to see Denki glancing between you and the card, the electric boy smiling like a cheshire cat with his cheek resting on his palm.

“W-What’s it matter?” You stammered, face heating up as you tugged your bag a bit closer.

Denki passed you a knowing glance and a raised eyebrow, glancing between you and Jiro now, voice hushed. “Just tell her! What’s the worst that could happen?”

“I get horribly rejected and become a laughing stock.” You replied bitterly, nerves flaring at the eye roll he gave you in response.

Oh if only you hadn’t smashed your fingers in your previous hero training class, you’d reach out and flick him in the forehead.

Maybe you’d ask Bakugo to do it for you later.

Class passed by soon enough, and lunch rolled around. You gathered up your stuff after having asked Aizawa a question, standing up straight and turning only to smack right into someone in the doorway.

You heard your bags hit the floor, and your eyes opened to see Jiro standing there.

“Gah—I-I’m sorry!” She stammered, flushing a bit with embarrassment, “I left something at my desk and wasn’t paying attention to where I was going!”

“It’s okay.” You replied, hoping you didn’t sound breathless. You both crouched to retrieve your things, you quick to snatch your card before Jiro could see it.

Jiro soon stood once again with her things, stammering out an apology once more before moving to her desk.

Classes went by without any other issue, your attention too ensnared by the lessons to truly focus on your interaction with Jiro earlier. A heavy sigh left you when you got back to your dorm room, setting your backpack down and beginning to dig out your homework.

A frown etched onto your face, you were coming to terms with failing to confess when your eyes landed on the card.

Wait…

You didn’t use this shade of purple paper to make the card…

Dread filled you so quick you could’ve sworn you were gut-punched by All Might himself. You shuddered at the thought of Jiro finding the card you made for her, hands shaking as you carefully picked up the card.

You had a card Jiro made, and Jiro had the card you made for her.

Your brain running a mile a minute, you were thinking of ways to avoid devastating rejection. Maybe she hadn’t seen the card yet, and you still had time to switch them.

Your eyes caught the name on Jiro’s card, and you felt your breath stutter.

Your name was written on the card.

Your eyes flitted over Jiro’s neat handwriting, words of hopefulness and love greeting you. A knock on your door ripped your attention away from the card, Jiro’s flushed face standing in your partially open doorway.

In her hands was the lavender, heart shaped card you had made.

“I…” You watched as Jiro took a breath, her face tilted up from the paper to look at you, voice gentle and soft. “I like y-you too…”

A hitch of breath left your throat, face heating up as your feet moved on their own, carrying you to her and allowing you to get close enough to embrace her, words tumbling out of your mouth like a waterfall breaking through a dam.

“I was so worried you wouldn’t… w-wouldn’t like me too!”

Jiro was quick to return the embrace, warm cheek pressed to your own. “I’m a bit glad our cards got mixed up, I was honestly so afraid to give it to you…”

“Same here.” You let out a laugh, watching as Jiro pulled back to take your hands in hers, being conscious of your lightly bruised fingers.

“What do you say about a music jam until dinner?”

“I’d love nothing more.”

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[writingwithcolor]

Desexualized Mammy & Strong Black Woman, too busy for “frivolous love”

“Alyse” (Anon Submission) asked:

My science fiction story includes a black woman (Talia) who raises two children that aren’t her own and takes on two young adults as apprentices. One of the children she is raises has Arabic background and was taken into her home upon his father’s death (his mother’s whereabouts are unknown). She was a close friend of his father and the closest thing he had to a relative. The second child has mixed French-Latinx background and was taken in after becoming shipwrecked with no means by which to contact her people. Talia was the first non-hostile individual she encountered and one of the few who would so openly embrace a stranger. Since Talia is Master Medic (the highest medical authority in her community) she is training two apprentices (think residency) and eventually mentors the second child as well. She was once married and passionately in love but lost her husband to illness. In this setting, some technology we take for granted is inaccessible and violence against their people is commonplace. Most have experienced sudden loss. This particular loss was the catalyst that drove Talia into medicine- a desire to protect her loved ones and prevent others from experiencing similar tragedy. She is usually kind (though businesslike) but sometimes succumbs to a frigid, furious depression when, despite all her knowledge and determination, she can’t save someone. 

I worry that her maternal association with the two children (one of whom is an outsider) mires her in the mammy trope. On top of that, she hasn’t pursued romance since the death of her husband. I’ve considered giving her a romantic subplot but there are already so many characters to keep track of. Furthermore, I just can’t see her engaging in the frivolous pursuits of new love when she’s dealing with kids, students, and an extremely taxing career. 

In terms of race and culture in this story, practically every character can trace their ancestry back to populations displaced through war. Even Talia’s second child was shipwrecked during a botched evacuation from a military science lab. The people who live here have been isolated for generations and no longer have a real concept of their ancestry. Cultures have blended, new religions have formed, and many of our familiar racial/ethnic issues are forgotten. However, new and different but equally toxic ones have replaced them. In this way, Talia’s blackness doesn’t carry the same associations in her world as it would in ours. However, readers may still make these associations. Do you see any issues with her character that I could amend? 

So! You have:

A highly educated Black-coded woman (the highest medical authority in the community)

She raises two kids alone 

She also looks after two apprentices

She is widowed (not sure the race of the husband, was he Black?)

Having experienced heartbreaking love, Talia's drive to look after, protect and save people through medicine is a great motivation for the way she is. Her experiencing depression and taking losses seriously is also very human and is dynamic characterization. 

However, such characterization with Black women is prone to brush across several tropes. You have a Black woman who gives and protects, but what does she get in return? Who cares for her? 

Prioritize your Black character’s happiness

"I’ve considered giving her a romantic subplot but there are already so many characters to keep track of. Furthermore, I just can’t see her engaging in the frivolous pursuits of new love when she’s dealing with kids, students, and an extremely taxing career." 

Priorities, priorities. Is love a frivolous pursuit in her eyes, or yours? Because I strongly disagree. You probably don't mean to but you, as the author, having an excuse to NOT give the Black woman romance is showing that you do not think she's worth being loved. TV viewers and stans who are uncomfortable when Black women characters have relationships find similar excuses to explain away not wanting BW in relationships.

"She's too strong and independent for a man/relationship" 

"I liked her better alone." 

"It'll take away from her character."

“A romance doesn’t feel right for her”

These sorts of statements above are grounded in racialized misogyny. 

Relationships do not lessen the woman.

Relationships does not lessen Black women. 

Love

Whether that love is romantic, familial, or friendship, it can come in many forms. Give Talia love. Because Black women characters deserve it! Either one or all! 

Let her have a loyal best friend, a cat, and a girlfriend. Because why not? And not to downplay the love of children to parents, but please provide her love beyond what she gets on a maternal level from the children she looks after. 

The stories that Black women are in today severely lack love for us, so why add to the narrative of Black women being all work and no play, and too [insert excuse here] to be loved? 

Of course, you didn't provide all the details from your story, but I'm not seeing much of a balance from the struggle. She is a caretaker, teacher, doctor (or doctor-like figure). 

Her position and background in itself is okay. It's the Strong Black Woman being presented with seemingly no commentary that strikes me. 

Where is her team to help balance the weight of the world? 

Who takes care of her when she's depressed from another loss? 

What does she get in return from taking an emotional and physical toll to heal her community? 

Do those around her recognize all she does for them and offer their friendship? 

When does she get to relax and turn off the need to be everything for everybody?

Fitting love into a book with many characters

There are many books with several characters to keep track of. People tend to manage. Also, I'm sure some of those characters are in and/or out of relationships. Even stories that couldn’t be classified as romances have relationships of some sort. It’s unrealistic to have a ton of characters and none of them be in relationship(s) of some sort. Not when there’s so many forms of it and many sexualities. 

Friends, frenemies, enemies, romance, affairs.. Relationships make stories (and life) interesting. By no means do I think adding these dynamics harm your tale. And what’s one more for a hard-working Black woman who sacrifices a lot and clearly deserves a shoulder to lean on? And, if you use an existing character to be that friend, family, or lover, then you won’t need to pencil in another character.

For romance specifically - I think a misconception when it comes to including romance in stories is that they have to somehow take over the story. Romance does not have to bombard the plot nor be described in lavish detail. Not every story is a romance and those sort of details aren’t everyone’s style or things they’re comfortable with. A sentence or two establishing relationships does not take away from the story.And how those relationships look and affections expressed will vary based on the characters, sexuality, etc.

Not every character needs to have a deep level of detail. 

“Katie and Lisa, a newly engaged couple, walked into the meeting.”

“Jack and Jamie are a married couple in their 40s.” 

“The two met in college. After two months of blissful courtship, they eloped, eager to start their happily ever afters. Twenty years together, they were still blissfully in love and never too far from one another.”

Sentences like the above are enough for some characters. You don’t always need to put in paragraphs worth of relationship-establishing details or plot. 

When it comes to the characters whose love you would like to highlight, at least a bit, you still don’t have to go over the top.

Use subtle details. 

“As soon as Talia’s back was turned, he gave her a longing look before shaking his head and getting back to the patient.”

“He squeezed her hand before taking hold of the stethoscope.”

“She kissed her wife goodbye before racing out the door.”

“You mean the world to me.” he had said, holding her face. Those words stayed with her all day, making her heavy load light as a sack of feathers.

“She soaked his shirt with her tears and he just held her tight, saying nothing, silently holding her together.”

As for Talia specifically…

Talia having the mindset you described, as love being frivolous and not a priority, is understandable knowing her background (I just don't agree with you as the creator using this as a means to keep her alone. Whether she’s romantically alone or without close friendships). She has lost so much, and continues to experience loss with patients. This can be extremely traumatizing. I gave some examples of being subtle, so perhaps that will help with the burden of feeling a thick subplot of romance doesn’t fit in your story. 

And as Talia doesn’t strike me as someone who would go looking for companionship, what if she stumbles upon it without trying? Is there someone on the medical team that can offer her friendship? Someone who admires her and feels the urge to care for her that she feels the same for, or has pushed feelings down for? What happens when she can’t hold those feelings down anymore?

Takeaway

Talia deserves healthy love, even if she doesn’t believe it or feel she has time for it. That love can come in any and many forms, not necessarily romantically required, although it is a plus. A struggle-ridden novel is balanced by love, support and rest for characters that hold the weight of the world. If you do not, evaluate why you want to write Black characters in these struggle roles without at least a social commentary. 

~Mod Colette

[herofics]

hello!! since your requests are open, i hope you dont mind me sending one in, but anyways ill get started anyways ad i got this idea while watching ta movie....

can you do Momo Yaoyorozu, Katsuki Bakugou and Ochako Uraraka with a S/O who has the same personality and quirk as Dr. Strange??

thank you and have a great day!!

I rewatched the first Doctor Strange movie like a week ago so I could write this, but I can’t remember shit. The quirk is like the whole conjuring of cosmic energy and using it to create weapons and shields or whatever and creating portals. I didn’t do the time powers since I feel like that was a bit too much. I did change this quite a bit since all you really gave me were character traits and not an actual situation to write about. I sort of used the story in the movie. UA is like equivalent to Kamar-Taj or whatever and the reader went there to train after they were in a car accident and their hands got messed up. This more like ends with them starting to date rather than them dating the whole time. Couldn’t come up with anything for Momo, but oh well

~Uraraka Ochaco~

•You had been accepted into UA just before you got into the car accident and your hands got messed up

•You’re family is like obscenely rich and your parents spent crazy amounts of money to try and get your hands fixed, but it wasn’t successful

•You still got to attend UA since your parents convinced the school that you would work hard to get better

•When you started in class 1-A you were very resentful and snarky towards everyone and you were super self-centered

•Uraraka was still very kind to you and you you didn’t even really notice you’d developed a crush on her

•She was your friend, even when you tried to push her away and isolate yourself

•You were in physical therapy along with your training in school, and you were starting to get pretty frustrated because you felt like it didn’t help

•But Uraraka urged you to keep going and you did eventually make a lot of progress

•When you did start getting better and also started to have a better handle on your quirk again, you felt bad about how you’d treated her

•Uraraka told you it was okay, and she knew you never really meant anything bad by it

•You asked her to go on a date with you eventually, and she said yes

~Bakugou Katsuki~

•You and Bakugou definitely did not get along, partly because you both were self centered brats at the start of the school year

•In a weird way he helped you make a lot of progress with your recovery though, since you wanted to keep one upping him all the time 

•He heard about what had happened to you like a month into the school year, and he felt just a tiny bit bad about how shitty he’d been towards you

•He wouldn’t apologize but he does start being a bit less shitty towards you

•Bakugou ended up asking you on a date, but he did it like very passive aggressively, like how else would he do it

•Aaanyway, you tell him you’d consider it since you weren’t really sure at first, but you weighed your pros and cons and agreed to go out with him

•It’s kinda hard to go on dates since UA is in a lockdown and especially your class isn’t allowed anywhere outside the school alone, but you figure it out

•It’d be pretty easy to sneak out with your quirk, but neither of you want to get in trouble with Aizawa so you never do that

[hanazuma-inactive]

Hello! This is kind of a long request and well- Hopefully you’re fine with doing temporary Body Swap. :>

So basically Bakugou and his Male S/O are pro heroes and when out on a mission, they both get hit by a villain who has a swap quirk. Basically, they just swapped bodies. (Y/n is in Bakugou’s body and Bakugou is in Y/n’s body, they basically just switched minds.) They are told by the other pro heroes that the two should go home and take the day off. Unfortunately, nobody knows how long the quirk effect will stay, but they were convinced it was only temporary. So the two go back to their shared apartment and the day goes on pretty normal- besides the fact that, you know, they’ve swapped bodies. Though later Y/n gets a bit of an idea. What if he were to f*ck Bakugou in this body? The thought seemed kinda strange at first since he would literally be f*cking his own body, but he couldn’t deny that the thought was turning him on. Especially wanting to see Bakugou’s reaction. So, he basically handcuffs Bakugou to prevent him from struggling and.. while in the middle of doing it, something happens.. Shit! Why did it have to happen now?? Y/n panics in his head as he realizes they just swapped bodies again, and he is now at the mercy of Bakugou Katsuki himself..

I actually sent a request kinda similar to this to someone else but it was a while ago and they haven’t responded so they may not have liked it, or it just didn’t arrive. And sorry for choosing Bakugou again, you just may be able to figure out who my favorite character is.. Sorry for my rambling.

If you don’t wanna do it, that’s fine. Anyways, have a good day/night, man!

in his shoes (nsfw) bakugou x reader

pronouns: he/him

warnings: body swapping during sex, bottom and top reader+bakugou, selfcest (?), degrading, bratty behavior, claimming and possesive themes, bondage (handcuffs)

a/n: i really like this concept and i will write it don't worry 😎👍 i usually write all of my requests anyways. im also sorry this took literally 5 years.

_____

katsuki bakugou and y/n bakugou. the two of you have been married for 2 years now after you guys started working as heroes. you both went to UA and graduated at the top of the class. neither of you had time for love or romance resulting in neither of you confessing you feelings for each other. gladly, things managed to work out in the end.

"he's on it again, i need the bakugous here right now."

hearing the police force requesting your assistance, you and your husband show up on the case. it turned out to be the villain that the two of you couldn't capture the last time during patrol. 

"HEH?! look y/n, it's this motherfucker again. what's up with this loser, coming back every time it's annoying." 

"play nice now katsuki, let's just go and restrain him and let the police take care of the rest."

the two of you move quickly to match the villain's rapid movements. katsuki flew around using his quirk to attempt to catch him but failed. the villain was surprisingly agile and you guys had a tough time trying to chase him down. 

after around half an hour of chasing you finally cornered the villain on top of a tall building in the middle of the city that was still in construction. the ground was hard to walk on and somewhat unstable but you managed to find your balance. 

"alright, give it up, you've got nowhere to run now. 

"what he said, stop resisting and i won't blow your face off."

the villain's expression turned to fear as you started to close up on him. out of panic, he used his quirk. it was a small beam that didn't hurt at all. however, after a few seconds your body started to heat up, you looked over to katsuki and you could tell he was feeling the same. what was happening?

seeing the two of you struggling, the villain quickly left the scene but he had trouble moving around due to his surroundings. his movements were also somewhat impaired due to fatigue. it was most likely the aftereffect of his quirk which was why he was pretty reluctant in using it. 

the strange feeling in your chest wouldn't go away and your vision started to blur. next thing you know you woke up on top of the same building to see yourself lying next to you. was his quirk duplication? no it couldn't have been. you tried to stand up but felt the weight of some heavy armor dragging you down. you look down to see yourself wearing katsuki's hero costume and his gauntlet. still in awe, you heard a groan in your own voice next to you. 

"shit… wtf happened, y/n where are you where-" 

it didn't take long for your husband to find out what happened. 

the two of you have switched bodies.

you both tried to explain to the police who's who but it only ended in confusion. you went home with your husband after they put the two of you on break for "damaged mental" from the villain because the majority of the police thought you guys were crazy. 

there weren't any cases similar to body switching between heros before so the doctor said there's nothing that can be done other than attempting to wait off the effect. so there you were, in your husband's body, cooking dinner for the man while you saw your own body lazily sitting on the couch with your legs spread open watching the tv. 

life went as normal for the next two days, since you two were both males there weren't any problems whatsoever. however, one day a thought flew into your mind while taking a nap with katsuki. since he was the one who would usually top, now that you're in his body wouldn't it technically mean you get to top? 

physically you would be using your boyfriend's body to fuck yourself. but the thought of the all mighty bakugou katsuki taking his own dick, his bratty attitude, and lastly breaking him and making him fall apart by your touch aroused you in an indescribable way. you knew katsuki wouldn't agree to this due to his prideful personality so you had to take other measures to carry out your plan. 

you and kastuki had all sorts of toys laying around and you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine with them. while he wasn't looking you grabbed the vibrator, handcuffs, and blindfolds and put them all on the nightstand. now that everything is in place, all you have to do is wait to catch katsuki off guard tonight when he gets tired.

later tonight, after finishing dinner, katsuki was yet again sitting casually again on the couch watching tv, not giving a single care to the world. 

"heyy katsuki!"

"hm? yah?" 

"come with me for a second? i want to show you something!" you said with a sly grin on your face

katsuki didn't care enough to talk back, neither did he think this could lead to the ill intentions you had with him tonight. following you into the bedroom, you gestured katsuki to sit down on the bed. he obeyed although he began to have a suspicion of what you're about to do. using your new body, you abused katsuki's strong muscle and speed to restrain your own body with the handcuffs you prepare. there was no way for katuski to fight back in this situation because your body was simply not built enough to resist his. 

"h-huh? what are you doing dumbass…if you're joking s-stop it now, it's not funny." 

"oh i am very serious katsuki, now that i'm inside your body. i am going to fuck your brains out. i'm gonna thrust that bratty attitude of yours right out the window." 

hearing you say that, your husband looked away to avert his eyes while you heard a small gulp coming from his throat. you could tell he was nervous and that's exactly what you wanted. katsuki has never bottomed in his life before and he does plan on doing so either. 

finally having katsuki in your grasp, you decided to carry on with your plan. you put on the blindfold for him as he jolted in surprise. katsuki tried to get out of the handcuffs but later found his attempt futile. these were the toys he used for you too and he out of everyone should know it's impossible to get out of them. once your husband stopped moving you gentlt took off his pants, leaving him exposed wearing only your boxers with an erection under it.

"aww katsuki~ already hard and i haven't even done anything yet, maybe you're better off being the bottom hm?" you teased 

"s-shut up you shit head, just get on with it, whatever evil plan you have in store for tonight…"

"no need to rush katsuki" you said as you entered his asshole with 2 of your fingers, loosening him up for the vibrator. 

"we have the entire night."

you heard your own voice whimper as you explored more with your fingers. soon enough it was time to put the other toy in. your fingers left for a bit preparing the vibrator, leaving bakugou panting from the pleasure and clenching his hole around well, nothing. you turned on the vibrator and katsuki immediately noticed the familiar sound of what's in your hands. 

"o-oi y/n, don't put it in here, i-i won't be able to take it." 

"oh i'm sure you can~ you made me do it plenty of times, why can't the big and strong bakugou katsuki do it?"

without mercy, you put in the vibrator quickly and let the show play out. katsuki was moaning and groaning while you stroked your own cock enjoying the view. katuski's cock was bigger than yours and you weren't used to jacking off such a big dick but it was a nice first.

seeing a wet spot forming on katsuki's underwear, you knew he was ready to go. you took off katsuki's underwear to see the precum leaking from it, so much it looked like he was about to cum any second now. next, you took out the vibrator and started to spread some lube on your cock. you positioned yourself on top of the katsuki and teased his pink hole with your huge cock. 

"what do good boys say katsuki~?" 

"tch! i'm not saying it, y-you sadistic fuck."

you slapped katsuki's ass so loud that the neighbors probably could've heard you.

"i'm the one in control right now, you listen to what i say, understood?"

"f-fine, jesus christ! p-please y/n, put it inside me…" 

"that's a good boy…" 

after you fit ¾ of your cock in katsuki was already panting heavily trying to catch his breath. it reached his prostate you leaned down on his chest to bite on his nipples to make him feel even better. his hole clenched on your hole so tight you were barely able to move your cock around. you continued to make thrusts and sped them up each time. 

during your thrusts you suddenly felt the weird feeling when fighting the villain again. both you and bakugou's body started to burn up but it wasn't as painful as it was last time. next thing you know everything was pitch black. you felt a piece of black cloth on top of your eyes and a familiar size inside your ass. it didn't take you long to realize that you and bakugou finally switched back. 

you were glad to be back in your own body but why did it have to happen now?! out of all the times it could've happened this was no doubt the worst possible timing. you just teased the crap out of bakugou and now that he's in control again he can take his revenge right here, right now.

"oh? would you look at that…our bodies switched back…" you couldn't see katsuki say this but you could already tell the evil smile on his face. 

"k-katsuki i'm sorry, i didn't mean to tease you that hard i was just trying to have some fun y-y'know." you desperately tried to explain. 

"too late now baby boy… bad boys get punished for what they did. now… get ready, for the night of your fucking life." 

regret, nothing but regret. bakugou was already an aggressive person when it comes to sex, now that you pissed him off even more you weren't prepared for what he was about to do to you. 

without warning, katsuki pulled back his hips and thrusted into you harder than ever. you took his entire length right away and the full feeling in your ass was too overwhelming for you to handle. you started to blabber nonsense, unable to form words due to the pleasure. 

"c'mon baby… gotta speak up if you want me to understand you." bakugou said knowing damn well you can't talk back. 

incoherent moans and groans escaped from your mouth as you felt dry orgasms again and again from katsuki reaching your prostate. you were on the verge of passing out till you saw your husband's panting just as hard as you. you could tell he was very close as well. you tried your best to stay conscious and cum with your husbands. 

katsuki let out a loud moan as he cummed inside you. you reached your orgasm too cumming all over yourself. katsuki licked up the cum on your stomach as you slipped into sweet unconsciousness. he gave you a warm smile and patted your head as he took you into his arms and fell asleep with you.