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Let Us Help You (An Eddie, Volt, & Endometriosis-having Reader fic)

So, I got into Date Everything recently and even played it on my Twitch. After watching someone play through Eddie & Volt's route, I felt like making a fic with the Skelly Special. The Skelly Special? Making fictional characters witness endometriosis.

Also, if you suspect you have endometriosis/know someone who might, please consult a medical professional, ideally one who specializes in endometriosis. They can help you better than some Vtuber on the internet writing fanfiction.

Spoilers for Eddie and Volt's route!!

Warnings: Menstruation talk, description of genitalia (specifically the vulva and vagina), a good amount of blood, accidental autism coding because I don't know how to write non-autists, medical misogyny (even if the reader is gender neutral they have a uterus so this applies by technicality), and for a lack of better words; having two people assist in changing menstrual products. I promise that it won't be horny, just weirdly suggestive because I think it's in character for Volt.

Word Count: 2.5K

It’s that time again. The time where you need to change out menstrual products twice as often as the average person due to your profuse amount of bleeding, take a strong enough painkiller so you can pretend your uterus is not trying to kill you, and go slightly insane over a weird craving that happens sometimes. That, and pray that you don’t have to call an ambulance so you can get an emergency blood transfusion. Again.

After putting in the first of possibly four menstrual cups you’ll have to put in for the day, you carefully stepped down the stairs to go to the kitchen, holding onto the railing for dear life. You needed something to consume before taking your painkillers, not doing so is a hot ticket to puke town. However, the thing you were craving enough to drive you crazy was just whipped cream. Whipped cream in a bowl. Just gonna hope that you actually have whipped cream.

Using your dateviators, you beamed the fridge to summon Freddy. When he looked down at you, he seemed to already know what was going on. “Need something quick to eat, cool kid?”

“Any whipped cream?” you groaned, arm wrapped around your stomach.

Freddy reached into his coat, procuring a can of it, “Yes I do! But I think you should at LEAST have something else too. Something with… density?”

Taking the can, you placed it down before grabbing a bowl, “I got some crackers to go with them. Combination of salty and sweet.” You grabbed a box of crackers from the cabinet, placing them on the counter as you shook the can of whipped cream.

“Well, if you say so.” Freddy walked off, procuring something from his coat to place on the table. It was a glass of water, of course. You walked to the table to set down the bowl, grabbing a spoon on your way. Once you ate all the whipped cream, you some of the crackers into the bowl, eating those too.

Once you ate, you grabbed a long orange pill bottle full of very large pills. Those were your painkillers, meant to last around eight or so hours. Ibuprofen could only go so far, after that one incident when Sam had to call an ambulance for you during a night out is burned into your head. Gulping down the rest of the water after putting the pill in your mouth, you took some time to prepare for the rest of the day.

You talked to more of the dateables; Telly, bearing Jean Loo rapping as you changed your menstrual cup in the afternoon, even going to inform Washford that him and Drysdale might need to clean bloody clothes again. Just anything, anything, to keep your mind occupied. In due time, night fell, and you were on your last charge.

Eventually, you went to the Breaker Box. You recently helped Eddie and Volt with their faulty wire, about a few days ago. Even though both of them say that they’re fine, you still wanted to check on the two regardless. But the roles might be reversed this time, given the look Volt gave you the moment you entered the bar.

“Live wire, are you feeling well?” Volt walked up to you, observing with his light eyes, “Your skin is looking rather pale, and a moment from passing out.”

You shook your hands in front of yourself, “I’m fine! This is normal for me on my period, at least it’s not to the point of calling my friend to take me to the hospital or anything for a blood transfusion!”

A hand snaked itself around your waist, and the voice of Eddie rang in your ears, “You’re worse than me at this, for amps sake. If we have to, we will drag you to your room and make you rest.”

Unfortunately, you doubled down to the two, “I promised to help the two of y’all with the wiring every night! I can’t skip a day becaus- MMF!” a shot of pain straight from your uterus led you to fold into yourself, and falling forward. Volt caught you in his arms, his supple pectorals cushioning your face.

Volt clicked his tongue, “And you almost fell to the floor. Eddie, should we keep them here?”

Eddie grunted, wrapping his arms across your back and under your knees, hoisting you up, “Based on what just happened, it’s best that we keep Y/N here.”

Placing a hand on Eddie’s chest, you tried to wriggle out of his arms, “Seriously, I’m gonna be fine. I’ve had this condition for what, over a decade now? I know how to take care of myself.” That, and you needed to change your menstrual cup and didn’t want the embarassment of them seeing the bloodbath. “Can I at least use the bathroom first? Alone?”

Volt puffed out his cheeks, squinting at you. Eddie just shook his head, in that not mad but disappointed energy that you’d expect from your own parents. “Fine. But if we hear you falling, I’m opening the door immediately. I’m still carrying you there, though.”

So you ended up just letting Eddie carry you to the bathroom. When he set you down, you ended up realizing how wobbly you were, god damn anemia ruining your day.

“Fucking hell,” you hissed, “why does my anemia have to start setting in right now?”

Eddie placed his hands on your shoulders, “Are you sure that you can be by your own?”

A blush creeped itself up your cheeks. Does Eddie realize what he’s going to see? You might be in a relationship with him and Volt, but you think it’s way too early to have either of them see your vulva in its bloodiest state. Do they even know what menstrual products are? Would they be disgusted?

“Are you worried, live wire? Rest assured, we will take good care of you,” Volt appeared, kneeling in front of you, “Eddie and I may not know what exactly is happening with your body,” he took your left hand in his, planting a kiss on your palm, “but you helped us, saved us. Wouldn’t it be cruel if we don’t help you back?”

Sighing in defeat, you relented, “Alright, I’ll let you two help. Just… at least wear some disposable gloves. It’s going to be… extremely bloody.”

Letting the two assist you to the toilet seat, you grabbed a drawstring bag from your pocket. Undoing the string, you took out a black menstrual cup and placed it on top of the bag. Eddie raised an eyebrow, “What’s that for? It looks like a silicone funnel.”

“A menstrual cup,” you explained, “it’s not a funnel, or else it wouldn’t be useful for my purposes. The stem is for ease of taking it out, and the cup is to contain the blood. It’s meant to last twelve hours before needing to remove it.”

Eddie nodded, turning to Volt. “I’ll go grab some gloves. Once I get back, you can tell us what we need to do.”

It didn’t take long for Eddie to leave and come back with two pairs of black nitrile gloves. He gave one pair to Volt, and they both put the gloves on.

“Ready, livewire?” Volt asked, cocking his head.

You nodded, “I’ll have to lift up the seat and pull my pants down, but yeah.” Cautiously, you gripped the counter as you lifted the lid of the toilet, pulling down your sweatpants as you sat back down.

“So, we just need to take out one thing and replace it with another? Sounds simple enough.” Eddie knelt down in front of you, Volt moving to your left side. “Where do I need to go?”

Pausing, you covered your face with your hands to hopefully hide your blush, “It’s… you have to stick your fingers inside me in order to get it. The one I’m wearing has a ring on the stem that you can grab.”

Another hand placed itself on your thigh, pulling it toward the location of Volt, “Don’t worry, live wire. I can keep you… distracted as Eddie works his magic.”

Making a gap with your fingers to see Eddie, you nodded; a silent confirmation to proceed. He nods back, using his right arm to hold your leg and his left to… ‘assist.’ Going down from the hair on your pelvic mound, he lightly pushed on your vulva with a finger, “In here?”

“Yeah.”

“Well then,” Eddie placed his right hand on your stomach, tilting your pelvis for easier access, “say something if you get any pain.” He then positioned his finger in between the lips of the vulva, pushing it inside. Since you expected it, you didn’t jerk or make a peep. When he felt the cup, he hooked his finger around the ring. “I think I got it. Ready?” Eddie waited for you to nod again, and he slowly pulled out the cup.

Once it was out, Eddie investigated the contents. Volt leaned in to investigate as well, “Oh dear,” he winced, “that looks to be what? Two ounces of blood?”

“My flow tends to be quite heavy. There’s probably a chunk or two of uterine lining too. Just pour the contents into the toilet bowl and clean it with water, I’ll sanitize it later.” you explained, grabbing the other menstrual cup. Both cups were rather large, but the black one had a stem and the pink with the ring.

Eddie got up from his kneeling position once he dumped the contents, going to the sink to wash off the excess blood. You could feel some of your menstrual blood coming fresh from the pussy falling into the toilet bowl, but at this point you lost any fucks to give.

Grabbing the black cup, Eddie went back to his earlier position, investigating the thick silicone. “How do you put this in? I don’t think it involves shoving it inside you.” he asked.

“Oh yeah, you fold it, give it here and I’ll show how,” Eddie gave the cup to you, and you pinched the sides together, making a taco-like shape with the fold, “You have to make sure it’s unfolded when inside, usually you gotta feel around for any folds and unfold them.”

You handed the folded up cup back to Eddie, who nodded. More confident now, he pried open your vulva with one hand, pushing your menstrual cup in with another. Volt rubbed circles into your thigh, slight tingles appearing where his fingers went. After a bit of prodding from Eddie’s end, he grabbed some of the toilet paper, wiping off the blood that seeped out of the vaginal canal, along with the blood that went past the cup.

“Alright, it’s over now.” Eddie took off his gloves once putting the toilet paper in the toilet, putting them in a trash bin nearby. Volt helped to hoist you up, and to help put your underwear and pants back on you before also throwing away his gloves.

“Well, Eddie,” Volt looked over to Eddie, “let’s situate our little live wire at their own table. I doubt that they can do much in regards to maintenance right now.”

You rolled your eyes, “You remind me of the bartender I used to work with back in college right now, Volt.”

Eddie cocked his head, hands on his hips, “You worked at a bar, Y/N?”

“I’ll explain once we’re not in a bathroom.” Grabbing the used menstrual cup and placing it in the drawstring bag, you let Volt carry you to one of the VIP tables. When he set you down, he and Eddie grabbed seats as well.

“So, you worked at a bar during college?” Volt asked.

You nodded, “College town. I started off as a barback. The bartender taught me a lot about making cocktails; what alcohols go together, what flavors should never be combined, and how to crush up ice real good. His wife also has my condition, so he knew what I was going through. I remember that he forced me to take time off during the first few days of my period.”

“And what is your condition called?”

“Endometriosis. Basically, my uterine lining appears outside the uterus and on other organs. It fucks with fertility, so chances of me carrying a fetus to term would be pretty low. Despite there being a chance, I’d like to not bring someone into the world that will suffer like I do.” you explained.

The way Volt looked at you, it felt like you broke his heart. “How…” Volt paused, contemplating before continuing his question, “How far does it go? The lining?”

You pointed to your head, “Oh, it can go up to the brain. And fuse organs together. I tried to get a hysterectomy some time back, but my gynecologist said that they wouldn’t go with it unless I’m like, married and have kids.”

“Oh, our poor little spark,” Volt lamented, “I can’t believe that someone would force you to suffer for so long. Who are they?”

“Volt,” Eddie warned, “I don’t think it’s a good idea to electrocute someone.”

You nodded, “Yeah, I agree. I no longer go to that gynecologist anymore… or any, for that matter. That experience turned me away from going to one ever since. Probably a bad idea, but I’m not gonna bother with trying to find a new practice until my current job situation is resolved.”

“Anyway,” you grabbed your phone, “I’m gonna go sit here until the club’s closed. Don’t worry about me, I’ll keep myself planted here.”

The two nodded, and left you at the table to open the club.

♦♦♦

Eventually, the club closed, and everyone left. Except for you, since you were passed out. Head resting on the table, eyes shut, and dateviators awkwardly skewed.

Eddie looked over at your sleeping figure, chuckling to himself. He gently lifted your head from the table, lifting you into his arms. You didn’t even stir from your slumber.

“Exhausted, huh? Guess we can do the daily maintenance together some other time.” Eddie muttered to himself, looking over at Volt.

“Is our live wire asleep?” Volt whispered to Eddie.

“Yeah,” Eddie whispered back, “I’m gonna take them to their bedroom.”

It took no words for Volt to follow Eddie out the Breaker Box and into your room, helping his counterpart situate you on the bed. Volt made sure to take the bag with the menstrual cup out of your pocket, placing it on the nightstand.

Eddie knelt over your sleeping form, kissing your forehead before removing the dateviators off you, placing them next to the bag on the nightstand. The two then left your room, letting you slumber away.

(I am full of regret)

[brooklyn-duo]

Bucky is quiet as they walk, trying not to think too hard on what he was heading into because before he saw any of the fighting over in Europe he had to get through basic training. He thinks back on the last week and a half, and he finds himself increasingly grateful the more he realizes how much Steve gave him in that time. He gave Bucky everything that he could have possibly asked for and then even more than that. He had never known what it would be like to love someone like this, or be loved like this, and even as scared as he was about the future he was glad for the heap of memories that they’d shared that would give him some comfort during the worst of it. He can’t help but steal glances at Steve as often as he can, smiling absently at the way he carried one of his cases as if he was the one heading off to war.

At the station, he looks down at Steve and nods, swallowing the lump in his throat, “would ya? I wrote her a letter earlier this week letting her know I was heading to boot camp but i ain’t had a chance to check in on her with work and everything,” he admits, hoping that she would be okay when he was gone.

He waits awhile, delaying the last moments until just before it’s finally time to board the bus and he doesn’t hesitate before hugging Steve tightly. It would be seen as a brotherly hug or something and he didn’t care, he just hugs him one last time and whispers softly, “thank you Stevie..for everything.” Then, before he can really process it, he’s on the bus and looking out the window to Steve, ignoring the sting of tears in his eyes as the bus pulls out and away from where the blonde stood on the sidewalk.

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The weeks pass impossibly slow but faster than Bucky expects at the same time, he can’t keep track of the months that go by as he completes basic training and then the specialized sniper training through the winter, into the spring. He wrote Steve as much as he could, even though it wasn’t as often as he would’ve liked, and made sure to keep things discreet in the letters in case they were ever misdirected and mailed to the wrong person. He was worried that after being assigned to the 107th and given the rank of Sergeant that he would immediately be sent overseas to where the fighting was in Europe. He couldn’t believe his luck when he received a few days leave to go back to New York before shipping out with his unit, and he doesn’t dare question it but makes arrangements immediately, deciding to surprise Steve since there’d be no time for a letter to be delivered anyways.

When he gets back to the city, the first place he checks is the apartment but when he finds it empty, he goes to check the usual places like the movie theater and where Steve’s art classes were, at least where they had been even though Bucky isn’t sure if he’s still taking those classes. But on his way to the theater, he hears a raucous in the alley and can’t help but look in only to see someone hitting Steve. His blood boils at seeing someone so much bigger beat someone smaller, and it only infuriates him even more knowing it was his Stevie.

He yanks the stranger away from where he stood over Steve’s body after knocking him down, shoving him back and getting between him and Steve, “Pick on someone your own size,” he snapped, sizing him up and smirking a bit when he does actually try to swing on him. It doesn’t take much to kick his ass, literally, out of the alleyway and Bucky watches him stumble away for a moment before turning back to where Steve was already standing and dusting himself off.

“Sometimes I think you like getting punched,” he says dryly, bending down to pick up something Steve had dropped in the fight, a folded piece of paper, groaning lightly as he read over the rejection, “How many times is this Stevie, you’re from Jersey now?”

Bucky cherishes these last few minutes, and it takes everything in him to finally pry his own arms from around Steve, “I better get dressed..” he mumbles softly, even if he looks like he hates himself for setting Steve on the bed so he could stand. He goes to his wallet, taking out the last handful of bucks he had from his last shift and puts it on the dresser for Steve before getting his draft letter from the drawer it had been sitting in since he got it 10 days ago. He shoves it in his wallet a bit angrily, hating that stupid letter even if it was the reason he finally confessed to Steve because now it was the exact thing taking him away from Steve.

Once they’re dressed, and once he’s got everything he needed, he kisses Steve one last time before they had to leave their apartment. It’s tender, and he couldn’t help the longing he felt, “I love you Steve Rogers, every bit of you, even that punk ass personality of yours,” he says with a weak smile, hoping to lift his spirits even just a bit so that it wasn’t so hard to walk out the door.

[cripplecharacters]

does it make sense for someone who relies very heavily on lens correction for vision to remove them in a fistfight? i assume you don't want glass in your eyes but it seems impractical

Hello,

This may just be me, but I personally wouldn't. With modern eyeglasses, usually they're made of some non-glass material that will crack but won't shatter, both for safety and because this material is lighter than glass. Don't get me wrong, getting hit in the face while wearing my glasses was definitely an unpleasant experience, but I'd rather risk that than try to survive a fight with only my 20/200 vision to get me through it. It would definitely put me at far more of a disadvantage than keeping them on would

It's probably going to depend on what their vision is like without the glasses. Vision is extremely important, sometimes even crucial, in a fight, and if they rely on their glasses to get useful visual information then taking them off means losing a very important tool. Blind fighting is possible but it's not easy, especially if you haven't practiced and are used to being able to see.

They also just might not have time to spare. Taking off the glasses will take precious seconds and then you have to figure out what to do with them, either tuck them away somewhere or throw them, and that gives their opponent time to start the fight without them being ready.

But it does depend. When consulting similar questions in martial arts, MMA, and self-defense forums, answers were mixed. Some would not even if they had the time, some would if given the chance but wouldn't worry about it too much if there wasn't time, and some would make time and risk taking a hit to take off their glasses. There's no one answer here.

Mod Aaron

Hello!

When I was playing hockey and boxing, I'd always remove my glasses even though it made my vision much worse. I got hit in the face while wearing my glasses during a scuffle on the ice one time and it was Not Fun.

In these kinds of situationsn (i.e. Sports), being able to see well was less of a concern since I didn't need details -- the main priority was tracking things that were moving. The hardest part for me was keeping track of the puck in hockey but since it's black material on white ice, it wasn't too bad.

The glass wasn't as much of a concern for me as the risk of my glasses breaking in general as well as how uncomfortable it is to be hit in the face with glasses on (specifically because of the frames).

It really depends on the context of the fight, I'd say. In a controlled environment, there are generally regulations in place around hits to the face and more often than not, your opponent isn't looking to do serious damage so leaving the glasses on is less of a risk.

This isn't the case in a good old duke-it-out-in-a-Wendy's-parking-lot brawl. In that case, they'd probably want to remove their glasses even if they usually wouldn't.

Overall, I think it's just a personal preference thing.

If they do keep them on during a fight, having one of those straps to keep them from going flying/getting damaged might be smart.

Cheers,

~ Mod Icarus

[non-lo-so0]

Dont make me open your mouth-Yandere Nam-gyu x reader

Warnings:violence of various kinds,reader is forced to ingest blood.

(I'll start by saying that I had another account where I wrote things, but this is the first time i try to write something with such violent themes, so sorry if it's not the best. And btw english isn't even my native language)

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You used to think the games were the worst part...getting shot at for not being able to stand still,getting shot if someone on your team failed to complete their task,risking being killed if you didn't obey the guards...but you were wrong. You hadn't seen the worst part yet, and who would have ever said that it would be offered to you by the ones who like you were risking their lives?

After each round, the survivors got to vote. Stay, or go. A blue circle meant stay. A red X meant leave. You chose the circle,not because you wanted to, but because something about going home felt worse. You didn’t know what waited for you out there anymore. At least here, the rules made sense,and the prize would have practically solved every problem in your life. Or at least,these were the convincing words of Thanos.

In fact,you had also made a sort of group of friends, even though you were well aware that they would probably kill you without hesitationt to survive, but since the situation they were in you didn't really blame them for that.

Still,it was something. Temporary comfort in a place built to tear you apart. There was Se-mi,who kept cracking jokes like humor could hold her together. Minsu,who barely spoke, but always kept an eye on the room. Thanos who was...reckless,practically always high and by extension dangerous to others,but he was always stickily by your side. And then… there was Namgyu,you could see him glare at you every single time Thanos got too close to you.

He wasn’t loud or dramatic like the others. He didn’t talk much, but when he did, it was quiet and sharp,like he only spoke when he absolutely had to. At first, you thought he was the safest one in the group. The calmest. The most rational.

You were wrong.

In the night after taking part in the Mingle game,the lights went out as always,but you quite couldn't sleep because you were thinking about how apparently Thanos had died in the bathrooms today, in a fight between the two factions.

You knew you weren't the most empathetic person for thinking this,but he was generally nice to you,sure...maybe he flirted a little too much sometimes, but he never tried to hurt you. So you were very sorry about him.

But your thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a scream,followed by a general uproar. The two factions were killing each other again,and you absolutely wanted to stay out of the conflict.

You didn’t move at first. You were frozen, crouched behind the corner of a bunk,too afraid to breathe. You later found the courage to get off your bed,knowing that if someone attacked you there it would be certain death.

Until you saw him,Namgyu.

In the general mess he stepped out from the dark like it was nothing. His face calm. His green uniform stained dark;chest,arms,even his jawline streaked with red. In his hand,a bloodied fork.

You felt the panic crawl up your throat instantly. You remembered hearing Minsu’s scream earlier. Se-mi’s name being called and no one answering. Thanos,stabbed in the boys’ bathroom, someone had said. Now there was no one left from your little group.

Just you.

Just Namgyu.

He was looking at you now. Not saying anything. Just watching you,like you were some interesting puzzle piece he hadn’t figured out yet.

You instinctively started to step back,if he had killed Se-mi,he would probably have done the same to you and you knew it. Your body had gone cold all over.

“Namgyu,” you whispered. “Please,i didn’t vote to leave”

He didn’t blink.

“I know" he said quietly.

You wanted to cry. But you didn’t. Not yet.

“I did everything right” you said, voice trembling. “I voted to stay just like you and Thanos asked me to,so...”

He tilted his head slightly,the way someone would when they’re trying to decide whether or not to crush a bug. He steps forward. Slowly. The fork dangled loosely in his fingers.

“There’s no ‘right’ anymore” he says.

The words sink deep. You feel them more than you hear them. He stops just short of you,close, but not touching. You don’t move. You can’t.

He lifts the fork slightly. There’s blood along the edge of the metal.

“I’ve been watching you” he said, almost casually. “From the start. You’re quiet. You think before you act.”

He took a step forward. You flinched.

“You’re scared right now" he added. “But you’re not running. You know better.”

Namgyu raised the fork. His gaze didn’t leave yours.

You shook your head instinctively,you couldn't step back any further, you were practically leaning against the wall. “Please,i'll do whatever you want but…”

“I’m not going to hurt ya” he said.

And somehow,that scared you more. Because it sounded true. Like he meant it. Like he didn’t see this as hurting you at all.

He took another step,until he was close enough that you could see the semi dry blood in the creases of his knuckles.

Then the fork was at your lips.

You turned your face slightly. Reflex.

His other hand reached up and "gently",turned your chin back toward him.

“Don’t do that” he said softly,he was clearly high. “Come on don't make this difficult.”

“I don’t understand what this is,i...” you stammered.

He looked at you for a long moment. The kind of look that makes your stomach twist. He was calm. But behind it,you could feel something waiting. Tight,quiet tension. Coiled like a wire.

“You don’t have to understand” he said. “Just open your mouth.”

You hesitated. Every part of your body screamed no. Your jaw locked shut. But he was patient. Still watching you like he had all the time in the world.

“Don’t make me repeat myself again.”

You knew what he wanted to do. And you were fucking disgusted,so you were shaking your head,with a few tears starting to fall.

"Aww, does this disgust you sweetheart? But i thought you said you would do anything I wanted..."

He teased you as he just kept tracing your bottom lip with the tip of the bloody fork.

"But if you don't want to do it yourself,I always have my ways..."

You were crying now. Silent tears slipping down your cheeks as you opened your mouth. Just barely.

“Wider.”

You did.

The fork entered slowly. You felt it press against your tongue. Cold. Metallic. Tainted.

The taste was sharp,metallic. Sour and wrong. You gagged, eyes squeezing shut.

“Keep it in” he warned,hinting at a quite creepy smile.

You were shaking. Your legs were barely holding you up. The panic in your chest was so loud it drowned out everything else. You were TOTALLY disgusted and scared. You instinctively turned your head to the side,the fork slipped from your mouth. It didn’t fall. He still held it. You gasped, bent forward slightly, hand against the wall to steady yourself.

He didn’t yell. He didn’t strike. He just… looked at you. Like he was disappointed.

“Ugh...you were doing so well” he murmured,with the same tone of a child throwing a tantrum.

“I’m sorry,just don’t make me do it again,it's disgusting...” You say trying to play along: you understood that he had snapped,and you had to act accordingly.

“You said you’d do anything.”

He raised the fork again. This time, he pressed the side of it to your cheek. The blood was sticky now, half-dried.

“You meant that,didn’t you?”

Your breath hitched. You didn’t answer.

He was starting to get irritated,but he was more amused at how scared you looked,at how you were crying so easily.

"Sweetheart..look at you,you're such a mess,are you really crying and getting that upset over a little bloody fork? You have such a weak stomach."

He chuckled softly, and he grabbed your face again,holding it tightly so you didn't move this time,keeping your face still facing him.

You looked into his eyes and saw nothing familiar in them anymore. Not the quiet guy you shared a meal with once. Not the one who helped you by grabbing your arm when you were about to fall at the "red light" pronounced by the doll. Just something cold. Watching. Calculating.

And while you were reflecting,he deliberately shoved the bloody fork back into your mouth,holding your face firmly so you couldn't turn away again.

"There we are. See,wasn't that hard,was it sweetheart? All it took was a little bit of force and you're finally cooperating,maybe I should have just done that from the beginning."

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Had a dream about this and here we are.

[laura1633]

AO3 is down and I am away from tomorrow for a week so for now here is a silly little thing that I was playing around with today (not quite fully formed and quite cutesy!) Alpha Max but not the stereotypical alpha characterisation :)

Omegaverse; 1245 words; Alpha Max and Omega Charles.

Charles is midway through dinner with friends when he gets a text from Max . He makes the mistake of telling everyone around the table that his alpha has just gone into rut and ends up leaving  to a chorus of raucous laughter and slaps on the back telling him to go and enjoy himself. It doesn’t help that he knocks a tray of drinks out of a waiter’s hands in his haste to leave and get to Max.

The omega is hit with an overpowering scent the second he gets the front door to his apartment open. Max clearly wasn’t lying when he said his rut had hit him unexpectedly and with full force. The whole place smells rich and thick, like hot rubber and burning brakes. Its so strong that Charles can’t even pick up on his own scent once he is inside. It’s like he is completely wrapped up in the notes of Max’s rut.

“Charles? Is that you?” Max’s voice Is rough and husky as it filters through from the bedroom. Charles suspects the alpha may have already worn his voice out from the desperate groaning sounds he sometimes makes when he’s left alone. 

“I’m here,” Charles purrs happily, the sound of his own excitement vibrating from somewhere deep within his chest.

Charles has been with multiple other alphas before. They all had their own little quirks and preferences during their ruts. One alpha only liked penetrative sex and could not stand the thought of oral. Another preferred Charles to be on top for the whole thing because his rut made him tired. Another honestly didn’t care what they got up to as long they were fucking. Charles was happy to oblige each time, as long as said alphas were also fulfilling his needs during his heats. Which they did, for the most part.

Max’s preferences during rut are a little different. 

“Charles!” Max whines as he comes to stand in the bedroom doorway and tries to see what is taking Charles so long to come to him. Charles can’t help but giggle, Max’s hair is scruffed up every which way and his cheeks are bright pink. He’s also wearing one of Charles’ old Ferrari hoodies. There is no better word for it, he looks adorable. A far cry from the feral alpha in rut image that people conjure up in their minds. 

“I’m here now,” Charles coos as he makes his way over and slips his arms around Max’s waist so that he can pull the alpha in for a kiss. Max melts happily up against him, the alpha parting his lips and then moaning happily around Charles’ tongue when it slips into his mouth. 

When they pull apart Charles peers over Max’s shoulder and suppresses a laugh at the attempt of a nest on the bed. It’s all wrong, not that Charles is going to tell Max that, Max is still very much in the learning stages when it comes to trying to make a nest for himself. 

“I tried but it doesn’t feel the same,” Max mumbles, clearly noticing the way Charles’ gaze if flittering between all the pillows and blankets lying haphazardly about the place.

“It looks good,’ Charles praises. It’s a small lie but it’s worth it to see the pleased expression on Max’s face, “We just need to make some very small changes once we’re in it.”

Max clambers into the nest and pulls Charles down into it with him. The omega manages to quickly rearrange things as much as possible without making it too obvious what he is doing. It’s good to get the positioning of nesting materials right though, especially as Charles knows full well that once Max gets him in the nest they are going to be there for quite some time. 

“Are you not warm in that?” Charles nods towards the fleece lined hooded top Max has on. The alpha looks overheated but at the mere suggestion of taking the top off he gets all pouty. 

“I was just checking,” Charles grins in amusement as he slips off his own top, “I thought you might want some skin to skin contact.” 

Charles can practically see the cogs in Max’s brain working overtime as the alpha tries to work out what he wants more - to be wrapped up in Charles hoodie which is drowning in omega scent or be pressed skin to skin. 

“Its a little hot,” Max agrees as he starts wiggling out the top and then immediately curls himself around Charles and tangles their bodies together. 

“Does that feel better?” Charles asks as he strokes his hands up Max’s side, smiling to himself as he hears Max rumbling happily next to him. 

The most startling revelation about Max is that he has zero desire for sex during a rut. Its the last thing on his mind. Charles realises now that the first few of Max’s ruts that they had spent together were miserable for the alpha, he had pretended to be into all the things he was meant to be in to but it had left him tired, grouchy and oversensitive. In reality Max in rut needs soft touches and gentle praises.

Max buries his face into Charles’ neck and takes some long slow inhales. 

“Thank you for coming home,” Max mumbles, his breath warm against Charles’ skin, his words muffled, “I was going to wait it out but you - 

“I said to always call me straight away,” Charles finishes when Max trails off, “You did good.” 

The rumbling sound intensifies as Max clambers on top of Charles and collapses down on top of him. The alpha is hard, his erection pushed against Charles’ body. Unfortunately Charles knows he can’t touch. Max is likely already oversensitive. The alpha will come during his rut, in fact he’s likely to come multiple times, none of those times will be as a result of Charles’ touch though. The alpha’s cock is completely off limits. Even the friction as he wiggles on top of Charles’ body is stating to make him whine. 

He’ll most likely orgasm in his sleep, his cock jerking as it spurts strings of come over his body and knots at the base. Sometimes Max will wake during it and his eyes will go wide and his breath will rattle out of him as he experiences the tail end of his orgasm but sometimes he’ll sleep right through it.

“You want to watch a film? Take your mind off things” Charles strokes his hand through Max’s hair, curling the strands around his fingers and scratching against the alpha’s scalp. 

Max makes a non committal noise and snuggles in further. He’s a rather tactile alpha normally but in rut he’s particularly clingy. Now that Charles is close, Max won’t to let the omega out of his sight for too long. Its why Charles loves Max’s ruts so much, they get to hunker down together in the nest, eat too many snacks, watch lots of bad television and gossip endlessly about everyone and everything. During his rut Max not be a wild animalistic alpha pinning Charles to the bed and knotting him over and over, that is saved for post rut where Max really does get horny, but for now the alpha is just happy to be cuddled and held and have Charles softly tell him how special he is. And he really is special, Charles has never met another alpha quite like him.

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

(little do you know, he’ll call you mrs. b for nearly six months, even when he stays with you and mat. the day he finally breaks the habit and calls you by your name, you nearly cheer)

He stays with them 🥹🥹🥹🥹

yesss!! my little, tiniest, babiest shayla 🥺🤏🏻 i’m protecting him with my life!!

but anyway, i’ve been talking about this with @youunravelme and dying over the cute, so have thoughts!! (and please ignore that it doesn’t fit with some of the fics i’ve already written, we’ve established that i can’t outline to save my life 😭)

anyway, mat is obviously around dev camp and getting to know the rookies, so you do too. and you have a soft spot for matthew schaefer - he’s so polite and sweet and chatty and mature beyond his years

mat loved living with the seidenbergs when he was a rookie and now he feels like it’s the time for him to step up more too with taking on leadership and mentorship roles, so during the summer you have a discussion about housing the rookies that make the team out of camp

talia’s going to be 16-17 months old by the time september rolls around and you’re feeling good, plus you love the idea of mat being a mentor to the kids and so you’re on board with whatever he wants to do

at the end of the day, schaefs is the only one to make the team out of camp that doesn’t have a place to live or wants to live in his own apartment - he’s only 17, turning 18 at the beginning of september, so he loves the idea of living with you guys and his dad and brother are also happy to know that he won’t be living alone

you have everyone over for a weekend, to get adjusted and to get to know each other and you definitely end up absorbing the schaefers into the family too - talia loves the attention and loves having more people around to chat with and play with her

i think he ends up living with you and mat do a year or two, adjusting to the big leagues and long island. by the time he leaves, he’s part of your family, like an extra kid, and he knows he can come and go from the house as he pleases

he gets set up in the basement, giving him a little extra privacy and the ability to come and go as he pleases, but usually matt is hanging out with you guys in the den and kitchen - he helps with cooking and chores and LOVES watching talia. you’re always like trying to maintain a balance where he doesn’t have to help too much but you also can’t get talia away from him because she’s attached to anyone that plays with her

you teach him how to cook, picking recipes each week that he wants to try and helping him when he asks for it. turns out matt is a great cook and he’ll sometimes surprise you and mat with a dinner, just to say thanks for letting him live with you. he can’t bake for shit though and there’s more than one incident where he explodes a cake in the oven

he refuses to call you anything but mrs. b for the longest time, no matter how much you say, “matt, honey, please. i’m literally 11 years older than you. calling me mrs. b makes me feel so old” and then he says it with a little glint in his eye, so you know he’s teasing you

he and mat carpool to practice and games and it’s actually adorable to see them go off, yapping away. they’re both d1 yappers and you’re pretty sure schaefs could give your husband a run for his money in the talking department

talia thinks of him as a big brother and matt is SO good with her - he carries her around when she demands it and plays tea party and lets her baby talk at him

you’ll come home and find them in a nap pile on the couch or watching a movie or he’s on the floor building block towers for talia to knock over

(low key they also fight like siblings after schaefs has been living with you for a year - talia’s close to three at that point and has very definite opinions and more often than not you’ll find yourself saying, “are you actually fighting with a three year old?” only for matt to reply, “she knows what she did!”)

after he moves out, he’s always around for dinners and game nights and mat’s like “you have your own place, stop stealing our food”

but you always buy extra groceries and matt’s favorites, knowing he’ll be around or he’ll come and grocery shop in your pantry, taking bounty and toilet paper when he forgets to stock up before a road trip

you also love having the rookies and baby isles all in your den, eating you out of house and home - mat will come home and find them all piled on the couch like “how did you idiots beat me home? i left the rink first??”

when matt moves out, you and talia both cry and squeeze him in a huge hug, but then he’s back at your house for dinner the next night and it’s like he never left

for his first game, talia’s ofc wearing her barzal jersey, but also you have a sign up to cheer for matt. and you sit with his dad and brother and other family, screaming and cheering for his rookie lap

it’s also nice because sometimes he’ll just sit quietly with you on the couch and watch a movie, when you’re not feeling great or you’re having a bad day, and he doesn’t force you to talk. just sits with you and then teases you like a little brother

you and mat host a handful of rookies throughout his career, but your favorite will always be schaefs and he knows that, treating your home like a second one - he’s in and out all the time and definitely comes on at least one family vacation with you

talia grows up treating the rookies like big brothers, along with the other isles kids and when she’s older and if she needs some help, she’ll call one of her uncles, but if it’s a “i’m drunk and don’t want mom and dad to know” she goes to matt’s place and crashes on his couch

hosting the rookies is such good growth for mat too, he’s already stepped up a lot in his leadership of the team, but the personal mentorship too means a lot - he understands the pressure and expectation of a first round pick and helps keep matt grounded and having fun 🤍

[burekforsatoru]

boyfriend nagi headcanons part 1 | fluff

♡ masterlist | ♡ ao3

boyfriend nagi senses you get up in the middle of the night and asks you to bring him some cheese. you were only going to get some water, but somehow he knew that your destination is the kitchen, and so you pat his chest and pad along to the tiled floor to stand in front of the fridge. one glass full of water already downed, you refill it and bring it back to the bedroom along with a bag of grated cheese. you knew when you stood in front of the cheese section in the store a few days ago it would come to be useful even though you had no real plans for it. there's almost a smirk on your lips, a ghost of a smile too tired to fully manifest as you walk back slowly, careful not to spill or trip. he's sitting up when you reach the bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes when he sees you with the haul. nagi's eyes soften, he didn't know if you'd remember, being almost half asleep when he'd asked, but the smile that flicks over your face is enough to get him melted again. he doesn't reach out for the food, instead lets you settle back into bed and open the seal of the bag yourself. something tells him you won't be in the mood to take it back to the fridge, and neither will he, so it would be best to kill that entire bag between the two of you. he waits until you grab some and put it into your mouth, only then does he reach for some too, the taste made that much better by the company. sitting in silence, in the dead of night, just two cheese goblins sharing gazes, bits of food, and kisses.

boyfriend nagi likes to sit between your legs while he games. as long as you don't move around too much, he likes the gentle reminder that you're there, but also a soft place to lean his head on when he's waiting for the next screen to load. it usually doesn't help in one aspect, and that's the overwhelming need to just close his eyes and savour the softness of your skin, and it's happened before. he would fall asleep in record time, and wake up to the almost mocking game over on the screen. it never matters, though, because he can always redo the level, but the moments spent with you are irreplaceable.

boyfriend nagi puts his entire weight on you when you're lying on the couch miserable and in pain. the first time you asked him that, he thought he was imagining things, but a tug on his hand and a whiny little voice showed him how serious you were. a weighted blanket, that's what you called him that time. he rolled his eyes exactly once before he noticed the slight quirk of your lips upward. it felt good, it was clear from the groan you let out as your body sank deeper into the cushions. pain slowly becoming more manageable as his warmth spread through your limbs, along your torso, into your heart, across your cheeks. he's since learned not to question you when you ask him to lie on you, and instead just lets you have a few moments of comfort under his strong form, the least he could do when you're feeling your insides fall apart, leaving you alone only to go and make you some lemon tea, because if it helps him feel better, surely it will do the same for you.

boyfriend nagi watches you cook often. he doesn't often have the motivation to eat proper food, let alone prepare it himself, but something about the way you move in the kitchen fascinates him. one hand firm on the knife and the once whole pepper turns into thin ribbons. several things going on at the same time, water boiling, pan sizzling, the heap of vegetables getting bigger on the side after a quick treatment with your blade— all that accompanied by your humming along to the song on the radio. nagi leans against the door frame and just… observes. sometimes he wishes he could do it, too. to surprise you with something he's made just for you, but his mind always goes blank when your smile is directed at him, just like when you catch him looking. it's useless fighting it, so he gives in to the urge to push himself off the door frame and wraps his arms around your waist, standing behind you with the best view of the way you clean up the chopping board and toss the vegetables into the pan, mixing them together until they become the dinner he's been sniffing in the air. a tender kiss thank you, a snuggle it's delicious, and the rest of the night spent sprawled out on the couch while playing a cosy game together i love you. that's how nagi thinks he might see the point of cooking.

boyfriend nagi likes poking your cheeks. at first it may have been accidental, or purely an impulsive move on his part, but ever since the first time you looked at him bewildered at his action, he hasn't spent a day with you without doing it at least once. he hasn't thought about it much, really, because it's a simple thing — his girlfriend, your sweet warm cheek, a giggle directed at him. all of the things he likes together. you don't even know why it brings him so much joy and why he tends to sit there fascinated by the bounciness of your cheek once he removes his finger, you're just happy to see him so enthralled. you don't even know it's because you smile every time. and even when he doesn't know what to say or how to act, the easiest way to get you to curl the corners of your lips and smile at him is to poke you. and a lot of the times that's enough for him.

♡ if you enjoyed this, consider leaving a like, reblog, or a comment. interaction helps keep your writers motivated! also if you don't agree with some of these that's okay, this is just my opinion and it's hella self-indulgent!

[viviansturns]

𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒔 - part 1

... you find yourself falling for your university pen pal

cw (whole series): flirting, fluff, very sad angst

September 10th, 2024

Hi Matt, Or do you go by matthew?? I kinda like matt better so i'm sticking with that.

I don’t really know how to start this. I haven’t written an actual letter since I was like, 8, and it was addressed to the Tooth Fairy. I also wrote one to my family when I tried running away.

Anyway, I’m y/n. I’m in my first year at Oxford, and I signed up for this pen pal thing because I thought it would make me have purpose and also practice my penmanship. I honestly just want to yap and vent into letters for some rando to respond. 

I’m majoring in psychology which is already horrifying. Also fun fact I like drawing people I see on the subway. Or just drawing people in general, that’s always fun. I do pottery, I play volleyball, and I have an cat named sally. I’m also super into photography and polaroids and such.

I don’t know what you look like, but I’ll stereotype you when you get back to me and tell me your major!

I hope this program’s mailing system is quick. Anyways bye!

—y/n

P.S. Are we allowed to swear? Cause i’m itching to.

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September 21th, 2024

Hey Y/N,

Matt’s good, matthew is for my teachers and that’s it. Also the mail shipping takes like a week, that's crazy.

I haven’t written a letter like this since forever, so this feels different and way personal than text messages or whatever.

I’m in second year at UCLA, studying Art History. Mostly trying to figure out why people painted the weird stuff they did, and hoping my own sketches don’t look like a toddler’s.

Pottery sounds impressive. I can’t even handle a moldable eraser I fear… anyways I’m super into drawing people too so it’s crazy that we both draw ppl on the subway!

I don’t have a cat, but I’m definitely a cat person. Low-key hoping you’ll send a Polaroid of Sally sometime. Please please please.

I like that you want to vent in letters. Same here. No pressure though, I just wanna talk to people about things.

Anyways I’m looking forward to hearing more about Sally and everything else you want to share.

—Matt

P.S. Here's a sketch of a cat if that maybe convinces you to send me a pic…

ALL CREDITS TO John Nixon ON PINTEREST

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October 2th, 2024

Hi Matt,

You win. Sally and I took a Polaroid just for you. I tried to get her to pose but she’s deeply uncooperative and bit my thumb halfway through. Ignore that my face is in it, being right up against my face is the only way she’ll ever cooperate.

I put it in a little sleeve thing so it doesn’t get smudged. I expect a thank you note (or another sketch).

Also your cat sketch was like so good. Like, I showed my roommate and she said, “Tell your pen pal I’d buy that for 12 bucks at a thrift store.” Which is her version of a compliment, I think.

Psychology is still horrifying. Did you know there's a phenomenon called "the illusion of explanatory depth" where you think you understand something until you try to explain it and realize you know nothing? That’s literally this degree.

Anyway. My week’s been kind of weird. I dropped my coffee on a guy’s shoe and then he asked me out right after. I guess that's a good sign? 

This letter’s kind of all over the place but whatever, you said no pressure, and I’m holding you to that. 

Hope UCLA is treating you nice. Tell me more about your art history class! Also, I’m kinda sad that the shipping takes so long. I guess the distance from oxford to LA is really far but still…

—Y/N

P.S. You never answered if we’re allowed to swear. I’m going to assume yes and just censor myself creatively until confirmed.

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October 13th, 2024

Y/N,

Sally looks like she owns your apartment and you just pay rent. Also I thought she was a full grown cat, but she's a kitten! Also I owe you a thank you for the Polaroid, sally is so cute. You look nice too. Or at least the corner of your face

The sketch I sent was just me messing around. I hadn't drawn anything outside of class in a while. It felt good, actually. Thanks for giving me a reason, I might just keep doodling shit for fun.

This week’s been foggy. I’ve been spending more time in the library than I want to admit, mostly pretending to read while I look at the pages. There's a painting in one of my textbooks of a woman crying in the dark, but you can’t see her tears. Just her hands. I keep coming back to it.

You said you draw strangers. Ever think about what they’d say if they saw the versions of themselves you made? Do you make them kinder looking?

—Matt

P.S. I wouldn't mind any other pictures of you or Sally or something.

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October 23rd, 2024

Matt,

Thanks! You’re so sweet, I'm sure you look nice too.

And yeah, I wonder about that sometimes, how people would react if they knew I’d sketched them mid-yawn or while picking at their sleeves on the subway. I don’t make them better or worse. I try to draw them like they are, but there’s probably bias in my work. I think it’s hard not to romanticize people when you’re just observing.

Thanks for the sketch again and the new one. Just so you know, I’m cutting them out to put it above my desk. I also want to get back into sketching, if you wanna keep doing that back n forth.

Oxford’s been grey in that relentless, boring kind of way. I bought an overpriced croissant and ate it on the steps outside the psych building like I was in a film. It was stale.

What about you? You never really told me what made you choose Art History. Or drawing. Why that, and not something practical?

Also, if you really want a photo of my full face, say it straight next time. I’m not scared.

—y/n

P.S. That was a threat.

P. P. S. I'm just kidding, you’re cute lol

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November 3rd, 2024

Y/N,

Fine. I want a photo of your full face. Direct enough? I kinda want to draw if you think that's okay.

As for Art History, my mom wanted me to study something “useful.” I picked this to spite her at first. Then I stayed because it stopped feeling like spite and started feeling like mine. I like looking at something that once mattered to someone else and figuring out why. That includes faces, sometimes.

I don’t know. The world’s already loud enough. Drawing is the only thing that makes it quiet. It’s not even about being good at it. Just having a place to put things.

Lately, it’s been harder to concentrate in class. Everyone’s always talking like they’re performing for each other, and I keep zoning out. It’s exhausting, pretending I care when most days I’m just trying to keep from going under.

I’ve started sketching you. Just based off that Polaroid. Not in a weird way. I just liked the way the light hit your cheek. I’m really into sketching people if you haven’t noticed…

Send the real photo. I want to get it right. Or at least try.

—Matt

P. S. I’m out of things to P. S. write back soon I guess?

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November 14th, 2024

Matt,

Umm I’ll have you know I always write back as fast as possible. mail just takes ages dude. Also, I attached the photo. Let me know if it’s okay, I tried to make it a not awkward picture.

It’s weird, letting someone draw you. There’s something about it that feels like handing over a version of yourself and hoping they don’t miss the parts that matter. But I trust you. I don’t know why.

Psych’s been eating me alive. We’re doing a unit on perception. How two people can look at the same thing and see it completely differently. It made me think about you. But I feel like you pay attention. 

And I get it, it’s also hard for me to pay attention in class. Everything just moves so slow.

Also, I sat in that terrible jazz café again. The muffins haven’t improved. But there’s something comforting about knowing exactly what you’re going to get. Even if it’s underwhelming. I really like consistency if you couldn’t tell. Maybe that’s why I like this whole pen pals thing

Draw me how you see me. I won’t be mad if it’s not perfect.

—Y/N

P. S. Ugh. I’m tired.

[Photo here, could not find a good one, mb! Also i wanna be inclusive so just imagine ur face here.]

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November 28th, 2024

Y/N,

The photo is way better than the Polaroid. You’re smiling in it, which surprised me for some reason. Not in a bad way. Just didn’t expect it.

I finished the sketch. It’s folded into this letter. I kept thinking I was done and then going back in to fix the curve of your mouth. You smile a little unevenly. That’s not an insult. It made the whole thing feel more alive.

Most of the time when I draw people, it’s like cataloging expressions. With you, it felt more like remembering. That sounds too serious, but I don’t know how else to say it.

I’ve been kind of stuck lately. Everything’s loud and too much and pointless in that vague way where nothing is technically wrong. But drawing you just steadied everything for a bit.

Anyway. Hope it looks like you. Hope you don’t hate it.

—Matt

P. S. You don’t have to, but I’m always willing to draw more.

P. S. P.S. I know the pen pals program is pausing over the break, but I’ll miss hearing from you. Write to me anyway?

ALL CREDITS TO @Chommang ON YOUTUBE AND INSTAGRAM.

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December 10th, 2024

Matt,

Duh, I'll write during the break. Even if it’s just one letter because of this stupid shipping time.

I didn’t hate the sketch. I love it, actually. I stared at it longer than I should admit. You made me look calmer than I usually feel. Softer, maybe. It’s strange, seeing yourself through someone else’s hands. But I don’t know, it made me feel understood.

It’s literally unfair the amount that you’re able to capture facial expressions. I showed it to Sally and she immediately sat on it, so take that as her formal approval.

I’ve been thinking a lot about perception lately. Not just in the psych-class way, but in the real-world way. Like, how you can know someone for years and never see them. Or never know someone for a couple months and see them.

Oxford’s gotten cold. The kind of cold that makes your bones feel hollow. But I like the way the fog rolls in across the river in the mornings. Makes everything feel unreal in a good way.

Anyway, you said you’re always willing to draw more. So I’m holding you to that.

—Y/N

P.S. I made you a playlist. You don’t get a say in the matter. It’s one of those spotify codes that you can scan.

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December 22nd, 2024

Y/N,

I’m glad you liked it. I think I was trying to draw how you made me feel, not just how you looked. Hope that doesn’t sound weird.

I’d be lying if I said I haven’t reread your last letter a few times. That part about perception—I keep circling back to it. How some people never see you right, and others just... do. I think that’s rare.

Campus is quiet now. Everyone’s gone or going. I stayed behind for a few more days before heading home. Something about the silence feels easier to manage when it’s earned.

You mentioned fog. I haven’t seen real fog in months. Just Los Angeles haze that smells like old traffic. But the sky’s been orange lately, and it’s the kind of color that makes you want to say something even if there’s no one around.

I’m working through the playlist. Trying to really pay attention to the lyrics.

—Matt

P.S. I hope you’re having a good christmas break. If we were in the same city, I’d take you out for hot chocolate at the Italian cafe. Or maybe a better place, I don’t know oxford.

ALL CREDITS TO Mike Phillips ON PINTEREST

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January 3rd, 2025

Matt,

You got your wish. I’m writing from my childhood bedroom. I’m surrounded by a shit ton of glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling. Sally is sulking in my suitcase because she loves my parents and knows I’m leaving again soon..

Break has been fine. Way stranger than I’d like, like time folds differently here. Everyone I used to know feels just a little unfamiliar, like they’ve all been redrawn slightly wrong. Or maybe I’m the one who shifted. I don’t know.

Your letters make more sense than most conversations I’ve had since I got back. That’s not a sad thing. I think it just means I trust you in a way that’s starting to feel pretty permanent. I guess I’d say my relationship with my parents is complicated. I’m not about to trauma dump on you, but things are just weird around them.

Appreciate these lovely sketches, that’s a great santa/elf?

—Y/N

P.S. You were right about smiling. It is harder to fake than it looks.

ALL CREDITS TO Elliana884 ON PINTEREST

idkkk how i feel about this...i tried being creative and now i have this.

*THESE POSTS ARE SCHEDULED AS I AM AWAY CURRENTLY, TO FIND OTHER PARTS YOU NEED TO SCROLL DOWN ON MY BLOG*

[changingplumbob]

Second Round - Day Nine (3PO) 2 of 2

@lostinsixam, @igglemouse, @simstagramsomeone, @daedriyth, @ashubii, @simscici - Sim creators and co-writers

Results based on charisma skill level

Callie (1.50)

Kennedy (1.64)

Kay (1.99)

Jerrica (2.65) - Wins the date

Abigail (3.13)

Lara (3.55) - Bonus points

Kennedy: Can't say I'm surprised, but it sure was fun dressin' up and modelin! Maybe I'll do it some more... 

Kay: Aw damn, well I still had fun with this. I hope Deanna still liked how I looked *blushes*

Callie: Ah well, I did try my best!

Kennedy: I really liked your outfit Callie

Kay: I'm surprised you didn't win Kennedy, your outfit was breathtaking

Kennedy: Aww, shucks *blushes*

Devin: Since Lara and Abigail already had dates, that makes you our default winner of the challenge Jerrica

Jerrica: *smiles* So I get the date

Devin: *nods*

Jerrica: Not only did I win, I feel like a character from a fantasy book. I could maybe put forth the effort for this more often

Devin: It is a lot of fun!

Lara: ME?? SERIOUSLY?? Whoa, I was really surprised! Did you see the other participants? They were amazing! I’m so happy I managed to stand out in this challenge. And you came second!

Abby: I did not expect this, but I am, for once, feeling really happy. No sad moodlet can bring me down right now!

Lara: I'm glad you've had a better round

Abby: I suppose we'll have to wait for the commencement ceremony to find out for sure

Jerrica thinks, and chooses to visit the cafe for her date with Deanna.

Deanna: Your costume was beautiful

Jerrica: *smiles* Thank you

Deanna: So secret sea creature... do you think you're mostly lucky or unlucky?

Jerrica: I would consider myself pretty lucky. Despite my lazy nature I've accomplished a lot in life. I have a great family, I have great friends, and I feel like I get to do what I love writing freelance.

Deanna: I'm glad you've found what you enjoy. What's the luckiest thing that's happened to you?

Jerrica: The luckiest thing though would be the fact that someone picked up my application and I ended up here.

Deanna: *blushes* I feel pretty lucky right now to

Deanna: Can we get deep for a bit? My family believe in the watcher but I know not everyone does. Do you believe in fate, you know, destiny? Or do you think we're all at the mercy of some watcher?

Jerrica: I feel like we are in the mercy of some watcher in a way. I feel like sometimes I am a character in someone elses book, just waiting on the pages to turn

Deanna: I know what that feels like

Jerrica: Sometimes things almost feel fated but is it fate? Or is it just decisions leading us here?... Ok that felt way too philisophical for me

Deanna: *chuckling* Writers think deep thoughts

Jerrica: *smiles* I suppose it's good to know that I can

Deanna: Say you can live anywhere. Where would you live?

Jerrica: I love Windenberg!

Deanna: Oh yeah? Luna and her family are from there. What do you like about it?

Jerrica: The weather is nice and cool, there's so many cute cafes and restaurants and even neat historical sites to visit. Even if I tend to be a homebody I feel like it would be a nice place to put down roots

Deanna: It's a romantic place

Jerrica: *smiles* Exactly

Deanna: I have to say I like being in Tartosa because it's close to my family. I could be persuaded to move if it was to somewhere stable, not constant packing and unpacking

Jerrica: I may have preferences but I have no strong ties to any particular world. Even Jerrod had talked about setting up his yoga practice in Mt Komorebi before he had signed up for Simply Lilac, so I would have had to travel anyways

Deanna: I'm the same, being more connected to people than places

Jerrica: *smiles* I enjoy the beaches of Tartosa as well and you would be happy so I could compromise

Deanna: I have heard good things about Windenburg though

Jerrica: From Luna?

Deanna: *grins* From you just now

Jerrica: *laughs* I should have realised that

When everyone is back at the villa it's time to work on their skills. While some challenges are more up to luck, there are some that are influenced a lot by skill. This is the last chance they have to study before the group day challenge, and the next round if they advance.

Lara and Abigail both choose to work on their commedy skill. While Lara scours the internet Abby buries herself in a joke book. Why did the ostrich cross the road? Callie turns to her mirror and works on her charisma. It's likely just low because of her socially awkward trait, she can improve. Jerrica practices something else in the mirror, research and debate! Kay chooses to sharpen up her logical pursuits while Kennedy goes for the soft approach, nectar making!

Devin: What are you making?

Deanna: Gumbo... I hope

Devin: How did the date go with Jerrica? You were smitten last round

Deanna: *grins* I like her a lot. I don't know, maybe I'm just off my game this round because I worry I didn't make it to gold level

Devin: Contestants could be having nerves as well

Deanna: So long as they haven't all given up on me

As it's the groups last day together before the group challenge, final dates, and commencement ceremony, we again head to the spa. Reece (Deanna's best friend) welcomes everyone and escorts them to the meditation area in the back garden. There he leads a guided meditation

Reece: Close your eyes and become aware of your breathing... picture a place that makes you feel calm. It might be the beach, the woods, behind a beloved screen or in front of one...

Reece: Repeat to yourself after me... my worth remains no matter what others may think of me

The meditation session concludes and the women take time to stretch themselves awake.

Jerrica: Thanks for that Reece

Reece: You're welcome

Kennedy: You can make a career out of this?

Reece: We'll see. I really like living in Moonwood Mill but... not a lot of we- people, want to focus on their zen there yet

After yoga it's time for dinner, grilled by Deanna herself. The group moves to the picnic area.

Deanna: So I attempted to make some Gumbo

Callie: Smells delicious

Lara: *eating intensely*

Kay: How did you and Reece meet?

Deanna: Oh we've been friends forever

Reece: When we were toddlers we lived a block over from each other. And our older sisters are best friends. And my sister and her brother actually

Kennedy: The friendship is in the family then?

Deanna: Although... Emi and Carson...

Reece: Yeah I don't blame her, Carson is a loser. Now official because he was on the most losing team in history of Total Drama Sims

Kay: I'm sure he loves you mentioning it

Reece shrugged and ate while Lara took time to blow Deanna a kiss, right in front of Callie, just to make sure she was calmer. No slaps! Abigail meanwhile had decided she wanted to go have her dinner on the edge of the fountain at the front of the spa...

When the food is finished the group get to experience the main reason for the spa trip - a chance to relax and let go of stress or tension from the competition.

Everyone gets a face mask! Some get massages, some steam in the spa and other relax in the massage chairs. Autonomy is set to full and Deanna always starts in the massage chairs, since those relaxing in the spa normally start chatting pretty quickly.

Kay: I hope the group challenge is something nice. I'd really like a date

Lara: Are you worried for your position?

Kay: A little, I don't excell at standing out in crowds like you do

Lara: You're super nice Kay, that comes across

...

Jerrica: Maybe I should try fantasy next

Abby: It's a lot of fun, I won't speak against it

Jerrica: It's just... so... much... work

Abby: *laughing*

Deanna removes her face mask feeling refreshed. Since Abby and Jerrica are content relaxing she walks around for a bit. She decides not to disturb the sauna and checks downstairs. Kennedy and Callie are loving their massages though so back upstairs she goes.

Deanna: Hi! Could I please have a drink

Bartender: What will it be

Deanna: Hmm.. surprise me?

It would appear everyone is too relaxed for talking at the end of the day. I can't blame them, socializing takes energy. Oh Jerrica does go downstairs! Not to talk to Kennedy and Callie, but to get a glass of milk to go drink outside beside Reece. Should we tell her his opinions don't do anything at this stage?

[jademeilittle]

She didn’t even pay attention to what time it was. It was probably something o clock in the morning or maybe midnight, Jade wasnt sure and wasn’t looking at the time at all. She was focused more on the lighthearted, teasing, flirty, sometimes deep conversations that was happening with Kaj. They were off in their little bubble getting to know each other. They didn’t know anything about one another except for Jades car broke down and she needed a jump. That’s it. However, as they walked back to his place, grabbed the jumper cables, and now was driving back to her car, they have come to know each other. Even though nothing deep was shared expect for family issues, she still got to know some sides of Kaj. She didn’t expect them to disclose everything about each other right away, that would take time but she was looking forward to it. “Of course. It’s a secret after all. Can’t have everyone knowing.”she nodded with a smile and soft chuckle. Jade shook her head. “Mmmm I don’t see any crazy. I won’t rush anything. Take our time.”She said. Jade looked over at Kaj, he was just listening to her let out her feelings about her family. Her friends had heard her talk about them and even it showed on her face when they asked. With Kaj he was allowing her to express her emotions. She wasn’t getting worked up over it but it was still a subject that she tended to talk about through gritted teeth. “You’re right and I chose exactly what I want to do with my life. I’m not letting anyone else influence me especially not my parents. I’m doing what I love to do and that’s all that matters.”she said. Teaching was her passion. She knew that she was making a difference in her students lives. She was teaching them skills that they would take with them long after graduated. A lot of people didn’t understand that but it seemed that Kaj did. “You’re right. That’s exactly what we do and it’s bittersweet when we have to send them onto the next chapter. I’m happy that they are moving onto kindergarten but at the same time sad to let them go because we’ve been together since the beginning of the year. We’ve bonded together.”she said thinking about her students that she said goodbye to and now a new batch of students will be enrolling soon. Jade chuckled. That sounds like dogs. Want to play all the time and then eat us out of house and home. “Sounds like a growing boy. Needs all the food that he can get.”Jade held onto Kajs hand, not really looking at his nails at this point. Just wanting to hold his hand. “So you don’t care if I do a rainbow of colors. Just go to town? Your handsome hazel eyes. Yes i do notice your eye color.” When Kaj was talking, Jade was watching and even checking out his eyes. Really she was checking out all of him, discreetly though. Maybe not so discreetly. Jade did notice the quick look down but then away: she didn’t mind Kaj checking her out. “See what I mean, how many guys can say that a woman actually took the time to pamper and spoil her boyfriend, husband, or partner? I feel that guys should be spoiled just as much as women. So I would do that. I can only imagine. Hunched over, body twisted to get the right angle to finish the tattoos.”

“It does. Especially with paying rent, Car payments, utilities, food, dog food, it’s a lot but making do one day at a time. Thank you, if only.”She nodded. Jade wanted to say no. That it wasn’t her car and they keep driving around the block until they came right back to the same car. She took a breath when he parked his car in front of hers. “Sounds great.”she got out unlocking her car and popping the hood.

The night was getting later, but it seemed like time was going slow, as if the two were in their own little world. This was something Kaj could get used to. His intention had not been to try and talk Jade up, but it had come so easily. In this small amount of time, he'd learned a lot about her, and she had learned a little bit about him. He didn't want to hold anything back, but there was apart of him that he held back, the side of him that some might call him a bad person for. No matter how long it had been, he'd always see himself as the thief, the liar, and the player. The player part might still be true, but he wasn't a thief anymore, and he tried to lie as little as he could. They were only a couple hours into getting to know each other. At some point, he'd have to come clean; for now, he'd keep the peace. "Actually, it's hidden in the bathroom closet. Gotta keep my cover on the down-low. The secret lair? That's a work in progress." He wished in this moment he wasn't having to focus on the road, because it was rather difficult to focus. "Be careful what you wish for. I could be crazy," he said, giving her a wink. "With time, you'll see it all. Don't go rushing things." Kaj listened closely as she spoke, simply giving her the space to say whatever she needed. It was good to let out feelings, and for some reason almost easier to tell a stranger. He felt good that she was feeling comfortable enough with him to reveal her feelings. "I think any of those professions would be lucky to have you. It's all up to you now, though. They can have their opinions, but at the end of the day, it's you who decides. Not them, not your friends—you." Her passion was endearing, something he had in himself. For Kaj, passion was incredibly important in all aspects of life. Passion was the thing that drove him to provide himself with a better life. "A teacher is one of the most important people in a child's life, aside from their parents. You guide them, teach them, show them how to do things, and then you send 'em off to their next chapter." At least, that's what he'd heard. He didn't have any connections with his teachers—he barely showed up to school—but he knew it was a great cause. "Honestly he sleeps most of the time. I try to tire him out before I go to work. I know he'd be happy if I was with him all the time though. It's why I want to get him a pal. I just... Need a bigger place first." He sighed. "Boy eats like he pays for the food." When she took his hand, he was taken aback, but relaxed into her grasp. "Y'know what? Just go wild! I don't even care what color you do." He laughed, wiggling his fingers. "My eyes?" he asked, looking back into hers. He couldn't help but to allow his eyes to travel down a little, but he quickly caught himself and looked forward, hoping she didn't notice. Shaking his head at her, his eyes widened. "Holy shit," he breathed. "I can't say I've ever had a woman do... Any of that for me. Sounds like the exact thing I need after a long session. Do you know how much my body kills after like, an eight hour tattoo appointment?" Nodding, he hummed and clicked his tongue. "The most complete package."

"I've heard that. It sucks. For what you guys do, you should be paid the world." Kaj felt a little bit disappointed when she confirmed it was her car. He didn't want this to end yet. If he weren't such a 'gentleman' as she'd said, he would probably convince Jade to come home with him, but he respected her more than that. Pulling over, he parked the car on the side of the road, facing the front of his car to the front of her's. Pulling his car into park, he unbuckled his seat belt and looked to her. "You pop the hood and I'll get the cables, okay?"

[sidedorian]

I heard open asks

Maybe platonic Eddie & Volt hcs with a musician reader that at some point picks up the habit of preforming at the Breaker Box. They do have a nice singing voice but their music career is still trying to kickstart so they are happy to have an audience.

They also do this when their day hasn't been going well as singing helps them cool off

Thank you for the idea I hope you enjoy!

Volt is prone to letting them have the stage more than others, talented and some one that he considers a friend? More than happy to help them find their feet

Like everything else in The Breaker Box when it comes to the front of house Volt right there charming and confident as ever

He also has a tendency to put them on on busier nights so long as they are feeling confident enough to handle it.

He has faith their skill and their dedication especially after hearing them practice so diligently even in their off hours

Though Volt is also the one to catch the subtle changes in music when it comes from a place of frustration or venting through conflicting emotions

He might not make more than a passing comment about it however, he knows that sometimes someone just needs to be allowed to feel that negative emotion and let it ride.

Eddie is the one who picks up when the energy is just wrong ironically enough. When they are in because something is wrong rather than for the love of the music

When they are trying to drown out the bad in creation and magic in the way only music seems to be able to he makes more of an effort to show his face

He might be tried and frustrated but he can sense it in another just as easily and generally is the one to get Volt to take it down several notches if it seems like that will do them any good

Eddie doesn't offer much comfort himself, it's hard to be there when you're working yourself to death but he tries. He tries as best as he can

Even if that means just listening for as long as they talk at him, as many drinks together as it takes to let them feel heard for a little while, just them, no music.

He might not be the worlds best talker, that's Volt's domain really, Eddie is one hell of a listener and is happy to lend an ear to a friend when they really need him.

They both will do what they can in their own ways to support them, especially since it comes with the perks of getting to hear them preform.

And if they ever need anything aside from company they know they only have to ask, assuming it is the boy's power they will be there to help.

[prythianpages]

First Fight | Eris x Reader

Eris x Reader | your first fight/argument with Eris.

a/n: I was in the mood to write a fight scene. I couldn't really figure out what to write a fight about it but this came out of that lol. This was meant to be a short drabble but it seems that I can never write a drabble as this is longer than one. Still short though, it's 1,478 words and for some reason I have the habit of writing for this series late at night. Anyway, this takes place shortly after you and Eris agree to be friends with benefits.

warnings: angst, eris and reader being slightly delulu in their growing feelings for one another

“You’re sending my brother away?”

Eris didn’t even glance up from his desk. The quill in his hand continued to scratch deliberately across parchment as if the anger in your voice hadn’t just pierced through his study. He always knew when you were near and he had sensed your approaching presence before your footsteps crossed the threshold.

He kept his eyes down as he used his magic to gently shut the door behind you. He didn’t want anyone to see you here as it wouldn’t be good for you. It would only stir up more rumors and rouse up unwanted curiosity. 

 “Good day to you too,” he murmured, lips twitching faintly in amusement.

You didn’t respond. Your silence was heavier than words and he could feel it. The way you stood there. Stiff and arms crossed, eyes boring into him. It drew a sigh from his chest. 

Slowly, Eris lifted his head, amber eyes finally meeting yours. “Your brother surely doesn’t think of it that way.”

You scoffed. “Of course he doesn’t. He’s too dense to realize when he’s being played and my father is too blinded by titles and coin to question anything.”

Eris arched a brow, leaning back in his chair. “Then perhaps I deserve a thank you.”

“You want gratitude for manipulating my family like chess pieces?”

As the only son in your family, your brother had chosen the path of a scholar, content to bury himself in the history of Autumn rather than take part in it as a soldier. Occasionally, he was invited to sit in on your father's meetings with Beron. Sometimes, as an observer. Other times, as a participant. Becoming an emissary had never been part of his plan. Not that he had much of a plan at all.

But when the High Lord’s son personally offered him a post in another court, complete with a generous salary far above what most emissaries earned… 

Well, only a fool would have turned it down. 

Eris did not answer. Instead, he sat back and contemplated your reaction. He didn’t know what he was expecting but anger certainly was not it. 

“Why did you do it?”

His gaze darkened as the truth warred on his tongue.

Why did he do it?

Because he didn’t want your brother’s boredom to bleed into your life. He lacked a sense of purpose and instead of searching for one, he had begun to focus on your purpose within your family. Which was the same as in any noble family—alliances and marriage. 

“Would you have rather married Lord Stevenson?” Eris asked, voice low.

You stiffened, anger simmering down.

Lord Stevenson was a lecherous old bastard with a gaze that lingered too long on any female. It made his blood boil to think of you being sold off to and paraded by someone unworthy. 

“That was your brother’s plan,” he continued. “He was already drafting the papers. Do you know how many wives Stevenson has buried? How many complaints have been silenced?”

Still, there was a defiant look in your eyes. “I can fight my own battles.”

Eris met that look in your eyes. “That doesn’t mean I want you to.”

For a heartbeat, neither of you moved, frozen by the words that hung between you two. Eris was also taken aback, surprised the words had slipped.

Then, your expression changed–just slightly. Something broke through the anger. It was unreadable yet unnerving.

“You don’t get to want things for me,” you said, voice quiet now. “That’s not what this is. That’s not what we agreed on.”

You turned to leave and Eris called your name but you didn’t look back. The door shut behind you and he was left staring at the space you’d once filled, a frown tugging at his brow.

What had he done wrong? And why had your anger, the way you looked at him unsettled him so deeply?

There was a tight and unfamiliar weight in his chest now. Regret? Hurt? He couldn’t name it nor did he want to. 

But it lingered all the same.

**

It had been a little over a week since he’d last seen you. Not long to some but for Eris, it was. He was used to seeing you at least once a week and it didn’t help that the last time he saw you, you were upset.

He told himself he’d wait for you to come to him. Until whatever anger you had harbored subsided. But on the tenth day, he found himself sneaking around the Forest house and heading toward your room.

His heart fluttered as he rounded a corner. Though you were on the other side and about to bump into him, he did nothing to stop it. He let you slam chest-first into his body, ignoring the fire he felt ignited in his veins at the contact.

 Your breath caught, body tensing. Eris reached out, arms gripping your shoulders as he steadied you and it was only then that your body eased, realizing it was him.

"Eris," you breathed, eyes wide as you looked up at him. “What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here? What are you doing here?” He deflected your question back to you. As if he hadn’t been walking down this hallway for the same reason you were. 

You stared at each other for a heartbeat. And then, without a word, Eris grabbed your wrist and tugged you down the hall. You didn’t protest. The nearest door creaked open, and Eris all but shoved you inside before closing it behind you.

You looked around the tiled space, blinking at the soft pumpkin and vanilla scent and the neatly stacked towels by the sink. The two of you were in a bathroom. You didn’t have to speak for Eris to know what you were thinking when you looked back at him.

“It was the closest door,” he said with a slight shrug. “Would you rather I dragged you into a broom closet?”

You crossed your arms. “I was hoping for something slightly more dignified.”

There was no bite to your words. No trace of the anger or hurt he had not only seen but heard in your voice last. What he could hear, though, was the way your heart was pounding. 

Eris took a slow breath, hands curling at his sides. “I’m sorry,” he said suddenly.

That seemed to startle you more than running into him did. Your cheeks flushed. “No,” you said, shaking your head slightly. “I’m the one who should be sorry.”

You leaned against the bathroom counter behind you, expression softening. “These past few weeks have been… overwhelming. Every male around me seems to think my future is theirs to shape. And when I found out you offered my brother that position, I—Well, I didn’t stop to consider why you’d done it and took out my frustrations on you instead…”

Eris’s brow furrowed but he didn’t interrupt.

“I know now that you were trying to protect me,” you continued. “And I am very relieved that the proposal did not go through. So… thank you.”

The tension in Eris’s shoulders eased. “Good. Because for a moment, I feared you were actually heartbroken over the failed proposal.”

You scrunched your nose. “Cauldron, no.”

You laughed then and Eris hadn’t realized how much he missed that sound until it was gone.  Something inside him threatened to untangle but he shook the feeling off. You and him were…

Well, he didn’t know what exactly to call it. You were lovers but friends? He wasn’t so sure if you thought of him that way. Or if you thought much of him at all, beyond your physical needs.

“I want you to have the option to choose,” he then said quietly.

His thoughts drifted to his past… to his arranged engagement. The lengths Morrigan had gone to end it and the consequences that followed. He shuddered at the thought of you being cornered like that, of you being a victim to a similar fate.

You met his gaze slowly. “Ladies like me don’t have that luxury.”

“Well,” he said, stepping closer to you.  “I’d like you to.”

You studied him carefully. Too carefully. Like you were intent on peeling back every layer he’d worked so hard to hide behind. It made something twist in his chest.

“Do you care for me, Eris?”

Eris blinked, taken aback by your question. His mouth opened but no sound came. He wanted to say no. He needed to say no. Instead, a smirk ghosted across his lips.

“It depends,” he said, thinking back to the words you said last to him. How he didn’t get to want things for you as it was not what you had agreed on. “If I’m allowed to.”

“You’re allowed.”

The way you looked at him now was softer. Less calculating and more unguarded. 

Even the air between you had softened, warmed by all the things neither of you were brave enough to say aloud like a flame not yet ready to burn.

a/n: I'm still trying to figure out how to write the end to this so the next updates might be flashbacks/scenes that happened in the past. Might write a scene of Eris & reader seeing each other again after UTM (might have smut but idk yet bc it's been a hot min since I wrote smut)

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[blueberry-bubbles130]

Sharing some headcanons I have about Regis!

@gaslighting69 I hope you enjoy reading them.

(I took the image from Regis’s entry on the villains wiki)

•I headcanon he’s about 6ft 1 (Dr. Danner is about 6ft 6 and Bob is 6ft 2)

•He’s English-Italian. With his mother being English and his father being Italian.

•He absolutely loves a good drink of alcohol and when he gets home from work he often has a drink. His particular favourite types of alcohol include Port, Whiskey and Brandy.

•He also has quite a large of collection of books. And I mean large, it takes up a full room in his house. They range from stories adapted into movies, horror, plays, historical books. And informative textbooks. It’s part of why he’s got such a strong grasp and large amount of knowledge about technology and animals already. Apart from experimenting with animals.

He refuses to let anyone know about his enjoyment of plays though. He doesn’t want to be roped into helping Ms. Lovelett with a play. He isn’t risking his own life for her.

•His hair is very thick and luxurious. People used to keep asking him what his secret was with his hair. When in reality it’s just naturally that thick and wavy. So he brushes it back, so people don’t notice and stop annoying him about it.

•While he didn’t speak to them too often and the initial meeting was organised by whoever “Her” is, Regis spoke to Jerome’s dad and Penny’s mother quite a few times. Especially Penny’s mother. (Jerome’s dad and Penny’s mother were getting pretty sick of only having each other to talk to about their plans)

•Before he usurped the position of principal from David, they were really close friends. With Regis helping David through his divorce. It ended up with them dating, and while it was an equal loving relationship to begin with. Towards the very end it did start to become quite controlling on Regis’s end. While David wanted to stop the mutations, Regis wanted to mutate animals and children. So kept trying to manipulate David into using the goo to create mutations.

•Despite being close with David, Regis does actually heavily dislike Davey. He fully believes that Davey is a problem and saw his existence as taking up too much of David’s attention. and prevented Regis from getting David to do what he wanted. Regis also wanted to mutate Linda, but Davey’s obsession with her prevented him from doing so.

Davey dislikes Regis as well, because though he didn’t know Regis was evil, he didn’t like how he was trying to take Linda. And trying to convince his dad to take Linda away.

•Regis is strong, like ridiculously strong he is fully capable of picking up another adult with no problem and just putting them over his shoulder. In fact it’s my headcanon of how he even managed to lock David in the lab in the first place. He just simply threatened to hurt Davey to catch him off guard, then picked him up and took him down to the lab. I mean just look at how he holds up the gun with one hand in Paging Dr. Goolittle. He’s got some muscle and works out sometimes.

Building off him being so strong, he used to work with animals part time. It’s why he’s able to completely knock back the bird, despite that being mutated. A headcanon I’m borrowing from @gaslighting69 is that he actually has the goo gene himself and is able to speak when mutated, unlike Penny’s mother when she gets mutated.

[lucabyte]

some thoughts on Claude

alt title: diversity win! this Butch Nun is crafting bombs in an unventilated room in her convent while actively courting Mother Superior! Do Not Give Them Access To Unlimited Power No Matter How Nice They Are

+ bonus

[itadooori]

yea i rewatched the s1 finale. did a lil doodle about it

[astertimberwolf]

I miss my Italian grandma.

She is the reason I love Ruby. Because they share the same personality.

This is the reason I am still in love with the adult version of a fictional character.

My Italian gran was the only healthy maternal figure I had growing up... And the only person to love me unconditionally in my entire life.

... And I'm afraid it will stay that way, with how things are going...

...

There. I said it. The cat is out of the bag.

May the budding rose she imprinted in my heart stay intact and safe, even though it will likely never get to bloom...

All the other bad imprinting, represented by roots of all evil, has / have been removed.

This rosebud is the only living flower standing in the middle of the snowy clearing and scenery inside my soul.

I will cherish this rose forever, with all I have.