#because everyone else was either sick or working their main jobs

[born-to-lose]

Worked my ass off two nights in a row, got tipped €130 in total and €30 full house bonus in addition to my regular salary from the boss this morning 🥂

[farfromstrange]

Customer Service | Matt Murdock

Pairing: Matt Murdock x afab!reader

Summary: After a particularly rough week, all you want to do is cry. It has you on edge and makes you say things you don’t mean. After letting out your anger on your boyfriend, he makes it his mission to take care of you for a change.

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ MINORS DNI, oral (f receiving), Matt Murdock eats pussy like a champ, fingering, squirting (I feel filthy), emotional hurt/comfort, no use of y/n, no pronouns, reader has female body parts, 1st person pov (?)

a/n: As someone who quit their job in customer service for the exact same reasons I have stated in this fic, this is very personal to me and self-indulgent, again. I wrote this after a particularly bad day. Sometimes I wish Matt were real so he could actually do this to me.

There is nothing in all of existence that I loathe more than people. Why I chose to work in customer service in the first place has become more and more of a mystery to me. I could have quit after the first week, I should have, but whenever the thought crosses my mind, I tell myself: ‘It’s going to get better. You will get used to it.’ I did not, in fact, get used to it. Or, I did, I just started to hate myself even more. Every day I get home from an eight-hour shift, I’m tired, I’m exhausted and I feel the desperate need to throw myself off a cliff. 

There are days when it’s easier. The elderly couple who comes in every Sunday, for example, to drink their coffee and have a lengthy conversation over a piece of cake, never fails to make me smile. They’re always kind, and forthcoming and they tip, even though I know they don’t have the money to.

Or the woman who likes to pick up lunch for her husband, she always calls me sweetheart, and she’s never bothered if her order takes just a little too long. The regulars chat me up and I like it because it makes me feel less alone behind the counter, as life passes me by and I can’t help to stare at the clock every five minutes to calculate how many hours of the day are left. They make it easier to forget about the overtime I inevitably have to put in every night. They know I don’t eat enough or smile enough or drink enough, and so they make me smile because they’re good people. 

But some continuously want to tell me how to do my job, the one I’ve given blood and sweat for to master down to the smallest detail, and those who treat me like I’m responsible for their bad days and those who don’t care that I’m human, I just have to serve.

It’s so exhausting that some people don’t care about the workers behind the counter. I hate that my boss doesn’t seem to care either, that we don’t get paid enough, and that I’m expected to jump whenever they want me to. I got a life too, but that doesn’t matter because I’m cheap and they love to use those who never learned how to say no.

I physically can’t tell them I can’t work whenever I’m asked to pick up an extra shift, or when I’m sick or have to do anything else. It’s not even my main occupation and yet, here I am! Every day, I tell myself, I should just quit. It’s not my responsibility if they can’t treat their employees right. It’s not my responsibility they’re understaffed. I’m a student, I go to college, and I’m working hard on my degree - why should I prioritize my job over the thing that will determine the rest of my life? 

And yet, every day, I go back. I go back and I work until my feet hurt and I’m sick and I’m tired and all I want to do is just cry. I go back because I, for the life of me, can’t say no. I can’t quit. I want to, but I can’t, and it’s killing me inside that I can’t talk about it the way I want to. In the end, I will always feel like everything is my fault and that I messed up, even though all I did was show up to work and turn into everyone’s punching bag. 

My stupidity is what got me here. Usually, I would be home now, studying, but they asked me to pick up a late shift at the cafè again, and I worked for seven hours with only a fifteen-minute break in between - I look horrible, I smell of coffee and cake, and my body is hurting in all the wrong places. The weight is heavy in my stomach. I’m nauseous. I ate, but not enough. I’m hungry. I feel sick. Even the smallest sounds make me want to jump up the wall, kill someone, or perhaps even both. I’m angry, and I don’t even fucking know why because nothing happened. Other than a rather messy day with too much to do and too few people to do the work, the people weren’t even rude and I’ve had worse days - still, I feel everything at once and it’s ridiculous, really, because I’m an adult and I should know better than to let a rough day affect me. I don’t. 

When he called and asked if I wanted to come over, I said yes. I didn’t want to, but saying no? Not something I would do, especially not to him. I walked into his apartment with a lump already in my stomach. The door creaked - God, I told him to oil it - and that was the first strike. I tossed my key into the bowl and it promptly fell back out. Second strike. My coat slipped from the hanger the second I hung it up. Third strike. I breathed, I had to, then went to the kitchen to make some dinner. Cooking usually works, usually, but the day must have gotten to me because the fourth strike - the fucking milk being expired - happened way too soon and it hit me, hard. After that, I was pretty much done for, and I knew, I just chose to ignore it. 

Of course, I should have known I would screw up everything else, too.

“Hey, sweetheart,” his voice is kind and soft in my ear as he presses a kiss to my cheek. His stubble has never been something to bother me before until that very moment. I flinch away, not sure why. If he realized it - which I’m sure he did - he doesn’t show. 

“Smells good,” he says. 

I put the garlic into the pan. It smells too much like garlic and I hate it. 

“What you making?”

“Pasta,” I tell him. 

He kisses me again. “Mh-hm. How was your day?” the question is stupid, but it’s normal and he always asks. He gets himself a beer - only himself - removes the cap with his mouth and then leans against the counter. 

He shouldn’t infuriate me. He shouldn’t make me angry just by standing there and asking me questions couples ask themselves, but inevitably, he does. And I hate myself all the more for the way my voice sounds when I answer him. 

“Fine,” I say. 

“Fine?” he asks. “How was work?” I feel like he’s getting suspicious. “You only had two lectures today, right? English lit and what was the other one?”

“Linguistics.”

“Ah, yes. Your least favorite.”

Perhaps that’s why I’m angry. 

“You know,” he says and the tangent he goes on after revolves around him and only him, and while I don’t like talking about myself, that doesn’t mean he has to unload all of his stress on me - I don’t know why I think that way and it’s scaring me because I don’t actually feel that way, but at that moment I do and it’s all very confusing.

I just want to lock myself in his bedroom and cry. He looks so good with the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up. He’s wearing his glasses, still, but his tie is loosened and he smiles because he knows I love that smile. I should love it. I should love the way his muscles tense underneath his shirt or the way his dress pants hang impossibly low on his hips, but for the first time, I don’t. I don’t love anything, I just feel anger, which makes me hate everything, but mostly myself. 

I must have zoned out. Suddenly, he’s calling my name and he’s calling me sweetheart and he’s poking me with his hands - no, he’s stroking my hips, hugging me from behind, and it’s all too much. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” I lie. He knows I’m lying. He can hear it in my heartbeat. He can feel it in the way I move away from him to rinse the now-empty pan in the sink. 

How is the food already finished?

“You didn’t listen to a word I just said,” he dares to sound offended. 

“No, I did.”

“Really, what did I say?”

“You and Foggy had a case, didn’t go well, bla bla bla. Same as every day.”

He sets the bottle down. “Alright, sweetheart, what’s wrong? I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me.”

“Oh, so just because I don’t care about hearing the same story repeat itself every day and you whining about it means there’s something wrong with me?”

He’s taken aback. Quite frankly, I’ve never snapped at him before, not like this, not out of nowhere, and we’ve been dating for over a year. With his super senses, there is little that eludes the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, especially when it comes to his girlfriend. I hate that it’s like this. I hate not having any privacy, even when I try to. But I don’t want to be alone, I don’t want privacy. Or, I think. I don’t even know what I want. I know I want to be around him, but at the same time, it hurts because the anger is too damn hot to swallow, and his concern doesn’t make it any better. It should be, but it’s not. I’m a lost cause. 

“I was just telling you about my day,” he says. I would yell back at myself if I were him, but he knows me. He knows yelling doesn’t help. He knows I’d cry, but maybe that’s what I want. Maybe I want him to yell just so I have a valid reason to cry, to be angry. 

I want him to hate me the way I hate myself. 

That’s why I can’t help it anymore. “Maybe I don’t want to hear about your day.”

“What?”

“The world doesn’t revolve around you, Matthew!”

He’s confused. I don’t blame him. The second the words left my mouth, I regret them. They make me sound like the most selfish person on the whole planet. I can’t take them back though. If I did, he’d know something is wrong and then he’d worry, he’d pity me and no, I don’t want that. I want to rile him up. I’m not sure why, but it makes me so angry that he’s so calm and I’m… well, I’m me, but I’m also not me. I’m a stranger in my own body. 

I put the pasta in a bowl. It stinks of alcohol and tomatoes and garlic, too much of it. I wonder how anyone could eat that. 

“Here,” I shove it into his hand, “You’ve been served. I’m gonna take a shower.”

I’m a bad person. I’m pretty sure I am. Who yells at their boyfriend because they can’t deal with their own problems? Who makes the person they love more than life itself feel like shit on purpose for no reason whatsoever? A sane person wouldn’t. We have never been a normal couple, Matthew and I, but we’re trying. Turns out, I suck much more than I thought I would.

It’s not the age gap, I’m sure of it. I’m in my last year as an English Major and he’s a defense attorney. Somehow, we make it work. He loves me, I know he does. He’s afraid of rejection - he thinks everyone he loves will leave him, which is why it took us a while to find together. I should have known my words were going to hurt him unimaginably. He thinks he did something wrong, but it’s not him. It’s never him. He’s damaged, but he’s nothing if not perfect to me, most of the time. 

I’m heavily crying at this point, trying to conceal my sobs, but it’s not working. The water is loud, not loud enough to fool Matt’s hearing, but even if he were to hear it, he knows better than to provoke me any further. He doesn’t know what’s going on and neither do I, so it’s just the two of us silently waiting for the other to come around. He shouldn’t have to feel that way. And so I cry more because God, I do not deserve that man. I don’t deserve his kindness or his love. I don’t. I really, really don’t. 

And once I’m out of the bathroom, I remember why I don’t deserve him. 

The table is set for two. Candles substitute for the harsh ceiling light. He knows it gives me headaches sometimes. He put a bowl out for me and a glass of wine. White wine. The sweet kind. The kind he hates but keeps around in case I ever need a glass. He’s drinking red wine. It’s cheap, but it looks expensive and he likes to feel special from time to time. 

I hug my arms around my body. He has his back turned to me, fixing a salad in the kitchen - I must have forgotten it. The way he moves is almost angelic. He moves as if nothing happened, as if I didn’t just treat him like a bitch. He’s singing my favorite song or humming it, anyway. The room smells of him and me and the food I loathed before, but watching him do all of this for me, even now, is sucking the air out of my lungs and suddenly, I don’t mind the thought of eating with him.

I only want one thing. I don’t want to ask for it and he’s not going to do anything unless I talk. We agreed on that from the beginning, no matter what kind of intimacy it involves. Without consent or a proper conversation, nothing will happen. And I curse myself for not being able to speak without the tears blocking my view again. 

“There’s a sweater on the couch,” he states. He knows I’m cold. “And some fuzzy socks, if you want.”

The clothes smell like him. 

“I put some more salt in the pasta. I think you forgot to salt the water, so I took it upon myself. I hope you don’t mind. Also, I tried to make your favorite salad dressing, but I’m not sure if I managed to get it right this time.”

He smiles and then his glasses are gone and he has an apron on and he looks like he loves me, really loves me, and that’s it. I pull my legs up to my chest, falling deep into the couch and I cry. All the pain just comes exploding out of me like an active volcano. 

The leather dents next to me. “Comfort or solution?” he asks. It’s so casual, I get the feeling he’s not mad at me. 

“I don’t know,” it sounds so broken.

His arm finds around my shoulder. “Is this okay?” I can only nod. Yes.

He moves me gently so I’m in his lap and he can rock me like a baby. It feels good to be loved like this, but it’s also suffocating. Still, I can’t help but fall deeper into his hold because this is, in fact, all I needed. Too stubborn to ask for it, I almost ruined something good. I know I did. He knows, too, but unlike me, he knows the difference between me being mad at him and being mad at the world. He knows I don’t mean what I say unless we’re fighting, and this isn’t it. We’re not fighting. I’m just angry and I want to cry, even while crying, and that makes me cry even more. 

“You want to talk about it?” he asks once I can finally breathe again. 

I blow my nose like a disgusting person and say, “Yes. No. I don’t know. Maybe.” And that about sums up all of my life. 

“Is it school?”

I shake my head. If it’s not school, it can only be one other thing. 

“Work?”

I nod. 

“Anything happen or just a bad day?”

“Bad day.”

“That’s why you yelled at me? I didn’t do anything wrong?”

“No,” I say truthfully for the first time. “I’m just angry. I don’t know, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. Maybe next time try telling me though. I was actually scared I did something until I heard you cry in the shower.”

I don’t know what’s wrong with me and I tell him that, to which he only chuckles. 

“You know how many times I acted hostile towards you after a long day?” he says. “It happens. It’s okay.”

“I just… I’m so stressed all the time. I hate work and I hate people and I hate not getting paid enough or on time, but I can’t quit because you know, I’m me and they know that, so they take advantage of my inability to say no, and it sucks because I’m so tired of working more than I go to school, but I need the money, and so I can’t leave until I’ve found another job, but no one else wants me, so now I’m here, trying to see the good in this stupid job, but I don’t. I can’t. I hate it. I hate everything and everyone and I hate myself and I think I’ll get my period soon because this should not be upsetting me this much.”

His hand on my back manages to soothe me. 

“Thank you,” I say, and I mean it.

He smiles down at me, all loopy, and his sightless eyes are focused somewhere on my forehead, which makes everything so much better. 

“I love you.”

And yes, I love him too. I love him so fucking much, it hurts. 

“I love you too, Matty.”

As soon as I say his name, he knows what I want. He knows I need to destress. He knows I can’t eat until I can forget. 

“Is there something I can do?” he asks, but damn him, he already knows. 

“Can you…” no, I can’t ask him for that.

“Yes?”

“Matt, can…” No. “You know what, never mind.”

“No, sweetheart. Tell me. What do you need?”

“I just…” my chest heaves a frustrated groan. “IneedyoutoeatmeoutuntilIcantremembermyname.”

He enjoys it. He gets off on it, my desperation. “Sorry, what?”

“You heard me.”

“I don’t think I did. Can you repeat that?”

“God.” My face is burning. 

“I’m sorry, it’s just, this is the first time you actually asked me and I love hearing you ask for the things you want. It’s sexy.” 

Somehow, that’s even worse. My thighs clench like I’m some pathetic little schoolgirl with a crush on her teacher. 

“You know, maybe you can ask for a raise tomorrow, or quit altogether,” he says. “But for that to work, you have to tell me what you want right now.”

“I asked you to eat me out until I can’t remember my fucking name!”

“Thank you. Wasn’t so hard, was it?”

If there is one thing Matt Murdock is incredibly skilled with, it’s his mouth. And I don’t just mean the words that come out. Essentially, it’s all in his tongue. He’s managed to render me speechless on more than one occasion, and he knows. He knows I love when he touches me, but there are times when it has to be about me, and only me, and he’d gladly suffocate between my thighs. He’s told me that time and time again.

He keeps telling me to ask him if I want something. I never do. I hate asking for it because it’s embarrassing. It’s good that he knows what he’s doing, that bastard because if he didn’t, I wouldn’t be cumming and I wouldn’t tell him. Somehow he always gets the job done, no matter how stressed I am. 

That’s why I need it so badly. I need him to take care of me, no matter how long it takes. I know it might take a while because I’m tense and he knows too. He reads my body like an open book. That’s how he knows I’m horny before I even do. 

He doesn’t move for another minute. He just stares at me. “You want me to take care of you?” he asks.

“Please,” I beg. 

“Guess I’ll have dessert before dinner today then.”

He lifts my head and then he’s suddenly on top of me. He’s sliding me up the couch so he can fit in between my legs. I’m dressed in shorts, a t-shirt, and his sweater and for a second I wonder if it’s even worth it. I’m ovulating, I’m bloated. I feel like shit. My hormones are all messed up. I can feel the weight of my boobs tear on my back and I’m pretty sure the hairs on my legs prickle his cheek as he kisses them. It’s making me want to take back everything I asked of him. 

My confidence has taken a low blow this past week. 

Though Matt doesn’t care, he never does. He digs his nose between my thighs and takes the longest whiff I’ve seen him take in a while. To be fair, the last time we saw each other, he was busy with work. We didn’t have time for intimacy, which hardly ever happens. He moans. 

Smug bastard.

“You’re so beautiful,” he tells me. It melts my heart. The compliment means so much more knowing he can’t physically see me. To him, I’m beautiful. He couldn’t care less about what I looked like. Although sometimes I wonder what picture he has made up of me in his mind. 

His lips are on mine fast. I can’t help but sigh. They’re so soft. He doesn’t rush, he just kisses me and then kisses me some more. I tangle my hands in his hair. I’m sure, this is what heaven must be like.

“Let’s take this off.” His sweater joins my shorts on the floor. “May I?” He hooks his fingers underneath the waistband of my panties. “Or do you want me to keep them on?”

I have no doubt he could do it with five layers in between and still make me cum.

“Off,” I say. I want this. I have to remind myself that my insecurities mean nothing – he loves me. He wants to do this for me. He wants to do this because he likes it, or else he would say it. 

Matt is vocal, but I’m not. If he doesn’t want to do something, he’ll say. Can’t say the same about me, which is why he asks repeatedly, even after I already told him it’s okay. He wants to make sure I’m on board, that I don’t feel pressured and can pull out any time I want, but I don’t, because the second the cold air hits my bare cunt, all I want is him. 

I can feel his eyes searching for me. “Hey,” he says my name. “We’re not playing this time, okay? You can cum when you need to and how many times you want to. You just have to lay back and relax. I’ll take care of you.” 

He intertwines our fingers on either side of my spread thighs before he dives into me. It’s slow and steady. He doesn’t care about fucking me with his tongue like he usually does. He licks and bites, but mostly, his tongue and lips stay around my clit and they suck. They suck so good, I see stars behind my eyes. His touch sends shocks down my spine. My sensitive walls clench around thin air, but his head is so far between my thighs, I still manage to feel full. 

But no matter how hard I try, I can’t focus. It feels so good, way too good, and on any other day, I would’ve come by now. His beard burns into the inside of my thigh as I rock against him. I try to, but it’s exhausting. I can feel the coil in my lower belly clear as day, and yet it’s too far out of reach. I need it, I crave it. 

I can hear myself saying, “This could take a while.” And he laughs because he finds it funny. It’s not funny though, it’s serious. I hate the fact that he makes me feel so good and I can’t find it in myself to enjoy. 

“Close your eyes,” his breath fans hot against my folds. “And just stop thinking.” 

He makes it his mission to ruin me. I close my eyes and as soon as I do, he’s on me. It’s not just his mouth. One of our joined hands reaches up to touch my breast – he twists my nipple through the shirt until it’s hard and has his attention. The other reaches behind me and lifts my hips. The next thing I know, he has me propped up on a pillow. The muscles in my lower back relax. I sigh. It’s so good. 

He’s given up on slow and steady. His head moves in circles as he abuses – I don’t have another word for it – my clit and eats the rest of me like a man starved. I realize I need it fast and I need it hard. He knows it before I do. His tongue expertly parts my wet folds, a mix of arousal and spit trickling down my thighs, but I could care less. He’s inside of me and then his thumb is there and it’s rubbing and rubbing and rubbing and I’m so fucking close, the knot in my stomach feels like it weighs a hundred pounds, and it’s applying sweet, sweet pressure on cunt. 

“Fuck!” I throw my head back into the leather. My back arches impossibly high, and his head squished tightly between my thighs. I need him closer. His hair is so soft, it makes me want to cry, and I do. I cry, but not in a sad way. I cry out because yes, God yes! and then I’m cumming, suddenly and without warning, hard, all over his face, and it doesn’t stop. He doesn’t stop.

The growl is animalistic. It vibrates perfectly through my pussy and I can’t help it – it barely takes two minutes until his lips start hurting so good as they keep sucking my clit, a series of ‘one more’ leaves his lips in a plea, and I’m rocking against him hard. I’m begging him, “Matt,” but I’m not sure what for. 

“C’mon,” he says, “you can give me one more.”

He’s right. God, I hate when he’s right. My toes curl and I push his face so deep into me, I’m convinced he’s running out of air, but that’s what makes him moan and it sends me over the edge.

I’m pretty sure I passed out. The pleasure is so intense, my stomach feels like it’s being torn apart and then put back together. The world is dark and for the first time today, quiet. 

Something nudges my cheek softly. It’s his hand. Matt kisses me and I can taste myself on his lips. “Hey,” he coaxes me back into lucidity. “There you are. Are you okay?”

I nod.

“You need anything?”

It’s a reflex, reaching for him. He gasps slightly when my hand touches between his thighs, expecting to find a visible bulge, but there is none. I’m not sure if it’s my mind playing tricks on me, but there is a visible wet spot where his dick is supposed to be. 

“Did you-“ I finally open my eyes. He looks so drunk in the candlelight. I realize then that he is drunk on me. 

He buries his head in my neck. “You’re not the only one who’s been worked up all week,” he says. 

“You just- oh, my God.” I never thought it possible that it could be enough for him. “Thank you.” 

“No, thank you. You’re always so good to me. Good girl. But I think-“ his finger steals my breath as it circles my entrance and promptly slips it inside of me. “You can cum for me again.” 

I arch into him. My chest brushes against his. Our shirts suddenly feel like too much clothing and I’m desperate, so I tear at the buttons until they come apart. He has his arm back underneath me, holding me flush against him as if he’s afraid I might slip away. 

A wanton moan escapes me. “That’s it,” and his praise is even better. “Think you can take another one?”

He adds a second finger. It burns but only because even after a year, I’m still struggling to take any part of him. His fingers are thick and they’re rough and they’re scratching my inside walls just right. They massage the flesh. He’s pumping his fingers in and out and in and out, and he adds his thumb back on my clit because he knows I won’t be able to cum without it.

All of the stress falls off my shoulders. I feel him everywhere, his kisses, his touch, his hard nipples against mine. He’s hard again, poking against my thigh. I reach for him and he whines, he whines into my mouth. I’m not sure which one of us will come first. I suppose it’s me, it’s always me. He makes sure it will be me.

He hits as deep as he possibly could. His fingers curl inside of me and then, “There it is!” Is so victorious, it makes my eyes roll back. He keeps hitting that particular spot over and over again. My hand clutches his shoulder. I want to scream, but all that comes out is a series of whined and pathetic moans. I can’t help it, my muscles contract around him. 

“Damn, you’re gonna break my fingers,” he says. His chuckle is breathless. “You close?”

I hum.

“Do me a favor,” and I expect him to tell me anything but what he requests, “Don’t cum.” 

It’s rude. It’s cruel and it’s vile and I want to murder him because just as he says it, the coil tightens impossibly tight and I need to let go. It’s painful to hold it in, especially now. But I do as he tells me nonetheless. I want to please him. 

“Matt,” I moan. He’s so unfair and he knows it.

He smirks. “Just hold on a little longer.”

“I can’t!”

“Yes, you can. I know you can.”

“St- oh, fuck!” He hits my sweet spot with twice the intensity. I almost cum, but only almost. I keep it together, no matter how much it hurts, and it’s making tears prick at my eyes. “Please, just let me cum,” I hate begging him. “Please, Matty.”

“Shhh. We’re almost there.”

His thumb speeds up. I can see heaven. God is reaching his hand out for me. My stomach is in a tight knot, so tight, the silk might rip any second. The pressure is unreal. My muscles have been trained by him, I admit, but nothing can prepare you for this. Nothing can prepare you for the times when Matt has his mind set on something and he’s going to take it. He’s going to take you. 

I can’t think. It’s too much. I know I’m going to disappoint him. The animal inside of me is beyond satisfied and she wants out. She wants to let go. She loves the feeling of his fingers buried to the hilt inside of her. She loves him, and loving him tends to turn into sweet, sweet torture.

I moan his name again. His cock twitches underneath his dress pants, hot against my fingertips. 

“Almost,” he promises. “I just want to try something.”

What could he possibly want to-

“Cum.”

I’m flying. My back lifts off the couch and if it wasn’t for him, I would be dead by now. My body is shaking. It’s earth-shattering and it’s wet and it’s everywhere. I can feel the orgasm tearing me apart from the inside, blood rushing in my ears. My senses go black. I can’t see, feel or breathe. Everything is too much. It’s burning, it’s heavy, but it’s amazing.

His fingers don’t stop until he has milked the last drop of me until even the last ounce of stress has left my body and I’m limp. I’m a corpse. I’m barely breathing, a wet sack of potatoes in his arms. 

God, the look on his face. He’s cumming too. The wet patch on his pants has doubled. It’s not from me, although I’m suddenly very aware of the fact of what he just made me do.

“Oh.”

“Fuck,” he growls. “That was amazing.”

I never expected to have it in myself. “Oh, Jesus.” My words are highly blasphemous but I don’t care. I’m not even sure how to feel. The blush creeps up my cheeks and I close my legs a little. Everything is so wet. It’s all me and some of him, but mostly me. Just spurts of cum all over his hand and his couch.

He clicks his tongue, shoving my thighs apart. “Don’t go shy on me now,” he says.

“No, it’s embarrassing.”

“Embarrassing? Sweetheart, I’ve never felt more proud of myself.”

“I just- your couch. Oh, God.”

“I’m pretty sure the couch will survive it. Leather is easier to clean. How do you feel?”

I sigh, snuggling against his chest. “Better,” I have to admit. “Much, much better.”

“Good.” He kisses my neck. “Can I have my fingers back now?”

“No.” I like the feeling of him inside of me, even if it’s just his fingers. It makes me feel complete, almost. 

“Okay.” 

“Just gonna rest my eyes now.”

“You do that, sweetie. I’ll be here.” 

And he is. He always is. I wake up, and he’s there, and he always will be because he promised me this is forever. Us. Me and him. And I realize then that I’ve never been more in love with another person than I am in love with Matt Murdock.

[forever-rogue]

Hi!! I've seen you account recently and I was thinking maybe you could write eddie munson x reader when the reader is always so guffy and childish. So reader is sick like have really bad fever and is weary weak, almost fainted because of that and Eddie take kare of them and maybe lullaby them to sleep by singing them and rocking them please

Also English isn't my mother language so please forgive me for any mistakes love you

Feel free to ignore me if you want to byee

AN | No, but Eddie would take such good care of you 🥺🥰

Warnings | sick!reader

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.2k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie 

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You knew that something was off as soon as you woke up that morning. Your head was pounding, you felt fatigued despite the fact that you’d gotten plenty of sleep, and your throat was taking on a dry, scratchy feeling. 

You’d experienced enough life and were definitely smart enough to put the pieces together. The conclusion to which, naturally, was that you were getting sick and coming down with…something. 

Once you were up and had taken a shower, you walked back into the bedroom you shared with Eddie and found him still sound asleep since he started at his job later than you did. Every fiber of your being yearned to crawl into bed with him and let him hold you…but you also didn’t like to succumb to something so simple. Besides that, if you were getting sick, you didn’t want to be around Eddie too much and potentially get him sick as well. Although by this point, you were sure that he’d probably already be exposed to whatever you had.

It was with a heavy heart and tired bones that you got dressed, made coffee, and headed out the door to work. In an effort to keep everyone else safe, you’d already decided that you were going to lock yourself into your office and keep to yourself. 

Hopefully this wouldn’t turn into anything too bad.

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Making it through the work day had been a challenge and a half. It had, realistically speaking, ended about an hour before you were actually off, when you’d managed to fall asleep at your desk. You were thankful for closing the door; it would have been an awkward situation to explain. Your head had been on the desk and you had been drooling…needless to say you were out of it.

You probably should have called and asked your husband for a ride, but you hated the idea of bothering him, so you sucked it up and got yourself home. As soon as you walked in and dropped your bag and kicked off your shoes, you made your way over to the couch and collapsed onto it. A groan escaped your lips at the feeling of your sore body hitting the soft fabric. You grabbed the blanket at the end of the couch and pulled it over you, cuddled up as you gave in and took another nap. Your body was desperately craving it and you were too tired to fight it.

It wasn’t until Eddie came home that you awoke again, and not until you felt his soft touch on your shoulder. Your heavy eyes opened slowly as you found him looking back at you with a look of concern. 

“What’s wrong, princess?” he didn’t miss a beat and you silently cursed how observant he managed to be. You tried to shake your head and reassure him that you were fine but…definitely fell flat. Your throat was dry and scratchy and sound barely came out as you looked at him pathetically, “aww, baby. You’re sick, aren’t you?”

“No,” you croaked out, fooling either of you. Eddie huffed as crouched down and held the back of his hand to forehead. The corners of his mouth tugged into a frown, “I just need some rest.”

“Baby-”

“Really,” you insisted, “‘m fine.”

“You have a fever,” he raised his eyebrows as you fervently shook your head, only making the pounding worse. 

“Are you a doctor now?" There was a pretty pout on your lips that Eddie wanted to kiss sway. You tugged up the blanket so it was covering your face. He chuckled fondly as he brushed your hair out of your face.

"Yes," he cheesed happily, "Dr. Concerned Husband. Now let me take care of you, stubborn thing."

"I can handle myself," your defenses were slowly coming down. Maybe it was Eddie's puppy dog eyes or the ache in your bones; probably a combination of the two. 

"I know you can," he promised softly, "but I don't want you to have to. I've got you."

You looked at him, attempting to be strong, but once you saw those big, brown eyes, you couldn't handle it anymore. The tears started to pearl up and rolled your cheeks as your lip trembled and you sniffled. Eddie silently wrapped his arms around you, holding onto you gently and rubbing your back in soothing circles. You burrowed your face into his chest, long beyond thinking about getting him sick; he clearly didn’t care and you knew that you’d take care of him if the roles were to reverse. A few small, pathetic sounds escaped your lips “‘m sorry for being such a baby. I just feel so shitty.”

“That’s not you being a baby, baby,” he peppered kisses to the side of your head, “that is you have a normal reaction to not feeling well.”

“I just wanna go to bed and sleep,” you pouted at him and he nodded in acknowledgment, silently commiserating with you. 

“I know baby,” he promised, stroking his thumb over the apple of your cheek, “but have you eaten today? Maybe a nice hot shower or bath would help.”

“I ate some yogurt this morning,” you already knew that Eddie was going into full blown mother hen mode, “but I wasn’t feeling good at all, so I didn’t eat anything else.”

“I think you should eat something,” he chided softly, “even if it's just some broth, yeah? Something simple and lots of water.”

“Then maybe a bath?” the idea of soaking your tired, aching bones into a tub of hot water and soft bubbles sounded magical. Eddie nodded softly as you relaxed slightly; if you were being honest, just his mere presence was already making you feel better, “will you join me?”

“As if I’d miss that opportunity,” he teased, brushing his fingers along your jaw. You started to laugh, but it was quickly turned into a coughing fit, “oh honey. You are going to rest here, in a warm little nest, while I go and make some soup. After that it’ll be a bath and then - and  you’re not going to work tomorrow.”

“Eddie.”

“Princess,” he took your face in hands and you could see the love that was etched into his features, “I’m going to take care of you and that’s not up for debate. Yes?”

“Yes,” you promised softly, “I love you.”

“I love you.”

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“You want me to undress you?” there was a small bit of amusement in his voice as you held your arms and offered him a sheepish little expression, “yeah, you do. Alright, pretty girl, let me help you.”

Eddie’s movements were gentle and tender as he slowly took off your sweater and bra, before following suit with your jeans, underwear and socks. You half expected him to make a comment about the current situation, but tonight he didn’t. Instead he studied you with reverent affection, “don’t - I look horrid probably.”

“On the contrary,” he made it clear that there was no room for argument, “you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. You always are - but now, into the tub and do not argue with me.”

“Fine,” you huffed playfully as he held out his hand to help steady you as you stepped into the tub. An unstoppable sigh of relief at the feeling of the warmth and the lavender smell of the bubbles escaped your lips as you eased your body into the tub. Once you were all settled and engulfed in the water, you closed your eyes, “this feels like heaven.”

“Well, this is certainly my idea of heaven,” his smile was beaming as you peeked one eye at him, “but right now I just want to make you feel better.”

“Join me.”

“Don’t you want me to wash your hair? And your body?” he raised an eyebrow in amusement as you shook your head, “never heard you turn that down before. That’s how I know you’re really not doing well.”

“Just wan’ you,” you were ready to plead with this man if you had to, “please, my love? Pretty please with all the cherries on top?”

“You don’t have to beg,” your husband stood up and whisked his shirt, revealing his pale, inked torso - which you shamelessly marveled at - before practically kicking off his jeans. You laughed softly, stopping yourself before it turned into another coughing spell, “you can have whatever you want.”

“Well, I want you,” you scooted over to the other side of the tub so he could get in. Eddie gently lowered himself into the water, grimacing slightly at how hot you liked the water. He made a sound of content as his legs bracketed yours, “hi.”

“Hi,” he whispered back, holding his hand out to you, “you really gonna stay at the other end of the tub?”

“No,” you shrugged, “but didn’t want to assume you wanted me right in your space.”

“I always want you in my space,” he scoffed, “that’s never anything you have to doubt.”

You let him tenderly pull you over, settling on his thighs as you sat back and leaned against his chest. He wasted no time in wrapping his arms around your waist as you sighed wistfully. Eddie pressed a row of soft kisses to your shoulder, and you turned your face to kiss his cheek. 

“This feels nice,” you were already feeling sleepy again as your eyes started to flutter close, “I’m sorry in advance if I fall asleep for a few minutes.”

“I’m not,” you really, really loved this stubborn, strong-willed man, “you need your rest and you’re going to get it. No if, ands, or buts.”

“Yes sir,” you reached for his hand and laced your fingers together, smiling when you felt him give your hand a squeeze. 

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“Come on baby,” your eyes opened slowly at the sound of his voice as you looked up at him. He was already dressed in clean pajamas, holding out a warm towel for you, “let's get you to bed sleepyhead.”

“I bet you warmed that towel, huh?” you stood up slowly, immediately swallowed by the towel that Eddie wrapped around your body. Just as you suspected, it was extra warm and fluffy, “you did! What an amazing husband you are.”

“Yeah, yeah,” his cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink as you made sure your entire body was covered, “whatever you say sweetheart.”

He steered you towards the bedroom before pulling back the covers, “bed has never looked so good before.”

“Stay there for one moment,” he was out of the room and running back downstairs before you could even say anything. You saw down on the edge of the bed, already fatigued by the simple act of getting out of the bath. Within a few moments you heard him run back up, breathless by the time he re-entered the bedroom, but grinning nonetheless. He held up your clean, warmed pajamas with a small sound of triumph, “ta-da. All ready for you, baby.”

Without you even needing to say a word, he came over to help dress you, his movement slow and methodical. Once he was done, you were thoroughly warm and sleepy, smiling at him like a fool, “thank you, my love. You are so wonderful.”

“You know I’d do anything for you,” he tossed the towel to the side, a worry for later, before starting to tuck you in, “now you can get some rest.”

“Only if you get in with me.”

“That was my plan,” he pulled the covers up and made sure you were bundled, “I’m just going to get us some water, okay?”

“My hero!”

“Very funny,” he pecked your forehead, “I’ll be back in a moment, baby.”

“I’ll be right here.”

“You better be,” he shot you a wink before reluctantly leaving you, even if it was just for a few moments. 

Eddie tidied up the kitchen for just a moment before getting plenty of water and going back up the stairs. By the time he made it back into the bedroom, you were already asleep and snoring softly. He was glad - you needed and deserved the rest. He set the water down on the nightstand by your side of the bed, making sure to put some medicine there as well.

He brushed the away the few locks of hair that were in your face before kissing your cheek. You made a small sound but didn’t stir otherwise; he was almost positive that a small smile was tugging up the corner of your mouth.

“Good night, sweetheart,” he whispered, turning off the light before walking to his side of the bed. He crawled into bed next to you, delicately as possible so he wouldn’t disturb you, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Eddie.”

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Been here for a while, enjoying your fics. ❤️

Could you consider to write something including post - concussion emeto? Maybe with Matthew, because who else would be hit 😅

Greetings,

A.

Hello A.! I'm so happy you are enjoying yourself, that's super sweet! ❤️ Thank you so much for the request! Ran away from me a little but includes what you wanted :D I'm very honoured.

This one's crying, the other's sick

Seline is upset and crying. Matthew comforts her, when it turns out he came home with a concussion.

There will be no direct trains because of construction work. You can take the bus and the train connection, but we can't guarantee your way if either is delayed.

Just great. Exactly what she needed for the travel home to see her parents.

Seline knew she was freaking out for no reason. This fact didn't make it any easier to not do it.

Her life has always been divided into two places. Bratislava and Vienna. Home and school, parents and friends, Slovak and German.

She knew and her parents knew that her life was heading into the direction of Vienna - more money, more prestige, the use of languages. Slovakia was a nice home, but everyone who had any sense, ambition and knew just a bit of English moved out for college and never returned.

But Seline doubted as many people had such a good relationship with their parents. That's why she wasn't moving out even after 10 years of travelling. She even felt sorry for all her classmates and colleagues, many of which had to move to Vienna at 18 for university. Without parents and roots and childhood friends. Independence and adult responsibilities. Or were they proud of it? Was it a good thing they couldn't be children for that long?

When she asked her friends from countries farther away, like Bulgaria or Italy, they said it was fine. That they couldn't imagine living with their parents again or still. That it was nice to live alone.

Maybe they just didn't like being around them as much as Seline. Having such close relationship with your own mother was from what Seline could see, quite the exception. Her mother was her most trusted friend, her confidante, her idol and advisor. Seline's friends didn't call their mothers for two hours a day and they didn't visit every weekend and they didn't...

Seline wouldn't have moved out if it wasn't for the fights with her younger brother. And because she got good work at the university as an assistant, but that was running out. Every year was a risk of not getting the contract prolonged. She considered studying another master degree, cause as long as she was a student, they were more likely to keep her. Graduated non-students were more expensive because of taxes. PhD students were the most risky, cause they go no funding without an actual job at a project or faculty. And those were all temporary, only for a limited amount of years. Not to mention the law in Austria that you couldn't work at the same university more than 8 years on temporary contracts, which was supposed to protect university staff. Except the universities, instead of employing people without temporary contracts, didn't employ them at all, until they came with a few years of foreign experince. Go for a two years to England. Or France. Or anywhere else. Uproot yourself and maybe we will get you back.

Very family friendly.

So it somehow happened that Thursday morning she found out that her train for Friday to visit her parents would take 1.30h instead of 50 minutes and because the bus could be late and the train that you should change after wouldn't wait in the case it was, meant she would be straned somewhere in Parndorf.

So she would have to take the train before, that was direct and safe, which meant she would travel for an hour earlier, miss the connection she would have if the train were normal, wait two hours at the main station in Bratislava to get to her parents house. Her house. Whatever it was.

This would normally not anger her to the point of tears, but it was about a week before her period, so PMS was hitting her hard.

She didn't want to go to the train sooner. Or wait at the station because she missed the direct beautiful train that would get her to the home town near Bratislava.

She could take a taxi and pay more. Or take her own car. But Seline hated driving. It was stressful and fearsome and horrible responsibility and each bigger car or faster driving car made her jump in her seat in deadly fear. Her father would scoff at her for being so panicked about it. That she should drive more to get rid of it.

Well. Because of the fear, her main goal was not to drive.

Either with time with the train, with money with the taxi or with effort and nerves with the car. Nothing was for free.

She left her car at her parents anyway. Didn't need it in Vienna with all their great public transport connections. It was a relief she didn't gave to consider going with a car and no one could guilt her into using it.

She had two roomates who liked driving and cars. But she couldn't exactly ask them for a 1 hour long drive on the highway to Bratislava to see her parents.

Isaiah didn't complain about her visiting her parents during weekends. Since their schedules at university weren't packed, they had most Mondays free and other days during the week with only one seminar or online class here and there and could be together.

Seline loved not having to commute. To stay in bed until 11, talk with Isaiah over lunch, take a walk in the park or by the river and go to a seminar at 5 in the evening, meet with friends after or a bit before. Leisure nice days. Working 8-5 terrified her. She loved the flexibility, the way she could rule her time, do homework or write essays whenever she felt like, write stories and her poems whenever she was inspired, listen to music till 2 in the morning or binngewatch series all evening.

Though evening were usually reserved for movie nights with the whole trio. She loved those too.

Standing between two worlds was always a trait of hers. Something she was at peace at. But deciding between one home or the other, one city or the other and the time between pained her still, or even more so, after 10 years of back and forth.

If she could just buy that two generational house somewhere close to Vienna, on the fringes of the city and have them all there. Travel would take 20 minutes with the subway, her parents and her pack would be at the same place and they could have a view on the fields and not on the people and noise filled buildings of the city...

Except her parents still worked in Bratislava, and her grandmother and her uncle lived there and their families lived there and...and her parents didn't even speak German.

She could go back and live in Slovakia. She would get a high paid job just for speaking German and English so well. Lots of her friends from primary school did that. Those that didn't leave for France, US, Belgium or as far as Australia, that is.

She never saw her future in Bratislava. Not with the communist looking buildings and shabby streets and corrupt government and horrible health care. But she grew up around fields, open sky and on the train. City life was culturally shocking.

Seline walked back and forth on her floor, stamping her feet in anger. She let the frustrated tears loose, no one was home. Updating her train app if the connections didn't change after all didn't bring any new results for the 5th time.

She ended up in the hall, by the stairs, leaning against the wall. Today was a good day to wallow in self-pity as any. Hugging her knees, she cried quietly, half-realizing she was just being dramatic and the situation wasn't half as bad as her riled up emotions would have her believe.

"Whoa, hey. Are you crying for real?"

Seline almost jumped out of her skin at Matthew's tone, shooting up to her feet. "W-what are you doing here?!"

Matthew stood on the last step of the steps next to her. His knuckles were still wrapped in white bandages, so must have been boxing and returned sooner. He was gripping the railing tight and looked pale and tired, but the sarcastic tone and raised eyebrow chased her worries away. "I live here. Duh."

"T-that's my floor." She hurriedly rubbed at her face to get rid of the moisture. "I didn't hear you arrive."

"You were...preoccupied," Matthew said dryly. "So what's up? Did something happen? Should I go beat someone up?"

Seline chuckled despite the tears and her emberassment for him to catch her like this. "No. That's really sweet, but not at all necessary."

Matthew gave her a dubious look, then crouched down on the ground next to her, sliding down the wall slowly. "Something must have happened."

"Nothing happened. I'm just being silly." She waved his concern away, trying to smile.

"Uhm. Do you want me to call Isaiah?"

"No!"

Matthew blinked at her vehemence.

Seline ran her hands through her hair and sat down back next to him, back against the wall. "Nothing happened. It would just worry him."

"If he could comfort you, I'm sure he would be happy to worry. Maybe I just can't say what you need to hear."

"It's fine. Seriously. I'm overreacting because of hormones. Nothing is wrong." She flushed a little, realzing she said hormones, but when Matthew didn't laugh or say she was a hysterical girl, her shoulders slumped in relief and she relaxed a little.

"I didn't realize you two were so similar. Always such a put together front," Matthew commented, looking away with a sigh.

"You really want to hear my stupid reason?" She showed him the screen of her phone, too quickly for him to focus without realizing. "The trains won't be running at the time I wanted to go home tomorrow. I will have to leave early and wait up till my parents come home for them or take a risky train-bus connection that doesn't have to work out."

Stunned silence. "Can't you just drive?"

"No, I can't just drive," she said, annoyed. "I hate driving and I don't have my car here and you can go and say how this is my fault for not overcoming myself with the car and-"

"Fine, I give up." Matthew put his hands up in surrender. "You have a total right to hate driving. You want me to drive you?"

"I-" Seline spluttered for air. "I-I can't ask that of you-"

"Well, you aren't asking, I'm offering," Matthew said with a shrug. "I can drive you to your parent house and then go back. Your trains will work on Sunday, right? I can pick you up at the station."

Seline crossed her arms on her chest, avoiding his gaze. "It's just this one time. I can take the trains normally, the timing fits well, with them coming home and all. Just this once." Shouldn't she invite him over when he drives her that long? She didn't invite him or Isaiah to meet her family yet.

"It's no problem," he said tiredly. "Stop defending it like I'm moving a mountain for you. If you told this to Isaiah, even hinted at it, he would offer the same."

Seline nodded, eyes overflowing with tears again, this time from how touched she was. Seriously, today was such a stupid day. She was crying for everything. "Thank you."

"Oi. What now?" Matthew said, a little exasperated. He turned to her, wrapping his bandaged hand around her elbow and then pushed her forward against his chest.

Seline melted at the contact, pressing her crying face against his chest. Matthew enclosed his arms around her, practically dragging her to sit in his lap as he held her. She sat with her side and arm against his chest.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. This is just over emotion. Don't worry," she said reassuringly as his hug tighthened.

He sighed into her hair.

She laughed nervously against his ear, chin on his shoulder, wanting to fill the silence with something. "No way I want Isaiah to see me like this. Giant minus point, to have such an emotional girl on his hands. He would be running for the hills."

Matthew snorted. "But you don't mind me seeing?"

"You won't break up with me," she said with a half-broken smile.

"He wouldn't either."

"Not on the first time. But on the fifth time? Tenth time? I better not give him more difficult times if I can help it, before he starts counting."

Matthew shook his head. She could feel the movement against her face as she closed her eyes. "No one is counting. That's not what couples do."

"Oh really? It's all I'm doing. Counting how much we are giving each other and if it's still ends up in mutual benefit."

She could practically hear the eyeroll in his voice. "I don't think it's supposed to work like that. It's not a business deal."

"It's very similar. I have to be pretty enough, attractive enough, smart and entertaining so when I really really need something, I can get a favour and not waste on something stupid and minor like this-"

"Isaiah would run himself to the ground caring for you and never think of something like that."

"Well, that's just because he is kind and selfless and so self-sacrifacing towards everyone. Doesn't make me any special."

Seline frowned. "I love you."

Matthew leaned forward, his face in his hands, leaving her with the view on his back. "You think emotion doesn't play any role? People aren't just a list of plus and minus traits. You feel something about them too. If everyone was so strick as you say, I wouldn't make the list for anyone."

There was a beat of silence.

Matthew jerked underneath her, looking up, face going all red. "What? Where did that come from?"

"You are right." Seline shrugged. "I'm very rational about the whole dating thing, comparing and counting things, because I don't want the pink glasses to blind me to our compatability. But when it comes to friendships or family or...well, pack, it's all about feelings and I know what I feel. I love you. In the family sort of way."

Matthew rubbed his forehead, unsuccessfully trying not to blush. "You have never said it to Isaiah, you can't blurt it out like that to me."

Seline suspected there hadn't been enough people saying it to Matthew in general. "I love him too. But if we work out as a couple, I have to love him in that other, romantic way too. I'm not sure we are that far yet."

Yes, she was attracted to Isaiah. It's been very hard for her to fall in love, to respect let alone to admire someone else, so she was very happy she found him. And he was intelligent, thoughtful, considerate and he put so much effort into everything and she admired him for many things...but she never had such a long relationship, as she was not interested in dating in her teen years, and the inexperience was making her cautious.

Matthew shook his head, burying it in his hands once again. He was breathing all harsh and fast. She could feel his chest heave underneath her. She wrapped her hands around his neck, suprised at how sweaty he was and how weirdly pale...was he like that from the start?

"Hey, Matt-"

"You two should really," he gulped loudly, shuddering, "have a talk. Being this tense and counting around each other can't be- hrrrk-" he burped loudly, slamming a hand to his lips.

Seline retracted her arms back, putting one gently on his chest and the other on his stomach. He was still breathing so fast and his stomach was heaving, like it shriveled under her palms...and suddenly Matthew leaned to the side and gagged violently over her arms on the floor.

"Matt!" she yelped as his stomach heaved and he gagged again, this time bringing a mouthful of water. Seline rubbed his stomach, feeling it contract as he heaved the third time, this time bringing up a big wave of water. "What's wrong with you? Are you- did you- you were feeling sick the whole time?"

Matthew spat onto the ground, giving a full-body shudder. "Sorry. I just..."

"Is this some kind of flu? Did you eat something bad?" Crisis always brought a calm over her, making her practical. She could feel her mind clearing from trivial concerns, emotions in the backround.

"Not really. My sparrring partner got a really good hit to my head today...I guess I was feeling a little light-headed since then." He blurred his words together a little and he was still that sickly pale.

"Wait, you mean to tell me you are concussed?" She tried to scramble away from his lap, not wanting to add weight to his misery. He was feeling sick and dizzy from a hit to the head and let her blabber on?

He tighetned his hold again, squeezing her against him, hanging his head on her shoulder. "Sorry...can I just...I don't really want to move." He smiled crookedly. "I can't believe I survived climbing up the stairs."

"Matt, you silly fool. You should have said something." She threaded her fingers through his hair, looking for a bump. "Did you heal yourself?"

"A little. Didn't really stop hurting all the way. And my, ehmm, ears are ringing a little." He winced at her touch but didn't pull away.

"Come on, you should get some sleep." His head was basically limp on his neck, barely holding himself up. She figured he could sleep since he healed himself with this shadow. It must have been the symptoms that remained. "You can stay in my room, I can't really help with the stairs like Isaiah can. You will be more comfortable there, okay?" And they would get away from the mess on the floor.

Coaxing Matthew to unwrap himself took another 5 minutes. She held him under the elbow, trying to stabilize him, but they both knew he was too big for her to hold his weight, should he fall. He stumbled the few steps to her bedroom, holding onto the wall and her for support.

He basically collapsed on her favourite pillow, squeezing his eyes in a painful way that cued her in on the light. She closed the curtains on the windows and fetched a wash-basin from the bathroom, then climbed into the double bed with him.

"Hmmmm...Do I have too many minus points for vomiting to get another hug today?" Matthew mumbled sleepily, rolling to his side as she adjusted the covers over him.

"You are such an idiot," she said fondly, wiggling herself under his arm, face against his chest. It was a warm, comfortable position for her too.

"You sure Isaiah won't mind?"

Seline chuckled. "From you, he won't. My guess? He will end up sleeping here today too." She kissed the top of his forehead. "The basin is right next to you. Tell me if you feel sick again. Should I get you a painkiller?"

"Nah. Can't stomach it right now. Just stay."

It warmed something inside her that he wanted her so close, that he might have hugged her the first time for his comfort as well. Or maybe just for her. He was such a marshmellow, it was a shame it only came out when he was feeling sick.

@bellysoupset

[mikyur]

The ghost of the theater~

Yandere oc x Gn Reader

Warnings: watching the reader, slight obsession, mention of death, general Yandere behavior.

You find yourself in an office room of a theater, your office and your theater, your uncle recently died and in his will he made you the new owner of his precious theater.

At first you didn't want to accept such a responsibility, but remembering the few times you visited him you realized how much he loved that place.

And with that you agreed to take care of and manage the famous theater of your dear and only uncle and make this place even more famous, it's a shame that not everything is a bed of roses and soon problems began to arise.

And the problem was that thanks to his uncle's death, the theater's audience fell, as if only his presence made that place work, and without him it's as if everything had lost its life. And you didn't know what to do to reverse it.

And now what do we do? .You ask the manager, one of the men your uncle trusted most and who you knew was willing to do whatever it took to keep this place afloat.

Well, I was thinking of something that might bring the audience back, I just don't know if you'll agree . He speaks a little anxiously.

Right now I'm accepting anything.

I was thinking about doing a presentation on the story 'The Duke's Madness'.

And why do you think I wouldn't accept that?. You ask genuinely confused.

Don't you know the story and what happens when some theater tries to recreate it?.

No, I don't know. At your response he sighs and adjusts his glasses before looking at you again and speaking.

The story tells about a duke who, after going through humiliation and being rejected by his childhood friend and love of his life, makes a deal with a demon and with that he gains powers and with With these powers he attracts women to his forest mansion and these women become his wives forever.

Wow... this story is very interesting, but I suppose there's more, right?.

Of course there is more, but I'm not going to tell you, you'll have to look for the ending on your own, but the most important thing here is that there is a legend about this story, which says that all the theaters that tried to recreate it disasters happened.

Disasters?.

Yes, some have tried but bad things have always happened to them, like actors getting hurt in rehearsals, some employees getting sick and even deaths.

... serious?...

Well, that's what they say, but I don't particularly believe that, just as I don't believe the rumors that there's a ghost here.

Wait, they say there are ghosts here?

Yes, have you never heard? Kind of strange since you've already been here for three days. He speaks and adjusts his glasses back on his face.

No, I didn't know any of that. You said trying to absorb all the information suddenly given to you.

Anyway, I don't believe in these things and I really hope you don't either.

No, I don't believe it, so do you believe that this story will really help us to build the theater again?

It's what I expect.

...ok then, you can start preparing everything for the play because that's the story we're going to show at the reopening!. You don't know where it came from but you feel a sudden enthusiasm and hope that everyone else has the same enthusiasm to make the presentation.

Right now. He says this to you and leaves to start his work.

Ghosts are... they don't exist You tell yourself and start doing your own work.

Time passes and once again you are the last person to leave the theater, as a boss your job ends up being the longest, and yet another night you are walking to the main door to go back to your home.

But unlike other nights, this time you felt cold, a slight current of cold air passed you from behind, which is strange since everything was closed so there was no way wind passed through there, and even stranger and scarier was the sound of a person singing a beautiful melody on the speakers You hadn't left them on, there was no reason for anyone to leave them on, and who was singing?

Gathering your courage you decided to go after the voice, which was definitely in the stage area, it was probably an actor singing, he or she must be training, that's definitely it, it has to be That's what you thought going to the place of the melody.

But when we got there, another surprise was that there was no one on stage and the music had stopped, you sighed with relief, it must have been all in your tired head and almost turning around to leave. You see a person on one of the benches in the middle of the stage, and your fear returned a little but, overcome by curiosity, you went there to see who it was and ask them to leave the place since it was closed.

Look, I'm sorry but the theater is closed so I ask you to leave. You speak approaching the person.

I know it's closed, but I can't leave. You got close and saw that the person was extremely white and their clothes were very beautiful, almost as if they were from some ancient story.

As? You can not exit?

I can't, I'm stuck here.

What do you mean you're stuck there? Sorry girl but you better leave soon before I call the police.

How rude of me She finally leaves the place she was sitting in front of me and leans down to make a gesture of introduction, one of those very old ones that you only see in movies about castles and such. I'm Levi, but you can call me the ghost of the theater.

What?. You couldn't have heard right, right?

It's a pleasure to meet you, the most beautiful person who has ever stepped foot here and I must warn you right away that I am not a girl. He then says laughing a little at the end.

This can't be true. This person who you now know is actually a boy cannot be a ghost, ghosts don't exist!

This is the purest truth, as true as its beauty.

You remain silent, not knowing what to do or say, and then he sees that you are in trouble and decides to take your hand, or I mean, he tried to take you but you only felt a slight tingling and a cold feeling.

It saw? I'm not a living being like you, but I was before and used to be on that stage.

You... were an actor?

Yes, I loved this place, and I precisely died here, ironic, right?. And again he laughs, but I feel a little melancholy coming from him.

So that's why you're here?

Yes, I can't leave and I don't want to leave, and I must confess I'm surprised that you're still here talking to me instead of running away.

My uncle always said that we should be afraid of the living and not the dead, and you don't scare me.

Your uncle was an amazing guy, it's a shame he already had to go, I will miss him.

I will miss him too. You say thoughtfully, remembering the moments you spent with your uncle.

Well at least you're here and I know you'll take good care of my house. He says and reads with a smile.

How are you sure I'll take good care of it here?.

'Cause I feel it, and I trust a pretty face.

You blush a little at his speech and look away from his smile.

In any case, I have the impression that you purposely lured me here.

Yes, yes I did it, you are really smart!

Why?.

Because I wanted to be able to talk to you, since you arrived I have been watching you and I wanted to finally talk to you face to face.

Have you been watching me?. You ask surprised.

Yes! All the time, without stopping looking at you for even a second.

Wow...that's kinda...creepy?.

Scary? I don't think looking at something beautiful all the time is scary. He says thoughtfully and then looks back at you with a smile.

Ok...but from now on you can stop staring at me from the shadows, if you want to talk to me you can come to me, ok?.

He didn't say anything and just disappeared from view, as if he had never been here.

Levi?. You call him to make sure this wasn't all in your head.

I promise not to stare at you from the shadows anymore, little star~

I hear his voice as if it came from the wind and it gives you chills.

Will he really stop? Did this really happen? You ask yourself this, returning to the entrance so you can go home.

Sorry for any writing errors 7w7

[green-typewriterz]

Can you write some angsty stuff followed by fluff. Something with Harry styles.

Basically reader being heavier and insecure had no male attention all her life. She is a big time introvert and opens up after a lot of struggle. But her life changes when Harry makes an entry.

Until I Found You - Harry Styles

Harry Styles x fem!reader Summary: You’ve never been overly confident, but then someone comes along and makes you feel things you’ve never felt Warnings: angst to fluff, body insecurity, Harry being perfect as per usual Word count: 1K words

I hope this is what you were looking for lovely! Thank you so much for requesting!

You were no stranger to the judging stares that came with the industry you were in, fashion was a tough career as it is without everyone thinking you couldn’t be fashionable just because you weren’t thin. It’s not like you could escape it either, the main part of your job being styling overly self-obsessed celebrities who think they’re perfect and everyone else is ugly. You always tried to stay confident, posting outfit of the days and filtering out hate comments for your own mental health, but somehow some always got through and you would be lying if you said it never affected you.

You assumed this would be the same, some singer you didn’t really care enough about judging you and shitting on your outfit choices even though most of the time you put them in their own wardrobe and they were too stupid to realise they picked the clothes themselves. You walked into the dressing room to see this one particular celebrity talking with your PA who was helping him pick from the sequins you would later have to meticulously embroider.

“You must be Harry,” you spoke, walking over with your hand outstretched for him to shake, “I’m Y/N, I'm your designer!” He took your hand immediately, shaking it without breaking eye contact. He was wearing a simple short-sleeved t-shirt with a pair of ripped jeans. His hair was pushed back away from his face with a pair of brown Gucci sunglasses and he wore two necklaces, one made of pearl and the other a cross.

He smiled warmly before replying, “I know who you are. The famous Y/N Y/L/N? C’mon, you’re renowned. Thank you for taking the time to come and help me.” His voice was soft and genuine (which you will admit created butterflies in your stomach) then you quickly got to work on creating the outfit that he would wear to the Grammys. He pointed at crystals every now and then, commenting on how they’d match his shoes or his nails - which he planned to paint pink. At this current moment, they were a deep shade of blue, almost the same colour as his navy Adidas gazelles. 

You had just assumed that Harry was just being nice but - though he was being polite - he found himself unable to take his eyes off of you. He had heard about you through the endless attack of hate that you got just for looking how you look. Harry never understood it, he thought you were beautiful, often seeing photos of you and thinking of Italian Renaissance statues.

The day ended quickly and for that, you couldn’t be happier. You got in your car and cried, tears hot against your cheeks as you thought back to how you felt that day. Harry didn’t stop staring at you, at your body. You knew that most people didn’t like how you looked, but the fact that he looked at you for so long. It made you want to shrink into the floor. You were still in your car, having just stopped crying when you reached the impulsive part of your breakdowns so you got out your phone and sent a tweet.

Y/N

So fucking sick of all this body hatred in my line of work. My body is beautiful purely because it is mine and it exists, get over it.

You immediately closed your phone, knowing you wouldn’t feel regret until the inevitable negative comments came a few hours later. You drove home and collapsed onto your sofa, feeling overly proud of yourself for what you had tweeted. Well, that was until you got a text message from Harry asking if the tweet was about him. You weren’t sure how to respond, not wanting to face the problem head-on this early. But, deciding it could only get worse, you replied.

Y/N

So?

There was no reply for a while, then:

Harry

We need to talk this through in person. Meet me in St James’ Park. Please. - H

You froze. No one had ever done this before. You knew that it was getting late, but something was drawing you there so you grabbed your coat and a pair of gloves before rushing out the door, the park only being a five-minute walk from you.

You debated walking up to him, standing there hoping he would keep his eyes on the sunset so you could just turn around and go. Of course that didn’t happen. “Y/N. I wanted to apologise for today. I sincerely promise I didn’t mean to make you feel like that.” 

You crossed your arms, staring into his bright eyes. “Cut the shit. I have gotten the same treatment from every other celebrity I’ve worked with Harry. Each one thinks they're better than me because they have every person's dream body.” You spoke, your words creating a mist in the cold.

He shook his head and stepped closer. “I promise you. That’s not what I was thinking.”

You scoffed, looking away from him as you unfolded your arms. You didn’t believe him even though deep down you wanted to. He took your hands suddenly and you met his gaze again, his eyes filled with an emotion you’d never seen before. 

“Is it so hard to believe that I find you intoxicatingly beautiful?” He asked, brows furrowed in confusion. He stepped closer again. “Everything about you, call me corny but I feel like i haven’t seen beauty like yours since I saw the statues in Rome.”

You blushed as he slowly moved his hands from your hands to your waist, his soft grip settling there as if it were the place it was destined to be. You stared at his lips, seeing them curve into a soft smile full of adoration. He leaned in slowly, making sure you wanted the same as him. You met his lips in the cold, the taste of his mint gum lingering on his lips.

“I’ve always been crazy about you, Y/N.” He whispered as you pulled away. You rested your foreheads against one another, hands still on each other's waists. This was something you never wanted to end.

The sun had set a long while ago, but the two of you were still in the park, quietly talking as you held hands, looking at the stars from an old rickety bench. Harry liked you for both your body and your heart and that was something you thought you’d never get.

[llamagoddessofficial]

Odd question but do the daycare attendant of the skelly bois clean themselves? The models of Sundrop and Moondrop are… honestly quite fithly is you look at em, like Sundrop god a whole as grimy seemingly adult handprint on his chest and torso (same with Moon, but his slouch makes it harder to see/ notice). Which is concerning… being they work with kids, the health and safety of the daycare kids is their main priority. If the one taking care of them isn’t even clean, the lot of em would get sick right? Since they don’t got to strong immune systems yet. Or he’ll even making Mc sick

Sadly the daycare seems to be… honestly kinda abandoned in comparison to the rest of the pizzaplex, sure safety is something Fazbear has never really cared for, that’s easy af to see. Bur the daycare? Seems to do worse then most

Would Mc have to clean the big lads up? A “spa day” of sorts - Like give an an good scrub? Give em a new paint job and polish? Even with Skulls many arms there are places I asume they can’t really reach, Red I fell like will definitely tease at the intimate kinda touching, Sans will make this more difficult somehow and Skull? Just a absorb all the attention and affection he can get knowing him alright

Idk was just a thought, have a good day/ night night Llama

A great question!

Technically, the boys have to clean themselves. But you can imagine how something like that would slip under the radar, when you're juggling taking care of kids/cleaning up after them/preparing for them beforehand/being a makeshift security guard for the entire mall/holding back a secret third part of yourself out of fear he'll hurt someone. Usually, they manage the bare minimum of removing obvious stains. But there's some parts of themselves they can't see and don't think to clean. Not like they'll let anyone touch them, either, they're not keen on some rando getting handsy.

... In comes Mc. And after working with them, she decides they need a clean. Not just because of hygiene reasons- because they deserve to feel clean. Everyone does.

She gets clearance to come in on one of the rare days the mall is closed, to give the DCA something of a makeover. Unpaid, of course. The boys are more than happy to let her touch, so there's no issues there; and since she wants to make sure she doesn't miss anything, she cleans Red AND Sans.

Red gets the paint and marker crust scrubbed out of his joints, he gets his body wiped down and his tooth polished (he makes a joke about having something else she can polish, which results in a swift wack to the head), she picks dust out of his teeth and the cracks he never got around to until his joints are whirring smoother than the day he came to life. Sans gets his soft fabrics deep cleaned and steamed, his furs combed out until they're smooth, his sticky fingers wiped down... all in the dark by just the glow of his eyelights. She even repaints some of their respective markings- Red's stripes, and Sans' stars.

... At one point, she's cleaning Sans, and she turns around to wash off her cloth. And when she turns back... it's not Sans sitting there, anymore. Someone much taller is in his place, one great big eye staring down at her.

"... O-oh. Hi Skull. I-I didn't expect to see you today...!"

"..."

"... You wanna get cleaned too?"

...

... Skull gets HIS stars done in glow-in-the-dark paint.

[tip-top-cloud-surfer]

Sick Day - Forgotten Nest AU

AU Series Based on The Forgotten Nest

Summary: Nickie gets sick while Bradley is watching him.

Additional Warnings: Referenced Past Teenage Pregnancy, Angst, Crying, Non-Specific Illness

Word Count: 1.1k

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Bradley was back and forth between Lemoore and Miramar over the next few months. He would come down to Miramar when he was off or Cora and Nickie would make the drive up. But the five hour drive was not something that either party enjoyed.

So, when it came time for Bradley to apply for college, he decided to get his degree in San Diego to stay close to Nickie and Cora. Maverick let him live there while he went to school and worked. And by the time that Nickie turned three, they had a system down. 

During the day, Bradley was working part time and attending school. Around four or five in the afternoon, they would switch off. Cora got a part time job as a bartender at the Hard Deck and on nights that she wasn’t working, she was taking classes for her nursing degree. It was only one class at a time, but Cora was determined to get her degree. 

And while Bradley fully and heavily supported Cora’s decision to go back to school, the separated lifestyle that they created wasn’t really helping their personal relationship. They still weren't anywhere near where they were in high school. The puppy love was gone, replaced by hard decisions and stress. But Bradley was determined to work on that relationship, especially because it was tied to his relationship with Nickie. As his grandfather always used to say, the best way to love your children is to love and respect their mother.

But maybe Bradley just needed to focus on the dad part first.

"My throat hurts," Nickie whined as Bradley carried him to bed.

Cora had warned Bradley that Nickie seemed a bit low energy today, but it didn't really come to a head until it started to get dark. Nickie only ate about a fourth of his dinner and started to complain about a headache. Bradley tried to get him to settle and just rest, but then after about an hour, he noticed that Nickie was shivering. Quickly giving him a hot bath, Bradley got Nickie into pajamas and moved to get him to bed.

"I know, buddy, I'll get you some medicine, okay?"

Bradley set Nickie in his bed and pulled the blanket over him. Tucking Nickie into bed, Bradley hurried to grab some water and some medicine for him. Returning to Nickie's bedroom, Bradley tried to not panic when he noticed that Nickie was crying.

"I want Mommy," Nickie sobbed as Bradley placed his sippy cup down next to him.

"I know, Nickie, but Mommy had to work," Bradley tried to explain, sitting down beside Nickie. "Here, drink this."

"What is it?" Nickie asked, sniffling as he sat up.

"It's medicine. It'll make you feel better."

Nickie took the medicine cup that Bradley brought over and took a sip of it. But he didn't drink much more than that before bursting out into a new set of tears.

"This one's bad," Nickie cried, causing Bradley to try to not panic. "Mommy has the pink one!"

"Alright, alright, I'll grab the pink one," Bradley apologized, rubbing away the tears from Nickie's cheeks. "It's okay, Nickie."

"I want Mommy!" Nickie sobbed, curling up against his pillows. “I don’t feel good.”

"She'll be home soon," Bradley replied quietly, trying to soothe Nickie, and starting to panic when he realized that there was a high possibility that he couldn't. "I'll get you the pink medicine."

Bradley eventually got Nickie to settle down to sleep after taking his pink medicine and a little water. Sitting on the end of Nickie's bed, Bradley monitored Nickie's breathing as he tried to not let Nickie's complete attachment to Cora get to him. But that was pretty damn hard.

It had been about two years he entered Nickie’s life. He couldn't keep using excuses for why Nickie seemed to prefer everyone else to him.

Cora returned home just after ten to find Bradley sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. She had seen his text messages that Nickie was sick but seeing Bradley in that state only heightened Cora's concern.

“What’s wrong?” Cora asked, rushing over to him on the couch. “Did something happen with Nickie? Is he okay?”

“He hates me, Cora,” Bradley breathed out shakily, causing Cora to immediately frown. 

“Bradley, what are you talking about?”

“I’m a horrible father,” Bradley insisted as Cora sat down beside him with a serious expression. “Nothing I did seemed to comfort him. I got the wrong medicine. I couldn't get him to eat anything at all. I probably picked pajamas that he's going to hate and ask you to change him when he wakes up." Holding his head in his hands again, Bradley let out a shaky breath. "I’m a terrible father, Cora."

"Bradley Bradshaw, cut the bullshit right now,” Cora stated, grabbing his hands away from his face. “You are not a terrible father. Nickie adores you.”

“He kept asking for you.”

“Bradley, maybe he’s just a chip of the old block,” Cora mused, causing Bradley to frown.

“What are you talking about?”

“Bradley, you were literally the biggest mama’s boy for your entire childhood.” Brushing her hand through his hair, Cora smiled softly. “He doesn't hate you. He's just sick. He's crabby. Kind of like someone else we know when they're sick." Cora smiled and wrapped her arms around him, resting her head against Bradley’s own. “He’ll never hate you.”

“Thank you,” Bradley whispered, nuzzling into her side. “I guess I was just being ridiculous.”

“I don’t think that you’re the first person to be defeated by a toddler, Bradley.”

“No, probably not.”

Cora turned her head and pressed a kiss to Bradley's cheek before resting her head against his own once again. They sat there for a moment, simply supporting and comforting each other before Cora slowly stood up.

"I'm going to shower and then check on Nickie," Cora stated, playing with the hem of her shirt. "But if you wanted, you can sleep in my room tonight." When she caught Bradley's incredulous expression, she quickly added, "In case Nickie comes looking for us in the middle of the night."

"Alright," Bradley agreed, nodding slowly. "If you're okay with that."

"I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't," Cora responded softly.

"Right," Bradley replied quietly. "Well, then, yeah."

Cora quickly showered, changed, and went to check on a still sleeping Nickie before returning to her bed, where Bradley was already waiting for her. Cora, exhausted from work, fell asleep quickly, leaving Bradley alone with his thoughts. But just as he was starting to drift off to sleep, he heard the door open behind him. 

Rolling over, Bradley spotted Nickie walking into the room, looking upset and dragging his blankie. When Nickie spotted Bradley awake, he let out a little whimper and reached out for him. Bradley quickly got up and picked up Nickie, pulling him close to his chest.

“What's wrong? What hurts?” Bradley asked quietly.

"My throat. And my ear. And my head," Nickie cried, tucking his head into Bradley's shoulder.

"It's alright, Nickie. Here, come and try and fall asleep, okay? I'll get you some more medicine in a little bit, okay?"

Bradley placed Nickie in between him and Cora and Nickie quickly snuggled into his mom’s side. Cora subconsciously curled her body around Nickie’s and soon Nickie was out like a light again. Wrapping his arm protectively around his little family, Bradley slowly drifted off to sleep himself.

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[bl00dalchemist]

Since you're sick (ME TOO GET WELL IDIOT) Imma ask for ALL of the questions for Genshin :3c

SADISTIC MF (ilu get well soon too baby)

❤: Which character do you think is the most egregiously mischaracterized by the fandom?

Childe.

At first the jokes about him being a fuckboy were absolutely funny but now i think they absolutely fucking suck and people have taken it as if it is canon AND I HATE IT.

🧡: What is a popular (serious) theory you disagree with?

I normally dont check too much into theories bc honestly they just carry the same ones and in a very good way, so i actually can't think of one rn sorry JFJFBF

💛: What is a popular ship you just can't get behind, and why?

Haikaveh, if i wanted to watch a hysterical blonde and a stoic mf bicker, i'd go watch a white couple fight.

But fr i dont like it bc they always fuck up their personalities so absolutely bad it makes me go ewww, also they reduced kaveh to being alhaitham's stupid friend who can't do shit right and its just?? Ewww x2

💚: What does everyone else get wrong about your favorite character?

Tough one bc I don't like to say 'WELL EVERYONE IS WRONG ABOUT THIS BUT AM RIGHT' bc everyone has their headcanons BUT- I really hate the way some people treat Dottore as if he was just a boyfailure who sets trashcans on fire bc he cant get his phd.

The man is a damn evil genius, even arlecchino would have thrown hands with him if he weren't also a harbinger NFJBGN

💙: Which character is not as hot as everyone else seems to think?

I was going to pick one of the girls but that might be biased since am a fucking homosexual so i will say Zhongli! Atm the guy's just some man going around working in funerals and correcting historians about rex lapis NFKFJ not that hot sorry.

💜: Which character is way hotter than everyone else seems to think?

Cyno???

The slutty little shorts, he goes around shirtless, he's got a spirit inside him??? HOTTIE

🤍: Which character is not as morally bad/good as everyone else seems to think?

I will merge this one and the next one bc its the same character so here we go.

Ppl always go one way or another with childe, like, come on!

They either turn him into a horny stupid dumbass or an edgelord and am honestly very tired bc the man is so morally gray most of the time! He released a beast on liyue to bring rex lapis out, but not because he's the devil, he just wanted rex lapis to come out but turns out ppl were actually able to protect themselves! terrible job supershit!

💖: What is your biggest unpopular opinion about the series?

That people satanize it too much!

"it pushes gambling addiction!" So does every gacha out there, the point of a game made by a big company is to make money, but guess what! You can play totally for free if YOU JUST PLAY THE DAMN GAME INSTEAD OF EXPECTING EVERYTHING TO BE GIVEN TO YOU!

And if u dont want to play and think its fucking predatory and its bad for you: delete your fucking account or sell it so you can't go back. Seek help even.

💔: If you had to remove one major character from the series, who would you choose?

I don't think theres a major character outside the twins and dainsleif so i will say i just think sethos is pretty but so unnecessary lmao

💕: What is an unpopular ship that you like?

Arlecchino/Furina or Wriothesley/Lyney.

🏳️‍🌈: Which character who is commonly headcanoned as queer doesn't seem queer to you?

The queer circle is so absolutely wide that i dont actually think theres a single cis/straight bitch in this game ngl.

💀: If you had to choose one major character to die, who would you choose?

One of the main siblings, wouldn't it be absolutely fucking painful???

[miscfandomgifimagines]

Okay so I am currently sick af and this is purely comfort writing for myself. I kinda wrote it for myself but in a way that you can insert yourself or your oc, whatever you wish. Also posting this on my fandom blog vs my main because my roommate has called me out for my blue person hyper fixation lmao. Human reader x Lyle Wainfleet, Lyle being a caretaker.

* Lyle isn’t too fond of scientists. They tend to be boring and super serious and he can hardly understand most of them. But there were 2 scientists in particular that were assigned to the recon squad that he actually enjoyed. Two young kids in their mid twenties from Earth who got the chance of a lifetime to get shipped out to space to work with avatars.

* Your partner/ coworker was low key a genius at understanding Na’vi biology on a totally different level than everyone else. When offered the job he demanded that he be able to take his lifelong best friend with to act as his second hand man and that’s how you got in the picture. You were smart, but everyone could tell you weren’t really a scientist. You had loads of skills from welding, to navigating the stars, first aid training, and being an a pretty big nerd on Pandora flora and fauna. So you had your uses to the team.

* From day one you were labeled as sarcastic and a smart ass which didn’t bother you too much. In fact you were kind of happy to inflict yourself on others, especially the recoms. You and Lyle butted heads from the first minute you met with insults and burns flying both ways.

* He’ll never forget the time he asked you a question and you tried to make him figure it out himself. It wasn’t that he was stupid, but he wasn’t exactly book smart either. Eventually when he got his answer he was quite proud of himself. You on the other hand gave him a snort and shot another comment his way.

* “I’m really surprised! I didn’t think you’d actually get it. I just wanted to see how many brain cells you were capable of using at once.” *Ouch*

* Once you got to know each other a bit better the comments and roasting turned humorous and mildly affectionate. Lyle and you would take turns coming up with burns for each other and eventually the recom team as well.

* “When he wears his sunglasses he looks like a little league coach.” Lyle snorts and gives a little nod.

* “Wainfleet you are so god damn bald I can see my reflection off the back of your head.” You snickered. “Oh really? I didn’t think you could see that high Short stack.” Lyle shot back.

* Your laid back attitude and nonchalantness about wrangling an entire team of marines was kind of impressive. Lyle remembers the first time you got on Colonel’s temper and you were so offended when Quaritch hissed at you that you sprayed him with the water bottle you were holding while gardening.

* “Colonel, you are a grown ass man and I know you have better manners than that.” Quaritch started to growl and was about ready to fire back some insults when you held up the bottle again towards his face. You raised a defying eyebrow at him and said in the most stern voice you could possible manage, “Don’t make me get the hose.”

* Lyle couldn’t hold back his laughter anymore and the pair of you turned to look at him. Colonel scowled and you had such a mischievous sparkle in your eyes. “Short stack you got some balls.” Was all Lyle managed to say before Quaritch was angrily stalking towards him.

* While there weren’t a lot of humans that the recoms interacted with on a weekly or even monthly basis, the scientists still had to get supplies from the main bases. Lyle would accompany you to the commissary shop and watch in curiosity to see what you would pick. Mainly shower supplies, some new clothes to replace your tattered ones, some impulse snacks that get shipped up to generate cash for the base. Okay, mostly snacks like sour gummy worms and chips.

* You even snuck away for a brief minute and came back with some other goods, which upon smelling turned out to be edibles. He just shook his head and laughed while trying not to draw attention. You smiled and winked at him, “I gotta keep myself sane somehow!”

* After about a week and a half of returning from base you started to complain about not feeling good. You were restless at night and didn’t get much sleep so you were extra crabby. For the most part you were alright but when Quaritch pushed you out of bed ridiculously early to make breakfast for everyone you let him have it. There was yelling and a fair bit of cursing about how men are so helpless they can’t even cook for themselves for one freaking morning. You looked everyone straight in the eye and in a hoarse voice you told everyone you were going back to bed.

* The colonel was miffed to say the least, Lyle had never seen him so angry at you before and he grabbed the Colonels arm and said “I’ll handle this.”

* Due to part of the mission objective was to “become Na’vi” the RDA custom built a shack and transported it out to the middle of the forest, a few miles away from main base. The shack everyone lived in was one level for the most part with a sectioned off sleeping quarters for the crew. There was also high ceilings to accommodate the recoms height. There was also a kitchen and what you could call a living area of sorts. A few chairs here and there but that was about it.

* For the two humans, there was a second floor added- almost like a horseshoe shaped loft. There were two bedrooms on opposite sides that had curtains for privacy. There was also a middle living/ work area that was were you and your colleague had set up your equipment and offices. There was a open section leading into the loft that Avatars were able to stand up in, which came about chest level for them. This was where many of the recoms physicals and vitals took place since the humans could reach the avatar faces without the recoms having to crouch down.

* You had your curtains drawn shut and he almost hesitated. Lyle knocked his knuckles into the floor and called out to you. “What’s up Short stack?” You didn’t respond but he could hear you rustling in your bed. His ears flicked at the nose and he waited for your response.

* “I don’t feel good, I think I’m getting sick. I have had a headache for the past 2 days and nothing has helped. I also have a sore throat. All I want to do is sleep.” Lyle felt sympathy for you and reached out one long arm to pull the curtain back. You were sitting up, propped against your pillows with the blanket wrapped around you. Lyle could see the redness in your eyes and assumed you had cried a little bit either out of frustration or pain.

* “Is there anything I can do?” Lyle offered and you took a deep breath in. “Well I’d love to get some more sleep honestly. But I think picking up some cold medicine from base would be a good idea.” You huffed angrily, “I can’t believe I go to another freaking planet, I’m hardly around other humans, and I *still* got sick! This sucks.”

* Lyle nods understandingly. “I’ll get you your medicine, so you can go back to sleep. Just try not to piss the Colonel off anymore okay? And make sure you drink some water too.” You nodded but rolled your eyes a bit. “Okay dad.”

* When Lyle came back to the group in the kitchen he cleared his throat and addressed Quaritch. “Sir she’s sick. I think it would be a good idea to let her rest and pick up some medication before it gets any worse. So it doesn’t spread to the other human.” Quaritch huffs but doesn’t say anything other than “Alright.”

* Lyle goes to the commissary like the two of you usually did. The person behind the counter asks what he can do for him. “I need cold medicine.” The man behind the counter laughs. “Good luck finding that around here. I haven’t seen a new shipment of that in a while. Come back in a week and we may have some. In the meantime here is some cough drops and electrolyte replenishers.”

* Lyle’s tail flicked in disappointment. He knew that timing was important and in order to make this better you needed treatment sooner rather than later. So he looked down at the man with sharp eyes and said in his best threatening voice “I’ll be back next week. You better save 2 bottles of whatever you get for me or I will not be happy.” The man’s heart rate spiked and he nodded frantically.

* Lyle came back home with the meager supplies he could get and called to you from the kitchen. You came down wrapped in a big sweater and pulled his tail gently as you walked past. “Did you get some?” He shook his head and sighed. “They’re all out, maybe next week. I promise I’ll go as soon as the shipment comes in. In the meantime drink one of these.” He places a bottle down in front of you, which looks ridiculously small compared to his hand. You drink most of it down and place the cold bottle to your forehead in hopes of persuading your headache to go away.

* You look up at him and see a small frown forming on the corners of his lips. “I’m sorry.” “It’s not your fault, you did what you could. I appreciate it dude.”

* Over the next few days your symptoms end up becoming worse. Now with the sore throat you are congested, coughing, and running a fever. Due to safety concerns your friend is temporarily set up in the recom quarters to prevent contamination. So while you were suffering from a cold you were also isolated too.

* What made it a little better was that your colleague was certain your sickness couldn’t be passed to the recoms so you could still hang out with Lyle. Lyle was hanging out by the railing each day, doing what he could to cheer you up. He brought you some cool rocks he found outside, told you a few funny stories about the shenanigans he got up to in the marines, and of course brought you snacks and water.

* One morning your fever broke 102 and Lyle was seriously freaking out. Unfortunately all he could do was give you acetaminophen and some cold rags to hopefully lower your temp. At this point even the Colonel was worried. They both looked at you on your bed and then at each other. “How many more days until the medicine gets here?” Quaritch asks, worry dancing in his voice. “Day and a half.” The Colonel puts his hand on Lyle’s shoulder and looks at him in the eye.

* “We just got word from base that Jake Sully has been sighted outside of the mountains. I’m getting the team together to go find him. I feel bad about leaving her in this state, but I’m going to put my trust in you that you can take care of her by yourself. We are leaving in an hour.” Lyle’s heart sinks a bit. He wants so badly to get revenge on Sully too but right now his biggest worry is you. Lyle nods and Colonel starts packing up supplies.

* The team leaves and it causes enough noise to wake you up. You head down the stairs slowly, your head bobbing up and down on each step. “Hey Short stack, you hungry?” You look up at Lyle, his hand comes down to rest on your forehead. You put your small hand on top of his and nod your head gently.

* Lyle gets to work heating up some soup and makes you each a sandwich. You eat in silence and when you finish he puts another drink in front of you. Without saying anything you open the bottle and take a few chugs.

* “So,” Lyle’s tail flicks to one side and then another, “What do you want to do now that everyone is gone?” A small smile on his lips, hoping it’ll spread to yours. You put the bottle down and think for a minute. “We could watch some movies or something.” “Okay just no chick flicks.”

* Lyle gets the two of you set up in the den with blankets and pillows and tries to make a comfy spot for you to lay down. You grab your tablet and settle into the pile, leaning against his side for support. You choose something to watch from a list, something animated. He watches it with you somewhat, getting engrossed in the plot. He feels you get heavier against his side and glances down at your now sleeping body. He pick you up gently and sets you in the curve of his arm in a more comfortable position for your back.

* He’s surprised at just how warm your fever is making you. His skin feels like ice compared to yours. He places one hand on your forehead again and you mumble in your sleep a bit. He turns on his side and peers at your sleeping figure.

* Lyle’s ears perk up when he hears your friend come in. “Hey so good news! The medicine is in early, I’m on my way to go get it now. You hold down the fort while I’m gone.” Lyle nods and turns his attention back to the sleeping girl in his arms. For the past few days you had been a shell of who you usually are. No quippy comebacks, no sarcastic interruptions, not even a joke for the past week. He was worried about you. After everything he had been through in his human and avatar life he had not had a relationship like this with anyone else.

* He loved you- platonically of course. He didn’t realize how much he missed the roasting and cursing and well, the normal you. He saw you as his closest friend and he hadn’t had one in so long. Without thinking the words start to fall out of his mouth.

* “Come on Short stack, hurry up and get better so you can kick my ass again.” He lets out a small laugh, lowering his lips to the top of your head. He places a small kiss to your temple. You curl into his body as he pulls away. “I miss you. Please.” He whispers. He moves a pillow under his head and relaxed his body. With the background noise of your wheezy breathing and the show you picked Lyle eventually fell asleep himself.

* He woke up when your friend came back with the medicine and he gently woke you up. Your eyes fluttered open and you reached out for his face, still groggy. He scoops you up in his arms and sits you on his lap so you can drink the medicine. You shudder as it hits your tongue, the nasty taste shaking the sleep from you. You finish it all and within a few hours your fever is gone and so is most of your cough.

* You were still in the pillow nest Lyle had made for the two of you and you turn towards him with a smile. “I think I was hallucinating or dreaming or something.” “Oh yeah?” Lyle smiles, happy you’re doing better. “Yeah I could have sworn you kissed me.” You let out a laugh and cover your mouth as you begin to cough.

* “Yeah Short stack, you were definitely dreaming.” His ears flutter for a brief second after being called out. He was so sure you were asleep when he did it. Whatever, at least you were getting better.

[sunshine-overload]

[BSTS] Main Story S5Ch8 'Long Night' - Part 3

Part 2

Chapter 4-1

-starless hallway-

akira: We're all ready to go for the opening show. Five minutes until the curtain rises.

takami: The cast changes have already been announced. We'll be able to perform without any confusion.

taiga: Good luck on being centre. Not that I'm worried you won't pull it off.

akira: I'll be putting on the best performance I can so make sure you don't mess up.

taiga: Yeah yeah. I won't make any careless mistakes.

-akira walks off-

taiga: ...In the end Kokuyou really didn't show up. I still had hope he'd make it just in time. Saki-san isn't here either... It feels so strange.

takami: "I could run away and see where the moon leads me"— All we can do is hope he didn't take that lyric to heart.

taiga: Wha? What do you mean by that?

takami: Let's go, Taiga. We need to make sure the performance is a success.

-starless restaurant area-

-applause-

unei: That is all we have for you today. The show has now ended. Thank you very much for coming.

female guest 1: Kokuyou really isn't here. Is he sick?

female guest 2: Whaat? If that's the case I'll worry about him. I hope he returns soon...!

female guest 1: I know right. Today's show was still great though. It's been a long time since we last saw Kasumi on Team W, it was cool.

female guest 2: Yeah! Akira's centre was cool too! This kind of show every now and then isn't so bad~ 

-backstage-

unei: Good work on your opening show everyone!! It was a big success, Akira-san!

akira: Of course it was, I was performing after all. Good job everyone~

-akira leaves-

unei: Hm? Is Akira-san feeling tired? It must be tough opening a show as the centre.

takami: He might just be relieved it went well. He's been under a lot of pressure.

taiga: It might be because Saki-san isn't here. She usually never misses an opening show.

unei: I heard that she hasn't been feeling well. I hope she visits again once she's able to. Ah, I have work I need to do! See you, everyone!

-behind starless, night-

suspicious man 1: You sure it's fine to try it now?

suspicious man 2: I told you, Haseyama has already kicked the bucket. If we're gonna do it, it's now or never.

suspicious man 1: A card, was it? If we get our hands on it we can control this area? Is that for real?

suspicious man 2: Yeah, that's what I heard. Let's get going already, we need to get our hands on it before the other gangs.

-starless office-

yakou: Have you finished up, Unei-kun? I've done my part.

unei: I'm done too! It took a long time though~ 

yakou: It's cause the show was a big success. There were lots of guests all the way up until closing time. I think this is a good stopping point for our work today.

-suspicious men storm in-

unei: Bwah? Huh? What? W-w-who are you!?

suspicious man 2: Be quiet! So it's just you two in here huh? Don't go pulling anything funny!

yakou: Burglars? At Starless!?

unei: S-stop! I'll call the police...!

suspicious man 2: Don't move! You looking to get your lights punched out, huh!?

unei: Uu...!?

yakou: Don't, Unei. Calm down. Don't provoke them.

unei: Uu... Ok...

suspicious man 1: Give us the goods you're hiding and we'll leave.

yakou: Wait... What do you mean by that? All we have in this room is the profits from today.

suspicious man 1: I don't need to explain it to you, you know what I'm talking about.

yakou: I really don’t though…?

-unei steps in front of yakou-

unei: W-we really don't have any money! We just have today's profits here right now, we'll give them to you! 

yakou: Unei-kun...!? It's dangerous, get back!

unei: If today's profits still aren't enough then you can take my wallet too! Please just don't lay a hand on our cast member! I beg you! You can do whatever you want to me instead!

suspicious man 1: God shut up would you? Or do I have to make you shut up?

yakou: Unei-kun, be quiet! I hear somebody coming...

unei: What...? But I didn't think anyone else was still at the store?

—end

-

Chapter 4-2

-starless office-

haseyama: What's this? I leave my store unattended for one second and rats have already started running around the place. You understand who's in charge of this store, don't you?

unei: Ah...Ahh...

yakou: Owner...

suspicious man 1: Y-you're Haseyama, aren't you...!? Why are you here!?

suspicious man 2: That's impossible! We got told you died!

haseyama: Oh shut it, don't decide that I'm dead yourselves. You're just two petty minions. Are you blind? Cause I'm clearly alive. If you have no use for your eyes then you should just rip them out and throw them away. I have an idea of who you're working for already but it could be fun to make you admit who it is anyways.

suspicious man 2: Tch...! L-Let's get out of here!

suspicious man 1: Hey wait for me!

-thugs run away-

haseyama: The fact some lowly thugs decided to break in... Looks like I'll need to restore the balance of power again, what a pain.

unei: Ah... Uh...

haseyama: You're still as stupid as ever huh? Sigh~ Man, I don't want to have to do this, I'm already tired.

unei: A-are you really real...? You're not a hallucination...?

haseyama: Are you blind too? Then I don't need you anymore, get out of here.

unei: It really is you, Boss~~~! What is going on!? I got told you were in a grave condition and that we couldn't visit you!!

yakou: ...I'm sorry about that. I knew that Owner was ok but I couldn't tell you. That day the hospital called me, Haseyama-san told me to keep his status a secret for now.

unei: Is that so... But, couldn't you have at least told me the truth?

haseyama: If someone told you the lie would be exposed immediately.

unei: Uu... T-that may be true... but...

haseyama: Quit your yapping and go buy me some drinks. A soft shell turtle and pit viper vitality drink, stat!

unei: Y-yes sir...! Right away!

-unei leaves-

haseyama: Phew...

yakou: Shouldn't you still be taking it easy? You're still in the middle of your rehabilitation process.

haseyama: You think I don't know that? I wanted to keep taking time off too.

—end

-

Chapter 4 SideA

-starless restaurant area-

haseyama: Hey there, you bastards. Working hard I assume?

yoshino: ...! Owner-san...!

sinju: You got discharged from the hospital!?

hinata: Oh? Was this guy in the hospital? Congrats on being discharged.

haseyama: Oi, who is this kid? This isn't a kindergarten you know? Get out of here.

hinata: Huh? Excuse you, I'm not just some kid playing around. I'm working.

haseyama: What? Don't make me laugh, a brat like you isn't needed here.

hinata: I'm clearly a member of Starless! The hell's your problem?

sinju: W-wait a moment, you two! Let me explain first! Haseyama-san, this is Hinata, he's a new cast member in Team B.

yoshino: Hinata, this man is Haseyama-san. He's the owner of Starless.

hinata: Whaaat? The owner's an old man like this? That's not what I had imagined~

haseyama: God you're one irritating brat aren't you? Like I said before, get him out of here.

zakuro: My oh my, to think the commotion I could hear reverberating through the hall was the return of a most unwelcome guest. This must put W in quite the perilous situation.

haseyama: What do you mean by that?

yoshino: Shh, Zakuro.

haseyama: You can't keep quiet, this is my store after all. You should report everything to me.

zakuro: Indeed indeed, secrets exist to be exposed. Especially when it is one as detrimental as the absence of that ever shining jet black star.

haseyama: Absence of the jet black star...? Hah! You're saying Kokuyou isn't here? You've all just been making merry whilst I was gone, huh?

-time pass, backstage-

takami: Good work today, Akira. Your centre has been receiving good feedback.

akira: Thank you thank you, not that I expected any less.

haseyama: Yo, you punks, let me do a role check.

akira: Haseyama... How come you're back now of all times?

haseyama: Hm, so Kokuyou really isn't here.

takami: You were discharged? I'd heard the hospital wasn't allowing anyone to visit you though...

haseyama: Quit the small talk, where's Kokuyou?

takami: For various reasons he had to miss this performance. Kasumi filled in for him.

haseyama: Looks like it's time for Mister Starless to get what’s coming to him. And so, should I announce W's disbandment too?

akira: Don't just reappear and say something like that. You weren't even conscious until recently.

haseyama: Tch, you really don't listen to people when they speak do you? Listen up. This store doesn't belong to you bastards. Think reeeal long and hard about that.

-haseyama leaves-

akira: Asshole….

—end

-

Chapter 4 SideA extra

-bridge underpass, night-

courier: Are you the one I'm delivering to?

kei: Would you allow me to confirm the card you're transporting?

courier: Give me the money first, this is one dangerous bridge I'm crossing here.

kei: If I cannot confirm that the card is real then we have no deal.

courier: You really don't trust me huh? Well, that's to be expected I guess. Here.

-man shows kei the black card-

kei: —I see, it indeed appears to be undamaged. Here is your reward.

courier: Heheh, anytime. So, what do you want me to do with this extra card?

kei: You picked up this card from somewhere, yes?

courier: Ahh, I get it. You want me to replace it with this one.

kei: I didn't tell you to do a thing. You're just carrying out your job.

courier: Thanks for your business. Give me a call if you ever need anything else.

-man leaves-

kei: To think he'd pull a stunt such as this. Is it because he has no cards on hand, or is this all just a bluff...?

-time pass, police station-

sin: Appears you have obtained her card. Did you give the courier a fake?

kei: Yes, though I doubt it will buy us much time. Nonetheless, we shall see how it plays out. I am going to head to where Saki is now.

sin: You know where she is?

kei: I have someone that's been relaying me some information on their whereabouts. You can leave her to me.

-kei gives black card to sin-

kei: I shall leave her card with you. It is your responsibility to bear.

sin: You're ok with giving it to me? Even though I deceived her and had the card stolen from me?

kei: I am not pardoning your actions. It is simply so Saki does not discover your lie.

-kei leaves-

sin: Understood. I will not commit the same mistake again... Ever.

—end

-

Chapter 4 SideB

-kokuyou's relative's house, day-

kokuyou: You're looking better. There's actual colour in your face again.

saki: I'm sorry for worrying you.

kokuyou: It's fine, don't push yourself. You might get another headache or start feeling dizzy again.

saki: But...

kokuyou: Are you worried about the fact I missed the first day of performances? Well, I suppose you won't listen if I say not to worry about it.

saki: ...I'm feeling better now. So let's head back, Kokuyou-san.

kokuyou: Head back? Where? Don't tell me you're talking about Starless.

saki: I am.

kokuyou: Why're you suddenly so adamant? There's no need to rush, I'm sure somebody would've subbed in for me.

saki: But you were also ready to perform weren't you? Because of me you've had to waste so much of your time here. I'm sorry, I—

kokuyou: Don't apologise.

saki: Kokuyou-san.

kokuyou: I hate hearing you say that this is your fault. It's obviously not, those at fault are the lot that are after you. Also... When I hear you apologise the scar on my neck stings with a weird pain.

saki: The scar on your neck hurts? Are you ok!?

kokuyou: It's a wound that already healed a long time ago. Usually it doesn't hurt at all. I feel like it might be because something similar to this happened in the past.

saki: Something similar to this...?

kokuyou: It's nothing. Anyways, quit your worrying. Whatever happens happens. That being said, we probably should check what the situation is like—

-car pulls up outside-

kokuyou: ...! Saki, get down.

saki: O-ok.

—end

-

Chapter 4 SideB extra

-kokuyou's relative's house, day-

saki: Who is out there?

kokuyou: No idea. They could be a friend or a foe.

-kei appears-

kei: Saki, allow me to apologise for being so late. I've come to return you home.

saki: Kei-san..!

kokuyou: You... How did you know we were here?

kei: I searched for you, that is all. I have my methods.

kokuyou: What the hell kinda answer is that?

kei: The man who attacked Sin has been arrested. I can guarantee your safety now, Saki. Furthermore, Kokuyou. I suggest you hurry back.

kokuyou: Huh? Why?

kei: Haseyama has returned to Starless.

kokuyou: He was just put under a visitor ban wasn't he? Was him being in critical condition a lie then?

kei: He knows you're absent and has already voiced he wants to dissolve Team W. Your team has been an eyesore to him for a while now, he'll probably take any excuse he can... You understand what I mean, yes?

kokuyou: Tch, quit fucking with me.

saki: Um, please go, Kokuyou-san. I'm ok now.

kei: I shall escort Saki back. You should return to Starless at once.

kokuyou: ......

saki: Kokuyou-san.

kokuyou: Got it.

kei: Kokuyou. For running away with Saki...

kokuyou: ......

kei: I am grateful. Thank you.

kokuyou: ! ...Hah, you're welcome. Never thought I'd hear you say that to me.

-roadside pathway, day-

saki: Be careful on your way back, Kokuyou-san.

kokuyou: You too. I'll be going, see you.

-kokuyou leaves-

kei: I am glad you're unharmed, Saki. I am deeply sorry I couldn't come to get you earlier than this.

saki: Ah, no, that's ok... More importantly, is Sin-san alright?

kei: He's fine. He is probably rehearsing as we speak. —Let us return.

-screen flashes white-

saki: (Again... I really do feel as though I've been on this path before...)

kei: Saki, are you ok!?

saki: Ah... Yes, I'm fine. Sorry. I just had a bit of a dizzy spell.

kei: (big sigh) ...I really wish I had have been able to protect you.

saki: Kei-san?

kei: Let's head back. Would you like to return to your home? Or perhaps...

saki: I'd like to go to Starless.

kei: Of course. I'd like for you to see where Starless goes from here.

saki: Where Starless goes from here...

—end

-

Chapter 5

-break room-

ginsei: Sotetsu, do you know where Kei is? I wanted to ask him something before the show starts but I can't seem to contact him.

sotetsu: I was gonna say I have no idea but speak of the devil. Looks like he's busy escorting a princess.

ginsei: Oh, Princess! I haven't seen you in a while. Are you feeling better? I'm happy to see you.

sotetsu: Were you sick like the others were saying? Or just busy?

saki: Um, a lot of things happened.

sotetsu: Glad to see you're ok. Even I was getting a little worried.

kei: She does not need your concern. Get back to the hall and work. I shall escort Saki to her seat.

saki: But Kokuyou-san still hasn't—

kei: You only need to look forward to the show. Leave the stage to the cast members.

sotetsu: Sheesh, he’s the same as always.

-backstage-

haseyama: You ready to take the stage, remnants of W?

akira: If you're gonna interfere can you do it later? I don't exactly want to see your face right before the show starts.

haseyama: Jeez, each and every one of you has just been doing whatever you want huh? You even hired more people while I was gone, you seriously are a group of punks.

taiga: That has nothing to do with W. If you have a problem with the new people take it up with C or B.

haseyama: Quiet you, it's called collective responsibility. Let me say it again, collective responsibility. Today's performance is suspended. Or rather, every W show from now on is suspended, cause you're done. Your leader abandoned you, it's only natural that the team takes responsibility for his failure.

akira: What? The hell are you saying, shut up already.

kokuyou (voice only): What nonsense are you spouting?

-kokuyou appears-

kokuyou: Abandoned them? Don’t just decide that yourself.

haseyama: Ack, Kokuyou. Why'd you have to show up again now. I'm the owner of this store and I'm running it as I see fit. You lot really don't understand where you stand do you?

kokuyou: Oh I know. I know full well where I stand.

haseyama: What?

kokuyou: I stand as Team W's leader. That is my position. So quit your yapping and step aside. Thanks for filling in for me, Kasumi. I'll take it from here.

kasumi: No problem at all~ Go ahead. Oh but, which centre will you proceed with? Are you going to play King Marke, Kokuyou?

kokuyou: As if. I'm the centre. I'll leave the second position role to you, Akira.

akira: Coming in this late and declaring yourself the centre, I'd expect no less from you, Mister Starless.

kokuyou: Yeah. C'mon, we're going on, sound the buzzer.

-kokuyou leaves-

akira: Hah! Selfish as ever.

-akira leaves-

sin: The storm sometimes rages on into the night. Is what awaits beyond its reckoning a blue sky?

takami: I'd like to believe there's no such thing as a night without a dawn.

-sin and takami leave-

taiga: Uhh... Well, it looks like W is complete again. Guess I'll head onto the stage.

-taiga leaves-

—end

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Chapter 5 extra

-starless stage-

-kokuyou performs, applause-

-after show, starless hallway-

akira: Hey, Kokuyou! Wait up.

-akira grabs kokuyou-

kokuyou: Get your hands off me.

akira: Sure, once you tell me what the hell's been going on. Where were you? Why'd you just suddenly reappear without even a word's notice? You could at least call you know!

kokuyou: Sorry. I've caused you all trouble.

akira: Who are you apologisin' to? I asked you to explain.

kokuyou: I refuse.

akira: ...Excuse me?

kokuyou: I'm not going to explain my absence. It's none of your business.

-haseyama appears-

haseyama: Looks like you two are on surprisingly bad terms. Should I just erase your whole team right now?

kokuyou: W isn't going anywhere. I won't let you erase it. Full stop.

-kokuyou leaves-

haseyama: That so? Be my guest and struggle all you like then.

-haseyama leaves-

akira: Both of them, I swear... There's a flipping limit to how unreasonable you can be.

-akira leaves-

taiga: I really do wonder what Kokuyou was off doing.

takami: I doubt you'd get an answer even if you asked him. But if you want to go step on the tiger's tail I won't stop you.

taiga: Mm... I doubt he'd tell me if he didn't even tell Akira. He looked a little out of it too... But...

takami: But?

taiga: I really am relieved that he's back. I was starting to get worried we'd never see him again.

sin: So you're aware that it's futile to peek into an empty well. I didn't realise you were capable of making such a choice.

taiga: Geh... What's that about? I feel like you're making fun of me.

takami: He was complimenting you. Congrats, Taiga.

—end

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Chapter 5 SideA

-starless hallway-

unei: Hm hm~ ♪ Oh, Akira-san, good work today!

akira: What's got you in such a good mood?

unei: Oh~ The hall was just bustling with excitement. I was only able to break up the crowd and send the guests home now~

akira: That so? Sounds great.

unei: The first day was a success too, but it just goes to show how popular Kokuyou-san is! All the merch sold out too. It's thanks to you too of course, Akira-san!

akira: Yeah, great great.

-locker rooms-

rindou: Good work today, Akira.

akira: Mm.

rindou: Your show went well however it appears you think differently.

akira: Gonna interrogate me, are you?

rindou: I suppose it is hard to accept.

akira: What is~?

rindou: What happened with Kokuyou. Though, he may not have had any other option than to be absent.

akira: Ah... Right, of course you'd defend him. You've disappeared from the stage once before too.

rindou: ...Yes. I am still regretful about doing that to P to this day. However, I had no choice but to do so at the time. If a situation like that were to occur again, I'd still make the same choice.

akira: .......

akira: I think I'm starting to get why Mizuki called you a squeaky clean guy.

rindou: What do you mean by that?

akira: Exactly what I said. I don't think we'll see eye to eye.

rindou: I'm not trying to defend what Kokuyou did. It's only natural that you'd be upset with him. I just—

akira: Got it got it, thanks for your concern. Is that all you wanted to say?

rindou: ...Then, I'll be heading off.

-rindou leaves-

akira: That ain't what I'm saying… Don’t try and offer your opinion when it has nothing to do with you.

—end

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Chapter 5 SideA extra

-rehearsal room-

lico: Sigh...

ran: What's up? Why ya wearin’ such a glum expression?

lico: Must be nice, living without a care.

kongou: Did something happen, Lico?

lico: You don't know? The owner got discharged from the hospital.

mizuki: Huh? I hadn’t been told that.

heath: When was he discharged?

lico: I have no idea, but he's already back at the store.

mizuki: The fuck? But didn't they say he was in a bad way? How come he's gotten better, were they trying to trick us!?

lico: Don't ask me. I'm the one that's surprised here.

kongou: I see... So he's alright.

ran: Damn, he really does have the tenacity of a cockroach. I knew that much wouldn't kill him. But like~ I didn't think he'd come back now~ I thought it'd be sooner or later than this.

heath: It doesn't matter. Whether the owner is here or not, what we have to do won't change. We just have to take the stage, that's all.

ran: Well ya, I guess that's true!

hinata: I think he should've stayed in the hospital a little longer. Despite staggering all over the place he acted like a real big shot. I'm not sure he can keep that up.

lico: What's this? How come you know about him, Hinata?

hinata: The other day he just appeared in the restaurant. Everyone else was shocked. He told me that he didn't need a brat working here, it really pissed me off.

mizuki: Why didn't you tell me that earlier?

hinata: Cause I was planning to tell you today. Then Lico brought it up anyways.

kongou: Then you've already introduced yourself to him I take it?

hinata: You couldn't call that shit an introduction, he just told me he wanted to kick me out. Wait, are you gonna tell me I need to go and introduce myself to him properly?

mizuki: Nah who cares. He has nothing to do with us.

lico: That's not true, but whatever.

—end

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Chapter 5 SideB

-starless backrooms-

kokuyou: I wanted to talk to Kei and Sin, but I didn't think Gui would be here too.

gui: Kokuyou. You can talk second.

kei: I'm done talking with Gui. I have nothing further to say.

gui: No you're not. Tell me the reason why you let Kokuyou protect Saki and not me. If I had acted right away I would've been able to protect her and yet you forbade me. 

kei: In this case it was simply more practical to leave it to Kokuyou. That is all.

gui: Who was it that told you their location?

kei: I have no need to reveal that to you.

gui: It was my Master, wasn't it? Why were you— Why were... you…

kokuyou: Well that just answered one of my questions. I had also wanted to know who told you our location. As always I don't understand any of this... Just who is Saki really? What the hell are you planning to do here at Starless?

sin: The words that the wind carry cannot be seen. Even as the gears of fate begin to turn.

kokuyou: I can't understand a goddamn thing you're saying.

kei: For you Starless is where you belong, however for me, it is the stage.

kokuyou: How many goddamn times do I need to say it!? Explain it in a way that makes fucking sense! If you still plan on keeping your mouth shut then I'll ruin whatever it is that you're scheming myself!

gui: Kokuyou. (surprised)

kei: You really think you can do that? You, who does not understand a single thing?

kokuyou: And so what if I don't? You think just cause I don't know anything that I can't do anything about it? I'll ask you one last time, who is Saki? Answer me, Kei!

gui: Kokuyou, stop it...

kokuyou: You're really gonna defend Kei? Even after he brushed you off?

gui: ........

kokuyou: You too, Sin. Why the hell are you taking Kei's side?

sin: I am not. The darkness that spreads out before my eyes is simply the same colour as Kei’s.

kokuyou: I told you I don't fucking understand your gibberish. I wouldn't mind hearing an explanation from you either y'know.

kei: Kokuyou. Your insistence is understandable. That is why you should go ahead and 'ruin my schemes', just as you said.

sin: Kei.

kei: If that is the path you choose then I have no right to stop you. Since, from the very beginning, the destination that our paths lead to has not been the same. Gui, this applies to you too. Decide your own path in which you want to walk.

gui: My own path...

kei: That is all I have to say on this matter. I shall be going now.

-kei leaves-

sin: ...Allow me to thank you once again, Kokuyou. I am most grateful that you protected Saki.

-sin leaves-

gui: So you're going to ruin his schemes, Kokuyou? But what are you going to 'ruin' exactly?

kokuyou: Hell if I know. That's why I'm so pissed off right now.

—end

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Chapter 5 SideB extra

-break room-

sinju: I was so surprised! He just walked up like it was nothing.

maica: We'd just been told he was in a bad way and banned from having visitors too... I'm glad to hear he's ok though.

hari: He reappeared as if he had only been gone a day, not almost a year.

rindou: Well, it's a relief to see that he's recovered.

sinju: Yeah, I was getting worried he was about to pass away.

menou: I'm surprised to hear you all actually care about the owner's wellbeing.

nekome: Well he does own the store. You don't seem to care huh, Menou?

menou: Rude, I did at least think that I was glad he's still alive. Thinking about him nagging me again to do all sorts of jobs doesn't spark joy though.

maica: True. He might immediately hold a versus or decide he wants to get rid of a team.

menou: I don't mind if it means I can be on the stage more though.

maica: Of course you'd say that...

hari: It really is quite shocking though, he looks to be in great health. You wouldn't think he'd been in a coma for so long.

sinju: That's true, he looked the same as always.

rindou: Have you heard anything from him, Yakou?

-camera pans around-

rindou: Wait, where did Yakou go?

sinju: He was here just a moment ago. I wonder where he went.

nekome: Who knows~ Maybe he had to get back to work.

-haseyama's office-

yakou: Please excuse me. You called for me? Owner.

haseyama: Ah, you're here. I had been waiting. Jeez, this is no laughing matter. What the heck is up with this rental fee?

yakou: Oh, that's the cost for the external rehearsal room we've rented out. With it we've been able to increase the number of training sessions—

haseyama: So this is that thing Mokuren wouldn't shut up about us needing? How annoying. You gotta be more firm, rentals are super expensive. 

yakou: There wasn't enough room for everyone to rehearse. We didn't want it to compromise the quality of our shows.

haseyama: You don't have to rehearse all at once, just set up a timetable and rotate through everyone. Was Unei no good at scheduling? Then I'll deduct this cost from his salary. And this bill is... A jukebox installation fee!? Who the hell decided to buy this!? Remove it and have it sold off right away!

yakou: The guests really enjoy it. They use the jukebox all the time.

haseyama: Tch... Well if it pays itself off then that's fine... I'll deduct the initial cost from Unei's bonus... Oh, looks like he didn't get a bonus to begin with.

yakou: Um, Owner. Was there a reason you called me here?

haseyama: Oh, right right. I wanted to talk to you. I wanted to express my thanks to you for running the store whilst I was gone.

yakou: It was unavoidable. We had to maintain the status quo or the guests would question what was going on.

haseyama: You were able to keep the disagreeable people that work here under control. That's no easy feat you know.

See here, Yakou, I'd like to buy you. You have a different kind of resolve compared to the others. What do you say? Would you keep helping me out? You've already proven you can do it, and you'll only get better at it.

yakou: ...Sure, if it's just a support role.

haseyama: Oh come on, no need to be modest. This is a much more generous offer than that. I'm inviting you to work at my company, Yakou.

yakou: Your company...?

haseyama: Depending on how well you work you'll get quite a considerable pay raise. It also means you can do whatever you like at this store. Not a bad deal, right? Starless would be in your control for real, you wouldn't just be a substitute owner in name anymore.

yakou: ...Please give me some time to consider.

—end

To Part 4

[scruffyplayssonic]

Are the ArchieSonic comics actually an 80's/90's syndicated cartoon? Episode 57: Can't eat favourite food

Welcome back to my look at the ArchieSonic comic series, and how it shared a lot of the same story tropes as a typical ‘80s or ‘90s syndicated cartoon! We’re getting close to the end of the series now, so what classic cartoon trope are we looking at today?

Episode 57: Can't eat favourite food 

Ahh, okay. I feel like this one’s a little less common in mainstream media, to be honest. When it does show up, it’s often used to signal to either the audience or the other characters that there’s something seriously wrong with that character. They could be sick, or under the effects of a curse or spell, or could even be a villain disguised as the main character.

That being said, I can think of two instances when Sonic couldn’t stomach the idea of eating his trademark favourite food (and one instance when everyone else couldn’t stomach it either), and none of them were used to hint that there was something wrong with Sonic. In fact, our first instance went in the exact opposite direction. That would be when Sonic and Tails wound up in Sandblast City in issues #62 and 63. I’ll be covering this one in a bit more detail in an upcoming episode, but the long story short is that Sonic and Tails found themselves in a city full of people who idolised Sonic for defeating Robotnik, and were hoping to trick him into staying with them full time to fight the constant robot attacks on their city. How did they go about trying to convince Sonic to stay?

By pampering him with around the clock massages and chilli dogs, of course!

At first Sonic seemed thrilled at all the attention he was getting, while Tails was eager to just leave Sandblast City and get back to their mission of hunting down the evil wizard Ixis Naugus. However at some point Sonic realised that he was being played, but kept up the charade so that the Sandblasters wouldn’t figure out that he was on to them. 

When even Sonic the Hedgehog thinks he’s had too many chilli dogs, that’s when you know you’ve crossed a line.

An earlier instance of Sonic not being able to stomach the idea of eating chilli dogs happened way back in issue #11.

This extremely trippy story once again saw Sonic gorge himself on too many chilli dogs, and this time it caused him to have a bad dream.

Like, really bad.

When Sonic awoke he solemnly vowed to eat more responsibly.

…that vow lasted all of thirty seconds. xD

I’m reluctant to bring up this last story again, but I wouldn’t be doing my job if I didn’t. You may remember in a previous episode that I discussed how Sonic #33 is an issue that lives in infamy, and its plot kicks off once again because of chilli dogs.

Yup, the Freedom Fighters were so sick of chilli dogs that they fell for the most obvious trap ever. Seriously, Team Rocket had traps that were more subtle, and the Freedom Fighters still fell for this. That said, I would like to acknowledge that this comic was decades ahead of its time, showing both the importance of wearing masks to help prevent spreading disease (although Rotor really ought to be wearing a mask too) and the dangers of ordering from fast food delivery companies like Doordash and Uber Eats. 😛

Now if Tails or Rotor had been spared from the French Fryrus, they probably would have gotten to work trying to synthesise a vaccine. Sonic isn’t really brainy enough to do that, so he settled for the next best thing:

Yup, shrinking himself down to a size small enough to run down Rotor’s throat and try to punch the virus into submission. And it was here that he met…

…I can’t. I can’t with this stupid issue, I just can’t. 😛 The puns by themselves are bad enough, but the idea of all the Freedom Fighters’ immune systems being sentient creatures who just couldn’t be bothered fighting this disease annoys me.

Anyway, Sonic was able to fight off the grunts easily enough, but struggled a bit more when he got to the boss fights, Paris-site (sigh) and Fever.

Fortunately for him, Rotor’s (SIGH) Auntie Bodies was inspired to take up the fight again.

She also called her counterparts in the other Freedom Fighters and told them to get off their lazy butts and do their jobs too.

So in the end the day was saved, and Sonic gave everyone the perfect food for when you’re sick:

Well, close enough.

Were there any other instances of Sonic or other characters in ArchieSonic not being able to eat their favourite foods? Remind me of any that I missed in the comments! The next episode I'll be looking at is one that arguably fits the entire Sonic franchise: “We have to save the environment, and so do you!” See you then!

[shmowder]

Hiya! Back for round two of sharing my patho characters as i actually changed my mind I do feel comfortable sharing one of my patho self inserts (My self inserts aren’t one to one projections of me for the most part just bits and pieces!!)

This one’s Name is Falin dankovsky, Falin is only a year younger then our dear bachelor and is our very own bachelors lovely spouse their relationship is very stable and loving even if both are very work focused they will always find some time for the other even if it’s something as minor as just sitting in silence, and in the later days of the game their relationship is the only thing keeping the other stable as the common thought is “I need to keep him alive…I will die for him if needed” they absolutely fight over petty things though they love eachother but will argue over things that seems utterly nonsensical to anyone who isn’t them.

Falin is a psychologist! And one of the healers, who really wants to help everyone he comes across he hasn’t become jaded with his job if anything he is far too empathetic towards people often leading him to be pulled into rabbit holes in order to help the sick. He does however often act before thinking and has difficulties asking for help meaning issues that could easily be solved linger for days since he can’t properly advocate for himself. But he is a good listener and offers advice/ solutions to others when he can even if it causes him issues later on, he unfortunately kinda has a martyr mentality where someone must be willing to sacrifice themself to help others and it has to be him nobody else is allowed. 

Falin’s reason for being involved in the main plot is he got a letter asking him to get a man with the last name Stamatin declared mentally sound so he may be executed for a murder which he’s like I can look into it sure but I’d prefer if we got him institutionalized and maybe not murdered for his crime?, Falin leaves for the town a day after Daniil leaves meaning the bachelor has no clue the other is in the town at all until the morning of the second day.

Once falin gets off the train someone attempts to murder him however only succeeds in giving the psychologist a minor concussion, Falin ends up waking up in a grave meeting Clara who claims that she’s his younger sister she tells him ‘we are both born from the same grave’ Falin is like yeah sure why not? I believe this weird child in this graveyard…why shouldn’t I? And then she drops on him “oh you can do miracles too btw” then immediately peace’s out and falin’s like….huh? What the hell does she mean? But falin learns quickly that his blood can reverse death! So the issue is he can’t cure the plague in someone until after they’ve passed and even then that runs the risk of bringing them back completely wrong! But another issue is the question of is that what the dead what have wanted?

Then here’s some Other important character notes: Falin is a trans man which causes him to be slightly paranoid around others due to the fear of people finding out this and turning on him so he is constantly keeping a balance act of hoping nobody notices why he doesn’t have facial hair, why his chest seems rounded and why his voice is so high. he also is borderline so that doesn’t make his fear of others turning on him any the better as Falin is constantly convinced everyone will leave either due to his status as a trans man or because they secretly hate him without knowing that….please get him onto some meds he needs them badly…he’s just having an awful time all around. The only other characters he actively is friendly towards is Daniil, Clara, anna and Eva. with Clara their dynamic is very much so two siblings constantly fighting over literally everything with where their only argument to the other is to the lines of “well I’m older!” And “Well I’m moms favorite so I get to cure the plague” I also want the meta reason for them being siblings being that their dolls were marketed as siblings kinda like Barbie and her sisters or something similar? If that makes sense?

He’s either neutral to everyone else or they are actively hostile towards him, The kains and the Stamatins are ones who are most hostile towards him for obvious reasoning however after Falin’s ability is exposed the kains want him to bring back Simon and aren’t above using the only family Falin has as leverage to get that goal. He actively believes the mistresses as well as why wouldn’t he? Both he and his sister make similar claims so why shouldn’t he believe them as well?. The house he places the most respect into would be the Saburovs for fairly obvious reasoning but he’s very snippy with Alexander at times since falin doesn’t do well with male authority figures at all (it’s the daddy issues!)

During day 5 to day 10 he gets his period leading his exhaustion meter to deplete further his dialogue with others get more snappy and the hunger meter drops quicker, he also has less blood to spare on those days so you can’t bring back any dead bounds and once those bounds are dead for longer then two days they are completely gone meaning Falin can either bleed himself utterly dry or can risk failing others, oh and if he bleeds himself too much he passes out and gets a lecture from Daniil when he comes too. Not overly sure on what his ending would be but it’d probably be him siding with either Daniil or Clara’s way of going about things and aiding their ending.

Oh one bonus thing for fun! Falin and franziska would met a couple times and Falin thanks her for being kind to Clara and gives her some ammo and an egg as a small thanks for being nice to his younger sister but overall they really aren’t overly chill with eachother on account of dankovsky and Franz praying the other dies every single night before bed.

-immune anon back again! Submitting another one of my own character sillies! I do apologize for how long this is lol once I get rambling I can’t stop rambling!! :P

Welcome back! And with another amazing OC, banger after banger I swear.

It's very sweet that their relationship is stable with the Bachelor; Daniil isn't the easiest person to get along with, let alone share a life with. He still deserves love like anyone else, both of them constantly putting in the effort to ensure each other's comfort and needs are met is the epitome of love.

And only one year younger! Does that mean they met in university 👀 or high school sweethearts? I love relationships that are built on friendships.

Fighting over petty things is just Daniil's love language dw, he is just built like that. Happy to see Falin give him a taste of his own medicine too.

God, it's genius how you weaved him into the story! Alexander just sent a letter to the first psychologist he got recommended because he's still not over how Peter weaselled his way out of punishment.

The both of them having no idea they're going to the same place. Daniil is on one of his work trips to meet a supposed immortal man after an old colleague, Isidor Burakh, sent him an invitation offering arrangements.

While Falin received a letter asking for a psychological evaluation of a man whose last name sounds really similar to that famous architect who built the Capital bridge.

THE CLARA SUBPLOT I CAN'T

IT'S SO FITTING OF HER

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Falin: So how are we siblings?

Clara: Wouldn't you like to know, miracle boy.

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I absolutely adore the meta reason of them being siblings! They come in packs! Do not separate!!! oh, my heart, that's so precious. Even tho they just met, they feel this connection as if they've known each other from a long time ago.

Maybe the toy set was marketed as the "Miracle siblings!" or something. The two sandcastle kids took it literally but then had a fight and separated Falin and Clara.

The "I'm mom's favourite" line took me out.

Finally, some bpd rep. God I relate to him so much, that paranoia really never goes away and it blends itself so well with your own thoughts that it's hard to separate the shadows from the truth.

Bpd is also a personality disorder, rather than a chemical imbalance in the brain like depression. Meds can't "cure" it, only lessen the symptoms. It's a learned pattern of behaviour that one must unlearn.

Why do I feel Alexander would be lowkey touched by someone being snippy with him in a daddy issues way? Sure, he will never show it, but at least he got to experience the equivalent of being a dad dealing with a moody teenager for like a couple minutes. He would never tolerate any disrespect towards his wife, however. Falin is welcome to blame and curse him out as long as Katerina's name stays off his tongue.

There is a symbolic parallel between him bleeding himself out to bring people back to life, equating his blood to the worth of gold, then being hit with his period, preventing him from using his miracles for a while.

It's having a choice that's the moral. One was him giving his blood out of his own agency, taking it out of his own body and using it for good.

The other was blood forcibly being taken out from him in the form of a period. Suddenly that blood is draining him and exhausting, removing all his agency as he has no choice but to endure it. It especially hurts more with how much he is worried about others figuring out he is trans.

The one thing special and extremely helpful is being twisted and weaponise against him, threatening to expose his identity while stealing away his magic.

I'm glad to see Falin and Franziska are friends! or at least know each other. I love when OCs are connected and have intertwined stories.

[yes0another0outsiders0blog]

Finally rereading The Outsiders like I said I would. I think I'll probably be doing a chapter a day, even though it's short enough that I could probably bust it out in one or two sittings. I'm really prone to burnout and I am trying to write a bit each day and I have a job to work and adult tasks to do and such, so a chapter sounds like a good goal with that considered.

Also, I'm sick as a fucking dog while reading this first chapter. Not relevant, just a little fun fact.

Anyway, have my thoughts while I read it!!

The Outsiders Reread : Chapter One Notes

less than a page in and I'm already tired of Ponyboy being Not Like The Other Girls

he's 14, that's positive, I should not be able to stomach a well-written 14 year old on account of them acting very 14, but also shut the fuck up

"yeah, I read books, unlike EVERYONE ELSE" go to hell

not to intentionally misread and water down a character, but Ponyboy saying "but sometimes I just don't use my head" is literally all you need to fucking know. that's it, that's the book

we get it, Pony, you come from a very hot family, yall are all conventionally attractive. paragraphs, ffs

also, I love that Soda doesn't drink. that he has a drunk on life attitude. could absolutely never be me, love that for him, unfortunately I fw Two-Bit's vibes with alcohol a bit more--

and the fact that Soda is the only one that can tease Darry.

there isn't a single positive thing said about Dallas besides "I didn't like him, but he was smart and you had to respect him." but frfr he's so great.

but if I met any of these fuckers irl Soda is the only one that I'd have a chance in hell at not hating. and that's only because he seems like he'd be enough of an emotionally/socially intelligent people-pleaser to actively try to get someone to like him, lol.

kinda salty about Johnny being called the gangs pet, wtf Ponyboy. not like he's one person's main reason to live, is SUCH fucking ride or die, later kills a man for Pony. but yeah, he's a pet. he tags along. what the fuck ever, man. if anything, Ponyboy (you know, the person that's mainly part of the gang bc he tags along with his older brothers, the BABY of the group, the quiet & sensitive one that doesn't have a single braincell outside of pure booksmarts) is the pet. like, sure, Johnny has trauma and is really quiet, but let's be so fr right now.

despite what is said in the book (bc it's Ponyboy's pov so we only get his perspective, obviously) I'm sure Darry gets after Soda too.

also, oldest children that become parental figures in some degree are allowed to be mean to their baby siblings. it's our right. as a 20-something year old with a young teen baby brother with common sense in the negatives, I am very biased in saying that Darry is always objectively 100% correct in every situation ever (heavily exaggerating, I just relate a lot).

forever mad that we don't get more Sylvia!!! my most random fav!!! so much love to her!!! she's basically an oc with how little we get of her and how many headcanons I have, I don't even really like the main fanon version of her either, but GOD she's my girl fr

NO BECAUSE WHEN I WAS 14 IF SOMEONE PULLED THEIR OWN KNIFE TO DO A DISSECTION THE WAY MY TONGUE WOULD BE DOWN THEIR THROAT. Ponyboy, babygirl, you did NOT deserve for that girl to hate on you like that. RUDE.

"Dallas deserves everything he gets, and should get worse, if you want the truth." agreed, that's my though process as I'm making the nastiest headcanons for him. my life's goal is to make this man suffer or make him into a loser, and all my hcs do both

breaks my heart so much how Ponyboy talks about Darry, leave my boy ALONE, dude!!!

my headcanons for Darry are usually the exact opposite of my hcs for Dally, I just want this guy to have the very best ong. I'll get so unrealistic with it too, bitch, YES I'll give you an absolutely stunning sugar mommy, babe!! just stop being stressed and stop having bad things happen for a few minutes!!! I almost struggle making in character, good headcanons for him because I just want to give him fluff and filler only and nothing else--

[alyjojo]

October 🌹 2024 Monthly - Scorpio

Preshuffle: A lot of romantic energy, either planning to do something special with a partner or planning to ask someone out that you have a crush on - could be switched.

Meditation: I’m hearing one of the songs I just posted for Virgo, I’ll post it again for you. There was a watch on your arm, ticking and ticking. Like you’re waiting for the right person to come in and “shatter you.” Melt defenses. Make you feel something - deep, intense & transforming.

Main energy: Judgment rev

What’s going on in October:

Queen of Swords rev, 5 Wands, 8 Pentacles, Strength & Ace of Wands

You’re not going to have much time with your partner this month and it’s going to really piss you off eventually. Or there’s no time to even date or look for one, no decent options you’re into, it’s love that’s frustrating you. Could be God too, it’s all related. Those without a person might be shaking their fist at the sky cursing God’s name like “where my soulmate at wtf.” And others have a person but they have no time to really spend with them, either because of their job or their person’s, maybe both. Schedule at the bottom of the oracles shows the problem, but I’m not sure what you can do about it besides “make time”. Where possible. If you’re fresh out of a relationship, this is saying you absolutely refuse to get back into one for sexual purposes only, like they have to be more than hot 🥵 probably because the last one was hot, and crazy 🤪 All of them? 😆

There’s a tinge of bitterness in you with Queen of Swords rev (a tinge?) For those where love plays no role whatsoever, then someone at work is pissing you off and there could be an actual conflict, you’re needing to restrain yourself and your temper - or Spirit is telling you to, because The Hermit rev - you’ll have to see them tomorrow, don’t make it too uncomfortable. Memory being here shows you reflecting on things and either you’re irritated you’re “alone” in a relationship (busy) or you’re irritated by the past entirely and never want to do any of this shit again - but don’t know how that’s even possible. Honey Adams is your message of making the most of things as they are, amid the bitterness, and I’m also hearing “honey tea”. No clarification, just honey tea 🫖, could be something good for you I guess. Also hearing “allergies”, someone needs tea and lozenges or some soothing remedies. What is the pot, a steam pot or something with mint…also seeing a vaporizer. Someone could be dealing with irritating allergies, or someone around you is (a baby?) Nature being your Oracle is also pointing towards more natural solutions - less processed food, again I’m seeing “honey tea.” Or you’re already doing something like this and it’s medicine that’s hard to find “naturally”, you may have to give in and go buy some if it gets too bad - don’t suffer for a belief system, get some medicine-induced rest & it’s fine. Those with sick babies, talk to a doctor plz. Babies under a certain age cannot have honey 🍯 Google it. With all of this…a baby could actually be allergic to honey. Did you give them honey tea for some sniffles? Allergy test? We are 👏 moving on 👏 now. This is how I get messages, it takes a minute…or five.

There is some kind of plan not working out, could be romantic, a date, a special thing you’re supposed to do and then work calls and you can’t, that’s the strongest energy. Someone is very upset about this and it may turn into a battle. Could be with coworkers. This conflict is connected to work & The Tower, something unexpected happening. I’m seeing files be moved to the wrong place, for someone. Which is annoying and inconvenient but is it the worst thing ever…more that you’re inconvenienced by whatever it is, and angry. Or someone is angry at you so now you’re angry at everyone else - Marionette has you feeling like a puppet under someone else’s control and literally nothing pisses a Scorpio off more than an attempt to control them.

9:11 on the clock as I start the last section which is saying to mind your temper oh hot one. You could lash out in anger and say or do something you can’t take back, or that will put you in difficult circumstances moving forward. I keep seeing “the next day”, like a walk of shame being involved. Called Karen a ratchet bitch on Wednesday and need her signature on Thursday - that’s the vibe with work. Spirit is saying anything that gets you super heated is for you to consider and process emotionally, not act out on. It’s also saying it’s going to work out and be fine with The World clarifying, by the end of the month. Keep calm 😌 7 Pentacles at the bottom shows time being necessary, wait and see, be patient.

Signs you may be dealing with:

Strong Virgo, Leo, Cancer & Scorpio

Oracle: ✨

Marionette 🎭

Dictatorship - Domination - Reluctance

Memory 🧠

Remembrance - Commemoration - Reunion

72 Nature

Go out in Nature as much as you can, for it’s pure creativity can teach you everything you need to know.

We enter into October as:

Wolf of White Light 🌙

“There is a guide inside of us.”

Wolf of White Light comes to remind you that you must use your instinct, for it is what protects you. You are more aware of this than you realize. Your instinct is finely tuned and accurate, so why doubt it? He reminds us that focusing on past injustices will not prepare us for the present. Wolf of White Light warns that time spent in the past also leaves you defenseless in the future. Letting go of the old is signified, for if you do not, you may miss the opportunities that Spirit has planned for you. Wolf is the spirit guide that comes to lead you up the mountain you are about to climb. He only appears to those seeking a guide. Allow him to guide you, and follow your instincts. Remember that when the Wolf appears, it’s time to move on. He is a reminder that your journey is guided. With your eyes focused forward, the Wolf is waiting in the distance for you. Now is the time.

What is to be learned in October:

Honey Adams 🍯

“I will attract to you whatever you desire, if you give up your desires.”

Are you seeing your life as it really is, or how you’d like it to be? Are you wishing things in your life could be different? Honey reminds us that what we create is in fact what we want. So often we wish that things could be different rather than accept that this is how it is. Honey tells you to make the most of your present situation.

Giving does not mean compromising who you are. Being a giving person means showing up with as much honesty and fairness as you can in any situation. This is a strong reminder to stop complaining, roll up your sleeves and get the job done. If you feel that are are being treated unjustly, you must act “just” yourself. The indication is that you need to give up what you think you deserve and start being of service. What any of us receive is up to Spirit.

Orange may be a lucky color 🧡

[heartshattering]

/// more breaking down

Honestly I just feel like I'm going crazy because no one in the family seems to think there's anything wrong with how my life is set up. It just is how it is. I don't "need" to go anywhere outside the house. I don't "need" to have a job or keep studying, the only thing I need to do is take care of my mom and everything else is a distraction. I don't have any friends who live near me, and no opportunities to make new friends, but that's okay because my main responsibility in life is just to take care of Mom and nothing else.

I've never had a "real" job, because there's always some issue with whatever job wants to hire me. Too many hours outside home, too far from home, not "elite" or "prestigious" enough, etc. Like. No mall jobs, because my mom says those are too "low-class". No working at a school because that would take too many hours out of the day and my mom needs me the most during morning/afternoon, so I can't do it. The research lab that picked me for an internship was too far away so I couldn't do that, either. Basically everything is either 1 - "not good enough", or 2 - takes too much time out of taking care of my mom. Then, "no" to furthering my education also, even though I'm at a fucking loss as to what to do with myself.

It just sucks I basically wasted my life getting the best grades I could in university, earning two bachelor's degrees plus additional certificates and other shit, just for it all to be worthless. I had people say they were excited to see where I was going with my career and everyone always acted like I had this wonderfully bright future ahead of me, but it's all bullshit. I want to throw up thinking about how fucking pathetic I actually am. My only outcomes are jail, institutionalization, or death. The fucking nurse herself said it to my face. The mental health professionals at the psychiatric center said I was too unstable for them to deal with and that there really isn't anything that can be done for someone like me and told me I wasn't allowed to come back. If I lived somewhere else, euthanasia would have likely been recommended to me already. I just feel so empty and sick, I don't want to keep having to deal with feeling like this all the time.