#blease i need to be home RIGHT NOW

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Best and Worst of Both worlds (part 5)

TW: nothign much, just yves being a little pushy ig and short chapter today

vote on da poll below blease its gonna be active for 1 day onlys

Part 6

You let out the loudest 'NO!' in your lifetime as you watch the bus drive away.

You definitely couldn't outrun the engine, so your dash slowed to a mere stop. Placing your hands on your knees, you panted heavily as you blinked the beads of sweat away from your eyes.

Dejected, you dragged yourself back to the bus stop shelter. You have to wait for another hour.

At least you're fed. By Yves, literally.

You heave your bag onto the bench, ignoring the creak and bend in the wooden planks.

The sky is darkening, which means it's getting cooler, but it also means you're going to have to go home unbelievably late again.

If you knew this would have happened, you would get the next bus and have ample time to properly say goodbye to Yves. You brought your hands to your face and suppressed a scream, you pissed him off again!

Well. You can't change what happened in the past. You're definitely avoiding him at all costs.

You paused your ranting when you heard that familiar click of the heels. If you're not religious, you probably are now because you wonder what deity did you anger for you to deserve this.

Yves stopped right beside you, casting a menacing shadow onto the wall of the bus shelter. He has his arms crossed and face unreadable as usual, but the corners of his lips were subtly curled downwards to express his dissatisfaction.

He didn't need to say a word for you to start apologizing, recognizing that it was rude of you to just leave him alone like that without an appropriate conclusion.

Seems like that wasn't enough, because he's still staring at you with steely eyes.

You ended the sincere apology by asking what you could do to make it up to him, but you did give him a disclaimer that you aren't rich by any means, not even financially stable enough to know if you can afford the next meal.

It took fifteen seconds for the tension in the air to dissipate, replaced with a much kinder and softer one. He unfolded his arms and relaxed his face.

"You must be exhausted." He dug around his handbag. Yves took his car keys out and wrapped his fingers around the fob. "Come. I will take you home."

You said that you're fine, you could wait for the bus. But actually, you wanted to accept it so badly, you're rejecting it out of politeness.

"You said you wanted to compensate me. Did you not?"

You said yes.

"Then you can do so by sparing me your company."

That was enough to make you get up. He smiled and intertwined his slender, well-maintained fingers with your not-so-manicured fingers.

You thought your heart was going to beat out of your chest and you felt so light, floaty and free.

That's because your backpack wasn't on you. Yves took the liberty to carry it on one shoulder, he made it look weightless which amazed you to no end.

You said that you should carry it as it weighs as much as an elephant. He did so much for you, Yves shouldn't have to lug your crap around. So you tried getting him to give it back to you.

"(Name), no." Crisp, simple and clear. The tone made you quiet and compliant. This means less scoliosis for you.

The walk to the parking lot was quiet. You had nothing to say and neither did he. Your surroundings became dimmer and dimmer until the street lights turned on on their own. Come to think of it, you never did go to the parking lot. Because you didn't own a car nor did you have friends that would drive you around.

Your head turned to the beeps produced by his car when he toggled with his fob. It came from a black, sleek, luxury sedan car with pristine headlights and a seemingly perfect paint job. It may not be a car that costs way more than your entire tuition fee, but you know it's not affordable to the mass majority either.

He walked you to the passenger's side and opened the door for you. Muttering a thanks, you entered his car. Yves closed the door for you as you began buckling up.

He placed your backpack in the back seat, where he strapped it with the seatbelt.

Yves returns to the driver's chair and proceeds to ignite his engine. The interior was spotless, new and you could tell he regularly maintains it, the air freshener wasn't too overpowering and his air conditioning cooled the space relatively fast.

He explained that he needed to wait for a few minutes to warm his car up. In the meantime, he used the mirror in his sun visor to do some touchups on his lips, eyes and hair. Once that was finished, Yves kept his makeup away. He patted his face especially around his nose, with blotting paper.

It's intricate rituals like these that separate you from him. You don't think you have the energy and patience to maintain yourself to this degree. You tried making the excuse that it's because you're a student, you don't have the time nor money for that.

But he parked his car in the student's lot. Whatever, he must have been born in a rich family. So he already has an advantage that you can never get.

"You are staring at me. Did you want to use some too?" He offered the pack to you. Ignoring the humiliation of being caught admiring his beauty, you took a sheet and began blotting your predictably oily face.

He kept his personal items away, closed the mirror and flipped his sun visor back. Yves switch on his headlights and drove away from the parking spot. When he reached the exit, he asked you for your address. He knows the general direction of the bus that you're supposed to take.

You take a second to weigh your options.

[adamsvanrhijn]

ok so do we think we're getting a getting-back-together storyline in s3 or do we think we're getting an already-back-together episode 1 scene as if nothing ever really happened and it's all water under the bridge? are we ever going to meet john's boyfriend who goes to another school in canada???

I don't knowwwwww what we're getting I have no idea.... S2 was kind of a speed run of what I thought would happen over 2+ seasons!

I would be happy with either — I think my ultimate hope for them, which I've said before, is that if they stay together (blease 🥺🥺🥺), they end up in a position where the broader audience wants to root for them as a couple. I think this requires that they share a common goal with external conflict/barriers they have to face together.

Compare to George and Bertha, who up to now more often than not have shared goals, and they are each on the same page about how to reach them. Of course there are times when that is not the case, they do have relationship-internal conflict, but generally they are working together. They are already married, and their relationship is socially sanctioned.

John and Oscar to date have not had a goal in common that they wanted to meet the same way, or with compatible reasoning & motivation. We have not seen them at their best with one another yet. Given the nature of their conflict in S1, where Oscar was disrupting the status quo for a reason many did not find sympathetic, the broader audience has at times found it pretty difficult to root for them or to understand what they see in each other. So they need to demonstrate what they see in each other and also perhaps raise the stakes a bit

Allll that to say: I want to see John and Oscar motivated to be Together, up against an obstacle that the audience can want them to overcome Together, so that they can get/stay Together.

That can happen regardless of whether they are together in 3.01 or not... if they're not, we could have a will they or won't they narrative or like, a gay love triangle if we meet that boyfriend...

If John has more of a storyline that is not just being part of Oscar's there is. tons that could happen.

as of right now I think the Funniest s3 new john/oscar status quo is that John's first appearance is in 3.01, and he and Oscar are undressed in bed together in John's apartment clearly just having had sex, and we can't tell if they're living together or not until they start talking about how Oscar really should go home now, and they are both agreed they will simply not do this again, because they are not that kind of friends anymore

[rosie-b]

A Catching Sickness

Gabriel Agreste thinks he is dreaming when Chat Noir walks into his office and calls him father. But what if the hero turns out to be quite real—and sick?

This story just popped in my head today and demanded to be written out. You can read it here on AO3 or below the cut!

Gabriel was working in his office when it happened. He had been shuffling through some legal papers, hoping to catch up on his work after putting it aside for weeks to be Monarch. He’d just decided to take a quick break and have Nathalie bring him some coffee when Chat Noir walked into his office.  

Although he was stunned, Gabriel had no reason to think that the city’s hero was here to take back the Miraculous, so he smoothed down his shirt, folded his hands on the table in front of him, and showed no surprise or fear as he asked in a monotone voice, “What are you doing here?” 

Chat Noir didn’t act surprised by the man’s actions, though his ears flattened, and his tail twitched to the side, hanging low on the floor. “Father, I- I came to ask you a question, if I may,” the boy said, hugging himself and rubbing his left arm as he avoided Gabriel’s eyes.  

Gabriel raised an eyebrow. Perhaps he had fallen asleep at his desk and was now having a nightmare about the teenagers he fought nearly every day. It had happened before, though this particular dream felt unnervingly real despite its laughable premise. 

“You may ask,” he replied graciously.  

Chat Noir took a deep breath. “Nathalie said she told you that I took ill, and I know you canceled fencing practice for me tomorrow—and I’m grateful, really—but I’m getting worse, not better.” The black cat spoke in a hesitant, stuffy voice, and his mannerisms reminded Gabriel of Adrien’s when he had gotten the flu some years past. Still, Gabriel continued to let the dream play out, rather than analyze the similarities his subconscious drew between his own son and his enemy. 

“So I was hoping you’d let me stay home from school,” Chat Noir continued when it was clear that Gabriel would not say anything. “And I already asked Nathalie to call a doctor so I can get tested for the flu, but even if this turns out to be a cold, I- I need a break,” Adrien Chat Noir’s voice broke, and his eyes looked red.  

“A break,” repeated Gabriel disbelievingly. He was already giving the heroes a break from fights for now; until his paperwork was done he had no other choice. Did this dream, then, speak to Adrien’s need for a break? But he was already freed from modeling, and though it was true that the boy was ill, all he needed was one restful afternoon to recover and he’d be back to normal. 

Chat Noir hugged himself tighter, his eyes wide and pleading as he looked at Gabriel. “I can’t spread this to the other kids, and—” He was cut off by a bout of coughing, bent over and hacking miserably into his elbow. He has good hygiene , Gabriel noted. He shook his head to clear it. 

“I can see that you are quite ill,” he said, reaching for his pen to sign a paper that was almost completed, “but really I can’t tell why you— oh, for heaven’s sake,” he said as the hero’s cough turned into a pair of painful-looking sneezes. Chat Noir sagged against the wooden door, his face flushed and his mouth open to catch a breath. Frowning, Gabriel reached down and opened a drawer in his desk. Pulling out a tissue, he held it out to Chat Noir, who stepped forward with a pitiful attempt at a smile. 

“Thank you,” he said, reaching out to take the tissue with his right hand. Gabriel looked at the black and green ring within his grasp and tried to control himself. It’s just a dream , he thought. It’s just a dream.  

 As Chat Noir’s fingers brushed the edge of the tissue, the boy suddenly froze. Trembling, he, too, stared at the ring he wore, and his breath shuddered through his lips.  

“Dad,” he said slowly, “please tell me this is just a fever dream. Please.” It sounded more like “blease” to Gabriel, but he wasn’t going to laugh at a sick man. 

“I would, but I’m afraid this is my dream we are inhabiting,” he said drily. Then he shoved the tissue into Chat Noir’s hand. 

When the hero still didn’t move, Gabriel frowned. Looking up, he noticed that Chat Noir had gone very pale, except for his still red and drippy nose. Gabriel suddenly straightened in his desk chair. “It isn’t?” he asked, and somehow the question made perfect sense, and was its own answer. He inhaled sharply, and his eyes returned to the black ring. 

“My own son is Chat Noir,” Gabriel whispered, and it sounded like a curse as he glared at the Miraculous on Adrien’s trembling hand. 

All of a sudden, Chat Noir’s hand dropped, and he fell backwards, shoulders and head hitting the door. Gabriel sprang up from the desk, rushing to the hero’s side. “Adrien,” he called, shaking his shoulder. The boy didn’t stir. “Adrien,” Gabriel hissed, and the boy groaned in response, coughing weakly. A strand of blond hair fell in his eyes as they fluttered open, and Gabriel flinched back in shock.  

Adrien really did resemble his mother. 

“Dad?” Chat Noir asked hoarsely. He coughed again, head shaking and hitting the door with the force of it. He winced, but his eyes stayed focused on Gabriel. 

“Son,” Gabriel said. “You need to detransform. I’m going to call your bodyguard and have him help me. We’re carrying you up to your room, and you are not going to leave this house until you are fully recovered. The doctor will just have to come to us. Now, do I need to take off your ring, or are you going to cooperate?” 

Bleary-eyed and half-asleep, Adrien murmured, “Claws in.” His transformation fell, leaving a pale little boy wearing Gabriel-brand pajamas, with a tiny black cat perched on his head and glaring at Gabriel. 

Gabriel swallowed. “Good,” he said. “Do you think you can move a little? You’re blocking the door.” 

__*__*__*__*__

A little over two hours later, there was a stack of unfinished paperwork on Gabriel’s desk, a sheet of information about the common flu in his hand, and a loudly snoring hero in Adrien’s bed. Because Adrien was a hero, at least to the city. Gabriel would have to get used to that. 

He hadn’t taken the ring yet. He wasn’t sure if he was going to, anymore—wasn’t sure if he could. But he knew now that taking it while his son was so weak would be a kind of betrayal to his son, and by extension, to Emilie. Adrien was all he had left of his wife, and even though Gabriel still hoped to make the Wish, he was willing to change tactics in getting the Miraculous.  

After all, Gabriel truly cared about his son, even if it seemed he knew him less than he'd thought.

Placing his hand on Adrien's still-warm forehead, Gabriel allowed himself to relax just a little as the boy let out a sigh and snuggled into his father's gentle touch. Gabriel smiled down at his son, who still had such a bright future ahead of him. Things might feel a bit muddled at the moment, but Gabriel had faith that everything was going to be okay. The Agrestes would pull through this. 

Feeling an itch in his nose, Gabriel turned away from his son to sneeze, and slowly turned back around to look at Adrien and the grinning kwami on his pillow.

Things would get better... but they might get worse first. After all, the flu is a catching sickness.

[granitxhka]

i need them to drop the third kit now like right now i am a weakass bitch i have no self control i will buy another home shirt that i don’t even like that much just because it says rice on the back i am begging for the third kit blease

[beantothemax]

K for Persona au I discussed some things with Arn so if you want just look back there because there is a lot. I was brainrotting for a while.

Right now all I am thinking of is Hikari and Kazan. Mainly the No Good, Terribly Bad, Quenching of the Flame.

Don’t you love it when the person who you pretty much trusted the most turns out to be using you for End-Of-The-World goals, was the one who planted the idea of framing you for a fire in your brother’s head, went and made sure the living situation you were in was as isolated as possible, was actively making sure you were stringed along to be in front of the Sacred Flame to Quench it, and now just tells you that you’re apparently the Harbinger of the End?

And don’t you just love it when you just let your rage take over and now your fighting your friend? Can you even call him that? Should you call him that? Don’t you just love it when you are filled with rage not only at the betrayal but at the fact that apparently he knew about the Metaverse?

Now here you are using your Persona and not caring if you get lost in the Curse. Your too hurt to care. And here your friend is, casually revealing he’s had one too and the moment you saw a gun you can’t help but feel fear on what he would do to himself and then you blink and realize “Oh. He could have done it the entire time. Oh. Oh he’s kind of like us.” Then you get the immediate rage again over the realization that he could have been the one doing the Mental Shutdowns and rage takes over again.

Later when you’re at home and being kept an eye on by Osvald and Throné you learn that it’s possible that this reveal was done on purpose. Two birds with one stone. Quench the flames with the death of your former friend and let the Curse take over and summon Vide.

Your friend was planning on suicide via you.

You get a headache, pass out, and hear Mahina and Akala say that this was a horrific thing he went through but ironically he understands him more now.

Hikari wakes up at 7 AM and doesn’t get up until 1 PM.

HUH WHAH SCZGGSHXYSHXHSVX HAKAVWAHHHHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN KAZAN HAS A PERSONA AND HE MADE HIKARI’S OIVING SITUATION AS AWFUL AS POSSIBLE AND THAT HE KNEW ABOHT THE METAVERSE AND THAT HE WAS BEHIND THE MENTAL SHUTDOWNS. IS KAZAN OUR AKECHI?????????

hikari needs to have a week to himselfwhere he can just lay in his bed and not have to suffer the horrors. blease

@throne-anguis can you believe the stuff kiwi’s putting hikari though

[thokage-archive]

Y’ALL WANNA GUESS WHAT I’M DOING TONIGHT??

Sleeping!!! Goodnight!!! it's beddy-bye time binches!! Can’t be looking this beautiful if I’m pulling all-nighters to watch a show about some teenagers in space piloting some magical psychic mecha lions!

Lance would understand!!!!! Netflix is eternal!! I’ll watch it tomorrow! Have fun depriving yourself of a healthy sleep schedule and knowing wtf is up with Zarkon’s ugly ass a whole 6 hrs ahead of me!! Goodluck!!!

[bomberqueen17]

tired

so I went in to work briefly on Monday, and with the manager’s approval, brought home a VCR and the little digitizing machine, and several boxes of VHS tapes that were waiting for me to get to them this week. So i’m running VHS transfer orders, which ties me to the kitchen table. But that’s fine because I also am doing all the cooking and all the dishes and all the cleaning-- the kitchen had not been cleaned in the week during which I was away either, so there’s a lot-- and so I’ve been tied to the kitchen all day anyway.

I also did a huge grocery shopping trip, since I tested negative for COVID again but who knows if that’ll last, and there’s fucking nothing in the house. Like I picked up a few things at the farm but all the staples I rely on, we’ve run low on stock and Dude does all the grocery shopping and is fucking allergic to the concept of stocking up. He will buy whatever is on the list, but he won’t like, use the last jar of pasta sauce, think to himself “we use this in unplanned meals all the time and it’s shelf-stable, I should get more”. No, it’s when it’s fallen to me to save the day by coming up with a meal when we’ve got nothing planned, and I’m like I know, spaghetti, and he’s like oh I used up the sauce and we have no more.

BUY MORE

anyway. I did make a list of Always Check If We Have This And If Not, Buy It a while ago, and he’s good about that, but there always wind up being things like.... spaghetti... blease why don’t we have any spaghetti in this house a box is shelf-stable for like ten years just buy more of it if you don’t know if we have any.

Anyhow. I went to two different grocery stores and dropped three figures at each one, which didn’t feel great, but now we Have Shit, so if i get sick too and we can’t leave the house, we can have food.

(Do we have local friends who could shop for us? You’d think so, but Dude never speaks to any of his family, not for any reason, but he doesn’t, so there’s nobody we’re on the kind of terms of “hey we both have COVID, can you run to Wegmans and get these five things for us?” Nope! Sigh.)

So, anyway, I’ve done about two hours’ worth of shopping, two hours’ worth of dishes and cleaning, an hour of laundry, and six hours’ worth of video transfers.

And I cooked three meals. And the last one looked like this:

Someone said “breakfast for dinner” and I was seized by a Sudden Mighty Need for waffles, so I made waffles and breakfast sausage, and topped it with whipped cream from a can and some fresh strawberries and some frozen blueberries because i deserve that.

But the thing that’s really getting to me is that I’m lonely.

I got Dude isolated in the spare bedroom, which has a back door that goes out onto the sunporch out back, which acts as our summertime living room. So he’s there, it’s comfortable, he has a bed, a desk, a couch, and a table, it’s right next to the bathroom so he doesn’t have to walk past me, and he’s fully 100% isolated from the kitchen so I can do all that work in there without needing to wear a mask.

But it means I can’t see him or hear him. And it means I can’t talk to him. We did a video chat at one point, but his throat is so sore he can’t really speak. And mostly when we hang out, we hang out quietly, just next to each other on the couch, and he’ll show me videos and things, and I’ll read him things I find that are funny. It’s hard to do that over video chat.

Last week was my week away from him. Next week will be my week away from him. This week, it sucks to have him locked away in a different room and we can’t see or hear each other. It’s a lot! And I hate it. And I’m getting annoyed and tired, always doing the cooking and the cleaning and the shopping, and just carrying him a tray of food and getting back a tray of dishes left on the hallway floor. it gets old. It’s sad. and I’m just.

Well I’m tired.

But I don’t have the plague so I guess I’ll take it. :/

[marinetteplztakeabreak]

ML Lies Episode Predictions:

There’s Two?? (don’t trust my math) more days before lies completely destroys me, so I’m going to make some predictions, and by predictions I mean wishlist. My walls are already up, so if none of these happen I won’t be disappointed, but also a girl can dream: (this is somehow 1700 entire words long because I have a lot of feelings, so it’s under a cut, you’re welcome)

—Adrien and Kagami’s are secretly dating: please I want it so bad, I’ve talked about this so much and emotionally I need it!! At the very least I want them to sneak out together so so bad I’d cry. But also, if they’re hiding it from their other friends for whatever reason, thats SUCH good angst potential.

—If we get to see some kinda montage of them sneaking out??? Id ride that high for months. Even just one actual example of them working together to sneak out would obliterate me. Like, how it shows Kagami sneaking out to go to the game in Ikari Gozen?? I’d cry

—The breakup happens as a direct result of it being a secret relationship: this would be SUCH a good parallel to lukanette. Lukanette broke up because Luka wanted Marinette to be more open with him and he hated being in the dark, so just, the parallels if Adrien wants to be more open about adrimi and Kagami is like “you dont understand, if your dad finds out about us he will end this immediately” but Adrien wants to believe that its going to be okay and no one will react badly? I’m probably explaining this badly and I’ll try to explain it better later I just,,, want parallels and opposites and truth v lies and hhhhh

—Fencing??? Friendly/ affectionate competition??? Them being idiot jocks in love??? Please??? I want to see them compete!!

—I’d love to see Kagami character growth + Adrimi relationship development!!! I want her to love herself more and be more comfortable around him!!!

—Specifically, if there was a parallel to Riposte,, and Adrien beat Kagami in a fencing match and Kagami was like “Oh nice!! :D good game!” I’d be so happy I’d cry!! And it’s kinda implied by Chat Blanc that they’re already there in there relationship?? But not confirmed?? So if I saw it or saw confirmation of it I’d cry!!

—in one of the released photos it looked like they were holding hands??? And at this point my expectations are so low I don’t even trust it yet but blease,,, let them hold hands,, i’d cry of joy

—If Adrien is also constantly leaving and disappearing due to akuma responsibilities, I want it to read SUPER differently from the Lukanette because I love parallels/foils!! Marinette disappears on her dates with Luka and its just “oh marinette is really distracted and busy and frazzled” but I dont think Adrimi but be loke that at all!!! Because as far as Kagami knows, she has the same backstory/current story as Adrien. She’s risking a lot by sneaking out to go on dates with him?? So Adrien seeing an akuma and being like “oh sorry father is calling” isnt even suspicious or anything??? Its 100% believable!!! If her mother called she’d immediately be like “oh fricking heck i Need To Leave this instant immediately.” So its less “Adrien doesnt care about her” and more of just twisting the knife and reminding her that life doesnt want them to be together and Adrien is never going to be free!!! Big ouch to her heart!!!

—also I want!!!! Them!!! To talk about their feelings!!! Because parallels to truth!!! Adrien is like “sorry I have to go” and Kagami is like “oh I hate that so much” and Adrien is like “big same.” (Also idk how realistic this is but I’d love it if ‘Kagami talking about her feelings’ wasn’t the cause of strife in their relationship!! Like, she talks about how she feels and when she’s upset and Adrien is like “yeah me too” and they’re just,, good bros)

—I need them to stay friends after the breakup, i need it i need it i need it!!! And the whole issue is!! I feel like the main reason they’d date is to try and hang out more?!?? So if the breakup was actually them talking to each other and being like “hey so this isnt working with sneaking out, we’re going to need to go back to the way it was before,” rather than them saying they were bad for each other???? Hoo boy i’d lose my mind

—Also!!! My favorite prediction, I’d die of joy if this happened (and also of angst). I want there to be so much drama with “secret relatinship” stuff that they try to fix it by going public with their relationship!! Very low chance of this actually happening but its okay if it doesnt, thats what the fanfiction I’m inevitably going to write immediately after watching the episode is for!!! But anyway,, multiple ways this could happen.

Maybe they’ve been secretly dating since Miracle Queen and they decide to go public at the beginning of this episode and that’s the primary source of plot/conflcit!!! I’d be thrilled!!!

BUT!!! if the episode ends with then Not Breaking Up, but instead deciding to go from dating secretly to dating publicly???? Holy Freaking Heck,,, I’d go feral with emotion!!!! I also need to expand on this so much more but basic rundown of how I imagine it could happen (again: Is it likely?? Probably not! but this is my last chance to dream):

Kagami is like “listen we have the same backstory and I KNOW in my soul that this relationship wouldn’t work if it was public”

Adrien is like “okay yeah I feel you, thats fair”

Kagami goes on dates with Adrien and its fun and nice and lovely and the honeymoon phase is so good and exciting

Adrien starts disappearing a lot, partly because of akuma attacks, but partly because of nathalie and gabe calling him constantly

Adrien starts to be like “well actually i think that my dad does care about me probably? And if he knew why I wanted to go he’d let me! Or at least Nathalie would because clearly she cares about me!”

Kagami is like “hhhnngg have you met them?? You think they’d want you to be happy and free??” Except she can’t just SAY that because if she did then she’d be crushing Adrien’s entire heart and possibly also making him get really defensive and he has to come to the conclusion that his parents are good on his own

Kagami also starts to get frustrated with how much more often Adrien has to leave than she does?? And its because of akuma attacks but she doesnt know that and he cant tell her

Adrien starts to get frustrated because he can take the “having to leave for akuma attacks” part but when he finally finishes an akuma battle and Natalie immediately calls him it is just aaaaaAAAAAAAA and he just wants to believe so badly that he could at least take control of that part??? He could at least get Nathalie to help him out??? Probably maybe right???

Because we all know he HATES having to keep secrets from Ladybug, but he’ll do it for her, and he’ll keep his life as Chat a secret, but Kagami??? He should at least be able to talk about that, right?? He’s not doing anything bad/dangerous/etc

Also there could very well be some angst with Adrien being so so worried about Nathalie because she’s bedridden and his dad is being sketchy and he’s SEEN this before and he doesn’t want to be avoiding Natalie or lying to her because what if he loses her too??? He’d feel so guilty! And he needs the support of a parent figure so much,,, so he HAS to tell her the truth

But he respects Kagami’s wishes and he’s not going to betray her trust

But unlike Lukanette, they DO talk about their feelings and they disagree and stuff, and even if he’s trying not to be confrontational, Kagami is like “i can tell youre uncomfortable about something, please just tell me what it is” so he tells her that he disagrees

Kagami gets akumatized?? idk if it’s even been confirmed that she’s the akuma “Lies” but I’d assume she is because parallels to Lukanette

Maybe it happens as a direct result of some moment where Kagami and Adrien are arguing and in the heat of the moment he says something hurtful??

Maybe they’re arguing and then Adrien has to leave before it can resolve and Kagami is mad about it even though shes trying not to be and she gets akumatized???

Maybe she does say something like “bc your dad sucks and nathalie sucks!” and he yells or something (i want to see Adrien yell and be flawed let me live, and this is one of the most likely scenerios for it to happen bc it would HURT for him)

Maybe Kagami shoots back with anger, maybe Adrien’s been calm but Kagami gets mean for a moment, but regardless, Kagami says something about her true feelings of anger at nathalie/gabe/ etc and before Adrien can respond he’s like “oh shoot sorry I need to get home NOW”

Then for one brief second Kagami’s TERRIFIED that he’s going to tell nathalie about this in his anger and then nathalie’s going to be like “oh kagami is clearly bad for you because she made u this upset” and Adrien will LISTEN because hes stupid and he still listens to his horrible adult figures and Kagami is so mad about the entire situation so then in her moment of weakness she gets akumatized

Look at that its a direct opposite of Lukanette because Luka was afraid of Marinette keeping secrets about why she’s always vanishing because he doesnt know and Kagami is afraid of Adrien telling secrets about why HEs always vanishing bc she thinks she does know,,

But anyway, after she gets de-akumatized, she’s so ashamed of it and she can see how far she took it and how many people it hurt,, and Adrien is really sad and apologetic and trying to support her,, and she’s like “no clearly I was actually wrong, keeping this a secret is hurting you and its hurting me and now its hurting random civilians”

So she tells Adrien that they should tell people about it and stop dating in secret

And then multiple possible ending:

Does he say “actually no, youre right, they wouldnt let this happen, so if we cant date in public and dating in secret is hurting us then we shouldnt date at all” and thats how the breakup goes??? That would literally obliterate me

Does the episode end on a false positive where Adrien hasnt told them yet and he is like “yeah this is gonna be great” and there isnt an actual breakup yet?? Because that would also kill me (even though i doubt theyre going to let adrimi take up that much time in the show but, let me dream)

Also if Adrien is like “we shouldnt tell my parents but we should tell someone” and then they tell Marinette and now shes got ANOTHER secret to keep and aaaaaaaAAAAA?? Id die on the spot

I’m still holding out hope that the episode will give me enough crumbs to at least be able to write this better, but regardless of what happens in the episode,,, the chances of me eventually writing fanfiction exploring this are SO HIGH, I’ve been thinking about this for ages

In conclusion:

—no matter what happens in lies, its going to destroy me

—please let them be in a secret relationship it makes so much sense for their characters and for the drama and aaaaAAAAA

—also please give me the parallels to lukanette where their issues are exactly the opposite and it still falls apart

Thank you for your time, I’ll be excitedly vibrating at the speed of sound for the next two days until we get answers!! Depending on how the episode goes, I’ll either be writing so much adrimi fluff to recover,, so much adrimi angst to vent,, or I’ll be staring at the ceiling screaming for a few days as I post nothing but keysmashes and try to sort through my emotions :)

[wasithard]

Ok I haven’t read them yet but I see u have only posted one of ur folklore bits and I feel like u knew I was gna ask for more..... blease can I see some sequinned smile black lipstick.... 🥺😭

annie u actually made me realise that i forgot to put one of my wips on that post oopsie! i’ve updated it now. also ik there were only two to choose from but as fate would have it sequin smile black lipstick is the one featuring love sex magic!!!!!!!!!! can u believe, how long ago were we talking about it??

DISCLAIMER for everyone Percy is NOT consuming alcohol in this chapter ok! Drink Driving is NOT OK.

sequin smile, black lipstick

Annabeth likes to think of herself as a brave person. Even so, she’s not brave enough to tell her best friend that she’s in love with him.

She runs her finger along the edge of her bottom lip, fixing a non-existent unevenness in her shiny black lipstick to buy herself some more time before she has to leave the bathroom and re-enter the party.

Normally she has a better hold on herself than this, but something about the alcohol in her blood, the snug fit of his skinny jeans, the way his eyes had lingered on the midriff exposed by her cropped old band shirt when he first saw her tonight is making it harder for Annabeth to remember why she’s spent so long convincing herself that the risk of telling Percy how she feels and maybe hurting their friendship isn’t worth it.

She needs to sober up.

There’s a knock at the bathroom door.

She needs to sober up now.

“One second!” She calls out, meeting her own gaze in the mirror and muttering, “Annabeth Chase, you are stronger than this,” before straightening and walking out of the bathroom before she can second guess herself.

Annabeth decides to hunt down Rachel, who will probably laugh in her face about the fact that Annabeth is freaking out over this and effectively remind her of how ridiculous she’s being.

Instead she runs into Percy.

“Hey!” He says, steadying her with his hands on her arms, his eyes on hers. “I’ve been looking for you. Wanna dance?”

She hears the beginning notes of a Ciara track on the speakers above her and grins. What a shame she hadn’t found Rachel first to talk some sense into her. “You know,” she starts, a teasing tone dripping easily into her voice, “There was a time when I would’ve had to beg you to ask me to dance with you.” She starts walking in the direction of the makeshift dancefloor in the next room, “I’m proud of this growth, Percy.”

“Shut up,” he groans, nudging her with his shoulder and grabbing her hand, spinning her under his arm and into the crowd of bodies dancing with varying levels of coordination. “If you want to talk about who’s improved the most since middle school, I could say a lot about how you’ve learnt not to step on my toes anymore.” Annabeth rolls her eyes at him but doesn’t miss the way he keeps hold of her hand after she’s finished spinning. She uses it to spur her on, running her hands up his arms until she can hook them behind his neck and pull him closer.

“Touché,” she says as his hands come up to rest at her waist, his body swaying with hers to the beat.

Percy and Annabeth are friends. Best friends. Despite the ceaseless teasing of their classmates, they are decidedly nothing more than friends. Sure, they’ve kissed a few times. It doesn’t mean anything.

At least, it doesn’t mean anything Annabeth is willing to admit to herself.

There are moments when she lets herself forget that there are consequences to her actions, though. Moments when the feelings Annabeth spends most of her time ignoring demand to be felt, so she holds on to Percy a little bit tighter, stands a little bit closer, lets her gaze linger a little bit longer.

It doesn’t help that he seems more than willing to indulge her on these occasions.

So tonight they’re holding onto each other, dancing to 2000s music. There’s a disco ball hanging from the light at the centre of the room, and the light it reflects casts shimmering squares over Percy’s face as they watch each other. She feels it, an electric tension that seems to always hum between them but only flares up at certain moments – like right now. Percy’s hands tighten at her waist and she’s one second from pushing up onto her toes so she can press her lips to his when all the lights in the room come on and an adult female voice starts shouting at the Stolls for hosting a party in her house without telling her.

It might’ve ruined the moment, but the adrenaline rush she gets as the entire mob around her start streaming for the exit fires her up just as much. Grinning, she grabs Percy’s hand and makes for the front door, patting Travis Stoll on the shoulder as she runs past he and his brother getting lectured by their mother in the midst of the chaos.

By the time they’re outside and in Percy’s car, both of them are panting and laughing, buckling their seatbelts as Percy’s starts the engine of his old truck. They hear a tap at the back window and turn to see Charles Beckendorf and Silena Beauregard waving through the glass. Percy rolls the window down and Beckendorf says, “Got two spare seats?”

“’Course, man,” Percy says, and the couple file into the car. Then they’re off, exchanging escape stories and guessing what the Stolls’ punishment will be and eventually falling into a comfortable, tired silence as the high starts to wear off.

When they reach Beckendorf’s apartment, he and Silena get out of the car with a “Good night,” and Annabeth watches the boy loop his arm over his girlfriend’s shoulder as they walk into his building.

She turns back to Percy to see him watching them too, making sure they get inside safely. The way his green eyes reflect the streetlight in the darkness of the car is dazzling to Annabeth, and when his gaze meets hers she’s already feeling swept up again in the interrupted moment they’d shared at the party.

She doesn’t think, her hand just comes up to cup his cheek and then they’re kissing in his car.

It’s gentle and slow, like they’re both conscious that the moment is fragile enough to break if they’re not careful. Her hand stays on his cheek, and his own on the wheel, and in the quiet of their embrace Annabeth feels a section of the tight shell around her heart loosen.

They both jump when Percy’s phone vibrates with a text message, and Annabeth snaps her hand back into her lap, her mind reeling and well and truly sobered up. What was she thinking?

“It’s just mom,” Percy says, clearing his throat, “Asking when I’ll be home.”

Annabeth doesn’t respond, just stares directly out the windshield while she waits for Percy to reply to his mom and then pull out from the curb. He switches the radio on and neither of them speak the entire drive back to her place.

Before she gets out of the car she meets his gaze. Somehow, seeing the nervousness that she’s feeling herself reflected in his own eyes brings a soft smile to her face and lets her body relax.

“See you on Monday?” She asks, and he visibly relaxes too.

“See you on Monday.” He smiles.

She walks up the path to her front door and looks over her shoulder to wave at him after she’s turned the key, knowing he won’t leave until she’s closed the door behind her.

At school on Monday she berates him for forgetting his homework and it’s like the kiss never happened.

[plaidbooks]

Nyquil

A/N: This is just a short, mostly fluff piece, in which Rafael Barba takes care of a sick reader. Based on true events (note: please take medications as prescribed)

Tags: briefest mention of rape, cold medication (and taking too much of it, though not an overdose)

You groaned as you woke up, rolling over and slowly opening your eyes. You felt a soreness in your throat that wasn’t there the night before, and one nostril was clogged. No, you thought, refusing to even acknowledge how your body may or may not be feeling. You rolled over to look at the empty spot beside you; Rafael, your boyfriend, had already left for the day. You groaned again as you got out of bed, dragging your feet to the bathroom. You looked in the mirror, but your eyes caught the bright orange sticky note stuck to the glass.

Hope you have a wonderful day. See you for dinner - Love Raf

You smiled, butterflies in your stomach. You’d been dating for months now, and he left these notes often, but they still made you fall a little more in love with him every time.

Eyes now focusing on your reflection, you winced; you looked exactly how you had felt when you woke up. Maybe a shower would help. You showered quickly, enjoying the warm water on your skin, letting the warmth awaken you. The steam was even able to help unclog your nose, though your throat was still hurting, your head still not feeling right. But you knew that you were already running a little late, and you needed to get going. Before you left the apartment, though, you grabbed the little package of DayQuil, cursing yourself, seeing it as an admission of weakness; if you didn’t let yourself acknowledge your illness, then you wouldn’t be sick! 

You made it to precinct 16, coffee in hand, apology to your boss, Lieutenant Olivia Benson, on your lips. She waved you off; you were very rarely late, and you always had a legit reason. Thankfully, she didn’t ask for one today, because the only excuse you had was maybe coming down with something.

The day seemed to drag on and on, and you felt no better as the hours stretched. Eventually, it came up that there was to be a stake out that night.

“[Y/L/N], Carisi, you two take tonight. Rollins, Fin, you two will take the second shift in the morning,” Olivia ordered.  Your heart sank; a whole night? Feeling like this?

“Sure thing, Lieu,” Sonny replied, shooting you a goofy smile and thumbs up. He wasn’t quite the new guy anymore, but sometimes, he still acted like it. If you were feeling normal, you would’ve smiled and rolled your eyes playfully at him. But now you just sat there, silently thankful you grabbed the DayQuil earlier. You took out your phone and sent a text to Rafael, telling him not to wait up for you. At least it was a Friday, and you’d be off all weekend, after this one night.

*****************

“So, what did this guy do again?” you asked, huddled in the passenger seat, sipping at your coffee for warmth.

Sonny was watching the apartment that housed the man you were tasked in staking out, watching for any signs of life. “He raped his wife, and is now trying to threaten her to keep her from testifying.”

You nodded, sighing. You glanced at the clock. It read 3:40am. Got another hour and 20 minutes until Fin and Rollins switched with you two. You had taken another round of DayQuil at midnight, and it was already wearing off. There was no more denying it; you were definitely coming down with a cold. You only hoped that you wouldn’t be getting Sonny sick. Your plan for the weekend was to try and sleep it off; you had some severe NyQuil at home, something you’d never tried before. You weren’t much on medication, especially liquids, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

You were nodding off in your seat when there was a knock on your window. You were so out of it, you didn’t even jump. Turning, you could see Rollins outside the car door. You shuffled out, letting Rollins take your seat, Sonny switching with Fin on the other side.

“Need a ride?” Sonny asked once you were out of sight of the apartment.

“Blease,” you replied, your nose now completely clogged, making the word come out weird. Sonny cocked his brow at you, but didn’t bring it up as he drove you home.

***************

You put your key in the door, unlocking it, and pushing your way in. You felt yourself descend into sickness with every step you took as you shuffled into the living room, unwilling to shed your jacket--you were suddenly freezing and you wrapped the garment around yourself tighter. You walked over to the couch and fell face-first onto the cushions

“Cariño?” you heard Rafael call from the kitchen. You didn’t even notice he was awake; your senses were completely clouded at this point. You grunted, the cushions muffling your voice. You heard his hurried footsteps as he came over to you.

“Are you okay, mi amor?” he asked, crouching down by your head. You turned to face him. His bright green eyes were full of concern, and he placed a comforting hand on your back, rubbing soft circles there.

“I think I’m sick,” you muttered. “I feel like shit.”

He gave your face one more look before he stood, heading for the kitchen. “Let me get you some ginger ale, and then I’ll make you some of my Mami’s famous soup; you’ll feel better instantly.”

You smiled despite yourself; god you loved this man. “I’ll take the ginger ale. But right now, I think I’m just going to have some NyQuil and try and sleep. I’ve been up for almost 24 hours. Can you make me soup when I wake up?”

Rafael was back instantly, ginger ale in his hand. “Of course. Let’s get you to bed.” He helped you stand, then led you to your shared bedroom.

“I don’t want to get you sick,” you protested as he started to help you undress.

He smirked at that. “Don’t worry, Cariño. I don’t get sick.” Now that you thought about it, you had never seen the man sick before. It was true that you, too, rarely got sick, but to never be sick?

“Lucky,” you huffed. He chuckled before helping you climb into bed, tucking you in. He went to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, grabbed the NyQuil, then poured a cap-full for you. You drank it, trying not to gag on the gross taste, drinking the ginger ale after words.

“Sleep, baby. I’m off today; call me if you need me, okay?” he said, leaning in to kiss your forehead. You smiled, resting your head on the soft pillows, while he went back out of the room. 

You laid there, comfortable except for the illness in your head, congesting your nose, making your throat sore. But sleep never came for you. After an hour, you decided to try and take another cap-full of the disgusting cold medicine. Nothing. After yet another hour, you took a third cap-full, praying for some sort of sleep. Finally, darkness overtook you.

You woke up, groggy, unaware of your surroundings, with a terrible pain in your stomach. It felt like you hadn’t eaten in days. Suddenly remembering the cold medicine, you whipped to look at the clock, wondering how long you could’ve slept to be this hungry. You were stunned to see that only 2 hours had passed.

Maybe I’ve slept a whole day? you thought. But Rafael would’ve woken you...right? After waiting for another painful cramp to subside, you climbed out of bed. You shuffled out of the room, somewhere between sick, hungry, and floating through space. You could hear running water; Rafael was taking a shower in the guest bathroom, probably trying to not wake you. Same day, then.

You made your way to the kitchen, hoping to find something easy to eat, but all you could think of was soup--probably because Rafael had mentioned it. Though, he hadn’t started it, yet, since he didn’t know when to expect you. No worries, you thought, I’ll just make some shitty ramen. You grabbed a pot, filled it with water, and started the stove. Once the water was boiling, you put the noodles in, stirring it. Suddenly, your vision went black. You blinked a few times, but your vision didn’t return. In your drug-induced state, this didn’t seem particularly alarming; you simply sat on the ground, knees pulled up to your chest, arms wrapped around them as you waited for your vision to return.

Slowly, your eyesight returned to you. You blinked, making sure it wasn’t going away again, before you stood and continued cooking your noodles.

“[Y/N]! What the hell are you doing up?” Rafael was in the entrance to the kitchen, wearing only sweatpants, his hair still damp from his shower.

“Hungry,” you murmured back, stirring in the flavor packet. There must’ve been something weird in your voice, because he came over, turned off the stove, and led you away, out of the kitchen, and to the couch.

“Sit,” he commanded. “Stay.” He disappeared and you sat there, staring at the carpeted floor, not quite remembering how you got there or what you were waiting for.

Rafael came back, a bowl in his hands. He handed it to you, and you looked inside at the noodles you had been cooking. Remembering your hunger, you went to take a bite before he stopped you.

“It’s probably hot,” he cautioned, that concern never leaving his expression. He took the bowl from you, and you let out a sad whimper at the loss of food. Instead, he twirled the fork in the noodles, collecting a small amount, and blew on them before holding the fork out to you. He fed you like this until the bowl was empty, blowing on every fork-full.

“Feel better?” he asked, a small smile tugging on his lips, but that concern still deep within his green eyes.

You nodded. “I think I’m going to try and sleep again.” You stood up and he was instantly beside you, leading you back to bed. This time, however, he climbed in bed with you, pulling your body close to his.

“I’m going to make sure you stay here longer than 2 hours this time,” he explained, wrapping his arms around you protectively. You didn’t mind, melting into his touch, his warmth. He kissed your shoulder, his lips warm even through the fabric of your nightshirt. You were asleep before you could even reply.

[in-tua-deep]

tua s1 rewatch - end

Less bc I am tired

Episode 8

I still have no idea how old Claire is supposed to be

Honestly Patrick was like... the first person who enforced boundaries and enacted consequences on Allison tbh and she didn’t even hesitate to use her powers even though they’d clearly discussed it before

I heard a rUMOR YOU LIKE BROCOLI?? WHICH SIBLING DID SHE USE THAT ON?

Roommate making the realization face about Leonard’s new prosthetic eye

Vanya our here like “my teen bullshit actually has a body count” a la heathers

Klaus not remembering his first is depressing but given by the fact that luther seemed surprised a girl was in his bed and had to check if he was naked indicates that,,, luther doesn’t remember his first either

Five knows EXACTLY where the aspirin in... buddy tell me you are taking stronger pain meds when you are getting shot and knifed

Pogo out here like “it was a difficult choice for both of us” like grace had a choice at all considering her programming was literally altered

I agree with luther tbh “there’s always a choice” damn

Tag yourself I’m five with his head in his hands with probably a killer headache

Leonard: it’s not your fault what happened to those guys

Roommate: yeah dude I’m pretty sure it’s yours

I love Agnes bless

The Netflix subtitles spell oof as ouf and idk what to do with that

Roommate theorizes that tua takes place in New York with the evidence that the cop dude says that Diego is being transferred up state and New Yorkers say that

Babie Vanya looks like kids I know tbh

Leonard keeps looking more unhinged and awful the longer I look at him tbh

Vanya gives Reginald one (1) tiny scratch and he decides to drug her and emotionally abuse her for the rest of her life :/

Five limping into the bar: CONTINUITY

Luther really said “hmm think I will launch into a depressive episode”

Maybe cha cha should take a nap and then maybe she’d calm down instead of bloWING UP GRIDDYS I forgot she did that

Sergeant cheDDAR I forgot his name was fucking CHEDDAR - all I can think about is the dog from b99

Vanya blease your boyfriend is a serial killer

Okay Leonard was definitively and canonically thirteen for the murder of his father

Vanya out here with her chemicals being WACK bc of cold turkey quitting her whole ass meds designed to numb her emotions like ouch

But also Allison is this the right time to tell ur sister that you were used to erase every shred of self confidence she ever had and also make you forget her cool ass powers

Vanya be like “look me in the eye and tell me you’re not threatened now” like yeAH VANYA YOURE BEING PRETTY DAMN THREATENING RIGHT NOW

Episode nine (I think?? I didn’t realize where the episodes switched over)

Leonard has directly killed at least three people so far but one (his dad) definitely deserved it and indirectly killed at least two more

She doesn’t even really get scOLDED FOR KILLING THE NANNIES JUST HER NAME IN A FIRM TONE NO FUCKING WONDER SHE KEPT ON KILLING

Huh does that mean vanyas body count is higher than Leonard’s?? There were at least three dead nannies and she killed those two dudes as well 🤔

Five doesn’t even bother insisting on volunteering bc he is thirteen and has also already lost a lot of blood I mean seriously

The whole making klaus get up by throwing a knife at him... sibling moon although Diego has a lot better aim than MY sister who always managed to hit me in the face with anything she threw at me :/

Leonard is poking the bear here and I really don’t know what he expected when vanya straight up kills him

“I really don’t know what he expected to get out of that.” -roommate

Aannnndddd check for five again on the “klaus heart to heart” list with that addiction discussion

Five is SO BEYOND giving a fuck by the time hazel shows up and five offers him a margherita ... he can’t even be bothered to get up and interfere with Diego and hazel

Though to be fair five does have a GUT WOUND so smashing a bowl over their heads is valid

Roommate: more scripts need to have hugs in them

Me: ...not this one

Roommate: w,, why. Why. You find out your sister has powers and instead of being a reasonable person you choke her

I’m blaming pogo for this as well because luther wouldn’t have known about the basement soundproof vault that luther put her in :/

Like pogo painted the WORST picture and told them about the people she killed and everything which informed luthers decision to lock her up which,, Vanya was a little kid with no real concept of death

“Maybe while he’s here he can pick up something new to wear” - roommate while five dropped Dolores off at the department store

Luther isn’t guarding Vanyas cell 24/7,,, the others could have done something or like?? At least stayed down there with her? So she isn’t horrifyingly alone thinking she’s been left to die?

Episode ten

I erased reginalds weird alien origins from my mind honestly because... I just don’t care about him. Like. At all? Fuck this man I wish he didn’t exist in s2 :/

The mansion really do be a walking house of triggers for Vanya huh

“I’m going to posit something. Pogo has no culpability as a being of his own free will, he’s just a second hargreeves. He’s just a second pair of hands to what hargreeves intended. He’s just a walking mouthpiece.” - roommate but that’s okay because I hate Reginald more than I hate pogo actually

I’m okay with pogo dying tbh and even the roommate isn’t exactly torn up about it

Goodbye mansion

Me, remembering this is the last episode: it’s been 84 years...

Five coming in late to find the academy in rubble like :0

Wow I still really hate the handler speaking Yiddish and the unfortunate implications that it has, just in general

“I have to respect she went home to change into formal wear and apply eye liner before ending the world” - roommate on Vanyas concert outfit

I’m amused by the bowling and the shoes but sad about the content :(

Five this is what you get from accepting candy from creepy women honestly

He just DITCHES

Why is Allison even salty at luther for sleeping with a girl. She MARRIED a man and had a child and Luther wasn’t salty I don’t think?

I feel like the handler could have kept five there for way longer before he caught on tbh

Agnes has had... a day

Luther and Diego are DUMBASSES

Ben taking care of BUSINESS

Roommate has questions about when exactly Vanya was photographed to put into the promotional material for the concert and honestly?? Now I do as well especially since they established Vanyas suit was at her apartment

“IS THAT A SUPER POWER INDUCED COSTUME CHANGE? Ya love to see it” roommate on Vanyas white outfit

Five really didn’t need to jump and also like BRO HE HAS A SHRAPNEL WOUND

Oh we can’t let Allison do any heavy lifting bc of her throat

Five has a GUT WOUND

As someone who had appendicitis and had to get that shit our gut surgery fucking sucks I couldn’t do shit for like a week and a half

Sibling energy is immediately rejecting fives plan then being like “okay what is it”

Their fucking bowling shoes I’m still yelling about it

THE END

and a picture of my cat bc i accidentally put it in here so enjoy a mia

[arce-elliot]

Magnus Archives - First Impressions (151-175)

We’re almost there, gang. Out of the Lonely and into the Eyepocalypse we go! Blah blah I had 75% of the series spoiled and am jotting down my thoughts, you know the drill.

EP 151 (Big Picture): - OH SIMON??? - okay okay Simon's kinda funny, you go you funky little sky grandpa - Martin Tell Her The TRUTH EP 152 (A Gravedigger's Envy): - oooh another ancient one - hey that's terrifying wtf - can someone please comfort jonny boy good lord EP 153 (Love Bombing): - Idk why the cult ones freak me out, maybe because cults are real? - oh god what's gonna happen to that dog - I literally just made my dinner with white wine vinegar that's a little old are you sHITTING ME - GIRL GET OUT OF THERE WHILE YOU HAVE A CHANCE YOU KNOW SOMETHING'S OFF - AYYY THE HUNTIN' GANG - tbh it was weird that they helped him even though they knew he wasn't human actually - DAISY!!!!! - Jon can you chill w/ the sass if you're not gonna help - Okay I'm gay but Daisy Growl Hot - Two dying monsters trying to reconcile their humanity, this is sad I hate it here EP 154 (Bloody Mary): - oh god it's This Episode I've been dreading it poor Eric - g o d Gertrude sounds so upset - I would die for Eric - "Eric I'm gonna count to ten and you're gonna tELL ME HOW YOU QUIT" - I'm already crying good god - "he needed me" o w - MARTIN GOT TO SAY FUCK!!!!! - O U C H - i am so upset FUCK this podcast - the catalogue of the dead is just the Delano-Keay family album EP 155 (Cost of Living): - CALL HER OUT JON - Tova, to this doctor's heart: it's free real estate - A FUCKING C H I L D?????? - ah yes, some more DIY surgery, who needs doctors when you have knives? EP 156 (Reflection): - ayyyy adelard how are ya - oh fun flesh time - oh? extinction? - also that was gross what the fuck - M A R T I N EP 157 (Rotten Core): - go save Martin before I cry - ADELARD!!! - ah no, I'm gonna miss this dude he was kinda cool - this hits different in corona times - okay this is actually pretty gross wtf - Martin's lonely because he chose to be, Jon is lonely because everyone hates him, poetic cinema EP 158 (Panopticon): - Ah Shit Here We Fucking Go - OH WHAT THE FUCK NOT!SASHA???? - AYYYYY THERE'S JONAH MAGNUS WELCOME HOME RAT BASTARD - uh oh bye bye Gertrude Time - mom and dad are fighting to be Martin's favorite parent lmao - no not the promise :C - Martin is the brain cell, he really just played both these men like kazoos - gdi Peter give me my boy back EP 159 (The Last): - hi I am Sad - Marto blease just go with the tired eyeball man - "i see you" MY B O Y S EP 160 (The Eye Opens) - oh lord here we go - at least we get some Jonmartin conversation - Monologue Time! - Jon: can I just say, from the bottom of my heart...my bad EP 161 (Dwelling): - welcome to the apocalypse bitches - FINALLY i've been waiting for these tapes for my entire life - TIMMMMMM! SASHAAAAA! - Elias being a normal person is unsettling - ALL THE EYE JOKES gdi I refuse to simp for eyeball man - THE JARRING "ARCHIVIST" I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD - "If I wish for all of you to go away do you think it'll work?" well it worked on Tim and Sasha - Elias: I'm a cool boss, I can drink wine - the image of Jon just huddled on the couch with a bag of tapes and listening to them over and over is so sad - sorry Gertrude no Sasha, just a sad little man - thank u for the powerpoint Gertrude - JON DON'T SNAP - i love them so much your honor EP 162 (Cosy Cabin): - GERRY GERRY GERRY - okay Gertrude and Gerry are adorable I love goth boy and his badass grandma - Gerry, ever the pragmatist: but what about TAXES gertrude - Tim and Sasha interacting is the sweetest thing ;_; - oh this is AFTER the hookup lmao - OH WAIT Sasha canonically knew about Danny??? I didn't know that oof - Oh Jon's getting a phone call I suppose - Jon's trying so hard to be dramatic and Martin's like "okay bitch grab ur backpack and lets go" EP 163 (In The Trenches): - "Tell everybooooody I'm ooon my waaay, new frieeends and new plaaaaces to seeeee" - YESSS LET MARTIN CURSE OVER THE GUNSHOTS AND BAGPIPES - "Martin can you stand over there and cover your ears while I cast Eldritch Ramble" EP 164 (The Sick Village): - another one that hits different in corona times - I hate the word soupy - what in the midsommar - if you can't find your own statements, DIY your own - Martin: fuck u Jon, Helen's my friend now - Martin: can I get an Uber, can I PLEASE get an Uber EP 165 (Revolutions): - this is my friend's favorite episode so I'm excited - oh circus music gross - THE RHYMINGGGGG OH I LOVE THIS - my arms are sore from happy stimming at this audio oh my god - SHUT UP JON IT WAS A GOOD POEM - GET HER ASS JON - is that our first "Ceaseless Watcher"?? I think it was! - Jon: Level Up! - Martin: that's hot EP 166 (The Worms): - HELL YES JON SAID FUCK - oh worm? - Martin answer your damn phone - awww Martin don't doubt yourself :C EP 167 (Curiousity): - Fiona: lmao watch this -passes out- - oh I didn't realize Eric was one of the OGs, their conversations make more sense now - Michael :c - Gertrude you got played like a fiddle damn EP 168 (Roots): - jealous Martin lmao - Jon just tell him why you woke up that would probably solve this - As someone who also freaks out about every little twinge this episode felt targeted EP 169 (Fire Escape): - desolation time? desolation time. can't wait to walk through hell - so aside from Smirke's 14 we have the 3 additional fears: the Extinction, the Scotland, and the Landlord - oh this one is terrifiyng i love it - OOOOH the "jons" slowly fading in was really clever - G O D martin sounds so defeated poor boy EP 170 (Recollection): - Martin finding tape recorders is the cutest thing - Oh fuck are we in the Lonely oh shit - this is so disconcerting i love it - someone get this man a better chair EP 171 (The Gardener): - Martin: damn that's a lot of bones - oh not THIS dude again I can barely understand him oh my GOD - well that was interesting EP 172 (Strung Out): - oh web? - oh this is sad shit - I think this is one of the worst domains yet for me personally this sounds like hell - g o d the web makes my brain hurt blease Jonny I'm stupid EP 173 (Night Night): - oh dark? - oh so the darkness is just the apocalypse daycare? nice - oh and this tween runs it, nice - Jon: are you SURE you want me to kill this middle schooler? - wow this is depressing EP 174 (The Great Beast): - oh hunt? - oh vast? lmao that's what i get for assumptions - Martin just wants to kill a man is that too much to ask someone give him a gun EP 175 (Epoch): - ex...tinct...ion? - “Peter was right” no FUCK YOU I refuse to give Peter any credit LOOK ADELARD WAS RIGHT, Adelard Decker laid the BLUEPRINT - poor Jon he's gettin these hard-hitting google searches - Basira and Daisy?????? OH WAIT THAT MEANS OH NO

[jawnjendes]

i’ve loved you for all of my life | shawn mendes

forevermore 3/?

shawn x goth oc

AN: i started a discord for shawnblr. blease message me if u wanna join.

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Even in a hat and sunglasses, Shawn still felt like he was being watched. He sat outside the main hospital entrance, smoking a cigarette. Everytime anyone walked past him to enter or exit, he turned away or put his head down. He was especially paranoid today, and needed to be on the lookout for, well, anything. People staring back at him, Ann’s parents, people with cameras. It was very important that Shawn didn’t get spotted today. The anxiety of it all is what made him step out for a smoke in the first place.

Normally, his security team would have a hand in making sure he was in a private waiting room, but given that his head of PR was not interested in Shawn unless he was doing PR things, he practically had to fend for himself. His main priority was getting to see Ann, but he didn’t want any unnecessary party seeing her.

The last three days were spent getting updates from Ann’s phone, sent by her cousin Jimena. Apparently Jimena was the only family member who did not have any unnecessary animosity towards Shawn, and politely kept him posted. And once Shawn knew what had caused Ann’s internal pain and bleeding, he had to see her as soon as he could.

Neither he nor Ann thought it was possible, and that was still technically true. It didn’t exactly happen the normal, conventional way, but hearing the word “pregnancy” was still worthy of a double take. There wasn’t any hint of joy or celebration when Jimena explained it to Shawn over the phone, that’s how he knew it was bad. No amount of Googling the terms was all that comforting either.

He took another drag.

“Hey, cheater!” called a loud, female voice from behind him. Clearly her habit of projecting her voice in public spaces hadn’t died down.

Shawn rolled his eyes to himself before getting to his feet. He turned to the woman as he blew the smoke out. “Hi, Jimena. How’ve you been?”

She adjusted her backwards cap with a grin on her face. “Oh you know. Was doing well til I found out my cousin was harboring a dead fetus.”

“Mm, you’re as blunt as you’ve always been.” Shawn attempted to sound amused, despite how awful that visual was. He dropped the last bit of his cigarette and stepped on it to put it out.

“It’s how I deal with this crap. So, you ready?” Without waiting for an answer, Jimena turned on her heel and headed back inside the building.

Shawn was quick to fall in step next to her. “No one else is there?”

“Nope! Her parents went home to shower, and then they’re going to get some things from Ann’s place. Should be good for at least an hour.”

She had a bounce in her step as she entered the empty elevator. She was particularly peppy given the circumstances. That had to be a sign that things hadn’t gotten worse with Ann, right?

“How’s she been doing?” he asked once the doors were closed.

“Well, it’s like I told you over the phone,” Jimena said. “Her tube was ruptured, but other than that, the surgery was successful. She just has to recover for the next month or so.”

“But, emotionally? Is she lashing out? Still talking and eating?”

The shorter girl gave him a look. But then it was like a lightbulb went off in her head. “Right. I forget good boyfriends worry about the mental wellbeing of their significant others.”

His eyes widened underneath the sunglasses. “Uh-”

“She didn’t tell me, I figured it out,” Jimena casually said. “For one thing, I know my cousin isn’t dumb enough to date someone that she knows is cheating on her. And another thing - no offense - but you and Camila is the fakest circus act I’ve ever seen. And a third thing, Annalise was really adamant on getting you to visit when no one else was here. And-”

“Okay, okay.” Shawn put his hands up in surrender. “Yeah, you guessed it. You just can’t tell anyone else, not even your family.”

“Hey, I gotchu. You’re cool with me. Why do you think I’m helping you?”

He smiled at the sentiment. At least one person was in the Shawnnalise corner.

Finally, the elevator doors opened on the second floor. It wasn’t too busy, some nurses were running around as per usual. Visitors walked around with their ill loved ones.

Shawn felt his heart beat a little faster as he stepped out into the hall.

“She’s at the end of the corridor,” Jimena told him. “Last room on the right. Have fun.”

“You’re not coming?” he asked.

She shook her head. “I’m the lookout. I’ll send Annalise a text when I see her parents or anyone else.” And she pushed the button to close the elevator doors.

Then, Shawn took a deep breath. The last time he saw Ann in the hospital was back during college. The nerves were quite the same, just radiating all over his body. He just wanted his girl to be okay.

His girl was in fact being looked at by a nurse when he walked in. Ann looked very sleepy, staring off to the side as a needle was put into her arm. However, her eyes lit up upon seeing Shawn at the doorway.

“You’re here,” she weakly said.

“I am,” he replied, taking the empty chair at her bedside. “How you doing, honey?”

She sighed. “You would not believe the shit I’ve been through.”

“Aww,” said the elderly nurse. “You’ve been a trooper! Strong lady, you are!”

“It’s true.” Shawn grinned. “I wasn’t even here for it, but I know it’s true.”

“Are you a friend? Boyfriend?” the nurse asked him.

“Best friend,” Ann replied for him. “Known him forever.”

It feels that way sometimes.

As soon as the nurse left, Shawn took Ann’s hand and kissed the knuckles. Then he leaned forward (somewhat awkwardly moving from the chair to the bed) to kiss her forehead and cup her cheek. It was hard enough that she was in the hospital; Not being able to see her at all was torture. Shawn couldn’t even focus on anything else, not even as a distraction. Now that he was here, able to see for himself that his girl was functioning, he could breathe again.

“I missed you.” Those words couldn’t even do it justice.

“I missed you too,” Ann replied.

Now that she was there in person, Shawn noticed the differences in her features. Apart from just looking tired and weak, her skin had paled, her eyes were a little sunken in, and her hands were pretty cold. Still Ann, just a little frail at the moment.

“So what’s this about an ectopic pregnancy?” Shawn asked, holding her hand in both of his. “Were you actually pregnant?”

Ann shrugged. “Not technically. It’s dead if it doesn’t implant in the right place, and it planted right on the tube and ruptured it. Things like this are common for people with PCOS so… I guess I should have seen this coming.”

“There’s no way you could have known,” Shawn reassured. “You didn’t think you could get pregnant at all to begin with.”

“Yeah. The really bad news is, my mom’s asking questions now.”

“Questions like…?”

“Like who was trying to get me pregnant? Why didn’t I tell her I was seeing someone? Why am I so inconsiderate? You know, questions of a parent who has an innate need to know every little thing about their child.”

Shawn moved a strand of hair behind her ear. “She asks because she worries.”

Ann shot him a look. “So tell me what I should say to her then. Note: she nor my dad like when I ask them to respect my privacy and will not take it for an answer.”

“Uh…” He took a moment. “They should respect your privacy? You’re your own person?”

“Ahh…” Ann patted his hand. “My parents aren’t white.”

“Well, unless you wanna hire an actor…”

“Sounds like a bad fanfic.”

Shawn sighed and squeezed her hand. “I promise I’ll get out of this contract soon. Then we won’t have to hide anymore.”

“Getting married sounds cool too,” Ann added.

“Oh, a hundred percent.” And he stood again, bent to an awkward ankle and pecked her lips.

Ann inhaled when they pulled apart. She tilted her head. “Were you smoking?”

Shawn couldn’t stop the guilt from appearing on his face. It was a habit that was not particularly liked by many people around him. “I’m sorry…”

“Mm, I’ll let it slide this time. I’m too tired to do armchair psych.”

“Okay.”

Silence fell between them as they watched the TV hung on the wall. Shawn tried to watch the cartoon, but his eyes trailed to his hand holding Ann’s. The situation she was in would be heartbreaking for those who want kids, or were trying for kids. Ann seemed relatively unbothered. No she hasn’t had an ectopic pregnancy before, but she already knew she wouldn’t be able to properly bear children. She knew her body wasn’t able to do things normally.

It’s fine. She couldn’t control that, and Shawn always tried to help her as best he could. He and Ann haven’t had the children talk yet, although she usually leaned more towards “no” if the topic was brought up. Shawn was okay with that.

Looking at his hand around hers made him imagine… what if it was a small hand? A much smaller hand? Pink and held tight into a fist, resting on the palm of Shawn’s hand.

The idea made his chest get warm, his heart melted a little. But the fact that it would only stay an idea abruptly brought him out of that five second daydream.

“What would have happened if you were actually pregnant?” The words came out of his mouth before the thought completed itself in his mind.

Ann didn’t say anything at first. She met his gaze, the mild surprise on her face speaking for itself. Then she merely shrugged. “I haven’t thought about what ifs like that since my PCOS diagnosis.”

“And when was that?”

“I was seventeen. I never really thought about having kids before that either. It just never… I didn’t really care, despite the inherent pressure that’s placed on women and even young girls to have kids, like it’s their only purpose or something.” She spoke quickly and then took a breath, getting back to the main topic. “My mom was mostly worried that I had cancer when we realized things weren’t working the way they’re supposed to. Both my parents were sad when we found out I would most likely end up infertile, and I... I just never thought about it since. It’s just how my body works: unable to bear children.”

“And you’re okay with that?”

“I can’t really miss something I never had. Besides, you know me. I have better things to do than be reduced down to my biological functions, or lack of.”

“Right,” Shawn said in thought. “Well… have you thought about it now that this happened? You know… us having kids of our own?”

Ann sighed and then squeezed his hand. “I might ask you the same question.”

The two silently looked at each other. Shawn felt a little sheepish now that he heard Ann’s perspective of this particular realm. But he couldn’t lie to her.

“I see a little toddler with your eyes and my hair, running around in a black onesie,” he admitted. Okay, so maybe he’s thought about it more than once. More than he liked to admit. “Or a blue onesie. Or a pink one. I know it’s not realistic, it’s just… just a thought.”

“Thoughts are allowed. It’s a nice thought. I just think we should worry about this contract of yours, and then telling my family and yours that it was you and me all along, and then getting married…”

“Right…” He nodded, pushing the parenthood feelings to the backburner. “Still a lot to worry about first.”

“We’ll come back to it,” Ann promised.

At least she wasn’t saying no altogether.

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[secondhand-trash]

hello!! could i get prompt 6 and/or 12 for todoroki natsuo blease :>> thank you so much in advance!! i really liked how you wrote natsuo in your med fic with sick reader and i would love to see you write him again!

6. naturally goes along with a white lie you told and cover up for you when people question it

It was not that you didn’t like being around your friends, but sometimes you would much rather be at home wearing the t-shirt you haven’t washed in days and watching tv re-runs than go out and burn your social battery.

Guilty, but you really did think that you would be able to get away with your usual excuse of not feeling well. They had never doubted you before, knowing that there was a time when you fell sick on a regular basis.

So you forgot about it, until the next time you were supposed to meet up with your friends which you did manage to find the will to leave your house for. You could feel the blood retreating from your face when your friends brought up your absent from the last gathering.

“I almost didn’t believe you when you said you couldn’t come last time.”

“Oh?” you replied as nonchalantly as you could, adding in a little chuckle as if you were baffled by their very accurate suspicion, “how so?”

“Well, you used to fall ill all the time in the past but it has been a while since it happened.”

It wasn’t really the fact that you didn’t want to show up that made your palm sweat. At heart, you knew they probably would have understand if you had just told them that you didn’t have the energy to make it. But it was that fact that at that moment, you felt the need to lie instead of telling them the truth that made you feel so guilty. 

Natsuo, who was only there because you pulled him along, was barely putting the pieces together. He didn’t think too much about it when he saw you rolling around the bed with your phone in hand when you told him you would be out that night just earlier. But with the way you were tapping your finger on the table (a little habit you had when you panic), your friends probably made the right guess.

“I told them to finish up the carton of milk in the fridge as soon as possible after they opened it,” he sighed and you had to control yourself from shooting him an appreciative glance.

Your friends took his words as it was. Natsuo had always been the reliable one and you felt the rush of relieve when they slowly switched to talk about grocery buying habits.

Sometimes you think you could not be more in love with this man but when he gave you a small wink when no one was watching, you had never wanted to just jump on him and kiss him all over as much as you did now.

(back to the prompt list)

[spockandawe]

ALSO! New webnovel rec, because I am incapable of reading the quality fanfiction my dear friend harvests and brings back home to feed our family, but am apparently perfectly capable of reading whole novels’ worth of possibly-garbage looking for something edible.

And this wasn’t garbage! I’ve been craving books that scratch the same itch as svsss basically since I finished svsss, but haven’t had much luck tracking down good stuff. Transmigration books aren’t that hard to find, or ones where the transmigrator enters a villain’s body, but I’m really a sucker for that stallion-novel-(straight)-sex-drive-turns-into-single-target-(gay)-sexuality, and finding someone who can execute that in a cute+funny way, but still with moving moments and serious emotional depth... it’s harder. And I do want something distinct from svsss. So in general, I’m still/always on the lookout, but this is the first real success I’ve found, and I like it a lot.

It’s called How To Survive As A Villain, and the premise is that a current-day mild-mannered young ceo type.... gets terminal cancer, and eventually, kills himself. Towards the end, he was reading a webnovel about a stallion novel protagonist who had been a prince, until his kingdom was attacked, his family was killed, and he was captured by the emperor of the attacking kingdom. From there, he endures lots of hardship and torture, falls in love with the emperor’s little sister, eventually escapes and returns to his kingdom, comes back up north with an army, kills the emperor, etc. Eventually he collects a huge-ass harem and unites all the kingdoms under his rule.

WELL, that emperor... is who the main character (Xiao Yu’an) becomes. And the original emperor had been young, new to the throne, hedonistic, openly gay, and..... predatory doesn’t exactly feel like the right word, but it’s not WRONG, and saying No to the emperor is a terrible idea. He’s got a whole wing of gay concubines, some of whom are much more willing to be there than others. Xiao Yu’an is not interested in using the harem in the same way as the original goods, but they’re there, and his tastes are well known, so he’s a little bit stuck with them.

The stallion novel male lead (Yan Heqing) is imprisoned, and is busy suffering away. Xiao Yu’an is a genuinely good egg, and tries to act in as much good faith as possible with everyone around him, which includes trying to do decently by Yan Heqing. However... the northern kingdom is kind of responsible for crushing the southern kingdom and the deaths of Yan Heqing’s whole family, and he is not willing to put that behind him. First notable point of compare and contrast with svsss: Yan Heqing is NOT willing to forgive mistreatment in the same way that Luo Binghe is, and... I love the svsss plot, but this kind of determined resentment was also very tasty.

And the first point of general plot divergence that I hadn’t expected! Yan Heqing tries to kill Xiao Yu’an, and Xiao Yu’an is like STOP STOP STOP, I’M NOT THE EMPEROR, I’M REALLY NOT. And Yan Heqing does not want to believe that, but Xiao Yu’an stops his guards from bursting in on this attempted murder, and is finally like ‘whatever!!!! I already died once, I don’t care anymore!! Screw it, I’m going to bed!!!!!!!!!!’

So that is the turning point for the Yan Heqing to start catching Feelings, and it seems for a while like things will be able to progress happily. But everyone knows that Yan Heqing is the imprisoned prince of an enemy country, and a lot of powerful people are VERY eager to beat him down and/or just eliminate him, and eventually, it becomes clear that he can’t stay, and Xiao Yu’an takes back the intimacy between them (’instead of calling me by name, you should call me ‘your majesty’.’) and sends him back to his home, and settles in to try to take care of his kingdom.

But the book plot presses on, and their kingdom is destined to be defeated in the end. And it was surprisingly sad to read, because a lot of good people try really hard to make things work. And in the end, Xiao Yu’an goes to surrender himself to the approaching army. And oh my god, the MISUNDERSTANDINGS in this book. I do sometimes get impatient with misunderstandings as a plot point, because ‘just! talk!!!!!!!!’ but this book has done a LOVELY job with continually adding new inputs that change the situation without allowing them to sort things out. Both of them think the other one despises him (Xiao Yu’an: of course he hates the ruler of the nation that crushed his home) (Yan Heqing: of course he hates the leader of the army in the process of crushing his home) and Xiao Yu’an eventually makes his escape to a quiet mountain town to live a quiet mountain life while thinking that if Yan Heqing sees him again, he’s definitely going to be killed horribly :’)

The translation isn’t done yet, and I’m wrestling with whether or not I’m desperate enough for mtl or not. The main character is really funny at times, and makes jokes about marxism and management and things that I doubt the mtl has any hope of translating well, but also........... the two leads have just been reunited after a long separation, there is a LOT of heartsickness and pining, fresh misunderstandings, and SO MUCH HEARTSICKNESS! The novelupdates summary was like ‘A takes care of B, and then B takes care of A’, and I’m so impatient for Yan Heqing to start taking care of and protecting Xiao Yu’an. He wants to dote on him so BADLY, and was COMPLETELY rattled the first time he realized he’d been reunited with Xiao Yu’an again. 

And also........ I love mxtx, don’t love the way that she is like ‘yeah, only the two leads are gay, everyone else is str8, except for moshang’, and this book is DEFINITELY not doing that same thing. There are pair of EXCELLENT girlfriends who just got married, and I am definitely shaming the boys for not being even a FRACTION as competent as these ladies are. There’s another side couple that genuinely made me gasp with how sweet they are. And the main character is oblivious when it comes to his own self (though it is established in that in his previous life, he was never able to pin down his own sexuality), but he’s so supportive of everyone else. He falls into very sqq-esque traps of ‘oh, this girl is for the male lead, and nobody else’ and misses the way she’s clearly pining for a lady, but once he does catch a clue, he’s so good!

About half the book is done, and there are some INTERESTING dangling plot threads that I have to assume will come up again, but I have no idea in what capacity. At this point in the original canon, the main character’s First True Love had died, and he kinda fell apart and threw himself into harem-building shenanigans, but we’re past that point in the story now and while the PLOT-plot is moving in approximately the same direction, the emotional plot is completely different. And Yan Heqing has... pretty much made his smooching intentions clear, though we still have to see Xiao Yu’an is going to stop to process that, or if he’s still going to be stuck in panic mode that Yan Heqing wants to torture him. He’s got valid reasons for those worries, even outside just ‘ummm, i read the book’, but Yan Heqing is DESPERATELY devoted now, and I need the translator to translate more, right away, blease, I’m desperate ;u;

[illfoandillfie]

Aaaaaaah Happy Birthday sweetie🥰 For the prompt thing could you do number 4 with Ben please? I think that could be really funny! Maybe it could be to get pregnant and the new position might be because it might help better but you are not sure how it works so you have to call said friend again?🙈 sorry if it is to specific I hope you have awonderful day!🖤

4. Your friend told you about a new position

okay okay okay im hhhhhh benny put a baby in me blease

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Getting pregnant was harder than you’d thought it would be. Themovies and TV shows you’d loved growing up had taught you it would take one tryor maybe a week at most. How else could it happen accidentally for so manycharacters? But that wasn’t reality. You and Ben had decided a to make a propergo of trying three months ago and still nothing. You’d done the research, readthe mummy blogs, knew you shouldn’t be worried but i was hard not to have some doubts. It wasn’t like you weren’tmaking an effort. You’d seen a doctor, started taking supplements to help yourbody get all the nutrients it would need. Ben had stopped wearing briefs andswitched to boxers as well as cutting back on the cigarettes and coffee. Andyou were having sex regularly. Missionary or doggy every night you wereovulating because you’d read they got the sperm closest to the cervix. And yet,still no positive test.

It didn’t help that your best friend and her husband hadknocked it out first try. A honeymoon baby. Or rather two honeymoon babies. Atwin boy and girl. Adorable but a regular reminder you were failing. But maybe Pamjust knew something you didn’t. She’d wanted to be a mother since she was about15 so maybe she’d read something you hadn’t. the next time you went over toher place, you decided you’d mention it, if you could, in the hope she’d have some advice. 

To your surprise she was the one who brought it up. Herhusband offered to take the kids outside to play so you could have a properchat. The second he was gone she turned to you, serious.

“Still no luck on the baby front?”

“Nope. Not yet.”

“Have you tried Wheelbarrow?”

“A wheelbarrow? Like from a garden? How would that help?”

“Not a wheelbarrow, the position.”

 When you got home you walked from room to room searching forBen. Eventually you found him, his head in the fridge. He stepped back when heheard your footsteps.

“Hi love, how was it at Pam’s? Babies as cute as always?”

“Somehow they’ve gotten even cuter but maybe that’d just thebaby fever talking,”

Ben laughed, “Ours’ll be cuter though,”

“Without a doubt. Actually, on that topic, I have somethingnew for us to try.”

“Something new?”

“A new position. It’s maybe a little complicated but I thinkI get how it works. It’s called the wheelbarrow.”

“Why?”

“You know those wheelbarrow race things, where one personruns on their hands while the other person holds up their legs? Yeah I think it’smeant to look sort of like that except without the racing part.”

“Shit, really?”

“Apparently it’ll help you get even deeper than doggydoes and I figured since I’m ovulating again tomorrow we could give it a try.”

Ben smiled and pulled you into a hug, “Absolutely. You know I’ll try anything once, especially ifit’ll help get us pregnant.”

 The morning started like a lot of mornings did when you wereovulating, a slow lazy fuck and then Ben would get up to make you tea while youlay there and hoped it had worked. But this time there was the added excitementof the new position. You’d decided to try it that evening after Ben got backfrom having lunch with his brother. But sitting around waiting was kind ofmaddening. Which is why when Ben did finally get home, he found you on the bed,dressed in his favourite lingerie, your sex playlist playing softly in thebackground. He was on you in seconds, muttering about how incredible you lookedand how he’d been thinking about this all day, between kisses along your jaw.You found yourself giggling as he lay a trail of kisses down your body, slowlyundressing you and himself as he went.

“So wet already,” he said, nipping at your thigh as yourunderwear was discarded, “you want me that bad, huh?”

“Mmhmm, please Benny,”

You felt him chuckle softly as he kissed your stomach,following the path back up to your lips, “Patience, my love.” His fingersteased your core, one slipping in and out slowly, “Gotta make sure you’re readyfor me. Gonna fuck a baby into you so you gotta be ready.”

“I am, I swear,”

He let a second finger join the first, “Almost. You stillwanna try the wheelbarrow?”

“Yes, definitely,”

“Want me buried so deep in your pussy I can pump you withcum and it won’t ever leak out. Maybe I’ll fill you up and hold you there untilI can fill you again.”

You moaned as a third finger entered you.

“Think you’re ready for me now, aren’t you?”

“Yes, so fucking ready.”

Ben pulled his fingers free and sat up as he sucked theminto his mouth. He took one look at you watching him and laughed, “Well I’m notgoing to waist it. Anyway, show me how this wheelbarrow thing works,”

You pulled yourself together as best you could, “Umm okay,so you stand here,” you pointed to the ground and he took his place, “And thenI stand here but I need to be upside down.”

“Okay, so, do a handstand?”

“That can’t be right, can it?”

“I don’t know, it was your idea,”

“Maybe if I….”

“Thought you said you knew what you were doing,”

“Well I know how it works, I just didn’t think about thelogistics of getting there. Hang on,” You reached for your phone.

“What are you doing? Are you calling Pam, now? I’ve got a hardon and your calling Pam?”

“She’s not going to see it B- Hi Pam,”

“Y/N, Hi! Expected you to be wrapped up with your soon to bebaby daddy by now,”

“That’s the thing. We’re uh, testing out that suggestion yougave me but we’re having some trouble getting it to work.” You tried not tolaugh as Ben’s cheeks got pinker as he listened in to your half of the call.

“What’s the problem?”

“Just not sure how to go about, um, getting situated. How doI get my legs up?

Pam laughed, “Oh, easy, okay. So, maybe grab a pillow first.Don’t want to bump your head in the middle of it.”

“Ben, pillow,” you pointed at the head of the bed, droppingit into place once he’d handed it to you.

“Then,” Pam continued, “You put your hands flat on the floorand then he lifts your legs up so he can get between them. You can leave yourlegs straight but I always found it handy to sort of wrap them around him. Biteasier on your muscles I think.”

“Oh my god, that makes sense. Thank you so much,”

“Yeah? You good now?”

“We’re good, thanks,”

“Ben hasn’t lost wood with this interruption?

“No, he’s all good,”

“Is she saying something about me? What is it?”

You waved your hand to shush Ben.

“Tell him he has to make you finish or the baby thing won’thappen,”

“Pam, oh my god. He is perfectly capable of that without thethreat. And it’s not even true. God I should go, he’s very embarrassed by allof this.”

“I’m not embarrassed!”

Pam laughed, “Talk soon? Oh, and remember if your arms gettired you can drop down onto your forearms instead and it should still work.”

“Yeah, I’ll call you tomorrow. Thanks so much,”

“Good luck!”

“What’d she say?” Ben asked once you put the phone down.

“It’s exactly like the wheelbarrow race. I’m gonna rest onmy hands and you’re going to grab my legs,”

“Okay, sounds good. You still horny?”

“Very much so,” you said as you dropped to the ground, adjustingthe pillow, “I can see you are,”

“Lucky for you. You right?”

“Yeah, all good,”

Ben bent to grab your legs and pulled them up behind you, givingyou a second to shift your weight on your hands. There was a moment of uncertaintyas he let go of one of your legs to line himself up properly, but as soon as hesunk into you, you knew it was worth the hassle.

“Shit you’re deep,” you whined, letting your head restagainst the pillow.

Ben shifted his grip slightly and you hooked your legsaround him as he began to thrust into you, “I’m going to get you so fuckingpregnant.”