#but what i won't do is sit here debating all day on which of us is More Correct

[factcheckingmclennon]

I agree that no definitive answers can be offered for lyrical analysis. I asked you to fact check it because I've seen people say "Paul literally says it's about John." And I sent you a correction because I think it's important to acknowledge context as an essential part of fact checking. And, in context, the quote is a lot more complicated than the one you shared. And the "them" feels like a far more likely interpretation of the transcription given what the actual quote is. I really love this idea for a blog! And I'm excited you're undertaking it! But I think it's only fact-checking if context is also considered

it is being considered and like i told you, it's been added to the post as with any other correction i receive. i can't offer you much more than that. again, it is interpretation. the full video & context as well as your continued argument has been added to the post, but that's really all i can do here lol

you think that's a far more likely interpretation, that's fine! i am offering both interpretations on the post. but i'm not going to say i agree with you and i'm also not going to say mine is more likely either. i will simply say i hear "him" & think it's not continuous and you hear "them" and think it is. that's, again, fine.

i'm really not sure what other context you would like me to be adding. i've added the full video as well as your argument here. i've also added the other side of it & why people think it is about john. the context is there. i'm just not changing my mind on my own personal interpretation. i'm also not claiming my personal interpretation as fact or the more likely one.

this will be the last ask i'm answering about this unless anyone has any further quotes/videos/etc about it that aren't just arguments on either side because, like i said, this is not the blog for that

you are also totally free to reblog the post and add your own arguments to it, or make your own posts and link to my post to do so. but i'm just not going to be engaging with back and forths on things as subjective as interpretation. the full context has been added and that is what i'm here to do.

i do thank you for providing that context as well as the question! but we've gotta stop here or it's going to get aggravating for everyone.

we can just agree to disagree and live with the gray area for now, unless paul ever decides to talk about it again

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Behind Closed Doors 18+

Request: Hey sweetie 🥰 would you do an imagine for me where you're Phoenix's best friend and share an apartment with her (you're not a pilot) but have a secret relationship with Bradley which she doesn't know. One time you think you're alone at home when he is over so you have some fun, but when you both leave your room nearly naked you find her sitting there. You try to explain but she just glares at you both, but after a while she gives in and explains how happy she is for you?

Pairings: Bradley Bradshaw x Simpson!Reader

Warnings: smut, fluff, swearing

First Installment- Behind Closed Doors

Second Installment- Out in the Open

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You are a high school teacher at Miramar High School on base. You had already lived in California for some years now and were loving it but you needed a roommate, rent on a teacher's salary was hard. You debated on whether or not to get a roommate but didn't want to end up with someone strange or serial killer. You had almost given up when Natasha came to Top Gun looking for a place to stay she called you up, and you immediately said yes.

Natasha took you to the hard deck when you finally had the night off from grading papers and essays, that's when you met the handsome stranger with a mustache and a Hawaiian shirt. She said that she wanted you to meet her friends and fellow coworkers and you were all for it. You both walked into The Hard Deck on a Friday night and the first thing you see where a sea of khaki uniforms, flight suits, and civilian clothing. You weren't a stranger to The Hard Deck, not in the least bit, you had come here a lot with other teachers and friends. You were no stranger to the Navy, not the least bit either, your father being none other than Vice Admiral Beau 'Cyclone' Simpson. You had really thought about going into the Navy but decided against it since the love of teaching and helping kids won over. She dragged you over to her group of friends to say hello. They introduced themselves and you did to them but your gaze lingered on Bradley Bradshaw.

"Hey guys! This is my friend and roommate Y/N!" Natasha said over the loudness of the music and you gave them a wave.

"Hi, I'm Bob. Natasha has told us a lot about you." Bob spoke up first and you turned to look at her.

"All good things I hope." You answered but looked at her and you both smiled and she turned her head.

"Very good things. I'm Bradley." Bradley spoke up and you turned your head to meet his gaze and you could've sworn you fell in love right then and there. You both locked eyes and the rest was history. Your attention was torn away from him when another voice came through.

"I'm Jake. You can call me anytime. You’ll be remembering it when I have you screaming it later tonight. " Jake said with a smirk and you just rolled your eyes.

"I won't be calling you at all or screaming your name because I don't do cocky aviators. Just be glad Penny didn’t hear that." You told him and everyone's jaw dropped there weren't very many people that could take Jake down a peg but they found one person. Jake was silent but still had that stupid smirk on his face.

"Oh, I like her." Jake said then another voice came through.

"I like you. You got Jake to shut up for once. I'm Javy." Javy said and you smiled and said hi back. Finally the last one spoke up.

"My name is Mickey. Sorry for Jake's behavior now and in advance." Mickey said and you laughed.

"No worries. I know how to deal with over confident cocky jocks." You said and Bradley spoke up.

"Oh? What do you do?" He asked curiously and you smiled at him.

"I'm a high school teacher on base. I deal with a lot of teenage testosterone every day." You told him and somehow moved closer to him Natasha saw this and shook her head and moved to stand between you and him.

"I don't think so. You're not taking my best friend." She said and grabbed your arm dragging you away from him "You don't have a drink. We need to get you a drink." She said and dragged you to the bar. Penny came over and met you. You told her your order and Natasha ordered hers and everyone else's. While you wanted you and Bradley stole glances at each other. That's how it went on for the rest of the night. Natasha tried to keep you away from Bradley but every now and then you would make your way over to him and both of you would flirt. It was funny when Natasha noticed you weren't there and would find you and grab you and drag you away, you would smile at Bradley and wave.

By the time everyone was ready to go come most of everyone was drunk. Except you, Bob, and Bradley. Bob assured you that he would get everyone else home safely and you nodded and you told him you would take care of Natasha. Bob started to round up everyone else while you rounded up Natasha that's when Bradley came up to you.

"You need any help?" He asked you and you shook your head but spoke up before he could say anything.

"You can walk us to the car though." You said and he smiled. You would come back later and close out your tab. True to your word he walked you to your car while you put Natasha in the passenger side. She was mumbling incoherent words but you just shook your head and shut the door after making sure she was buckled in and went to the driver's side where Bradley stood. You leaned up against the door and he took your hands and held them.

"So is there a chance I'm going to see you again?" He asked you and you nodded.

"There is a very good chance." You smiled "Give me your phone." You said and he dropped your hands while he dug his phone out and you did the same you both exchanged phones and put your numbers in. He saw your lock screen and wall paper.

"Wait.... that's Cyclone on there. Why would he be on there?" He asked curiously but not mad. It was true your dad was on there it was taken when you had graduated college.

"Because he would be my dad." You said in a matter-in-fact tone. "Don't tell the others. Only you and Natasha know." You said.

"Your secret is safe with me." He said and handed your locked phone back to you and you did the same. You smiled and he opened the door to your Jeep Wrangler. You got in and rolled down the window once you turned the key.

"Have a nice night Bradley." You said with a soft smile and he smiled back.

"You too, Y/N Simpson." He said and you laughed softly and backed and headed back to the apartment. Natasha was knocked out.

You arrived back and woke her up and helped her inside. You made sure the window was closed and the car locked. You helped her to her bedroom where she fell on the bed and went to sleep, you just shook your head and removed her shoes and socks. As you were getting ready for bed your phone buzzed with a notification.

Bradley Bradshaw: I'm really glad to have met you tonight. Any chance I can take you on a proper date?

You: Absolutely. Tomorrow night?

Bradley Bradshaw: Really? Tomorrow night is perfect. Favorite choice of food?

You: I'm not picky but love Thai.

Bradley Bradshaw: It's a date. I'll pick you at 7. I'm looking forward to it. Have a good night.

You: Sounds perfect. I'm looking forward to it too. You have a goodnight too.

You smiled and plugged your phone in and laid down. Looking forward to tomorrow night.

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Saturday morning rolled around and you were the first one up. You started making coffee and breakfast when Natasha rolled into the kitchen looking hung over.

"Good morning sunshine." You said in a normal voice but she winced and you chuckled and smirked.

"Oh my gosh. I shouldn't have let Mickey talk me into tequila shots." She said and sat down at the counter and put her head down. You felt bad for you really did.

"Yea I noticed." She looked up when something warm hit her hand.

"Thank you so much." She said and took sip and practically moaned.

"Hey listen. I have a date tonight at 7 tonight. I won't be home until late." You said and that perked her up.

"Oh? With who?" She asked and you smirked.

"Someone I met at the bar last night. We really hit off." You said and she started to try and guess who it was but you denied her each time. She dropped it when you placed pancakes, eggs, and bacon in front of her. "Eat up. It'll help with your hangover." You said and started to clean up.

Once you cleaned up you walked past her and pushed her a little bit and got ready for the day. You got dressed and started cleaning the house. Natasha was currently in her room curing a hangover which you didn't mind honestly. You told her that you were meeting your dad for lunch and she gave a thumbs up and you laughed and headed out to meet him.

You met him at a little cafe. It was a tradition you had every Saturday afternoon. You walked in and he got up and hugged you when you met him.

"Hi, daddy." You said to him.

"Hey, sweetheart." He replied and let you go as you both sat down. It was silent for a moment. The waiter came and took your order and they left. Then came back with your drinks.

"I have a date tonight." You told him and he looked at you from putting sugar in his coffee and you did the same.

"With who?" He asked taking a sip, you were hesitant but loved your dad.

"You know him. He's an aviator. Bradley Bradshaw." You said and he stopped drinking.

"Sweetheart-" He started but you stopped him.

"No Dad. I really like him and we're going on a date tonight. You will also not give him a hard time at work understand?" You said making it clear. Right now you sounded just like your father and he was proud of that, then again you dealt with testosterone filled teenage boys.

"I understand." He said just as your food arrived. You all ate and talked and once you were done he paid and you both left. He walked you to your car and hugged you and kissed your head. "Drive safe sweetheart. I love you" You smiled and let go of him.

"Of course Dad. I love you too." You both got in your cars and took off. You ran a couple of errands and stopped by work to grab something and then went home. When you got there Natasha was up and sitting on the couch watching TV with popcorn.

"How was your lunch with your father?" She asked and you smiled while putting away your stuff and kicking off your shoes. You walked to her and joined her on the couch and she passed you the popcorn bowl.

"It was good. Told him I had a date. He didn't get much say in it." You said taking a handful of popcorn. She laughed you were probably the only person to make Cyclone go silent. He would do anything for you. The rest of the day and leading up to 7 PM you sat on the couch with Natasha watching movies and gossiping.

When it hit 5:50 PM you started to get ready for your date with Bradley. You walked to your closest and stood there looking at it then an outfit you absolutely adored made its appearance. You grabbed it and other things and headed to the bathroom conjoined to your room. You took a shower and then applied light makeup and put on the outfit. Your outfit was a pair of jeans with a cute flowing blue short-sleeve shirt. You looked at yourself in the mirror and smiled you were ready. Your hair was naturally wavy so you didn't have to do anything to it.

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7 PM came around and Natasha had other plans so it all worked out. Bradley came to the apartment door and knocked, you opened the door and he had flowers in his hands and that made you smiled.

"You're so beautiful." Bradley said and you blushed.

"Thank you." You replied.

"These are for you. I hope you like them." He said and gave you the flowers.

"They're beautiful. I love them. I'm just going to put them in a vase." You said and did just that and welcomed him in. You had your back to him when he started to speak.

"I found this awesome Thai place just right outside of the base. You're going to love it." He finished as you turned around and smiled.

"I've heard some good things about it. I've always wanted to go there but never have the time." You told him and he smiled.

"Well I'm glad I'm the first one that will be taking you." He said "You ready to go?" He asked and you nodded.

"Absolutely." You said and the both of you headed out the door and to his Bronco. You got there and he opened the door for you like a true gentleman. He shut the door and got into the driver's side and started it up and started to drive toward the restaurant.

You arrived at the restaurant and he killed the engine and got out and was at your door before you could get your hand on the handle. He held out his hand and you took it letting him guide you out and into the restaurant. You were taken back to your seats and sat down.

"So how do you know Natasha?" He asked you and you smiled.

"I met her when she first came to Top Gun. We hit it off pretty well. I was going to school and helping Penny out. She moved on but we stayed in contact." You said and never nodded. "I hope my dad isn't giving you any problems." You said to him as the waiter came over and took your drink orders.

"No, he's not." He laughed slightly. The waiter came back with your drinks and you were ready to order which you both did. "Does Nat know you're on a date with me?" He asked you and you shook your head.

"No, she does not but my dad does. Don't worry he's ok with it." You said when you saw his panicked face. "What do you say we keep this to ourselves and see how long it takes people to figure out?" You asked him with a mischievous glint in your eye.

"Let's do it. Nat is going to flip her lid." He said and your food arrived. You ate and talked making easy conversation.

The night ended too fast in your opinion because the next thing you knew you were back at your apartment. He gave you a goodnight kiss on the cheek and you both said that you would like to do it again.

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This is how it went on for 7 months but each time it got more intimate and staying over at his apartment started, you couldn't stay at your apartment because of Natasha. You both would be sneaking around behind Natasha's back but everyone else knew. Everyone else knew because they figured it out especially when you came to give your dad something during your lunch break and waved at Bradley, who smiled and waved back. Nobody else knew you were a Simpson either but they found out that day.

You had just walked into the building where your dad worked. You saw the group of pilots, besides Natasha. They saw you walk in and then Bradley locked eyes with you, you smiled and waved which he returned. You walked off towards the offices and everyone turned to Bradley.

"What was that?" Jake spoke up just as surprised as everyone else.

"You're going to have to be more specific Jake. She waved and I waved back." Bradley said while looking back down at the work that laid in front of him.

"Oh no. That wasn't just a wave to say that was a wave like you've been together and been sleeping around." Javy spoke up and Bradley stayed quiet not wanting to give anything away.

"Wait....... are you dating her?" Javy asked but Bradley stayed quiet.

"You are!" Jake practically screamed

"Keep your voice down." Bradley said finally looking over at the pilots. He didn't get to speak much more because Cyclone came walking in with his always neutral look and you on his left side. Everyone shoots up and at attention.

"At ease." He said and everyone relaxed and sat down. "This is my daughter, Y/N. I'm dropping her off here right now before she has to go back to work and because I need to get to a meeting. Be nice to her." He said and turned to you.

"If I don't see you again after I get out of this meeting, be safe driving back and I love you." He said and kissed you on the cheek everyone was surprised.

"I will. I love you too." You said as you pulled away from kissing his cheek. He turned and walked off. Everyone was looking at you. After making sure he was truly gone you tackled Bradley in a hug and kissed him hard. Everyone was shocked.

"Oh stop your staring. We're fine with it as along as Nat doesn't know. She'll flip her lid." You told them and they all nodded. You sat on Bradley's lap and you all talked about anything and everything until you looked down at your watch. "Oh shit! I got to go!" You said and scrambled off of Bradley "I'll text you." You told him and you were out the door. As you were hurrying Natasha popped up but you didn't have time to stop and chat. "Hey, Nat. Bye, Nat. I'm late." You said and she waved as you sped down the hallway. She just laughed.

Back in the room, everyone was shocked. Jake quickly got over it and a sly smirk came on his face. "You sly dog. You're fucking her aren't you?" He said and Bradley couldn't help but smile. "I can't believe you're hooking up with the Vice Admiral's daughter." He continued "Does he know?" He asked and Bradley nodded his head.

"She told him that we were going on a date. She said that he was good with it." Bradley said looking up at him just as soon as Natasha walked in having not heard any of the conversation and it was dropped but they gave Bradley a knowing look.

Every now and then Bradley would come up to meet you in your classroom just to see you or have lunch with you. On many occasions, he was still there when students started to roll in. Many of the female students stood there gawking at the handsome male aviator, who was either in his flight suit or khaki uniform.

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Natasha did find out a week after that. It had just become your and Bradley’s 8-month anniversary of dating. You had thought she was going to be gone for most of the morning staying at the base for something she had to do that night, even though it was a Saturday night and Sunday morning. You thought you were clear and you were for the night but not the morning when she came back earlier than what was planned.

You and Bradley had just come back from dinner and sat down on the couch and turned on a random movie. You both weren't paying attention to it too busy with each other. It started with you wanting to watch the movie but then Bradley started by kissing your neck and then he was slowly turning you so that you were facing him. The kissing was slow and passionate. You could feel his one hand that wasn't holding your neck start to creep up your thigh.

"Wait wait." You said and he pulled back with a confused look on his face.

"Is something wrong?" He asked sounding hurt.

"No nothing is wrong everything is perfect. But if we're going to have hot passionate sex I want it to be in the bedroom and not on the couch." You said and watched his face relax.

"You got it, darlin." He said while effortlessly picking you up which made you let out a squeal and clung to him. He started to kiss you again and you kissed back. You could feel how hard he was getting and it only turned you on more. He stumbled his way to your room all of a sudden you felt the mattress on your back and he climbed on top of you kissing you and touching you. It was all too much but it was perfect.

"You're perfect darling." He said as he slowly took your shirt off followed by your bra. He attached to your left nipple and started sucking and gently biting it, which had you moaning and grabbing his head. Your fingers raked his scalp. He moaned and that sent vibrations through your body. He pulled off your left nipple and gave the right one the same attention.

"Bradley." You moaned his name. You could feel him smirking he suddenly pulled off and kissed down your sternum to the start of your jeans and then he started to unbutton the buttons looking up at you.

"You're amazing. You deserve everything." He said while looking up at you as he took off your jeans and underwear and you lifted up helping him.

"You're amazing too. You should be shown appreciation too." You said starting to get up but he wouldn't let you. He quickly shed his clothing and climbed on top of you. He kissed you and you kissed back then he attacked your neck which had you a moaning mess. He quickly made his way down your sternum and to where you needed him the most.

"Later but now it's all about you." He said and you could feel his breath hit your vagina. He licked a broad stripe up and you let out a photographic moan and you felt him smirk. You were wet already but this just made you wetter. He kept going and then he was suckinf on your clit which had that familiar rubber band feeling coming to you. Occasionally he would tease your opening with your tongue. What made that rubber band snap was when he gently bit your clit and your vision turned white and stars could be seen.

After a few minutes, you came down from your high and he was crawling up and kissing you letting you taste yourself. You only broke apart when you needed air. "You're amazing." You told him and he smikred.

"You are too." He replied as he moved one hand down to his now leaking pre-cum cock giving it a pump and lining up with your entrance and pushing in. You threw your head back and your hands when to his back and raked your nails down his back leaving marks, he hissed out but in pleasure. "You're always so tight. It's like you were made for me." He said through the pleasurable pain.

"Oh fuck." You moaned out "More." You said almost demanding.

"Yes, ma'am." He said loving that you were making orders. He started to thrust into you and he hit you in all the right places. He brought one hand to catch both of your wrists in his large hands and brought them up above your head. He started to attack your neck with hot passionate kisses. He used his other hand to attack your sensitive clit which had you spreading your legs further. By doing that he started thrusting deeper and hit your g-spot. You were quickly coming to your second orgasm. "I'm close darling." He said and you knew it was true by his thrusts getting sloppily.

"Cum in me." You said and he nodded. He started to pick up his speed in thrusting and on your clit until you both hit your peak. His hips stilled as his cum painted your walls rope and rope and you came on his cock.

You both came down and he gently pulled out and laid next to you and you laid your head on his chest. The room smelt of sex and all that could be heard was both of you heavy breathing. "I'm so glad to be with you. I love you." You said and he dropped a kiss on your forehead.

"Me too darling. I love you too." He replied and both of you fell asleep.

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It was the next morning and neither of you had to work since it was a Sunday. So you decided to pay Bradley a favor and show him the attention he deserved. You woke up before him and slowly kept down until you were at his flaccid cock. You slowly wrapped your hand around him and started to pump him until he was semi-hard, he started to moan but he was sleeping still. He took him in your mouth and started bobbing up and down and dipping your tongue into his slit. He started to thrust into your mouth and you hallowed your cheeks to take him further. It was a good thing that your gag reflex was almost nonexistent.

Bradley slowly opened his eyes and looked down at you. You had your eyes closed but sensed he was watching you and opened them and looked at him through your lashes. He put one hand on your head but didn't press down. He was close. He was moaning and almost panting. "Yes, Darling. I'm close." He said After a few minutes, you came up for air, but immediately went back and swirled your tongue around his tip, and that is what sent him over the edge. He came into your mouth, and you could taste his salty cum and swallowed it all. You pulled off of him when he was down and wiped the excess into your mouth. "What was that for?" He asked you.

"Well, you took such good care of me last night that I decided to repay you the favor." You said and he pulled you up to him and kissed him. He could taste himself. You pulled away for air.

"Get dressed, I'll make breakfast." He said and helped you get up. You slipped on your underwear after you found it, and on his oversized shirt, you forfeited the bra. He got up and pulled on his boxers. As he followed you out into the hallway you stopped short, because right in front of you in the kitchen was none other than your roommate, Natasha Trace. You stood there like a deer caught in headlights.

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"Natasha. I thought you weren't supposed to be back until later this morning." You said and grabbed a pair of sweatpants that just so happened to be in the hamper. Bradley had gone back to the room and grabbed his pants. You were wearing his shirt so he forgot about it, it's not like she hasn't seen him thought a shirt.

"I got done early." She said slowly back "What is Bradley doing here? Why are you wearing his shirt?" She asked she had a feeling what the answer was going to be.

"I think you should sit down." Bradley said from behind you and you both walked into the kitchen and you both sat down on the barstool and she sat down at the table.

"Ok. I'm sitting." She said glaring at the two of you.

"I'm just gonna come out and say it." You said, "Bradley and I have been dating for 8 months." You finished and waited for her to blow up but she was just glaring at the two of you.

"Do the others know?" Natasha asked and you nodded.

"They found out last week when I went to drop something off to dad." You said.

"Why was I the last to know?" She asked still glaring.

"I know you wanted me to stay away from him but he's been so sweet to me. I know you were just trying to protect but Nat, I love him." You said she was still glaring but nodded and then turned her attention to Bradley.

"If you dare hurt her or break her heart. I'll be coming after you. I know where you sleep, and work, and you know how I am in the air. Not to mention I know her father." She said to him and he nodded.

"I'm not planning on doing any of those things. I love her too much." Bradley said looking at you dreamily and you looked back at him with the same look. Natasha saw this and finally stopped glaring.

"I am really happy for you guys. Still upset that I was the last to know, but that can be settled with you two buying me a drink at The Hard Deck." She said and you both looked at her and nodded.

"Deal." You and Bradley said at the same time.

"I'm gonna start making breakfast. Nat why don't you go and change?" Bradley said and she nodded and got up and headed off down the hallway. As she was walking she called over her shoulder.

"You better not have fucked anywhere in the kitchen or on the couch!"

You both laughed and shook your heads. You haven't yet but time will tell.

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Mr. Crazy and Mrs. Crazier | Dottore x reader smut

Warning: gore, human experimentation, dismantling of a human heart, psychopathic behavior Not proofread

You were just about the perfect being that he could imagine. In his eyes, you were smart, entertaining and downright gorgeous. Normally, Dottore wouldn't think such things about anything he didn't create himself, but you? You were different. You were perfect.

You were a very successful graduate of the Sumeru Akademiya's Amurta Darshan, some even say that you're the most promising student the Amurta Darshan's ever had. That was arguable. On the other hand, it was an unarguable truth that you were insane. You had about as much regard for human life as Dottore, or maybe even less. They tried to change you for some time, after all your knowledge and talent was definitely in the wrong hands considering your usual projects, which more often than not included human experimentation.

Obviously, they failed. When Dottore joined the Akademiya, he heard news of you, and he was intrigued. He searched for you day and night, week after week until you finally decided to see what his deal was, and once you saw his... creative potential, to speak lightly, you decided to teach him all sort of messed up tips and tricks, from the easiest way to disassemble a human body to reconstructing a human body with mechanical parts.

And that should give anyone the understanding of why and how Dottore was kicked from the Akademiya. When they learned of your cooperation with him, they were all but thrilled. In fact, they were mortified.

Dottore and yourself turned into a wicked pair, eventually ending up serving the Tsaritsa, but while he became a Fatui Harbinger, you just remained in the shadows, but eventually earning the rank number 2.5, as you and him practically came as a package deal. You continued working together for centuries.

Unlike you, he had to resort do different means of achieving a long lifespan, but you were always by his side to give him new ideas and help him out with whatever he needed. As such, you went from his mentor to his lab assistant who would sit atop a countertop in his laboratory and entertain him.

Fatui agents would often hear howling laughter coming up from the lab as you two were working on a new project, and could only imagine which part of cutting young humans up was it that entertained the two of you so much.

In reality, you could turn anything into entertainment.

"Why are you holding the scalpel like that? It looks like you're trying to use it as a chopstick." You raised your eyebrows at one of his most recent techniques.

"Criticize all you want, princess, but it's easier from me to cut at this angle. See?" He maneuvered around the current test subject's ribs, attempting to cut her heart out, having a prototype machine in hand.

"Or you could've just removed the ribs? Why are you so afraid to put the device down, it's not like we didn't sanitize everything a few minutes before starting this experiment." You rolled your eyes.

"But we always take the ribs out, and putting them back is such a pain."

"For you. I thought I gave you a detailed demonstration on how to reattach nerves properly. Also, how do you want to take out the heart with everything still in the way?" You crossed your legs, feeling that you've won the debate.

"By taking it apart, of course. The machine is also attached piece by piece, so the lack of open space won't be a hindrance." He grinned back at you.

"Excuses, excuses." With that, you went back to constructing some random trinket out of spare parts.

After a while, he finally managed to remove the heart, taking all the bits in his hand and raising them in the air victoriously.

"AHA! I've succeeded- oh shit..." He dropped one of them onto the floor. He placed the prototype heart down onto a sterile field, along with the scalpel before walking over to you. "Here, I shall give you my heart." With that, he dropped the dismantled pieces onto your lap, staining your pants with blood.

"Ew, you ruined my pants!" You grabbed a few pieces and launched them at his face as a payback.

"How dare you? I give you my heart and you just throw it away? Why so cruel, Y/n?" Both of you break out laughing like maniacs as you continue throwing bits of the test subject's heart at each other.

"Alright, alright, let's compose ourselves now." You said, gathering the bits before throwing them into a jar.

Dottore installs the prosthetic heart and sews the person back up, and after he was done with that, the two of you transported her to a cell.

"Now we just wait to see if the transplant was successful." You hummed in response, glancing down at your bloodstained pants again.

"Oh come on, those are just pants, Y/n." The blue haired man said with his arms crossed over his chest.

"But I liked these pants." You pouted. They were white shorts tailor made for you, and you knew that you'd never be able to get the blood out of the expensive material.

"Well I prefer you without pants, you don't see me complaining." He stepped closer to you, settling himself between your legs as you sat on the countertop. "And without a shirt too."

You grinned, leaning in to kiss him, and he eagerly kissed back, while his hands were already creeping up on your torso underneath your shirt.

"In that case, remove them, Doc." And he just did that. He grabbed the hem of your shirt and lifted it over your head, attaching his lips to your neck while you pulled your arms out of the shirt, tossing it onto the ground.

You moaned softly as he continued sucking hickeys onto your soft skin, working on removing the belt from around your waist. When that was done, he pulled your pants down, tossing them onto the floor before going for your neck again, meanwhile his hand pulled your panties aside and he started rubbing your clit with two fingers. You threw your head back, moaning when you started feeling a knot forming in your stomach, but then he pulled his hand away.

"Oh come on." You said, scrunching up your eyebrows.

"It's not fair if you get all the fun and I don't get any." He said before stripping himself of his clothes and going back to you. He unclipped your bra, pulling it off of your body and tossing it away before hooking his finger around your panties and ripping them off.

He took a breast in his hand while using the other to rub the tip of his cock over your clit, lubricating it in the process.

"Please just put it in." You whined.

"As you wish, princess." With that, he shoved his cock into your entrance. No matter how many times you've done this, the first few seconds always hurt. His cock was big by all definition, almost too big. The length couldn't even fit all the way in, while the girth was so thick that you felt like your walls were being thorn apart each time. He slowly pulled out before going back in, letting you adjust a little before he started thrusting at a steady pace.

You hummed in pleasure, feeling his veins graze against your walls, and it was like a little spark ignited inside your stomach every time his tip kissed your cervix. He continued thrusting steadily until he started to see signs of impatience on your face. Then he decided to speed up, kissing you hungrily before doing so.

He shoved his tongue into your mouth as he was thrusting inside you, squeezing your breast once in a while as well. You were a moaning mess, gripping his muscular back with your hands.

The way he felt inside you was intoxicating. You were addicted to him. Only he could make you unfold this way. The way he kissed you with such lust and hunger, and he knew all your most sensitive spots. He knew just how to reach that sweet spot that made you scream out loud in pleasure each time, and when he'd do that, he'd speed up and start thrusting into you at an inhuman speed right afterwards. You felt like your insides were being rearranged, while he just grunted into your ear, telling you how nice and tight you were, just for him.

After all, nobody has seen you like this. Not for a very long time, at least. And you were only the happier to know that you were the only one that he fucked like this, and the only one that he'd keep in his lap, cockwarming him as he did paperwork or some other task that would be way too boring other wise.

And just as always, now too he managed to time his release to yours, and he moaned out loud as your walls clenched around them while he shot his cum deep into you.

But he didn't stop after that, he never does. He waits until you get down from your high before thrusting into your overstimulated pussy for three more rounds, until there is cum dripping down from the edge of the countertop and both of you are completely exhausted.

Dottore then grabs you by your thighs, his cock still buried deep inside you, and he sits down on a sofa, where you both take a nap.

At times like this, it's not only the psychopathic hollering of two maniacs that the Fatui Agents hear, but also the way that he makes you completely lose your mind in pleasure.

[zaacoy]

Lego monkie kid season 4 spoilers ‼️

(heyyyyy note from after finishing writing all this out: this first one is just me going crazy over debatable freenoodles content in s4, you have been warned. Everything in here is /pos!! teehee)

WOW. OKAY. WHAHSJJSJnsjabsjanJSdWHHWJH????? The effect this show has on me is almost beyond my comprehension, not even really sure how to put this into words

iiiiiiiiiiii'll figure that stuff out when it isn't 3 am, it'll be a little rb thread whatever that's called on Tumblr

For rn can we please talk about how stRONGLY FREENOODLES WON WITH THIS SEASON????? WHAGAHT??????? ISHDKSJBSKX!!!!!!!!

FIRST FRSIT FIRST.

The FACT that tang KNOWS EXACTLY how Pigsy makes his noodles from memory if not by HEART??? He has no recipe on him and pigsy can't help he just????? KNOWS pigsy's noodles recipe. Something that is VERY important to him and is unique to his family??? And to which the ONLY other person we know of that also knows pigsy's recipe is mk. His adopted son???? The only people pigsy has EVER told his recipe to is his basically son mk and TANG. OR, POTENTIALLY, Tang has spent so much time sitting right by pigsy's side as he works, watching him indulge in his passion day in and day out to the point where he's just picked it up on his own?? EITHER WAY. HUSBAND BEHAVIOR.

"I'm your tangy!" he. he did not just say that. "I'm YOUR TANGY"????? 'YOUR' POSSESIVE. BASICALLY "IM YOURS". AND NOT YOUR Tang, TANGY. A PETNAME/NICKNAME. WITH THAT EXPRESSION ON HIS FACE????????? H. HWHWJGSJ???? HOW did they get away with this I genuinely wanna know. That is SO GAY. CATASTROPHICALLY GAY. "YOUR TANGY". I am dead on the floor.

"I have devoted my life to this man" elaborate on that. nonono keep going, what did you mean by that. How do you platonically devOTE YOUR LIFE TO ANOTHER MAN????? THAT IS THE MOST OBVIOUS INDIRECT WAY YOU CAN SAY YOU'RE MARRIED. THIS E N T I R E SCENE HOW DID THEY GET AWAY WITH THIS???? HOW do you a man devote your life to another man in a nongay way, Tang. Asking for a friend I just wanna know

The look of awe. He is literally stunned. No fear no nothing just. woww what is my husband doing. Gay gay homosexual.

what.

THE.

FUCK.

In. In what UNIVERSE is leaping into someone's arm, NUZZLING AGAINST THEM BECAUSE YOU'RE SO HAPPY TO SEE THEM AGAIN, AND THEN STAYING CURLED UP IN THEIR ARMS ,BOTH OF YOU BEAMING AT ONE ANOTHER, NOT GAY. I. That's. I'm. HfhdhsggdwghwWHAWT???? They are so married. They are so gay for each other. I. I cannot even fathom. Not even going to get INTO THAT GIGGLE WHAT WAS THAAAAAAT.

Slight side note, glad to see a head canon validated! The little nuzzle thing was a cute little gesture that I've always hc'ed onto Tang pretty much from the beginning of my freenoodlesshipping journey. Watching it HAPPEN in canon??? Feels good >:3 He's a snuggler fr

almost got a 2 for one, I hc tang to be the kind of person that doesn't really stutter or close off when he gets flustered he just starts laughing. It'll start out as soft chuckles and giggling but it just grows deeper and louder the more flustered he gets. Pigsy, being completely enamored with his man, tends to fall into a laughing fit with him and then they just become a flustered happy giggling heep in each other's arms. Sooo close, I won't stretch Tang's little giggle so far as to say that that hc is also basically canon, WILL use this scene to justify it tho :3c

"it's beautiful" AS A RESPONSE TO PIGSY KICKING ASS??? HOW DO YOU NONROMANTICALLY CALL YOUR "FRIEND" BEAUTIFUL JUST CASUALLY. UNPROMPTED. OUT OF THEIR EARSHOT. WHAT????? Why. Why are they so?? wghshdj

Some quick fire more general freenoodles moments:

"Oh, Pigsy where are you?" The first person he thinks to look for is Pigsy? Pigsy specifically? Not sandy or monkie king, pigsy. mmmmhm.

Talking back to a demon that is cooking you as we speak by praising your definitely not husband the entire time? Very straight. That's a very straight look they're giving each other too. Yes, very (/sar)

Just. How happy and excited he looks watching pigsy cook and get back into his thing? They're so wholesome. Old supportive married couple

"Doesn't that moron know we're his family?" Dadsszszs

the look of support and encouragement. They're so soft they make my heart hurt

:glance:

Trying to support each other, quite literally having each other's backs when in danger

Holding onto your husband and trying to protect your husband by extending an arm out in front of him respectively

Pigsy doing his thing and Tang being COMPLETELY there for it. Look at him. That content prideful expression on his face. Pride in his husband. Two kick ass husbands and their two unimpressed, frustrated children. Also find it cute how Pigsy made a bunch of food and then actively weaponized it but still went out of his way to make Tang in specific a nice bowl. Not the other two, just Tang.

IN CONCLUSION: 🏳️‍🌈🐷🍜

It is 4 aaaaaammmmmmm, goodnightttt prepare for more delusional ramblings later in the week I have so many tang thought jfjfn

[misc-obeyme]

For the event, may I request “Let me try.” with Solomon? (Not sure if that prompt has been taken already lol)

Anyhow, have a wonderful day/evening ^^

Hello, anon!

That prompt was indeed available, so you're good! I really debated with myself about whether to make this one angsty or not, but in the end I went with fluff. This is because several prompts have been chosen for Solomon and I have no doubt that at least a few of them will end up on the angsty side of things! Also I took some artistic liberties with potion ingredients, so there's that lol.

Thank you for participating!

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GN!MC x Solomon with prompt "Let me try."

Warnings: none!

There was something all consuming about trying to master a potion, especially when the ingredients needed to have precise measurements, the concoction called for exact swirling motions, and the complexity of it both challenged and excited you.

It was already past dinner, but you couldn't tear yourself away from the potions lab at RAD. It was your last class and you had told Belphie to go on home without you. The professor had given you permission to stay late and work on it. Neither of them had likely realized just how long you would stay there, completely distracted by your attempts to make the potion work.

The table you were working at was full of discarded bottles, bits of ingredients, and several loose pages of notes you had been making as you went along.

You had turned off the sound on your D.D.D. so that you could concentrate. It was sitting face down on the table nearby, most likely full of notifications from concerned demons. You were sure that Belphie had told the others you had decided to stay behind, but they likely thought you'd have come home by now.

You didn't have time to worry about that, though. You were going to make this potion work if it meant staying up all night long.

It wasn't that this particular potion did anything that mattered to you. In fact, you were pretty sure it was only meant to give the drinker heightened hearing. A fairly basic thing, but for some reason the potion itself was complicated. You'd likely never use it for anything, but that wasn't the point anymore.

You carefully poured a flask of sparkling liquid into the little bowl you were using to mix ingredients.

A single drop caused the potion to explode.

You yelped, backing up and waving at the air around you, which was now full of noxious green smoke.

"MC?"

You whirled around, startled. Who would be here at RAD at this hour?

You relaxed as you recognized Solomon standing in the doorway to the lab.

You let out a breath. "Solomon, you scared me."

Solomon came into the room to stand beside you. He smiled apologetically. "Sorry about that. I heard you yell, so I wanted to make sure you were all right. What are you doing?"

You told him about the potion and how you couldn't seem to make it work right.

"Hmm," Solomon said, looking over your piles of ingredients and pages of notes. "I'm sure you won't be happy to hear this, but I think you've mixed up some of the ingredients."

You frowned. "That can't be right. I've been using this list all night." You picked up a page from your pile, indicating the list you had jotted down during the lecture earlier that afternoon.

Solomon took the paper from your hand and leaned in to show you what he was looking at. He pointed at one of the items on your list. "This says you need devil grass, but the ingredient is actually devil sweetgrass. And this lists powdered devilstone, but it should be powered bloodstone."

"How did I write down two ingredients wrong?" you asked.

Solomon chuckled. "I don't know, MC, but that's likely the problem. Do you want me to help you try it with the right ingredients?"

You turned to look at him, about to refuse his help, but you paused. Solomon had been standing quite close to you so that you could see the ingredient list in his hand. Now you found yourself looking into his eyes. You took in the soft smile on his lips, the way he seemed to be looking at you with an overwhelming fondness.

And even though you were determined to get the potion right because now it was a matter of pride, you found you also didn't want him to leave.

"You don't mind?" you asked. "I know it's late."

"You should know by now that I don't mind helping you at any hour," Solomon said. "You're my apprentice, after all. What kind of teacher would I be if I left you to struggle with this alone?"

You huffed and took the list out of his hand. "I just can't believe I wrote these down wrong. I have to make the potion now or I'll never be able to rest."

"You're almost there," Solomon said, looking at the ingredients on the table. "You just need to change those two things."

Solomon found the missing ingredients in the lab's supply closet and brought them back over to you. The potion's meticulous instructions required the devil sweetgrass to be chopped in a specific way. You had been chopping the wrong ingredient, but you were fairly certain you had been doing it correctly.

You picked up the knife and were about to start, but Solomon stopped you by putting his hand over yours.

"You need to tilt the knife a little more like this," Solomon said, repositioning your hand.

The feeling of his hand on yours, the way you could sense him standing so close behind you, made you forget what you were doing momentarily.

You took a deep breath and began to chop. "Like this?"

"You're doing great, MC," Solomon said, still standing close behind you.

He lifted his hand from yours and let you continue on your own, but you instantly missed his touch. You scolded yourself mentally. You were here to make a potion and Solomon was here to help you. You shouldn't be letting yourself get distracted like this.

You were hyper aware of everything Solomon was doing as he guided you through the steps of making the potion. Every time he passed you some ingredients, your fingers brushed against his. You found you had a hard time looking away from his hands when he was demonstrating how to stir the potion properly. And he was always meeting your eyes, causing you to feel a little twist in your stomach.

You did your best to pretend that you were completely focused on the potion you were making. You hoped it was enough to cover up how distracted you were just by Solomon's presence.

When the potion was finally done, you looked down at the bowl and smiled. It was the correct shade of light green and nothing had exploded at all.

You grinned at Solomon. "It worked! Finally! I thought I was going to be here all night!"

Solomon smiled back at you. "Are you sure it worked? Don't you want to test it?"

You looked back down at the green potion. Certainly a potion for enhancing your hearing wouldn't be dangerous to test, right? But for some reason you were apprehensive. Probably because you had seen all the failed versions of it you had made previously.

Solomon seemed to know what you were thinking. He laughed lightly. "Why don't I test it, instead?"

You were about to protest, but you didn't have a chance. Solomon picked up the bowl and took a sip of the potion you had finally finished making.

You stared at him, eyes wide. "Did it work?"

Solomon met your eyes. "I can hear the clock ticking in the next room over. I would say that's a success."

You slumped in relief. You had been afraid something terrible was going to happen to him.

Solomon put a hand on your arm and smiled at you. "Well done, MC. I'm proud of you."

These words, his touch, caused a thrill to go through you. You tried to act nonchalant, smiling back at him.

Solomon cocked his head a little, as though listening. "MC, I can hear your heart racing."

All hope you had of keeping your composure vanished as you felt the heat rising in your face. You instantly covered it with your hands, backing away from him in your embarrassment.

Solomon laughed a little, reaching out to stop you. "You don't have to be embarrassed."

You peeked at him from between your fingers. "You're teasing me on purpose, aren't you? You've been doing it this whole time."

Solomon's amused chuckle revealed all. "You got me. How can I make it up to you?"

You turned your back to him, face still covered by your hands. "You can't!"

You were truly embarrassed and you didn't think your blush would be dying down any time soon.

You didn't move as you felt Solomon come up behind you, putting a hand on your back.

"Let me try," he said quietly into your ear.

That fluttering feeling returned to your stomach. You let him turn you around, let him gently pull your hands away from your face, let him tilt your chin to make you look at him.

When Solomon kissed you, you let yourself step into the circle of his arms, let yourself embrace that flutter in your gut, let yourself forget your embarrassment as you lost yourself in the feeling of his lips on yours.

You let yourself give in because you were beginning to realize just how much Solomon meant to you. When you were struggling, he was there to help you, even if he teased you along the way. It was how he let you know that despite his status as the most powerful sorcerer in the three worlds, he still just wanted to be with you. And who were you to hold that against him?

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[the-fiction-witch]

Sugar

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating SWEET AF

Requested Could you do a Jack Dawkins imagine where Jack meets Y/n in a side street when taking a break from the hospital (and ykyk they both get to start liking each other). But then Jack consents for a kiss but she kinda gets all nervous cause she's never had a first kiss...

I smiled as I sat on the little stone wall my back against the metal posts watching the clouds roll on by for a while. I heard the door behind me and perked up, turning to see a familiar figure.

"Ohh Afternoon Dr Dawkins," I greeted with a smile,

"Oh, Afternoon Y/n. What were you doing out here?" he asked as he came down the stairs still shook his hands off from freshly washed them inside clearly just got done with something and just cleaned off his hands. 

"Just on a breath, the scent of blood, bile and bodily fluid takes you after a while in there."

"Well you're not wrong." he chuckled and sat down beside me with a pleasant smile, "Prof likes it like that."

"Good for him, does he lack a nose? Mouth? and eyes?"

"He has them whether or not any of them work is highly debatable," 

"What about Sneed?"

"Ohh Sneed doesn't come down to the ward," He laughed, "Mr high and Mighty, Mr Fancy Britches, Mr don't Ether People. He thinks he is too good for the ward."

"what about you? Doesn't it bother you?"

"It bothers me, not much I can do about it, I clean it He'll fire me and put it back how it was in two days." He explained, "Besides, Sort of desensitized to much of it now."

"I imagine you likely are." 

"You get used to it over time." 

"I'm sure I will, what are you doing out here?"

"Ohh you know, just cut a guy's arm off. Felt like having a minute." 

"That's fair," I nodded, 

"I never imagined you wanting to work here."

"Becuase I'm a girl?"

"No, Becuase you're sweet."

"Shouldn't a nurse be sweet?"

"A nurse should be sweet, she should have a good bedside manner. But... You are too sweet."

"Too sweet?"

"You care about everyone, to a fault. In a hospital that's dangerous. Yes you want your nurses to care for patients be sweet and kind to them and it does always help if your nurse is sweet to you." he winked which made me blush, "But you're so sweet, that you care for everyone no matter anything else, you want to do what's for them. And yes that is a fantastic quality to have..." he explained,

"But?"

"But, You haven't been here that long, you're still new to nursing and what you will find out soon enough is that... you can't save everyone as much as we want to." he explained, "And yes believe me that takes time to get used to more than the smells, the sights, the blood. The first time you lose a patient it will never ever sit right with you. Every doctor, every Nurse, carries the weight of everyone they've lost..." he explained, "You can't blame yourself, but you do." 

"You shouldn't blame yourself, Jack. One lost patient means that maybe ten more won't die the same way." 

He smiled briefly, "That's a sweet way to look at it." he nodded, 

"Well, I have a sweet way to look at most things," I smiled,

"You do, and you do a lot to help people, you are very kind and caring, and Very Very Sweet."

"I can always help Jack,"

"But it worries me."

"Why?"

"I worry, the first time you lose someone you'll never get over it I tell you that now as a twenty-eight-year-old surgeon who started training on a ship at fourteen. That first one never quite leaves you." he explained, "I worry that you're so sweet it'll change you." 

"Change me?"

"But you're so sweet that... what's gonna happen when you have a patient you can't help. sometimes you can't help people. Sometimes there is nothing you can do but hold their hand and see them into the next life. Sometimes you have to sit and watch them die slowly and in agony staring into their eyes as their life leaves them knowing there is nothing you can do. You have to sit there and stare into the eyes of a child as they beg you for dead, knowing you can't do anything to help them. And you can't just sit back and think of them as bodies, they were people a person is below your fingers, with a life, dreams, hopes, a family." He explained, "How sweet will you be after all the things you'll witness here." 

"I don't know," I answered,

"How sweet will you be if we save someone, some man from losing his arm, only to find out he'll go home and use that arm to abuse his wife? How sweet will you be saving a girl's life with a surgery that will make her infertile and telling her she'll never get the have children because of what you've done to save her? How sweet will you be watching someone walk out of the hospital refusing treatment knowing they will die without help but knowing you can't force them? A nurse needs a good bedside manner I will not deny but this work is cruel, harsh, and bitter. And I am afraid you will not be so sweet after a few weeks here." 

"Would it be so bad if I wasn't so sweet anymore?"

"I think it would, I don't think the world should lose someone as sweet as you," 

"Maybe I'll still be sweet after all this, maybe all this horror will make me sweeter to see the world for what it is."

"That's a long shot."

"But not impossible."

"No... Not impossible."

"How do you stay so sweet?" 

He chuckled, "You think I'm sweet?"

"You are to me." 

"It's easy to be back to someone who's so sweet to start with." he smiled, and for a while, we just sat watching the clouds together, "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course," 

"do you taste like sugar?"

"What?" I giggled,

"You're so sweet, I'm curious if you taste like sugar?"

I giggled and licked my hand, "I just taste soap." 

He laughed at me, "Could I kiss you?"

"Hum?" I asked as I hadn't really been listening, 

"Could I kiss you?"

"Why?"

"I wanna know if you taste like sugar or not?" he shrugged with a playful smile, "So? would you let me kiss you?"

"Ohhhh i uhhh I uuhhhh I ummmmm" I stuttered blushing bright red, 

"Whats wrong?" he chuckled,

"I uhhh I'm just auhhh I uhhhhh" I nervously blushed, 

"I'm sorry Y/n." He said, "I didn't want to make you uncomfortable." He smiled, "It's perfectly fine, I shouldn't have asked anyway."

"No no! No, it's not that I'm uncomfortable I just uhh I'm sorry I..."

"What is it?" he asked seeming concerned, 

"I've never kissed anyone before."

"What?" He chuckled, 

"I've never been kissed before."

"Never?"

"No."

"Not ever?"

"No."

"In your whole life!"

"No..."

"Awww, You sweet little thing." he cooed, 

"I uhhh I wouldn't mind kissing you."

"You wouldn't?" 

"No,"

"Really, I'd be honoured to get to be the first one to kiss you."

"You would?"

"Of course, such an honour to be a girl's first kiss." 

"Well, I would like you to kiss me."

"Then I'll happily kiss you," he smiled, he took my hand and gently kissed it, "Ohh your right very soapy."

"I washed my hands before I came out," I giggled,

"well they are very soft," he smiled as he stoked his thumb across my hand, he moved a little closer and fixed the hair behind my ear, and his hand stroked my cheek, He smiled and moved closer to the tip of his nose stroked my own "May I kiss you Y/n?"

"You May Jack..." I blushed,

He nodded and smiled before he closed the gap between us and pressed his lips to mine, they were a little cracked but still very smooth, he tasted like oranges and had a metallic sting of blood, his skin smoothly smooth, the tip of his hair tickled my forehead a little his hand still stroked mine, I kissed back gently still a little taken back but I was on cloud nine so very thrilled and happy. He pulled back and smiled, he ran the tip of his nose across the bridge of mine and smiled widely, 

"That was... Amazing..." I gasped,

He chuckled, "I'm glad you liked it, I did too. I must say for your first kiss you were very good." he nodded,

"Thank you," I blushed, 

"And I can confirm, you do taste like sugar." he smiled, 

I giggled a little "I do?"

"You do, My sweet little sugar Nurse." 

"Awww," I blushed, "Jack?"

"Yeah?"

"May I kiss you?"

"You may," He smiled, 

I was nervous but I moved closer and pressed my lips to his, he happily smiled and kissed me back. The two of us just sat for a while in the sweet sun kissing for what could have been hours I didn't care I never wanted this moment to end. 

We pulled back as the door opened and we both glanced at the door to see Tim at the door, we both blushed a little to think we had been caught,

"Jack, Man's come in with a shattered foot." 

"Coming," Jack nodded,

Tim headed in which left us alone again, and Jack smiled and offered his hand.

"You-"

"I need my sweet sugar nurse with me don't I?"

I giggled and took his hand, he stood us both up and gave my lips a final kiss before we rushed inside to deal with this. 

[glamoureddreamer]

Birthday

Undertale Nightmare and Dream

Warnings: None (please let me know if this is wrong)

Considering a part 2 but I’m unsure I hope you enjoy :) have a great day

"Happy birthday Nightmare, I love you." Nightmare smiles pulling his brother closer.

"I love you too Dream, Happy birthday."

Dream watches the stars above them, twinkling far away. Providing a small amount of light. The apple tree covers his view of some of the stars but he didn’t complain.

"You won't leave me right?" Dream asked without warning. He didn't want to tell his brother but he felt as if something bad was going to happen soon. This was their calm before the storm, but he couldn’t explain it.

"Stars Dream, why would you ever think of such a thing.. of course I won't."

"Can you promise me?" Dream asks tears filling his sockets that go unnoticed by Nightmare.

~~~

"I promise Dream." Nightmare says looking at the tree stump in his abandoned au.

Today was their birthday and they were spending it away from each other again. Nightmare was sure Dream could feel it, the ache of being away from each other. They were always supposed to stay to guard the tree never being that far apart from each other.

Nightmare felt guilt, which is why he returned for today at least.

Coming to his old AU always brought up other feelings as well, like anger towards their mother, towards the villagers, and towards himself.

He never admitted it to anyone not even his team but he didn’t want to fight his brother anymore, he wanted to wrap his arms around him and apologize for everything he’s done. But admittedly he was afraid of what would happen if he did, would Dream even want to stop fighting? Does Dream hate him like he hates himself?

He brushes his hand against the stump but something startles him, he quickly takes his hand off the tree and turns around quickly. He was shocked to see who stood before him, his defense went down.

“Hello, Brother.” Dream stood a few feet away from him, his positivity wasn’t as strong and he seemed almost sad.

“Hi, Nightmare.” It was quiet between the two and somewhat awkward, it made Nightmare feel even worse. It was all his fault.

“I’ll leave.” Nightmare said after a moment, he turned around and made a portal.

He was about to go through when there was a hand on his shoulder, knowing whose it was he almost cried.

“Wait Nightmare..” Hesitantly he closes the portal and turns towards Dream.

“Yes?” He was always good at hiding his emotions, even as a child.

“Why…” He starts, seemingly testing out the water.

“Why are you here?”

“I always come here.” He quietly admits.

“You do?” Dream asks in a hopeful manner.

“Yes, only on special occasions.”

“Well… you don’t have to leave. If you want I can go.” Dream suggests. Nightmare thinks for a moment, debating his options.

“You can stay. I am going to stay too.” He says before sitting down against the stump much like how they used to.

Dream stood standing for a second before sitting down right next to him. After a few moments of silence, Nightmare heard a sniffle. Dream wasn’t like him, he didn’t know how to hide his emotions.

“Are you alright?” He asks without turning towards him.

“Sorry.” He whimpered.

“Don’t apologize.”

“I just..thought you..hated me, hated mom, our childhood.” Nightmare felt his words pierce his soul and the tears he’d been holding onto spilled.

“..I could never hate you.” He says quietly his voice too was broken.

Dream shifts and Nightmare turns to see only to find Dream sitting on his knees facing him. Dream had golden tears running down his face, despite the corruption Nightmare’s tears were purple.

“why? Why try to hurt me? Kill positivity?” Dream asks his voice breaking more each second. Nightmare swallows the lump in his throat and looks away from Dream.

“The world must be balanced. An equal amount of positivity and negativity, I have to bring about negativity. However, it is never us that attacks first.”

“Ink..” Dream quietly mumbles, and Nightmare nods with a hum.

“So you’ve..been doing your job and we’ve been.. oh, stars.. I’m so sorry..” Dream covers his mouth and his chest shakes as he starts to cry.

Nightmare hesitated but before his body told him he shouldn’t he went for it. Nightmare pulls Dream into a hug.

“Do not be sorry. It is my fault. All of this..is my fault.” Dream wraps his arms around his brother not caring about covering up his sobs anymore.

They both hold each other and cry, finally freeing 500 years worth of pain.

They had a lot of work to do.

[slayerkitty]

On Hidden Agenda And if the Agenda is Really Hidden

Otherwise known as @respectthepetty and I watched episode 11, looked at each other, scratched our heads and pulled the clown car over to the side of the road. Episode 11 was not the traditional "BL Episode of Doom" it usually is in most BLs. Some BLs do purposefully subvert this trope or move the episode of doom to episode 10 instead.

It didn't feel like that was what happened here. So we hopped out of the clown car, whipped out our phones to check our maps and directions, because we were very, very confused. We were so sure we had the show figured out! And...no?

So we decided to backtrack; turn the clown car around and start the trip again from the start. To take this week and re-watch Hidden Agenda from the beginning and figure out what the hell we missed.

We also took a detour into source material territory (aka looked up a summary about the book) which was no help to the current situation, because @respectthepetty discovered that JengPok, Nita's stalker, Puen, and Wave x Trin weren't even in it! The only thing we were able to confirm with it is that it's from Joke's POV, he's unhinged in it, and Zo spends most of it dating Nita.

With all this in mind, I sat down with episode 1 of Hidden Agenda in hopes that I would discover anything that we might have missed. I also have slowly cultivated two theories that as of episode 6 still hold up though I don't know how much weight I want to give the second one (but I also can't let it go).

Before I delve into the theories, I do want to point out a couple things that I have noticed.

Zo is super intense about debate club, NOVA, and the Finland scholarship from episode 1. His coaching of Joke in episode 2 rivals his mother's coaching of him in episode 10. If someone who makes gifs could make a gif set that parallels those two scenes, I would be eternally grateful; it will blow your mind. Zo's issues with disappointing his mom are also there from episode one, but they are super subtle. He doesn't want Kot to tag him in his IG story because his mom might see him at the bar drinking. He mentions in I think either episode 2 or 3 that his mom hasn't visited in a while because she's been busy and the way he says it is so... ugh, he needs a hug.

Zo's trauma from Puen's horrible treatment of him is also evident from episode 1 as well; he is constantly saying that he doesn't want to make anyone uncomfortable, that he's worried he's upsetting people, etc. It's constant. Seriously, someone hug Zo.

Theory 1: Joke did something bad/something bad happened to someone he cared about (probably in high school and appears to have gotten therapy about it based on how he speaks)

Episode 1:

In the flashback to the Freshy Contest, while Joke is scolding(?) Zo, he says, "What you said on that stage won't change a broken system."

Episode 2:

Joke tells Zo, "My tongue gets me in trouble."

When Joke and Zo are debating about hidden agendas in relationships, Joke asks why he should tell someone things when he starts dating them because he should be able to tell things in his own time.

Episode 3:

Joke says "Before you get to know someone, you need to know yourself."

Joke also asks/tells Zo to trust him for the first time.

Joke talks about the Triangular Theory of Love: Passion, Intimacy and Commitment

Joke is pretty worried when Zo crashes his bike and makes Zo ride with him instead.

Joke mentions that he used to go to the restaurant Zo picked out with his dad, back when they used to go out to eat; this suggests a distance between him and his dad.

During dinner, Joke says that "What you see of someone may not be the whole story," and "Stay true to yourself."

In the library, Joke tells Zo "I would never let someone I love face danger alone."

The next day, Zo is sitting outside when Joke finds him and says that Zo wasn't answering his calls. and it's implied he was searching for Zo because he was worried.

Joke invites himself on Zo's trip as if he's afraid if Zo leaves without him, something bad will happen.

Episode 4:

Joke tells Zo he couldn't leave Zo "alone and sad" and "I'll never abandon you"

Joke also says "I only care for those who care for me."

Joke is afraid of the glass bridge but he's also to worried to let Zo go out on the bridge by himself.

After dinner, Joke says "Sometimes people don't show all their cards."

Episode 6:

Joke gifts Zo a sunflower pillow and tells him to look up the meaning, Zo searches up "liveliness sprung from despair."

Joke insists on picking up Zo so Zo doesn't go out in the rain/worried about his health.

Kot doesn't seem to like Joke and extremely overreacts to the way Joke trying to get Zo to eat the food he bought. Now, Joke was maybe a little pushy, but Kot goes off the handle.

When cuddling in bed, Joke says "hugging for 30s releases Oxytocin" and if they hug longer, "it means we feel the same."

Theory 2: Joke is a stalker

Yeah, you read that right. There is ample evidence throughout the first 6 episodes that on first watch, didn't quite ring alarm bells, but on re-watch, are setting off sirens. I kinda had this as a crack theory in the back of my head after episode 8 first aired, but now it's staring me in the face and feels a lot less crack-y

Episode 1:

Joke eavesdrops on Zo recording his podcast

Joke is super intense when speaking to Zo at the studio and manhandles him a little so that Joke can sort of pin him against the wall.

Joke eavesdrops on Zo and friends on the bus and then approaches him after to give advice on Nita

Joke asks Zo if the iced coffee is for Zo and says it's not because "Zo doesn't like coffee."

Joke always seems to be around when Zo is trying to approach Nita.

Joke confesses that he has a crush before singing a song.

When Zo tries to leave the bathroom after getting sick, Joke actively won't let him, grabbing him roughly and holding him in place.

In the flashback to the Freshy Contest, Zo asks Joke why he won't quit if he hates it and Joke says he has his reasons.

At the studio, Joke says "I love you and you love me" in Chinese and proceeds to do what has been touted as an "erotic wedding based tradition" with drinking the Roselle juice.

Episode 2:

Joke starts pushing boundaries with food

Joke and Zo make a deal to help Zo with Nita.

Joke has a fantasy of Zo winning and them kissing.

Joke pushes boundaries with food again

Joke admits to Zo he has a crush on someone.

When Joke and Zo are debating about hidden agendas in relationships, Joke asks why he should tell someone things when he starts dating them because he should be able to tell things in his own time.

Joke ties Zo's shoe

Joke says he's already started helping Zo with Nita, but has he?

Episode 3:

Joke basically milks all the situations with Zo in his favor under the guise of helping Zo with Nita

Joke admits he listens to Zo's podcast because it helps him sleep.

During dinner, Joke says that "What you see of someone may not be the whole story," and "Stay true to yourself."

In the library, Joke tells Zo "I would never let someone I love face danger alone."

The next day, Zo is sitting outside when Joke finds him and says that Zo wasn't answering his calls. and it's implied he was searching for Zo because he was worried.

Joke insists on driving Zo home despite Zo's protests.

Joke invites himself on Zo's trip really insistently and hugs Zo excitedly when Zo agrees.

Episode 4:

Joke tells Zo he couldn't leave Zo "alone and sad" and "I'll never abandon you"

Joke also says "I only care for those who care for me."

After dinner, Joke says "Sometimes people don't show all their cards."

Episode 4:

Joke knows how long it's been since Zo changed his profile pic.

After dinner, Joke says "Sometimes people don't show all their cards."

Episode 5:

Joke confronts Zo for trying to avoid him and wanting to forget their kiss. Joke is incredibly aggressive and spills his drink on Zo as a result.

Joke continues to message Zo that Zo is avoiding him and that he's going to come over. Zo says not to. Joke does anyway.

Joke gets himself invited to dinner with Zo and his mom.

Joke makes a move while doing dishes and tells Zo he wants to know how Zo feels.

Joke says "why would you hurt me and tell me to forget?" and "you never care about my feelings."

Joke also says "don't run away from me," and "don't avoid me."

Joke confesses through tongue twister.

Joke remembers that Zo hates stink beans.

Joke tells Zo "I would do anything for you," and "I like you Zo, I want to show you that you like me, too."

Asks Zo to let Joke pursue him.

Episode 6:

Joke gifts Zo a sunflower pillow and tells him to look up the meaning, Zo searches up "liveliness sprung from despair."

Joke insists on picking up Zo so Zo doesn't go out in the rain/worried about his health.

Joke pushes boundaries with food again and then fights with Kot.

Zo tells Joke he needs to respect boundaries.

Joke oversteps boundaries again in at debate club.

Joke pushes Zo again for an answer on his feelings; Joke says he "will always wait" for Zo.

Joke also insists that Zo was into him all along and not Nita.

Joke watches Zo at the debate open house and gets jealous.

Joke wants Zo to stay over; he pushes Zo again for an answer to his feelings. When Zo wants to go shower, Joke grabs his arm and stop him, saying that he won't let Zo run away.

Joke gives Zo the arcade t-shirt and when Zo says he doesn't know the significance, Joke tells Zo to take it off. Joke then takes his own shirt off and refuses to put it back on.

Joke asks to hold Zo and Zo doesn't answer, just rolls over onto his side away from Joke. Joke says "silence means yes" (and in this case it did but OH MY GOD) and proceeds to cuddle Zo.

As I go through my re-watch, I'll add more to both theories but as of episode 6, they both hold up. I can't decide of Joke himself actually did (insert bad thing here) to someone, or just knew someone that (insert bad thing here) happened to. Joke being a stalker wasn't that evident at first, but it is now! At a minimum, Joke is obsessive, posessive and overly clingy.

Also, these theories can both be true! They don't contradict each other in any way. Stay tuned for Part 2, probably... Friday or Saturday.

[in-need-of-gally-content]

|Chapter•Twenty•Seven|

•|Masterlist|•

The following morning, Gally was already feeling better, maybe some sneezing here and there, but the fever was gone, although he took that day to rest as well, hopefully, he'll be fully recovered by tomorrow.

While sitting on his bed in Gally's room, they were talking about a few things, and when (M/n) got to the part of him just working around the Homestead, he remembered the conversation he heard the Sloppers and twinnies having the previous evening, so he debated whether he should say something or not.

But in the end, Gally noticed his hesitation, and he knew (M/n) wasn't sure about telling him what was going on, so he asked.

"What's on your mind?" (M/n) opened his mouth to simply say 'it's nothing' but the way Gally looked at him told him he had no other option. They had been working on his communication skills after all, he wouldn't let all of Gally's effort go to waste.

"So, I was busy fixing stuff downstairs, right? And... The Sloppers walked in, along with the twins, so I debated whether I should stay or leave, when I..." (M/n) pushed his hair back, as it was getting in the way, "Heard them talking about how they could get rid of me," Gally's stare changed from the soft look it had to rising anger, his jaw clenched as he kept listening, "They are making up plans to get me banished."

"Those motherfuckers..." Gally was about to get up and potentially leave more than one badly injured, but (M/n) held him back, his hand around his wrist, "Bean, we can't just let them-"

"We won't," he signalled with his head at Gally to sit back down, which he did, albeit a little grumpy, "But we know what to expect, right? They're gonna try something eventually, and we just have to... Ignore them."

Gally sighed, and nodded, somehow agreeing with (M/n)'s logical view, "Doesn't mean I won't beat them up if I have to."

They chuckled and this time around, (M/n) messed up Gally's blond locks, making him laugh more.

"I can always count on you to have my back, Gally."

//////

The next week and a half, the Sloppers and the twins had been trying everything in their power to get (M/n) to snap back at them for something they did or said to him.

But with (M/n) being aware of their scheming plans, he knew better than to respond to them in any way, whether it'll be physically or verbally, so they were both at a loss on what to do, and slowly, with each day they began to simply stop doing stuff.

That and they had stuff to arrange around for the new greenie coming up the next day, so they really had no time to mess around.

(M/n) was unsure of what to expect from the upcoming greenie, especially knowing that he would be spending time with Sean and Derek, and everyone knows who those two get along with, the literal group of Gladers that cursed his existence. He was used to telling himself that he didn't care they hated him, but he knew himself better than that, he wanted to know why, but he would never get a truthful answer from them, so he pretended like he didn't care.

At night, in his room and with his journal open, he wrote down a quick summary of his day, unable to stop himself from writing the last line.

How will the greenie be this time around...?

And after that, he turned his light off and got comfortable on his bed.

//////

It was lunchtime and as always, (M/n) skipped it, deciding to spend his time on the Watchtower, where he could be away from the eyes of the new guy in the Glade. He had taken his journal and camera with him, taking pictures of his friends talking or playing around, and the animals walking around the barn or just lying in the shade of a tree, after all, the view was better from above.

And currently, he was writing the lyrics of a song, something that could maybe be something everyone could sing with determination and hope, bringing them together as one seeing as, well, everyone wanted to find a way out.  

"Oh, I will find my place, yeah, I will fight my way through the maze..." He mumbled to himself, tapping the pen to a random rhythm that seemed to fit the pace of the song, "These walls are filled with rage, but I will fight my way..."

Knowing everyone was busy eating lunch, (M/n) expected to stay alone for quite a while, probably until he absolutely had to get down to help with the bonfire, but the sound of the hatch door opening next to him startled him for a moment. He turned to look at it, and saw Gally poking his head through, and judging by the grin on his face, (M/n) knew he was expecting him to be there.

"How did you know I was here?" Gally chuckled and climbed all the way to the top, closing the hatch and sitting next to (M/n), looking down at his open journal, observing the pictures on the left page, the right page had a few sentences written and doodles he had drawn.

"I know you, how do you think I found you so easily?" (M/n) laughed too, a little flustered at the mention of Gally knowing him well enough to know where he would go to be alone and enjoy quiet time by himself.

Being an introvert was tough sometimes.

After that, they stayed silent, no words were needed to find comfort and peace when they were with one another.

While (M/n) went back to being busy writing some words and randomly doodling, Gally took the Polaroid sitting in between them and took a picture of the (h/c) haired male, who was too focused to realize. Well, that was until the sound of the film coming out caught his attention.

He looked at Gally and saw him put the camera down, a wide smile on his face,  the picture revealing itself in his hand, "Did you just take a picture of me?" All he did was nod, his smile growing wider.

"You bet I did," (M/n) closed his journal and set it aside, reaching his hand out to grab the picture, but Gally moved it away before he could get close to taking it.

"Give me, I'll get rid of it," he got closer to Gally again, who kept moving away to protect the picture.

"Why? It turned out really good," he argued playfully and (M/n) frowned, huffing in response.

"I assure you it did not, now give it to me, Gally-," unaware of the uneven levels of the floor they were sitting on, (M/n) lost balance on the arm holding him up, and he ended pretty much on top of Gally.

The way they were suddenly so close made their breath hitch, and they were able to hear the other's breath stop for a moment. Nervous eyes trailed every feature of each other, and for an instant, (M/n) almost couldn't resist the urge to lean further in when he saw Gally's lips slightly parted open.

His breathing was becoming uneven and he was certain he would not be able to hold himself back from kissing Gally, "(M/n)...?"

The soft whisper of his name snapped him back to reality, and he backed away the moment he realized what he was about to do, feeling incredibly nervous and heated up, along with mortified, was he really about to kiss Gally and potentially ruin their friendship? He almost could not believe it.

"Sorry, you can keep it..." He mumbled as he struggled to open his journal again, his hand shaking and he tried to focus back on what he was doing, nibbling his bottom lip nervously and shifting in place.

But no matter how hard he tried, all he could think of were Gally's bright green eyes, staring so intensely into his, his plump lips so close to his, and fuck- he wanted to kiss him so badly.

He had no idea Gally was beating himself up for ruining his chance. With his eyes closed, he sighed as he realized how he messed up the opportunity to kiss (M/n). He promised himself he wasn't gonna hesitate next time... And he hoped the next time they're so close together he won't chicken out.

Gally took a deep breath, and slowly placed the photo down on (M/n)'s open journal, right in his line of sight, "Here, you can get rid of it."

(M/n) held it in his hand, and looked at it, debating whether he should rip it in half or keep it. There was nothing significant about the picture, it was just him, under the sunlight, focused on his journal, it practically was a parallel image to a Gally photo he had taken a while back, but this particular photo could have another meaning, so he chose to keep it.

He gripped his pen in his hand, and leaned slightly down to write on the bottom white part of the square polaroid film. 'Day 84 in the Glade. A new greenie is coming up~! <3'. He put the pen down and scavenged around the little pocket he had made on the bag of his journal.

Gally smiled when he saw (M/n) pinning the picture to the bottom of the right page, below all the writing he had done. He was happy (M/n) had decided to keep it instead of getting rid of it.

When he was done, he closed the journal and put it aside, picked up his camera, and stared at it for a few seconds.

"Wanna take some together?" Gally bit his lip and scooted closer without saying a word, watching (M/n) lift the Polaroid, the lens facing them, "Smile~!"

They took a few pictures, each one was placed down and they took more while they waited until the image would be revealed. Some of them were of them making funny faces, mocking each other or just smiling and squinting at the bright sunlight.

But their favourite one was definitely the one where they had turned to look at each other. (M/n) had gotten nervous at how close they were, so he apparently panicked-pressed the capture button, before frantically looking away, the same thing Gally did.

Not a single one was a bad photo, so (M/n) decided to keep them all, maybe make a collage of them later, and decorate the page with some flower doodles or hearts, he wasn't too sure, but he was not throwing these away.

After that little photo session, (M/n) wanted Gally to stay up with him and talk for a while, but the alarm announcing the Box coming up blared in the Glade, so the blond had to leave.

Gally opened the hatch, looking at him, "See ya," and without even thinking, he leaned closer to (M/n) and pressed a quick kiss on his cheek, before heading down the ladder.

Completely caught off guard, (M/n) pursed his lips to hold back a smile and a squeal that definitely wanted to come out, and basked in the feeling of his skin getting covered with goosebumps as his face heated up. He was gonna write about this day in his journal. And leave no details out.

Unknown to him, Gally stood at the bottom of the tower, covering his face with his hands, feeling just how hot his skin had gotten at the realization of giving (M/n) a kiss, even if it was something as small as a peck on the cheek, it was...

"Just a little bit of progress, it's better than nothing..." He babbled to himself, closing his hands to try and stop them from shaking so much, and he made his way to the Box, which wasn't far away from the Watchtower.

When the mechanical gate opened, they could hear sniffing coming inside, so this greenie was crying, probably scared out of his mind about where the shuck he was heading and his whereabouts, so Gally got in slowly, trying to ease the guy curled up on himself on the furthest corner of the Box.

(M/n) closed his journal, deciding to fix the pictures later in his treehouse and he scooted close to the edge, looking down at the Builders and Baggers ready to unload the Box.

"No! Get away from me!" A high-pitched voice broke the silence of the Glade, and (M/n) frowned, his sight focused on what was happening, "I don't want to! Let go of me, please-!" It was the greenie, screaming desperately from inside the Box.

He couldn't see him from where he was, but his voice sounded... Young, it cracked quite a bit while he was yelling at everyone to back away.

And Gally felt like his patience was running thin with him. The way he was hollering was gonna make his ears bleed, he needed to get the greenie out of there, right now.

"Alright, Billy! Get down 'er!" All the greenie did was scream more, fully panicked now at the sight of both males, "For the love of-!" They made their way toward him, holding his flailing arms still as they dragged him toward the edge of the box, where the rest of the guys around had picked up the rope for these kinds of situations.

They made sure the greenie was properly secured and helped push him up while the others pulled him out.

(M/n) watched them hold back and drag the greenie toward the Slammer. He couldn't see many of his features from above, but he saw the mop of chocolate curls on his head and his chubby body, before he got covered by the wall of Gladers dragging him. Even (M/n) felt how his ears were hurting with how loud and high-pitched his screams were. He was thankful he wasn't down there with the others.

A few had told him about how greenies were only taken to the pit if they had an aggressive reaction, whether it was trying to punch someone or start screaming. This was the first time he saw a greenie being taken there.

Mikah walked to the edge of the Box and looked down at both Keepers, who were awkwardly standing next to each other, "Alright, we can get started."

With a nod, both of them started taking out boxes, bags and crates.

Needless to say, (M/n) patiently waited for Gally to come out of the Box and enjoyed the view, shamelessly staring at him while his muscles flexed. And he might've... Snapped a pic or two. But no more than that.

Maybe. He can neither confirm nor deny this fact.

(M/n) continued to stay up in the tower for quite a while, busy writing the same song he had been working on, completely unaware of the time. He only snapped back when he heard his name being called.

"(M/n)! Get off your lazy ass, and come help us with the bonfire!" He cackled at the sound of Mikah's voice breaking as he called out to him, and he stood up, looking over the edge.

"Yeah, nice voice crack by the way!" All the Builders around Mikah stifled their laughter in unison, most of them masking them with a cough, except for Alec, who did laugh out loud, wearing a smirk on his face at the way the curly-haired blond glared at him.

He picked up his stuff, put everything in its bag and hung them across his chest as he made his down the tower.

"Oh, if I listen to my heart, will it lead me through the dark like a compass?" He sang quietly to himself, humming the rhythm with each gap in the song, "And if I listen to my heart, will it bring a little spark to this cold blood?"

"Whatcha singin'?" He flinched at the sound of Gally's voice coming from behind him. He was standing there, arms crossed and watching over him as he climbed down the ladder.

(M/n) turned around and shrugged, making his way to his treehouse, Gally following him, "Just a few lyrics I was writing, why?"

"Can I hear the rest?" For a moment, (M/n) was sceptical, he didn't think the song was that great yet, and he still had to fix some stuff around, but he remembered Gally had already heard him singing.

"Well... It's a work in progress, so don't laugh," Gally just gave a cheeky smile and they continued their way to the Deadheads, "I will find my place, I will fight my way, through the maze, through the maze, through the maze..." he turned to look at (M/n), his smile fading as he heard the words he uttered, "These walls are filled with rage, but I will fight my way..."

"Through the maze," Gally joining him surprised him for a second, but they sang that line two more times, wide smiles on their faces, "It's good! I'm sure the rest will love it, too."

Having arrived at this treehouse, (M/n) headed to his ladder and walked up, "Yeah... Maybe, big guy."

//////

With the bonfire ready to go, Alby gave the sign to light it up, and cheering filled the Glade. Everyone around ate and drank, chillin' for a while before the fights in the circle would start, and (M/n) was enjoying staying still for a while.

And gulping down Gally's drink, he loved it.

He also finally got to meet the greenie, a chubby kid who had a permanent blush on his round face. He seemed really cute, and also really young, he probably was around thirteen or fourteen years old, definitely making him the youngest so far.

That realization made (M/n) hate even more the people who sent a kid his age to the Glade, to a Maze full of dangerous and deadly creatures, whom the shuck thought that was a good idea? And well, he felt sorry at the fact that the poor greenie had to handle the twins and the Sloppers on his first day around, what a way to ruin the first impression of everyone else.

He got to say hi and introduce himself to the kid, before he got dragged by Doug to the circle, where of course, Gally was waiting for him.

"Ready, bean?" He sighed with a smile, and shrugged.

"Ready as ever."

He and Gally fought like it was usual, the votes split fifty-fifty on who was gonna win, but they were technically both out when Gally tripped over his own two feet and they fell outside the circle with a loud laugh. After that, everyone was eager to fight (M/n), especially Kurt who never really got his rematch.

And both of them decided they wouldn't be testing the greenie, seeing as he was sitting on a log in silence, happily eating his dinner.

They sat far away for a while, resting against one of the biggest logs, their backs turned to the bonfire while they stared into the darkness of the Glade, gazing at the stars dotting the night sky.

Gally began humming, rather quietly, but a lyric never came out. (M/n) recognized it, but he couldn't remember the words, so he simply hummed along. Sometimes he wondered why his life was so full of music, and he wondered if any songs had... Any special meaning to him, it felt like they did, why would he remember them otherwise?

"I'm so happy I met you, (M/n)..." He was so lost in his thoughts that he almost missed Gally's whisper, followed by the feeling of his hand gently playing with his hair.

He turned to look at him, and smiled, "I'm happy I met you too, Gally."

The blond wrapped his arm around (M/n)'s shoulders and brought him closer, their bodies pressed together as they continued watching the stars shining for a little while longer.

[transenbyconfessions]

Alright. So, I'm trans. Obviously.

And, as is the case for many people, my birth mother happens to be a piece of shit.

As in, you would not believe the kinds of things this woman has put me through while wearing a smile on her face. In hindsight, it is kind of a miracle I have yet to cut contact with her completely, which to be honest I probably should.

With the necessary context in mind, I assume it also wouldn't surprise you to hear my coming out did not went well. But it was either this or dying before I ever reached twenty, so here we are. Literal years down the line. Surviving each day here by virtue of being myself, my eroding force of will serving as a shield against all efforts made to the contrary by somebody who was supposedly meant to guard and protect me. Who has failed spectacularly at both to the point I am long used to doing that by myself.

The point being that — the above being the case — I have numerous times now been dragged into debating the merits pertaining to the right I hold to my own existence with somebody who, against all odds and my own better judgement, I do still care about kind of a lot. Or at least enough to be able to ignore the fact that it is definitely in my best interest to just never talk to her again. Cut my loses and run and simply pray I make it.

It is, understandably, really fucking awful to have to say to somebody — anybody — again and again why you are the gender that you say you are. To be made to prove, constantly without fail, that you deserve to be alive and defy what a stupid symbol in a stupid paper says that you are. To be made aware that certain people expect this of you, again and again, will never stop expecting that of you. To put it mildly: it's stressful like you wouldn't believe.

And yesterday, in the midst of a terrifying debate that I neither initiated nor wanted to have, while standing in the wrong kind of neighborhood to be overheard — well I believe I may have hit upon the way to explain exactly how that feels. Just about.

It starts a little like this:

Imagine you're trapped on a podium, always behind the red curtain. Waiting for the thin fabric to leave the stage open and let in the blinding light of the reflectors you can instinctively tell are on. And there is a kitten (a baby, a puppy…) sitting right there beside you in a bloody metal cage.

And if you stutter or hesitate, or the person on the other side arbitrarily gets to decide that you're wrong — then the cage will collapse in on itself, and the kitten will die.

No do-overs. No retry. You're just thrust out into the light, behind this mangled frail piece of wood with a too small cage that won't open why won't it open, and told you have to defend your side.

Or the kitten will die.

Can't anybody see it from this angle? Don't they hear it meowing? Do they just not care?!

And here you stand, spiraling, when you notice something strange. Not about the multitude, but about the fancy podium on the other side of the stage.

(Something other than the fact whoever's behind it has already started talking. Given the same person who threw you to the sharks up here has already handed them a script.)

There's a cage there too, shiny and clean and brand new. Visibly resting well above it instead of behind. Except this one is made of cardboard, its surface all covered in aluminum, and you can clearly see from here that the insides are empty.

They preach to the people in the multitude about the sanctity of this cardboard cage. Attack and accuse you of wanting to kill the kitten, placing it within its own prison in the first place, whenever you try to point out that it exists and it is there. Whenever they acknowledge it and deign to pretend to believe you. Even though they're standing up here too. They should have a clear view.

Thus comes your turn to talk. Except it has actually been your turn, from the moment this whole mess started. But now the other party seems to have run out of words to monopolize it with, and only you are left to fill the silence.

You glace down at the kitten. Tiny family member, fondly remembered, beloved pet that it is. And you care.

The crowd grows impatient. Your opponent's throat clears. This is important to you.

You breathe. And you open your mouth. And every sentence you say only adds fuel to the fire consuming the curtain.

Every sincere confession of confusion or pain mere evidence used against you. Any small hint of righteous fury that you can't disguise taken as an offense. Every impassioned defense taken as an attack.

They won't hear you. Won't accept anything that you say. No one will let you leave.

And even if you could, you would still leave alone.

(There are some, you are certain, who attended only to see the kitten crushed.)

In the midst of this immovable crowd are people you care about too. People you know. Calling you a liar and a killer and a fraud. Calling you worse, for every minute more you risk to stay.

But you cannot step down, because you care.

(Even if you were to win, there's still no guarantee they won't just collapse the cage in front of you anyway. Whether out of hatred and pettiness, mere cruelty, or something else. But if you do nothing the kitten will die, and you have to try, you have to try…!)

So you take a deep breath, and go on, and hope this once someone will listen.

…And that's how I felt.

Basically.

Anyway, I almost never post or submit anything. But I am making an exception for this one because I think it's something that needs to be said. It isn't mine anymore, make of it what you will.

Submitted May 30, 2023

[luvsae]

can you please write karube being jealous please

ooooooh sure !! never rlly wrote smth like this before so i apologize in advance but here we go !!

jealousy | daikichi karube

- daikichi karube x gn!reader

- angst but eventually some fluff

The bar - it was where Karube was for most of his day if he wasn't with you. He loved it as a job (or at least he acted like it).

You visited it often when you had nothing to do, Arisu and Chota would join you in doing the same. Karube appreciated it as he was usually bored standing behind the counter.

Tonight was different, though. There was an event going on a the bar so it was very busy, more than usual, actually.

Everyone was supposed to dress up in fancy attire, so you made sure to wear the perfect outfit.

When you finished dressing up, Karube walked into your shared room, a smile creeping onto his face. "Well, don't you look fancy."

You looked over and noticed Karube in dress pants and a dress shirt, a loose tie to pull it all together.

"You look fancy, too." You smiled, standing on your toes to give him a kiss. "Are you ready for all the customers today?"

He groaned. "No. But I'm glad you and the others will be there."

You smiled at him before passing by and grabbing your shoes from the corner of the room. "Hope no drunken fights start like that one time."

"Oh God, me too," Karube looked in the mirror as he finally began to fix his tie. "Almost had to call the police on them. But, it's alright."

"I'll fight anyone if they jump over the counter this time." You flashed a cheesy smile to Karube who returned one back.

"My hero." Karube replied.

"Always." You finally put on your last shoe and stood up, making sure to grab your back - it carried your wallet and other things you may need for the long night ahead.

You and Karube eventually made it to the bar. Some people were already there, but there was no sight of Chota or Arisu just yet.

"Looks like we beat them here," Karube smiled, pecking your cheek before leading you to the bar. "Why don't you sit down? I'll make you a drink. On the house."

"Wow, that's very kind of you," you teased your boyfriend. "I'd like that very much, though."

The night went on slowly up until Chota and Arisu arrived (other guests arrived, too), but you were waiting to see some familiar faces.

You were still sipping your first drink. You weren't going to drink too much tonight, just in case any of the others needed to be taken care of - you wanted to be responsible.

"Did she really get that drink for me? What about us, man. We deserve them too!" Arisu whined, making you laugh.

"Arisu, we will never get them. Quit your yapping." Chota smiled.

The night eventually went on with more people walking in with their friends, some people doing karaoke (which was just added to the time), and people begging Karube to let them have a discount.

"You should've let them have a discount," you joked, Karube leaned over the counter to hear you better. "They would love you."

"I only need one person to love me," Karube smiled before planting a kiss on your lips. "And that's you."

"That was horrible." Chota commented.

"You guys are the cheesiest couple ever," Arisu fake gagged. "Just terrible."

"Hey, you won't be complaining when you finally date someone." You fired back, laughing.

"Alright, let's not turn this into one of our dating debates," Karube said - you and Arisu always argued over things that were specific to dating. Like who pays first, who says I love you first - it was all for fun, though. "I need a cigarette. Are any of you coming outside?"

"I'll join you." Chota said.

"Me too." Arisu added.

"What about you?" Karube turned to you as he fished his box of cigarettes out of his back pocket.

"I'll stay inside if that's okay. It's a little bit cold outside." Throughout the night, people were walking in and out of the door, causing the cool air to disrupt your warmth.

"Of course it is," Karube leaned over again and kissed you. "Don't drink everything without us, alright?"

"Get a room, you two!" Chota shouted before walking out the door, laughing with Arisu.

"Those fuckers," Karube rolled his eyes, smiling at you. "I'll be back in a few minutes, okay?"

"Okay." You smiled as you watched Karube hurry out the door, most likely to scold his friends for the jokes.

You shook your head and laughed to yourself before looking at your drink. It was empty except for the straw that rested in your drink.

"Can I get you another drink?" The other bartender who was working asked you.

"Hm? Oh, yeah!" You slid your empty glass over, giving a thankful smile to the bartender.

You couldn't remember his name, and it's as bugging you. He worked with Karube, of course, but you decided not to ask since he already introduced himself on the past.

"Whiskey?" He asked.

"Yes please." You said.

There were a few seconds of silence as you watched the bartender pour your drink. He smiled at when he noticed, so you gave him an awkward smile back.

"Here you go, y/n." He slid the glass over - how did he know your name?

"Thanks," you said. "What's your name again?"

"Aoi." He introduced.

"Aoi, okay." You repeated to yourself before taking a sip of your drink.

"So, you're still with Karube, right?" He asked you.

"Yeah," you answered, feeling slightly off about the whole situation. "Still dating after all this time."

"Ah, nice," disappointment was laced in his voice, and you could hear it very clearly.

You shifted in your seat, trying to look at the window in the distance. Karube was with Chota and Arisu, laughing about something. You wished you had gone with them to spare yourself from the awkward conversation.

"You excited for the event?" He asked you, you turned to him.

"Yeah, I'm glad we all get to hang out and whatnot," you said. "What about you? Is it too much for a bartender?"

He laughed and looked at you. "No, it's all good besides the drunk customers. Plus, I like customers like yo-"

Just as he was about to say something, the trio walked in, and Karube took notice of what the other bartender was doing.

"Hey babe," he said, giving a glare toward the other bartender who quickly backed off. "You okay?"

"I'm okay," you said, reaching across the counter to hold his hand. "I missed you."

"I missed you too." He gave a quick kiss to the back of your hand.

It started to get a bit late, yet people were still walking into the bar. People asked for food and drinks while others were just wanting drinks.

Karube was working hard and it made you smile.

He didn't entirely enjoy this job, but he was very dedicated to it, and you appreciated that. You were the same as him, but luckily you were off of work for a few days.

The people at his work were nice and Aoi came back to talk to a few times. Karube took notice and kept an eye on the fellow bartender.

It's not that Karube was against you having friends who were male, but the things that Aoi said to you made him feel strange.

"I'll be right back." You told Karube before getting up and heading over to the washrooms.

When you entered there was no on inside, but you only came in to check on your hair to see if it was still in place.

You quickly fixed a few pieces before walking out of the washroom.

When you left you had bumped into Aoi - what a surprise, right?

"Oh, I'm sorry," he laughed awkwardly. "I didn't mean to bump into you."

"Ah, that's okay," you laughed back. "At least you weren't holding drinks, right?"

"Yeah." You realized that his hand was on your arm as he held himself up from falling. Little did he know (and you) that Karube had saw everything and quickly rushed over.

"Alright, that's enough, man," Karube pushed his hand from you and glared at the man. "Don't do anything else. I've heard all the things you've been saying."

Karube was clearly upset which left you shocked and upset as well. There was a dim fire in his eyes as he looked at his co-worker, but quickly died down once he looked at you.

"Karube, it's okay." You reassured him.

"Stop talking to people who are taken," Karube raised his voice slightly at Aoi, "Go find someone else."

"Man, I wasn't trying to do that, I-"

"Yeah, sure you weren't," he scoffed. "Let's just go home," he cleared his throat. "My shift is over, anyway."

Once Karube walked away, you noticed some of the customers sitting around had been looking at you. You sighed and quickly rushed over to grab your bag and coat, before following the trio out the door.

You weren't sure whether or not to say something, but you didn't want to upset Karube any further, so when you got in the car you decided to wait until you got home if you had anything to say.

The drive home was quiet. Arisu and Chota didn't say anything either until they were dropped off. Of course you returned a quiet 'goodbye' to them.

You were now just getting home. It was very late at night, so you tried not to be too loud when getting out of the car do you didn't awake your neighbors.

Karube unlocked the door and you two walked in. He was still quiet which made you frown. It was only until you walked in the kitchen to say something.

"Karube? What's wrong?" You asked him, "you've been quiet since we left the bar. Did I do something wrong?"

Karube sighed quietly, shaking his head before looking at you. "No, you didn't do anything wrong, sweetheart. It's just me being me. I'm sorry for staying quiet."

Due to the endearing name he called you, you knew he wasn't mad at you, but you knew something was still wrong.

"But," you started, "There's still something wrong. Was it that bartender?"

Karube smiled. "You read me like a book," he said. "It's just the things to you or about you. I just get worried that one day, someone will say things like that and then we'll break up."

So Karube was jealous?

This never really happened in your relationship before, so you were shocked.

"Baby," you walked over to him, pulling him into a warm hug. "I'd never leave you. I was actually trying to push the guy away, but he kept talking to me."

Karube pulled sway for a moment to look at you. A guilty look was on his face. "You were? I'm so sorry. I should've done something about it."

"It's okay," you reassured him. "I didn't want the situation to escalate any further."

"I just feel stupid for thinking about that." He confessed.

"Hey," you looked up at him, your hands on his arms. "It's okay. I get thoughts like that too, but it doesn't mean they're bad, right?"

Karube nodded, a slight smile appearing on his face. "How did I get so lucky finding you?"

"I ask myself the same thing about you." You smiled, then placing a kiss on his cheek.

"Come on, it's late."

The two of you quickly changed into comfortable clothes and got into bed. Karube has his arms wrapped around you - your favorite feeling was relaxing in bed like this. Sometimes you wish that this moment would last forever.

You suddenly had a thought before turning around and facing your boyfriend. He opened his eyes and looked at you. "Is everything okay?"

"We should talk about our feelings more," you started. "I don't want us to feel stuck because we can't say our feelings. I would rather help how you feel rather than have each other feel alone."

Karube smiled at you. "That sounds like a great idea. I promise to talk about my feelings more if something happens that I don't like."

"I promise too," you said, placing a quick kiss on his lips. "I love you forever."

"I love you too."

[iatrophilosophos]

Some more trolly problems that I'd add to my old post about trolly problems but I can't find it.

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Every day your town ties a small % of the population, both citizens and people kidnapped from surrounding areas (but mostly the latter) to a set of tracks in a vast train yard to be run over.

Every four years they hold elections to paint the trollys a different color. Every four years there's a slightly different debate about what quantumphysical properties of each color up for election could potentially influence the harm caused by the trollys as they run over human beings. The city-paid campaign leads fiercely advocate that their trolly would cause less harm.

Harm is never clearly defined.

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Every night you and a few of your closest friends sneak onto the tracks to free as many people as possible between the sweeping search lights without getting noticed by the prowling guards and attack dogs. It's never very many people. Every weekend you meet in the woods behind the yard with as many people from town you can reach and drill knot untying. You stopped tying to scrub the blood off your shoes and just bought a different pair for the daytime. You did this backwards, because your new shoes are a lot better for running and the ones you wear at night give you blisters. Oh well, not like it matters, really.

A campaigner knocks on your door bright and early--you barely stash your nondescript black clothing before they peer noisily into your front window. You open the door. The give an impassioned speech about how painting the trolly cars yellow next year gives everyone in your neighborhood a .069% chance of getting tied down instead of a .07% chance, and you nod politely. No, you're already registered to vote. No, you're sure. You have to be getting ready for work now. Yes, you'll vote for them. You close the door, not remembering which color they were campaigning for.

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A friend shows up breathless to meet you. They've figured out a way to create knives, which is huge because your town has intense knife control legislation. You hold a small meeting to discuss how best to get them to people who could be tied down.

Someone you thought you could trust has an outburst at the meeting. These? These could hurt someone! The handles aren't padded, the blades are dull and have inconsistent edges. They'll give anyone who uses them blisters, for God's sake! What if someone slipped and cut into an artery? I'm against the trollys too, you all know this, but someone could get really HURT here!

They threaten to turn you in. Another friend says "what if we just kept these for ourselves, and refined our skills before giving new ones away?" No, that won't do. The knife project is unacceptable.

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You get picked in the lottery (which is of course not a true lottery, but weighted by what neighborhood you live in, which is in turn assigned by a formula that compares what neighborhood your parents grew up in to how many points you scored in your little league games as a child and splits the difference rounding down). Okay. Okay. You've skilled up for this. As you sit in your living room nervously drilling knots, you hear a knock.

It's your friend. They heard. Their eyes are full of tears. Hey man, that really sucks. We'll try to come get you, okay? Hey. Listen. I know you were really excited about that knife project. Promise me you won't do anything stupid and desperate. Okay? You promise? I love you.

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The police officers that have been sitting outside your house since the news was delivered bust down your door and grab you. You go. You don't risk tipping them off just yet. The campaigner who was just about to get to your door runs after you.

Hey!! HEY!!! Are you registered to vote?

[bonaxie]

We're going to be fine (Comfy-vember day 27)

"Damnit." Jack swore as he punched the large rock beside him.

"I thought you were watching your language around the ladies." Peggy said.

"You're hardly a lady in some cases, Marge. And I've heard you swear a lot more and worse than that."

"Not wrong." Peggy admitted with a wry smile.

Unlike Jack, she wasn't banging on the walls, but sitting on the ground, her head resting against the rocks behind her.

"You should sit down and stop fussing so much, Jack. You're wasting our oxygen." She said.

"How can you be so calm? We're buried I don't know how many meters under tons and tons of debris, trapped in a pocket of air that's held together by I don't know what miracle, and you're just sitting there."

"I'm realistic. As you so rightly pointed out, there's nothing we can do in our current position. It kills me as much as you to admit it, but right now there's nothing we can do but wait for help, which must already be out looking for us."

Jack ran a hand through his hair again before sighing and dropping down next to Peggy, inches from her, their shoulders touching. "I hate it when you're right." He muttered.

Peggy didn't reply verbally, but smirked.

"How much time do you think we have?" She asked.

"Before everything collapses or we run out of oxygen?"

"Oxygen."

Jack didn't answer immediately, observing their alcove by means of the flashlight Peggy was still holding. "Two hours maybe. You're breathing too hard for a lady, after all."

"Screw you Thompson."

"That's Chief Thompson for you." Jack replied. It was a recurring joke between them. A few years ago, Jack might have been sincere in reminding her of his rank, but after all they'd been through together, he was no longer blind enough to believe himself superior to her. Peggy surpassed him in many areas, and Jack considered himself lucky to be able to work with her. And that she was still willing to work with him after all he'd put her through.

But this wasn't the time to think about that.

Deciding to save their strength and oxygen, the two friends fell into silence.

Around 1h30 later, just as the air was starting to thin and breathing was becoming a little more difficult, their flashlight failed and they were plunged into total darkness.

"That's all we needed." Jack muttered.

Peggy didn't answer, but the blond felt her tense at his side. The brunette seemed to debate with herself for a good while before sighing softly and seeking Jack's hand with her own, clasping his fingers firmly in hers when she found them.

"I didn't see you as the type to be afraid of the dark, Marge." Jack sniggered, making no effort to free his hand, instead tightening his fingers briefly on Peggy's.

"I'm not. Afraid of the dark, that is. Afraid of dying, maybe more."

"Who isn't afraid to die?" Jack said rhetorically. "But I thought you'd have more faith in Sousa and the others to get us out of here. And your fear of death hadn't hit me until now, not with the stunts you pull every time we're in intervention."

"Maybe not." Peggy agreed, in a voice far less assertive than sometimes. "But things have changed." She added in an almost distant voice.

"You okay, Peggy?" Jack asked, frowning and turning his head toward his friend, even though he couldn't see her.

"I... Yes, I'm fine but..." Peggy took a deep breath but Jack heard it was shaky, as if Peggy was holding back tears. "Jack, I have a confession to make."

"Wow, you know I'm not Sousa, right?" Jack asked, trying to lighten the mood slightly even though he was starting to get really worried. He'd never heard Peggy in this state and it honestly scared him a little. "Hurry up and get us out of here, Sousa, your wife needs you." he thought.

"I... Daniel doesn't know. I haven't found the time or the courage to tell him."

"I won't tell him you want to break up with him for you, Carter." Jack challenged, trying desperately to make her laugh. Or to piss her off or anything, he just wanted her to react, to stop being... like that. A weak, trembling, self-doubting Peggy Carter was largely destabilizing, not to mention downright worrying.

"I..." Peggy resumed, taking a deep breath before launching forward. "I'm pregnant." She blurted out quietly.

Jack froze, and his world with him. Had he... had he heard her right? Had Peggy really just said what he thought she'd said, or was his hearing playing tricks on him? No, he knew what he'd heard. And if he'd heard right then...

"Shit." He swore. "Are you... are you sure?"

"Yes."

"How long have you known?"

"A week."

"And... Daniel doesn't know yet?" Jack checked.

"No... I couldn't find the time to tell him..."

Jack winced. He really wasn't ready to have this kind of discussion and was totally lost. But if Peggy had told him, it was for something and he couldn't just brush her off.

He tried to think why Peggy hadn't told Daniel, and an unpleasant thought popped into his head. "Was it... was it planned?" He asked, a little hesitantly.

"Not really. But it wasn't a total accident either."

"So Sousa's cool with it?"

"I think so." Peggy replied, trying to sound confident but Jack could still hear the tremors in her voice. "I was going to tell him, this weekend. I wanted to wait a few more days but... here we are."

Jack nodded and another question came to mind. If even Daniel, the child's father, didn't know yet, why was Peggy telling him? "Why tell me? Don't get me wrong I'm honored, but why tell me when even Sousa doesn't know yet?" he asked.

Peggy took a sharp intake of air before replying, her voice trembling even more. "Because if I'm going to die here, I want someone to know."

"Nobody's going to die here Peggy." Jack argued in a strong voice. "Sousa can't be far now, he and the others will get us out of here and everything will be fine."

"Face the truth, Jack." Peggy said, and the blond heard with horror that his friend had started to cry. "We've been here nearly two hours, it's getting harder to breathe, and we have no idea when help will arrive."

A sob escaped her and Peggy curled in on herself. Not knowing what to say, but also knowing that he couldn't just do nothing, Jack put his arm around Peggy's shoulders and pulled her against him. Peggy almost threw herself against him, burying her face in his neck, crying in his hug. Although a little surprised, Jack only responded by hugging her a little tighter. It wasn't in either of their habits to hug, but clearly Peggy needed it.

"I-I don't want to die here, Jack. I don't want my unborn child to die before they had a chance to live. I don't want Daniel to lose his wife and child at the same time." Peggy sobbed.

"It's gonna be okay, Peggy. We're going to be fine, all of us." Jack said, gently stroking his friend's back.

Peggy cried for a little while longer before her sobs subsided. But she didn't move, and Jack didn't break the embrace either.

"If..." Peggy resumed in a voice a little hoarse with tears. "If I don't survive but you do-"

"I'm stopping you right now, Marge. We'll all get through this. All three of us."

"Jack, please. I want it too, but if I ever..."

Jack didn't answer right away, still against the idea, but eventually sighed, giving his attention to Peggy, who thanked him by squeezing his hand a little.

"If I don't survive but you do, please don't tell Daniel I was pregnant."

"What?! Are you seriously asking me not to tell him?" Jack repeated, incredulous.

"Please, Jack. If he ever finds out I was pregnant... he'll never forgive himself." Peggy pleaded.

Jack gritted his teeth. Yes, he understood Peggy's reasoning, but that didn't mean he liked it. Because maybe Daniel wouldn't forgive himself, but it also meant that Jack was going to have to live with this knowledge. Peggy must have been thinking the same thing he was, because she resumed. "I know it's selfish of me and unfair to ask you this..." she said softly.

Yes, it was extremely unfair and no doubt in this scenario Jack would come to resent Peggy but hey..." What's one more heavy, unmentionable secret to carry when you've already got one?"

Peggy tensed a little against him but didn't pull back. "I'm sorry..."

"It's okay, I understand." Jack said gently. "But we'll be fine Peggy, we're going to be fine. You're always fine in the end. After all you've survived, it's not something as silly as a lack of oxygen that's going to finish you off, anyway."

Peggy chuckled, but it was empty. "Surviving the war and the Russians only to be killed by a rockslide. Pretty shabby for an SSR agent." She muttered, her words slurring.

"Rather formidable you mean." Jack argued.

Peggy didn't answer and neither did Jack, letting the conversation die down.

And it was only then that the blond realized that breathing had become rather complicated. He still managed to do it steadily, but it felt as if his lungs weren't filling up completely, and that was far from pleasant.

But he couldn't help it and tried to relax a little more, keeping one arm around Peggy's shoulders and gently stroking her shoulder with his thumb, trying to be there for her.

It was a few minutes later that Jack realized Peggy's breathing was slow and deep beside him. And he really hoped she'd simply fallen asleep, and hadn't passed out from lack of oxygen, but he knew that was also a possibility.

He tried to reassure himself that as long as she was breathing, everything would be all right, but it was getting harder and harder to hold out hope. He knew help was on the way, but he was beginning to wonder whether it would arrive in time.

The more time passed, the harder it became for Jack to concentrate, and he began to struggle to stay conscious, his eyes closing and finding it harder and harder to reopen.

"'m sorry Peg..." He murmured as he felt unconsciousness overtake him. "Sorry little one..." He added, thinking of the child now growing in his friend's belly. "Sorry Sousa... couldn't keep them... safe..." were his last words. He thought briefly of Daniel, who would probably find them like this, and felt sorry for the dark-haired man.

Before sinking completely, he thought of what might have been. For a moment, he imagined Daniel and Peggy, both smiling broadly with a child running around them. And Jack promised himself that if, by some miracle, he and Peggy pulled through, he'd do anything to protect the family that had welcomed him with open arms, even after all he'd put them through.

And it was on this last thought, on this promise he made to himself, that Jack lost consciousness, his arm still around Peggy, holding her to him.

An indefinite amount of time later, Jack felt himself regain consciousness when he heard voices above him.

"...-found...! ... breathe- .... weak!"

He didn't really understand what was going on, but when he felt the air on his face, he thought they might be out of the woods.

He managed to half-open his eyes, but had to close them again because of the bright light.

"Chief!" Someone exclaimed, Jack didn't know who. "Chief Thompson... -hear? Open... eyes."

With difficulty, Jack managed to reopen his eyes, squinting at the light, but he managed to make out the face of someone in front of him.

"Perfect. It's okay, chief. Let's get you out of here." This person said.

It took Jack a moment to understand what was happening, but when his brain reconnected a little, he turned his head to the side and saw that Peggy was still there, still against him. And still unconscious.

"Peg..." He managed to gasp, looking at the brunette.

With his vision blurred and his brain slowing, he couldn't see if she was still breathing and was starting to panic a little.

"She's okay, Chief." Answered the agent in front of him immediately. "She's still unconscious but breathing, she's gonna be okay. We're going to get you both out of here."

Jack didn't really know why, but he kept talking. "Careful... she's pregnant."

There was a blank and Jack continued a little. "Don't tell anyone. Just... medics and stuff." He asked, not wanting this information to spread around the office, but also knowing that it was important stuff to know for the medics and doctors who would be taking care of her. And he wasn't sure he could be with her at the right time to tell the right people, so telling someone who wasn't likely to pass out at any moment was a good idea. It probably was. He hoped so. Either way it was too late to turn back now.

The agent snapped out of his stupor and nodded. "Okay chief, I'll make sure the medics know but I won't tell anyone else, I promise."

"Good man." Jack sighed, closing his eyes again, exhausted.

"Chef! Chief don't go back to sleep!" Asked the agent, gently shaking his shoulder.

"'not sleepin'..." Jack replied, slurring.

"Good. We'll get you out of here."

The next few minutes were a blur, and Jack vaguely remembered being moved by several people and hoisted out of where he and Peggy had been trapped. It seemed to him that he called out Peggy’s name several times, but the people with him always replied that she was fine. It was too vague. But there wasn't much he could do but let it happen, so that's what he did.

And as the two agents he was leaning on carried/dragged him towards what he thought was an ambulance...

"Jack!"

Ah, he recognized that voice. With an effort that seemed superhuman, Jack raised his head and saw Sousa crutching towards him, limping even more than usual.

The blond didn't have time to think more about it as Daniel almost collided into him, his left arm going behind his back and holding him tight.

"You absolute moron." The dark-haired man sighed, but Jack could hear the slight tremor in his voice.

Jack removed one of his arms from the shoulders of one of the agents and passed it around Daniel's shoulders, no doubt leaning on him because his legs were definitely not carrying him fully. "'m sorry." The blond whispered. He wasn't sure what he was apologizing for, but he did it anyway.

Daniel squeezed him one last time before pulling back a little, still supporting him. "It's okay. You're okay, that's all that matters."

Jack nodded but continued anyway. "Peggy's still out there... but they told me she's okay."

"Yes I know, they told me too. Thank you Jack."

"Didn't do much." The taller one said, trying to shrug.

But this simple gesture only succeeded in making him wobble, and without the intervention of Daniel and the other two agents, he would probably have ended up on the floor.

"Wow, let's get you to the hospital." Daniel said without waiting for a reply.

Jack didn't even try to protest and let the three agents drag him to the ambulance, where he quickly left for the hospital, while Daniel stayed behind to find Peggy.

In the end, Peggy and Jack were very lucky. Rescue had found them quickly enough that they'd never completely run out of oxygen. So neither of them suffered any damage from it, just fatigue and weakness for a few days.

The two spent a few days in hospital under observation, and to their dismay, they couldn't even share a room, supposedly because Peggy was a woman or something like that. Jack could have told them that they had no idea what Peggy had shared with men before that day, but he knew it wouldn't go down well, so he just grumbled to himself.

Luckily, by the end of the second day, he was feeling well enough to move from his bed and room, and with the doctor's permission and a SSR agent accompanying him to make sure he didn't collapse in the middle of the corridor, he crossed the few corridors that separated him from Peggy's room.

Again thanks to this agent, he knew that the brunette had woken up the previous evening but had not yet been allowed to leave her room or even get out of bed. Jack tried not to let this worry him too much.

He arrived safely in front of Peggy's room and, knowing that Daniel was already there, was able to ask the accompanying agent to stay put.

"Thank you, Agent Thomas, you can stay here." He said simply.

Agent Thomas simply nodded and Jack knocked on the door, entering when he received authorization.

So he entered with a small smile on his face. "Hey, miss me already?" He asked, closing the door behind him.

"Jack." Peggy smiled, sitting up in bed with Daniel's hand in hers. "Come here."

Having long since learned to do as Peggy said, Jack approached and sat on the edge of Peggy's bed when she invited him to do so with a wave of her hand.

Peggy then held out her hand and Jack was fooled like a beginner, falling into Peggy's arms when she pulled him hard towards her. He still managed not to crush her completely, but that didn't seem to be on the brunette's mind when she put her arms behind his back.

"Thank you." She said simply.

"I didn't do anything Marge, no need to thank me." Jack replied, without trying to pull out of his friend's embrace.

Peggy pulled back a little and Jack straightened up, looking the brunette in the eye, the latter still with her hands on his shoulders. "You were there. And that helped me a lot. So thank you, Jack." She said sincerely.

Jack could only return a slightly tense but equally sincere smile. Then he got up and sat down in one of the chairs next to Peggy's bed, opposite Daniel.

The latter spoke for the first time since Jack had entered the room. "I'm still mad that you knew about my child before me, but I'll get over it." The dark-haired man smiled.

Jack was taken aback for a moment and glanced at Peggy, who only smiled. "I told him." She confirmed. "I couldn't not."

The blond nodded and crossed his arms behind his head with a small smirk. "Well, after that you can only name him after me."

"We're not naming our son Jack!" Daniel replied immediately.

"Why not? It's a perfectly acceptable name." Jack said, cocky.

"What if it's a girl?" Peggy interjected.

"Jaqueline is a perfectly timeless name.”

Peggy sighed with a small smirk as Daniel shook his head, looking desperate. "We won't name our child Jack or Jaqueline." Peggy decided.

"Oh come on!" Jack exclaimed.

8 months later, Elisabeth Margaret Carter was born, and although Jack pouted falsely when he learned her name, and therefore that his proposals had not been accepted, he nearly fainted when Peggy told him that he was the little girl's godfather, as well as being her honorary uncle.

And when Jack took Elizabeth in his arms for the first time, not even 10 hours after the little girl's birth, he reiterated the promise he'd made to himself when he thought he was going to die in that hole with Peggy. He would never let anything happen to this little girl, he promised.

@comfy-vember

[halfmoth-halfman]

You should respond to reblog comments more tbh. People are taking the time to reblog your stuff, and tell you how much they enjoyed it and not answering is kinda rude. I love your fics, and you seem nice and all, but I’ve seen your notes recently— they’re nowhere near what they used to be and you don’t get anywhere near as much interaction as other CoD writers. It’d probably help your blog a lot! Just some advice, but maybe think about it! 😘💖

this has been sitting in my inbox for a few days cause i've been debating about whether or not i want to answer this, but i'm 98% sure you're the same anon who's sent me a few other messages since they all use the same kiss emoji and are riddled with the same backhanded bullshit you're spewing here, and you've succeeded in annoying me so here's your answer before you get blocked. 😘

i do this for fun. writing is not my bread and butter, it's not how i make my money, it's not how i support myself. it is a hobby. i use some of my free time to write and post fics for my own enjoyment above all else. i don't give a fuck about how many notes, or likes, or reblogs i do or don't get. is it nice to see them and see comments from people who enjoy my stuff? absolutely. i'm incredibly thankful for anyone who takes time out of their day to read one of my fics and even more so for people who go out of their way to interact with me and my work, but i'm not going to worry myself over numbers, because that's not why i write.

also, i've been in fandom spaces for a long time and, i hate to break it to you, but more often than not fandoms tend to slow down and die after the initial hype. i posted my first CoD fic like a week or two after the game came out when it was blowing up all over social media, of course it got an unusually high amount of notes that were, honestly, a little bit overwhelming at the time. now it's been some time, and the hype for the game has died down, so people are moving on to different shows/games/etc. which means interaction is gonna slow down. it happens, and i don't intend to sit and worry over how many asks or reblogs or whatever i get compared to other blogs. that's not fair to me, the other authors, or the people interacting. i'm happy with where my blog is at, and the amount of interaction i get.

i've said this a few times already, but i work a full-time job and have other obligations outside of tumblr. i don't have a lot of free time, and have to plan ahead how i want to spend it. i try my best to respond to replies, to answer asks, and everything else when i can, but i am an adult with adult responsibilities and just don't have time to keep up with every single like and reblog i get. that doesn't mean i'm purposely ignoring anyone, or that i'm ungrateful, i just simply don't have the time to keep up with every single notification i get. if i had more time in the day, then i'd probably respond more and be more active here in general, but i don't.

i greatly appreciate every single follower i have, every person who likes, reblogs, comments, replies, sends asks, etc. while i write for myself, it's always nice seeing other people enjoying my work, i won't pretend that it isn't. it absolutely blows me away the amount of people who like my writing enough to tell me. i'm always open to people sending me stuff, and try to respond as best i can, but i feel it's unfair (and not just to me, but to other writers and creators in general) to call me rude for not responding how you think i should. and i think it's even more rude for you to come into my inbox (on anon of all things) to spam me with messages about how you think i should run my blog with condescending and backhanded asks that you want to pretend is friendly advice.

i think it would be good for you to take some time and step away from tumblr and go outside, touch some grass, climb a tree, eat some dirt, or interact with real people, and maybe try to realize that, outside of this blog, i am a person too and one who really doesn't need to deal with this shit.

Just some advice, but maybe think about it! 😘💖

[thessalian]

Thess vs Hurdles and Challenges

Wow. Sometimes the world goes to lengths to give me a break. Though honestly, it's kind of backfiring because apparently the world doesn't know me very well.

See, I was debating calling out today. It was nearly 5am before I got any sleep because the stress and worry and ... well, everything ... caused pain flare and migraine. I woke up before my alarm, feeling a little bit better overall, but still kind of crap. Still, I know that we're struggling a little at work and I'm off all next week so I decided to take painkillers about it and carry on.

Apparently the Small God of IT had other ideas, because there is currently a hiccup with our patient records system and it's not letting me log in. I've spoken to IT and this is not a me-problem; this is an IT problem and while they are working on it, they have no idea when it's getting fixed. Though I have to say, IT was a little stunned when I got on the phone to them and they started the, "Have you refreshed the browser?" thing and I went, "Refreshed the browser, restarted the browser, cleared the cache, restarted the entire computer, everything. Nothing worked". I get why they had to go through all that, but I kind of wish they'd looked at their notes before running me through the "A statistically significant percentage of end users are ignorant of anything beyond 'press button to do thing'" spiel. We could have skipped a whole part of the interaction that way.

Anyway, so I'm sitting here, wiggling my work mouse every so often and keeping an eye on my email client, and honestly getting shit all done. I could check the typing queue, at least, and that honestly isn't too bad right now ... though it's about to get worse because Goblin's going out to an appointment and may or may not be back today. (I hope she's okay.) The thing I said about the world not knowing me very well is ... well. I could probably take it easier, not worry so much about immediately knowing when I can get to work, maybe even say, "Maybe this is for the best because I feel horrible and could use a sick day" ... but I can't stand being forced to not do things. I get nervous when IT things are going wrong, because what if it's a huge problem that won't get fixed for days? I need to know when it's fixed, so I'm going to keep trying. Plus, if I'm honest, I am an ornery so-and-so and I only get more determined when faced with a set of hurdles between myself and a task - whether I need to do it or I just want to, I want to know I can.

On that subject, Veilguard. I woke up nearly an hour before my alarm, which means I'm running on maybe four and a half hours' sleep right now. But I figured since I was up, I'd check in on Veilguard. Now, it would have been nice if someone had warned me how long it takes to configure shader settings, but never mind - my early wake-up meant I still had some time to poke at things. From the looks of things, I can play it, at least in early stages. I might want to look at whatever invincibility mode the thing has, and will be careful to not stand near any cliffs just in case, but I've been making it through the prologue without too much issue. It helps that this isn't my "real" playthrough yet, mostly because between compiling shaders and figuring out the character creation thing, I didn't get that much time to actually play. On short acquaintance, though, I think the issue is mostly the visual noise, so to speak. So much is happening on the screen that it's hard to know what you're supposed to be focused on at any give moment. I'll probably get used to it. I'm not going to be seeking a refund, anyway - which is good because I barely have time to do so. If games are going to spend over half an hour configuring shader settings at launch, Steam needs to be more generous with its return policies.

So ... yeah. Today's been me dealing with the hurdles technology sets. Not entirely winning, but coping. I'll have another try at restarting my work browser just to see, and then find something to do. I mean, maybe I could even get through the Veilguard prologue on this practice character. (I don't even remember what I named them; that's how tired I am.)

[benkyoutobentou]

31 Days of Productivity Reading: Day sixteen

Before: Since we're now about halfway through the month, let's take another look at my goals for March-

Finish No. 6 volume 3

Read 憎らしい彼

Read 独り舞 (2/3 there!)

Read at least ten volumes of manga (3/10)

Read at least an hour per day (still still on track!)

Am I at least halfway through my (tangible) goals? Uh, debatable. Either way, I think completing my goals is still completely doable!

I still have seven volumes of manga to read, so is there anything I'd like to get to this month? Yes. Too many. So let's narrow it down. I would very much like to get in at least one more volume of ベルサイユのばら (1/7), I want to start はなものがたり (2/7) but I only have one volume and I'm in the debacle of "but what if I like it so much that I need to read the rest right away?", it's not that I necessarily want to read スリーピングデッド (4/7) this month but more of I don't think I'll be able to hold off reading it until next month, and I've also been feeling a bit like picking up another volume of 3月のライオン (5/7) lately, and okay I think that's enough. I could just list off every single series in my tbr but then we'd be here all day. I won't even promise that I'll get to anything I listed here because that's just how life pans out sometimes. I listed off all those manga and didn't even name ウツボラ don't even look at me.

After: As much as I’m ready for this musical to be over, it saved me today because I don’t think I would’ve gotten any reading in had I not been in a position where I have to sit in one place and do nothing for like an hour and a half in bit and pieces. In addition to usual Saturday errands and the musical, I did some gardening in the afternoon and went to a party tonight. I’m really not a partier (I mean look at me, my hobbies are language learning and reading) but I always make a point to go when my next door neighbors host parties because it forces me to be at least a little social. Plus, I usually know a good amount of the people there. And this time, I ended up talking to someone about books and they invited me to their book club! Just what I need, more books I have to read. Of course I said yes.

Today, I read twenty two pages, which would be around an hour and eighteen minutes if I were to use yesterday’s average reading pace of four minutes per page. If I read another twenty pages tomorrow, I would only have about thirty pages left to read on Monday which I think is totally doable in a single day. The end is in sight! Again, I don’t dislike this book or think it’s bad, it’s just a bit too high level for my Japanese right now. I am glad to have read it, though. Hopefully my next read will pick me back up off the ground and remind me that I actually can read in this language.

I'm also still going strong with doing my JPDB reviews, and I'm now in the 1200s. Slow and steady wins the race and I'm hoping that mentioning it here will keep me on track.