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wlwmedarda · 4 months ago

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I'm honestly just looking to rant and this might be long depending on how fast I get irritated the more I type so if this isn't coherent or well written I apologize in advance. Since it looks like Ambessa will take on a more antagonistic role in arcane season two, I would like to unpack the fandom's antiblackness that you guys are either blind to or aware and too pussy to call it out as my gut is telling me it's gonna increase and if no one is gonna start the difficult conversation then I sure as hell will.

Sevika:

Mel:

Starting off strong with the definition of "you guys want complex female characters but can't even handle her". Mel Medarda is in quite the predicament seeing how she's morally grey, a black woman, AND "gets in the way" of a mlm ship so she was kinda screwed from the start. A cunning politician disowned for her pacifism who acts as a sort of bridge to Noxus' slow introduction, and is THE ONLY CHARACTER IN THE SEASON 1 MAIN CAST SPECIFICALLY CREATED FOR THE SHOW. She's treated like satan incarnate or a Jezebel (highly suggest looking into that if you don't know what that is), GOOD character analysis is rare, and when she is talked about positively, it's so often chalked up to appearances that I'd rather yall not talk about her at all. Oh you love Mel? Then can we talk about her relationship with her mother? Unpack her dynamic with Jayce? Maybe more fanworks centered around her? I've seen yall's fake asses dropping the shittiest fucking takes about her only to turn around and gush over how pretty she is, and yall think you're slick about it and you're not. I would say I prefer the ones who are loud and proud about their hatred but that'd be a lie, they're two cheeks on the same ass; annoying and couldn't give a decent break down of her character if a gun was pointed at they head even she's perfect to dissect. I could talk about her more but we'd be here all day and so many black women even from outside the fanbase have already talked about yall so there's no need for me to add on 🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️.

Quick question, have you guys ever tried to talk about her in a non sexual way? Yes, Sevika is undeniably sexy and you could argue that true stans of hers talk about her outside of horny time, but a good half of the fandom is a different story. In a similar case to Mel's, deep dives into her character are rare to find which is crazy when she acts as Zaun's own "kingmaker". She's loyal to her city and the cause, never to a specific person and will not hesitate to betray you. She could be your right hand man one day, and the next she might find a better kingpin to follow and stab you in the back like it all meant nothing. "Were you tempted?" "Not for a worm like him". Simple and subtle and probably my favorite Sevika scene; she comes to realize Silco is no longer the best leader for Zaun, but he's as good as it gets for now and so she sticks by him. I remember a YouTube comment breaking down how she's essentially the quintessential Zaun: a brute warrior molded by her environment, who defied Vander's peaceful ways and embraced Silco's cruelty. Her mindset and goal is interesting and you'd think it'd result in some fascinating meta or exploration of her upbringing when we got a hint that she potentially has some daddy issues right? Obviously, but what do we get instead? White sapphics treating her like nothing more than a sexual object. How delightful!

Ekko:

This might partially be Riot's fault because — and I hate to sound like a league lore nerd — Ekko is quite underdeveloped compared to the richer origins of his former pre arcane self, but I'm gonna hold off on that till the season finale to see how they handle him. Anyways, at this point the fandom clearly sees him as Jinx's trophy husband. When you talk about him, she is brought into the convo 90% of the time. That's exactly why I prefer black timebomb shippers over the nonblack ones because I trust they actually love Ekko as a character on his own. Even though I have my complaints regarding how's been written so far, I still know he's too good to be reduced to Jinx's loverboy. He fights and cares for his city, the only character that you can confidently say is pure of heart, and is the revolutionary leader Zaun really needs. He's just as smart as Jinx too, he is literally going to create TIME TRAVEL. Why does no one wanna talk about that? Can we be excited for his character development and arc not just for the timebomb scenes you'll get out of it?

Ambessa:

Can't even deny this woman is awful but her presence on screen enthralled me after a couple of rewatches and I also love bad mothers in media so I've settled on a love/hate relationship. Yes, she's definitely gonna have some influence on Caitlyn, which makes sense since she has now lost her mother; she's vulnerable and as we have seen, naive. She's practically free real estate for Ambessa. My recent worry though has been how the fandom seems to be willing to put all of Caitlyn's actions on her as if Cait isn't a grown ass woman who can make her own decisions. Of course being grown doesn't mean you're immune to manipulation, but I've seen some Silco and Jinx comparisons and it is NOT the same. Mind you we haven't even seen the first three episodes; we don't know how far Ambessa's manipulation is going to go and we can't really tell what the dynamic is gonna be like based off of clips and trailers that are likely shown out of context on purpose to throw people off. I'll never defend her actions, hell I'll join in on the lashings, but my black ass is also not gonna sit here and let yall talk about her weirdly or pin all of this on her.

Some might say I'm overthinking this, but I've been here since November 2021 and have sat back and observed for 2 years. You don't have to write deep, philosophical conversations 24/7, I'm sure it's not all in bad faith and I won't act like I don't thirst over Sevika or marvel at Mel's beauty. I'm not saying you have to like these characters and that you're racist if you don't. My frustration comes from the lack of nuanced conversations and hypocritical opinions surrounding black characters in this show. When you try to say something about this, you're hit with excuses; it reminds me of how man obsessed fujoshis act when they're questioned for not giving two fucks about female characters. They're either reduced to one character trait, only admired for their looks, or only discussed when it's about the white character they're connected to. Do NOT under ANY circumstance be black and morally ambiguous, you WILL be held to higher moral standards than everyone's wittle blorbos who can do wrong and are defended from all sides when you dare to take the rose colored stan glasses off and criticize them. What's really ridiculous is you hear the "complex characters" bullshit every two to three business days and some of you have the nerve to boast about this series being diverse while simultaneously ignoring the complexities in the characters of color. This is the main reason I took a step back and with season two around the corner I thought "Hey, maybe it'll be better this time!" and it was a mistake. Good to know yall still have an underlying racism problem you don't wanna address but with some extra classism thrown in. "What will we do once Arcane ends?" hopefully get a job, touch some grass, and reflect. Lord knows yall need it. The faster yall sizzle out the better. I'm done that's all I have to say lol goodnight 👍🏽👍🏽👍🏽👍🏽.

#arcane #mel medarda #sevika #ekko #ambessa medarda #fandom critical

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goldenlikedayl1ght · 9 months ago

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wildest dreams - m. murdock

a/n: i have literally not been inspired for two weeks then i was STRUCK with the urge to write this. guys. i am so proud of this one i am not even going to lie. this one is dedicated to @bunmurdock because i am literally always thinking about professor murdock.... i really hope you guys enjoy this one, because i enjoyed writing it :) warnings: SMUT! inappropriate dynamic, P in V smut, so much cursing, lots of inappropriate thoughts and pining, power dynamics, dirty talk, reader does an edible and is high for a small part of this fic, reader isn't stupid in this one! she is just horny! she is also deaf, and there is yapping of readers daddy issues word count: 6.3k likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated! <3 summary: you have a huge crush on your professor and spend many days desperate for him. pairing: professor!matt murdock x hoh!reader now playing: wildest dreams - taylor swift (taylor's version) "i said, "no one has to know what we do"/his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room"

You could treat him better than any of these other horny grad students.

Seriously, that is your only conscious thought watching this man move around the front of this lecture center. You’re not dumb, you know everyone sitting here wants him—Those who are attracted to men want to fuck him and those who aren’t seek his approval. But you are built different, you’re also lacking a major sense, besides, your brain runs ramped with disgusting thoughts about the man.

Today’s focus is on the man’s outfit. It’s his last class of the day, and it shows. His clothes are a bit more wrinkled, and his hair is messier than it had been when he started the day. But most importantly, his jacket is thrown on the back of his chair, meaning you have a phenomenal view of his torso.

He wears a white button down, with the cuffs of the arms rolled up to just below his elbows, the bottom of the shirt tucked into the waistline of his pants. The shirt is tight, maybe a little too tight, especially around the arms. Maybe it’s because he works out. Or at least, you assume he works out.

That brings us to his tie. Oh, his tie. It’s nothing special—a pure black tie, just hanging from his neck. Your mind wanders. It starts at the dissection of a key court case in the subject of minimum wage, but from there, it starts drifting to his tie.

You think about the tie moving back and forth above you as he thrusts into you, brushing against your face, pulling on it to bring him closer. You think about that soft half chuckle he does, before he says something dirty like—

“Did you have something to add?” His voice right in front of you snaps you out of your trance. Fuck. You were not paying attention.

“Uh, No, Professor..” Your face is a deep red, embarrassed. You wish you could take off your hearing aids to stop listening to all the giggling from around you, from peers who are thrilled that Professor Murdock’s little (not-so) secret admirer got called out for her staring.

“Hm,” he taps the table in front of you, “Then I want you paying attention.” He says, before going back to his lecture. You could die right there. Everyone is laughing at you. He embarrassed you.

Okay, so you have no proof that he’s ever wanted you in the way that you’ve been so god damn desperate for him, but it’s still crushing that he’d single you out in that way. That maybe while you were increasingly needy for him, he found you fucking annoying, in such a way that he felt the need to embarrass you in front of your peers.

You want to melt—Melt into a puddle with just your boots and your hearing aids left behind so you never have to face him ever again. That’s why you’re so relieved when he dismisses class right on time (Well, right on time for him. He always ends class five minutes early to leave room for questions) and you quickly gather your things.

Because of the sheer level of embarrassment he has caused you, the other students in the class who want him try to flock to him, sensing that you no longer have the confidence to engage with him—But your desire is still there, as you messily shove your things into your backpack. You turn when you’re finished, slinging your bag over your shoulder.

Your face is still flushed, part because you’re embarrassed, part because you are out of breath from rushing. But you are faced with the view of your professor, all alone. Your breath hitches when his hand moves up to the top of his tie, as he smooths it out, running his fingers down the fabric.

“I read your essay on the expectations of the courts and law versus the realities of it. I loved it. The argument using Gideon versus Wainwright to justify the existence of the right to counsel as a civil right and not a liberty was fascinating, especially considering your other arguments about how race, class and gender play into those realities. Well done. I thought it was some of your best work.”

Your face is flushed for a new reason now. Wasn’t this the same man who was mad at you for not paying attention?

“I thought so too.” You confess, and he just smiles. He loves that you’re confident in your work. You’ll make a great lawyer one day.

“Oh, and,” He digs through his leather satchel to pull out some notes, running his finger over the folder tab to make sure he has the right folder, “Here are the printed copy of our notes from the last few lectures.” It’s part of your accommodations that professors give you a copy.

“Thanks, Professor.” You smile gently, reaching out to take the papers. Your hands meet and as you grip the notes, the tips of your fingers just barely brush against his. Neither of you say anything. Neither of you let go.

“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you today.” He starts, “But you’re bright—Smarter than most of your professors, I bet. And I don’t want you to fall behind.” He says softly, and without saying it, you know he’s worried because of your hearing. He was disabled in law school once upon a time, and he recognizes your potential.

“It’s okay.” You say softly, softer than your voice usually is. “I get it, really. It won’t happen again.”

“Good.” He says gently, letting go of the papers now. As you clutch them close to your chest, his hand goes back up to mess with his tie again. Does he know what he’s doing? Does he know how wild it drives you? He must. “I’ll see you on Thursday.”

“See you on Thursday.” You agree, and that’s when you leave the classroom.

As the door closes behind you, he listens intently. He hears your nervous heartbeat, could practically feel the heat radiating off you. But he knows your routine by now. You’re about to start playing music, and he likes knowing what sort of mood you’re in as you leave his class.

A smile spreads across his face when he hears the opening notes of that new Hozier song, ‘Too Sweet’.

• • •

You are a straight A student. You study days in advance for exams, you write elaborate study guides and most of all, you do not miss class, unless you are dying (no, seriously, the last time you missed class you were rushed to the hospital, sick with pneumonia after a big exam, which you aced). So, when you’re not in Matt’s class on Thursday, he tries not to panic.

You’re a grown woman, he tells himself, and he doesn’t have an attendance policy, having told the class on syllabus day that he trusted them to know when to come to class and when they should go lay in the sun or stay home with a bad cold.

But you once came to class doped up on cold medicine with a mask on, just because you didn’t want to miss any important information. He heard it before you got to class, so he faked a family emergency to cancel class early that day. He could hear your rattled sigh of relief as the other students flooded out.

And he knows for a fact you didn’t show up today because of how fucking loud you are; You don’t mean to be, but he can hear the light buzzing of your hearing aids, and you wear these big work boots that stomp even when you’re trying to step lightly. And he heard neither buzzing nor stomps today.

Oh, your boots. He’s spent years with everything being too loud, but he just can’t help but think about the boots—What color were they? What were their texture? He has this fantasy that lives at the very back of his mind of putting you in heels, heels too big for anyone let alone a girl who only wears clunky work boots, that way he would have to help you, take care of you, and it is a fantasy that will probably live at the back of his mind until he dies.

Sure, he’d probably get married, settle down with someone his age and never worry if she might be dissatisfied with an older man, and she’ll be quiet. No hearing aids, no big boots. They’ll have kids, they’ll be happy together. He’ll still go to you when he can’t sleep, and no one will ever know.

Wait, what was he doing? Oh, right. You weren’t in class today.

His fingers move over the keyboard to look you up in the system. He clicks on the audio assistant to read him your information. It reads out your first and last name, middle initial, then your grade in his class (A+), your accommodations (Notes, time and a half, things like that), your birthday, and—

Wait, he takes a moment, and his fingers go over to his braille calendar, realizing that you’re taking a day off because it’s your birthday. A laugh escapes his lips, because how silly was he being?

His fingers move again to find your email address. He debates for a moment before adding the subject line, “Absence Today.” Then, he erases it and changes it to, “Class Today”, hoping you wouldn’t freak out before reading the email.

And just for a moment, he lets himself dream. He writes the following email to you,

“Hey, sweetheart—

Happy Birthday. I’m so happy you’re taking a break, you deserve it, more than anyone else I know. Are you doing something fun for it? Going out and getting wasted? Hooking up with some college guy who couldn’t fuck you properly?

If I could, my birthday gift to you would be a day spent with my face buried between your pretty thighs, although that might be a birthday gift to me and not to you. I’ve always been a selfish man, and you seem to be something I am entirely selfish about. I want your hands tangled in my hair, tugging on it as I taste you. I want you all to myself. I didn’t hear the buzzing of your hearing aids or the clunking of your boots, and I felt this striking yearning.

I can’t stand being around you without having you. It’s torture.

Happy Birthday,

Matthew.’

He thinks about it for a minute, before completely erasing the email, and sending you this one instead:

‘Missed you in class today! We went over the reading for Chapter Seven. Happy Birthday! Professor M’

He sends it, and then rubs his face, a long sigh leaving his lips. He is completely enamored by you, and it is so unfair. You’d be in class on Monday, he told himself. He’d see you then, and it would be like getting his fix of you.

Then, he turns to the distraction of trying to grade papers. It won’t work. He’ll still have you on his mind all day, and there will be no relief in sleeping. Hopefully he’ll dream of that long day between your thighs.

• • •

Truth be told, you were not drinking and fucking some random guy when Matt emails you. You were cuddled up in bed, giggling and eating snacks, so many snacks, because, well, you took an edible with a bunch of your friends and now are high out of your mind.

Some animated shows are on in the background, and when your phone buzzes, you pick it up and almost melt when you see the email from your favorite professor. You start giggling like a kid, your fingers clutching your phone as you read the email over and over again.

One friend looks up to you from her place on your floor and asks, “Are you alright?”

You don’t answer at first, but then you nod, and pull your blanket close, imagining Matt’s arms around you. Your brain paints you a picture of him holding you against his chest and gently playing with your hair.

It’s a nice fantasy.

• • •

For being a law student, you really fucking hate it sometimes. Okay, that’s not true. You love being a law student and are so excited to go out into the world and make that difference. But you’d be lying if you don’t sort of contemplate dropping out and getting a sugar daddy over certain assignments.

Maybe Matt is in the market. Then you shake your head to get the thought out of there, before opening your laptop to check your professor’s office hours. The one that assigned this assignment is an old bat who does not have office hours except for during your other classes on Fridays.

Then, you look at Matt’s office hours. He has office hours right now. You click the pen in your hand a few times, thinking. Contemplating. Would he want to see you at this point? Would you be able to control yourself?

You give the question you’re working on one more time before you lean down and grab your boots, starting to lace them up. Then, you pack up your bag, heart beating nervously over what—Asking him for help with an assignment?

You make it all the way across campus, the whole time worried about if you’ll walk in on your professor with some other girl. You almost laugh at that thought, because you think you’re silly for how dramatic you are about the man.

You stand down the hallway from his office for a few minutes, just contemplating. You could just turn around and not at all open the possibility of being around him, and everything stays the same. Nothing changes, and your relationship with your professor maintains it’s strictly professional relationship.

You walk towards the door, knocking on it before holding your breath.

“Come on in,” He calls from behind the door. Now or never. You open the door, and smile in his direction.

“Hey, professor,” You greet, a soft smile on your face. His tie is loose around his neck. You blink away whatever daydream your brain wants to dive headfirst into.

“Hey,” He greets, “I don’t think you have any assignments due, so what’s up?” He asks, tilting his head in your direction. As you think about it, you realize that you do not need help with an assignment.

“This is going to sound like a lie. But I had trouble with this assignment earlier, and suddenly I walked in here and realized I knew exactly what I was doing. I’m sorry for bothering you.” You explain, but you make no attempt to turn around and leave.

“Let me guess,” He starts, gauging by what year and academic proficiency you’re at, “Professor Reid’s estate planning class? That assignment about the will and testament of an old lady with a marriage less than 90 days and estranged kids?”

You groan and take a seat in one of the chairs in his office. He laughs in response, shaking his head.

“That old bat.” You roll your eyes. He just smiles and shakes his head.

“You’ll be fine. Just remember to cheat on your final.” He tells you, and you give him a perplexed look.

“What?”

“Well, for the final, there’ll be a question about a super niche argument on inheritance. Just cheat on it.”

“You’re a professor, telling me to cheat?”

“I cheated on it,” He shrugs. You suddenly remember that he used to go to school here and has taken all the classes you’re struggling with right now.

“You’re being unprofessional.” You tell him, and he smiles again. Your heart skips a beat, and somehow, his smile grows. As if he knows exactly what sort of effect he has on you. As if this is all a game he likes to play with you, his eager and willing participant.

“Okay, forget that I told you to cheat on Reid’s exam. We have to talk about something, it would be awkward to just sit here in silence. Uh, what did you major in in undergrad?”

“English. I minored in Disability studies.”

“So why Law?” He asks curiously, leaning forward and clasping his hands together, before resting them on his desk. Jesus Christ.

“I’m tired of being poor.” The answer slips out before you can really stop yourself. He laughs again, and something in you stirs. As if making him laugh is the newest way you feel good about yourself. How twisted is that? “I’m being serious!” You laugh too, unable to contain it.

“I’m sure,” he promises, “I grew up poor too, I was sick of it too. But if you’re going to be a lawyer—”

“You need to have respect for the law and the people taken advantage by it,” You finish, “I get that, really, I do. And I want to help people. I want to go into divorce law and help all the poor and battered women like—” You’re forgetting yourself. You’re forgetting that this isn’t a date and that this man is your professor.

“Like..?” He prods you to finish, curious. He is on the edge of his seat about you. This is more than he has gotten of you in the past few weeks you’ve been taking his class.

“Like my mom.” You finish suddenly looking for something to do with your hands. Anything, really. “But the check that comes with it isn’t exactly deterring me, you know?”

“I get that,” he says earnestly, “I was an orphan, one of those dirty scrappy ones you feel bad for,” he does that half chuckle that makes you want to go over there and kiss him. “Never knew my mom, and my dad died when I was young. So, I get it. Being poor and wanting to do better for yourself. For your parent who sacrificed for you.”

But it clicks for him, the hidden meaning behind your ambitions. You have daddy issues, and he can tell that’s part of your crush on him. Though, he’ll never say it to you. He’ll let it be something unspoken between the two of you.

“Yeah, I guess you do get it.” You smile softly. But this is dangerous. So so dangerous. The two of you are dancing this dangerous line—Well, more like you’re damn well dancing clear over the line and ignoring it. But you don’t know how to stop it. Maybe you don’t want to stop it.

“Well, uh, maybe you could finish that assignment while we’re here.” He clears his throat, straightening his tie and you try to connect the wires in your brain to focus on the assignment. You pull it out of your bag and place it on his desk, smoothing it out a bit. Matt gets up and starts to wander around the office, and you look at him curiously. “I think better when I can move around.”

You should’ve known that much, you have stared at him doing lectures, wandering from end to end of the rows and rows in the classroom.

“Yeah, totally,” You nod, focusing on the assignment. It’s on paper, the old bat refuses to use online assignments. You’re practically flying through the assignment, and it’s at the point where you are forgetting your company. In fact, you really don’t notice him.. Until you lean back and stretch, jumping when you realize that Matt has taken a spot right behind you, his hands on the arms of your chair, leaning forward. You’re practically leant up against him.

“See? Was that so hard?” Your face flushes, his voice right next to your ear. He has to know; he has to know how you’re affecting him. You tilt your head a bit, and your eyes are level with his chin. His stubble moves as he sets his jaw. He doesn’t smell much like anything… except the faintest hint of clean sheets and this slight scent of mahogany. It would go perfect with a whiff of whiskey.

“No,” you say quietly, and he almost shudders at the feeling of your warm breath against his cheek. “Not at all, Prof—”

“Call me Matt.” It’s almost begging. You’re kind of into it, but that’s not surprising given how incredibly attractive you find him.

“Okay.” You say quietly. He has reduced you to one-word answers. The two of you stay quiet for a while. You’re unsure what to say. Matt is contemplating his options. Anyone could walk in on the two of you like this. The door isn’t locked, and you want to bring this up, but the words die out in your throat. His head tilts a bit towards you, and you get a glimpse at those perfect lips of his.

“You know—” He starts, but before he can get any farther, you lean in and kiss him. You kiss him intensely, your hand on his cheek, and for once, you are not filled with regret at a bad decision. He doesn’t react at first, and for just a second, you’re nervous.

Then, He kisses you back, letting out this deep hum as he deepens the kiss. He tilts his head to get deeper into your mouth, and his hands make their way down to your hips. He focuses for a second, before wrapping his arms around you to pick you up and sitting you on his desk.

His hands trail down as the pair of you kiss, landing on your thighs. His fingers rub back and forth, and you gasp when he squeezes your thighs. He grins and takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your clunky boots hit against his desk and he practically growls at the sound. He pulls away, his teeth biting your bottom lip as he does.

You’re completely out of breath, and so is he. He stumbles back a bit, his lips swollen and bright pink from kissing you. He wipes his mouth as he pants, and inhales deeply. You run your fingers through your hair, brushing the hair that has fallen onto your face.

“We..” he mumbled gently, running his hand over his chin. “Holy shit, kid—”

“Don’t call me kid—”

“Listen,” he goes over to you and brushes the hair from your face, “That was.. it was phenomenal, but someone could’ve walked in on that, and.. Fuck, if we do that again, I won’t be able to keep my hands off you.” he confesses, his hands on your cheeks.

“When I was staring off into space last week, I was thinking about your tie.” You tell him, your hands are finding the base of it now. He tilts his head, curiously.

“What were you thinking about?”

“Was daydreaming about it brushing against my face as you fuck me.” You could swear his face is red. You grin.

“Yeah?” He laughs, taking the tie from you and bringing the tie up to brush against your cheeks, “Like that?” he teases, and you laugh back. Dick.

“Mhm,” You giggle, and your hands find his, wrangling the tie out of his hands, and tugging on it, before bringing him in for another kiss. He inhales deeply as he kisses you, taking the taste of you in for a moment before pulling away.

“I’m serious, sweetheart, this is dangerous.”

“Sweetheart?” You grin. He takes your chin and grips it between his thumb and pointer finger.

“Hey. Pay attention.” He says, and you want to argue that saying things in that low gravely tone will not help you pay attention, but you can tell he’s serious. That he wants your attention focused on him, this is important. “Listen. I like you. I like you a lot, but we have to be careful if we want any of this to go further. We have to be subtle and watch our steps.” He says softly.

“Okay.” You promise, “Okay, we should be careful.” He smiles gently and leans in to kiss your forehead.

“Good pup.” He hums, and your face flushes.

“I like ‘pup’.” You like sweetheart too, but your stomach flips when he calls you pup.

“Yeah, I know you do.” He grins. “Wanna get out of here?”

“I thought you said we have to be careful.”

“Okay, then I’ll give you my address and you can come over.” He shrugs. “I know how badly I need you, I can only imagine how you feel.” He hums, and you grin.

“Okay, Here, give me your phone.” Matt fishes his phone out of his pocket and hands it to you. You put your number in with your name, sending yourself a quick text before handing the phone back to him. “There. Send it to me.” He steps back so you can hop off the desk, before putting your homework back in your bag.

As you sling your bag over your shoulder, he grabs your wrist in his hand and pulls you close, just to kiss you again.

• • •

Your hands are shaking as you drive over to Matt’s apartment. You’re so full of desire for him, and you take a second after parking the car to adjust your hair and makeup. Luckily you had no plans with your friends so it’s not like you’re hiding anything from anyone.

Are you about to sleep with the professor you’ve had a crush on since the beginning of the semester? Hopefully. You take a quick glance down to the apartment number he sent you before climbing out of the car, locking it behind you.

Then, you manage your way through the building, finding yourself in front of his door for the second time tonight. You hesitate. Though, you’re not sure why. Well, maybe you do. Maybe you’re terrified that this is going to be bad. Or maybe that you’re scared you’ll be bad, and he’ll hate you.

Maybe you just need to get over yourself. Although, you can’t really do much more convincing because Matt swings open the door and grins at you. You almost die at the sight of him. His tie is gone, and his shirt is unbuttoned by three buttons.

“You’re so hot,” You blurt out as you hand him a cheap bottle of wine you picked up on the way here.

“You’re cute,” he hums, grabbing your arm and pulling you into the apartment, leaving you giggling as he closes the door behind you. You look around his apartment, your eyes catching on the giant billboard. You’re standing in front of the window when he comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. His lips gently kiss your neck, up and down, biting your shoulder gently. “Enamored by the billboard, sweetheart?”

“Your windows are so big, probably a lot of light in here during the day.” You say softly, and he smiles against your neck.

“Mhm, one day, I’ll fuck you against those windows—”

“Matt,” You groan, but he just shushes you and kisses your neck again.

“I know, pup,” He hums, “But don’t worry, I’ll show you a very nice time, hear all those pretty noises you can make for me.” You blush, turning to say something to him but he wraps his arms around your waist again, before throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you to his room. You’re laughing all the way there, before throwing you onto the bed.

“Mean.” You accuse, but he shrugs.

“You’ll get over it, sweetheart, I promise.” He hums, and you sit up on his bed. He stands between your legs, leaning down to kiss you gently, his hands finding your cheeks again. He kisses you like this for a few minutes, before slowly kneeling in front of you, never breaking the increasingly sloppy kiss. You pull away from the kiss to study him. He tilts his head, his hands finding your thighs to rub them again as he did in the office. “What?” he asks gently.

“I spent all those lectures only being able to study you from a far.. Just let me really look at you for a while..” You request. He grins gently as your fingers run over his stubble again. Your hands move up to his glasses. “Can I take these off?” You request, tilting your head.

Matt hesitates, just for a second. He’s not really used to it, to someone truly wanting to see him, every part of him. But he trusts you, wants you to see him. So he nods, letting out a soft ‘yeah’ as you pull off those circular red glasses, gently folding them and setting them down somewhere safe.

Then, you take a good, long look at his eyes. They’re this deep brown, almost black, irises that are drop dead gorgeous. The skin around his eyes is scarred, but the scars are old, yet, you rub your thumb gently against that scarred skin. You lean in and press a kiss to the corner of his eyes, first the left one, then the right one.

He leans up and kisses you after that, his hands slowly making their way down your legs. Your hands find his buttons of his shirt starting to undo them. He pulls away from the kiss, before slipping off his button up, throwing it away somewhere in the room. Your eyes drift down to these scars on his collarbones, and your fingers run over them. Then, you notice other scars on his skin, and your hands find those too.

“Your boots are so loud,” he hums, and you’re taken back by it.

“What?”

“Your boots.” He hums, “I hear you stomping around with these things on, they’re.. Like a bell, you know? I like knowing you’re around.” His fingers go down to the laces of your left boot, slowly untying them. Then, he does the same with the right boot.

He pulls off your boots, before running his fingers over your socks.

“They’re multicolored. Bright and patterned.” You confess, and he grins, before pulling them off. Then, he stops, realizing you have another pair of socks on. He blinks, before starting to laugh.

“You have two pairs of socks on?” he chuckles, your face flushing.

“My boots are just a little too big!” You tell him, and he laughs, resting his head against your thigh. He finishes taking your socks off, before working on the buttons of your jeans. When he finally gets those undone, he pulls off your pants, throwing them somewhere close to his now abandoned shirt. His hand comes up to rub you through your panties, and he lets out a scoff as he does.

“So wet for me, pup..” He mumbles, coming up to gently kiss your cheeks and then your jaw, as you whine. “I know, baby, I know,” he says softly, rubbing your clit gently. You whine gently at the feeling, gripping his wrist. He chuckles softly, kissing you to shut you up a bit.

He pulls his hand away from your throbbing cunt to pull off your tee shirt, throwing it wherever. He starts to kiss you as you fiddle with the buttons of his pants and pull them off, letting him step out of the before he casts them away.

You grin into the kiss, before he pulls away.

“What? What’s got you so giddy, pup?” he asks, a grin on his face too.

“Briefs,” You hum, fiddling with the waistband of his briefs, and he laughs, shaking his head.

“Thinking about your professor’s underwear?” He teases, leaning in to bite your neck. “Dirty, dirty girl.” He grins, and you swat at his shoulder, which causes him to laugh. He likes having fun with you, even if it’s not inherently sexual.

His hands come up to run gently over your skin, trailing from your hands up to your shoulders, and then all the way to your ears, where his fingers gently run over your hearing aids. It’s a nice gesture, really, but as soon as his fingers brush over your hearing aids, you immediately retract, the feedback shooting through your skull, uncomfortably.

“Ow—” You cringe, leaning your head back to try and get away from his fingers. He cringes, hearing the feedback, not as badly as you do but knowing it’s there and that you’re in pain pains him.

“I’m sorry,” he coos softly, his fingers moving down to cup your jaw. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart, I hadn’t realized—”

“Hey, it’s okay,” You hum, tilting your head to kiss his palm gently. “It happens, It’s why you should never touch them while I have them on.” You shrug. He leans down and kisses your stomach a bit, before going back to kiss you again, deepening the kiss a bit before roughly shoving you back on the bed. You giggle as he climbs on top of you, caging you in between his legs, as he slips his tongue into your mouth again. He kisses you with passion and need, and it drives you entirely too wild. As he pulls away, one hand comes up to grip your chin, before he leans down with his head against yours.

“Want me to fuck you, pretty thing?” He asks gently, his voice sweet as honey as he talks so obscenely to you. You whine, finally getting what you want after weeks and months of waiting. He just smiles and shakes his head, “No, no, puppy, you gotta say it to me.” He requests.

“Yes, I want you..” You groan, bucking your hips a bit at the thought of him finally fucking you.

“Want me to do what?” he asks, innocently.

“Want you to fuck me, please..” You request, and this finally seems to satisfy him. His hand comes down to unhook your bra, throwing it behind him with the rest of your clothes, before his lips begin to travel downwards, kissing down your jaw and neck, before he’s kissing the valley of your breasts, his hand going down to rub your clit again.

He groans against your skin at the feeling of your wetness soaking through your underwear and listening to your moans. His hands begin to work to take off your panties, and as soon as those are gone, your hands come up to his briefs, wanting them gone.

“Off, off, off—” You huff, and he laughs as he slips them off. Then, he reaches over and grabs a condom from the bedside table, but you grab his hand, shaking your head, “No, no—I’m on the pill, promise.”

“You sure?” He asks gently, and you nod, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips.

“Sure.” You nod, and then you’re kissing him again, your hand going down to stroke his cock, and he gasps into the kiss, before chuckling. He pulls away to mutter out to you--

“Needy girl,” he purrs, before moving to kiss you again. As you’re kissing, he slips his cock into you, and you moan into the kiss, tensing at the feeling, “Relax for me, pup.. So fucking tight for me.” He groans, his hand coming down to swat your thigh. “Relax.” He tells you, his voice sterner this time.

You nod, trying to form a more conscious thought than the pure bliss you feel, your hands wrapping around his neck, scratching down his back a bit. He groans softly, as he starts to slowly thrust into you. He is using every ounce of self-control he has, resisting the urge to absolutely violate you.

But he’s trying to be gentle, be nice.

“Faster,” You gasp out, your fingers pulling on the hair at the nape of his neck. He does that half chuckle, and it makes you whine as he begins to speed up.

“Beautiful little pup..” he says lowly, “Been staring at me.. Wanting your professor so badly these past few weeks, dirty little thing,” he hums, “Fuck, so.. fuck..” Your legs are beginning to shake the longer and harder he thrusts into you. “So fucking good for me..” You whine into his lips as they crash into yours, one hand going down to rub your clit gently, the stimulation too much for someone who hasn’t had sex this good, ever, but especially because you haven’t had sex at all in the past.. well, six or more months.

“Matty, ‘m..” You can barely get the words out as he fucks you harder,

“I know baby, come on, cum for me, pup,” he coos, his thrusts nor rubbing slowing down, maintaining his pace. Within a minute, you’re coming with loud moans into his ears, and he’s following suit shortly after, coming deep inside you.

But for the few minutes after the two of you finish, he continues his thrusting, relishing in the pretty moans and the sound of his deep thrusts into you. Eventually, he slows down, remaining deep inside of you. He pulls you close, kissing you deeply before flipping the pair of you over, and holding your legs close to stay buried deep inside of you.

For a few minutes, there are no words spoken, just deep, frantic pants and sweaty skin against each other.

“You know, that was as good as I’ve been fantasizing about for weeks.” You pant, “Better, even..” He laughs and nods.

“Me too..” he kisses you softly. “Let me take you out somewhere.”

“I thought we had to be careful..”

“We’ll go away somewhere then. Just the two of us for the weekend. I need to be with you, I can’t get enough of you now that I’ve had a taste.. Besides, I haven’t even eaten you out. Now that, that is going to be fun.” He grins, and you swat his arm.

“Evil, mean man!” You gasp, and he just laughs, kissing your forehead.

“I’m sorry, pup, let me make it up to you,” he hums.

“How?”

“Calling you pup a few times, ordering Thai food and teaching you how to suck me off?”

“I know how to suck you off,” You scoff.

“Oh yeah?” He tilts his head, leaning in to kiss him. Then, lips still against yours, he whispers, “Prove it, pretty puppy.”

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x y/n #daredevil #daredevil fic #matt murdock fic #daredevil fanfiction #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock smut #matt murdock x hoh!reader #professor!matt murdock #daredevil smut #matthew murdock #smut

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lunxribuh · 6 months ago

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No because why was Husk suddenly in love with angel dust after singing with him even though he was literally harassed by angel

“What? You don’t love being here with me, whiskewrs?”

“Call me whiskers again and I’ll jam that bottle down your throat.”

“Kinkyyy! Come on, keep talking dirty.”

“I’ve been a bad boy, and I need a big strong daddy to put me in my place….on the path to redemption!”

“Well, you’ve come-“

“OH YES!”

“…to the right place.”

…

“I ain’t no actor I can’t memorize this shit!”

“Well we could improv this shit babycakes. Rawr~” *proceeds to get shoved off the bar by Husk*

These are all examples from episode one, even if it was super early on, that doesn’t excuse the fact that it still happened?

I’m just saying guys. Angel never apologized for this shit. I know he does this with most people, but I’d think he want to make some kinda apology for it to his (obviously soon to be) lover???

I do need to mention that Angel probably has some Valentino-related-trauma, but the important thing to note about all things like this is that trauma is a reason for one’s actions, not an excuse.

This part here was added near the end of me making this post, i rewatched some scenes in episode four and…. Oh my god? The way my jaw genuinely dropped and the advances Angel was making into Husk I can’t. Both Angel and Husk were being rude to each other. They both owe each other an apology. Angel Dust more.

Of course Angel and Husk would like each other more after their interaction in episode 4.

But for a “slowburn”, it definitely feels like it went from “The gasoline and match are on other sides of the universe, and oh yeah the match isn’t even lit yet.” To “Comfy campfire”. From one emotional moment and a song. (Husk was obviously concerned for Angel after talking to him for a bit in the “fetching him back to the hotel”.)

I feel like this is just another example of the show having an abysmal 8 episode season. That is simply NOT enough time to write something that the hellaverse team wants to do.

This doesn’t come from a place of hate, I do like huskerdust but still. Maybe there will be something in season 2? But it doesn’t make the fact that this ship was set up poorly from the start due to Angel’s harassment and lack of apology of it. (Trust me, I do not want to one side this issue. Both people require apologies, but it definitely feels like, with the way Angel acted, Husk deserves one more.) I just want this show to be better.

Summary - While I do like huskerdust as a ship, there’s an obvious problem where Angel never apologized for his sexual advances and Husk didn’t apologize for yelling at him and causing him to run out of the hotel. They both need an outright apology to each other.

I know harassment is a strong word, but it was the best one I could use.

(This is just me babbling about my issues with huskerdust, it may not even be coherent. If I got something wrong or missed something, please let me know! Or if you want to add your own thoughts.)

#lunari’s rambles #huskerdust HATE. I AM HATING RN #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel critique #anti hazbin hotel

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4wkjun · 6 months ago

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daddy sim | sjy

Chapter 09: is it a ‘yes’? ➥ Contains: crying, mention of family issues, mention of pregnancy complications, mentions of needles (IV). ➥ Word count: 2.7k ➥ Taglist: @missychief1404, @riksaes, @simhinata, @lovingvoidgoatee, @lol6sposts, @kkamismom12

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September 26th, 2022 Monday

“Hi, mama”, Jake smiled at the phone. His mom smiled just as big, waving at him through the screen.

“Hi, Yun! Hi, y/n!”

“Hi, ms. Sim!”, you responded, waving with your free hand – the other one being occupied by the IV.

It was a little past 9 A.M., Jake sat down at your hospital bed to answer his mom’s call. He loved video calling her, especially when you’re around – he loved it even when you were just roommies! –, you and her got along so well, it made his heart melt.

“Oh, please honey. I’ve told you this a thousand times, there’s no need for you to call me Ms. Sim”, she laughed. “Call me Haejin.”

“I’ll try, it’s a muscle memory”, you chuckled, embarrassed. Jake caressed your hair, positioning his arm around your shoulder right after.

“How’s my lovely grandchild?”, she smiled softly.

“Good and thankfully still in the oven!”

“She’s growing well, mama”, Jake said, smiling at you. You nodded. “The doctor’s made a thousand tests, y/n’s on antibiotics and some steroids to prevent any further ruptures.”

“Look at you, showing your big words”, you joked.

Jake had a hard time understanding what the doctors were talking about at first, but after a hundred questions and Google research, he was finally able to explain properly how things were going with his girls.

“So, it’s a girl, then?”

“We don’t actually know yet”, you responded, caressing your bump. “We think it’s a girl, but we’re willing to wait until birth to find out.”

“Ooooh, do we have names?”

“We do!” Jake smiled. He seemed so much like an excited puppy, your eyes looked as shiny as boba pearls looking at him. “If it’s a girl, Eunjae. If it’s a boy, Youngjae.”

His mom pouted through the screen, her eyes shiny.

“Gosh, this is so cute”, she mumbled. “Do you guys have a date for y/n to leave the hospital?”

“If the amniotic fluid keeps stable until Wednesday, I’ll be dismissed Thursday by noon.”

“Oh, thank God!” she exclaimed, relieved. “Please, call me once you get home. Dongmin and I are gonna plan a trip to Seoul once the baby arrives, does it sound good to you?”

“It sounds great, Haejin”, you said, sighing in some kind of relief.

“Isn’t your mom gonna be upset ‘cause someone else is trying to take care of you?”, she joked. Your smile faded a little.

Your mom doesn’t even know you’re hospitalized. The last time you called her, she made it pretty clear that she didn’t want to know about this pregnancy at all, so why bother?

“Mama…”, Jake mumbled, uncomfortable.

“That’s ok, I know you didn’t mean any harm, Haejin”, you scoffed, playfully slapping Jake’s thigh. “My mom’s not in the picture.”

“I’m sorry, I thought your father wasn’t in the picture”, she apologized sincerely.

“Oh, he’s not”, you chuckled. “He passed away when I was little.”

“Jesus”, his mom exclaimed, embarrassed. You laughed and Jake chuckled.

“Don’t worry! It’s fine, I promise”, you assured.

“Gosh, I think I might hang up after that”, she mumbled.

You and Jake laughed, and a few minutes later, she did hung up.

“I’m a little upset”, you mumbled.

“Why?”, Jake asked, lifting his eyes off his phone and looking at you from his chair.

“You’re missing a whole week of work.”

“So are you”, he pointed, confused. “I don’t get it.”

“You shouldn’t be stuck in a hospital because of me.”

“Oh, shut up, love.”

“You know, adding “love” in the end does not make it less hurtful”, you mumbled playfully. Jake laughed.

“Sorry, baby”, he said, getting up. He stood in front of your bed, holding your hands. “I told you this already, the school’s principal said I’m free to take care of my wife.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. Jake has not stopped calling you his wife ever since you referred to him as your husband in front of the nurse.

“I’m not your wife”, you mumbled, looking away and suppressing a smile.

“Yet.”

“I’m not even your girlfriend!”

“Yes, you are!”, Jake laughed.

“I’m not! You never asked me to be.”

“Ok”, he laughed. He cleaned his throat, staring at you. “Y/n, will you be my girlfriend?”

“No”, you smiled. Jake rolled his eyes, letting go of your hand. You laughed. “You’re only doing this because I told you so!”

“I don’t know what you want from me”, he scoffed.

You knew he was joking, but for some reason, your eyes got filled with tears.

“I want nothing”, you mumbled in a choked voice.

Jake’s eyes widened and his heart skipped a beat. His hands were fast to reach yours and you tried to pull them away, but his grip didn’t allow so.

“I’m sorry, my love. I was joking, babe”, he mumbled, kissing your hands. You looked away as a tear ran down your cheek. “I wasn’t thinking of you as my girlfriend because I’m too worked up on planning our wedding”, he said, pulling you in to hug you – careful not to pull your IV out of your hand.

You chuckled, closing your eyes as your head laid against his chest. He caressed your hair, kissing the top of your head.

“I’m sorry”, you mumbled back. “I’m on so many hormones right now, I don’t know why I’m crying.”

Jake shook his head, even though you wouldn’t see.

“Don’t be, honey. Your body is going through a lot, literally creating a new life. I should be more careful about what I say.”

“You’re already so caring”, you mumbled, eyes burning harder. More tears fell from your eyes. “I love you so much, Jakey.”

“Oh, Gosh”, he pouted, hugging you tighter. “I love you more. You and our girl.”

“What if it’s a boy?”, you asked, still crying.

“Doesn’t change a thing, then I already love him from the bottom of my heart.”

September 27th, 2022 Tuesday

“Oh, my God! Jake!”, you called, eyes wide.

Jake shuffled on the bed by your side, half asleep. Since the nurse told him he could use it, he has been doing it, because the chair was way too uncomfortable.

“Jake!”, you whispered-yelled.

“What, babe?”, he mumbled.

“The baby just kicked!”

“What?”, he asked, sitting up right away. “Really?!”

“Yes!”

Your eyes were glossy with tears as Jake got off his bed clumsily, walking towards you. His hands reached your bump with care and you placed them just where you felt the little kick. It took around 15 seconds before the baby kicked again, making Jake melt.

“Jesus Christ, I felt it!”

“You did?”

“Yeah!”

Jake looked at you, smiling like a cute puppy. A few days ago, he cried in the shower, afraid he’d never be able to feel his baby kicking for the first time. God did hear his prayers, allowing him to have this experience.

“Hi, baby!”, he said in a soothing voice towards your bump. “Daddy’s here, can you kick mommy again?”

“Hey”, you called, finding it funny.

“Shh, I’m talking to my daughter”, he mumbled to you. “Daddy’s waiting, baby.”

Almost as if the baby wanted to see him happy, you felt another kick. As you looked up to Jake, a tear fell down his cheek.

“Aw, babe”, you mumbled. He shook his head, smiling big.

“I love you”, he whispered before pecking your lips. “Gosh, I absolutely love you.”

You chuckled, caressing his hair. He spent the next forty minutes snuggling with you in your bed, caressing your belly, and talking to the baby. Not everything happened the way either of you expected, but everything seemed to be exactly how it should.

September 29th, 2022 Thursday

“It feels so good to wear my clothes again”, you said as Jake finished helping you get dressed. He smiled, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

He pushed your wheelchair through the door, stopping by the room to grab your bag. The nurse helped push you through the hallway while Jake had your bag.

Jake supported you as you got in the Uber and held your hand throughout the trajectory. The hospital was about fifteen minutes away from your apartment and you never felt happier seeing the building.

“You don’t have to support me like an old woman”, you chuckled as the two of you exited the car.

“The doctors said you are not allowed to make any kind of effort or sudden moves”, he reminded you. “Plus, I’m just holding your arm.”

“Baby, I know you want to take care of me, but I can walk. I promise!”

“Don’t care”, he smiled. “I am gonna take care of you.”

“Of course you are.”

Surprisingly, your house was clean. Turns out Chaewon and Yunjin invaded your tiny home and cleaned the hell out of it so you could get home and rest in a cozy environment. Your sheets were washed and ironed, not a single sign of dust on any surface, and your house smelled like cleaning products. It was nice.

You took a shower as soon as you walked in, washing your hair vigorously since you couldn’t do it properly in the hospital – the nurse did it for you, but it didn’t feel the same –, allowing Jake to detangle your strings, as he always did.

“Happy to be home?”, he asked softly, sitting behind you on the bed while gently passing the brush through your long hair.

“You have no idea”, you mumbled, eyes closed.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Call your boss and tell him you won’t be able to work from now on”, he said as softly as he could.

“Jake…”, you warned.

“I don’t mean to be toxic or anything, it’s just… You shouldn’t be walking around, carrying boxes, and standing up all day long.”

You sighed, opening your eyes. His hands kept working on your freshly washed hair, so softly it almost felt like he was just caressing you.

“You want me to quit?”

“No. I want you and our baby to be healthy until the end of this pregnancy.”

Your heart felt heavy, for some reason.

“How am I gonna pay for our bills, then?”

“You know-”

“I know money was never a problem to you, Jake. But it was for me. Working and being able to pay for my stuff means a lot to me.”

“You know I can provide for us.”

“Your family sends you a lot of money, which is completely cool if you’re spending it with yourself”, you said, turning around. His hands were forced to leave your hair, otherwise he’d hurt you. “But I can’t let you pay for everything around here. I’m not that kind of girl.”

“I have a good amount saved”, he started, holding your hands. “Even if my parents decide they won’t send me a penny, I’ll still be able to keep things around.”

“Jake, that’s just…”, you shrugged. “It feels unfair. Like I’m using you.”

“Look, y/n, I’m gonna tell you something from the bottom of my heart: I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, it doesn’t matter how long we’ve been dating, I know it.”

“I love you too”, you mumbled.

“Wait, let me finish. I’m willing to give you every and anything I have, I want to share my life with you. I don’t care about money, status, or anything else, I care about you and our baby, that’s all.”

You pouted, eyes watering. These damn hormones, you cried all of the time!

“Please, let me take care of you”, he said quietly, caressing your cheek, and wiping the tears away. “I’ll give you a little something if you say ‘yes’.”

You chuckled through your tears, knowing he wanted to lighten the mood.

“You said it yourself, I can’t make any efforts”, you joked in a choked voice, trying to stop crying. Jake laughed, shaking his head.

“Stop being dirty!”, he joked. His smile was soft towards you, eyes glistening with care. “At least tell me you’ll think about it.”

“I will, Jakey. I promise.”

“Ok, close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“I’m giving you something anyways.”

You smiled and closed your eyes, expecting a kiss. You felt him shifting around on the bed for a bit and then a soft peck on your lips – while his lips were still on yours, he reached for your hands and placed a tiny box on them.

You opened your eyes suddenly, pulling away. Jake also opened his eyes and smiled at you.

“Go on, open up.”

You obeyed, looking down. As you opened up, you saw a pair of platinum rings.

“What-”

“I heard that in a lot of countries, there are these commitment rings. It’s not that popular in Australia, but I’ve seen a few while growing up”, he shrugged. “I wanted to give you these because I want you to be my girlfriend. Like, for real.”

You whined, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a big hug – the box with the rings lying between the two of you.

“Is that a ‘yes’?”, he chuckled, hugging you back.

“Of course!”, you mumbled, emotional. You hugged him tight, almost as if he was gonna disappear anytime soon.

“Good, ‘cause I kinda live with you, the atmosphere would be ruined if you said no.”

You laughed, only letting go of him enough to kiss his plump lips.

October 10th, 2022 Monday

“In three days I’ll be 21 weeks pregnant”, you told Chaewon, turning sideways and holding your baggy shirt tight on your body, showing her your bump. “A week past half!”

“What?”, she asked, scrunching her nose.

The two of you were in the classroom, pretty early as usual. There were only a few people with you in the room, none of them being friendly to you or Chaewon. She sat down on her stall as you showed her your bump, not caring if other people would see the scene.

“I meant week past the middle of the gestation”, you laughed. “Sorry, the pregnant brain does not work.”

“Oh, the pregnant brain fog is a real thing?”, she laughed.

“It is! I keep forgetting stuff and saying nonsense!”

Chaewon pouted, finding it cute. Your bump was a little more prominent now, absolutely everyone could tell by now. The doctor told you the bump wouldn’t be as big as other women’s, since it was your first pregnancy.

“That’s worthy, right?”

“Being dumb? Absolutely”, you smiled. “Every time the baby moves, everything becomes worth it.”

“Aren’t you cute?”, she pouted. “So, now that you’re showing more, Yunjin and I are planning the baby shower.”

“Really?”, you smiled. “I thought you gave up.”

“Never! We just forgot about it for a bit, since you were hospitalized and such…”, she shrugged. “But since you can’t work anymore and spend the whole day home alone, we thought about visiting you to plan the baby shower. Wanna help planning?”

“Ironic, you’re asking me if I want to plan my child’s baby shower”, you said, laughing. “But yeah, absolutely!”

“When are you free?”

“You said it yourself, Wonnie”, you scoffed. “I’m home alone every freaking day. It’s killing me, by the way.”

“Sorry to hear that.”

“Nah, I understand. I’m willing to spend another 19 weeks locked in my apartment if it means my baby will be safe and sound inside of me.” “Speaking of which, sit down.”

“Girl, I can spend two minutes up”, you chuckled. “That’s not what “rest” means!”

“I don’t even think you should be coming to class right now.”

“Don’t I deserve to graduate?”

“Don’t be stupid”, she rolled her eyes. “You could finish this semester online.” “Hell, no. I need to see people, otherwise I’ll go crazy.”

You sat next to her, turning your stall to face her.

“Speaking of plans”, you began. “The baby’s due date is somewhere around February 23rd. Do you know what that means?”

“You won’t be able to drink on New Year’s Eve?”

“That’s also correct”, you shrugged. “But it means I’ll be able to attend graduation!”

“Girl, you’re gonna be huge. Are you sure you want to do this?”

“You kiddin’? I’ve been waiting for this moment since I finished my application in high school.”

Chaewon laughed, holding your hand.

“I guess it’ll make a really cute graduation photoshoot.”

“Come on, not everyone has their child on their graduation!”

“Yep, Sim Youngjae will be a unique child!”

“I told you, we’re having a girl”, you showed her your tongue.

“You got the sonogram?”

“No.”

“No proof, no opinion.”

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stardewstardropthoughts · 2 years ago

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ahh imagine the bachelors when you’re pregnant talking to your belly to get the baby to calm down at night. like the baby likes to keep you awake at night by kicking you directly in the ribs and the only thing that works is your husbands voice.

I think shane would feel super awkward at first since hes not much of a talker anyway, but it becomes a cherished nightly routine for him in the last few weeks of your pregnancy “hello, papa shane reporting for duty, its time to chill out so your mother can get some sleep” and tell it chicken stories, elliott would read poetry and shakesphere, Alex would probably talk sports to it.

I would LOVE to hear your headcanons

Deadass sleeping while pregnant is so hard, and when the tiny child your growing rolls they’re whole body while your trying to sleep? It feels so weird 😂 also listen I know Skyrim isn’t in Stardew but I love it and I know Sebastian would also, lemme have this lmao

The bachelors talking to your baby bump to calm down your unborn child so you can sleep

Harvey:

Probably a bit nervous at first because he isn’t sure what to say

But when your having issues sleeping because your unborn child keeps kicking you as hard as they can he agrees to give it a shot

Gently lays his head on your bump

“Hey there little one, your moms out here trying her best to grow you and she needs to sleep to do that, think you might be able to settle down a bit?”

Is surprised when his voice seems to calm the unborn child down

Very quickly becomes his favorite part of the nightly routine

“Well hello in there tiny one, thank you for tuning into the nightly talk show. Today we’re gonna learn about you! That’s right, tonight’s broadcast is all about your growth”

Your giggling at his little radio show impersonation

Alex:

Ya know those TikTok videos of people doing little handshakes with their wife’s pregnant bellies and then when the baby’s born? He’s doing that, just wanted to add in that tid bit lol

He probably noticed you were having issues sleeping and he could see all the wild movements from the outside

Leans down and starts talking to the bump

“Hey kiddo, I know your doing your own thing in there but momma needs to sleep, whatcha need?”

When you tell him the baby calmed down after hearing his voice he’s thrilled

Will 100% explain the rules of gridby in depth to your unborn child

“Okay so if you wanna grow up big and strong like your daddy, your gonna have to have proper nutrition, lucky for you I have years experience”

Spends almost every night at bedtime telling your unborn child all about the farm and gridby and of-course rusty the dog

Sam:

Mans been talking to your baby way before they could hear or acknowledge him

He’s just so excited

“Hey little guy, mommy’s trying to sleep so we gotta calm down, I know you wanna shred but once your out I’ll teach ya to skateboard”

Definitely goes over skateboarding safety with your unborn child

“Sam he’s not even born yet”

“Okay but he’s gotta know how to grind the pipe baby, it’s a great skill”

100% also going to blow a raspberry on your bump to startle the baby cause it’s funny

Shane:

Dude definitely chats with your baby bump all the time

Especially when your cuddling so mostly at night when y’all are going to bed

Probably the reason the infant can’t stop kicking you without hearing from daddy first

“Hey kiddo, you’ll never guess what kinda antics the chickens got up to today, I can’t wait to introduce you to Charlie”

Definitely brought Charlie in the house once and put him on your bump

“Hey kiddo, this is Charlie, he’s my favorite chicken but don’t tell the others that”

You gently pat Charlie’s head while he looks very confused about the situati

Sebastian:

Mans fully prepared to teach your kid all about video games when Theyer old enough

But when they won’t stop kicking you at night unless he talks to them? Now they get to learn early

“So in Skyrim right? There’s a whole character builder and you get to pick what race you want to be, I always go for dark elf personally but you can be whatever you want”

It’s like two hours later, your asleep and he’s still going

“So when you get to white run you have to find the jarl and tell him about the dragons attacking helgen so he’ll send troops to riverwood and then there’s a whole side mission to go on to get the dragon stone and-“

Notices your soft snoring and chuckles to himself silently

“Okay kiddo, we’ll pick this up again tomorrow night, good night my little tadpole, love you”

Presses a little kiss to your bump before going to sleep

Elliott:

This mans been reading poems and story��s to your bump since he learned that baby’s can hear and recognize voices

It’s a nice little nightly routine, after baths and pjs and whatever snack your craving you both settle in and he grabs a book

Tonight’s book selection is the complete works of Edgar Allen Poe

“Alright little one, it’s story time”

Cozy’s up with his head on your bump

“Once upon a midnight dreary, as I pondered weak and weary over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore”

Loves knowing he can sooth the baby even before They’re born yet

Also loves knowing he can provide a bit more comfort to you as you grow them

#stardew fanfic #stardew valley #stardew farmer #stardew x reader #stardew headcanon #stardew marriage #stardew elliott #stardew harvey #stardew sam #stardew sebastian #stardew shane #stardew alex

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rafesgoldrings · 2 years ago

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OH! What about Kook!Reader having a pregnancy scare? Like she isn’t sure if she is or not and waiting for the test and the guys have different reactions (I feel like Topper would be the most reliable, tbh) and etc.

I got a little carried away and this ended up being way more Rafe focused, oops. But this was really the perfect opportunity for some Rafe angst/comfort with his daddy issues

You thought you were safe. Thought that the birth control and having sex using condoms most of the time was enough. But then your period was late and panic began to set in. You asked one of your friends to go buy you a test, not wanting to risk being caught and have rumors spreading like wildfire on the small island, and they gladly agreed. You told them to just drop it off and text when they did, hands trembling and knees bouncing at every new second that passed. Your heart was racing when you got the text, standing on weak legs and grabbing the bag from outside before going upstairs to the bathroom. You couldn’t do this alone, you knew you couldn’t no matter how much you wanted to keep it a secret until knowing for sure. So you called your boys, giving them no details, just asked them to come over. You’d never been so nervous for them to show up at your house, you heard them pull up and walk inside, hollering your name and walking upstairs to the bathroom when you told them where you were. Then they saw the box, eyes widening and breathing speeding up, the tears threatening to spill down your cheeks and their own panic began setting in. “I just needed you guys here when I took it. Please don’t be mad at me” you sounded so small, so broken, it absolute broke their hearts.

“Hey, we’re not mad baby. This isn’t just on you okay? It takes more than one person to get pregnant”

“It’s going to be okay princess, no matter what the test says. You’ve got us, we’re not going anywhere. We love you”

The other two reassured you, but Rafe was silent, it made you nervous. You didn’t like when he was silent. His jaw was slightly clenched, sweat forming on his forehead, and hands balled into tight fists. His eyes were avoiding yours, ignoring your silent pleas to him. And then he spoke, but it wasn’t what you wanted to hear him say. Wasn’t the reassuring confirmation that he wasn’t upset with you.

“Hurry up and take the fucking test Y/N” your name. Something you’d been called a million times before suddenly felt like a knife being stabbed into your chest and twisted around ensuring the most damage possible.

You gave a solemn nod, tucking your lip between your teeth to stop the sobs from escaping, and shut the bathroom door. You could faintly hear the other two telling Rafe he was being a dick, you could also hear Rafe tell them he didn’t want a kid and if you were pregnant, he was gone. Taking a deep breath, you pulled your panties down and sat on the toilet, taking the cup you had sitting on the vanity into your hand and peeing into it. Once you were done, you stood and pulled your panties back up and washed your hands, you dipped the stick into the cup, pulling it out after a few seconds and placing the cap on. You put the test down, results facing the vanity and not you, and set a timer for five minutes. Those five minutes felt like an eternity, each second passing causing your anxiety to spike and more tears to fall down your cheeks. Then finally it was time, the blaring alarm filling you with dread, with trembling hands you picked the test up and flipped it over. Negative. It was negative.

You let out a choke sob, breathing out a big sigh of relief and opening the door to reveal the others sitting on the bed. Topper bouncing his knee rapidly, Kelce biting his nails, and Rafe with his head in his hands. Each of them turned to you, not knowing whether you were crying from sadness or relief, you’d told them what the test said and felt them pull you in their arms. Topper and Kelce kissing all over your face and telling you they loved you so much (not that they wouldn’t even if it was positive). Except for Rafe. He remained on the bed, hands no longer holding his head but the same expression on his face. Topper and Kelce went to the kitchen to let you talk, knowing it needed to be private despite your relationship with each other.

“Rafe. Please talk to me” it came out hoarse, voice strained from all the emotion and crying you’d done. When he refused to even look at you, you placed your hand on his knee, flinching when he stood up and shoved your hand off.

“This was stupid. You’re stupid, we can’t keep doing this. It was too close, too fucking close. Pregnant..” he scoffed, shaking his head and mumbling the last part under his breath. And suddenly all the worry and sadness you had disappeared, replaced by anger.

“Oh fuck you! I’m not the only one that’s responsible for getting pregnant Rafe, they teach you that in school. Why are you being so fucking mean to me? I’m not pregnant, and even if I was don’t worry. I’d never burden you with having to raise a baby that’s potentially yours” you chuckled humorlessly, spitting your words at him.

“Because I don’t want the kid to end up like me okay?” the anger crumbling as he turned around, tears streaming down his face just like yours did earlier.

“Rafe…”

“Look i’m not going to be a good dad okay? My dad was shit and i’ll be the same way. I’d be just like him and you don’t deserve that. That baby wouldn’t deserve that, i’ve accepted it” your heart broke as each word that came out of his mouth. Slowly, you approached him, not wanting him to freak or push you away.

“Hey. Listen to me, look at me Rafe,” taking his face in your hands when he let you and forcing him to look at you “your dad doesn’t define how you’d be as a dad. You treat the boys and I amazing, care so much about us baby. You’d be a great dad if we ever were to have a kid. I know it” he gave you a teary smile, placing his forehead against yours.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah baby. But that’s no excuse to treat me the way you did. I was so fucking scared Rafe, it wouldn’t just be you that was affected. You hurt me” he swallowed harshly, pulling his forehead away from yours.

“I know. I’m so fucking sorry baby, let me make it up to you. Please let me make it up to you” sinking to his knees and looking up at you with his blue eyes. Hands moving to the bottom of your t shirt that just so happened to be his and bunching it above your hips to reveal the baby pink lace panties you had on.

His lips kissing up your thigh until he reached the top of your panties. “F-fuck. Okay” you’d moaned breathlessly, feeling yourself be lightly pushed onto the bed. You’d raise your hips and feel him take off your panties. Trying your best to be quiet since the other boys were still downstairs.

“I’ll make sure to take such good care of you pretty girl. Show you how fucking sorry I am for being such a dick”

@sweetestdesire @xyzstar @congratsloserr @madelynie

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #topper thornton #topper thornton imagine #kelce imagine #kelce obx #asks <3 #poly!kooks x kook!reader

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vintagepresley · 4 months ago

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Sick Day

68’ Comeback Special blurb - requested by @kiankiwi many months ago

Ada gets sick and Elvis needs to cancel a show to be with her.

The flight to Vegas had finally landed, the twins were fast asleep in your arms and surprisingly Ada had been quiet the entire flight. Which was unlike her to be quiet. You figured she must’ve been just as tired as Elvis and the twins. Soon all of you along with the guys who had flown with you were headed to the International. Elvis had a show that night and the guys had to get things all set up and ready. Ada, still not acting like herself, put her arms up to Elvis.

“Too tired to walk, daddy.. I don’t feel good.” she mumbled as she rubbed her eyes.

Elvis stopped and smiled down at her, picking her up. “What’s the matter, Satnin? Hm?” he said, placing a hand on her forehead, he then looks at you as you all reach the hotel suite. “She’s feeling a bit warm, honey. I think she may have a fever.” he says with a concerned tone in his voice. You look at him with an even more concerned look.

“Let me just put the twins down and I’ll check her temperature.” you say before you walk off to go lay the twins down.

But Ada shakes her head at Elvis as she whines, whenever she wasn’t feeling well the only person she really wanted was Elvis. She was already extremely clingy when it came to her daddy, but when she was sick he was the only person in the world that could make her feel better. “Nooo… I don’t want mama..” she grumbled. “Can’t you take my temperature, daddy?” she whined once more, wrapping her little arms around his neck as she clung to him, little coughs escaping her. Elvis sighed, he hated when any of the kids got sick because he worried so much. He rubbed her back gently as he walked around the room with her.

“Alright, little one. I’ll take ya temperature.” he whispered.

You came back to the two of them having laid the twins down and now you had a thermometer, she smiled a bit seeing her clinging to Elvis as if her life depended on it. Elvis looks over at you with a smile. “I’ll take her temperature, honey. She’ll have a fit if I let her go.” he says. You nod and hand the thermometer to him.

“I don’t know how she could’ve gotten a fever or who she got it from. None of us are sick.” you sigh.

“I don’t know, honey. Maybe somethin’ is just goin’ ‘round.” he says as he looks down at Ada. “C��mon now, little one. Open up so we can see what yer temperature is.” he says calmly to her. She whines as she lifts her head and he lets him take her temperature and after a moment he removes the thermometer from her mouth and he looks at it with even more concern. You notice this and furrow your brow as you look at him. He sighs softly. “She’s got a temperature of 104..”

“I’ll call a doctor and see if we can get something to help with her fever. Maybe get a cool rag to place on her forehead, honey.” you say as you hurry to a phone to call the doctor that Elvis or you saw from time to time whenever you were in Vegas. Ada continues to whine. Elvis holds her close and does what you suggest, getting a cool rag and gently placing it on her forehead. He hated seeing his babygirl like this and the last thing he wanted to do was go and do a show tonight. His little daughter needed him more than anyone right now. The only issue was telling the Colonel that he needed to cancel the show. But it needed to be done.

He keeps Ada in his arms and he looks at her. “Can ya hold the rag against ya forehead for me while I make a call, little one?” he smiled. Ada nodded and placed her little hand over the rag as she laid her head back against his shoulder, he didn’t care one bit that the damp rag was getting his shirt wet. He grabbed the phone and made the call to the Colonel's office. It rang and rang and rang until he finally heard a click the crackle of the Colonel’s cigar as he smoked it.

“Hello?” he answered.

“Colonel? It’s Elvis, I hate to do this especially cause I know we got a sold out show tonight.. B-But my daughter, she’s real sick right now. She needs me. So.. ah gotta cancel the show, Colonel.” he says nervously.

There’s a moment of silence on the line after Elvis spoke. He thought for a moment they had lost connection.

“Colonel? Hello?” he says.

“My boy, we can’t cancel the show. Your daughter may need you, but you’ve got a room of people out there depending on you to be out there. They spent the money and don’t want to be disappointed. You got a job to do.” he says in a calm tone.

Elvis sighs on the other end. “I know, Colonel. Ah hate to disappoint the fans.. Ah really do, but Ada needs me more right now. So I can’t do it. You can give them their money back.” he says.

There’s another short silence. Then suddenly the Colonel was angry and yelling.

“This is a sold out show! We can’t just cancel on such short notice or a sick child! Where’s her mother? She can take care of her! I will not have you make me look like a fool and ruin this! People paid good money for this damn show.” he shouts.

Elvis was livid. He didn’t care how much money people paid to see him. Especially not this room of people who weren’t even his true fans. They were just a bunch of rich assholes. No one was going to stop him from taking care of his baby. She didn’t want anyone else but him. He looked down at Ada who’s eyes were closed and her face nuzzled into his neck as her little hand clutched onto his shirt. He was leaving her. Damn the Colonel and damn the show. His hand gripped the phone as the Colonel continued to go off.

“Listen here ya fat goddamn bastard!” He did his best to try to whisper, but he was pissed. “I ain’t playin’ that goddamn show! My daughter is sick and she comes before anything else especially those rich fuckers that don’t even give a damn about me like my fans out there on tour! Ya got a problem with that then you’re fired! My family comes before my work. Figure out a damn way to cancel the show! You give me anymore shit about this, I'll cancel the whole goddamn thing and fly back to Memphis!” he shouts, slamming the phone down in anger. Surprisingly Ada was still sound asleep.

You had come back into the room having missed what happened but could see clear as day that Elvis was pissed. “What happened? Is everything alright?” you ask.

He looks over at you and sighs, calming himself down. “Everythin’ is fine, honey. I made the Colonel cancel the show because I want to be here for Ada.” he says. You look a bit surprised by him forcing the Colonel to do anything.

“Oh, I’m sure he didn’t take that too well. But good. Because you know you’re the only one she wants. The doctor should be here soon. Why don’t you go lay down with her and I’ll bring the doctor back when he comes.” you smile and nod.

He nods and smiles a bit, rubbing Ada’s back. “That’s a good idea..” He walks over to you and gives you a kiss and you kiss him back with a smile. I’ll order up some food for you as well, sweetheart.” He nods at your words and you watch him walk back to Ada’s bedroom and he carefully lies her down and he climbs into her bed beside her, he had to lay in a fetal position beside her because of how small her bed was but he didn’t care. He held his babygirl close to him as she coughed and snuggled up into his arms and he brushed her gently out of her face.

“Daddy’s gonna make sure the doctor makes you all better, baby. I ain’t goin’ anywhere until you’re all better. The hell with the Colonel and the hell with the International..” he whispers as he leans down and kisses her forehead. He may not have put his foot down for a lot of things, but one thing he would always put his foot down for is his family. His family always came first.

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darkchocolatedimples · 7 months ago

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the tortured poets department (sponsored by my procrastination)

excuse my essays for each song the lyrics are so interesting to me so there’s like actual analyzation for each one.

fortnight - dex

that lingering resentment disguised by surface level friendship is that not literally him and sophie come on. “run into you sometimes, ask about the weather” the awkwardness!! “your wife waters flowers, i want to kill her” he was the #1 fitz hater for multiple reasons after all (although i think he was over it by the time keefe became prominent)

the tortured poets department - sophie

this is so keefe from her perspective come on “you’re in self sabatoge mode, throwing spikes down the road, but i’ve seen this episode and still love the show” “i chose this cyclone with you” “sometimes i wonder if you’re gonna screw this up with me. but you told [biana] that you’d kill yourself if i ever leave. and i had said that to [dex] about you so i felt seen. everyone we know understands why we’re meant to be.” also let’s be so real keefes drawing journals + goodbye letters, he’s giving tortured poet

my boy only breaks his favorite toys - fitz

guys he’s just a silly little boy with anger issues, and he’s MY silly little boy with anger issues stop hating him 😞 “the voices in his head called the rain to end our days of wild” “he saw forever so he smashed it up” he may have fucked up but it happens!!

down bad - dex

CUZ FUCK IT HE WAS IN LOVE!!! also if i may present to you: “i might just die it would make no difference” in the context that outside of sophie saw no purpose to his own life. he saw himself just as he is presented in the books: as her best friend and nothing more. so in losing that (blaming himself and his own feelings for it) what was left of him? who was left? sophie was also his ONLY friend. not to mention in the context of the fact that when he WAS presumed dead nobody cared, they still cared more about sophie.

so long, london - keefe

no not bc of london actually but because “and you say i abandoned the ship but i was going down with it, my white knuckle dying grip holding tight to your quiet resentment” is actually a direct reference to keefitz’ friendship falling apart as fitz got angrier and keefe got more closed off. “you swore that you loved me but where were the clues?” “im just mad as hell cause i loved this place” me when everglen is no longer keefes safehaven. nor anyone’s for that matter bc its haunted by alvars betrayal and alden’s mind break and fitz’ anger.

but daddy i love him - biana

“i just learned these people only raise you to cage you” “i just learned these people try and save you…cause they hate you” “dutiful daughter all my plans were laid…growing up precocious sometimes means not growing up at all.” i hate alden vacker. how do u manage to use and fuck up all ur kids by age 12 like wow. “i’ll tell you something about my good name: it’s mine alone to disgrace” she would 100% say this. she would also 100% say “im having his baby! no im not but you should see your faces.”

fresh out the slammer - keefe

sokeefe or keefitz take it as it comes. “in the shade of how he was feeling.” “as i said in my letters.” “my friends try, but i wouldn’t hear it…for just one glimpse of his smile” “swirled you into all of my poems” it’s so him it is truly.

florida!!! - keefe

THIS one’s about london! “well me and my ghosts, we had a hell of a time! yes i’m haunted but im feeling just fine” ethan and eleanor wright who?? “your home’s really only a town you’re just a guest in” candle shade/shores of solace type beat “i need to forget so take me to [london], i have some regrets i’ll bury them in [london]” “i don’t want to exist so take me to [london]” aw bae

guilty as sin? - dex

i don’t know how to explain but i just feel like this feeling of i shouldn’t be doing/feeling this the literal guilt and all these delusions and the sheer intensity of it all is just giving me dex. “this cage was once just fine, am i allowed to cry? i dream of cracking locks, throwing my life to the wolves or the ocean rocks” “i keep these longings locked in lowercase inside a vault” this must be the way he loves if he thinks so little of himself and doesn’t let himself have good things. “i choose you and me religiously” because at the end of the day when he makes a decision or chooses something or someone he puts his all into it.

who’s afraid of little old me - sophie

“you lured me and you hurt me and you taught me. you caged me then you called me crazy. i am what i am cuz you trained me.” all of it’s literally giving her growing into herself in stellarlune and making decisions on her own. SHE IS NOT A PAWN!!!

i can fix him (no really i can) - tam

idk its just giving him defending rayni with his life when everyone else including linh was like who tf is this girl.

loml - fitz

every sad pining song is fitz vacker to me. esp the refrences to the romance being dead but never buried... "still alive killing time at the cemetery, never quite buried...i'm your holy ghost" the way that sophie switched up on him in stellarlune (although i fully support her) didn't give him much time to recover. "are they second-hand embarrased that i can't get out of bed because something counterfiet's dead" give me heartbroken fitz!!! for once instead of angry fitz just give me tired, resigned fitz. "it was legendary, it was momentary, it was unecessary, should've let it stayed buried" is such a good summary of sophitz imo.

i can do it with a broken heart - linh

linh is so interesting to me as a parallel of fitz: meaning she, just like him, is always angry. however she masks it in smiles and kindness the way he never learned to, he just lashes out. this song feels like it’s talking about that mask: “i’m so depressed i act like it’s my birthday everyday” “i can read your mind ‘she’s having the time of her life’ …i can show you lies” “cause im miserable and nobody even knows” “i can hold my breath, i’ve been doing it since [i] left”

the smallest man who ever lived - keefe

it’s giving a letter to cassius/gisela/alvar. “and i don’t even want you back, i just want to know if rusting my sparkling summer was the goal. and i don’t miss what we had” “did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed?” “in 50 years will all this be declassified and you’ll confess why you did it, and i’ll say ‘good riddance’” “i would’ve died for your sins instead i just died inside. and you deserve prison but you won’t get time” “in plain sight you hid, but you are what you did. and i’ll forget you but i’ll never forgive.”

the alchemy - sophie

“cause the sign on your heart said it’s still reserved for me. honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?” aw sokeefe.

clara bow - biana

BIANA BEING COMPARED TO HER BROTHERS AND ALL THE VACKERS BEFORE THEM "the crown is stained but you're the real queen" "beauty is a beast that roars, down on all fours, demanding more...its hell on earth to be heavenly" i love her.

the black dog - fitz

bring back petty fitz!! i think the young girl not knowing the starting line could parallel with keefe not being able to understand things about telepathy that really connected fitz and sophie. i also think we could shift the angle and make it about alvars betrayal and how it sparked his angry trauma response. “you said i needed a brave man, then proceeded to play him until i believed it too.” “now i want to sell my house and set fire to all my clothes…even if i die screaming, and i hope you hear it.”

imgonnagetyouback - fitz

he is 100% this delusional. he's just like me. "you'll find that you were never not mine" "even if its handcuffed im leaving here with you." "told my friends i hate you but i love you just the same, pick your poison babe, i'm poison either way"

the albatross - keefe

“one bad seed kills the garden. one less temptress, one less dagger to sharpen.” “the devil that you know looks now more like an angel. i’m the life you chose, and all this terrible danger.” HE IS THE ALBATROSS. i can’t wait for the movie i want edits of him to this. ACTUALLY I WANT A LOT OF THINGS maybe I’ll make a separate post about that.

chloe or sam or sophia or marcus - keefe

you saw it coming. this song SCREAMS KEEFITZ. like- “you said some things that i can’t unabsorb…you needed me but you needed drugs more.” “changed plans and lovers and outfits and rules all to outrun my desertion of you.” “if you want to break my cold cold heart just say ‘i loved you the way that you were’” WHAT THE HECK DUDE IM SOBBING “back to the moment i crashed into you like so many wrecks do” that line solidified this as keefe’s pov for me. in conclusion. SOBBING.

how did it end - biana

i propose to you: not a relationship, but the vacker family falling apart and the way they became a huge subject of gossip in the lost cities. when alden’s mind broke, while fitz had turned to anger biana became depressed, and i think this song could relate to that as well. the whole part of “guess who we ran into at the shops” feels very much like conversations others would have about the vackers at the time and when alvar betrayed them. “soon they’ll go home to their [brothers], smug cause they know they can trust him.” and i think at the end of the day when all of it happened biana was just young and betrayed and lost, because she didn’t see it coming or understand why (who did?) “the deflation of our dreaming, leaving me bereft and reeling” “i can’t pretend like i understand, how did it end?”

so high school - biana

HER VIBES ALL THE WAY she’s so cute and lovely and i want this for her (and dex. specifically dex. not anyone else.)

i hate here - sophie

was leaning dex until “you see i was a debutant in another life but now i seem to be scared of going outside” but the whole idea of escapism applies to both of them. especially to sophie though when she lived with humans and was so alone because even her own family couldn’t understand her, and she canonically is a bookworm and probably found more comfort in those other lives than she ever could in her own. "I hate it here so I will go to secret gardens in my mind...i read about it in a book when I was a precious child" "ill get lost on purpose, this place made me feel worthless"

thanK you aIMee - tam

aimee 🤝🏽 the song parents. “everyone knows that my [sister] is a saintly woman. but she used to say she wished that you were dead.” “but when i count the scars there’s a moment of truth: that there wouldn’t be this if there hadn’t been you.” thank you song parents 🫶🏽

i look in people’s windows - fitz

i thought this song sounded so creepy till I actually listened to it and now the idea of like lowkey stalking someone just to see if they still care about you or have moved on is slightly making sense. "does it feel alright to not know me? i'm addicted to the if only." it's giving keefitz (when isn't it?)

the prophecy - dex

"let it once be me, who do i have to speak to about if they can redo the prophecy?" THIS JUST REMINDS ME SO MUCH OF THE BEGINNING OF STELLARLUNE WHEN HES LITERALLY MOURNING WHAT HASN'T EVEN HAPPENED TO HIS BROTHER YET i need more dex being the oldest sibling and shouldering that burden. the love-hate relationship with his siblings while simultaneously trying to make their quality of life so much better than what he had. also "a lesser woman would've lost hope, a greater woman wouldn't beg" is so him. he is so that middle.

cassandra - tam

"so they killed cassandra first cuz she feared the worst...do you believe me now?" "you can mark my words, i said it first. in a mourning warning, no one heard." tam when keefe joined the neverseen fr

peter - keefe

pls tell me you saw this one coming. "are you still a mindreader? a natural scene stealer, I've heard great things [fitz], but life was always easier on you than it was on me." "promises, oceans deep, but never to keep" "forgive me [fitz], my lost fearless leader...from when we were just kids. is it something I did?" i think I'm just in a constant state of mourning their friendship.

the bolter - keefe

obvious reasons but also "i can confirm she made a curious child, ever reviled by everyone but her own father." "hearts are hers for the breaking, there's escape in escaping." "she's got the best stories, you can be sure, as she was leaving, it feels like freedom."

robin - dex

had to do some research for this one but apparently its talking about preserving a child's innocence! for this reason it reminds me again of dex and his siblings because of the way he really wants to protect them from things that haven't happened yet (especially considering rex being talentless). "way to go tiger" definitely sounds like something he would say to them feeling all sentimental but then, knowing siblings, they'd probably grill him about why he's being nice 💀

the manuscript -

we know the drill by now, fitz gets all the breakup songs because they could be about sophie OR keefe. "afterwords, she only ate kid's cereal, and slept in her mother's bed" while the song is discussing reverting back to childhood habits in vulnerability, fitz's vulnerability made him angry (but it was still a big change from his regular self) "looking back might be the only way to move forward" I hope he does get to move on!!! im tired of the love triangle plot if we're not gonna focus on keefitz' friendship 😭

#keeper of the lost cities #kotlc #keefe sencen #kotlc stellarlune #fitz vacker #dex dizznee #biana vacker #sophie foster #tam song #linh song #kotlc unraveled #keeper of the lost cities (taylor's version)#taylor swift #keefitz #dexiana #sophitz #sokeefe

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mazzystar24 · 7 months ago

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to that previous anon, this is a queer man speaking! Just wanted to say that disliking tommy for being a racist asshole of a character is not homophobic 🥰🥰

what is homophobic is making statements insinuating that queer-coded poc characters would somehow ruin the show by being confirmed queer just because you know that that character being confirmed queer would mean your ship had no more legs to stand on!

i love how so many people try to insinuate that bt shippers somehow speak for the entire queer community when the entire bt fanbase is made up of mostly white cis straight women or white cis queer men, neither of whom are the most educated on nuanced queer issues— they really need to check their privilege before trying to speak over the rest of us who actually want a meaningful story to be told rather than the rushed, last minute, no chemisty bullshit they threw at us in 7x4 (and yes- it was last minute bc tommy wasn’t even originally supposed to come back this season. and even when he was on board to come back, eddie was still the first choice to be confirmed queer! hope this helps, anon🥰🥰🥰)

You me and @eddiediazismyhusband share the same brain cos I got you guys notifications around the same time and I was abt to post an rb to that talking abt this exact thing

Yes to all this

Like it’s the same way when the daddy kink debate happened GAY MEN were getting asks talking abt how homophobic they are and how they just don’t wanna know that gay men having sex all by a bunch of straight women who were making 20+ daddy kink fics

Like can we criticise your favourite white man (even if he is gay) in peace without having to list our sexuality, our race and a kink list?

Like I’m a bisexual poc woman so I have a leg to stand on when it comes to nuanced queer issues but if a gay man was talking abt an issue specific to gay men I wouldn’t fucking act like Ik better, but what I would expect is if I’m in turn talking abt a poc issue or a queer poc issue I would expect him to be sat and zip it and grant me the same respect I would grant him

Like you’re having queer people get spoken over and even called homophobic or fetishisers by straight women and you’re having poc being insulted and their opinions disregarded by a bunch of white people

Like do we need to make a list like here are things that ARE homophobic vs things that aren’t as a guideline to some of these people😭😭

Also yes like these same people preaching rep and all this stuff are making “pride month posts” abt not wanting Eddie to be queer in canon or celebrating that it hasn’t/ (and in their brains) won’t happen or celebrating that homophobia would cause the writers to be hesitant to make two mains queer

Also the same people that are preaching privacy and then sharing private screenshots

Also the same people preaching hearing minorities then minimising Tommys complacency in racism or having racist takes abt Eddie

And the same people who a large majority refuse to watch the show other than the bucktommy or tommy parts and then claim they’re not fetishising and claim that we are for what??? Wanting a meaningful well built slowburn romance that straight people have got in media on multiple occasions??? Or having a queer arc like Eddie’s that would be so unique from most if not all that is currently in the media???

It’s like hypocrisy after hypocrisy with these people istg

Anyways I’m adding moot points atp cos you’ve said it perfectly🫡🫡

#911 #buddie #evan buckley #911 abc #911 fox #911onfox #eddie diaz #evan buck buckley #buckley diaz family #anti bucktommy #anti tommy kinard #asks open #send asks #my asks #send me asks #answered asks #asks #fandom discourse #911 discourse

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tkhzs · 10 months ago

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‘ Home. ’

pairing: nick sturniolo × male reader.

tw: daddy issues, blood, yelling and beating.

summary: When you end up getting beaten up by your father after a argument, and soon after, you show up at your boyfriend's door begging for comfort.

warnings: angst(but fluff at the end), swearing, petnames(baby, angel), use of y/n (🤷) and references to "this is home" by cavetown at the end.

(Y/n) sighed softly as he closed his bedroom door and walked into the living room. As always, his mother had already left for work, and his father had already called him shouting, claiming that ‘they needed to talk’.

“"What happened now?” He questioned as he entered the room, arching an eyebrow slightly as he stopped in front of him, who was sitting on the couch.

“The television bill is late.” The older man responded without taking his eyes off his son, with that stupid frown that he had already learned to unveil, he seemed just a few steps away from freaking out.

“No, it's not, I paid it yesterday…” he tried to continue with a calm tone of voice, that type of demand had been common since the moment he got a job, and his father basically threw all the house bills onto him.

“There's another one.” He almost groaned, extending a paper towards the boy, as he took it in his hands, it didn't take much effort to know that this was an adult channel plan.

God, there weren't enough words to demonstrate how disgusting that man was….

“Sorry, but I'm not going to pay for that.” It was (Y/n) turn to grumble, crumpling the bill and throwing it on the floor, seeing his father's eyes widen and him stand up abruptly.

“We made a deal, didn't we?” He brought his hand up to his chin, forcing (Y/n) gaze to meet his, making him squirm slightly “You pay the bills, and your mother does the household shopping.”

“If you want to watch porn, pay for it yourself…!” He growled softly, frowning as he tried to free himself from the man’s hold.

He just raised his free hand, making (Y/n) eyes widen in fright when he felt a firm slap against his cheek.

“Have you lost your fucking mind?!” He shouted as he let go of his face, causing him to almost fall back, But that didn't stop him from continuing his 'punishment’.

Slaps, punches, scratches, repeatedly and in various places…Holy shit, how (Y/n) wished he could disappear from the face of the earth.

timeskip...

The triplets were in the kitchen, Matt and Chris were closely watching the tray of cookies in the oven, an act that made Nick, who was sitting next to the counter, let out a laugh

“Jesus, you guys look like two kids…” He chuckled, seeing the two brothers turn to him, looking at him with a begging expression that he already knew very well.

“Can we call (Y/n)??” The two spoke in unison, smiling happily just when mentioning their brother-in-law, which made Nick's heart melt a little.

(Y/n) always had a good relationship with his boyfriend's family, Matt and Chris were always very welcoming to anyone who showed up at their house, but with (Y/n)... they certainly got special treatment. And even though the boy hadn't had the chance to meet their parents, they all spoke very well of Nick's partner to them.

“Out of nowhere, guys?” The eldest couldn't help but smile, even though he was surprised by the sudden request, he found the brothers' consideration towards the other boy cute.

“You said the other day that he liked candies…” Matt muttered as he turned his attention to the tray in the oven again, making Chris nod as he repeated Matt’s act, fidgeting with the glove on his hand as he did so.

“You're lucky today is his day off…” Nick sighed as he was about to pick up his phone to call his boyfriend, but was soon interrupted by the doorbell ringing.

“You answer!” The two boys spoke while still sitting on the floor in front of the oven, making Nick grunt an 'idiots' before getting up and walking to the front door.

Upon opening the door, his blue eyes quickly widened at the sight: (Y/n) was leaning against the door frame, his legs shaking as he forced himself to stand and his whole face and shirt was covered in blood and tears.

“Damn, (Y/n)! What happened to you?!” He asked as he carefully pulled his boyfriend into the house, cradling the smaller body in a hug while being careful not to press on any bruises.

“H-he...did it again…” He forced his voice out as he curled up against Nick's chest, trying to calm himself as he listened to his heartbeat.

“Did you walk here alone?” He asked softly, mentally cursing that man, but trying his best to maintain a calm posture in front of his boy. (Y/n) just nodded weakly, letting a painful whine as Nick scooped him onto his lap “That’s fine, baby, i got you…”

Matt and Chris watched the scene from the kitchen door, scared by the situation as they had no knowledge about (Y/n)'s father.

“You two, first aid kit, now.” Nick spoke without turning around, knowing the two were there but not caring as he rocked his boyfriend gently in his arms.

“(Y/n), I know it hurts, but you can't keep throwing a tantrum!” Chris gave a little scolding while holding the bottle of antiseptic in his hand, he was kneeling on the floor in front of (Y/n) and Nick on the couch, watching his brother caress his boyfriend’s hair softly as the boy clinged on his side even more.

“I would rather die!” The boy spoke followed by a sniffle, his voice still weak as he tried to recover from his earlier crying. He hugged his injured leg against his chest, and even though it hurt, he still thought it would hurt more with the medicine.

“Angel, you've already taken a shower, now you need the bandages…” Nick tried to convince him, but gasping softly as he saw his boyfriend hiding his face in his hands, grunting as he curled into a ball. “You're a pain in the ass, boy…”

“(Y/n)!” Matt called as he walked into the living room holding one of the cookies they had made in his hands, a proud smile on his face as he saw the boy look up at him “You want it?”

“Matt, what the-” Chris tried to argue, but soon had his attention stolen by a (Y/n) with sparkling eyes and parted lips, extending his arm towards Matt, opening and closing his hand slightly in an attempt to show his interest.

“So let Chris take care of your leg, I know he seems a bit stupid, but he knows what he's doing… “ Matt couldn't help but tease, laughing loudly when Chris tried to hit his leg.

(Y/n) quickly unfolded his leg, keeping his arm outstretched as he tried to grab the cookie from Matt's hand. “Gimme, please…” He whined, making Nick chuckle at the situation and take the candy from Matt, placing it on his boyfriend's hand and watching as he smiled and chewed his food happily.

Matt and Chris soon stopped 'arguing', Chris carefully holding the boy's leg in front of him and starting to apply the cotton with the medicine, eliciting small grunts from (Y/n), who hugged Nick thigher with every slightest sting.

For (Y/n), it was strange to think that those boys cared more about him than his own family…

But that thought quickly dissipated when he realized that, 'strangely', he felt at home in that place.

#sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #angst with a happy ending #angst #fluff #male reader #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo

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thecountesstribe · 7 months ago

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Episode 2x2 thoughts.

Jaehaerys, Jaehaera and Helaena I'm so sorry you guys got stuck in a family like that. The unfortunate victims of the greens and blacks alike. You guys cannot and I mean cannot phantom just how much I hate Otto and Crybaby Cole. How is criston failing upward, it's not possible! I need him to suffer. Having the audacity to blame Arryk when he wasn't doing his job as lord commander of the kingsguard is audacious as fuck! I hate to give Otto a 10 but him clocking rapegon is so satisfying to me. Like your bum of a daddy didn't want your bum ass on the throne but now I gotta take my 10 back cause he was the dumbass that put the worst possible option on the throne. So what exactly was he mad about? I'm glad he got fired! Using his great grandson as a PR move was disgusting as hell, then again none of the greens actually like each other so I don't know wtf I was expecting. Helaena didn't wanna do it! Why do the good ones have to suffer Lord? Nobody even made a move to comfort her either. She's traumatized and being victimized and I hate that for her. Rhaenyra is on the opposite side and away from Helaena and she showed she has more care for her than anybody in that castle. So that Rhaenyra hates her siblings narrative, which wasn't true in the slightest, quash it immediately.

No comment on the daemyra fight scene besides Emma and Matt ate and I'm glad RhaeRhae was clocking his tea. Rhaenys staring down Daemon cause she immediately called bullshit was so CUNT of her. She knows his problematic ass. Period mothers. The Jace and Baela scene was so sweet and I too miss my beautiful, beautiful boy Luke. 😭😭😭 We got a Laenor and Harwin mention so another win for me! The way Baela immediately reassured Jace that his fathers loved him, like she can't understand a world where nobody loves Jace and his brothers is just so JJSUUAUHLAODVHEKKA. I'm glad they're each other's safe spaces. More of them please. I'm mad that HBO made us wait till season 2 to give them development and lines. I don't wanna see Alicent and crybaby hunchin on my tv screen. I throw in the towel, no more I beg. We got a Daeron mention.

Almond big headed ass deserves every ounce of suffering he's going through. I'm not feeling sorry for him at all and ofc he has mommy issues. Having Alicent for a parent would do that to you.

Could we initiate Arryk and Erryk into the tragic sibling trope category. I didn't expect to sob but wtf. Being born together and dying together. One can't live without the other. You see how Rhaenyra survived the attack because her guards were doing their job... crispy and the greens can't relate. Universe please take all of Helaena, Rhaenyra and all the innocent victims of the dance suffering, quadruple it and give it to rapegon, Alicent, crybaby Cole, Otto and every person who had a hand in the usurpation. Until next week gang.

As always my reactions to the episode.

#hotd #house of the dragon #hotd spoilers #house of the dragon season 2 #hotd season 2 #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #rhaenys targaryen #baela targaryen #jacaerys targaryen #helaena targaryen #criston cole #alicent hightower #otto hightower #aegon ii targaryen #fuck the hightowers #erryk cargyll #arryk cargyll

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chil-aglia · 2 months ago

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𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 |ROTTMNT| (Leo X Male OC)

𝐒𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐋𝐚𝐢𝐫

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Inside the lair, the turtles were acting out a scene from a Lou Jitsu movie. Leo and Mikey were acting as brainless zombies—or mummies, in this case. The two brothers close in on Donnie, the duo both saying in unison; "We are mummies. Give us your soul."

Donnie feigns fear and dramatically placed his hand to his head. "Help me, Lou Jitsu." He begs, to which Raphael jumps in all excited like, “Oh, yeah! Who's your daddy, mummies?" He announces, charging at Leo and Mikey who gulp at the sight of their brother.

“Oh no."

The two get tackled by Raph who laughs in delight. Adriaen was sitting in a beanbag chair, scrolling through his phone. He wasn’t interested in playing fake pretend, especially for a Lou Jitsu film.

He was never a fan of the films but now knowing what Splinter was actually Lou Jitsu, it just felt awkward for him. “Man, I never get to be a mummy." Donnie complains, slumping his shoulders as Mikey leans against him. “Fine, be the mummy-if you can beat Tazan the mummy king." He laughs, he and his brothers whooping before walking to the exit, “Where do you think you four are going?" Splinter spoke up, turning around in his chair and eyeing his sons.

“A rooftop showing off the rare Lou Jitsu meets the mummy ninja."

Adriaen hums to himself, he was invited to join them, but he denied. He wanted to stay home tonight and just relax. Plus, if he were to watch any movie, it wouldn’t be a Lou Jitsu one.

"Let me know how it is...after you see it some other time because tonight you all stay in and clean!" Splinter announces, shocking everyone who groans, but it was to be expected considering the lair was a pigsty.

"No, the classic pause followed by a rug foiled out plans! I hate those." Donnie exhaled in annoyance at his plans being ruined, "Come on, Pops, we cleaned last year." Leo tried to reason, but the fact that he even said that comment was not helping his case. ”That’s disgusting.” Adriaen uttered to himself, "Yeah. Plus, it ain’t even dirty." Raph added in, supporting Leo but it only took a few head turns to eye the place to see how disgusting it was.

Moldy pizza, stacked dirty dishes, junk laying around. It made Adriaen shudder at the sight and look away before he got an aneurysm. Out of the brothers and himself, he was always the one to clean up after themselves, trying to keep the living space in order. He hated it, hated cleaning up after the guys and so he altogether just didn’t do their chores and only did his.

I’m starting to regret that I probably should’ve cleaned their stuff up. I won’t be getting a quiet night in at this stage.

“Uh, we should find the turtles who did that and get them to clean up.” Leo smirks, hoping it would somehow convince Splinter but of course it didn’t as Mikey wails. “Now we’re gonna miss the movie." He points out in obvious disappointment, but Donnie perked up and started typing away on his technical armband.

"Not necessarily. I may have a—“

Leo frowns and interrupts him, “Please don’t say fix bro." He begs to which Donnie deadpans and finishes his sentence, “A fix bro." He taunted to which Leo groans and crossed his arms. “We’ll be here all night fixing your fix." He truthfully told, Adriaen would never say this to Donnie’s face (at least not right now) but all his inventions turn out to be a total bust most of the time and cause some kind of issue for the others.

“Scoff! Prepare to—“

“Nah, nah, nah, nah, and don’t say eateth thy words" Raph cuts him off this time to which Donnie once again finishes his sentence with utmost confidence.

“Eateth thy words."

Raphael huffs, pouting. “You always say that, but we never do.” He mumbles to which Adriaen blankly stare at the oldest brother. “Ah ha…you’re serious about that aren’t you?” He sarcastically asked, shaking his head at the large snapping turtle. Donnie gave a slight hiss when Leo snatched his armband off him, taunting laughing and keeping it out of his reach as Donnie tried to grab it back. “Not amusing, Leo." He growls as Leo chickens and pats his brother on the head.

“Relax bud, just saving you from another epic fail. It’s all good."

Donnie managed to slip by and snatch back his wristband, placing it back on his arm and pressing buttons. “Despite your juvenile antics and complete lack of faith, I give you all Shelldon." Donnie introduces his newest invention, activating his technology, the Shelldon invention pops out of the table and a floating silver head with two yellow eyes stared at everyone.

“Good morrow kind sirs."

Leo blinks and gulped, leaning against the beanbag that Adriaen sat in. "Uh oh." He muttered, uncertain about this creation. Adriaen puts his phone down, having one leg crossed over the other comfortably and watching Shelldon in curiosity.

“Shelldon is our automated smart lair. Here to make our lives comfy, cozy and completely free of menial chores." Donnie explains, as mini vacuums appear from the walls and started tidying up the floor along with the table and everything else.

Adriaen blinks in surprise as he subconsciously moved his foot out of the way, so the vacuums didn’t bump into him.

Huh, okay…it’s not so bad.

"Applause and waiting for your applause." Donnie smirks proudly, as his brothers all set out their praises and claps. "Okay. But what can he do for me?" Splinter raises his brows at him questioning. “With my help, snacks are only a split second away." Shelldon promises, as a symbol for Shelldon blinks on Splinter’s chair and spun the rat around before throwing him towards where the snacks were.

Adriaen widened his eyes and ducked down slightly since Splinter was flying towards his direction. The rat zips past him and after grabbing the snacks, he was thrown back towards his chair, landing safely.

"Whoo hoo! I never had to use my legs again. Good job, Purple!" Splinter praises, chomping down on the food he got. “Isn’t that like…unhealthy?” Adriaen muttered, eyeing the father of the four brothers. "Allow me to tidy up, gentleman. And if you like I could play that Lou Jitsu movie for you know." Shelldon informs as the projector turns on and the movie begins playing, much to the boy's excitement. Adding onto the excitement, an assortment of junk food was displayed on the clean table.

"Shelldon is crushing it, Donnie." Raph smiles happily, sitting down and scarfing the food down his throat, Mikey and Leo joining in.

"What Rapheal? I cannot hear you over you eateth-ing thy words. Zing!" Donnie confidently smirks, hands on hips as his invention, Shelldon softly laughs, “Good one, sir." He muses, feeding into Donatello’s ego.

Adriaen hums and shakes his head; he wasn’t going to spoil the fun, so he takes out his headphones that he had cushioned between the beanbag and himself and placed it over his head. Scrolling through his phone he plays some of his music, sighing and leaning back further, eyes closed as he does his best to relax.

To be perfectly honest, he hasn’t been sleeping well. Every time he went to bed, he would be dreaming about that creepy dreamscape with the haunting white door and the even more haunting sign.

Who Are You?

It kept weighing in on his mind, he didn’t know who he was, it’s the whole reason he agreed to ask help from Ronin who even he couldn’t find anything about Adriaen. Whenever he was in that dreamscape, he’d try to open the door, but it was locked, as though it was only there to taunt him and not to reveal all the answers he seeks.

It was becoming agitating for the latter. He knew who the brothers were related to, which he still feels guilty for not telling them, but he also can’t help but feel some kind of…jealousy?

I’m so pathetic…

He would think over and over. It was juvenile of him to be so jealous over something like this, but he just couldn’t help himself. It wasn’t fair. Wasn’t fair that while the others were so easy to discover about their DNA and origin, Adriaen had the misfortune of being difficult to find more about himself.

He opens his eyes, reminding himself not to fall asleep, he didn’t want to face that door again. Not yet anyways. He glanced down at his phone, he wasn’t doing anything on it, just a black screen with his reflection staring right at back him.

Eventually everyone went to bed, all sleeping soundly in their rooms. Adriaen of course had more trouble to sleep, but even he couldn’t find the drowsiness.

It was just him and that door.

The next day came around and everyone was in the arcade, all doing their own things. Leo and Raph were having a tennis ball massage where the balls would shoot at their shells.

Mikey and Donnie were playing a game on the machines, and Adriaen was sitting leaning against one of the arcade games, silently watching.

"How bout some music, Shelly baby?" Raph instructs the invention only for loud and horrid techno music to play out loud. Adriaen jumped at the sudden noise and placed his hands over his ears to block out the noise.

That’s one way to wake up.

“Ugh! You got anything less ear bleeding?! This is awful!" Raph yells over the music, tense. “Correction: This is Master Donnie’s number one playlist.” Shelldon informs to which Donnie smiles and shimmy’s his shoulders.

“My fave songs to which I may jammy jam."

Leo sighs in relaxation at the massage., “Great massage, bro. You know this is your first non boneheaded invention." He noted, only for Shelldon to fly over and scold also for his comment.

“How dast you insult one as selfless and pure as Master Donatello?"

“What he said." Donnie spoke up from where he was, Leo rolling his eyes and grinning lazily. “Coollax. I’m just razzing him, bud." He assures the machine, as he gazed over to Adriaen.

“Adri, you wanna try this massage? You look a tad bit tense there.”

Perking up at the mention of his name, Adriaen shakes his head in response. “No thanks.” He assured, trying to come off as his usual self, but Leo was quick to take a mental note that something was on his crush’s mind. However, the red eared slider didn’t want to overstep, he knew that if he tried asking about it, Adriaen would just hold onto his troubles longer, maybe even forever.

”If you say so…”

Mikey whoops out loud, spamming his controller, "Are we talking or crazy copter-ing? I’m laying the hurt on you here bro." He teases, obviously taking the lead on the game to which Donnie lightly panics.

"No, no. I will not be defeated.”

Mikey's chair suddenly springs him out, letting the purple bandana turtle win. “What was that? Did Shelldon make my game glitch?" Mikey narrowed his eyes, Adriaen who saw the whole thing blankly stared at Mikey.

”I mean he didn’t make the game glitch. Just threw you out the chair.”

Shelldon flies over, “I would never." He defends himself as Donnie nods in agreement, “He would never. Oh look, I won the game.” Donnie smirks, clapping his hands and standing up from the chair, “Victory massage please, Shelldon." He softly orders, going over to where Raph and Leo were, the tennis ball machine switched from the two and focused on Donatello.

"Hey!"

“Where'd my relax go?"

Donnie lets out an exhale of relaxation, rolling his shoulders as the tennis ball impact his shell. "Oh, yeah, tennis ball massages are the best! Yeah..." He sighs out, Leo eyeing his brother with a pointed look.

“Hey, did you program him to be your best bud or something?"

"I would never."

Shelldon flies over to Donnie, floating next to him. “He would never." He repeats to defend his creator to which Donnie lightly chuckles, “Please, nothing is more important to me than the happiness and comfort of my brothers." He assured, turning around to which the tennis balls redirected to Leo’s face, hitting him repeatedly.

"Oh, ah!"

Raphael laughs but then he gets hit by them. Adriaen watched on before Donnie gestured to him, “And don’t worry, I didn’t forget you my good fellow. Your needs are just as important than my brothers. Shelldon, a refreshing drink for Adriaen here please.” He claps his hands together, his creation flying away to get the drink.

”Huh? Donnie I’m fine. I don’t need a drink—“

Adriaen trails off when Shelldon returns with a juice in a glass cup, handing it over to Adriaen who instinctively takes it.

”Um, thank you?”

”You are most welcome.” Shelldon replies, floating away as Donnie watched on proudly at his creation. Adriaen looks down at the juice, shrugging his shoulders and sipping at the liquid.

Wow, that’s some good juice.

He noticed the boys had left the arcade, covered in bruises from the tennis ball machine and from behind flung out the chair, he would have followed them, but he decided against it, instead once he was done with his drink he walks away to the more secluded area of the lair. The dojo.

It wasn’t used much, and it was small, but Adriaen didn’t mind, it just meant this secluded area was more than enough for him to get some peace and some training in.

He stretched his limbs and shook off any tension in his muscles before doing some shadow boxing. He makes mental notes of his footing and punches, he knew that this was difficult to train on his own, he use to have hand to hand combat sessions with the others until they all got lazy and lost interest.

Adriaen was working up a sweat, moving from shadow boxing to kicking at a training dummy that had been around for a while, maybe he should ask April or someone to get the dojo some new equipment.

He jumps back from the dummy and twists his body to perform a round house kick, only to stop when he hears yelling from the kitchen.

”What the?” He muttered, walking away from his training session and over to the kitchen to see the boys (excluding Donnie) run out the area and hide behind a wall.

”What is going on here?” Adriaen interrogated, hands on hips as Mikey ran over and shook his shoulders, “The vacuums have lasers!” He shouts, but this only puzzled Adriaen more.

”Uh….okay?”

Leo sighs and crossed his arms with a narrowing gaze. "I’m starting to think this whole Shelldon smart lair thing is a scam. Donnie’s just getting back at us for picking on him." He informs, to which everyone yelped when the voice of Shelldon spoke up from behind.

To add on to the shock, Shelldon was floating next to a flying microwave.

"Never. He’s too beautiful for that. I promise. I am here to serve all of you. Right after I delivered Master Donatello all the pizza."

Shelldon holds up a pizza box and flies off to wherever Donnie was.

"The microwave flies."

"What?"

"A pizza butler? It is good to be Donnie."

Adriaen groans and walks away, “I’m going back to training.” He mumbles, heading towards the dojo. Since then, he’s been training for a few hours before calling it a night. Much like everyone else they went to their respective rooms to sleep. Adriaen had none of his gear on him, which was the norm for him whenever he headed to bed.

But tonight was…noisy.

Ear bleeding techno music was blasting out loudly throughout the lair, and to add into it, the vacuums were knocking things down and bumping into stuff in each of turtle's room. The speakers of Shelldon’s voice echoed on repeat as well.

“You are the bravest turtle, Donatello and strongest and hunkiest. You are a real dreamboat."

No one would be able to fall asleep to this disaster, unless you were Donnie and Splinter. Adriaen was laying on his bed, facing the ceiling with bags under his eyes, he already didn’t sleep well enough lately but now this? This was just next level.

I’m starting to miss that stupid white door tonight.

He sits up and gets out of the bed, shoulders slump as he drags himself away from his room. He sees the others doing the same, Raph silently gesturing to everyone to meet in skateboarding area, which was the quietest area in the lair at the moment. They all meet up and sit down, Leo leaning against Adriaen who leans back against Leo. The two obviously tired.

“I can’t live like this. Shelldon’s turning our home into Donnie-land." Raph groans, before Leo scoffs in utter annoyance, “We gotta take Donnie down a peg.” He states, having Adriaen hum in agreement with him.

”No kidding. I am not listening to that every night.”

Mikey sighs and rolls around on the floor, "But how? He’s so brave and strong and he’s such a dreamboat!” He complimented, the lines from Shelldon staining his mind that he just instinctively repeated it.

”Wait. Why did I just say that?"

Raph clears his throat and leans against his palm, “Too bad Shelldon doesn’t love our favourite things." He grumbled, and this of course sparked an idea into the slider’s mind. “That’s it. We should beat Donnie at his own game." Leo grins, standing up and making his way to Donnie’s lab/room. He explained quietly that they should re-wire Shelldon and no one complained about the idea.

The turtles sneak inside, careful to not disturb Donatello who snores away. While Shelldon is recharging, Leo, Adriaen, Mikey and Raph approach him, upon sensing a presence, Shelldon wakes up.

“Excuse me, gentleman. May I help you?"

Leo gave out a sly smirk, leaning towards Shelldon. “Ha, we are good, my friend.” He assures, as he started to play around with the wiring. Adriaen leans over and helped him redirect the circuits. “Red wire here. Blue wire there.” Adriaen instructed, as Leo smiles at his handiwork. “Chippy thingy into the thingy. Reprogramulating is easy!" Leo announces, ignoring the uncertainty in Shelldon’s voice.

"I’m not sure this is....”

Shelldon suddenly powered up, his tone and attitude changing drastically. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Gnarly upgrades, dudes!"

Powering off Shelldon for the rest of the night, everyone snuck out of Donnie’s room and headed toward their own to get a peace of sleep. When morning arrived, the turtles were inside the kitchen eating some burritos for breakfast. Adriaen wasn’t all that hungry, so he settled on for some coffee to wake himself up.

"Best brother ever!" Mikey praises Shelldon, unaware that Donatello strolled in with an amused expression. “I always thought so." He playfully teases, to which Mikey shook his head and corrected Donnie.

"Not you. Shelldon."

Shelldon zips around and floats near Mikey, "Back at you, Mikey! Too bad our buzzkill sixth wheel had to crash the party." Shelldon complains, gesturing to his creator. "That is an unexpectedly harsh greeting. Now what is for brekkie today?" Donnie mumbled before changing the subject and looking around at what the others were eating.

“Burritos!" Mikey sings, but Donnie hums and declined the idea of having a breakfast burrito. “Tempting. But my culinary needs are more refined. One flavorless juice, Shelldon." He asks his creation who rolls his eyes in annoyance.

“Fine! Ugh...flavourless juice is served."

Shelldon mixes juice in a blender, putting some ice cubes in it and pressing the button to blend the drink, but with no lid the liquid squirted all over Donnie.

This earned a laugh from everyone.

"Ah! I demand to be cleansed immediately." Donnie whined, to which Shelldon emoted a smile. “Okie dokie." He says, controlling the faucet and splashed Donatello with the water.

"No, no, no, no! This is not actually cleansing me!"

Mikey grins and points his burrito towards Donnie’s direction, "No fun when Shelldon isn’t doing what you like, Is it, D?" He sasses, as Donnie was dripping from the water and scowls at his brothers and Adriaen.

"What have you rapscallions done? Did you mess with his programming?"

"We would never." They all say together, Shelldon backing them up.

"They would never."

Raph gazed towards the machine and smiles gently, “Shelly music." He orders as the soft and vibing-like music plays. Mikey and Raph bop their head to the music and Leo danced around. He went over to Adriaen and without warning grabbed his wrist and pulled him up from his seat, swaying him around.

”Whoa! O-okay, Leo. You’re going to drop me if you spin me.” Adriaen noted, he was caught off guard and he clung onto Leo who held Adriaen’s hands and danced him around the kitchen. ”You’ll be fine. Just trust me.” Leo assured, winking as he held Adriaen by the waist and the two waltz.

"Check this out, dudes. Come on, dance Donnie, dance!" Shelldon spoke up, grabbing everyone’s attention as vacuums surround Donnie and start shooting lasers at his feet, to which Donatello had to jump around to avoid being hit.

"No lasers! And more importantly turn off that music!"

Raph chickens lightly, “Nice moves, Donnie. Well played, Shelly, but you can stop now." He asks the floating head, but Shelldon didn’t seem to listen or care.

"Sorry, R dawg. Parties just getting started. As soon as I give Donnie the boot, us real bros can bro out."

Donnie continued to be fired at by the lasers, his brothers and Adriaen watching briefly with narrowed eyes. “Okay, that’s enough. Time to chill, Shelldon. Jokes over." Leo warns, lowering his voice slightly as though he was scolding a child.

"Come on, bros. Just let me turn Donnie into turtle dust and I can be your fourth brother and Adriaen’s friend. It’ll be excellent."

Vacuums started to join together and started to merge as one, the group staring in horror as the mini vacuums became on large one. “You four messed with his circuitry!" Donnie accuses, to which everyone else denied in unison.

“We would never."

“They would never." Shelldon defended as the large vacuum started to charge forward, making the turtles run away and flee out the kitchen. But the vacuum was too big to get through the doorway, which had the others sigh in relief. The group stop at the centre of the lair, the area with their skateboarding ramp.

Shelldon approaches the squad, “Hey, there you guys are." He greeted playfully, Mikey narrowing his eyes at the flying head. “You can’t be our fourth brother." He announces but Shelldon scoffs.

“Beg to differ with you bros. Like it or not I’m in and Donnie’s out."

Shelldon flies up and controls a bunch of other machinery, sharp tools and whatnot. It was certainly…intimidating. Raph growls before looking to Donatello, “Just admit it, Donnie, you made him favour you over us."

“You made him try to vaporise me!"

Adriaen shrugs his shoulders and looks away, mumbling to himself in hopes no one heard him, “Well he’s not wrong there. Wasn’t on purpose, but still…” He told himself before focusing back on Shelldon who rolls his mechanical eyes.

“Enough whining, Donnie.”

Shelldon released a bunch of metal claws at the turtles who dodge and jump around to avoid getting snatched.

”I love having brothers!"

Adriaen skids to a halt, with a concentrated gaze he twists his body slightly and round house kicks at the machine arm, snapping it off. The others do the same, punching the claws off before they could grab anyone. “Awesome! This is like a fun game attack except with punches and kicks.” Shelldon muses like a little kid.

Four metal arms grab Leo, Adriaen, Mikey and Raph, pinning them to the wall harshly, even creating some cracks on the said wall. ”Ack!” Adriaen gasped out; the wind being knocked out of him briefly as he struggled against the metallic grip. Donnie gets restrained by a table and a saw appears to his plastron.

“Time to snip a branch off the family tree."

We probably shouldn’t have messed with the circuits.

"If I am to perish, tell me the truth brethren you reprogram him, I promise no hard feelings." Donnie asks, to which his brothers and Adriaen didn’t admit it right away. “Don’t fall for it." Leo whispered but Mikey was never great at keeping secrets, "Okay, fine. We did." Mikey admits to which Donnie glared a bit at them.

“I knew it! Hard feelings. Massive hard feelings.”

Adriaen sighs and stared over at the restrained Donnie, “If it helps, we didn’t purposely make Shelldon crazy.” He tried to explain but Donnie just huffed and leaned back into the table.

”Well at least I’ll go to my end knowing I was the better turtle.”

"No way. You totally programmed me to favour you." Shelldon announces, to which Raphael let out a victory laugh, “I knew it!”

The saw gets closer to Donnie making said turtle whimper out of fear, bracing for his demise. "Shelldon, no, stop! If you really wanna be our fourth brother Shelly, fly your microwave butler on over. It’s burrito time." Raph lies, hoping his comment got through to the machine who stared silently in suspicion.

They sweat but fortunately it worked as Shelldon brightens up, "Oh, why didn’t you say so, bud? Burritos coming right up for my bros." He smiles happily, the flying microwave floating over to Raph, which had the snapping turtle breaking free of the claws as he grips the microwave and chucks it hard at Shelldon.

"Not cool, bro!"

He exploded upon the impact and the turtles were released, dropping to the floor as Adriaen grunts and groans, rolling his shoulder slightly. "What a day. Great invention, Donnie. Now you just gotta invent something to clean up all of Shelldon’s mess." Raph sarcastically told, looking around at the destruction.

“This sounds like a job for Shelldon 2.0." Donnie perks up, immediately the others shrieking at him.

"No!"

"Which will not play favourites."

Adriaen shakes his head before flinching slightly when Splinter walks in on the disarray state of the room, his loud booming voice yells at his sons and Adriaen.

"What did you do? You destroyed my detective microwave friend!"

Leo, Raph, Adriaen and Mikey all guilty try to play it cool, "We would never." They say together as Donnie joins in, also looking piteous from the mess as he slightly hid behind Leo and Adriaen.

"They would never."

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A/N: I APOLOGISE FOR ANY GRAMMAR MISTAKES THAT WERE MADE, I TYPE REALLY FAST AND OFTEN DON'T SEE THEM UNTIL I ACTUALLY PUBLISH THE CHAPTER.

Adriaen is so use to the chaoticness it’s insane.

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