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Private lessons

Masterlist Word count: 5.6k Prof!Rafayel x Student!Reader

Summary: Rafayel is your fine arts teacher. You were absent from some classes because you caught the flu and now you're standing in front of his office door, hand raised to knock at the door, but something is stopping you. Maybe it's the way he's been looking at you lately, but either way you need to catch up.

Author's note: I've been stalling to finish this. It ends a bit abruptly because I just ran out of inspiration and otherwise I would've thrown this in the drafts never to be seen again. I hope ya'll like it! Special thanks to @butlereyepatchbunny for proofreading!

Smut, Rafayel trying to be dominant, reader ending up being dominant, weird power dynamic, nude painting, jealousy, emotional manipulation, begging, short talk about vasectomies and STI's, raw sex (wrap it up guys).

Mature content under the cut

"Come in," Professor Rafayel bellows through the door. He sounds annoyed and frustrated. In truth, that doesn't really irk you. An artistic person like him would probably despise office hours. You've heard rumors of him trying to convince the art department director to let him have his office hours in his studio, but he was met with a resounding no.

It makes sense, but people love working in professor Rafayel's studio when they can and professor Rafayel loves bouncing ideas off his students. Seems a perfect solution to keep a stubborn professor happy, but the director doesn't think so.

For a second you almost forget that you have to open the door. That you now have to face your professor. The professor that you've been trying to avoid for days now. It might've been easier if he hadn't greeted you like he did when you finally felt good enough to attend classes again last week.

Professor Rafayel's art lectures are never early in the day, which is a godsend on a day like today. Sure, your head is still pounding from the pressure of the cold you are recovering from, but that's nothing some ibuprofen and paracetamol can't fix.

With Rafayel's lecture only starting at 1:30 pm, you've got enough time to medicate yourself and eat something before heading over there. However, now that you're sitting here trying to focus on the lecture, you feel your mind slipping away. Maybe you should've taken another day off to make sure you were fine.

As professor Rafayel always does, he gives a short assignment to do in class and roams around the room to give pointers. Usually it is something like "We've just discussed this type of art, find some or draw some to show that you understand what makes that type of art that type of art." It's often near the end of class time and some people skip out on it because professor Rafayel really couldn't care less as long as the grades are good.

And, you usually, you stay like the good little student you are and do the assignment. You even often stay after class to discuss it with professor Rafayel if he has time. Now, however, you feel like shit and you're packing up.

That is, until two hands appear on either sides of your desk, caging you in. A soft, sultry voice whispers next to your ear, forcing shivers down your spine: "First you don't show up for days and now you're leaving early? Did I do something?"

There's emotion behind his words, so much of it. You figured he might've noticed your absence, but this seems a bit extreme. "I had the flu," you mutter, cheeks burning, "I'm still not doing great."

"Why didn't you email me? I could've sent you the class notes," he whispers, but there's something more in there. Something possessive. You feel your body shudder ever so slightly as he leans a little closer and you feel his body brushing against you.

Then he suddenly switches up, his hands pulling away from your desk. He repositions himself to sit on the desk next to yours, arms crossed, with an aloof expression on his face. "Well, since you clearly don't feel well yet, you should stay home tomorrow as well. It's nearly the weekend anyway. How about you come by at my office hours on Monday? We'll discuss how to get you back up to speed."

'Oh, it's you,' professor Rafayel hums as he watches you slip into his office, 'how are you doing now?'

You can't say you're not surprised by his casual question and the very normal atmosphere in his office after what he did last Thursday. For a second, you consider you might've been lucid dreaming with the fever you had. However, that wouldn't be probable. You're pretty sure you felt his body press against yours. The memory of it almost makes you blush. 'I'm alright. Much better than last week.'

'Good,' he answers, not even paying attention to you, 'so besides missing lectures, I noticed you have not submitted anything of your physical work for review. Have you not been able to make anything during your sick leave?'

'I tried to, but I had so many coughing fits that I couldn't focus and my head was pounding.' You're not sure why you're over-explaining. Does he make you more nervous now that he's not being overly interested in you? Is that it? This is strange. Before last week, the two of you had a very equal relationship when it came to discussing art. 'I just wasn't able to.'

He nods, leaning back in his chair. Suddenly, he seems much more interested. He crosses his arms and you notice the slightest twitch of a smirk pull on the corners of his lips. His eyes are dark and intriguing. 'My, my, what should we do about that? We wouldn't want you to fall behind,' he taunts you, playing into your fear of failure.

He knows exactly what he's doing as you feel tears start to burn in your eyes. You know he knows. How many times have you discussed your works and the meaning and feelings behind them? How many times have you overshared and told him about your family? Yes, Rafayel knows exactly what he's doing. He's trying to push you off balance, trying to get on top, be the dominant one.

'I might have an offer you'd be interested in,' he mentions with a sly look. You saw how he was watching you get closer and closer to tears. He's been planning this. He's playing with his food. It makes something grow inside you. Something red. Something burning. 'Two of my classes merged and now I've got a few free hours after 4 pm until the end of the semester. I'd be open to some one-on-one sessions.'

The way he makes it sound like he's doing you a favor, like he doesn't want to spend time with you but he'll do it, makes you flush with a strange kind of rage. Here you are, sitting in his office at his request. He has the gall to assume you won't be able to catch up and implies so to play with your feelings. All of that, after countless times of calling you talented, just to get some time alone with you? Unless it's all just a game to him.

Insane.

You might be horny for this man, just like every other student in your class, but you won't be degraded like this. 'No thank you, I think I'll be fine,' you answer as you get up. He looks physically surprised by your words, his whole suave façade drops.

Just as he wants to get up, you put your hands on his desk and lean towards him a little. The way he looks up at you does something for you. His eyes wide, surprised, but very much still paying attention. Almost enjoying the power imbalance you introduce, but you can't be sure. It could just be surprise. 'I am going to be very blunt here, professor, and forgive me if I misunderstood. But if you wanted to spend more time with me, you could've just asked instead of playing with my feelings.'

"Inspiration is a fickle mistress and she does not like her hand forced." You learned that from professor Rafayel and no words ring truer than those right now.

Ever since you left his office last Monday, your mind has been all over the place trying to piece together why your professor behaved that way. Because that's what he is, your professor. He's not a random boy on campus who is trying to get in your pants, he is your teacher. Someone who should behave more dignified than Rafayel has.

It's not like you would mind if he were just a random boy, but that's the whole problem. This whole thing, if it is what you think it is, opens the door to so many potential problems... But it is intriguing and it has been building for a while.

Slowly, but surely, certain occurrences came back to you. However, there are no words in the English language that could rationalize those moments, no matter how hard you try. You can try all you want, but your loins are on fire.

That's when you realized, it started on day one. The first fucking time you saw him. You were so daft, so stupid to not see it. He has been chasing you for almost three years now.

It was subtle. Very. As he should be in his position. He was playing a long con and you're not quite sure if he is aware of it or if he's just letting his emotions run free. He has gone off on rants about free love and similar topics more than once when someone implied something sexist. Rafayel is not shy about sex and sexuality, and you kind of liked that about him as your art is often sexually charged. You like sex and sexuality and the vulnerability that it often comes with.

But now you can't even put your brush against the canvas without your paintings starting to look like him. You've tried to force it, only to abandon those works within minutes because it just didn't feel good. If it did start to feel good, the painting would start to look like him again.

A deep sigh slips from your lips as you drop your arms, defeated. You stare at the portrait you painted. It's not nearly done, but it's his eyes staring back at you, boring into your soul. You've got to do something about this. Either confront him or fuck him, those seem the only feasible options.

You tilt your head to look at the clock in your apartment. 4:30 pm... Would he still be in his studio?

The sliding door to the studio seems much heavier today, but the sight it reveals is truly an artwork on its own.

Rafayel's studio has large windows and tons of greenery outside. Now, around golden hour, strings of yellow and orange light illuminate the space, only interrupted by dust particles floating around. The light perfectly surrounds Rafayel as he sits in the middle of his studio with a canvas on a small, portable easel as he works. Sunlight kisses his skin, almost making it look like there's an outline of gold around him.

'Took you long enough,' he huffs, not looking up at you but provoking you to step inside. And you do, closing the sliding door behind you. 'Lock it.'

'What?'

'Lock it.'

'Why?'

'Lock it or leave, those are your options,' his tone is commanding, nothing like you've ever heard from him before. You feel that same red-hot rage you felt on Monday, it's something defiant inside you, but you know you need to talk to him. If you don't, you might be doomed to paint him until you die.

'Tell me why or I'm switching to professor Thomas' art history class.' Rafayel's jaw clenches. You don't know why the man has such a hatred for Thomas. As far as you know, they get along fine but whenever you drop his name they are suddenly enemies. Could it be that Rafayel is jealous? Or maybe just possessive?

'You know why,' he hints, his eyes flickering up at you. Something sinister is in them, something dark, something sexual. Yes, you know what is happening here today if you let it but you want him to say it. You turn around and put your hand on the door again. You hear something clatter to the floor and suddenly you see Rafayel's hand holding the door closed, his body pressing against you as his other hand gently takes its place on your hip. 'Don't make me say it.'

You turn around to face him: 'Professor Rafayel, you and I both know this is highly inappropriate.' He searches your eyes for any inkling that you do not want this, that you want him to stop, that he got it all wrong. The despair in his face, the strange power dynamic, it turns you on so fucking much.

A cruel plan forms in your mind. Rafayel wants you and you've got five sessions with him until the end of the semester, including today. Five sessions to make him bend, five sessions to drive him to madness, five sessions to make him beg. 'I'm here for extra lessons. What are you here for,' you question innocently as you press your hand against his chest, ever so gently pushing him off. His hand grips your hip tighter, pulling himself closer with a defiant look in his eyes.

'What are you doing,' he grumbles, his annoyance easy to read in his eyes. He seems ready to devour you whole if you would just say yes to him. If you would just agree to this.

'I'm being a good student,' you claim as your hand slides down to his stomach slowly and his eyes widen, 'my professor told me he'd help me catch up.'

Finally, he catches on. He lets go of you and walks back over to his easel. The thing is knocked over and probably what you heard when you tried to head out again. For just a second you get a glimpse of his painting. It is unmistakably you. Not all of you. It's your face leaning on the palm of your hand, but it doesn't go higher than your lips.

'Alright, let's get started,' he grumbles, annoyed. You sit down on the floor across from him and take out your sketchpad. 'You missed a model painting class and a portrait class.'

'So, shall I just ask my roommate to sit for me,' you ask him, recalling he despises your roommate as much as he does Thomas. Why? You live off campus and so your roommate is an old friend. A male friend. Let the games begin! His face instantly turns into a scowl, but his answer takes a second and when he does answer, he looks at you strangely.

'No, I'll sit for you.'

Painting Rafayel's portrait is easy. His face is already burned into your memories, but it's nice to study the small details of his face. Being that up-close and personal with him has been... an experience the say the very least. Unsurprisingly, by session 3 you've got a picture perfect copy of his face in oil paint.

Throughout the sessions, his praise didn't go unnoticed by you. Meanwhile, he was also painting you, claiming it to be good practice for him because you've got a unique bone structure. However, whenever you snuck a glance at his painting, it was never just your face.

Session 1, he continued that painting of your lips while the two of you sat across from each other, cross-legged, knees nearly touching.

Session 2, you had put on a short skirt to tease him and sat down across from him cross-legged again. The skirt barely touched the floor in the back. He had walked around you quite a few times to "comment on your work" but when you glanced at his painting, he had painted you from the side. That included how your skirt barely covered your butt. It was surprisingly suggestive. Sure, that was the intent but he somehow made it so much more lewd. Like you were looking at yourself through his eyes.

Session 3, it was the first truly scorching day of the year. You put on a long, flowy skirt, and the tiniest top/sports bra that you could get away with wearing on the campus. He managed to perfectly remember how you looked when you walked in and lifted your skirt a bit to check if the buckle on your sandals had gotten loose. It looked strangely angelic, even if you tried to portray something more sexual. Sure, he hiked up your skirt a little more in the painting to the part where your leg meets your hip. Yet it still looked very innocent. Almost as if you were a voyeur, as if you weren't meant to see this.

One thing that irked you though, Rafayel would not tell you what kind of model painting you missed out on. You would've asked your classmates, but after the initial model painting most of them preferred to work alone to finish the paintings. Understandable, you would've done the same if you were in their shoes.

Today is session 4 and it is still scorching hot. Not ideal weather to seduce your professor in. You opted to wear some linen pants and a loose-fitting cropped shirt. Nothing all that sexy but with temperatures like these, all you want to do is sit naked in front of the aircon.

However, you are excited. The last few sessions you have manged to get Rafayel so worked up that you left him sitting in the studio with a tent in his pants last time. That honestly made you feel great. It made you feel desired and beautiful. A temptress. As you walk through the school, you wonder how far you can push him this time.

When you turn the corner to head to the studio, stirring with anticipation, you see Rafayel waiting for you in front of the studio. Your feet hesitate for a second when he looks your way. Something's different today. There's something in his eyes and his cheeks are flushed. For a second you want to turn around and leave, but then he waves for you to come closer and you do. Your feet carry you to him.

Rafayel answers your questions before you can ask any, 'We're heading into one of the smaller studios today.' A flicker of electricity pulses through you. You look down. Rafayel took your hand in his and is pulling you along. He's excited, surprisingly so. Does he know you put a few condoms in your bag today because you feel like he grovelled enough?

Soon you're walking through parts of the fine arts wing that you don't even know. It's quieter here, more secluded, more private. There's dust on the windowsills so you don't question that this part of the wing isn't used often.

And suddenly you're standing in a very tiny studio, no bigger than a dorm room. Despite its size, the room is lit beautifully. There's a window high up on the wall. High enough that you can just look outside if you stand on your tiptoes. It creates a spotlight of natural light cascading down on the stool that stands in the middle of the room. The walls are a velvety shade of dark blue, almost as if they would feel soft to the touch.

One easel and another stool are already set up with a canvas. It's in the perfect spot for the lighting and you figure Rafayel set it up himself. Against the wall are two large storage shelving units that hold costly and rare paints and other mediums. Ones that you would have to give up food for to afford. Something tells you this is Rafayel's private stash.

'I've never been in this part of the art wing before,' you mumble as you look around the small room. Before you can turn towards Rafayel, you hear a distinct click of the lock being turned. By now, that doesn't disturb you anymore. The door has been locked for every session before this and you figure it might have something to do with Rafayel's impulsivity if you ever give him the slightest idea that something might happen.

'These used to be senior studios, but most seniors prefer to work at home these days,' Rafayel explains, 'most teachers in the art wing have claimed one. This one is mine.' You were right.

'You have two studios? Isn't that a bit excessive?' You turn towards the stool again, wondering how you can best post Rafayel to make him look as angelic as he is.

'Not for moments like these.'

You turn back to him and the whole world falls away. In front of you stands Rafayel, your art teacher, your mentor, the most beautiful man you've ever seen, without a shirt. His shoes are kicked in the corner, socks somewhere on the ground, as he works on the draw string of his creme linen pants.

His eyes meet yours, the hesitation reflected in them as vivid as the rare colours on his storage shelves. You can tell there's a little fear in his eyes at your hesitation. Fear that he read this all wrong, that he's going to fast, that you were just playing around.

'You could've told me I missed a nude painting class,' you manage to utter as you awe at his body. Whichever God he prays to has to like him very much to have granted him that body with that face. It almost seems like a crime. A man like that must have flaws, right?

'Where is the fun in that,' he teases as he pulls the drawstring. He lets go and the pants slide off his body, revealing that he's not wearing anything underneath. For a second, just a second, you want to jump him. Have your hands roaming his body as your eyes are, but your jaw is on the floor and your body is frozen in place.

Meanwhile, Rafayel smirks at you and takes his spot on the stool in the middle of the room. He looks extremely smug and proud. You guess a man like that wouldn't really be insecure about himself. He looks sculpted by the gods, from the crown of his head to the tips of his toes. And, God you'd never imagine you'd be thinking this, this man has a beautiful penis. Your mind is already dreaming up what he would look like hard, with that pretty pink tip of his leaking precum.

'How do you want me,' he asks, eyebrow quirking up at the unintentionally suggestive question. Or maybe it is intentional. All this time you thought you were holding all the power, but he is stripped down in front of you and somehow has more control over the situation than you do.

"Focus," you shout in your mind and mentally hit the dirty thoughts out of yourself. But professionalism be damned, you just want to stare at this beautiful man all day. "If only you'd be in a position to capture this very moment right here, now get your mind out of the gutter and paint this beautiful man!"

'Put your foot up a little, yes, beautiful, and turn your shoulders towards me a bit,' you start to direct him. He poses beautifully and you don't doubt he's done this before. He's probably done this so often it is second nature to him. Right? Curiosity gnaws at you as you pick up your charcoal to make a rough sketch. 'Have you modelled for students before?'

'Yes, once.'

'Only once?' He nods. 'Stay still,' you quickly say. He huffs a laugh.

'See,' he offers the moment as proof, 'only once. I was a starving artist and needed money to pay my rent. I saw an advert in the paper and replied. Some of the teachers here recognized me from some magazine interview and the rest is history.'

'That's how you got here? I thought you were a spoiled protege,' you murmur, more to yourself than to him as your rough charcoal outline starts to take shape on the paper.

'Most people think that.' The mood sours and as much as you want to know his whole life story, you are not in a mindset to be appropriate about this right now. You wish you could be, but he doesn't really seem to want to talk about it more either.

'You could've made a killing as a model,' you note, as you start to go in with deeper blacks for the shadows.

'I was gonna say the same about you, cutie,' he teases. You're pulled out of your focus. Cutie? No one has ever called you that before. You've never considered yourself that before.

'Cutie?' He just winks at you. A flush spreads on your cheeks as you try to get back to the work at hand. Rafayel's eyes are glued on you as you take out your eraser to put in some shadows. A long silence falls between the two of you. You wish you could give the silence a name, call it awkward or weird but that's not it. Discomfort is not what you feel, though you wish you would. Instead you just feel an increasing fire building in your chest.

And Rafayel notices.

'You know, it's awfully hot in here. I can't image you're comfortable in all those clothes.' A wicked grin plays on his lips. He tries to hide it but he can't. Not now that he's so close to getting what he wants. You can't blame the guy for trying.

With a pretend exasperated sigh, you pull your top over your head and throw it at him. He catches it with ease, 'Rude,' he huffs, but he is taking a good long look at your newly exposed skin.

And then you see something twitch between his legs. Now you've got two options and one is clearly better than the other.

Option 1, you fuck him right here right now.

Option 2, you fuck him next session. Why next session? It is quite literally the last class of the year. If things get awkward, you won't have to face him until next fall. And if things go right, you've got a whole summer to enjoy them. Plus, more teasing.

You would've picked option two any day. It seems so much more fun. If only it weren't for the fact that you are absolutely feral right now. Suddenly, your shoes are kicked off and joined with Rafayel's in a corner, and your pants are in a pool at your feet as you sit back down on your stool.

For probably the first time in his life, Rafayel is quietly watching. The way he looks at you truly surprises you. All these weeks you've been trying to make sure you look like a sexual object to make sure he understands that this is just sex. Instead, he looks at you like you're a masterpiece. Like every stretch mark, every mole, every dip, every discolouration, every scar, every mark is perfect. All your imperfections, so perfect in his eyes. It makes you feel a little shy until you see something poking up from between his legs.

'You're right. This is much better,' you agree with his previous statement, trying to sound aloof like he usually does after some devious act. He's in absolute awe, looking frozen by your beauty. Rafayel's lips move but, even in the quiet room, you can't hear a single word he's saying. 'What was that?'

'You should finish your drawing.'

'I've lost my focus,' you retort as your hands travel to the edge of your sports bra. Rafayel's eyes are trained on your fingers as you start lifting up the fabric.

'We should do something about that.'

'Like what?' You pull your bra over your head with one swift movement and throw it at him like you had your shirt. That seems enough of an invitation for him. The wicked grin he wore just a minute ago reappears as he gets up from his stool and stalks over to you.

'I have a few things in mind.'

Then, his lips are on yours. Hungry, deprived, messy. Teeth clank against each other as tongues try to discover as much as they can in as little time as possible. Mere seconds pass before you're both breathless and he pulls away to look at you. A string of saliva connects you as both of you scan each other's eyes. Looking for regret, for a reason to stop or keep going.

'Well,' you coax. He breathes out a laugh and starts trailing kisses down your neck. At your collarbones, he leaves a few love bites and moves further down until he's on his knees between your legs, big eyes looking up at you.

Just as you try to hook your fingers on your underwear to pull it down, Rafayel captures both of your wrists and holds them in one hand. His eyes bore into yours expectantly and when you give the slightest nod, he dives right in licking a thick stripe over top of your underwear. You groan and want to reach out for his hair, but your wrists are still captured.

With his free hand, he pulls your panties to the side. 'That's beautiful, make that sound for me again,' he begs before diving in again. It's not surprising that he's incredibly skilled, tethering you to the edge within seconds. But that could also be all the edging you put yourself through in preparation for this day.

'Raf, please, I-'

'You're gonna come already, pretty girl?' His voice is like a purr as he lets go of your wrists to grab your thigh, pulling you to the edge of the stool. Your hand instantly slides into his hair, grabbing a good fist full to ground yourself. 'Give me everything.' It's embarrassing how hard and fast you cum. Truly, you feel like a two-pump chump and you don't even have a dick to pump.

'Shit, Raf, oh my god,' you moan out as he removes his mouth from you. He looks up at you and when you look down at him, he presses a soft kiss to your clit, sending electricity through your body. It's absolutely lewd and dirty. 'If you don't fuck me right now, I will scream.'

Rafayel chuckles as he stands up, pressing kisses to your skin as he rises, 'I thought this was all about you being in control.' His voice makes you shiver. So he did know what you were doing and was playing along.

'I thought so too, but we'll have more than enough time to explore that some other time,' you groan as he latches his lips onto your neck, kissing and biting your sensitive skin, 'I've got condoms in my bag.'

'Don't need 'em,' Rafayel hums in your ear, his hands on your hips, kneading your skin. His thick length rubbing against your stomach, spreading beads of precum on your skin.

'Unless you had a vasectomy and are clean, we do need them,' you argue between moans whilst your hands explore his chest, dipping down every once in a while to tease his v-line.

'Yes, to both of those,' he clarifies, 'but it's your choice.'

For a second, just a second, your hands still and you seriously consider the pros and cons for as far as your fried mind lets you. Rafayel looks down at you with a smirk, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. The whole action is so sweet, so tender, that it completely shuts your brain off. 'Fuck it,' you sigh and pull him closer.

His hands slip under your thighs, picking you up from the stool like you weigh no more than a tube of oil paint. With a swift turn, he presses you up against the wall, lips attacking yours violently. Your bottom lip slips between his teeth as he bites down "gently." The hunger in his kisses makes you think he's close to dying. His hands are everywhere on your body, overwhelming your senses.

His hand moves between your bodies and guides his dick inside you. At first only the head, and then everything all at once. Your fingers dig into his back as you curse his ancestors for giving him all the good genes. 'Shit, you're taking me so well,' he groans, head dipping to your neck to leave another bruising kiss there.

He sets a gruelling pace, stealing all the air out of your lungs as you gasp and whimper. Rafayel's hand is still between your bodies, teasing your clit with his thumb whilst holding you up with one arm. Your back hurts, moving against the wall. Sadly, the velvety paint doesn't take away the sandpaper-like texture of the walls.

'Raf, ah, the wall,' you whine, 'it hurts.' Truly, you don't want him to move. The orgasm approaching you doesn't want you in any other position than the one you are in right now.

'I know baby, just a little longer,' he groans, biting down on your skin once more. He keeps pounding into you relentlessly while you try to stay still to minimize the impact, but your brain is fried and a slut for pleasure. With his hands on your clit and his cock rubbing inside your gummy walls, you can feel yourself lose control.

'Raf, I'm-' He shushes you gently. 'I know, I know, let go baby. Come on,' he beckons, keeping his fingers and hips moving at a steady pace. Your walls flutter at his words. 'There you go, give it to me.'

'Shit, Raf, cu-cumming,' you stutter as his teeth sink into your skin again. His hips falter as he snaps them up inside you and keeps them there. You feel his hot cum coat you from the inside as your walls start to spasm, your nails digging into his back roughly, legs pulling him impossibly close.

His hips snap against you a few more times. Sloppy, uncoordinated, passionate. Your brain is a mess and so are you. In truth, you could go again. But as your breathing steadies and the fog in your brain clears up, you suddenly realised you just fucked your professor in the school.

'This is so wrong,' you mumble with a laugh. Rafayel's teeth let go of your skin and he looks down at you as he puts lets you down. You feel like Bambi, the way your legs are shaking.

'What is?'

You gesture around you vaguely, 'All of this.'

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This evening spiraled out of control the moment the colorful cocktails appeared on your table. You should have had more common sense and as a responsible adult you should have known when to say stop. You failed.

“This is a gift from the gentleman at the bar. With best wishes.” You looked in the direction the waiter was pointing and saw a handsome man.

He was wearing dark jeans, a black sweater, and a white T-shirt underneath. He looked really good, although he was definitely in his forties. A prominent nose, brown eyes, and nicely combed hair. He smiled and lightly lifted the glass of amber liquid he was sipping at the bar. You did the same, moving your lips in a silent, “Thank you.”

You decided to spend Friday night with a few friends celebrating your birthday. The bar you chose was really nice. Velvet sofas, dim lighting, and nice music. No drunk guys or squealing young women. You didn't feel like it anymore.

The stranger must have been watching you for some time, and now you were glancing in his direction, feeling the heat rising inside you every time your eyes met. Something drew you to him like a magnet.

This went on for most of the evening. You could feel his gaze glued to you as you walked to the bathroom, but neither of you made the first move. He respected your time with your friends. You, on the other hand, didn't want to make any weird innuendos that would make either of you feel uncomfortable.

When your friends slowly started ordering an Uber around midnight, you politely thanked them, saying you'd come back alone. You lied. As the door closed behind your last friend and you finished your drink, you felt someone sit down next to you on the soft couch.

The pleasant, subtle scent of cologne could only mean one thing.

"Hello, stranger." You greeted the man who had spent the entire evening at the bar only throwing glances your way.

“Hello.” He replied, his voice low and warm. “I wondered if you’d run away before I found out your name.”

“Does it really interest you that much?” You asked, smiling.

He tilted his head, studying you carefully. “You’ve piqued my interest.”

You gave him your name, and he repeated it, tasting it on his tongue.

"My name is Harry. I'm sorry I've been staring at you all evening, but I couldn't resist." He said. You didn't feel embarrassed by it. There was something about him that made you want to play this game. "Didn't that scare you?"

You shook your head. "No. Don't worry about it.”

Harry nodded to the waiter, letting him know you wanted another drink. When the order was delivered, you clinked glasses.

“Let’s have a drink for the birthday girl,” he said, and after taking a sip, he added with a touch of nonchalance: “Won’t your boyfriend worry about you?”

A safe test of the waters, you thought. Clever.

“There is no one like that at the moment,” you replied. Your move. “And your lady?”

"Same here, sweetheart."

It was too easy. He was too charming, too smooth with every gesture and word. You gave in to him with pleasure, feeling that if you simply told him to stop, Harry would. His arm rested on the headboard behind you, his fingers gently tracing symbols on your arm that only he knew. Sweet words he whispered in your ear. His hand found yours, playing with your fingers, intertwining them as if it was completely natural.

You weren't sure what made you more drunk - the cocktail or Harry's presence. Finally, as the place began to empty, you decided to go home.

"I could give you a ride." he suggested as you ordered an Uber on the app.

You smiled. It had been a really nice evening, but you didn't want to take that step after a few drinks. "Maybe another time."

"So there's a next time?" he looked at you with hope in those beautiful brown eyes.

"I'd love to."

Harry moved. He leaned in slightly, his hand resting on your waist. You were sure he wanted to kiss you, his gaze locked on your lips. But before he could do anything else, your Uber pulled up beside you.

"I have to go." you whispered.

"Are you sure?"

You nodded. “It was nice meeting you, Harry. It was a very wonderful evening.”

He pulled a white business card out of his pocket and slipped it into your hand. "I'll be waiting for your call, sweetheart. Good night."

He squeezed your hand gently and walked to the car to open the door for you. You hesitated for a moment. This evening couldn't end like this.

"Harry?"

He looked at you with hope and interest. You seemed even more beautiful to him in the evening light of neon and lamps. When your hand touched the stubble on his cheek, he almost snuggled into it, but you moved your face closer to his.

Warm lips touched his. He felt the sweet taste of your last drink on your lips, then marveled at their softness. He kissed you back, maybe too vigorously, but you just smiled, allowing him to do so. He pulled you closer to him, and you felt his solid body under his clothes. Your senses began to go wild.

"I'll call." You whispered, kissing his lips once more.

"I'll be waiting."

You got in the car and left Harry, hoping that tomorrow would be a really beautiful day. And you knew it would be.

[kestrel-of-herran]

severance season three hints from interviews

take these with a grain of salt as the season is still being written, but i think we can sense some patterns here...

helly interacting with gemma

The moment that was important to me that stayed in the edit, which I’m proud of, is Helly seeing Gemma. Mark pulls her, she lingers, and she’s really connecting with Gemma for the first time. That moment is really essential for what comes next. [...] The whole scene is a reckoning for all of them. Helly is reckoning with this other person who loves the same person she loves, but on the outside. (Britt)

innie rights

All of the Innies are waking up to their own humanity and free will. Dylan is on that journey and even the marching band, another department, is now. Helly’s just like, “Maybe we have more people on our side than we think, and maybe there’s a chance for us down here to figure out something.” (Britt)

mark's development

Outie Mark makes a clear case for what he wants, which is to see his wife again, and Innie Mark makes a strong case for what he wants. That conflict will create a lot of story and tension moving forward, because both of these characters have a very compelling case to make for themselves. [...] Outie Mark’s motivation is very pure — he wants to be with Gemma — but he’s missing the fact that he’s created this other part of himself that he doesn’t want to accept. I don’t think Outie Mark understands that this is part of him, this is who he is. He wants to deny that. It’s obviously a weird, complicated situation that is theoretical, but I do feel like both of these parts of him represent parts that we have in ourselves. (Ben)

Mark’s choice to reintegrate represents a willingness to destroy himself, because he is so desperate to get his wife back. First of all, there’s the question of whether reintegration is survivable, because, so far, the survival rate of it is zero on the show. And then secondly, there’s this question of to what degree you will still be yourself by the time it’s done. [...] Is this something that will fade once they have stopped doing the procedure, or will he continue to see these flashes from his other life? That’s a question that we have going forward.(Dan)

With Mark, we leave him in this place now, where he’s having these flashes between his innie and outie life, he’s not fully reintegrated, but he’s getting these glimpses, and that makes him different from any other severed person on the show. We ultimately want to just live in that world for a while, and that was something we decided not to resolve this season. (Dan)

[The finale] shows innie Mark, having gone through the growth to see himself as an individual worthy of life and worthy of protection, he no longer feels that he is an appendage of his outie or an offshoot of his outie. He, through his love of Helly and his time on the floor, sees himself as a person. But it’s going to drive a hell of a wedge between him and outie Mark, I’ll tell you that much, because while innie Mark did get her to safety, he didn’t follow her and so he has robbed his outie of that reunion, which is what he’s been wanting the entire series, is to be back with his wife who he lost. I would imagine that to outie Mark, that feels like an extreme betrayal. (Dan)

helena's development ft. lumon

For someone to have inside of her a really strong rebellion, how does that affect the company for the greater good? On a personal level, how does the wilder, fiercer, and freer part of this woman — which she has lost touch with — affect her moving forward? What does she have to learn from that? How can she grow and expand? [...] I think she, much like Helly, is on a journey of self-discovery and answering the question Who am I? (Britt)

Of all the outie characters, Helena is the one who is the most masked. I think that she was raised with a very specific purpose, which is to be the best Lumon leader that she can be. I like to think that when she was young, there was a lot more Helly in her. And a lot of that got stamped out. So she’s walking around, playing this character, without even realizing it, that she has been forced to craft. So I think that if Helly seems really different from her, that’s why. (Dan)

As for Lumon, it’s another question that relates to corporate culture. You have Kier, who founded the company, and then all these different CEOs who put their own agenda onto what the company is. That’s an interesting question too — the difference between the core idea of a company and what it evolves into. (Ben)

fade to deepest red

It’s something we haven’t seen before. The colors have been pretty specific in the show. It’s an indication that we’re going to another place now. With red, you think of heart, and love. Things are changing. It’s a different tone. (Ben)

[methbayprisonblues]

More thoughts about them and the dads under the cut

Ron as a girl dad

has absolutely zero idea how to interact with her

his early attempts to bond with her came across so awkwardly that it factored into terry jr hating him even more

he thinks that she could be a great businesswoman

she baked him a cake for his first birthday with them after he married samantha and he was so happy he didn’t eat it

Lauren

is a theater kid and has a great singing voice

loves make up and does cute styles for the whole cheer squad on game days

honestly started worrying for her mom after she told her that she met a guy on pet finder, she figured it was a cover story for her mom wanting to start dating again

she started taking part in more and more clubs/activities at school after her dad passed so that she would have less time to think about that

Henry as a girl dad

was thrilled to be having a baby girl, despite how much he also insists healthy is all that is important to him

calls her princesa

has a weird internal conflict about calling her beautiful like he calls his boys, because he doesn’t want to equate her physical appearance with her value as a person, but he also doesn’t want to exclude her or make her feel not beautiful

tries his hardest to raise his kids in non-gender specific ways while still respecting the things that they choose to like even if they are very traditionally gendered things

Dove

most likely to grow up into a nudist/takes advantage of the oak-garcia’s clothing optional household policy

is eerily like Barry at times in a way that unsettled Henry and he never understood why

she has, on more than one occasion, failed to turn in homework because the family goat ate it

she isn’t really allowed to babysit her brothers because she won’t do anything to stop them from getting into trouble, in fact, she encourages them

Darryl as a girl dad

would have thought he wanted a boy first, someone to throw a ball around with, but he was immediately crying over the idea of someday walking his little girl down the aisle the second they found out the gender

cried every time he saw how little the baby clothes were, the little dresses broke him

he also grew up with an older sister so it made sense for him to have a girl first then a boy

he is the kind of dad who thinks his daughter shouldn’t date until shes 30, but hes also trying to be more progressive about that

Grace

Grace is actually her middle name (Cassandra Grace Wilson)

tootsie pops are her favorite candy, they are her charleston chews, and like darryl she has an addiciton to sweets which leads to body image issues

she loves sports, mostly because she likes to watch them with her dad, they have a whole routine to game days and have hardcore superstitions

she drives a red vw beetle that she got for her 16th birthday (which caused a minor arguement between Darryl and Carol)

Glenn as a girl dad

was just happy to have a little buddy around, hes raising rockstars not boys or girls

was convinced she was throwing up the devil horns in her first ultrasound

subscribed hard to the idea that music is good for babies in utero and played for morgans tummy all the time

he practiced learning to braid/style girls hair on morgan so he could do his kids hair someday (morgan would braid his hair in return so she could practice too)

Stevie

was near prodigy level of piano player, but she stopped lessons after her mom passed

cuts her own hair (with Glenn’s help to clip the back)

first name is actually Stephanie but its only ever used by Glenn to tease her (she insists he can’t make fun of the name that he chose)

she does most of the cooking and cleaning for their household but hates putting away laundry so she, glenn, and nick tend to share a lot of clothes

bonus THOTS thought:

i share custody of these girls with @umbreonxespeon

we call them thots because we got lazy with asking for ‘thoughts’ while trying to create the girls

The Harbingers Of Teen Spirit

none of the girls are straight

do you ever just think about the dads being girl dads first? because I do constantly

Introducing

Lauren *probably had a last name that isn't Stampler*: the most well adjusted girl, takes after her mother Samantha, she has the best social life of the group, is kind and friendly and is honestly just happy her mom is happy even if her new step-dad Ron is a little strange, she understands Terry Jr's resentment but is a lot nicer about it to ron's face, a wizard in the forgotten realms

Dove Oak-Garcia: Dove gave Henry and Mercedes a little false hope about all children being as well behaved as her, she has embraced the nature loving, hippie dippie lifestyle her parents have and is more laid back than Lark and Sparrow but does nothing to help stop their chaos, she didn't know it but she looks just like her grandma autumn, she is a cleric/druid multiclass, who tried so hard to help everyone that one day she just had to turn into a wolf and go live in the woods for a few years

Grace Wilson: Captain of the San Dimas High Cheerleading team, Grace is the epitome of Darryl's mini-me and a daddys girl through and through, does that drive a wedge between her and Carol? the world may never know, a good catholic girl through and through, sure hope no amount of forgotten realms trauma shakes that up, a paladin in the forgotten realms

Stevie Close/Stephanie Foster: nothing is more punk rock than being parentified after the death of your mother, Stevie is very used to taking care of her little brother and sees their dad in a lot harsher of a light than Nick does, before the forgotten realms she was a little jealous of the other girls for having normal dads, then she actually met the other dads, Stevie is, to her own chagrin, a bard just like her dad

gorgeous gorgeous perfect art done by @when-sanpape-arts

I genuinely can't praise it enough

[sparkriddledfever]

Can you do a Reader reacting to their MTMTE holo forms and them expecting to fit in only to Reader to feel uncanny valley and has to explain to the bots.

Say lessss

One would might expect their beloved liaison to be excited to see their holoforms. A fake flesh at eye level to make it more sensible; nonetheless, Rodimus figured they would be jumping up and down in joy that they can do things together under covered. Showing them the life through a "human's eyes" while stuck on earth for the next few weeks.

Only for that same liaison to stare at them like the entire group of bots grown a second head.

"Why are you staring at us like that?" Rodimus crossed his arms with a frown before it morphed into a teasing grin, "is it cause of our dashing, daring looks?"

"No," their deadpanned response elicited a cackle from Whirl somewhere far in the back. His form slumps; Drift pats his shoulder while struggling to hold back his laughter behind his hand.

"Oh c'mon!" He whines, "I was hoping you be so excited! At least excited that we can blend in with you humans!"

"I- well, I mean- To be honest. On a surface level, yes. Deeper level? No."

The excitement and chatter in the air stills. Now, they're the one being stared at like they grown a second head. It confused them with the sudden shift that had them scratching at their arm in nervousness.

"What did you mean by that?" Drift perks up.

"Uh, this is going to be weird," they began, "I can obviously tell you're not human, but even if you tried so hard to make it very realistic to blend in and it just doesn't feel...right? Does that make sense?"

"Like an imposter?" Swerve pops up behind Rodimus, which made the others stare at him. He looks around confused and flustered, "What? I heard of something like this from human movies."

"Yes, uncanny valley is the best way to explain it. It just doesn't feel or look quite right, it triggers a sense of unease or revulsion in us. It doesn't feel...human to us."

"Huh...what is up with you humans?"

"Whirl!"

"WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME?! YOU CAN'T SIT HERE AND TELL ME I'M WRONG?!"

"I mean to be fair, he's really not wrong. Earth got some weird shit I could get into," they mused.

"Like?" Nautica pressed.

"Scary accurate intuitions, picking up the feeling of being watched, our brains sometimes being too powerful it can trick us, noises that Earth makes. You know weird stuff."

"Don't let Brainstorm or Nightbeat hear about this unless you wanna play 50 questions."

"It's 20 questions?"

"With them, it's 50 or more."

"Duly noted."

[weewookinard]

For me Tommy's reaction to Buck saying " and [Eddie] is straight" is not him having clocked Eddie as gay. It's him being insecure because Buck perceived himself as straight too before he kissed him. What if now that Buck knows men are an option he would realize he had that option in front of him for seven years?

Except that Buck would have had his realization before. He's a hot headed guy, he would have acted weird, he would have tried, he would have run into it way earlier. Tommy knows him but does he really understand this part of him? Buck did nothing crazy or stupid when they were together, not that we know of. No running to get the dog, no making himself a target for a serial killer. How could he understand this part of his ex if he never saw it for real?

But now the breakup makes more sense and I'm not that mad at the twist because yes, Tommy has always been afraid he won't be Buck's last because for him Buck would end up realizing he has feelings for Eddie, except he DOESN'T.

I also believe that the man has had a little crush on Eddie, had thought about it once at least, because for him to believe Buck would love him it means Eddie is lovable right? More lovable than him, because the man is insecure as hell.

ALSO, we often say that BoBs might never have had friends because they do not understand the friendship between Eddie and Buck. But guess what? We never saw Tommy with friends, in fact he was alone in this bar. Tommy doesn't know what it's like to have a family, to have a best friend like Buck and Eddie have. Of course he is worried, nobody ever made him feel this kind of friendship and nobody loved him enough to make him happy. He can't seem to know the difference because he has always been alone.

And it makes me so sad but also so positive about their future together.

[shikaizer]

does she know? jujuwatkins x reader.

Juju is your ex, she had already found another girl, even though shes taken, she cant help but still be head over heels for you which she kept denying.

CHEATING — TOXIC!JUJU

| you still gon hang over?

| dont know ju, its late

| bro you promised.

| your such a dick

| and i told u, ur free to sleep over

| gosh where even is ur gf?

| told u she spending her time on family vaca

| thats y i invited u over, no other feelings

| didn't say anything

| whatever js hurry

you groaned sitting up at your bed, you looked over at the clock and it was still good for you to make your way to her dorm, and your clearly not planning to stay.

you and juju had broken up on good terms, but for you, its just one sided, you would often catch juju shit talking about you to her friends but you didn't really care. you knew who was in the wrong and almost all of them knew how juju is.

after your drive, you didn't bother knocking but instead let your self in with no shame, i mean you have been in the same house for 3years what would be the difference?

you sight a peak of the back of her head in the couch, sneaking in your tiptoe, once your closer you touched her shoulders making her flinch.

"what the fuck!" she shout whispered and turned to look at you frowning, she sighed rolling her eyes. "your such a pussy" you sneered and sat next to her.

"did not expect you to actually come" juju confessed and you snorted suprised at what she just said.

"how can i not when your close to sulking." you scoffed and she leaned her back at the couch looking directly at you. "or just admit it, you actually missed me." juju laughed and your face was serious so she stopped.

"looks whos talking." you retorted raising your eyebrows, involving her on her assumptions. she faked shivered rolling her eyes and returned her gaze back at the tv "scary."

"inviting me over just for you to watch tv?" you scoffed and crossed your arms and she spoke up. "just wanted some company." you smirked nodding getting full of yourself. "from me?" you asked and juju shrugged. "any girl will do." she responded not even daring to look at you.

you frowned getting annoyed and you stood up, "im leaving." you firmly said and juju looked over at you before grabbing your hands pulling you back to sit down, but this time your body is now pressed on her, you smelt the hypnotizing perfume on her hoodie and the warmness radiating on her.

"damn im kidding." juju spoke up and returned her attention to the tv again, your head fell chest and you bit your lip enjoying the contact, you didnt dare move.

you slowly turned your head around to look at the tv staying quiet embracing the moment, but all of it was destroyed when her phone across the the small tea table rang, she had to fucking move and when she did you felt weird that her warmth left.

"yeah babe?" juju was still lookint at the tv, but your looking directly at her. "js watching." you bit your lip scanning her side profile. "all alone babe dont worry." your face dropped in a dissapointed one since you assumed her girlfriend knew your with her.

"okay, loveyou." she turned her gaze on you when she said those words making your stomach take turns, but your still mad.

she placed the phone down and you crossed your arms.

"i thought she knew im here?" you asked raising your eyebrows. "when did i say that?" juju asked a hint of nervous in her tone.

"it doesn't matter ju! she should know!" you argued and rolled her eyes.

"she doesn't need to know." juju spat and you scoffed amused. "im seriously leaving." you cocked your head and stood up again, but again— juju caught your hand this time pulling you to her harder sensing the annoyance in her.

"dont—" juju said clenching her jaw and you rolled your eyes. "tell her or im gonna." you threatened and juju stayed quiet just staring st you. "thats it." you tried standing up again but she secured your position. "dont fucking leave."

juju glared at you and you calmed down, "she just wont mind— so its useless." juju added and stared deeply at you.

"bullshit." you cursed and she groaned "whatever, leave if you want." she commanded but you stayed in your position not moving a inch.

"yeah. thats what i thought." she muttured a sly smirk forming in her lips.

you focused on her lips a little too long which she taken notice on, she licked her lips her breathing getting raggy as she scanned your whole face.

as you met her gaze you quickly turned your head avoiding her gaze, but to your suprise she grabbed the back of your head and slammed you on her lips.

you gasped thru the kiss, she yanked your hair throwing your head back, gaining acess to slip her tounge inside you.

you moaned thru the kiss and she gripped on your hair pushing you down the matress, she pulled away and cursed under her breath scanning your body.

you looked up at her getting desperate and nervous, but you needed her, you wanted this so much even though its wrong.

"ju..." you called out and she hesistated keeping her gaze at you, her breath is heavy and she bit her lip trying to resist.

"fuck." she muttured trying to debate if she should continue or not, you slightly lifted your shirt and juju whimpered under her breat.

"fuck." she repeated and leaned down kissing you roughly tugging and the hem of your shirt passing it to your head and throwing dropping it on the floor.

"need you.." you muffled thru kisses and she bit your bottom lip grasping one of yours tits.

"shit— shut up." she muttured pulling away as she doesn't want to realize what the both of you are doing right now wanting to be carried away.

she gripped on your hair more burying her face on your neck you swear you can hear her softly whimpering through messy kisses on your skin.

"fuck ju.." you groaned and her hands made its way to your thighs gripping on it.

she used her thighs to widen your legs apart securing your position, she bought her fingers to the hem of your short pulling them off with ease.

she grazed her teeth on your skin and slid her fingers inside you making you arch you back moaning, she squeezed her eyes shut in hopes off resisting you as shes already turning crazy.

you whimpered when she curled her fingers and thrusting them deeper.

"oh fuck." juju cursed pressing her lips on your skin turned on the way your squeezing her fingers.

the bitter feeling of her inside you had you in chokehold, and again, she has a whole ass girlfriend yet you still felt the guilt.

but are you going to tell her to stop? no you wont. the both of you are well aware but theres no point on stopping now.

juju groaned when you bucked your hips closer to her fingers and she sped up lifting herself up to look at you.

she scanned your face and your expression, her eyes are half lidded, lips apart, and breathing heavily.

she gave you a one last thrust, you arched your back moaning again and she slowed down when you have reached your climax.

juju slowly pulled away breathing heavily not because she was tired, she was in shock.

you stared at her and she sat down cursing under her breath.

"ju.." you called out and she picked out your clothes throwing them to your way.

you raised your eyebrows confused and she avoided your gaze "you can leave if you want."

you bit your lips expecting for something more, huffing at her, you put on your clothes "fuck you." you muttured and stomped off tears slowly falling down your cheeks.

masterlist.

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[lurker2773]

Characterization for the Hex if the Operator were sent back instead of the Drifter

I like to think about what 1999 could have been if the Lotus sent the Operator back to follow Entrati and not the Drifter. I know it makes the most sense from a character development standpoint to send Drifter, but the Operator is a much more experienced and capable (lorewise) warframe combatant with countless years of practice under their belt - it'd have been equally pragmatic to send the Starchild to 1999 to make sure whatever needs to get done in there happens and have the drifter get trained up and acclimated to the Origin system where there are other tenno to rely on to make up for inexperience and general rookie-ness.

So instead of the Hex getting a grown-ass person with magic void powers from the future, they'd get to have a war veteran trauma child - bonus points if that child is nonverbal or refuses to speak directly to them, and the Hex have to interact with them through the KIM.

And also, consider that most players from a gameplay standpoint habitually keep their Operators cloaked to prevent them from getting shot once they leave their 'frames to do whatever - canonically, the Operator and Drifter don't have a time limit on cloak, I don't think. The Hex are basically never even going to see the kid, and that could be more terrifying. Imagine seeing a puppet version of what you could be, dangling from the strings of some invisible, intangible thing with superpowers and magic lasers coming out of their hands.

Imagine mid mission Arthur turns to look at the weird and mysterious time-travelling entity and just sees a collapsed Baruuk on it's knees or frozen completely still in a weird position before it suddenly zooms about thirty meters away midair and starts straightening itself back out again in ways that joints shouldn't move in before slamming into the ground and rushing headlong into a crowd of Scaldra to 'build melee combo,' whatever the hell the demon child means by that.

Here's the meat of the post, though - the Hex (and newcomers like Flare and Kaya) can play the Context(TM) game like they do with Drifter through KIM and slowly piece together that this is a magical child soldier with a bodycount larger than all the people they've ever collectively laid eyes on, and then react in interesting ways that would lend interesting characterization.

Eleanor and Arthur would be horrified, probably, and Arthur might start talking down to the Operator because it's 'just some kid' who's clearly in over their head. Most of it's concern, but I think some small amount would be bruised pride - how could some kid be better at killing than a trained soldier?

Aoi would be heartbroken at the revelation that their new ally is a child soldier - how could anyone let that happen to them? How sick do you have to be to make children kill whoever the government pointed at with techno-organic corpses?

And Quincy would definitely be fucked up in the head for a few days after he figures it out - that could open up some opportunities for more characterization given his soft spot for kids. Would he try to keep up his aloof act, like he does with the Drifter, or immediately discard it to try and comfort a child that has already made peace with their ridiculous capacity for murder?

Amir might do something similar to Arthur, but more patronizing than hostile - he means well, but this is a kid. If Amir himself feels out of his depth in the current situation and he's an adult, then surely a child would feel even worse than he does about killing a person.

I think Lettie would be the most chill of the original Hex, though. She's jaded enough that she'd be concerned, but would probably decide that it's not really any of her business - especially considering just how talented the Operator is at mass homicide.

Velimir and Minerva could also be really interesting. On the one hand, they could see little bits of Rusalka in the Operator, but that could also lead to coddling or 'replacement goldfish'-like behavior not unlike how I imagine Amir's reaction would have been.

Flare would have been the first to know. One wayward comment from Lizzie calling the Operator demon-child or something of the like, and they'd have put it together pretty quickly after that.

Kaya would just be glad there's someone else who understands being underestimated by older people just because they're younger.

[nagisas1simp]

Section 1 -

How does it feel to be a MagiKey user?

Misaki: “It makes me feel kinda weird though atleast I can train to help my fellow magical girls,boys, and people.”

How popular are you in MagiKey rankings?

Misaki: “At least in a mid section due to how “secretive” I can be”

Which MagiKey would you rather have than your own?

Misaki: “If I had to choose I would choose either Layla’s (@/laylakongg) or hittako’s (@/hittisbuzzing) due to how their powers and personalities kinda relate to me the most”

Why did you become a MagiKey user?

Misaki: “Well…I don’t remember clearly but I was about to get run overhead by a car but a gem appeared and it turned into a key then a white explosion happened and now I am here in this magical world..”

How long have you been in MagiKey

Misaki: “I don’t count the years tbh but I think about 2 years, that’s why most people don’t know most of everything about me.”

Section 2 -

What is their motivation to keep being a magical user?

Just to survive and be in the background. Misaki hates doing something that she never wanted but it is what made her survive…

How are they usually in a battle?

Misaki is the type to fight due to how she trains but knows when to stay back when they sense danger. They have a high alert system and tells the people who are beginning out to get out the way when danger lerks by. Misaki normally uses her powers

Misaki’s first ability, “blindly shine” can temporarily blind a specific target with a blast of light and the target can be anyone she chooses but she chooses to only use this ability when she is critically wounded.

Her second ability, “thorny heart” can control people with a mask : 🎭. But if she puts it on too much people, it is harder to control them and it is normally in a small amount of time but she normally does this when she is the only one left standing…

Her third ability, “sealed” can trap anyone in the vicinity of Misaki. Though it would be inclose range and if the opponent is strong willed then they can be able to break out and can easily hurt misaki.

Her fourth and final ability, “my dear dandelions” is her most powerful ability right now and this ability can tie anyone up no matter what but of course every power needs a weakness so this weakness is that if the person she ties up is strong willed the then can break out of it no matter if they are weak physically or strong physically.

How are their daily lives?

She normally just reads in a corner with some of the people she likes and walks around the school with tsukiko (@/yumaandyukitaka), Misaki sees tsukiko as a younger sibling to protect but won’t tell them just to make sure no one knows a single weakness in her.

What is their opinion on other MagiKey users in general?

She secretly care about them (but pretends to not care as much) and does see them all as new found family due to her “real” family not really care for her mental and physical health.

Section 3 -

What are your OC's struggles as a MagiKey user?

It’s mainly herself. Due to how when she is in her magical form. Their are voices in the back of her head telling her that everyone she cares about will eventually know about her lying and hate her for it and she can sometimes she visions of what with happen in the next few minutes.

One time when tsukiko first followed her, Misaki thought they were trying to make her open up which lead to a misunderstanding and Misaki yelled at tsukiko but then saw their terrified face and misaki apologized and said she just wasn’t ready��� Misaki felt bad and wanted to apologize profusely due to that terrifyed look… it looked just like how she did when she was younger… a terrified child. Misaki gave tsukiko a gift just to make them happy and let them just follow her around..

She also doesn’t trust shin (@/liyuviq) as much due to their ability of showing the truth. Misaki often blames themselves for all the mistakes she has done and knows she is a bad person and doesn’t deserve what she has now. She doesn’t deserve to had another chance at living…

What is their favorite color?

A reddish pink but also likes yellow and purple.

Section 4 (extra things I wanted to add)-

Theme song

top of my school - by Katherine Lynn-Rose

What she think of other MagiKey users:

Qix Trix/Quartz (@/quartztwst)

Misaki: “They're quiet but at least they are more peaceful then the other chaotic people.”

Fragaria (@/quartztwst)

Misaki: “she’s…energetic? I don’t know how to explain it.. but atleast she good with talking to.”

Layla (@/laylakongg)

Misaki: “she is my favorite. She is quiet and our powers work very well together though she does tend to work alone like me but not all the time”

AJ (@/karamatsuboy-aj)

Misaki: “he’s very weird sometimes.. but his singing is good, I could listen to it. If he wasn’t so… energetic..”

Shuu (@/oya-oya-okay)

Misaki: “she is quite… interesting?”

Yuu Ni (@/thatsadguymochi)

Misaki: “she is pretty new so it’s best to not really get too close to her but I trust she won’t betray us.”

Hittako (@/hittisbuzzing)

Misaki: “She very interesting but she’s alright.”

Tsukiko (@/yumaandyukitaka)

Misaki: “she’s like a lost child. But she is nice company to be around with.”

Luna (@/waitlexist)

Misaki: “we don’t talk…but I think she is alright”

Undine (@/juchioris)

Misaki: “I don’t pay much attention to her but she is cool, i guess”

Kogane (@/kogane-twst)

Misaki: “one day she might get stuck in a tree just because a cat looks cute… but atleast the cats go to me once they jump down.”

Yuubeni (@/bunniehunn)

Misaki: “she’s weak, yes but atleast her magic ability are an high endurance of her soon getting more powerful and stronger…mentally.”

Yuka (@/chaotic-snow)

Misaki: “she is quite stubborn and has an innocent that will fade if she doesn’t learn about real life but I get why and I won’t ruin her childhood by telling her all the real things that happens in the real world.”

Yuu Fontaine (@/allykakamatsu)

Misaki: “they are alright. A knight in shining armor, that’s what I nickname them.”

Yuya (@/cheerleaderman)

Misaki: “I would like if they could tell me what space looks like due to how i haven’t really cared to look at the facts of it.”

Liánhuā (@/lafashionlsta)

Misaki: “I help her around the school when I am not in my form”

Alistair "Ali" (@/sunnysidesevenup)

Misaki: “they are quite chaotic but I don’t quite like that they have mind-reading due to my thoughts being… anyways.”

Yuuel "El" (@/stxrgazingattheclouds)

Misaki: “her personality is like a galaxy. Messy yet beautiful.”

Elay (@/dgiterart)

Misaki: “she’s pretty and is highly skilled”

Shin (@/liyuviq)

Misaki: “I don’t like them. It’s not like I want to kill them because I hate them. It’s jus that… they can reveal the truth about someone so I rather stay way from them…”

Rika (@/rinxleona)

Misaki: “she is a maid but she does it in an interesting way.”

Yuue (@/blueberriesblueberrie)

Misaki: “she looks like a ballerina tbh but atleast she is a good opponent.”

Yurena (@/ranas-twisted-wonderland)

Misaki: “I don’t know much information about them but they are a bug…”

Evelyn (@/h0neybane)

Misaki: “she looks like the moon so I always call her moonlight like my creat-.. wait what was I going to say?”

Airinniz (@/hanizmiyu)

Misaki: “she is beautiful and I would love to know more about her which I’ve already have.”

Akshara (@/twistedtalestory)

Misaki: “she is certainly diverse but we don’t talk much and her powers are certainly destructive as well..”

Yae (@/fi1nn)

Misaki: “she is in the support class but we sometimes hangout and get along well.”

Yuina (@/doe5dollars)

Misaki: “I relate to her and she is an amazing person in general.”

Vinny (@/cephalotyrant)

Misaki: “he is my son now. Anyway, I play card games with him(btw I let him win just to make him happy).”

Iris (@/lficanthaveloveiwantpower)

Misaki: “she’s cool and kinda nerdy. We get along well, we also read together”

Yumi (@/marinahavik)

Misaki: “energetic. She always wants to talk to me but I didn’t want another Tsukiko event to happen so I let her talk to me.”

Kirara (@/shinysparklesapphires)

Misaki: “she is basically the opposite of riddle. Which, i am not complaining tbh.” (Btw misaki doesn’t not like Kirara like that and sees Kirara as a sister)

Satori (@/soupidee-doo)

Misaki: “quite easy to manipulate them tbh but atleast they have strength to save themselves.”

Belladonna and Schneider (@/ieatfriedeggs)

Misaki: “I think belladonna is quiet? I guess but Schneider is easy to talk to…”

Yuurei (@/universaln0b0dy)

Misaki: “I think she is almost insane.”

Nova (@/nivvetsworld)

Misaki: “she is a definitely a god like a deadly one…”

Chiz (@/chizramue)

Misaki: “she is basically like Red and White Flowers Together(bad omen, representing blood loss and death) which I like due to how I am like Black Dahlias(symbols of betrayal).”

Bya-Chan (@/starlee246)

Misaki: “the way he use blot is quite.. interesting.. but it is still fairly dangerous to use blot.”

Mia (@/happilybeingthenerd)

Misaki: “she’s kinda stupid for leaving the team a lot but I don’t blame her. I do it too. Also is she Zeus?”

Alenna (@/the-dumber-scaramouche)

Misaki: “I prey with her every now and then.”

Hisui (@/ghostiidasponk)

Misaki: “I haven’t got the chance to hangout with her yet but I got some time to hangout with her now and I’m going to cook some delectables for her.”

Kimiko (@/slumberingrose-fandom)

Misaki: “I do wonder if she has read a bit too much Snow White and Adam and Eve stories…”

Yuki (@/galacticstationsblog)

Misaki: “i like to draw frequently with her and we normally like doing drawing challenges”

Euphelia (@/artarmy24)

Misaki: “we don’t talk as much but sometimes we hangout under a tree.”

Vee (@/heyhellohihowareyou)

Misaki: “he’s very energetic… like the others”

Nepeta (@/nepeta-and-co)

Misaki: “weird. But at least they are unique then the others…”

Vizzie (@/twistedwonderlandshenanigans)

Misaki: “they are dangerous. I stay away from them fo that reason. Best to now get on their bad side.”

Ko Mallory (@/croshelee)

(When Ko Mallory was alive)Misaki: “she is adorable. She is also my new child now!”

(When Ko Mallory died)Misaki: “… I…I don’t want to talk about it…it’s just.. let me leave for a moment…”

Lamiyre (@/schweindivine)

Misaki: “I think she is cool just because it is quite funny to get teleported to some random place”

Lillian (@/iluvmusicxoxo)

Misaki: “she is a type of jester to kill you if you don’t hangout with her…”

"Messenger" (@/dollie-ballerina)

Misaki: “I have nothing to say tbh.. she normally keeps to herself…”

(Btw this took too long to do😭😭😭😭)

Overview(all together):

Misaki: “some of them are quite overpowered and could easily kill anyone while I have my powers with flaws🥲”

Redesign:

Redesign with scythe(misaki’s weapon):

Questions for the MagiKey Users!

(Quartz and Yuu are examples!!)

(Please copy and paste the questions!!)

Section 1 - Your OC Answers!

1. How does it feel to be a MagiKey user?

Quartz: "God, it feels awful honestly but I ain't got much to do at home."

Yuu: "I really like helping people with our powers! I also get to meet so much people!"

2. How popular are you in MagiKey rankings?

Quartz: "I'm not that popular honestly and I'm glad."

Yuu: "A lot of people seem to know me but I'm not really a fan favorite when it comes to top 10."

3. Which MagiKey would you rather have than your own?

Quartz: "Uhh.. What's her name? Metamorphosis (@/lficanthaveloveiwantpower). Yeah. I think her power is neat and cool. It's probably more unique than what I have right now. I wanna make cool psychological illusions too."

Yuu: "I like Divinity's (@/nivvetsworld)! Their abilities look so powerful! Aahh! It's so cool! The weapon and everything!"

4. Why did you become a MagiKey user?

Quartz: "Yall act like I had a choice. That fucking bird that i hate."

Yuu: "Quartz was one and I was suddenly given a key years later haha! I just wanted to spice up my life a little!"

5. How long have you been in MagiKey

Quartz: "Three years. I'm pretty old but it's cool I guess."

Yuu: "Only a year! I'm still learning from Quartz and others. I wish to develop more of my abilities so I can help others!"

Section 2 - You explain!

6. What is their motivation to keep being a magical user?

Quartz genuinely has no idea. She doesn’t have the energy to go through Crowley's bullshit but she also doesn't know if she's able to stop now. She's three years in already.

Yuu just thinks it's fun and exciting. In the foundation that they were raised in, not a lot of things were fun as this. They also really like to help people and seeing people being happy. They genuinely wish to see people live.

7. How are they usually in a battle?

Quartz doesn't really like attacking and likes to support other MagiKey users but if she has to fight by herself, she will. She's actually really quick on her feet and disappears too easily like a rabbit. Her goal is to catch you off guard so she can strike you down but she doesn't usually have well calculated strategies.

With her first ability, she uses the scarves as a tool to restrain her opponent right after she makes them confused by pulling them out of their mouth. She can use the scarves to potentially choke and tie things to the opponent.

Her second ability let's her to summon anything out of her hat. She can even summon people. YES. PEOPLE. If someone is in trouble in a different area, she can summon them out of her hat. They might get dizzy after. She also can summon explosions made out of confetti and basically anything except actual weapons like guns, bombs.

In her final ability, she can blind people with her other eye. She can only use this in the beginning of a fight so she can land the better attacks.

Yuu doesn't really do most of the fighting but they can swing the heavy basket at an opponent to do heavy damage. They're mostly there for support as well with their energy boosting strawberries. They actually have really bad stamina but with the everlasting supply of strawberries, their stamina is boosted a lot. They are the one who tries to pull the MagiKey users together to fight.

Their first ability is them swinging that heavy ass basket at an opponent. In their early fights, they used to be super stiff but now their moves are fluent with them easily throwing the basket at an opponent and being able bounce it back to their hands. No one is able to pick up the basket but Yuu because it feels super heavy to others.

The energy boosting strawberries are their second ability. These strawberries can boost mood and performance in battles. They never run out of strawberries and they can make it rain strawberries with a swing of their basket.

Their last ability is a giant scary Grim popping out of their basket. They don't actually have to place the basket on the ground. They can carry it and let Grim attack opponents or scare them. Grim is SUPER hungry so anything he sees that is not an ally is TUNA.

8. How are their daily lives?

Quartz and Yuu don't really do much but go to school in their foundation. After that, they head to MagiKey's secret training school.

9. What is their opinion on other MagiKey users in general?

Quartz thinks they're cool. Nothing much to say but she's always curious on why other people would even agree to being a Magical User considering how young and risky the job is. But she's a hypocrite since she is one of them.

Yuu finds them amazing and super cool. They love to see other user's fights and cheer them on.

Section 3 - Deeper Level (might get emo)

10. What are your OC's struggles as a MagiKey user?

Quartz always thinks of herself as one for not thinking a lot but the thing is that she does. She absolutely tries to stop these thoughts from roaming into deeper territories but how could she not?

In her three years of experience, she has encountered dead magical users and ones that died after corruption but she never tried to pay attention to it. She refused to because that is what is sacrificed when you do these duties: your life.

She always wondered why mostly children are chosen to defeat these so-called enemies in secret and how messed up it sounds but it's just a thought. It's just a thought.

When Yuu encountered their first intense battle which was with a corrupted magical user, their whole perspective changed. After defeating the corrupted user, the corpse of a young magical girl was left behind and it scarred Yuu completely.

It felt like a joke. It felt disgusting.

It felt like a dumb joke because what are you saying these monsters are just kids with problems? Couldn't we have found another way? If they knew that this would happen, wouldn't they recruit different people for this job? And what about their family? What will their family think seeing their child dead because of "unknown" reasons?

Yuu has tried to continue on after that but no matter what, the memory of the cold, limp body of that magical girl from that day keeps eating them alive.

11. What is their favorite color?

Quartz has no favorite color

Yuu likes yellow

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4 and 7 for will, percy, nico and jason!!!

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

will:

sitcom. easy.

the very real way that i want a summer camp sitcom of will and his big siblings at camp.

dude if i had infinite money to fight cease and desists and copyright claims i would just hire actors and artists to make tv shows of every fic idea that has ever come into my head

percy:

i genuinely think percy is so so perfect as a first person narrative.

so i wouldn't change that.

BUT i would LOOOOOOVE to see a the office style mockumentary about percy and annabeth in new rome.

like that would be THEEEE funniest thing of all time

"and how do you know that x monster can be defeated in this way? what is your source, mr. jackson?"

*office stare of misery*

nico:

nico needs to be in a video game so badly it's ridiculous.

now i dont even like video games. never have cared never will. cant get into them.

BUT a video game with nicos bajillion side quests would be so goddam cool. visuals would go INSANE.

it would also be sooooo funny for him to have an inventory of weird shit and its just infinite

jason:

i need on on stage play hamlet style and it needs to be so haunting and lonely

imagine that. for a second.

the pain of jason's life

with jason as the character watching

lemme articulate this better.

we are introduced to jason, the adult character

this calm, quiet, kind, happy man

and then he dies

and he wakes up on stage alone

and he asks, aloud, what is going on

and no one answers

because he is a character

and then he watches every day of his past, hazed in smoke

and he is horrifed

the entire play is just the audience watching in complicit horror, not answering as jason demands, with increasing desperation, "why? why did she give me up? why was i alone?why did no one come for me? why did no one help me? why was i alone? why did i lose? why did my heart have to be the one to break? why was i alone? why did no one stop my sacrifice? why did i have to be sacrificed? why was i alone? why was i alone? why was i alone?"

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

will:

looooove Deaf/HoH will.

love that will has No fashion sense.

love southern accent will.

love will who has been burning the torch for nico for one hundred years.

percy:

love when he has an obvious and shyly embarrassing crush on annabeth.

love when he is incredibly emotionally mature.

actually i will be real i dislike a lot of fanon percy. i feel like people try really hard to make him dislikeable, like stupid or mean or thoughtless and i hate it

nico:

whipped nico my beloved.

nico is a little closer to percy in terms of fanon dislikes for me actually. hate hate hate how he is treated like a little meow meow that everyone has to protect.

jason:

LOVE Black jason. like he is Black to me i get jumpscared every time i see White jason or thalia.

love sweetheart jason like he is i love him

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Info for Whump Writers ~ Anesthesia Edition

Just got out of surgery, and for the benefit of any writers who want to include a surgery scene but have never themselves been in that situation. I am going to explain, in as much detail as I can, what it really feels like waking up from anesthesia.

Waking up from anesthesia is weird, it's not all in one go, it's like. Bits and pieces. I remember waking up, a few times it felt like.

Each time (I've had surgery twice) I've woken up from anesthesia, my body has felt HEAVY like it's hard to move. My body doesn't want to do the things I want it to do. It was a bitch to do simple things. Luckily, the effect doesn't last too long. But while it does, it's like moving through molasses.

Walking after waking up from anesthesia is also an Experience ™ I felt a little dizzy, my legs felt weak, and I felt very off balance. I needed a walker to get around for at least a few hours after waking up.

I also required help getting dressed and undressed. Since again, bad balance, not the best muscle control, and being just as a whole out of it, doesn't bode well for immediate independence.

After surgery, they tell you to avoid making any big choices, big spending, or purchases, since even when you're more mobile and can do stuff on your own, you might still feel just off. Like you're not all there, if that makes sense.

When they put you under, they also have to pump you full of gas, to get a better look at all your organs, or at least they did for my surgery. This causes a surprising amount of discomfort when you wake up, and for me lots of burping.

They also have to put a tube down your throat, and the dry mouth & general irritation of the throat from that tube, is HELL, it lasts a WHILE. I got out of surgery, I'd say 6 or so hours ago, and while the dry mouth is gone, my throat still is rather scratchy and irritated.

For you emetophiliacs you'll be happy to hear that it's not all that uncommon to experience nausea and vomiting as a side effect of the anesthesia.

I also have (both times) just felt kinda groggy and tired after waking up from surgery. So I've had to take a nap when I get home.

I don't know if this was helpful at all, I hope it was.

Also, if you're wondering the surgery went well, and I am feeling far better than I'd expected to feel. I expected to just be in agony, and like yeah the surgical sites hurt, but I'm not like incapacitated from pain or anything.

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Your Vampire: Chapter Nine

Over the Rainbow

(Max Phillips x f!reader)

Words: 1, 608

Summary: final chapter!

Warnings: saucy suggestions, the worst ex in the world, mild swearing, no y/n, reader has nickname Garland, mild angst

Check out masterlist here

“I get what Tony meant,” said Max. “When he said, ‘say it loud and hear music playing, say it soft and it sounds like praying’.”

“Huh?”

“When I say your name during sex.”

“Oh,” you smiled at the thought because it was certainly true.

The two of you were snuggled up on the couch watching West Side Story. You felt comfortable enough in your romantic relationship to no longer feel upset over the on-screen romantic relationship.

The half-opened boxes that had been lying around the walk-in for a while had been emptied. Max did not have enough suits to fill his entire wardrobe so it made sense that your clothing would occupy the other half. Places were found for all the knick-knacks you collected over the years, anything else that caused you grief were donated. You had never felt more at home.

“When we come together, I hear choirs of heaven. Do you hear anything?”

You shrugged, “I don’t know. I hear my heartbeat I guess.”

“That must be nice.”

“Is it weird not having a heartbeat?”

“You get used to it pretty quickly.”

“Are there any other things you’d have to get used to?”

He sighed, “Well, the sleeping arrangements are tough the first few times, but once you’re in a deep sleep, it’s nice.”

“Huh.”

“I know I haven’t properly asked this yet but,” he fingers danced across your skin. “Would you consider being turned?”

“By you?”

“Who else?”

“Does it have to be supervised?”

“I think it would be different. We could light candles, make it special.”

“And you drain my blood, feed me yours, and then you bury us?”

“Okay, who spilled that secret?” he sat up slightly.

“So the media depictions are right?”

“I guess,” he slumped back. “That’s how it happened to me.”

“Was it weird?” you ask gently.

“The vampire who turned me, it was an honour to be turned by him, but it was weird waking up next to him. I’m sure he’d like you though.”

“Really?”

He nodded, “Everyone else will be jealous. There’s a reason soulmates are a legend; I don’t know anyone who knows anyone. Then here I come along, freshly turned, and I’ve got you.”

You smiled, then realised, “Won’t people try to steal me away from you?”

“Oh no, there’s the vampire code.”

“Vampire code?”

“Yes, vampire code,” he quoted, “’No harm shall befall a vampire’s chosen mate’.”

You furrowed your brow, “So no harm befalls me, but what about you?”

He raised his eyebrows, “Do you think they’ll risk angering you?”

“They better not,” you leaned back into Max. “I’d need some time to think about the turning stuff.”

“Take as much time as you need to.”

“I’d have to weigh all the pros and cons and…I just want to be human for a bit longer.”

“I’ve got eternity to wait.”

“Well, not too long. I don’t want to be an old lady by then. It would just be weird.”

“You’d still be beautiful,” you turned away.

“Sorry,” you said. “I’m still not quite used to that yet.”

“Me calling you beautiful? When was the last time that prick told you you were beautiful?”

He saw the struggle of remembrance on your face.

“Well,” he kissed you. “I’ll make you forget everything about him. And I’ll do all the things he never would.”

“Really? Like what?”

“I will wash the dishes, put dirty laundry in the hamper,” you moaned. “Change the toilet roll.”

“Max, we are going to have to move this to the bedroom.”

“I’ll change the sheets,” he murmured.

That set you off, “You’ll have to bite me now.”

The daily routine the two of you established had what Max called a more fun bonus added to it. The bedroom activities were a daily occurrence, much to your delight. Small, delightful fact, vampire saliva will instantly clot any wound. So obviously, bloodwork became a thing. Max’s favourite thing was the take a small bite of your femoral artery, lick the wound, and then his tongue would continue further up. It left you a screaming, sobbing mess.

“Did I pass out?”

“For a bit, yeah.”

“Sorry.”

“My darling, you have nothing to apologise for. You passed out with that absolutely adorable smile on your face,” you tried to hide your smile in your pillow. “Yeah, that one.”

“What about you? Did you manage to…finish before I did?”

“If it’s good for you, then it’s good for me.”

“So you enjoyed it?”

“Garland, I could do that all day.”

“Could you? I know you could, but would you want to?”

“Absolutely, I do. You know, it’s a shame you don’t get your period anymore. I would have really looked after you.”

“Do you mean…?” you gestured to your lower half.

He raised his eyebrows, “We could’ve scheduled a week off a month.”

“Max, I don’t bleed for a week straight. Well, I never used to,” you paused. “It was only two or three days of heavy bleeding.”

“Okay, three days off a month. And it’ll save you on products. And I get a nice supply of blood while you get orgasms.”

“You made a PowerPoint didn’t you?”

He paused, “Yes, I did make one.”

“Can I see it?”

“You want to see the PowerPoint I made when I was a depressed vampire whose soulmate was unavailable?”

“You’re sexy when you do them.”

For bonus points, he presented it sans clothing.

*****

But the happy times did not last forever.

One day, you held out your wrist. He gladly took a sip but then stopped. He just stared at your wrist.

“Max? What’s wrong? Please, you’re scaring me, what’s wrong?”

He looked at you with tears starting to form.

“I think you need to go back to the doctors.”

Max paced around his car. You forbade him from accompanying you as it would have made you more anxious, so he waited in the carpark. Finally, he saw you approaching. Not acknowledging him, you got into the back seat. Max slid in next to you. He was going to say something but then saw your face.

“It came back.”

“Is surgery an option again?”

“It’s in my liver.”

“Fuck,” he covered his mouth and turned away. His hand curled into a fist but he didn’t punch anything, no matter how angry he was with the world. He turned back to you with such tenderness in his voice. “Is there anything I can do?”

“Just hold me.”

And he held you for what felt like an eternity.

A few months later…

The office was quiet apart from the hum of overhead lights. Max Phillips was away so Jacob was acting manager. He saw this as a guarantee that he would be given his promised promotion. And rumours of a change in leadership made that promise even more likely. Already, he was walking around like he owned the place.

He was very confident the day he was called into Max’s office.

“Hey, J-man.”

“It’s Jacob.”

“Whatever,” he patted him roughly on the shoulder. “So when’s the wedding?”

“Well, we’re waiting for the baby to be born. Then Cidnee wants to lose the weight so, sometime next year, maybe.”

“You should have eloped like I did.”

“You got married?”

“Yup. Best thing ever,” he sat at his desk. “You’re probably aware of the change in situation here as Mr. Whitby had to take early retirement. He’ll mostly be spending his time in court due to certain allegations which due to my evidence, oops, spoke too much,” Jacob didn’t notice the slip. “But Max, you handsome devil, who will take the leadership role? Well, we have come to a decision.”

Jacob took in an excited breath.

“So,” continued Max. “I will sadly be leaving this position to take on the role of Director. The role of Manager is going to,” he paused. “My lovely darling wife!”

In you walked.

“So good news, I’m not dying of cancer. Bad news, well bad news for you, I’m your new boss!”

Jacob stared in confusion.

“You?”

“Yes, me!” you smiled, showing off the sharp fangs.

“She’s a vampire? She wasn’t on the list! How did she skip the queue?”

Max gestured to both of you, “Vampire soulmates, less paperwork involved.”

“You want to spend all eternity with her?”

“Did you not hear the soulmate thing?”

“Now,” you said, ignoring Jacob’s dropped jaw. “We’re going to completely restructure this department. Actually, the first thing I’m going to do is fire Renny because that man is a creep and a walking HR nightmare.”

“Darling, you’re rambling.”

“So, everyone’s position is going to be based on their skill level and not on who’s arse they’ve kissed.”

“You’re just going to let this happen?” Jacob asked Max.

Max just sat there with his chin on his hands, gleefully watching all this unfold. “Absolutely!”

“Seriously,” you addressed him. “Who will you complain to? The top?”

“I’m the top,” said Max. “Although, I do like to be the bottom.”

“Why?” asked Jacob. “Why do this to me?”

“I was considering just killing you, especially after how you treated my lovely darling wife. But then realised it would be more fun to string you along with the promise of promotion and then bam, demoted.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Life isn’t fair. Unless you’re a vampire. Which you never will be!”

You happily slammed the door in his face. You turned to your husband.

“That was fun.”

“I had fun watching.”

Walking towards him, you said, “I believe you’re sitting at my desk.”

“So come and sit here,” he gestured to his lap at which you sat.

“I’m your vampire.”

“And I’m yours.”

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[artisiumstudios]

OMG YES THATS EVEN BETTER! Ford getting the diagnosis as a kid meanwhile Stanley being labeled as the normal but misbehaving child DESPITE the fact that he also acts and shows many signs that ford does.

Also how will ford find out? Will it be a situation where the kids ask him to help them get Stan to agree to an appointment, will they tell him their concerns, or will the kids be playing Autism or Trauma ( I love that by the way) and ford accidentally overhears them.

UGH I can just imagine the guilt and embarrassment that floods ford with the realization. Because you’d think Ford who is diagnosed AND is Stan’s twin would have been able to realize, but instead he had to learn from his nibblings who were literal children and had only met Stanley just that summer. The fact that THEY figured it out before him despite the fact that he grew up with Stanley just makes him feel horrible.

THE MASKING PART?! UGH right in the heart. Like I can imagine that math was hard for him because of the way it was probably explained to him, but with the portal I like to think that he actually was really good at math! Like once he figured out how to teach it to himself all of a sudden everything just clicked for him (and while he won’t admit it he sometimes did enjoy it, especially when he got stuff right)

And with the kids idk how to explain but he definitely felt a sense of security being himself, especially after being able to admit to dipper that he had a certain seat at the table and dipper instantly complying without even asking him about it or making weird faces.

Stanley not wanting to sit anywhere else at the pool because he had already decided which was his seat♡

I headcanon he has the thing where he has to sit in the same seat at the table and in the diner- it's his seat like the couch is his seat too and so is the driver's seat (unless he's teaching a bear to drive)

[bruciepennyworth]

new hc: bruce + the batkids + distracting chatter

so this is inspired by the latest chap of @frownyalfred's lovely fic 'hold me loosely' (chapter 4, jason POV) — but i feel like i've also seen other people use this scenario? like, i feel like it's an oddly common recurring bit of bruce characterization in fanfics. anyways, what i'm actually referring to is bruce, when someone around him gets injured on the job, defaulting to listing random facts at them as a way of keeping their mind occupied/off their injury. [fairly often, but not always, it's specifically facts about said injury (ex. "on average XX takes X number of days to heal in a healthy person" "Y% of people will experience XX in their lifetime" etc. etc.)]

...so i was thinking about the thought process bruce would go through in order to arrive on that being his go-to strategy for this kind of scenario, and if you think about it, it actually makes perfect sense? bc i can totally imagine him being like "hmmm so a Normal Person incapacitated in the manner of scenario 259(c)(iii) would likely appreciate/require a distraction from their condition" —> "the most appropriate/comforting distraction that does not hinder my ability to actively continue assisting them is to fill the silence —> "slight problem: i am bad at making conversation" {the genuine kind, not the brucie frivolous-lifestyle-bullshit kind} —> "i can speak about a subject that the injured listener has an interest in" —> "i can speak about a subject that will already be on my mind and will be directly relevant to the listener, as well as assure them that i have the requisite knowledge and am therefore capable of taking care of their injury properly"

...of course, the part that bruce forgets to anticipate is what Injured Party makes of him suddenly turning into an audiobook encyclopedia, and how they might actually respond to that beyond just shutting up and listening to him monologue lmao. thankfully, he gets plenty of practice individualizing his Distraction ManeuverTM accordingly on all of his batkids!

dick: EFFECTIVE. the one this strategy was invented for in the first place — does not deal well with tense silence, also just really loves listening to the sound of his loved one's voices, finds it super relaxing/comforting. used to fall asleep easiest in his family's tent at the circus when he could listen to his mom and dad chat about anything late into the night. he had the perspective to recognize that batman monologuing at you all about the mechanics of the injury you've just received yourself is more than a bit morbid, but hey, he was a bit of a dark-humored morbid kid himself, he doesn't mind 🤷🏽‍♀️

jason: EFFECTIVE. isn't averse to silence in the way dick is, maybe even prefers it mostly — but, when he started out as robin bruce monologued at him when he got injured the first couple times out of habit, and jason definitely noticed and picked up on the pattern. then bruce stopping would have made it weird, so after that he comes to find it comforting in the sense that it's like an endearing habit of bruce's/a familiar routine. so like, he ignores it mostly, but if bruce ever didn't start monologuing at him while he's trying to hold it together he'd definitely notice and be all "hey what the fuck happened" lmao

tim: NOT EFFECTIVE. does not like just listening to bruce growling out mildly-alarming injury statistics, thank you very much. if he can talk, he'll do the talking himself; if he can't, he'll take silence. (also a hand to hold— which bruce eventually learns to provide.)

steph: NOT EFFECTIVE. bruce learns the hard way that steph will interpret him going on about her injury as condescension (which tbf, by definition it kind of is?). his second try is to talk about her performance in the field re: whatever she was doing right before she got injured, which is unsurprisingly received equally poorly. if she can talk, she's definitely talking, and bruce reluctantly learns to tolerate the fact that said chatter is 99% of the time completely unrelated to their current situation. the first time post-war games that he ends up stuck with a steph injured badly enough that she can't fill the silence on her own, in a fit of panicked inspiration he starts telling her about the historical value/sourcing of purple dye, which she teases him endlessly about once she's able to later, but he's just glad that it seems to be implicitly approved of.

cass: SITUATIONALLY EFFECTIVE. cass comes in after tim (and i guess kind of during steph's initial integration into the fam?) so bruce has already been made aware of the possibility that she won't appreciate it. but it turns out that whether cass prefers or dislikes silence varies by the day, honestly, so bruce tends to go for it, and then about 60% of the time he'll get a soft "batman, stop talking, please." (or the equivalent in sign) after a couple minutes lol. (also, even though cass is generally not particularly impolite about it, bruce somehow always feels very effectively chastised by the specific way she tells him to stop: it's like her version of the 'alfred voice'.)

damian: EFFECTIVE. with the unfortunate caveat that if he's capable, he'll certainly be snarking back at bruce the whole time about how he "knows, Father, i memorized the relevant information on these topics when i was five" — but he likes it. he'd never say anything about it, of course, but bruce realizes after some time that being left in silence when bruce is there kind of makes him feel like he's waiting for punishment for being sloppy enough to get injured in the first place.

duke: EFFECTIVE. he doesn't particularly mind silence, but he loves having random general knowledge in factoid form, so he definitely appreciates the monologues. he tends to mostly be content with listening, but he'll also pipe up with corrections occasionally bc he'll tend to have read more recent data.

[star-41306]

Reckless Driving

‘What’s his motive? Lucas has said he’s one of the good ones, right?’

Before

I didn't mean to kiss you I mean I did, but I didn't think it'd go this far

The lunchroom is packed today. Mike, Dustin and I are sitting in our usual spot in the corner, El and Max sitting at the opposite table engrossed in their own conversation. I’m helping Mike with his Spanish 3 class, asking him the prompts on the cards with my decent speaking ability, when Mike says in English, “Man, this Spanish test is gonna kick my ass.” 

Mike wallows in his self-pity, burying his head against the leftover flashcards in his hands.

“When is Spanish not kicking your ass?” Dustin comments, right when I say, “Come on Mike. It’s not that bad. Let's try again.”

Mike glares at Dustin, then with a lighter look says to me, “Okay, yeah. You’re right.” He pauses to sigh, then says, "What would I do without my favorite tutor?” Mike gives me a sincere smile. I feel redness grow on my face at his words. ‘Get it together, Will.’

“Fail?” Dustin quips with a self-satisfied look, fork in hand. It turns into a grimace as he feels Mike stomp on his shoe. “Hey! Am I wrong?” 

I tune out the rest of their bickering, sensing something. Feeling watched, I turn my head to the side. I vaguely recognize the eyes looking back at me. I glance at the rest of the people at the table, spotting Lucas next to the person staring. ‘Chance,’ It hits me.

Every Friday, Lucas sat with his basketball friends, Chance being one of them. My eyes bounce between Chance and Lucas, unable to maintain eye contact with his heavy stare. My eyebrows furrow. ‘Why is he looking at me like that?’

He abruptly looks away as one of the other Basketball players says something to him. I decide to do the same. ‘Weird.’ 

I didn't mean to kiss you Now you can't focus on the road when I'm in your car

I listen to the rest of Mike and Dustin's dispute until the bell rings. 

“Saved by the bell!” Is what Dustin ends on. As we all grab our bags and Mike packs up his study gear, I feel eyes on me again. I try to ignore them as we walk to our lockers, but it ends up a difficult feat when I hear the recognizable voice of Lucas behind us. 

“Yeah dude, I’m not sure. Christian Academy has definitely gotten better over the years. I’m kinda freaked for this upcoming game.” Chance nods in reply.

The two of them catch up as we make it to our destination. Chance leans his side against the wall, waiting for something.

“Hey guys.” Lucas acknowledges, turning the pad of the lock on his locker.

“Hey man.” Mike responds, fiddling with his own lock.

I would give a comment back, but I’m struck by the same eyes from earlier still staring. Goosebumps raise on my neck. ‘Creepy.’ I think, opening up my locker to grab a canvas and some other things for my upcoming art class.

Now we're going 100 Your hands aren't on the wheel 'Cause you're just staring at me like you're not convinced that I am real

 I’m spun up in my thoughts when Mike's soothing voice hits my ears. “Hey, Will. I’ll see you later, okay?” I glance at Mike's slightly concerned look and give him a reassuring one. “See you later,” I wave goodbye.

I hear the rest of them make their exits. I’m stuck juggling all my supplies, when a note appears on the shelf in front of my face. I turn my head to the culprit, seeing him walk away after shooting me a discreet wink. ‘Okay, that's Really Weird.’ My curiosity gets the best of me. I set my stuff back down with a sigh, reading the note with wide eyes.

Byers,

Meet me after school 

Picnic table behind the school at 2:30

-Chance

I go through the rest of the day slightly paranoid. ‘Why the hell does he want to meet up with me?’ I ask myself during final period. I thought back to the last few years. After Lucas made it with the popular kids and I came back with a sweet tan and cool stories from California, the bullying dialed down by a lot. Yeah, there are still lingering rumors, but I haven't been pushed or shoved in maybe 2 years. ‘What’s his motive? Lucas has said he’s one of the good ones, right?’

Once the last bell of the day rings, I’ve made my decision. ‘Really, what’s the worst that could happen?’ I walk out of the building, backpack on, picking the paint flakes left on my nails from earlier. ‘That one’s gonna stain,’ I think.

I grab my bike and guide it through the grass, then find the trail that leads to the Picnic table. Nervously staring at the ground, I prepare myself for what's to come. ‘Here goes nothing I guess.’ 

As I trek down the path, I spot the table in the clearing. ‘Empty.’

I prop up my bike on a tree and then check my watch. ‘2:30’ it says. ‘I guess i’ll wait’

It’s 2:35 when I hear the rustling of a bush.

“Byers, you showed,” Chance says casually, hands shoved in his lettermen's' pockets

“Uh. Yeah. What is this about?” I try to respond the same, but I’m unable to hide my nervous energy.

“Nothing much. I just have a favor to ask.” ‘Favor?’ 

“What kind of favor? Do you need, like, a tutor or something?” I think back to mike because ‘When am I not.’ 

He chuckles, shaking his head “uh, no, nothing like that.” He’s playful in his reply. I grow more confused. Picking at the paint again, I finally get out, “Then.. What is it?”

There's a pause, then a breath, and then Chance says something I’d never expected.

“I just wanted to see if the rumors were true” I feel the blood leave my face. We are enveloped in silence; the only sound is the wind swaying the trees.

Wanting to escape the silence, I say, “What?” quite enough I’m afraid he can’t hear me.

“The rumors. Are they true?” He appears careless, but I can tell from his surveying that he’s just as nervous as I am.

“I don’t know what you're talking about,” Is what I say, Even if I definitely do. 

“You’re gay, right? Look man, I won't tell anyone.” Chance still looks around nervously, then, “I’m kind of... In the same boat.”

“You’re, you’re what?” The blood comes back to my face. ‘What did he just say?’

“That's what this is about. I figured if anybody, you at least, might understand.” He looks at the ground, ashamed.

“Oh,”

“Yeah.”

Silence. Very awkward silence. I decide to be the one to break it.

“So, the favor... What. what do you mean?” I grow nervous again. Chance makes me uneasy even with the reveal. A favor could mean a lot of things.

“I was thinking. Maybe you would want to, I don't know, come over or something. My parents shouldn’t be home for a couple hours. Nobody would find out,”

‘I’m going insane. Some sort of wizard must have cast a spell on me, and this is some kind of fucked up vision.’

“Look. I know this is weird. But I figured you might be up for it. Y'know, being one of the only rumored queers in town. It’s not like you try to hide it” Okay, I should say no, especially with that last comment. But then he says,

“Just think about it. When's the next time you'll get some action like this?” And he has a point. Before today, I had felt completely alone. The only gay guy in Hawkins. 

And now we're at 180 And I can finally see But then it's over in a second, crashed the car into the tree

I’m desperately trying to get over Mike. Maybe this is my chance. ‘Ha. Chance.’ 

After much debating, I say, “Okay.” If Chance is surprised, he doesn’t show it. 

“Okay.” He looks at me with that weird stare again. ‘Maybe this is a mistake. I mean, I still don’t know what he wants from me besides coming over.’

“Just kissing, alright? I’m not. I don’t want to do anything else.” Chance looks surprised by that, not expecting me to say his motives out loud.

“Yeah, sure. We can just make out.”

“Cool”

“Uh huh. Yeah. Just,” Chance looks over to the bike “Bike over in about 30. Leave it on the side of the house behind the bushes. I don’t want anyone to see.”

“Sure.”

Yeah, I can see it all happen You'd rather die than take your eyes off me

“Okay,” Chance walks up to me, looks around paranoid, then grabs my face quick. I have no time to think before his lips hit mine. My eyes are left open in shock. ‘My first kiss.’

“I’ll see you, yeah?” He backs up, looking sheepish. He hands me a paper from his pocket with his address and a short description of his house. I’m stunned but manage to get out a short, “Yeah.”  

He leaves quickly through the bushes, and I’m left with my sentiments. ‘What just happened?’

I stand there for I don’t know how long. I realize I need to get going before I lose precious time. I look at the address one more time before grabbing my bike and heading to his house. On the way, my internal monologue is a mess. 

‘What if someone finds out? Bad idea. This is a BAD IDEA. Do I even like Chance like that? I don’t even know the guy all that much. I mean, he is attractive. With his dark hair, tan skin, and lean muscles. Okay, definitely attractive. But Mike… What the hell do you mean, ‘but mike,’? You are trying to GET OVER HIM. There is no way he likes you like that. I mean, he dated El freshman year! He’s straight as an arrow,'

‘Finally.' 

I see his house standing tall in the middle of the neighborhood. It towers over me as I approach. I slip off of my bike and quickly tuck it in the bushes next to the house. I make a brisk walk to the front door, ringing once and glancing around at the rest of the houses.

I don't love you like that I'm a careful driver And I tell you all the time to keep your eyes on the road But you love me like that You're a reckless driver And one day it'll kill us if I don't let go

Chance answers, pulling me in fast, and glances around in the same manner. Then he closes the door and locks us in. 

“Hey Byers. Long time no see.” He shoots me a wink.

“Uh, yeah, sure.” I give a small laugh. He chuckles back.

“Alright, this way.”

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[talleyuh]

so I'm watching Yellowjackets (finally) and I'm on s2e4 and I don't think I've ever had such mixed opinions on a cast of characters in my life.

for some reason, I love Shauna. Maybe I love Melanie Lynskey's portrayal of her but she's bitchy and selfish and I get her. she's a questionable wife, not a good mother, consistently makes reckless decisions and somehow is a good 'straight man' next to nat and misty.

as a subsection of Shauna, Jeff weirdly works for me. He's not my favorite, but I don't despise him. Callie as a character makes sense but it's hard to watch an actress in her late twenties (at the time of filming) playing an angsty teen. #mycultureisNOTyourcostume. also it almost doesn't really work if Callie is supposed to be 17/18 and hanging out with this older cop because it's weird and no one's talking about it. I do appreciate how much she cares about protecting their fucked up unit.

Jackie started losing me about halfway through season 1. I understood her but she quickly fell into the background. I sympathized with her anger but I also know while everyone on the team was pissed at her for not helping. she didn't need to lose her ear tho

misty just keeps growing on me. she does not seem very empathetic or self aware, but i feel for her being outcasted by the team for twenty-five straight years. I also am having a lot of fun with her arc with Elijah Wood. Not in love with his character just yet, but I don't mind his presence.

I like Crystal... I think. But I think her biggest crime is being a theater kid, then she's like a saint compared to the rest of the cast.

taissa is another one of my favorites. She's too fierce for her own good which constantly ostracizes people, but I feel for her a lot of the time. She clearly shows that she's afraid of herself and fears getting close to people and I'm scared of what that means for her and van in the 90s.

Van is such a breath of fresh air in the doom and gloom. She's not overly cynical like the rest of the girls, but she's not fake positive to the point it's annoying. Also I'm obsessed with her 70s aesthetic as an adult and she has like the best casting from teen to adult I've seen so far.

Simone feels very one note and almost exclusively just tells Taissa what she's doing wrong, but I understand her perspective because what she's had to go through is unimaginable.

Lottie is starting to grow on me this season. I don't know if the show is going explicitly supernatural or not, but with clairvoyance or without, Lottie is clearly being tortured by what's in her mind. It's super compelling to watch her desperately cling onto her delusions because they're literally all she has.

I go back and forth on Nat, but I can never quite dislike her. I like her in the 90s timeline a little bit more, but primarily because she's more snarky and active than cynical and passive.

I absolutely despised Travis at first, but he became less of an asshole. I don't quite like him but I don't mind his scenes anymore.

I'm so neutral on Ben. I feel like there were so many other ways to avoid Misty's romantic feelings for him than lying to her like that, but to each their own.

Mari is probably my least favorite. She's such a contrarian, but not to the point that it's funny.

I really liked Laura Lee. Misguided as her intentions were, she was genuinely so sweet.

I like Akilah, but there's not much to say about her.

I think that's everyone with anything to say about