#ever to take a moment for granted but this hurts more than I can explain. this has been the worst year of my life. I’m absolutely shattered.

[skeletonh0e]

Can ignore if this is too dark but uh

Nightmare finding out his S/O had an extremely abusive ex? Again fine if you aren't down with that

Oof, time for some angst and some fluff. But more importantly some protective Nightmare content

Obvious tw for talk of domestic abuse & some ptsd, reader and the ex in this situation are both kept gender neutral. Also I guess tw for some minor manipulation (reminder Nightmare isn't the healthiest partner either)

Nightmare finds out about your last relationship

The thing about dating dear ole' Mare is that it's hard to hide most things from him

His whole thing is he can sense emotions, negative or otherwise

So even if he doesn't know, he knows something is up, you're very jumpy and there's this sense of fear around you whenever he so much as raises his voice

He's patient as he can be with it, a part of him naturally assuming these feelings are simply because he is....himself, that despite what you say a part of you is truly disgusted and terrified of him

A part of him almost doesn't blame you even if that sentiment still hurts coming from his partner of all people, most rightfully should be

When he does learn the truth though?

.....interesting

He's calm as you explain your former relationship and the things your ex did to you, like alarmingly so. You'd expect some form of anger, but no....he's calm.

Once you finish, he gently but lovingly pulls you into a tight embrace. Giving you all the reassurance you need

Dare I say, he's the perfect boyfriend in this situation. He'll let you cry, he'll soothe you, he's there to care for you and promising you'll never go through that again

It definitely becomes a night all about spoiling you

The moment you fall asleep though is when things take a turn

He gives his underlings a very important mission, your ex is retrieved that Night and then brought to his castle right to Nightmare

The things he does to that poor sucker

By the time he was done they were begging for death and even then he still didn't grant it just yet

No matter what happened though, there was no way your ex was getting out alive or if they did it might as well be a fate worst than death

Depending on the nature of your relationship and how well you'd take the news, he might relay what happened. Not going into every gorey detail but in a very "oh your last lover? I took care of them" :)

If you raise a fuss he'll downplay the issue or try to assure you that it was for the best, don't you trust him after all?

Regardless there is definitely a shift in how he treats you afterwards, not an extreme change bit but a change for sure

Gentler in his approach, more careful and somehow despite Nightmare already being known for a partner that's quite controlling more protective

Killer made the mistake of simply grabbing your shoulder a bit too roughly then Nightmare smacked him so hard he flew across the room

Nightmare is many things but he's a patient guy, so he'll be understanding as he can about most trauma and due to his unique skillset can usher away any bad dreams (won't guarantee the return of good dreams but still HE'S the only Nightmare you'll ever have to worry about)

If there's one thing you should never have a doubt about is that you're loved and more important that you're safe

And woe to the person that attempts to challenge that

[electronickingdomfox]

Star Trek TOS slash bits (Season three)

This is my personal rundown of all the slash scenes in TOS season three. I've omitted episodes when I didn't find anything remarkable in them.

-What I count: lingering touches or affectionate looks, clinginess, actions that show a strong concern/familiarity with each other, suggestive scenes...

-What I DON'T count: friendly gestures (like smiling or looking amused when someone says something funny), scenes taken out of context, physical proximity just because there's not enough space...

I'll try to illustrate some scenes when necessary, though screenshots usually don't do justice to it.

For season one analysis go here. For season two, go here.

Spectre of the Gun:

McSpirk The mind-meld scene. For Kirk, this was his first mind-meld, for McCoy the third, if you count the one with Mirror Spock. Actually, Spock also mind-melds with Scotty here, but in my opinion, the scenes with Kirk and McCoy look much more intimate. Almost like love scenes, while Scotty's seems a more clinical meld. For comparison:

The Paradise Syndrome

McSpirk At first McCoy is infuriated by Spock's decision to take care of the asteroid before rescuing Kirk, though then he submits to his very logical reasons for doing so (explained with rocks, so the doctor can get it). McCoy will spend the rest of the episode entering Spock's cabin every five minutes, to see if he's getting enough rest. While Spock works himself to exhaustion, trying to figure out a way to divert the asteroid and save Kirk (granted, he also wants to save the rest of the planet, but still...). Also, McCoy tries to comfort Spock, by telling him it wasn't his fault the ship was crippled, and that Jim would have done the same. For his part, Kirk isn't very worried about Spock and McCoy, but that's because he's being KIROOOK!! and can't even remember them.

And the Children Shall Lead

Spirk The famous turbolift scene. When Kirk feels he's losing command, he first grabs Spock in a panic, and then literally throws himself into his arms, in a half intimate, half awkward scene. It's only when Spock whispers "Jim" to him, that Kirk regains his confidence.

Spock's Brain

Spirk Kirk's anxiety when he discovers Spock's brain has been stolen. He argues with McCoy just because he can't replace a brain, and is determined to search the entire galaxy to save Spock, if needed. Later, when he hears Spock's disembodied voice, his face reflects absolute bliss:

Spock also says that he feels a distinct pleasure upon hearing his Captain's voice.

Spones McCoy doesn't hesitate for an instant to use the knowledge helmet to save Spock, even when warned about the possibility of it killing him. And Spock begs McCoy not to jeopardize his life for his sake.

McKirk This... this moment (nothing said):

Is There in Truth no Beauty?

Spirk At first, Kirk is all gallantry and pleasantries with Dr. Miranda Jones... Until he starts suspecting that she may have hurt Spock on purpose, out of jealousy. Then he turns absolutely nuts, accusing and threatening her, in the hopes that this will stir her conscience to save Spock's damaged mind. The whole scene is actually quite uncomfortable to watch.

Spones McCoy seems very angry and/or worried when Spock praises Uhura's beauty after his mind-meld with Kollos (jealousy?), and quickly points out that this can't be Spock. Though he's immediately relieved when Spock replies in his usual tone, proving that Spock's still there. It's noteworthy that Kollos had showed ample signs of being controlling Spock before this moment, like making him smile. Yet McCoy only reacts once Spock/Kollos starts flirting with Uhura.

Apart from this, there's Miranda's jealousy about Spock and Kollos, since she perceives their union as far closer than what she could ever achieve. Miranda is in love with Kollos, so Spock functions as a kind of romantic rival, at least in her mind.

The Empath

McSpirk It's like... the whole episode. But there are certain scenes that stand out. First we have Kirk offering himself as test subject for the Vians, as long as they leave his friends alone. Then McCoy sedates Kirk, knowing that he'd subject himself to the torture if awake. But his plan backfires, since this leaves Spock in command, and of course he wants to sacrifice himself to protect the doctor. At one point, Gem touches Spock's shoulder, and through her empathic powers she senses something in him that makes her smile with fondness; presumably, his deep love for his friends. McCoy is determined to be the one tortured, though, so he also knocks Spock out, even if the Vians had previously said that he was the most likely to die. Afterwards, Kirk and Spock gently hold the dying McCoy, with Spock touching his face, and McCoy complimenting him for his "bedside manner". Kirk tries to convince Gem to save McCoy, by all means possible, and has to restrain his strong emotions in order to break free from the force field. It's really a lot. After all, the whole point of the episode is that Gem learns about love and self-sacrifice by observing these three particular individuals.

The Tholian Web

Spirk Spock insists on staying in Tholian space, despite the danger it poses to ship and crew, for the remote possibility that Kirk may still be alive. McCoy points out the illogic in such an action, and this is one of the main causes for their disagreement.

Spones Spock and McCoy are very tense with each other in the first part. But after seeing Kirk's last message (that pretty much amounts to saying that they complement each other) they make peace, and McCoy apologizes and acknowledges Spock as Captain. They almost get into another argument because McCoy's being affected by the spatial distortion too, but he quickly apologizes again, before collapsing in Spock's arms (and how convenient that everybody else becomes crazy and murderous, yet McCoy's reaction is fainting on Spock...)

By the end of the episode, they're toasting together and have grown fond of each other. Kirk notices the change and teases them, so they reveal how difficult was working together. However, they don't give him the satisfaction, and even deny having seen his message.

For the World is Hollow and I Have Touched the Sky

McKirk Kirk is very angsty and pained upon learning that McCoy only has one year of life left. But he's even worse once he learns that McCoy won't be spending that year with them, but with Natira. Apart from this, Kirk is pretty touchy whenever McCoy is feeling bad.

At times, Kirk and Natira almost seem like romantic rivals, in a competition for McCoy. Further expressed by their parallelisms: both Kirk and Natira are leaders of men, burdened by enormous responsibilities, and this position has forced them to lead solitary lives.

Spones Less evident, but when Spock grabs McCoy's arm to prevent him from getting up, McCoy looks at the hand and seems surprised and moved by the gesture.

McSpirk In the end, McCoy chooses to go back with Kirk and Spock, even if this means losing Natira. And he does so even before they find a cure for his illness! His situation is literally the same, so it's a choice born of free will. Besides, Natira knows that McCoy won't stop disobeying the Oracle and thinking about his friends as long as they're alive.

Plato's Stepchildren

McSpirk Similar to "The Empath", the whole plot revolves around Kirk, Spock and McCoy sacrificing themselves for each other. First, Kirk and Spock are subjected to the Platonians' humiliation because they refuse to leave McCoy behind. And when McCoy can't bear their torture anymore, he agrees to be a prisoner of the Platonians in exchange for their freedom, though Kirk talks him out of it. They're both also very concerned about Spock's wellbeing, after the Platonians force him to show emotions. And Spock can't contain his rage at having almost killed Kirk.

Wink of an Eye

Spirk When Deela monitors Kirk's actions, she notices that he's trying to communicate with Spock. And from this she concludes that humans are quite capable of affection. She's not speaking about "friendly affection" precisely, because she hopes that Kirk will show it to her too, and this makes Rael quite jealous.

That Which Survives

McKirk A bit of a silly example, but Kirk and McCoy probably didn't need to sleep so close together (and so awkwardly), with so much free terrain around.

The Mark of Gideon

Spirk In the beginning, Kirk looks at Spock with fondness and regrets that he can't accompany him down to the planet, which he describes as a paradise.

Requiem for Methuselah

McSpirk The final scene, where Spock makes Jim forget through a mind-meld, is often interpreted as pure K/S. That is, McCoy is nasty towards Spock for not feeling love; Spock proves him wrong by showing his love for Kirk; the end. But I think that this interpretation ignores certain elements in the story, and some things don't make much sense. In particular, the assumption that McCoy is simply being nasty. First, why would he insult Spock now? They don't even argue in this episode, there's no previous conflict between them to prompt this. Second, would McCoy really believe that Spock doesn't understand love, when a moment ago Spock showed a perfect understanding of Rayna's dilemma? ("The joys of love made her human, and the agonies of love destroyed her.") So, the way I see it is thus. There's a parallel between the love triangle of Kirk/Rayna/Flint (discussed right before McCoy's speech), and the triangle of Kirk/Spock/McCoy. Pretty much like Flint tried to extract emotions from Rayna, McCoy tries to extract the same from Spock. He's been doing it for the whole series, but it was also seen in this episode, when McCoy wanted to see Spock drunk, or celebrated that Spock admitted an emotion: envy. And here he's doing it again, with his speech as a revulsive for Spock to acknowledge his love and act accordingly. The difference is that, while Flint was motivated by selfish reasons, McCoy is doing it not just for Spock, but also for Kirk. His deep worry and love for Jim makes him wish he could forget. And it's this suggestion what finally sets Spock into motion. In a breach of logic, and probably Vulcan manners too, he mind-melds with Kirk to erase his pain. It's a complex scene, but all three characters are deeply intertwined in it, with each caring for the other two (well, except Kirk who's sleeping at the moment...).

The Savage Curtain

Kirk is absurdly in love with Lincoln, and he has this dreamy, goofy smile on his face every time he looks at him. Despite knowing very well that he's not the real Lincoln. Despite McCoy calling him on his bullshit... Lincoln is just THAT irresistible.

Even Spock admits that he too "experienced his charm"!

All Our Yesterdays

Spones And how! In the first part, Spock is constantly looking after McCoy and caring for him. When McCoy falls on the snow half-frozen, Spock refuses to leave him behind (despite McCoy's pleas for Spock to save himself), because they "go together, or not at all". Later, in the cave, Spock puts the doctor to bed and leans over him on several ocassions, mostly focused on his recovery, even if this prevents him from searching for Jim or an escape.

Once Spock begins to revert to his ancestors and show an interest in Zarabeth, is conflict time instead. In particular, McCoy's outburst at Zarabeth, and his accusations that she's lying and just wants to keep Spock for herself, sound like a bout of jealousy. As a matter of fact, it IS true that only Zarabeth is trapped in that world, but McCoy has no way of knowing that, and no proof that she's being dishonest. After this outburst, Spock pins McCoy to the wall in a very tense scene, while McCoy grabs his arms the whole time. And it's only then that Spock realizes what's going on with him.

In the end, when forced to choose between staying with Zarabeth, or going back with McCoy, Spock chooses the doctor. As he said in the beginning, they go together or not at all.

McKirk Much less obvious, but McCoy is constantly asking about Jim, and tells Spock to stop worrying about him and go find Jim instead.

Turnabout Intruder

Spirk Kirk (inside the body of Janice Lester) convinces Spock to perform a mind-meld on him, by saying that Spock is closer to the Captain than anyone in the universe, and that he knows his thoughts. Once he learns the truth, Spock takes Kirk by the wrist to accompany him outside the cell. Spock touches people more often than is usually believed, but here in particular is a tender gesture, not strictly necessary.

Apart from this, Dr. Coleman seems to still love Janice, no matter the body she inhabits. There's this scene where Janice (inside the body of Kirk) approaches him seductively, and places a hand on his shoulder. From the point of view of the audience, it's one of the most explicitly gay scenes in the whole series (and extra points for Shatner for choosing to play it that way; there was nothing of the sort in the script).

Summary

Spirk: 7 out of 24 episodes Spones: 5/24 McKirk: 4/24 McSpirk: 6/24

A big increase for McSpirk, in relation to previous seasons.

[realisticjupiter]

Hii :)

can I request some domestic fluff? I would really like to read Chishiya as a dad and married to the reader, there's barely any Chishiya!Dad content 😔

I LOVE UR WRITING SM BTW, I've read all your work, and I love the way you write Chishiya <333

Hope you have a good day :)

Summary: Chishiya tries to learn to never take his family for granted.

Pairing: dad!chishiya x mom!reader

Genre: Fluff , slight angst

Warnings: angst (it's barely noticeable! I couldn't help myself..), the daughter doesn't have a specific name (I never liked naming kids in fics) lmk if anything else

Word count: 731

a/n: thank you so much for requesting!! I don't think I've ever actually seen dad!chishiya so this was fun to write :). I hope this is good enough to your liking and I'm glad you like my work--have a good day!!!

Chishiya walked into the door as quietly as he could, his keys clinking together as he shut the door behind him.

Of course he didn't want to make either of you wake up, for many reasons. One of them being that he solely just, didn't want to deal with it.

He found himself staying later at work because the thought of coming home almost made him a type of sad he couldn't explain. It made his stomach hurt as if he needed a hug but the thought of someone's touch made his head dizzy.

Home was supposed to be an escape from work, but work turned into an escape for home. Chishiya wasn't sure how he did it, or how he managed to convince himself work was better. It wasn't.

The creak that was made from the rusted hinges on the bedroom door made him cringe. His sock covered feet rustling against the carpet as he made his way inside, looking towards the bed, taking a double take to look at the bodies laid underneath the covers.

Your body lies still next to the smaller one, a hand placed on the small of the child's back as your other hand continues to fidget with the short locks of hair.

He watched your hand make lazy movements against the child's scalp, making him smile at the endearing sight before him; unable to pull away his gaze nor his thoughts.

You peeked open a single eye to look at the figure standing in the darkness. "You're home." You whispered softly.

"Mhm," Chishiya hummed in reply, finally turning away his gaze to walk away. Wanting to change into more comfortable clothing.

You pulled away from the small girl beside you to sneak out of bed, following Chishiya towards the walk-in closet.

He raised a brow when he heard you closely behind him, confused why you'd rather be around him than to peacefully sleep.

"Is everything okay with you?" You whispered, flicking on the light as he removed his white coat.

"Yeah, why wouldn't it be?" He answered, letting his coat fall to the ground with the clink of his name tag.

"I don't know.." You shrugged, walking towards him with uneasy steps.

He turned around to face you as you slid your palms through the opening of his untucked shirt, his breath hitched at the touch but his entire body melted into it.

"You've been distant, Chishiya." You admitted, avoiding eye contact as you looked down at your hands that hid beneath the blue scrubs.

He thought about his next words, afraid of any negative reaction you could give him by just two simple words.

"I'm sorry." Two words he never said often; often as in ever. Maybe once or twice through your relationship but never as meaningful as the way they slipped past his lips in the softest whisper he could.

Your eyes met his glassed over ones, unsure if it was because he was exhausted or about to cry.

"It's okay." You assured him, bringing your hands away from his stomach. But, before he could miss the soft touch, your hands rested on either side of his face.

He wanted to speak but kept his silence to linger in the moment with your thumbs tracing light circles on his cheeks.

"Daddy?" The young girl voiced from behind you, obviously tired by her tiny yawn and her fingers that clawed at her eyes.

He looked at you, as if to ask for permission to pull away from the addicted touch. You smiled at him and pulled your hands away to turn around and watch the young girl run towards Chishiya with open arms.

He bent down to bring her into his embrace, picking her up to hold her against his chest. "Tired?" He hummed to her, but his eyes on you as if the question was also aimed at you.

You nodded before the young girl could disagree with a mumbled no against his shoulder.

You laughed as she attempted to fight off her sleep, but when he passed her over to you so he could finish changing; she was passed out in your arms.

The smallest interaction with his family made him realize how much he missed your soft touch. The realization he hasn't felt your hands around his skin in what felt like ages made his heart hurt.

Nevertheless, he'd never take you for granted again.

reposts and comments are appreciated <3

[deception-united]

Hi!! I'm struggling to write a slow build up to a crumbling relationship between a father and daughter. I don't know how to pace it or space things out.

He doesn't understand her and doesn't try to. I wanna make him a self centered prick.

And I want her to put some effort into trying to fix it, but he's being a complete man child.

(sorry if this is a bad description)

Hi, thanks for asking! When writing a relationship eroding over time, you want to consider pacing and emotional build-up to make your readers effectively feel the weight of it all. Here are some tips!

1. Establish initial cracks

Before things fall apart, the readers need to see that they were never truly whole in the first place—maybe he was never particularly attentive, or she’s always felt like she had to work for his approval. Even if they have good moments, try making them feel fragile, like a peace treaty on borrowed time. Consider small but telling moments that are just enough for the reader to notice the imbalance (they don't need to be dramatic at first). Possible examples:

She shares something important to her, and he brushes it off or twists the conversation back to himself.

She’s visibly upset, but he makes it about his own stress and problems, leaving her unheard.

He talks at her, not to her (interrupting, correcting, dismissing her words, etc.)

2. Give her hope, then take it away

To make the build-up and subsequent devastation hurt, don't have her give up on him immediately, rather putting in the effort, believing he can change (ex: she plans a one-on-one outing, only for him to cancel last minute because something "more important" came up). The key here is for each failed attempt to cost her more.

At first, she might be frustrated but still hopeful ('maybe he just didn't realise' or 'he's probably just really busy'); then, she starts explaining herself more, trying to get through to him. Eventually, her patience will turn to exhaustion—she starts anticipating disappointment.

3. Let him prove himself undeserving

This is where he gets worse: not cartoonishly evil, rather willfully oblivious and self-centered. Maybe:

He acts like he’s the victim whenever she calls him out. Depending on how you want to portray him, you could involve gaslighting or victim blaming here. ('So I’m just the bad guy now?')

He takes her efforts for granted, never reciprocating or even noticing.

When she finally reaches a breaking point and stops trying, he acts shocked and offended, as if she is the one pulling away.

The more she gives, the more it will drain her, until she finally realises she’s given him all she can.

4. Realisation & distancing

By the time she stops trying, she isn’t even angry anymore; she’s just done. Maybe he does something thoughtless that, months ago, would’ve sparked a fight, but instead of arguing, she just doesn't react or care, since she's stopped waiting and hoping for him to change. If their relationship's crumbled to the point of her leaving, maybe she lets his calls go to voicemail or ignores text messages—it reaches the point that if he ever does actually wake up and try to reconnect, it’s too little, too late.

___

Keep in mind that what can make this so painful isn’t just that he’s a bad father, but that she wanted him to be better and tried and hoped and put effort into their relationship which all went ignored and wasted. So try to space it out, letting her fight for him before she realises he's not worth it; and when she walks away, it's feels less like liberation than a funeral for something that could have been a beautiful and healthy relationship if only he'd cared enough.

Hope this helped! Happy writing ❤

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[neos127]

WHY HER? — SIM JAEYUN (chapter eighteen)

pairing. idol!jake x fem!fan!reader synopsis. in the most cliche way, jake falls for a fan of his. y/n just has to decide if she’s able to handle being apart of his life. notes. last chap…

Y/N was sweating from nerves. Jake was about to arrive at any moment and she felt sick. The feeling reminded her of when the two first started hanging out, which brought a small slice of comfort.

Y/N was sure that she readjusted her outfit and seating position multiple times before she heard the click of the front door opening. Jake walked in with a small backpack slung around his arm, but it was immediately dropped to the floor when he saw Y/N sitting at the kitchen island. The two stared at each other for what felt like hours, before Jake finally broke the silence.

“You came back.” He stated, his voice cracking slightly. Jake didn’t want to become emotional in front of her again, but the boy felt as if he could cry from how happy he was. Y/N nodded, hesitantly walking up to him with the flowers.

“Happy birthday.” Y/N spoke up, mentally preparing to give the long speech she had planned out in her head. But before the younger girl could open her mouth, Jake brought her into a hug, making the flowers fall to the floor. He gripped her closely, as if she would disappear if he let go.

“I’m so sorry, Jake.” Y/N mumbled, feeling tears fall down her face and onto Jake’s jacket. The boy shushed her, patting the top of her head in reassurance. He knew that Y/N probably felt guilty, but he had never expected her to mend their relationship in person.

“I know you might still be upset, and I’m so sorry for that. I never wanted to hurt you, I was just being stupid. I was only thinking about myself and that wasn’t fair.” Y/N explained, already forgetting her speech and just letting her heart speak for itself.

“I don’t think I ever stopped loving you, and not being in your arms like this for months was really hard.” She continued, her voice wavering as more tears fell. Jake pulled away with a surprised look.

“You love me?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowing as he wiped Y/N’s tears away.

“I do, I really do and I’m sorry I never got to tell you. I should’ve said it back and then we could’ve figured something out but—” Jake cut off Y/N’s rambling, shushing her quietly.

“I know how you were treated, Y/N/N. I don’t blame you for leaving, and if you want to do that again then be my guest. I’m just glad I get to see you right now.” Jake explained, looking at you with sad eyes. He was way too considerate for his own good and it made Y/N’s heart beat ten times faster.

“I don’t think I can ever walk out on you again. Meeting you was the best thing that has ever happened to me and I won’t take that for granted again.” Y/N said to Jake, reaching up to push stray hairs away from his face. The boy couldn’t help but smile at the contact, missing her touch more than anything.

“So then…I can be your boyfriend again?” Jake asked, looking at the girl with hopeful eyes. Y/N nodded excitedly, giggling when Jake’s smile widened. He leaned down to kiss her, savoring the feeling of her lips against his after months of being apart.

Y/N pulled away slightly when she felt tears fall against her face. She wiped under Jake’s eyes with her sleeve before leaving a kiss on his nose. The boy couldn’t help but let a few tears slip, feeling overjoyed at the thought of Y/N being his again. He hadn’t been himself for a while, to the point where everyone around him noticed. But seeing the love of his life waiting for him in his dorm after being apart for a while made every emotion he had come crashing down.

“Please don’t cry, you’re gonna make me cry too.” Y/N groaned, making Jake giggle and pull her back into his arms. The two stood there for a while, slowly rocking back and forth while holding onto each other as if they never would again.

“We’re going to be okay, Y/N. We’ll figure everything out.” Jake spoke after a while, still holding Y/N close and stroking her hair. The girl nodded against his shoulder before letting out a small sigh.

“I know. But this time i’m willing to do whatever it takes to be with you. Even if I have to withstand more spitting on my shoes.” Y/N replied, a teasing smile on her face.

“I’m sorry you have to go through that, love.” Jake mumbled, moving his hand down to her back to run soothing circles.

“It’s alright. It’s worth it for the most incredible boy I’ve ever met.”

BONUS.

“You didn’t even see the spider-man flowers I got you.” You whined, pointing to the crumbled mess on the ground. Jake gasped, dropping to his knees as he tried to fix the bouquet.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I just got so excited. This is really cool by the way, you’re too good to me.” Jake apologized, standing up with the flowers and giving you a sheepish smile. You let out a small laugh, leaning over to kiss his cheek.

“You’re lucky I love you, Sim Jaeyun.”

“Do you mind saying that again…and maybe fifty more times? I don’t think I heard you correctly.”

A/N. and that is it for ‘why her?’!! i’m so sorry if this chapter seems rushed i honestly just rlly wanted to finish it and get it out there. i hope you guys enjoyed and im rlly thankful for everyone who’s been following along! i love reading your comments it makes my day <3

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[wonwongarden]

TOGACHAKO BC I CAN”T FIND ANY FCKN FANFICS ON THEM OML

She was cute, but a villain. Ever since our fight all alone I’ve been thinking. Why am I so weird?

I always had a little crush on Deku and I always thought about him more than anyone, but at the moment the only thing that takes up my mind is the young girl that was threatening to kill me.

She was cute.

—-

“Ochako?” She knew that voice. The green haired boy came up behind her.

“Deku.” she acknowledged, giving the boy a small distant smile. He seemed to notice as he came up beside her.

“What are you thinking about?”

“I just…” she trailed off thinking about the blonde girl.

“...think I’m weird?” she gave a small smile. Deku seemed to understand as he nodded in agreement.

“Me too”

She smiled thinking about why she wanted to help the young villain. After all she’s killed and hurt people yet she can’t help wanting to be by her side and can't help wondering about her.

Some days she would walk outside of UA hoping to maybe see the blonde girl again. She knew she wasn’t supposed to but she could help the guilt creeping into her mind as she thought about her recent fight with Toga. She had made the girl feel like she didn’t belong which constantly had Ochako falling into turmoil.

“You deserve everything that comes at you!”

….

“Yeah”

The small smile will never leave Ochako’s mind as the smile looked happy but her eyes held this deep sadness that made Ochako’s heart run laps. She had said awful things and she was trying to be a hero? She didn’t try to understand the girl nor did she even think about seeing her as human. She did take everything she had for granted and didn’t realize that the broken girl infront of her on that day yearned for those things. So what are these overwhelming feelings of just wanting to make things right and yearning for the chance to fight the girl?

As she was walking she heard scuffling in an alleyway. She found this weird as villains tended to just roam free after the whole war going on and whatnot. So who was hiding?

Ochako’s heart raced as she wondered if it was a civilian? Was it an ambush? Was it a child? Was it-

Blonde

“T-toga?” She let slip before she could cover her mouth.

She saw the girl hunched over eating a bird. Red eyes darted up and Ochako could’ve sworn she saw panic storming in those eyes.

Toga growled at her wasting no time launching at the girl she saw. Ochako fell to the ground with an “oof” and quickly put her guard up. She could easily make Toga float up and out of her way but something in her just let the girl pin her down. As she looked at the starved girl her eyes widened.

“You’re hungry” she said more of a statement than a question.

“obviously “ the girl sneered and that caught Ochako off guard. Usually the girl was smiling and swooning over her crushes and how she wanted to take their blood. So she caught the other off guard as well as she moved her head to the side exposing her neck.

She saw the girl falter and decided maybe words were best to explain but before she could she felt a sting where her shoulder and neck connected.

She let out a whimper as the girl drank her blood and felt the tears soak her shoulder. Her hand threatened to stroke the blonde hair and whisper words of encouragement but she just never got there. As the girl kept eating Ochako could feel her consciousness slipping. The world started turning black and white but she managed to croak out 4 words.

“You’re.. not… a…”

Toga paused and their eyes connected.

“Monster”

She let out her best smile before her mind went blank as well as her sight. However she didn’t miss the way those red eyes widened and the tears sparkled decorating the orbs as her reflection shone in the painted red.

—

Ochako woke up in front of UA.

“OCHAKO!” she heard a familiar voice yelling. She blinked her eyes open, breathing in harder than usual. She still felt lightheaded due to the loss of blood but the first thing she noticed were two cute little bandaids on her neck.

“Did Himiko do this?” she whispered to herself.

“What was that?” she heard Deku ask as he ran up to her.

Ochako just smiled, shaking her head to say it was nothing.

(I wrote this a while ago but I’m thinking about refining and continuing it🙂‍↕️)

[minispidey]

if you do one shots, could you do one where bimbo gf (reader) and steven get halloween costumes. i’ll try to explain best i can, but reader puts bag of their costumes in the bathroom . reader got a playboy bunny, but it is still in the bag. reader tells steven to change into costume but steven gets confused and changes into the playboy bunny one and is very flustered. ik this is a very long request but i NEED more bimboxsteven

YOU'RE A BUNNY, DUH!

Steven Grant x f!bimbo!reader.

warnings: suggestive content, bimbo is really horknee okay??

a/n: hi babes! ty for requesting this! had to do this before october ended for halloween because duhhh it's halloween! i had such a huge writer's block (plus i got sick) and this is as good as i can write at the moment. again, ty for the request! so sorry it's short!

If there's a season your little bimbo heart loved more than spring, it's definitely autumn. The smell of the fresh cold air, the pumpkins, the leaves falling down on your hair, and of course— halloween.

It was your first halloween in London. You planned like crazy to have the best night ever with your boyfriend (which consisted of non stop fucking in your flat at first) and bought costumes for you two to hit up a couple pubs.

Knowing how shy Steven is when it came to how sexy you are, you wanted to wear something revealing. You wanted to drive him crazy and make him fuck you right there at that very moment he looks at you.

"Stevie!" your voice boomed in his flat, following the sound of you shutting his door "I'm back, baby!"

"I'm in bed, love!" he responded. Steven sets his book down and takes off his glasses, watching you walk towards him.

"Hi, Stevie. I missed you so much!" you straddled him and cupped his face "I got your costume~"

"You went shopping for three hours, love. I'm just here. I could've come with you if you wanted." Steven then rests his head in between your breasts, taking in your scent.

"Why don't you go try it on? It's in the bathroom. I'll show you mine later."

"It's that much of a surprise that you left it in the loo? Is it naughty?"

"Later." you began to squeal when Steven began blowing raspberries into your breasts "Stevie! I promise, later!" you giggled before playfully pushing him away.

Steven laughed at your reaction and smiled at you "Alright, alright. If you got me a ghost face costume, you're in for a rough night."

"I'm counting on it~"

"Cheeky."

Steven got up and watched as you lied down in his previous position and smiled. He walked inside the bathroom and closed the door behind me before digging into the pink shopping bag.

His eyebrows furrowed before his eyes widened "What the..." he takes out a pink corset and pink silk panties, along with pink stockings.

"She has to be kidding." Marc says from the headspace. Steven looks up into the mirror to find Marc judging him "No way are we coming out of this place wearing that."

"Come on, she probably looked for it for hours... I don't wanna make her sad..."

"Honesty is the best policy."

"Honesty hurts people sometimes." Steven sighed before taking his shirt off.

"You're serious?!"

"Stevie? You've been in there a while considering all you needed to wear was a sheet and a mask..." you knocked on the bathroom door before pacing back and fourth again, waiting.

The lock of the door clicked and the door opened wide, Steven stepping out in a pink playboy bunny costume, complete with a bunny tail and ears.

You covered your mouth and held in your laugh "Steven?"

"Does it look bad?"

"No no! It's just that..." you giggled "That's actually mine."

"Wait what?" Steven's eyes widened.

You walked towards him and wrapped your arms around his neck "But you know... you look so fucking hot..." you breathed into his neck. Your left leg hooked behind his leg and you started placing kisses along his collar bone.

"L-Love?"

"I want you to fuck me. Right here right now."

Steven froze for a moment before slowly nodding and started to pull down the silk panties and stockings. Your hand stopped him.

"The costume stays on, Stevie... take your cock out."

[noosayog]

wc: 500

warnings/content: angst

part 9. directory here.

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The one thing you liked in Atsumu was the way he always made you feel wanted. And nothing he’s ever done has made you feel more wanted than the way he desperately pushes his lips against yours, cupping your face in a gentle yet possessive manner, a silent plea for you to let this happen. A calm washes over you when you feel his desperation, opening your eyes to see his tightly screwed shut, as if he’s in deep sleep and this is all a dream. 

But when your eyes wash over the walls of his room, the bed that it happened on, you push away once more. 

“Atsumu,” you say shakily. “You can’t do this to me.” 

He reaches for you, only shaking his head. 

You take one step further in response. “You knew.” Your voice quivers, the hurt still fresh. “You knew that I was trying really hard to let you in. You knew that I’ve never done this with anyone and you still betrayed that. I know that we never agreed to be exclusive or whatever-” 

“No!” he exclaims. “We didn’t have to. You were the only one, I swear.”

“How can I believe you? When I saw you…” 

When he explains, you missing the game, being late to the party, the shirt, your mind tells you that it isn’t good enough. 

But when you see the haggard look in his eyes, the dark circles, red-rimmed eyelids, your heart desperately wants to believe him. It wants to grant him rest that you know he’ll find in you. You want to believe that despite the circumstances in which he stole your first kiss, this chemistry isn’t replicable with anyone else. 

“Atsumu,” you say, palm coming up to touch his cheek. He closes his eyes, pushing his face against your touch. “I’m trying here, but I need you to be better, you know?” 

“I know,” he whispers. 

“I believe you.” 

His eyes open wide. 

“But,” 

He freezes. 

“I need some time. I need to think about this because if what you said is all true-” 

“It is.” 

“-then I need to think about us. If this is right for me and if I can forgive you for that night.” 

He looks like he has more to say, but you hold a hand up. “I believe you, and I like you a lot, ‘Tsumu. But I don’t want to resent you for that night. I need time.” 

There’s a long moment of silence before he nods. “Okay.” 

“I’m going to go now, Atsumu.” 

You get up, but he stays staring at his balled fists full of bedsheet, looking so much like he’s going to cry and like you just abandoned him. And because he’s the first one who has ever pulled you so far out of your comfort zone and kissed you like you were his lifeline and simply because you like him so much, you gently untangle his fingers from his sheets and slip them between yours, pulling him with you towards the door. Before you slip out, you lean up on your tiptoes and press a light kiss to his cheek. It feels like everything a first kiss should be. 

When you turn around to shut the door, the last thing you see is Atsumu frozen with his eyes still closed and cheek leaning downwards as if that would make your touch last longer.

[moonlightdawn1102]

Arion's Angel - Chapter Seven

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Natasha

Word Count: 904

Warnings: N/A

Behind Avengers Tower

Bucky had been quite a pleasant distraction and you were grateful that he’d taken time out of his day to keep you occupied while the team deliberated your future. The only problem with spending time with Bucky was that you knew the betrayal would hurt more. These people despite their wariness of you were intergalactic heroes. They were the epitome of the word good.

Whereas you were the complete opposite. Granted it wasn’t by choice, but still you were the darkness and they were the light. The thought of killing any of them in the future made you feel physically sick and Bucky, well you couldn’t imagine anything worse than taking this sweet man back to the place you’d learnt to call home.

“The only person who uses the garden is Wanda. She likes to meditate and something about being outside grounds her. But I’m sure if you ever wanted to come out here she wouldn’t mind” Bucky explains while you walk through the garden with him.

You look around and smile slightly at the tranquillity of the garden, “It’s beautiful out here. I’ve not felt peace like this in a long time” you admit softly.

You might have been looking at the beauty of the garden, but Bucky hadn’t stopped looking at you for the past fifteen minutes. “Beautiful is definitely the word I’d use,” he says softly.

You glance at him and catch him staring, you blush and quickly look away missing the charming smile that Bucky sends your way.

“Do you think I’ll have a purpose here? If they let me stay, do you think I’ll fit in?” you ask Bucky while you walk alongside the lake.

Bucky nods his head without a second thought, “Absolutely. You’re powerful, strong, empathetic..Those are all the best qualities for someone willing to save the world. And on a personal level, well, it might be difficult with Tony and some of the others for a while but it’s just because they don’t understand. Not like myself and others on the team can. But eventually, I think you’ll have every person in the building falling in love with you” he says with a chuckle.

Bucky was so sincere and for a few moments you could allow yourself to believe that his words held the truth of your future.

“You’re a good and kind man Mr Barnes” you whisper softly.

Bucky shrugs his shoulders, “Only for the people that matter. And if the whole building does fall in love with you, I expect to be number one still” he teases with a smile.

You laugh loudly and genuinely for the first time in forever, “Of course, Bucky. No one will ever beat you. You’ll always be my favourite”

CONFERENCE ROOM, AVENGERS TOWER 

The rest of the team had finally come to a conclusion which was that you’d be allowed to stay on a probationary period, but that you’d have to follow certain rules. The team including Tony had made an agreement that you could join the team but that you wouldn’t be doing any solo missions until you could be trusted.

Now that everyone was in some form of agreement the tension had subsided, “Hey Buck, do you mind..Wait, where’s Bucky gone?” he says in confusion when he looks at the end of the table to see that Bucky’s figure had disappeared. 

Natasha rolls her eyes subtly, “He left about five minutes into the discussion, I think it’s obvious that he wants Y/N to stay, don’t you?” she says.

Sam chuckles under his breath and leans back in his chair, “I second that. He’s been making heart eyes at her ever since we saw her covered in blood defending Peter” he says with a slight smirk.

Steve furrows his brow and thinks back to when they’d been on the plane on the way home, Bucky had seemed particularly interested in Y/N, but Steve had thought nothing of it at the time. 

Tony throws his hands in the air, “Oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Those two can’t get together. What if she’s a bad influence on him and he decides to go all Winter Soldier on us again?” he says flatly.

Steve briefly looks concerned until Natasha places a gentle hand on his arm and shakes her head, “Shuri took the programming out Steve. You know that he can’t be controlled like that anymore. Y/N could end up being really good for him” she says softly to her boyfriend.

Steve lets out a breath he didn’t even know he’d been holding, “You’re right. You’re totally right” he says.

Natasha gives his arm a comforting squeeze and chuckles lightly, “I always am” she says before pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

Steve straightens up and looks out across the table at everyone, “Y/N will move into the tower immediately. I’ll have Bucky keep an eye on her along with myself and Natasha. If we have no sudden missions tomorrow, I think that we will take the day to train and see what she’s capable of doing. Any further questions?” he asks the room.

When nobody raises their hand or speaks, Steve nods with approval, “Great, I’ll go and let Y/N know the good news” he says with a smile.

Everyone begins to disperse while Steve walks through the tower to look for Y/N and Bucky.

[quietwings-fics]

masterpiece

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Assassin's Creed Ship: EzioLeo Additional Tags: Pieces of Eden, Top Surgery, Body Modification, consensual body modification, Trans Ezio Auditore da Firenze, Trans Male Character, gender euphoria Wordcount: 1,682 Summary:

Leonardo finds a use for a new Piece of Eden that Ezio has brought to him.

"And you say you… found this?" Leonardo asks as he surveys the object Ezio has brought to him.

"Well," Ezio admits, "I may not have been the one to find it, but it has fallen into my possession despite that." It’s not hard to guess Ezio’s meaning. Rarely do things of such value come easily, and after the debacle with the apple, he understands why Ezio wouldn’t hesitate to do whatever was necessary to bring this item into safe hands.

For undoubtedly, it shares the same origin as the apple. Leonardo would know the material by sight, even without that same impossible hum that permeates the air around it so thickly that it feels like reaching through water before he even lays his hands on the object. For Ezio to find not one but two of these treasures across his lifetime is either a sign of incredible luck or impending disaster.

"It appears to be a simple scalpel," Ezio says, warily. He watches the small blade like it might turn on them. Something that Leonardo can’t say would be impossible, not knowing what it’s capable of. "I handled it, and whatever power it holds, if any, didn’t reveal itself to me. I thought I might let you try, if you feel up to it."

Leonardo would like to say that he knows better than to use an artifact like this, knowing the risks, but he would be lying. It’s all he can do not to snatch it up the moment Ezio gives him permission to. The chance to see, to understand, is overpowering.

"Yes, I do, but…" There is one thing that can make him hesitate, and that’s seeing how sharp the blade is. This artifact must be older than any human civilization, but it hasn’t lost its edge to time or wear. He looks back to Ezio again. "Be ready?" Ezio inclines his head in one sure nod.

"You would never hurt me," he says, with full confidence, something that makes Leonardo smile despite himself.

"Then be ready for me to injure myself somehow," Leonardo says. "You may end up carrying me to the doctor."

"Then luckily, I’m used to carrying you." Unbidden, Leonardo’s memories flood with the countless times Ezio has lifted him off of his feet, Leonardo’s legs wrapped around his waist as Ezio- He needs to focus.

The scalpel is warm like metal just brought in from the sun, much like the apple had been. Leonardo takes it into his hand and turns it in his palm to inspect each side. For a moment, it remains inert, and he almost calls their investigation off. He turns to Ezio, scalpel in hand-

When he meets Ezio’s eyes, Leonardo’s world slows.

The objects have no voice, but they have will. He has felt the apple’s, endless and equal drives for knowledge and control. The scalpel reveals its purpose to him via Ezio’s body. At once, Leonardo is aware of every facet of him, every muscle, every vein, every organ. Ezio’s bones reveal stories to him, like a decades old seam from a broken rib he’s never told Leonardo about or a newly healed fracture in his ankle that explains why his gait has changed ever so slightly. Scar tissue glitters golden across him from the marks on his skin that Leonardo could have mapped easily from memory to the deeper damage within his muscles that Leonardo would never have seen but Ezio must feel constantly.

"Leonardo?" Ezio calls, but his voice sounds distant on the edge of Leonardo’s focus. He can see the mechanism of it, Ezio’s lungs expanding and contracting, the vibration in his vocal cords, the muscles that push and pull his lips and tongue to make the sound into words. It’s beautiful to watch in motion. He wishes for more.

And his wish is granted. His focus sharpens. He’s aware of smaller, deeper things. First organs sectioned into their various parts, but then the parts broken down into even smaller components, and then smaller than that. Leonardo struggles to comprehend not the function of it but the scale, parts of a body he doesn’t have words for- would not be aware exist if not for being shown them. He can see the contents of Ezio’s blood, the minuscule messengers that tell his muscles what to do, and the millions- billions- trillions-

"Leonardo!" Ezio is suddenly close enough to touch him. Every flex of muscle is on display, from the extension of his arms to the curl of his fingers over Leonardo’s shoulders. His body is alight with infinite signals to guide each motion. His friend, the masterpiece. Ezio shakes him gently. "Speak to me. Please."

He has to withdraw. The scalpel resists him in this; it wants to delve deeper, into details of those things that couldn’t be seen with the naked eye. It wants to show him how these things work. How to change them. How to make a human body a canvas. It’s obsessed with these details, and if Leonardo let himself, he might be lost for hours or days or the rest of his life trying to understand all of it. He pulls his mind back, and Ezio’s body comes together in pieces. From the insides of the smallest working parts to the tissue they make up to the organs keeping him alive.

Change is possible on this level, too. The scalpel urges its own use. Leonardo has known him for so long, and that includes every part that Ezio has in turn been upset and angry and finally accepted that he can’t be rid of.

His hand is moving before he realizes it. The scalpel vibrates between his fingers until numbness spreads up into his hand, but he clutches it tight. Ezio doesn’t have time to move. Leonardo presses the very tip of the scalpel against his breastbone and- There’s a pulse—will and imagination turned into power—that travels down his arm and through the scalpel and into Ezio. Leonardo drops it, his hand shaking and head pounding.

Ezio stumbles back and doubles over. The clarity of the artifact has vanished. Leonardo has done something to him, and fear rushes through him as he hears Ezio gasp for breath. "Ezio!" He goes to his side to help him up, terrified that whatever he’s done will tear his friend away from him. Ezio has gone pale, but his legs are steady under him. He touches his own chest.

"Help me," he says, like he can’t feel the words fall from his lips. It becomes clear what he means as he tries to remove his robes. Leonardo strips him down, looking for the signs of a wound he’s inadvertently caused. There’s no blood staining the insides of Ezio’s robes or the layers beneath that serve as extra protection.

Something has changed, though. It isn’t obvious with all of Ezio’s robes on, but the more they remove, the more it becomes clear. The shape of Ezio’s body is one Leonardo knows better than any other, but his layers hang on him differently.

Ezio is half-naked when the truth becomes apparent. He allows Leonardo to unwrap the bindings on his chest like he’s done so many times before. They’re already loose before he begins.

Leonardo lets them fall. Ezio sucks in a breath.

I could not have done better, Leonardo thinks, faintly.

Ezio touches his own chest as though he expects it to be an illusion. Where his breasts would have been confined before is instead only the firm lines of his muscled chest. He ghosts a hand from side to side, but his body doesn’t betray him and revert to the one he learned to live with.

"How did you…" Ezio trails off. There’s no evidence of the change. He simply is as he always wished to be.

"I’m sorry," Leonardo says. "I wasn’t thinking. It's still your body, you should have had a say in-"

Ezio’s head snaps up from observing the new contours of his own chest. His eyes are wide and misty, and his face brightens with a smile. Leonardo only has a moment to try to apologize before Ezio moves in to kiss him.

"I have always trusted you with it," Ezio says, his words broken up between kisses like he can’t help himself. Leonardo’s hands rise to cup his face, but Ezio catches them and brings them to his own chest for Leonardo to feel. Even seeing the change isn’t enough to prepare him for the reality of it. Ezio is suddenly new and yet still so incredibly familiar. Leonardo traces from the outer curve of his underarm to his sternum.

Ezio laughs with giddy excitement. Leonardo can feel his heart beating beneath his chest. He may have before, but it has never been so powerfully obvious.

"So that was its purpose!" Ezio draws back to look down at the fallen scalpel. It still glows, scattering impossible light across the dusty floor. Leonardo, though, can’t take his eyes off of Ezio to see it. One change, and everything about Ezio seems different. Even his posture has changed, no longer constantly thinking of how to  draw attention away from the part of him he’s now rid of. He bows to pick up the scalpel but thinks better of touching it with his bare hands, instead taking his now unnecessary bindings and wrapping them around it.

"And you’re sure you’re alright?" The results seem to speak for themselves, but Leonardo couldn’t forgive himself if there’s some harm he’s caused that they’ve missed in this celebration. Ezio touches his own chest again.

"I couldn’t be better," he replies, so much joy and affection in his voice that Leonardo thinks he could survive off of that alone for a thousand years if told to. He approaches again.

"May I?" he asks. He wants to take in all of the changes now that the shock of it has worn off. Ezio grins.

"As often as you like," he says. Leonardo flushes, but that doesn’t stop him from putting his hands on Ezio’s bare chest again.

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[not-quite-there-myself]

When You Cry

Synopsis: What they do when they see you cry. Notes: Headcanon format; gender neutral reader; refers to reader as "Summoner"; prompt inspired by @/tiredtealuvr; this has been in my drafts for a really long time, Arcana Twilight Tumblr I'm sorry I didn't get this out to you sooner. It's also been a while since I played, so I hope they weren't too out of character.

Arcturus

He wants nothing more than to see you smile bright and be happy, especially when he's with you. So when he sees your face stained with tears, he can't help but feel like crying himself. Just what's gotten you so upset that you started crying?

He doesn't ask questions first, he'd rather comfort you instead. He wants you to be comfortable and would love nothing more than to see you smiling again. Your smile was always one of his favourite things in Bound Arlyn.

Whatever you need, you can count on Arcturus to get it for you! At least, he'll try to get them to the best of his ability. He can only do so much, but if it's a hug you need, or your favourite food, or even just a moment to relax, he'll do his best to grant all your wishes.

If you ever feel comfortable to talk to him about what made you so upset after you've calmed down, he'll be happy to lend an ear. He'll be your number one cheerleader and tell you that everything's going to be okay; things are just bound to get better, and Arcturus is sure of it.

"Please don't cry, Summoner! Don't worry, everything's going to be okay. You'll feel better in no time, I guarantee it!"

Pollux

The moment he sees you crying is when he drops all the plans he had and rushes over to you. Any classes he was going to attend? He can skip them. An event with Queen Tet that he's helping out with? That can wait. He pushes everything aside to be with you, and he hopes that the reason you aren't crying isn't somehow his fault.

He asks you wants wrong and if you're okay. Are you hurt anywhere? Is there someone he needs to pick a fight with? Well, maybe he won't pick a fight, but he'll definitely be mad at the person who made you cry—if it, in fact, was a person that made you cry.

If you don't want to talk, that's totally fine by him. He knows just as well as anyone that sometimes you just don't feel like telling people what you're upset about. He absolutely doesn't push either, he wouldn't wanna make you cry more and make things worse.

There's a chance he'll have candy or some sweets on him—perfect for snacking on throughout the day—and share some with you if you want! Doesn't matter which one you take, honestly. Even if it's his favourite one, he'll keep quiet because he knows you probably need it more than he does. Whatever you want, he's going to make you happy again if it's the last thing he does! Or at least until you've calmed down.

"Summoner, Summoner! Are you okay?! No one hurt you or anything, right? If you need anything just say the word!"

Alpheratz

He might actually be sleeping when he wakes up and gets a weird feeling; he can't help but feel like something is off. When he sees you and notices the tears falling from your eyes, his heart feels like it's being toyed with.

Alpheratz asks you what happened first, but quickly follows up to ask if you're okay too. He sort of stands there awkwardly and hopes that you're okay with explaining why you're in such a state, or else he isn't sure what he's supposed to do. He isn't the best at comforting people, but he'll try.

If you don't want to talk about it, he's 100% okay with that. He gets it, sometimes you're just not ready or don't feel like it. If you want a distraction, he'll probably try to think up something. Maybe going out for a walk, or maybe it's sleeping it off.

If someone else is making you sad and you tell him, chances are that person won't be making you sad in the future anymore. He might not say it gently, but seeing you down leaves his sleep schedule a little messed up; and of course he's only doing this so you don't get bothered and neither does he. Yeah, that's definitely the only reason.

"I'm no good at cheering people up, but I guess if it's bothering you so much, might as well tell someone, right? No pressure."

Spica

Spica's attention is on you as soon as he sees tears on your face. It's almost as if an alarm has set off in him; something is wrong because you are upset. He tells you to calm yourself and reminds you to breathe if you're crying too hard. He makes sure you're alright physically while he asks why you're crying.

Did someone make you cry? Did something happen? Are you homesick? Despite wanting to ask, he refrains from questioning further in case it makes you overwhelmed. He may sit you down if you're somewhere where that's possible and speak to you in a calm manner, if not a little softer.

Whatever you need, he will try his best to help you feel better. If a distraction is what you want, Spica will gladly help with that, though his approach is more on the productive side of things. He may suggest accompanying him to finish some errands or get some work done quietly together in the committee room or a library.

He lets you know that you're safe and secure, that he'll make sure nothing makes you upset while he's with you. Even if he's not with you, he takes care in paying more attention to your needs. At the end of the day, Spica will offer you his time, because that's one of the only ways he knows for sure that he can do to help you. He can be very busy, but he'll push all other priorities to the side if it means making you feel better.

"If you ever need anything, don't be afraid to tell me, Summoner. Your emotional well-being is just as important as your physical

Sirius

Even if you hide away somewhere, Sirius might have an idea of where to find you. Something's wrong and he can almost feel it like uncomfortably warm air. It almost pains him to see you like that, and a part of him wonders if he might be the one to blame. Did he do something you didn't like?

Whatever the case, he strides up to you casually, if not with a brisk hint of surprise. He asks you why you're crying, his brows mildly raised. You can tell him, or not. He doesn't care too much... Or maybe he does and he's just downplaying how much he cares. He's a good listener and will lend an ear even if you think it's not a big deal.

Want a distraction? Sirius is great at that. If you want someone to console you, he can do that too... though it might be a little back-handed from Sirius. He'll try to be nice but he also can't resist a quick comment. Nothing too mean though, don't fret. He knows when to not push it too far.

If, in the end, all you want to do is do nothing, Sirius will gladly do nothing with you, too. Stars, he might even encourage it, and tease you about how your tears might be a ploy to get him to spend time with you. It's not, though, he knows. But he doesn't mind getting jabbed or lightly pushed by you if it means you stop crying.

"No need to tell me what's wrong, Summoner, though I'm all ears if you want to tell me~ Shall I accompany you for a while?"

Vega

Once Vega sees your face, it's all he needs to come rushing towards you. Similarly to Spica, he checks if you're well physically. If anyone hurt you, they won't be getting off scot-free. He almost doesn't hold back with the questions though. He wants to know who or what made you cry like this right away.

No matter how big or small it is, it still matters to Vega. It clearly matters to you if it made you cry, so he'll take whatever you have to say seriously. He'll insist that whatever you're crying about, it's not silly, it's not ridiculous, it's not stupid. Even if it is small and he can't relate, he'll still sympathize with you to the best of his ability.

He's a wonderful listener, and especially patient if it's you. He'll likely do almost anything you want, if that's what you wish. If you want, he can get you your favourite snack or perhaps there's a book in the library you like. Do you want to take a walk outside in the courtyard? See flowers in the greenhouse? Whatever you want, Vega may just do it. He does have his limits though, don't tease him too much... but chances are, he'll let it slide.

He'll remember whatever it is that made you cry if you tell him, or if he finds out by some other means. And he'll do whatever it takes to prevent it as well. Seeing you cry is like a punch in the gut; a smile suits you much better than a tear streaked face.

"Summoner, what happened? Are you hurt? If so, I... Here, use this handkerchief. No, it's okay, I don't mind. May I stay by your side for now?"

[broadwaybalogna]

zutara prompt for you — “ why didn’t you tell me you got hurt. I could have helped you—.”

Awwwwww cute!!!

Here ya go!

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Katara whined as she hugged her stomach in the large bed she laid down in. She continued to move from position to position in order to find some form of peace for her body to no avail. Tears pricked at the sides of her eyes as she continued to struggle through her cramps.

Katara got her first period when she was twelve in the southern water tribe. Being one of the few women in the tribe meant little menstrual products for her as well, so she was forced to make do with what little she had. Her cramps only got worse with time, however, as her body continued to grow. She’d spend days in her room in the Fire Lord’s palace just trying to find a few hours of comfort.

It had been five years since her first period, and she wanted to rip her uterus out.

She found a bathroom in a nearby corridor and slipped in so she could lay on the floor. Fire Nation palaces had nice specious bathrooms that were perfect for laying down on and contemplating one’s life. Katara groaned.

Katara was one of few women Zuko knew, and she honestly doubted he had ever stayed with any of them long enough to witness their menstrual cycle. The only other woman in the castle that they both interacted with was Azula, who Katara’s period quickly synced up to.

After a few minutes of laying on the floor, she picked herself up and walked back to her room. Azula was lucky in that her cramps were nearly nonexistent.

Katara continued to roll in her bed until a knock echoed through the room. Katara would have politely asked the person to leave, but she was too uncomfortable and exhausted to make any more than a loud hum escape her mouth.

“Katara?” She heard Zuko say as he entered the room. Katara was curled up in the bed with the blanket thrown onto the floor, it was too uncomfortably hot.

Upon taking in the state of Katara’s room, he paused. There were a few moments of silence between the two, but Katara was far more focused on her internal pain than her awkward encounter.

Zuko let out a sigh then spoke again, “Azula said I might find you like this.”

Katara groaned, of course Azula wanted to make her brother walk in on her while she was at her worst. Average sibling activities.

“Are you… okay?” He asked. Of course it wasn’t odd for Katara to take a break for four to seven days of each month from her duties as an ambassador, but she never exactly made it well known that it was because she could barely stand without keeling over and nearly throwing up out of pain.

“No,” she said as deadpanned as possible, but it came off more as a whine, if anything.

“You know I- I can help you,” he finally said after more awkward silence. This made Katara turn to face him. What was he getting on about?

“How?” She asked as genuenly as possible.

“Well, I- uh- talked with Azula about…” he paused to imply ‘period’. Katara couldn’t care less. She rolled her eyes. “She said that heat helps,” he finally spilled. This made Katara cock an eyebrow.

She took a deep breath. “You do know where it is that the cramps are, right?” She asked, knowing that if Zuko knew he would never have suggested this in the first place.

“Yes,” he clarified, which took Katara by surprise.

She considered her options. She could either wait for the pain to subside (which could take anywhere between a minute and a few hours) or she could let Zuko grant her comfort, albeit a little odd. She looked over at Zuko. His eyebrows were knitted together like he actually cared about her and her comfort, and he eyed the lower half of her abdomen where her pain centered.

“Okay,” she finally decided with a sharp nod.

Zuko sat down beside where Katara was laying and hovered his hand over where her uterus was.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” she explained. “But if you don’t, I’d prefer to know now.”

“No- it’s fine,” he interjected. He softly laid his hand against her stomach and Katara could feel the small wave of heat begin to pool around her. The heat was more comfortable than anything she had tried before, and she was quick to relax into his touch.

While the warmth didn’t alleviate all pain, it certainly helped and she let out a long pent of sigh of relief.

After a few seconds, she took Zuko’s hand in her own and moved it lower down her abdomen. “Lower,” was all she had to say and Zuko easily complied.

Katara closed her eyes at the her newfound relief, she hadn’t felt this way in what felt like years. She felt herself slowly begin to drift to sleep, and she did nothing to stop her body from accepting it.

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When Katara awoke, Zuko was laying next to her, also asleep, and with his hand still over her uterus. He was in a slightly awkward position which made her appreciate him even more.

Next time she felt this way, she would be sure to grab the firebender as soon as possible.

[obeymefanfiction]

Falling for you: Part 6

Obey Me! Fanfiction Masterlist Featuring: Lucifer, Diavolo, Female Reader Word Count: 1000 Warnings: Angst Disclaimer: Obey Me! Characters belong to Cybird Diavolo knew he had a visitor the moment he arrived back at his castle. When he entered his private study, Lucifer was leaning against the far wall looking exasperated.  "You said you'd explain why I needed to come back to the devildom as soon as possible. I assume it has something to do with this curse you've put on yourself?" Lucifer waved at the hourglass that still sat next to the door. "It never hurts to be cautious. Even with my abilities being limited by the curse I should be able to handle most of my responsibilities." "And the ones you can't?" Lucifer raised a brow.

"For those I may need to depend on you, old friend. I'm sorry." Lord Diavolo's expression revealed his regret and Lucifer sighed. 

"I realize she is endearing for a human, but did you really need to go this far?" Lucifer rubbed two fingers horizontally across his brow with a wince, as though sensing an oncoming headache.   Diavolo sighed and sat down at his desk tapping out an irregular rhythm on the surface. Finally, he glanced up at his friend and asked, "Lucifer… do you remember the last time I lost control of myself?" Lucifer shrugged. "That was a really long time—" then he broke off looking considerably more alarmed. "Is that why you did this?" He asked sounding far more hesitant. "Yes… because I refuse to harm her. I can't avoid that without this." He waved at the hourglass. "I only hope it will give us enough time for her to choose. Choice is so important to humans after all."  Diavolo sighed looking weary. Even with the curse holding him back it was not easy for him to resist the temptation you represented to him. "When she said you had given her time, I knew. No other demon could offer her that." Lucifer sighed. "What will you do if she chooses not to accept you?" "I see only two possibilities if that happens. The first, of course is to send her home." It would be the safest. Disappointing, however, because it may reflect badly on the exchange program. Yet her positive experience so far may be enough to counteract that.” "And the second?" Lucifer asked looking wary again. "You." Diavolo sighed, "It would take nothing less than a mark from you to keep her from me." Lucifer remained silent and absolutely still.  "If she chose to stay, she must accept that. Whether or not you form a pact or claim her completely… o-or simply mark her? That would be between the two of you. But you are the only one who can grant her wish to stay if that is indeed what she wants." His voice was laced with regret. Unfortunately, returning to how things once were was no longer an option. That wasn’t how demons and temptation worked. Not even for him. Diavolo ran an agitated hand through his hair before meeting Lucifer's tumultuous gaze. "I'm so sorry for placing you in this position. I know you care about her a great deal. I would have chosen another path if it was possible."

"You don't owe me an apology Lord Diavolo. You've done so much more to protect her than she may ever know. I agree to explain the mark and her choices when the hourglass grows empty."  "Then you do not see her accepting me?" He asked with a pained smile. "My responsibility to her is what happens if she does not." Lucifer gave him a tempered smile of his own. "Your responsibility is to make her ridiculously happy if she does.” Diavolo said nothing. Hope was a double-edged sword and he couldn’t allow it to distract him. He simply needed to focus on you, and what you wanted. “As far as what I believe? When it comes to her, I've learned to expect the unexpected. Yet, I was still far from prepared for this." Lucifer chuckled. Diavolo nodded and Lucifer excused himself. The Lord of the devildom still sat for some time watching the sand slip away through the hourglass. Wishing to feel the familiar call of magic that would call him to you. After all, he had so little time to persuade you to accept him. So little time to enjoy this… before it might shatter and disappeared forever.

[amberlynnmurdock]

Blind Faith (Ch. 11)

Chapter Eleven: Logic Games

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: You start noticing things about Matt you haven't noticed before. Nelson & Murdock receives an invitation to the annual Bar Dinner at the New York Courthouse.

A/N: Here's the next update! This chapter really sets the plot of the story. I guess this is the start of "Act 2." I can't wait to read what you all think is going to happen. AHHH. So much more to come! Enjoy!! :)

TAGS: @starry-night-20 @sumsytee @queerqueenlynn @mattmurdocksstarlight @marvelcinematiquniverse 

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Hell’s Kitchen 

Another few weeks have gone by without seeing him. 

You didn’t dare think of his name, whomever he was. It wasn’t fair you gave him all that time, all that attention, all that affection, just for him to take it for granted and hurt you the way he did. Never again. You solidified it by throwing his burner phone in your apartment dumpster. You really didn’t need him to save you anymore. 

At least the last few weeks have been more productive than ever. Instead of going out, you stayed in. You enjoyed the quiet in the apartment. It was just you, your LSAT textbook, and your corner desk that gave you a view of the city. If he ever crossed your mind, it was only for a second. A second that made your heart feel like it weighed a thousand pounds. And the moment he left your mind, the weight was gone. 

Well, it was the summer of falling in love with vigilantes, you’d say. A summer you’d never forget—a story you’d be passing down like an urban legend. No one knew of this but only you and him. 

Summer was almost at an end, but your studying wasn’t letting up. If anything, it only got more intense as each night went on. You fervently highlighted concepts of logic games, reading comprehension, and logical reasoning. You were on your second notebook now, a notebook filled with explanations of answers and helpful tips to keep in mind. It was satisfying to see how much you’ve gotten done. 

You snuck in a few studying sessions before work, too. You started getting to the office even earlier. It was easier to forget him when you weren’t at home. So being at the office was a helpful distraction. It helped you focus on things at hand, not things your mind sometimes betrayed you to think of. Instead of thinking of his hands on your waist, you felt how your office chair hugged your body when you leaned back. Instead of thinking of your lips on his, you felt your lips burn at your first sip of coffee. Instead of thinking of all the times you’ve waited for him on your rooftop, you waited for Matt’s arrival to join you in the office. 

And, maybe you never noticed this before, but you certainly were starting to now. One morning, Matt had come in shortly after you. You did your normal morning routine of fixing him up a cup of coffee, to which he politely declined. Slowly putting the cup back in its place, Matt walked by you in the kitchen, and you saw blood dripping down the side of his face. The gasp that left your mouth betrayed you. 

“What’s wrong?” Matt asked, his brows furrowed behind his dark red glasses. 

“I—you’re bleeding,” you said slowly, as you began to closely inspect his wound. It was coming from his temple, poorly covered by a thin bandage. You grabbed for a napkin and before dabbing his wound, you paused. 

“Can I help you clean it? It’s pretty gnarly. It might get on your shirt,” you offered in a small voice. “And you’ve got that hearing later today.” 

“Yeah,” Matt said after some hesitation.

You washed your hands before removing the small bandage from his right temple. Using the napkin, you dabbed at his wound gently—you couldn’t help but wonder how on earth he hurt himself like this. Then again, he was blind…but you didn’t want to offend him. 

“How’d you get this?” You asked as casually as you could. 

“I bent down to get something in my bathroom cabinet,” Matt explained, “I hit my head on the door. I must’ve missed when putting my bandage on. Y’know,” he shrugged sheepishly. You dabbed his wound and tried to ignore the small space between you and your boss. He leaned on the counter with his left hand, his head tilted in the dimly lit kitchen for you to have access to his wound. You were so close, you could smell a hint of his cologne. 

You found a first aid kit that was nearly out of bandaids in the kitchen. Noted. You would pick some up along with coffee and plates tomorrow. 

“I don’t mean for you to take this the wrong way, but have you ever considered a guide dog?” You asked. You placed a brand new bandage that completely covered his wound. Crumpled the bloody napkin and threw it in the trash. Matt let out a soft chuckle. 

“You’re not the first who’s suggested that,” Matt answered. “I don’t think I could handle a dog. I get by on my own fine, save for a few head bumps.” 

“True,” you felt obliged to agree. “Well, you’re all set. Hopefully, the bandaid lasts all day. If not, I can play Nurse again.” Play nurse. That sounded so wrong, you thought. Dammit. 

Matt grinned, tapping his covered wound. “Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome,” you said. Matt cleared his throat and left the kitchen for his office. You found your place in your seat, closed your LSAT textbook, and began to work on files for Nelson & Murdock. 

Later in the day, before Matt’s hearing, you changed his bandaid again, in his office. Door closed. Karen was on the phone with someone in the conference room and Foggy was locked in his office writing a brief. 

You changed Matt’s bandaid. He was silent as he sat in his chair, letting you clean his wound again. You had nothing to say. But you couldn’t shake the strange feeling you got when you noticed how pained he looked, even behind his dark red glasses. It wasn’t as bloody anymore; it shouldn’t hurt anymore. But you were close enough to see how hurt he looked. Jaw clenched, brows furrowed, eyes closed. He didn’t say anything. Did it hurt that bad? 

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Another day in the week, you were really starting to go through the motions of forgetting about him. It was so hard to forget how he made you feel at night. Not just the way he pleased you, but the way he made you feel safe. How you felt so much yourself around him, a stranger in the night. Except he didn’t feel like a stranger at all. How could you feel so passionately for someone whose identity you didn’t know? 

These thoughts plagued your mind; it was hard to detach emotionally. Emily was a psychology major. What was it she said about physical and emotional attachments? It took longer for emotional attachments to go away? Well, it’s only been a month now. August was upon the city. And still, you thought of the emotions he stirred in you. 

Instead of leaving the office at five, like everyone else, you asked if it was okay for you to study for the LSAT in the conference room after hours. 

“Are you sure?” Foggy asked, scrunching his nose. “I mean, I don’t mind, but I can’t imagine being stuck in the office for more than eight hours.” 

“I want to,” you said, “the conference table is big enough for my books. Plus, it’s Friday night, and my roommates will be loud before they head out.” 

“As long as you feel safe,” Karen added. “Text us if you need anything. It can get pretty dark in this area.”

“I’ll be fine.” An image of him flashed in your mind. You didn’t need him anymore. You never did. 

“I’ll be staying late,” Matt interjected, coming out of his office. “I have a few files to catch up on.”

Karen exhaled a sigh of relief. You appreciated how concerned she was for your safety. “Okay. Okay, good.” After working here for a few months, you understood Karen has probably seen the worst of this city in ways you can’t even imagine. 

“Great! Well, I guess Josie’s is off the books tonight. Unless you guys wanted to meet us in an hour or so?” Foggy asked. 

“Maybe,” you were open to the idea. “Let me know where you are in two hours. And hopefully, I get enough studying in so I don’t feel guilty.” 

“Awesome! Hopefully, we’ll see you later.”

Karen and Foggy left, and Matt returned to his office. You sat at the conference table for a while, completely immersed in your textbook. Your mind felt clear and focused as you took notes and answered practice problems. Copying down explanations, reading passages carefully. 

A knock came on the conference door. Of course, it was Matt. 

“Hey,” he greeted quietly. “How’s studying going?” 

“Good,” you answered, “I’m starting to get the hang of it all. Taking practice tests. Logic games are a little tricky.”

Matt smiled, “Logic games were my favorite part of the test.” 

“It’s possible to have a favorite part?” You asked incredulously. Matt laughed. 

“Sometimes, it’s not about the analysis of the test, but your mindset going into it. Don’t treat it like something you have to do; treat it like a hobby.”

“Interesting,” you thought aloud. “Next study session, I’ll have to think of it that way. I don’t want to get burned out.” 

“Definitely don’t get burned out,” Matt agreed. “You’ll need to be sharp on test day.” 

“I know,” you said, “I’m finding a balance.” He leaned against the wall in the conference room, hands in his pockets. Your eyes trailed down to his hands. You saw how red his knuckles were. Bruised, basically. 

“Did you fall, or hurt yourself again?” You asked him. Caught off guard, Matt looked confused. “Your knuckles,” you added. 

“Oh,” Matt took his hands of out his pockets and kept them behind his back. “You know me.” 

You worried, for some reason. But you didn’t press the situation. 

“You know, I wouldn’t mind helping you with any LSAT studying,” Matt offered, “if you wanted.” 

“I’d like that,” you answered, your mind trailing off from his red knuckles. “I’ll use any help I can get. I don’t want to pay for any tutors.”

“I have some time now?” Matt asked. You thought for a moment. It’s been a while since you’ve done anything else but study, and Foggy’s offer of Josie’s was tempting. 

“Maybe we should meet them at Josie’s,” you suggested. “I could use a drink.” 

On your way to Josie’s, you walked with Matt, his hand gently on your elbow, cane tapping in front of him. You couldn’t take your eyes off his red knuckles the whole time. 

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The following Monday, Foggy got the mail from the box outside. He flipped through the envelopes: bill, bill, Super Lawyers magazine, bill, and then suddenly, a large, tapered envelope with a gold stamp appeared in the bunch. It was from the New York Courthouse. Foggy ripped open the envelope and pulled out another tapered paper, with cursive writing and a gold trim. 

The New York Courthouse cordially invites Nelson & Murdock to the Bar Dinner. Please visit us on Friday, August 18th, promptly at 7 PM. Join us for a four-course meal and open bar. Please RSVP by the end of the week, and who will be joining us from your law firm. Maximum two guests. 

“Matt! Matt!” Foggy came running into Matt’s office, shutting the door behind him. “We got invited!” 

“We? For what? Is someone getting married?” Matt asked brows scrunched, one earplug in his ear.

Foggy sighed, “No, you idiot, to the Bar dinner! Our first invite!” Foggy read the invite aloud, and his face dropped when he realized the date. 

“Oh no,” Foggy said, “it’s on the 18th. I’m going to a wedding. Marci’s cousin—damn it! I’ll be gone the whole weekend. Maybe Karen can—“

“The 18th? Karen’s on PTO. Visiting her father in Vermont,” Matt remembered. “There’s always next year, Fog.” 

“No, Matt—we have to go this year. At least, one of us! And it’s got to be you,” Foggy demanded. “We need someone to represent us!” 

“I thought we didn’t care about these showy things,” Matt argued, “they’re filled with nothing but a bunch of pretentious Harvard grads who only care about rubbing shoulders and money.” 

“That’s true but—can’t we just play the part? For one night? Get some recognition, show these chummy lawyers what real justice is!” 

“By eating fancy dinners and getting drunk?” Matt scoffed. “Come on, Fog. It’s not that important.” 

“Well then, at least take advantage of the free food and make fun of the chummy lawyers. Come on, Matt. Please go. Hey! Take __, too! She would love that, don’t you think?” 

Matt’s stomach twisted at the mention of you, the idea of bringing you to a fancy Bar dinner, as his date. It’s been hard enough on Matt to pretend he doesn’t love you, doesn’t care about you like that in the office—to also go to an intimate Bar dinner with you? And pretend again? 

“Oh, Foggy,” Matt took his earbud out of his ear, took his glasses off and rubbed his face. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?” Foggy questioned, “It would be a great experience for her. Something fun. Get all dressed up, make connections.”

“Make connections with the same chummy lawyers we just talked about.” 

“Not all of them are bad. HC&B will be there, I’m sure of it.” 

“Wouldn’t it be weird, me bringing her as my…as my date?” 

“Matt, why are you even thinking like that? It’s for two associates from every firm. It’ll be coworkers, it won’t look weird.”

Matt sighed, his gaze falling short. “If she wants to go, I’ll go.” 

“I’ll ask her,” Foggy quickly said. “Or—actually, you should. Take her under your wing.” 

“I’ll ask her at the end of the day,” Matt said lowly, regretfully.

Foggy clapped his hands, “I’m counting on you, buddy. It’ll be a good time. Make us look good.” 

Matt forced a laugh as Foggy dropped the invitation on his desk. Matt ran his fingers over the texture of the paper and felt the cursive letters. He flipped the paper and sighed. It wasn’t getting any easier, working with you, talking with you. He was pretending all over again. 

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You and Matt stayed after hours again. Matt wasn’t really working, though—he was building the courage to ask you about the Bar dinner. As you wrote fervently in your notebook, studying the LSAT, Matt listened to you from his office. You whispered to yourself the questions, thought out the answers. Your heartbeat was steady. Calm. It reminded him of how you felt in his arms on your rooftop, safe. Before things went badly. 

Ever since, Matt’s completely thrown himself into his work—and not his lawyer work, but his other work. He went out nearly every night and found crime to stop, at the expense of his body. So much, you were starting to notice his bruises and wounds. When you cleaned his wound that one morning, he told himself he shouldn’t let you help him. And it was worse when you actually touched him. Your touch that transported him back to your roof, when you’d let him touch you all over. He craved your touch again. When you helped him again later that day, the thought was so painful, he had to keep quiet. Keep to himself. Not let you know how your touch had an effect on him. 

Matt entered the conference room, knocked on the door as he usually did. You paused your writing. By the sound of your voice, he could tell you were smiling at him. A smile he can only imagine. 

“Hey,” you greeted him. “Treating this like a hobby.” You said in reference to his advice last week. Matt laughed. 

“Good, good. I still want to help you study, but you seemed pretty focused.” 

“Yeah," you said sheepishly, “I mean, if you want to join me now.” 

Matt felt the envelope in his back pocket crinkle. It could wait. Matt reached out in front of him to feel for the desk. He sat in the chair next to you, his knee accidentally nudging yours—you were that close. 

“Tell me what you’re working on,” Matt said. 

Logic games, of course. You read through the problems and explained your answers to him. Matt felt like he was half there, and the other half he was thinking of all the hurtful things he’s done to you, as your savior. Talking to you like you didn’t exile him a while ago was hard. It was like talking with lead, talking with a bitter taste in his mouth. He pushed these thoughts away, explained his view on certain logic game problems. It was a good distraction, but not long enough. Your laugh in his ears, your scent in his nose, your presence next to him—all terrible and lovely reminders of what he could’ve had with you if he’d just been honest. 

Matt left the conference room as you began to pack your things. He still hasn’t asked you about the Bar dinner. 

When he exited his office, you nearly ran into him as you walked toward him. Your chests collided. Matt’s heart pounded as he fought the urge to pull you in close like that. 

“Oh,” you jumped, “I’m sorry. I should’ve just waited by the front door.” 

“No, no,” he said, “It’s okay.” He didn’t change the distance between you both, which was very close. Matt felt the envelope in his pocket. “Did you need something?” 

“No, I just wanted to wait for you,” you said laughing softly. 

“Oh,” Matt smiled, “okay. Well, I actually had a question for you.” He reached for the envelope in his back pocket and held it up upside down. You gently took the paper from his hands and read the invitation. 

“I was wondering if you’d be interested in going,” Matt said, “with me. Foggy will be out of town and Karen’s on PTO. And he really, really wants our firm to be represented.” 

“Wow,” you said in slight shock, “this is pretty legit. I’m allowed to go?” 

Matt cocked his head and made a “why not” face. “If you want.” 

“Definitely,” you said, holding the invitation in amazement. “I guess I’ll have to get a fancy dress.” 

“I’ll have to rent a tux,” Matt chuckled. “Good. Then it’s a date. Well, you know—not a date, but—“

“I know, Matt,” you said softly. His gaze was down, his expression unreadable behind his dark red glasses. You felt the urge to take them off. 

He was still standing close to you, but you felt an invisible buffer of tension between your chests. An undeniable tension you wanted to get out of immediately—not because you were scared, but because you were curious—which you thought was worse. You swallowed hard. A warmth spread in your stomach. 

“We should get going, right?” Matt broke the silence. You backed away as he grabbed for his coat on the hanger. 

“Right,” you agreed. 

You and Matt walked outside, his hand on your elbow. When you reached the corner of the street, you turned to face him. You found he was already gazing in your direction, behind his dark red glasses. 

“Well,” you began, “get home safe, Matt. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” 

“Be safe,” Matt added, holding onto your elbow as you made an attempt to walk away. You gladly fell back in his grasp. Matt’s hand let go of your elbow. His fingers gently traced the length of your forearm, fingertips stopping at your wrist. Your heart fluttered, feeling his fingertips dangerously close to your hand. Matt pulled away, and offered a smile. 

“I will,” you broke the silence, still feeling his soft touch. Like his touch, your thoughts lingered on the moment for the rest of the night. 

[lynn-tged-posting]

tged webtoon ep 160 spoilers and thoughts that i am a tad bit late on (sorry abt that) below the cut

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bugs when you lift a rock

I REALLY REALLY LIKED THIS EP IT WAS SUPER COOL AND THE BALANCE BETWEEN THE GAGS AND THE COOL PANELS WAS GREAT

i fucking love . javier being smug so so much THIS WAS SO FUCKING FUNNY HAHAAHAHHAA bud knows his worth fr he really looks like an angel

they're so stupid /aff what's wrong with them

AND RAPHAEL'S WEAPON REVEAL. HOLY FUCKING SHIT.

I LOVE LOVE LOVE GIGANTIC WEAPONRY. IT'S MY FAVORITE THING EVER WHEN WEAPONS OF CHOICE ARE ABSURDLY HUGE AND THIS REALLY REALLY WINS THAT. ALSO I AM TERRIFIED FOR THEM BECAUSE OH MY GOD THIS LOOKS SCARY but also it having a very normal Office Product Name is HILARIOUS LOL yes the multipurpose business hammer. for business. it's big but don't worry about it .

we also have a date for when the great war in the mythical age occurred! i haven't quite started a whole Lorasia Timeline thing yet but thisll be useful for future reference i think

plus plus, the way the jewel of truth tells the truth,,, is by bypassing the heavenly realms rules and accessing something beyond that. it could be related to the system that lloyd is using? or when javier became a grandmaster how his mana changed to something beyond the laws of causality , or whatever that was. might be related!!!

THE PRAYER GAG WAS FUNNY BUT ALSO MADE MY HEART ACHE BECAUSE- LIKE OKAY THE "also i want to live life selfishly and freely in retirement" IS SO REAL OF HIM BUT ALSO

i really truly believe that this second panel is how he really truly feels. living like a bum aside, lloyd has always put others first, he's always protected other people before himself. lloyd also tends to always try and take things into his own hands, taking the reins and pulling things into his control, so that he can achieve this unknowingly noble goal of protecting those close to him.

it makes the fact that the moment he heard about making a prayer he does it IMMEDIATELY, so so so heartache to me; maybe i'm overanalyzing/overthinking these things, but as someone who doesn't quite believe in higher power and also as someone with a lot of easily-hurtable pride:

do you realize what it takes to fall to your knees, to beg and to pray to be heard, to be at the mercy of someone else, for something you want?

that HURTS a LOT. seeing lloyd immediately bow his head and pray like this. he's desperate not to lose it all - he can't, not when the goal is so close - and fighting the angel really isnt smth they should do at all bc people would get hurt. and so he's on his knees for someone else to grant that privilege of building this jewel of truth... it could be my perspective / feelings influencing how i perceive this ofc, maybe it's really not that deep, but it Hurt me and i felt the need to explain why LMFAO

anyway, me inflicting psychic damage on myself aside, JAVIER VS RAPHAEL!!! THEIR WHOLE FIGHT IS SO SO COOL AND JAVIER LOOKS FUCKING INSANE /POS

the sheer power of their collisions/parrying sending REVERBERATIONS LIKE THAT is so fucking CRAZY javier has grown so so strong and the fact that he's sparring w an ANGEL is so fucking COOL GOD THIS IS SO COOL

AND THE CLOSEUPS ON JAVIERS FACE TOO THEY MAKE ME INSANE LIKE WHAT THE SHIT HE'S SO FUCKING COOL

LIKE NO FUCKING WONDER HE WAS THE MAIN CHARACTER OF TKOBAI HE LOOKS AND ACTS THE PART SO SO WELL HE'S SO MAIN CHARACTER SHAKES HIM AROUND HE'S SO COOL

poor lloyd tho the sounds of the fight fucking him up bc of the swordmaster syndrome RIP though it does look like he's handling it better than before!

there's still a lot of push and blur bc of the overwhelming sounds but it feels less chaotic and messy than the panels from last ep, like it looks more controlled i think? like the lineart looks much more stable here, so it seems like the meditation/training helped!!!

ALSO ALSO SOLITAS YAYAYAYAYAYY ITS MY BOY MY FAVORITE SIDE CHAR the mid-transformation panels are so so cool!!! so many awesome things this week heehee

AND VERKIS YAYYY YAYAYAYAYY honestly yeah it tracks that the three biggest powers on lorasia fighting at all would just. fuck up the world good thing he stopped solitas,,, even if solitas doesnt know who he is HAHAHA LMFAOOO "... who are you?" HAHAHA

OH AND BACK TO THE FIGHT RAPHAEL'S HALO THAT'S SUCH A COOL MECHANIC

that's so cool that the halo can be used defensively like this!!! and it stands just fine after one of javier's strikes too that's so crazy

it makes a lot of design sense too w the way he's dressed, and also with the sheer SIZE of his weapon; you'd think that he'd have like, armor or something if he was going somewhere expecting a fight, but all he's wearing is a nice clean white suit. but that's cause the halo does all the defense work for him!!! and with the weapon too like, if you need to suddenly defend but you're in the middle of an attack and unable to shift your momentum, the halo's got you covered! it'd be hellish trying to stop your trajectory with the swing of a hammer THAT large, it looks like its made of straight up metal/steel, so when you swing you HAVE to follow through. u wouldn't be able to really defend with it

im just saying all the same stuff at this point but GOD THIS IS COOL AND CLEAN HALO MECHANICS I LIKE IT A LOT

the effects in general are just SOOOO awesome in this episode im really happy about that heehee, the artist rlly popped off!!

AND FINALLY,,, LLOYD PREPARES TO SING,,,

THE FUCKING DEMON SHAPE IN THE SHADOW BEHIND HIM OH MY GODDD HAHAHAAA

see like. i'm genuinely wondering whether or not this'll work or if it'll like, cancel out like PEMDAS, cause like raphael would be considered a holy creature, right? and lloyd's singing is considered demonic, and so those two powers are opposites, so would it be like neutralized overall?? like would raphael just lose his power, or maybe lose control of his halo, or would he actually take damage from his singing?

sorry that's really silly HAHA but i thought it'd be funny to think about, im really excited to see where this fight goes!!!! i really hope we get more cool moments this is so sick i'm so excited!!!!

okay okay thats it hehe see y'all next week (as in later this week lmfao)

[echo-goes-mmm]

Divine Intervention AU #5

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This wasn’t the first time Ambrose wanted to tear his hair out and scream “why are you like this?” to humans, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

Seriously, what the fuck? Ambrose had spats with other gods, sure. And sometimes they got bloody. But gods don’t die. 

Humans killed each other all the time and worse! He thought it would be the other way around honestly. A god could recover from literally anything, so who cared? Humans were fragile and knew it, you’d think they wouldn’t kill each other out of solidarity.

Ambrose couldn’t imagine going without one of his kin. There were so few of them; all precious in his heart (even when one was being an ass). 

Not to imply he didn’t like mortals. Hannah was great! Ambrose was fond of all his priests, and most worshippers. Children were sweet little gremlins and he loved spoiling them. Maybe he granted too many wishes, but he couldn’t say no if a little kid wanted a little luck on their math exam. Or if a child wanted a bully to get in trouble. 

Or if a mortal wanted to be his pet, apparently.

Some of his kin had human lovers. Ambrose could see the appeal, but every time one of them died, or refused immortality, he could see the grief etched into their faces. He’d much rather mess around with his fellow gods than lose a loved one forever. 

He didn’t have much of a choice, now. What would happen to Elliot if he refused him? He’d go right back into slavery, tortured, probably raped based on how lewdly they dressed him, and eventually die in pain. 

Ambrose could deal with the heartbreak if it meant the poor thing was safe. He vanished them out of the temple and into the divine realm. Elliot stumbled when they landed. Ambrose grasped his arm to keep him from falling.

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“Sorry about that, love. It takes some getting used to.” Elliot’s vision swam and he stumbled, but Master caught him. After a moment, his head settled enough to take a look around.

The temple was gone. The weather had changed from cloudy to a perfectly warm sunny day, and they stood in the prettiest courtyard Elliot had ever seen. There were so many flowers and hedges, butterflies, statues of animals, and fountains.

But the best part was a koi pond in the center, full of shimmering fish in reds, oranges, and white. 

Ambrose led him to one of the doorways surrounding the courtyard. He pushed the velvet curtain aside, revealing an equally beautiful bedroom.

“The other doorways lead to other gods’ rooms,” explained Ambrose. “I’d rather you didn’t go in without being invited. They won’t hurt you, but they won’t be happy with it.”

“I understand, Master.” Elliot wasn’t a worshiper. He’d never been to a temple before today, and no one bothered explaining the gods to him. He wasn’t even sure what Ambrose was a god of. What were the other gods like? Elliot wasn’t keen on finding out.

Ambrose opened a door that apparently went to some kind of walk-in closet. He beckoned him in. 

“I’ll move some of this over for you, so you can have your own shelves. What would you like to wear? I can conjure more things for myself, so pick out what you’d like for today. I’m not going to parade you around practically naked.”

Elliot didn’t like the silks either. They were sheer, and didn’t even wrap all the way around his hips. He considered the clothes in front of him. There was a nice, plain cotton skirt in cream he liked. And a soft long-sleeved green shirt. They fit perfectly, despite how much bigger Ambrose was to him. They were probably magic. The shirt brushed against his freshly pierced ears and he winced.

“Master… May I take off the earrings?”

“Of course, pet. Don’t wear anything you don't want to.” Ambrose helped him take them off. “And you can wear anything you like. I’ll get it for you if I don’t already have it.”

There was something Elliot wanted. But he held his tongue. A collar was for wanted pets, and Ambrose hadn’t wanted him. Master was angry that he was stuck with Elliot, so unfortunately a nice collar was out of the question. He just hoped the other gods wouldn’t take it as a sign he was up for grabs.

Ambrose let him wash the makeup off his face. Even the bathroom was amazing. Hot water on demand and a huge tub that could fit five. 

Master had work to do, and disappeared behind another doorway draped with fabric with instructions to call if Elliot needed him.

He decided to watch the fish in the pond while he waited for Ambrose. Maybe he could earn a collar if he was good. He’d be the perfect pet for his Master.

“Well hello,” said a voice behind him. “Who are you?”

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