#i don't really care what happens after that i just don't want to be one of those people that is always talking about writing a book

[hrrtshape]

i am finally at financial peace and my 3d is bullshit!!!!!!!!!!!. or how i climbed my sisyphean mountain. or manifestation success story!!!!!!!!!! because i know people need loa blogger to show their results!!!!

emmanation. listen. i know after today some of you were looking at me like. oh. she's hit the limit. this is the peak. how could it possibly get better than balenciaga and multiple rounds of free café crème. and to that i say: babies of mine. don't tempt fate. of course it can get better. of course it will. that's literally the whole point of me being on this app. i’m everyone’s fairy godmother.

so. context: we splurged. a few monsters. maybe you saw the earlier post. but here's the part you don't know. just under two years ago, my mom's bakery empire lwk collapsed lol. roman republic style. one minute we were doing tasting menus for private chefs, the next i'm shoplifting m&ms because the cashier's back was turned and my lunch was a moral question. my mom had to start a whole new business from actual scratch. we're talking: me skipping school to crack ten dozen eggs. me piping gluten-free mille feulle at midnight. me doing admin work while covered in flour and let me be real, businesses don't exactly pull louis vuitton profits in year one. and yet.

last year for my birthday i had ice cream. no cake. i paid for my own lunch. and i smiled through it because what else do you do. this year? i got a 2.5k louis bag. limited edition. last one in paris. you tell me if that's a manifestation win.

(also yes. i've shifted. fifteen times since like. late jan. early feb. but with shifting it’s hard to PROVE???? it???? so here’s my manifestation success story lol because at least my cr is tangible.)

and before anyone asks why i'm not permashifting. the answer is obvious. my mom. she's in all my drs, yes. she's always fine there. but i can't leave her here yet. i just can't. not while there's still rent. not while i can still help. i don't care how many authors i am in how many timelines, she's my person.

and this matter to me. because. like. not just for the receipts. not just for the bag, i can get one in my drs lol. not even for the fact that the saleswoman said “this is the only one in-store in paris left” and my mom still said yes.

it matters because this is still my…………i dont know. not original place, but the place i’m in. the one i always woke up in. the one with the same street corners and same bank account passwords and same people who think change is slow or conditional or maybe not even possible. and i needed, needed!!!!!!!!!!! to prove that it is. that you can turn it all around with nothing but the words in your head. not a job, not a plan, not a miracle, just the assumption that it’s already done.

because i’ve been wanting a bag like this since i was like ten when i first saw regina george waltz around with that pink lv sakura bag. before i even knew what loa was. before shifting. before i could spell balenciaga properly. and when i started affirming it, when i started saying it’s mine over and over and over, it didn’t make sense. not with our finances, not with our timeline, not with what we had left in savings. like it shouldn’t have worked. but it DID. because i didn’t flinch. i said “it’s mine” even when it looked like a joke, even when we walked into the store with maybe zero intent to buy, even when the price tag could’ve said dream on.

and then it happened, and not because i had shifted or because i worked hard. or that i deserved it. but because i assumed. i decided it was mine and everything else rerouted.

so no. this isn't me going “yay look at my hauls!!!” this is me going: this is the chapter where i realise reality really does melt if you keep poking it. i’m telling you because it’s real. you don’t have to wait, you don’t have to earn. you just have to assume. and keep assuming even when the world says you’re dumb for it. especially then. that’s when it’s working.

and i only started understanding loa properly-properly like. three months ago? and already the dominoes are going down!!!!!!!!!!i'm telling you!!!!!!!it's not about how. you already know how. the part you're scared of is doing it without flinching, so do it. don't wait for it to feel holy. don't wait to be worthy. just assume. it's so much closer than you think, i promise, i really, really promise.

[loveqnai]

hiii loveyy!! i loved your oscar fic smmm 😭

could you please write one with oscar where the actress!reader gets injured while shooting an action scene in a marvel or any movie?? and then he gets all worried and takes care of her 🥹

its okay if you don't want to!!! love your work 🎀

mini incident | op81

-the one with the stunt injury

-pairing- oscar piastri x fem!reader

-use of y/n, injury description, slight angst, overall fluff

-a/n- thank you sm for the request anon!! and i'm glad you liked the oscar fic!

you had always been the one to do your own stunts, unless it was something very extreme. you enjoyed the thrill of doing your own stunts and watching yourself on the screen. oscar admired you for that, but that also meant constant worry and anxiety for him.

working in marvel films had its own glory, but the stunts were no joke. of course you had your own stunt double, but today, you had decided to do your own scene.

"are you sure? it's a little risky." cate, your director asked.

"i'll be fine." you gave her a smile. it's not like you were going in unprepared. you had been trained by your stunt coordinator for this particular scene.

some stunt performers helped you gear up, making sure you were secure. you were wearing a full body harness, since it was a height stunt.

you were supposed to run and jump off a roof to another, and fight off a few stunt performers. the tricky part? you had to do a flip mid air and strike your character's 'iconic pose' when you land. it didn't seem too difficult in theory, having done stunts like this before. but this time it felt too real.

the building felt too high, the safety gears felt loose on you, the wind felt too strong against you, the other roof felt too far away. you were in a daze, trying to calm down and convince yourself that you could do it. in the daze, you didn't realize when cate said 'action!' and you didn't get time to prepare yourself mentally.

you ran across the roof and jumped. the harness pulled you upwards and you flipped mid air. everything was going perfectly, until it all went downhill.

you timed your landing incorrectly, and your chin collided with the parapet wall of the other roof. immense pain is what you felt for a few seconds, and then nothing.

you were hanging mid air, not moving. panic settled amongst the crew members and your co-stars. you were brought to the ground, immediately treated by the medics on set.

the hard blow on your chin had jolted your brain, causing you to temporarily pass out. lily, your co-star, wasted no time in calling oscar, your boyfriend.

oscar had just gotten out of a meeting, and was thrilled to see your contact pop up on his phone. he really needed to hear your voice after hours of listening to monotonous voices.

"hey love, thank god you called—" he started, but immediately paused after hearing lily's panicked voice on the other end.

"oscar, this is lily. y/n, she passed out while doing a stunt and its all bloody here, just— please come." and oscar did just that.

he wasted no time and reached the hospital you were taken to. he was still in his mclaren merch when he reached.

"where is she?" he asked lily in a frenzy.

"she's inside, she's awake and okay now. you can go inside."

oscar entered the hospital room to find you laying on the bed, phone in one hand and a bowl of fruits in the other. you were still in your costume, except there was a bandage on your chin. you looked up and your eyes immediately lit up on seeing your boyfriend.

"oscar!" you called out. oscar made his way to your side and took your hand in his, gently hugging you. he made sure not to touch any of your wounds.

"are you okay? how did this happen?" he asked softly, planting kisses on your forehead.

"i don't know, i was doing a stunt and i didn't time my landing correctly. and then this happened." you pointed towards your chin. oscar shook his head.

you were discharged an hour later and oscar offered to take you home. your shoot had been postponed for the next week. you couldn't help but feel guilty.

you noticed oscar had been quiet the entire ride home. in fact, he hadn't spoken in the hospital either— only talking when needed. when you reached home, you finally confronted him about it.

"oscar, what's wrong?" you asked as you sat beside him.

"nothing, why?" he replied quietly, not looking at you. you gently cupped his cheek and made him face you.

"what's wrong?" you asked again, softer this time. he eyed your bandage and you knew what was going on in his head.

"i was really scared. i thought something really bad happened to you when lily called," he started.

"you need to stop putting yourself in danger all the time, y/n. you have stunt doubles— its their job that you do. please, for my sake, don't do these risky stunts." he pleaded as he took both your hands in his.

"it's my job too, oscar. sometimes i have to do these stunts, that's what i've signed up for."

"small stunts, i understand. but what about the serious ones? where you have to jump from building to building or jump off of a fucking chopper? that's not for you to do!"

"i've never even jumped off a chopper!"

"you could!" he argued.

you didn't say anything, you just hugged him tightly and he hugged you right back.

"i'm okay love. i'll always be. please don't worry about me. it was just a mini incident."

"how can i not worry? how did they even let this happen, i don't understand— they're supposed to have safety gears," oscar gently used his index finger to tilt your chin up, taking a look at your wound.

"i had safety gear on, it wasn't supposed to happen but hey— at least i'm alive." you half-joked.

"shut up."

"no, actually. lily said i was hanging mid-air— like i was actually gone,"

"don't say that!" he gasped slightly. for a moment you both were staring into each other's eyes, then oscar leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on your lips.

"promise me something."

"what?"

"you won't ever jump off a chopper."

"what is it with you and choppers?"

the end

[chaoticwriting]

Old Friend 3

Part 2

As the bats arrive at the scene, they see goons laying down unconscious with bullet holes scattered everywhere. From their trained eyes, they could see that none of the men were harmed. Not even injured.

They stealthily snoop around looking for evidence or any clue of what's happening when they see an open door leading down the basement. Entering the door leads to a staircase down underground into what is presumed to be a secret lab.

Batman: Scarecrow's lab. Spoiler, Robin. Gather evidence while Black Bat and I investigate further.

Spoiler and Robin: Yes.

The further along they go, the more tubes of green liquids they see. If this amount of fear gas is released in Gotham, even neighboring cities might get affected. They prepare themselves for an ambush when suddenly, they see Scarecrow hanging upside down more bloodied than the goons outside.

They move closer and suddenly, a small light catches their eyes and when they turn, they see Danny sitting on the workbench with a cigarette in one hand and a tin of beer in another.

They prepare themselves for a fight when suddenly, Danny speaks.

Danny: Hey, you got a cure or something for the gas thingy? I don't really care but I would rather not see my family and friends dead and their voices screeching my name.

Startled, Batman takes out an antidote for the fear gas and throws it to Danny. Danny catches it and touches it before jabbing it on his arm.

Batman: What are you doing here?

Danny: Hello to you too Mr. Batman. I'm just here to spend some excess energy. You can take away the guy. No need to thank me.

-30 minutes ago-

As Danny walks down the alley, he can feel the emotions lingering in the city. Fear, despair, anger. If he is a hormonal teenager, these emotions would have influenced him heavily. Fortunately, he is now a full grown adult from a human standpoint and a kid by ghost standard.

However, he also doesn't like these lingering emotions in the air. Unlike Amity Park where the emotions are quite spread out, the emotions here are quite centered. Sensing the source, he sees a huge asylum that reeks of not only negative emotions but also dark magic and divinity.

Yeah, he is not touching that with a 10 foot pole. Suddenly, a burst of fear comes from a warehouse somewhere in the distance. Danny flies there to investigate when he sees the warehouse fully guarded by armed men.

Seeing that none of them looks like good guys plus the burst of fear, Danny lands in front of the building detransformed and takes out 2 batons from his long coat.

The goons start to shout as they see Danny coming close but when they see he doesn't bother with their warning, they start shooting. What they don't expect however is the guy to dodge all of their bullets and then knock them out right after.

When Danny enters the warehouse, all the goons turn to him. If he is in a good mood, he would have made a joke or two. Unfortunately for them, Danny is not really into jokes right now. So he rushes towards the nearest goon while they are still stunned.

It's not before Danny knocks down a few of the goons do they react and reach for their guns. After all, they fully expect the bats or the birds to attack them but not a random guy wearing a long coat with a pair of batons.

One by one, the goons fall as Danny ricochets from one to another. He moves so fast that at some point the goons start to just shoot randomly hoping to hit him.

But alas, for a highly trained assassin, all of these goons are easy work if he wants to kill them. When Danny stops, all that is left are bodies on the ground unconscious. Looking at his coat that is grazed, Danny frowns but continues towards a door that screams "the boss is here".

Entering it leads Danny down a staircase into a room full of tubes. Green liquids fill the tubes as they let out an ominous glow. Touching a drop that falls on the floor, Danny can feel the essence of fear coming from it.

Suddenly, one of the tubes starts to move and empty itself as green gas starts to fill the room. Danny accidentally catches a whiff of the gas and suddenly, his eyesight starts to blur and he can hear screaming all around him.

When it becomes clear again, all he sees is the dead bodies of his friends and families. Dad, mom, Jazz, Sam, Tucker, Vlad, Wes, Valerie and even Cass. All of them, laying on the ground with blood flowing from their bodies. Suddenly, all of them start to chant his name.

"All of this is your fault" One of them says.

"Why can't you save us?" Another one screams.

"You cause this!" All of them shout together.

However, throughout it all Danny barely flinches. His face blank and his body unmoving. He remembers when this was once his nightmare. Living everyday in fear for his loved ones to die.

But all of that has long change. Danny has experienced the nightmare so many times that he has become numb to it. Especially since he knows these are all illusions.

Since all of his five senses are not working, Danny releases a small burst of omnidirectional ectoplasm, which is a technique he learns from Pandora. He called it Ectolocation. When the ectoplasm bounces back, he can feel a figure slowly approaching him. When the figure enters his range, he quickly swings his baton knocking the guy unconscious.

Danny sets the guy upside down then finds a chair to rest. Taking out a can of beer and a pack of cigarettes, Danny waits as he wonders when the vigilantes or the polices are gonna arrive.

@tkiesai @phoenixdemonqueen

[gtzgoblin]

I've been thinking about this episode all week because I'm gonna have to watch it again with my kid this weekend but I just can't get over Belinda. She started off such a strong character, she was calling the Doctor out on his shit, she didn't want to be there, he was being almost sinister in his attempts to keep her with him and like the time didn't pass for her to be the way she was in the Space Eurovision episode never mind the end of the last one.

Now don't get me wrong, I have a kid, I would go into the box with my kid in a second if there was any risk there. I understand why Belinda did that in character at that moment. But when she vanished, the only person bothered by that was Ruby (which I did feel terrible for her about, don't get me wrong, I was desperate to give her a cuddle coz she's been hard done by these last two series as the Doctor dropped in and destroyed her life as ever). If Belinda had given any sort of unease (in the series to suggest she was a mother and time had changed or at the end when Ruby was creating) I'd be more open to the ending but, like, the Doctor has then saddled this woman with a little kid she had no knowledge of before the event - he literally changed time to make it so - and Poppy didn't even turn out to be his. Now Belinda has an ex and has to work nights and it just could have been written so much better even without changing the ending if they really had to go there - but they didn't! The other weird baby went to Carla. In the Space Babies ep Poppy wanted the Doctor and Ruby to be her parents. Ruby was the one who knew she was gone and cared. I don't understand why Belinda ended up with her when she'd shown absolutely no wish for a kid outside of a situation where she was brainwashed.

And on top of that why was Ruby the only one who knew? Why couldn't Belinda be the special one in that occasion? Her character was just watered down through the series and like, the companions have their flaws, but I've been watching s11 and by the end of that series Yaz has tonnes more depth and she's much younger and much more wobbly in herself (due to age). Amy Pond had a similar storyline and it broke my heart.

The episode itself, and most of the series, I've enjoyed on a surface level (that left me with a bad taste in my mouth admittedly) but that's all down to the acting of the cast, who have been wonderful. Ncuti, Millie, Varada, all of the UNIT cast, Anita Dobson and Archie Panjabi were fantastic (and the Ranis exit sucked too, what a let down) I hated Conrad because Jonah Hauer-King was so good (when Ruby was going on about his dad my heart stopped coz me and my husband had a bet on whether the Master and Lucy Saxon were his parents).

I get that things out of the series' control happened, and things had to change because of it, but everyone deserves a good send off and that send off for poor Ncuti was not only lacklustre (excluding Jodie, but again, she didn't need to be there) but overshadowed as much as his first one (still not over DT getting an award for the regeneration when it was Jodie's exit) which is absolute bullshit for the MAIN CHARACTER of the show. He should have had a better, more pointed regeneration. Even the Rani hitting him with a damn laser or Omega getting him (I'd rather we forgot about Omega altogether though, that also sucked) would've been better than him changing time for no reason.

And why couldn't he have gone to find the real Poppy on his way out, seen her happy with her family, or brought those babies back to earth where someone could've looked after them instead of making Belinda a one-dimensional incubator and happy about it?

Ugh, go back to the £5 budget and filler episodes running down corridors that are flashing red against a Dalek, or something bad CGI with big teeth please. Two of my favourite ever episodes are the Jodie one with the Dalek and the time loop and the Matt one in that hotel with the minotaur and they were just classic Doctor Who: show string budget, non-compicated plot, some cool companion events, the Doctor shows off after thinking it's all doomed.

That's better than this.

(P.S. did I misinterpret the genetic bomb thing? Is that how the Master wiped them all out or not? If so, how did he keep some of them in the cybersuits (I'm guessing he chose specific people he hated most to be exempt), he'll be furious at bigeneration (I stand by that that's a stupid concept though I'm glad Anita is still lurking somewhere), and also how did the Doctor then bigenerate if he's not technically a Time Lord? Is he a Time Lord? I never got the nuance of that so decided to just ignore it...)

(P.P.S I fucking hate gimmicks so I'm not touching that regeneration with a barge pole)

(P.P.P.S if DT doctor regenerates will he regenerate, will he turn into Ncuti again, will he turn into someone else, go backwards into Jodie, or will he just explode and destroy the earth?)

if you asked me a week ago how i thought 15 would die i would have guessed succumbing to his injuries after rescuing rogue from hell and dying homosexually in his arms but. no. instead he dies forcing a baby onto a woman who has never shown interest in motherhood. great...

[wlwsoccerfics]

Bad Back(StephCatleyXArsenalReader)

Summary: during a Game you get a Back injury that leaves you with a back brace for a few months and your wife takes Care of you.

You and Daphne switched every other Game. Both sharing the Spot of Number one Goalkeeper on the Team. You liked that alot Sharing the Spot with your best friend and fellow dutchie.

Currently you were on the way to the Game at the emirates. Your wife Steph was driving. You didn't Drive with the team on the Bus cause you planned on visiting Manchester with Steph and Beth to see your sister Viv. She was your twin. You weren't identical but still had that Special twin bond. Vic was watching Myle and Calvin for you Guys so you could take the two later with you Guys to Manchester.

"i am excited to see Viv!" You told your wife. Steph laughed softly. Of course she wasn't surprised to hear that.

"i would be concerned If you weren't excited Babe. For real. I don't know who is more excited to see Vivi, you or Beffy!" Your wife answered.

"okay valid! I don't know either." You admitted and chuckled softly.

"are you excited about the game today? I know how much you enjoy Games against Manchester United." Your wife replied.

"Very excited." You let her know. "You?" You asked.

"very much." Steph said softly.

When you reached the Stadium you walked to the changing room together, Hand in Hand. Running into Kim & Leah on the way there.

"aww it's our newly weds!" Leah stated teasingly. You have been married for 3 years and have been together for almost 5. But it was no Secret that you still often acted like freshly in Love Teens. So the Team liked to tease you two about it.

"Jealous much, Williamson?" You asked just as teasingly. Leah was one of your best friends.

"Like she is any better with Elle!" Kim replied. Chuckling softly.

"Point for you, Kimmy!" Steph said and smiled. All of sudden you felt someone jump onto your back, quickly holding her.

"Hoi beste vriendin." You heard Daphne say. You smiled and held her up on your back with one arm. ( hi bestie. )

"Hoi Daphne." You replied and smiled softly.

"Je gaat het vandaag geweldig doen! Dat weet ik zeker!" Daphne let you know, which made you smile even more. ( you gonna do amazing today! i just know it! )

"Bedankt." You replied. Your little group made it's way into the changing rooms.

You sat down and put on your Football cleats after greeting everyone.

"i am excited to Play against Tooney!" Alessia admitted.

"we gonna kick Manchester Uniteds Asses!" Katie stated.

"i am looking forward to this Match too!" You hear Codi say.

The Game was going great for you Guys. Arsenal was in the lead right now. 2-0 was the Score. You did some great saves. It was almost half time when Manchester United was awarded a Corner kick. You jump towards the ball. So did Leah and Millie Turner. The two didn't only knock eachother down but also made you lose your Balance when you went back down from the jump and fell hard against the Goalpost. Whimpering in pain.

"y/n!" Steph yelled out. Your wife kneeled in front of you. Millie and Leah back on their feet. Thankfully they weren't Hurt. You on the other hand.

"don't move, y/n! The medics are coming over." Katie said.

"my back, it feels weird." You admitted. Tears streaming down your face.

"i am right by your side, Babe!" Your wife answered. The medics made sure to be really careful. They put on a Neck brace just in case. Steph was allowed to Go to the hospital with you.

Your twin has watched the Scene on TV in Horror and was trying to call Steph now. Viv felt sick to her stomach.

"Steph, thank god! I was freaking out because i thought you wouldn't answer my call. And i saw what happened on tv. How is y/n?" Your sister wanted to know.

"she is getting a Check up right now. I am in the waiting room!" Your wife let your sister know. Your sister was currently on the way to London. In fact she was calling from the Car.

A little while later Steph was back by your side. Holding your Hand. You sat on your back with a back brace on.

"you have a fractured back bone. So the brace has to stay on. Apart from when you shower of course. There is no surgery needed but the healing process can take Up to 12 weeks." The doctor told you.

"when can i go home?" You wanted to know.

"in two days. We just want to Help you adjust to what's going on right now with your Body and then you are allowed to go home. Cause i know your Club is gonna make sure you gonna be okay!" The doctor answered. He happened to be a big Fan so you and Steph signed a picture for him.

Viv looked at you. She was quite glad to see that you didn't look as fragile anymore. Because on tv that looked alot different.

"i am glad you will be fine after the twelve weeks! Cause i was super freaked out." Your twin said and took your hand gently. Giving it a small squeeze.

"i am glad about that too. Especially cause i have Plans with my wife!" You answered.

"i don't need to know about my best friend and my sister in law having Sex!" Beth stated when she walked into your Hospital room.

"that's Not what i was talking about!" You told her and playfully rolled your eyes.

"my Love was actually talking about trying for a Baby!" Steph admitted. Viv and Beth both looked surprised but Happy.

"oh my god! I am excited when that happens!" Daphne happily said, when she walked into the room.

"you will be one of the First ones to know!" You told your best friend.

Two weeks later you really have gotten used to the back brace. As much as one can. Your wife did alot to help you and made things alot easier for you.

"thank you Babe. For everything, i mean it!" You replied after she handed you a Plate with cut Up strawberries and a cheese Sandwich.

" i married you and promised through the good and the Bad. What Kind of wife would i be If i didn't help you?" Steph asked and kissed your head softly. You smiled at her.

"i still appreciate you and i am very thankful. Promise i will always be there for you as well Babe! You are stuck with me!" You let her know. Smiling even more now. She smiled back at you.

"stuck with you? Best News ever!" Steph answered.

It was a hard and exhausting time but you fought your way back onto the pitch and Steph was always with you. Just like your sister and your entire Team. And your Bestie Daphne of course.

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

"The True Face" - Mizi's Love for Another Woman

**This analysis is mainly themed around a pretty frank discussion of heteronormativity and misogyny. Please be mindful of that before reading this!**

Oh boy. What a doozy of a comic. What a radical shift to the way I had been reading this story up until now.

It didn't really change the way I saw Mizi as a character, to be honest. What it changed was my perception of the environment these characters grew up in, lending new context to Mizi's actions and motivations.

To summarize: Mizi being queer is a much bigger deal than I'd thought.

[Long post is long, as usual. Full analysis under the cut.]

The hints were there from the beginning that Mizi wasn't entirely oblivious to the cruel nature of their world.

I'm not going to say that she knew the true deadly end awaiting the losers on Alien Stage, because I really don't think that was the case at all. She didn't know Sua was going to be killed. At the same time, I think it was something of a case of "well, what did I think was going to happen?" after the fact. Mizi simply didn't consider it as a possibility, because she didn't want to see it.

I'll come back to this.

While watching Alien Stage, I always did have a certain thought in my head that intrigued me. Love is one of the central themes of the show, namely, the way the cast try their best to love in the only ways they know how. However, due to the structure of their world, the control they're placed under and how the only way they are allowed to shine is on stage as part of a packaged performance, their only metric for what "love" looks like is idolatry.

It didn't seem like it really mattered that much of our cast was queer. I just shrugged and assumed the aliens didn't really care what their pets got up to, so long as they performed well on stage.

This comic turned that on its head.

The scene with the unnamed Anakt Garden boy establishes something very important.

It does matter, actually, that the love is queer.

Over time, the creators have done a careful job of slowly showing us bit by bit of all the different things they are taught at Anakt - we see the music lessons first (checks out; they're being trained to sing, after all), and their mandatory play for "mental health". They have phys ed type competitions. While there is a disturbing element of all of them being essentially brought up as lambs to the slaughter, compared to the stage and to the horrors some of them faced from their guardians, the garden appears a relative paradise.

But the garden is not free of the aliens' control, far from it. Everything is fashioned to train the pet humans and serve some sort of purpose to satisfy the aliens.

We see experimentation and augmentation. We see a form of religion that emphasizes the great pride one should have in fulfilling the aliens' intended purposes for them. We see cloning.

There is another purpose to training "pets" and selecting ones that have particular desirable traits. After all, if you like a particular breed of dog for their hunting abilities, or a particular beautiful coat pattern, you can breed more like it. Io, Till's mother and a "provider", seems pretty clearly kept for that purpose.

I'm not saying that Anakt was for breeding. It's pretty clearly for the stage itself. But that doesn't change the mindset the aliens have taken to the relative "purposes" of biological females and males, and the way that trickles down into the mentality of the kids we see there.

We've seen a recent comic of the Anakt kids at school together, learning things about biology. I had originally assumed that it was focused on vocal training and anatomy pertaining to singing. Now, I suspect, from this unnamed guy saying "You know what they say", that there's a heavy focus on reproduction as well.

So, now love is corrupted two-fold. "Love" is only acceptable in terms of idolatry, or as a biological imperative to mate.

The Anakt kids are familiar with the concept of crushes. A lot of them were revealed to have crushes and have liked each other, as seen in the notes they left each other after graduation. Some of the names are difficult to discern, gender-wise. But I suspect most of these are male-female.

Till's crush on Mizi is "obvious". But Ivan's crush on Till is never noticed, and people continue to confess to Mizi and Sua despite the two always being together and Mizi directly stating that Sua is her favourite person. The boy in the most recent comic does not think anything of Mizi and Sua hanging out and instead fixates on her and Till. I don't even know if Till fully understands. Mizi tells him her favourite person is Sua, but does it occur to Till that her favouritism is born out of a romantic love for her? Does Till even recognize the possibility that Ivan's "weird" behaviour could be because he has feelings for him? I'm honestly unsure. It's very possible he doesn't know.

Another thing that intrigued me from the start: Mizi and Sua are canonically in love. But, just watching the show without knowledge that the creator, Vivinos, is queer, or without some of the comics' background information, a lot of people watching for the first time mistake them for best friends and nothing more. Even in official in-universe interviews, we see this:

They are best friends, of course! That's not in doubt and that's important too. But it's really interesting that even though the aliens were moved by their connection made obvious in the My Clematis performance, it is not called love.

By contrast, while in-universe the obliviousness is much the same, real-life audiences have no issue picking up on Ivan's feelings for Till. Part of this is gender bias (women are expected to be more affectionate with each other), but part of this is presentation. For awhile, I felt a little uncertain about the canon MiziSua relationship being so... understated compared to IvanTill, who get a full yearning song and an onstage kiss to make it completely unambiguous. It's even strange, because Mizi does nothing but talk about how much she loves Sua. But now, I think that's the point.

The thing is, Mizi has been loud about her love for Sua. It's just that no one understands.

What this comic establishes is that Mizi has near constant feelings of being misunderstood and objectified. She is a pretty woman, who is friendly, with a genuine desire to see people happy. Unfortunately, due to the aliens' emphasis on what a woman's role should be with regards to men, with regards to what is expected of her, her desire for friendship is treated as "leading people on", the way many women are accused of being "temptresses" when in reality it is others who read into her platonic expressions of behaviour. No one bothers to actually get to know her as a person, because hardly anyone cares about her beyond a pretty face. Without other female role models to help her understand that this is not her fault, Mizi internalizes this sudden anger at her as somehow her doing, even though she really doesn't get what she did "wrong".

Unlike Ivan, who at least fashioned his own personality to fit in, Mizi was forced to fill in the cracks on a smiley, cheerful, pretty mask that everyone else had decided on for her - because they could get mad at her if she doesn't.

Even though Mizi is naive in many regards, she actually notices something here that none of the rest of them seem to. Sua and Ivan "steal" these precious moments, resigned to never being able to have or keep them. Till is content to find inspiration from afar. These three have been fighting to physically survive in their awful circumstances, so that they really don't question the existing power structures much at all.

But Mizi, misunderstood and hurt by social factors more than by physical ones at this point, has just enough awareness and just enough innocence to question. She's so close to performing as a woman in the way others expect her to. And yet, there's something about her that is just "wrong" enough in the way that gets people (men) mad at her. And she doesn't get it.

She doesn't return his feelings but she does want to be friends. Why is that not enough?

She's already said she loves Sua. Why is that not enough?

She runs away here, still with a smile on her face to try and appease and placate this boy who got violent with her for a reason she cannot understand, even as she cries, clearly scared. This is a fawn response. And it's this that gets warped into Mizi somehow believing that she has made everyone love her or somehow manipulated them. Yes, it is intended for self-preservation. But not from the aliens.

Mizi runs to Sua, seeking comfort and reassurance. Surely, Sua will understand. And personally, I think Sua probably does to some degree. But in this situation, she had just spent a long time with her alien mother preparing for the stage. What's more, she doesn't trust or like many of the other people at Anakt. Mizi says that the boy wasn't a bad person, while Sua says there was "something off about him".

They had also just come off the tail end of an argument. Mizi is content to just make herself be happy now that Sua is here. But Sua cannot "just be happy", and from her perspective, Mizi's apparent ability to just shrug things off and be carefree is hurtful after the experience she has likely just had. Both girls wanted comfort from each other here and did not find it, but Sua makes the really insensitive move of accidentally echoing the boy's words back at Mizi. I don't think Sua meant this to be mean, really. Her collar is green - if anything, I think Sua is sincere about being glad Mizi doesn't get dragged around the way she does. But all the same, a level of resentment does show through, and it doesn't change the fact that this is the last thing Mizi needed to hear in that moment.

It's not really Sua Mizi wanted to hurt. She's definitely angry with her. But that's the thing: Mizi feels safe enough to get mad at and hit Sua. She did not feel safe enough to do that with the boy.

It makes sense now that Mizi was comfortable enough with Ivan to fall asleep on top of him. He was likely the one boy there she wasn't scared of, with full knowledge that he would never be interested in her that way.

And that's what I think Mizi was truly aware of that she pretended to be ignorant of. Not the full horrors of Alien Stage itself, but the emotions and mindsets of the people around her. She's much more understanding of the way people think and feel than she let on, which allowed her to tailor her reactions so that people hopefully wouldn't get so mad at her. If she's just a ditz, then they can't get too mad, right? People would feel bad for getting mad at someone so oblivious, right? She could keep finding comfort and safety and protection in Sua, right? Right?

She's innocent to many things, but when it comes to human beings, Mizi is almost hyper-aware of the way her perceived womanhood puts her in danger, not just from the aliens but from her peers, and the way her love for Sua is not accepted and would not be understood. And by not understanding that, by not seeing the love that was one of the few things she chose to pursue and cultivate for herself, does anyone really know her at all?

The religion they pray to tells them to be honoured to be selected for Alien Stage, and to carry out the purpose they were created for.

Mizi, armed with knowledge of humanity's god before the aliens, but with a naive and innocent hope in her heart due to being shielded from the horror of physical death, defies this assigned deity and chooses a new god in Sua. Her love for Sua is what she sees as the truest part of her - no matter what anyone tells her about what her's and Sua's "purpose" is, that cannot possibly be wrong. Something that brings them happiness and security like this cannot be wrong. She devotes herself to it because it is the one thing that she refuses to appease others over. She thinks this entitlement to her heart and body is "gross". She states it bluntly, many times. Her favorite person is Sua. Her best friend in the world is Sua. Her god, her universe, is Sua, and she chose her.

This changes the My Clematis performance.

We know that Mizi, unlike the rest, was not forced to participate in Alien Stage; instead, it was a choice she made because she wanted to perform with Sua. What initially seemed like a naive desire to share a special moment with her soulmate becomes something much more motivated by Mizi's own desires to have people see her love for Sua in a way that cannot be denied. She wants people to see them together.

Mizi is oblivious to the Stage's true nature, but she is not oblivious to the emotions of her friends. She knows something is wrong with the way Sua is acting about it. She knows the stage carries tension they can all feel. On some level, she knows the two of them are destined to be torn apart.

But she doesn't want to see it, because much like Sua needed her bubble of innocence to survive, Mizi needed her hope that their love could be enough some day. That they won't be torn apart and forced to fulfill some coldly practical or biological prerogative. It's the first duet in Alien Stage history; a brilliant, almost rebellious demonstration that Mizi has just about deluded herself into thinking might actually work to spare them from their fate she sticks her head in the sand about and refuses to acknowledge.

They are going to wear their most beautiful dresses. They are going to sing the most beautiful song for them, a testament to their love and connection. Look, see, aren't we beautiful?

Mizi: "Still, I want to sing and perform with SUA for as long as possible, so I want to win with her, together! I heard that there’s never been a tie in all of ALIEN STAGE’s history… But if we get that tie, then I bet everyone will call us the most fantastic duo to exist in history, right?!"

After this comic, all I can read in this is: acknowledge us.

But then Sua is shot dead in front of her.

Her blood splashes that same cheek where the boy slapped her. Mizi's final hopes are shattered. Worse yet, because she still can't understand why this happened and why everyone keeps getting violent, because her desire to display their love openly got Sua killed, Mizi internalizes the idea that she is the one with something horribly wrong with her - blaming herself for being too frightened to face reality when the rest of her friends had, and feeling like her desperate attempts to people please and hold onto an ignorant hope forced people into dying to protect her. In actuality though, Mizi is not responsible for the way people try to force her to fit an image, and she did not manipulate people into liking her - she's just friendly, and many of the guys read into it, feeling entitled to her because they're boys and she's a girl, and in the face of that, Mizi's established love for another girl is inconsequential.

This adds another layer to Mizi's violent breakdown in round 5. The boy from this comic bears quite the resemblance to Luka. This comic recontextualizes Luka's interactions with Mizi and Hyuna in a really intriguing way.

Luka is a victim. I want to make that clear off the bat. He's heavily implied to be a clone with the least amount of understanding on love and human connection. Off the stage, he is micromanaged to the point of complete and utter obedience - the perfect idol. But on stage, the performance is his to control, and he does so by asserting dominance over his performing partner and emotionally destabilizing them.

Fascinatingly, while everyone else appears somewhat oblivious to the queer love of many of our main characters, Luka appears stunningly aware of it, and is able to weaponize it. Round 5 looks like a wedding. He grabs Mizi and forces her to participate in a distorted version of a partner dance. It was really the perfect way to break her.

In addition to mocking her over Sua's death, in addition to her anger that Sua lied to her and enabled her ignorance, Mizi looks up at Luka and sees what she always feared: a man replacing her beloved Sua and forcing her into a kind of relationship she doesn't want, because "that is the way things are meant to be".

She no longer has anything to lose, nor fear for her own life, so she finally lets all her anger out on him.

Again, Luka is obedient. He's internalized many things: win at all costs being one of them. Do what you were designed to do. It's not really a surprise that he probably internalized these biological notions of what is "natural" too. Whatever his audience wants to see.

This also lends context to this scene. Hyuna is in distress. We know and she knows that Luka's feelings are genuine, but for as long as he acts out the aliens' methods of control, his "love" will only be a prison for Hyuna. He forces himself on her here, likely because... "it's only natural". That entitlement tainting what were genuine feelings between them would be unbearable for Hyuna, who values her freedom more than anything (and this is before even getting into what happened to Hyunwoo).

For Hyuna to rescue Mizi immediately after she lashed out, and for Mizi to temporarily see a woman who embodies freedom in how and who she loves, who is unabashedly loud and courageous while no less damaged, is a huge deal coming on the tail end of Round 5. It's really such a shame the time they had together was so short.

I, for one, am really hoping that Mizi can find her strength in love again, much like Hyuna did, instead of continuing to punish herself through Sua's memory.

[pocketsizeddie]

yes okay very true!!!

the one thing you said where i somewhat disagree (and that mostly just comes down to personal preference) is about tommy being an interesting character/good antagonist. i think he could be incredibly compelling, if his writing wasn't so... let's call it muddy (tbf eddie is written pretty poorly too a lot of the time, but the reason i love eddie and not tommy is that at least he has something going on)

i think what bothers me a lot is that if i try to watch him through a 'neutral' lense, i genuinely cannot tell what the show wants me to think of him. am i supposed to like him? am i supposed to see buck's relationship with him as something that makes buck happy and is fulfilling beyond just 'i figured out i like men'? beats me.

to be clear, i don't think it's bad when there's no straight answer to questions like these. but with tommy, it feels like the writers themselves don't even know what they're doing and what they want viewers to take away from it (either that or they don't care, which is probably worse)

i think in an ideal world i'd have loved to see more of tommy's behaviour with things other than his relationship to buck (and eddie), and how he might've changed since we last saw him in season 2, so that he didn't feel like such a nothing character to me

what exemplifies his nothingness to me the most is in 8x11 when he meets buck at the bar and asks him how he's been so buck tells him what's been going on (eddie leaving, maddie kidnapped, etc) and buck goes 'what about you?' and tommy just goes 'same'

like???? really??? did nothing happen in your life at all or???? wtf do you mean 'same'

but yeah anyway as for the buddie thing being queerbait or not unfortunately we're just gonna have to wait and see i guess, fingers crossed lol

btw i just gotta say it's so refreshing to have a discussion where u can look at things from multiple different viewpoints and still get along after i literally fled to tumblr when i got cancelled on twitter for trying to do just that lmaooo

genuinely makes me laugh that some people see buck insisting that he isn't in love with eddie as the show/writers shutting down buddie bc like... have you ever watched any tv ever.

did you watch new girl and were surprised when jess and nick kissed because they had both stated that they only liked each other as friends.

did you watch friends and think ross was telling the truth when he said he wasn't in love with rachel anymore for the hundredth time.

did you watch brooklyn nine-nine and hear jake say he totally wasn't into amy and just take that at face value.

be so for fucking real.

[vevobly]

Yellowjackets With Filipino Reader Headcanons! [Peri-crash] (1)

A/N: One of my friend's birthday is coming up pretty soon, so I decided to make this post as a gift to them! There's a translation for everything that the reader says in filipino down in the comments for you guys. Enjoy and devour as always! 😺

Jackie Taylor:

It frustrates her to no end that you’ll mutter something under your breath in Tagalog and smirk after someone annoys you. And she knows it’s about her sometimes. So, she starts asking you what certain words mean. “So what does…‘buwisit’ mean? You called me that earlier.” You tell her it means “beautiful” and she just absolutely believes you. When she finds out that it didn't mean the same thing as you told her it meant from someone else on the team, she confronts you directly about it before storming off pissed as fuck.

Jackie does not know how to take you. I mean, you weren't impressed by her back then. You definitely aren't impressed by her now. You fight—a lot. And one day, she snaps to which you just facepalm and mutter “ang arte mo talaga” to her. “I KNOW that was about me,” she replies, lip curled. You look her dead in the eye and respond. “Yeah! You’re dramatic.” She doesn’t talk to you for a day. Then, when you’re out splitting wood, she just says this. “You’re kind of the only one who doesn’t treat me like I’m useless now.”

After that, she starts being really weirdly too nice towards you. Even more when Shauna was distancing herself from her. She's almost always sharing her food ration with you, brushing it off with confusing stuff like “you’re cold all the time" or "don’t want you freezing to death before I win an argument" etc. She keeps gravitating toward you—watching you peel wood, eavesdropping when you mutter in tagalog. Over time, she starts asking for your help with things but she never phrases it like she needs you at all. You think it's funny somehow and a bit cute.

Shauna Shipman:

You’re the only one who notices when Shauna’s hands tremble after burying someone. And then you're almost always quietly handing her something random to hold, telling her it's something she needs to look after out of nowhere. She's confused, but she nevertheless does just that and never forgets it. She doesn't know when or how exactly it happened, but she starts quietly learning tagalog phrases just to understand you. Especially when you're insulting her for something.

You correct her tagalog when she asks what “pikon” means after hearing you say it to Jackie. “Means sensitive. You are, a little” you say gently to her, and Shauna flushes. One time when you caught her looking guilty after Jackie scolded her for spacing out, you decided to ask her if she was okay. She just nods in response and you frown for a moment before replying with “Hindi ka nag-iisa” - She doesn’t ask you what it means, but she keeps the words in her mind despite it. Shauna is drawn to you like a moth to a flame she swears she won’t touch, and it is BAD.

You teach her a few Tagalog words from time to time. She tries them but messes them up. When she says "maganda ka" to you one day, you freeze - caught completely off guard with it. "Did I say it wrong?" She asks you. "No," you replied quietly. "You just said I'm beautiful.." And that gets her really red in the face while you're all so quiet with her after it. Later? When everyone's asleep, she leans against your shoulder and despite the kinda awkward moment earlier, you don't move away. Neither of you says a word before drifting to sleep.

Taissa Turner:

Tai knows you're swearing when you start talking in tagalog. She doesn’t know what you’re saying, but she knows. She pretends not to care when you say something about her in Tagalog, but she corners Van later and asks her “That thing she said to me today—how bad was it?” When neither Van or anyone else on the team knows what you're saying about her, she starts going out of her way to sit next to you during planning stuff and makes a game of guessing what your words mean.

You guys butt heads early on because while Tai is efficient, you're intuitive. She says you’re “sloppy” once and you haven't stopped calling her “masungit” since then. She admires the way you are, but when you push back on her trying to be a leader for the team? Oh boy, things get tense fast. “We need to follow a system,” she snaps at you one day. “You mean your system,” you reply. You walk away, muttering a curse in tagalog. “You always do that—say shit no one can call you out on!” Taissa shouts. You guys don't talk to each other for days because of it.

But eventually, she corners you and asks her what you said about her. You look at her. “I said I’m tired of being ordered around by people who don’t listen” She doesn't say anything, but the next time she makes a decision? She looks at you first. You both end up becoming the designated planners of the group, and she starts seeking out your opinion before anyone else since then. She asks you to teach her some words once. You don't say yes, but later when you mutter “gago” when Travis does something stupid? She repeats it under her breath with a grin.

Van Palmer:

Van thinks you're hilarious. Even though half the time she doesn't understand what you're saying. When Mari annoyed you once? She whispered “say something in tagalog” to you. You glanced at Mari and muttered “hayop ka” to which Van nearly choked laughing. You make her laugh even when you’re not trying. Especially when you mutter “bahala kayo diyan” and walk away dramatically. She’s the only one you don’t mind translating your curses for on the team because she doesn’t take it personally.

You and her create secret inside jokes about people. Like, if someone’s being annoying? She’ll whisper “banana ketchup” and you’ll both just lose it. Van flirts with you a lot openly. But her flirting is very weird, and confuses you because she just tries to come up with her own fake filipino words just to tease you. One time she accidentally says something real and really vulgar that your jaw dropped. You tell her never to say it in public again. "What? What'd I say?!" She asks you. "I'll tell you if you hold my hand" You replied. "Deal!" But you're both equally weird, tbh.

Van is one of the few who doesn’t get weird when you speak Tagalog. She asks questions and she listens to you about it. “Teach me a swear word,” she begged you once. And you do. But she butchers it badly that you laugh for the first time in days. After that, Van starts sitting closer to you—sharing food, nudging you awake during night watch—you never talk about it. But it feels like something is forming. Or maybe breaking? She gives you dumb nicknames in Tagalog based on what she thinks they mean. “My little... tinapay" You stared at her. "You just called me bread"

Natalie Scatorccio:

You and Nat have this weird unspoken thing. You don't ask about her shit. She doesn't ask about yours. That's the foundation of your relationship with each other. You once threw a knife into a tree after an argument with someone else on the team and muttered “lintek na buhay to” to which she passed you a cigarette without a word. You help her with her hair one day and Natalie practically short circuits. You sit together often. Not talking, but just being close to each other. You don't need her to be soft, and that's what does it for her.

“Next time you wanna say something sweet in tagalog, just whisper it in my ear” She jokes to you after it, and you basically stop working for a moment. She opens up to you in small ways. Tells you about her dad. Her mom. The anger. She doesn’t expect comfort, but you give it anyway. When you mutter in tagalog, she doesn’t ask that much. You asked her why once. “I like it better when I don’t understand,” she replied. “At least I can pretend it’s nice.” You tell her you don't know what to think about that to which she laughs about.

One night, when everyone else is asleep, she tells you "I like hearing you talk, even if I don't get it all. I like how you talk" and then the two of you don't talk for two days after until she gets a cut on her hand and you happened to be the only person available to patch it up for her. "You could be gentler" She winces. "You could be less reckless" You snap back. Her lip quirks and she replies with. "Fair." You flick her head after you finish patching her up. "jusko, ikaw ang ikamamatay ko"

Lottie Matthews:

Lottie watches you more than she speaks to you at first. She doesn’t mean to focus on you, but she does. Before the crash, you guys barely ever interacted with each other unless necessary or because of something like being left alone with each other and so. On a cold morning after a few days since the plane crashed, you lend her a scarf. “Para sayo.” You tell her. She asks what you just said meant, and you can't help but smile. "For you" You answer. After that, she starts being close to you. Doing tasks with you almost more than anyone else on the team.

She learns words like ganda, tanga, and so much more just so she can understand you better. That, and so you'd have someone else to talk to in tagalog even though she wouldn't be able to understand everything you say in it. At least you'd have someone to talk to in your native language, right? She asks you from time to time to teach her a word every day. And surprisingly so, she remembers them. She says “ingat ka” before you go outside the cabin once and you freeze, your mouth agape while you blinked repeatedly to see if you heard what you did correctly at the time.

There's this strange comfort between you, and this really weird thing where you speak in tagalog but she doesn't understand what you said yet she knows exactly what you meant by your words somehow. In the middle of a really cold night when everyone else but you guys are asleep, you whisper “malamig” to yourself. "What does that word mean? " She asks you after. "Cold," You replied. Later, when she lies next to you by the fire, she whispers. "Still cold?" And you feel your cheeks heating up. "Not right now.."

Laura Lee:

Honestly, you surprise her. You're crass, tough, and sometimes harsh but you always say “thank you” when she shares food or water. She's a bit wary of you at first. Not just because you weren't religious, but you also tended to ask her a bunch of questions about her beliefs and so that came off as insensitive and offensive at times. She thought you hated her initially because of it until you caught her crying once and told her how much you admire her will to keep being faithful at times like these before leaving.

Just because of that one moment, Laura Lee has a whole reevaluation about you and starts getting close to you. It begins with the smallest things—being paired up for chores, helping her out now and then, and little shared moments. Though she doesn’t understand anything you say when you curse, she just knows they’re definitely not good. She mostly guesses the meanings of the words you say in tagalog. And if not that, she just asks you. "What does putangina mean?" And you respond with. "It's motherfucker" She gasps, scandalized.

She starts asking you for “non-evil” tagalog phrases, and you teach her the most church appropriate ones like — salamat, mabait ka, and etc. But you also teach her pakyu and lie about the meaning of it. So she says it at Jackie one day, and you lose it. She hears you sing a kundiman one night and thinks it’s the most beautiful sound she’s ever heard. “Does god understand me?” You asked her. And she giggles like the question is a bit silly. “God understands all, no matter what language they speak.” Somehow, your cheeks heat up at that.

Misty Quigley:

Misty desperately wants to know what you’re saying all the time. She starts carrying a notebook and tries to phonetically spell out your curses to look them up when you guys get rescued in the future or just to decipher their meanings by herself and in which situations you use them. That, or she just asks you instead. She tries to parrot your insults but always gets the stress wrong. “Pu...ta—gee-na?” She says one day. “That’s not how you say it, Misty. Stop before I call a multo on you.”

You avoid her at first, but she keeps “coincidentally” being wherever you are. One day she tries to help you cook rice wrong and you snap. “You don’t stir the rice! Anong ginagawa mo?!” You shouted at her. “I’m sorry! I just wanted to bond!” She replied, quickly going away. You start calling her makulit, epal, and sira ulo since then. She thinks those are words of endearments, but they're not. One day she gives you a sad look and asks, “Does ‘sira ulo’ mean you like me?” It reminds you of a kicked puppy. “...Sure. Let’s go with that.” You replied.

She eventually finds out that they aren't, and while she's super hurt about it. She just ignores it, because you're nice to her. Although “nice” is a bit subjective though. Misty doesn’t understand boundaries, and while you would love to tell her off immediately, you feel bad for it so you start scolding her in Tagalog—huwag mo kong hawakan, ha? She never gets you, but at least she tries to. She still hovers you, despite of it. One day, she asks. “Would you tell me if you were saying something mean about me?” And you look her in the eye. “No, ” You replied. “But at least you can think what I say to you is nice, right?” It's bad, but it's better than being outright mean to her.

[imsogonesposts]

Hiiii, hellooooo, i saw your request are open and don't may if I dooo.

I wanted to ask for some Finnick crumb pleasee, was thinking, right after he got attacked by the mutts, but he obviously survived ofc, and now we are taking care of him, making sure he's okay and then lots of cuddles and lil kisses on his forehead :>

And I knowww u already have a fic like this, I don't have any excuse, me just want more movie:[

Anyway, you can just ignore this, love u pookie byeee

hii, tysm for requesting!! i tried to do smth a little different than the fic youre talking about (a little help) just so i wouldnt be rewriting the same story, so i hope you enjoy this one!! love you too!! <33

Hospital Bound

|| ao3 || finnick masterlist || requests are open!! ||

summary: you take care of finnick while he's in the hospital from his injuries from the mutt's attack (wc: 877)

You barely remembered what happened before the helicopter came to take you and Finnick away, it was mostly all just a blur. 

You remember Finnick ushering you up the ladder, followed by Peeta, Gale, and Katniss. You remember Finnick climbing up the ladder before being pulled back down by a mutt. You remember an explosion, screams (likely your own), crying (also likely your own), and Peeta and Gale bringing a barely conscious Finnick up the ladder, out of the sewers, and through tunnels. After that, your memory starts to get hazy. You knew someone came to rescue you and Finnick, flying the both of you back to the District 13 medical wing so Finnick could be treated to, but you entirely sure who it could’ve been. You chalked it off to the stress of seeing your husband, your Finnick, in such a state. 

Now, almost a week later, and after the rebellion had passed, they transferred Finnick to a hospital in District Four so the two of you could be closer to home. You were thankful they had given Finnick a room with a view of the ocean, as you were half-convinced that was the only thing keeping him sane. 

“When I get out of here, the first thing I’m doing is going for a swim,” your husband told you one morning as you awoke next to him. You were sleeping next to him on the too-small hospital bed due to his insistence that you would hurt your back or neck sleeping on the chair, but you were pretty sure he just wanted to hold you in his arms while the two of you slept, like he usually was able to. 

“Yeah?” You quietly asked, moving to look up at him as he pressed a kiss to the forehead. 

He only hummed against your forehead before responding, “yeah. I’ve missed it. I miss our morning swims.” He now ducked his head to press a quick kiss to your nose. 

“I do too,” you reply, moving your hand to gently squeeze his arm. You knew he didn’t like when you were too gentle with him, he preferred when you treated him how you normally did before the accident– before he was hospital-bound, but you couldn’t help but to be soft with him as you didn’t want to risk making any of his injuries even more painful than they already were. 

His body was covered in cuts, bruises, and eventual scars from the mutt’s attack, and you were always sure to never touch or press on any of the injuries, if not for his comfort, then for your own piece of mind. 

“How are you feeling today?” You asked as Finnick moved the blanket lying on both of you higher, to cover you more. 

“Fine,” he replied, as he usually did. Ever since the day he was transferred to the hospital in District Four he always claimed he was feeling “fine,” or “better,” even if the doctor’s reports claimed otherwise. 

“Are you really?” You gently questioned. He moved his hand to trace mindless circles onto your shoulder. 

“Yes,” he replied through a laugh. “Honey, I swear I’m fine,” he told you as he squeezed your shoulder. “Promise.” 

You could only sigh. The doctors had told you that they were planning on releasing Finnick in roughly two weeks, but that he might need some help moving around and getting resituated when you two were back home, but with Finnick telling you he felt fine…

“I just want you to get better,” you quietly told him. 

Finnick visibly softened at that. His shoulders loosened, he had a small, genuine smile on his face, and his eyes looked at you like he couldn’t believe you were his. “I know, honey,” he quietly replied, moving his hand from your shoulder to your waist to pull you closer to him. “I know,” he repeated, “and I promise I’ll tell you if something ever feels wrong, okay? Deal?”

You knew how stubborn Finnick could be when he wanted to be, and that this was likely the most you would get from him, and so you agreed, “deal.”  

“I’m gonna go get us some breakfast, I’ll be back,” you tell him, but his hold on you only tightens. 

“No, stay, I need you to get better. Doctor’s orders.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you. “The doctor said I needed to be here in order for you to get better?” You questioned.

Finnick nodded his head with all the seriousness he could muster, “yeah,” he replied, attempting to fight the smile that threatened to creep onto his face. “Even said kisses would help speed up the process.”

“Oh, well in that case,” you replied before moving to press a quick kiss to his forehead, followed by his lips. “I really do need to get us breakfast, you know,” you whispered when you pulled away. 

Finnick sighed in feigned annoyance, but released his hold on you, allowing you to get out of the bed and stand. “I miss you already,” he teased as you began to put on your shoes. 

“I miss you too, handsome,” you replied through a laugh, pressing another quick kiss to his forehead before making your way to the hospital’s cafeteria. 

[cheshireliam]

"The Daily Records: Ring Schwartz & Ellis Twilight" Party Event: Epilogue

Ring Schwartz

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On my way back after delivering a report to Victor, I happened to spot Ring. 

(His hands are stained with blood… is he hurt? I’m worried, I should ask him about it.) 

Kate: Hello, Ring.

Ring: Oh, Robin… looks like you’re coming from the palace. Did you need me for something? 

Kate: I noticed your hands might be hurt, so I came to check on you.

Kate: There's water nearby. If you’d like, we can go get your hands cleaned and I’ll treat your injuries for you. 

…

I led Ring to a corner of the palace’s garden and helped him wash the blood from his hands.

Once the blood was rinsed away, there wasn’t a single wound in sight. 

Kate: I was worried because I saw the blood… but it appears you’re not hurt. 

Ring: Yeah, it was probably the other guy’s blood. 

Kate: The other guy…? 

Ring: Darius had me take care of something, and it got a little messy… that's how I got blood on my hands. 

Ring: I really didn’t intend to use violence, but… I failed. 

(I’m not sure of the details, but was Ring forced into doing something dangerous…?) 

Ring: Yesterday, Ellis didn’t join Vogel and it was my fault too… I’m such a failure. 

Kate: Huh…!? Vogel was going to recruit Ellis? 

Ring: Yeah. … It was because of me that he refused to join. 

(I thought it was only a simple lunch together, but there was more to it that I realised…) 

Kate: Uhh… I don’t think you should think of that as a failure. 

Kate: Jude is part of Crown, and Ellis is close to Harrison on the other members too.

Kate: I don’t think it’s your fault that he doesn't want to join Vogel.

Ring: … Thanks for trying to cheer me up, Robin. 

Even though he thanked me, he didn’t seem to believe what I said about the situation not being his fault.

(I wonder if… there’s a way I can change the way he views this “failure”.) 

With that intention in mind, I decided to thank him. 

Kate: This might sound weird, but… thank you for failing, Ring.

Ring: Huh…? 

Kate: I’d feel lonely if Ellis had joined Vogel, so your failure was actually a positive thing to me! 

Kate: So thank you! 

Ring: …

Ring: Pfft… ahaha! You’re strange. I can’t believe you're thanking me for failing… 

Ring: But thanks to you, I feel a little better now. 

I was relieved to see his tender smile. 

Ring: By the way… do you like Ellis?

Kate: Of course I do. Oh, I mean it platonically though… 

Kate: �� And I just love seeing all nine members of Crown together. 

Kate: If even just one member was missing, no matter who, it’d feel lonely. 

Ring: … I see.

Ring: Crown seems nice… having people who’d miss you when you’re not there. 

I happened to look up, and noticed Ring wore a pained look on his face… for some reason, I had a gut feeling something was weighing down on his mind.

Ring: Right… why don't you join Vogel too?

Kate: Huh…? 

Ring: You’re serious and reliable, I think you’d be a good addition to Vogel. 

Ring: If you're a member of both Crown and Vogel, your days will always be eventful and you won't have time to feel lonely…

Ring: Besides… I’d be happy if I could see you every day too. 

Kate: I-is that so…? 

Kate: But… I’ve already got my hands full with Crown’s activities right now, so I can't really think of joining another organisation… 

Ring: … I see. That’s too bad.

Kate: You don’t have to go that far to convince me to join Vogel, you know?

Kate: There are plenty of talented people in England besides me—

Ring: — But I want you. 

Ring: I think it’d be nice if Vogel consisted of Nica, Dari, and you. 

Ring: … I don’t know why, but I just do. 

His unwavering gaze locked onto mine, rendering me momentarily speechless. 

Ring: … Anyway, I’ll give up on convincing you for today. I’ll try again another time. 

Kate: S-sure… 

(“For today” means he’ll bring the topic up again…) 

(When that time comes, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to turn him down as firmly as I did today…) 

[esmedelacroix]

06 - Bitch

synopsis ! he’s an american football player by day and a passionate mathematician by night . she’s a well-rounded historian and writer who couldn’t evaluate a derivative to save her life . they lived in two different worlds but shared the same study room .

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cw ! no use of y/n, y/n is _____, fluff, slow burn, college au, ooc sukuna, f!reader, child abuse/neglect, alcohol abuse,

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"Nah, she's a grade-A bitch," he said shrugging of his friends.

Wow. Not even just a bitch. A grade-A bitch? You thought as you stood up from the booth right behind Sukuna's. You and Sukuna had been studying together all week after the party weekend, and he even expressed his gratitude to you for writing his name in on the sign up sheet just in case. It only took him the next week to call you a bitch.

You expected him to have more of a backbone. You had really hoped that Sukuna wasn't one of those guys who were a completely different person when they were with their homies, but he proved you wrong. The same man that held your hair and rubbed your back while you vomitted in his toilet(Yes, you remembered almost everything after a good nap), let you wear his clothes multiple times, tutored you, made sure you were comfortable at breakfast with is frat brothers, and you sometimes caught staring, just called you a bitch to his dumb 'friends.'

The idiot boys at the table were already having a riveting discussion about "loose vaginas" before Sukuna had joined them so you and Shoko already knew you'd be eavesdropping on the most sexist Sal's frat conversation you've ever heard. You just didn't expect Sukuna to stoop down to their level.

You were sort of pleased when he shut down their odd conversation calling their dicks small. The conversation somehow shifted to the most recent party weekend. That was when you were brought into the conversation. The frat dudes described you as a "bitchy straight-A, good girl virgin."

He tried to shut down the conversation with a scoff, but they just kept on going. They told him that someone at a darty saw you and Ryo walking out of the frat early in the morning. You allegedly entered his room the previous night, and people reported hearing curious noises from the hallway. Sukuna dismissed the gossip thankfully but then you heard him call you a "grade-A bitch" saying he would never sleep with you.

Shoko couldn't stand to hear anymore of the chatter and got up. "We don't need to listen to this bull," she mumbled grabbing your hand.

The two of you got up and had to walk past his booth anyway. So you turned to him, shitty matcha in hand and splashed it on his shirt as you spat, "I don't know who you think I am, but you don't get to say that shit about me. You want to see me be a bitch? I can show you a real grade-A bitch." You tossed the empty cup at the two frat guys and sashayed away with Shoko.

Suguru watched the whole exchange from the front door with his mouth hanging open. He was running late on his way to meet you both for lunch. He followed the two of you outside still in shock. "That was badass, _____. I'm proud," Shoko hummed.

"What the fuck happened in there? This is not the _____ I know," Suguru purred, throwing a hand over your shoulder. He whispered in low tone in your ear, "Do you need me to take care of him?" You felt Sukuna's eyes on you through the window. He stayed seated staring as he used the napkins to wipe his shirt. The two frat brothers scurried out of Sal's. "That bitch is fuckin' insane," they hollered loud enough for you to hear.

Sukuna's eyes stay trained on you. On Suguru's lips that lingered too close to your heated ears. He noticed the comfort you felt with Suguru's touch. How you never shuddered whenever he casually touched you. He looked beneath the slightly angered expression taking over your face, under the determination and found hurt. The pain you were feeling was dealt by him.

The three of you went to eat at the dining hall on rare occasion and texted Satoru redirecting him there as well. After everyone sat down with their questionable food and sat down at the table. Shoko finally cleared her throat. "Well, Satoru, you weren't there but, _____, totally poured her drink on Sukuna made a badass speech then left. I gotta ask though, why did you sleep with him? Suguru and I thought he was just going to clean you up and take you to your dorm," Shoko said.

"Hold on, you slept with Ryomen Sukuna?! And Toru, you let that happen?" Suguru asked.

"No no no, you're all confused. Though the rumors are true that _____, was spotted entering his room and leaving our house the next morning in his clothes with him doing a total walk of shame, he told us they didn't do anything. Right, _____?" Gojo defended.

"Well for starters, Sukuna and I did not sleep together. I just slept in his room aparently and vomited everywhere," you clarified.

Suguru asked, "Then why did you totally humiliate him at Sal's? And with that matcha?"

"Oof, not the matcha," Gojo interjected.

"Well when his idiot friends asked him about it, he totally threw me under the bus and called me a bitch so they would like him. I mean what is it with guys and acting completely different around their friends?" you asking picked at your fries.

"I will say I notice that Sukuna tends to care a little too much about his reputation at times," Gojo commented.

"But being romantically associated with _____ isn't a bad thing, no?" Suguru questioned, leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head.

"Not at all. You're a good girl, _____. Always getting good grades and shit and top of your class. Never in trouble," Shoko listed.

"But maybe that's it. Maybe I'm so 'good' that I ruin his 'bad boy' image," you concluded.

"What do you mean image? That guy spends all day fucking around in his room, training, or going out to ominous places during the day," Toru said."

"Well, have you ever considered that said, ominous places are maybe, I don't know class?" you suggested a bit annoyed.

Satoru genuinely laughed at that. "Come on, it's Ryo, he's just—that's not his strongest quality."

"What's not his strongest quality?" you challenged.

"School. And being with someone who is good at school, will make him look bad."

"What's so bad about being good at school? What is it about being smart that makes you 'uncool.' I thought we let go of that dumb shit in high school," you said.

"Well, some people have images to keep up. It's how he survives socially," Shoko explained.

"And I don't?" you asked.

"Well, you kind of just stay locked in your room doing school work," Gojo started.

"And we're totally not saying this in a bad way, but we really like you. And we miss you, and we wish you didn't feel the pressure to study so much all the time," Shoko explained.

"I don't get you guys. I think I need to leave." You got up and walked out of the dining hall ignoring them calling out to you. You escaped to the only place that would make you feel comfortable. The library.

It seemed bad because your friends were just telling you that you study too much, but how is that even a thing? People who study all the time will always earn better grades. Sure, you were slipping in the ranks a bit recently and were no longer number one in any academic rankings. You now took second or third place, and that was because you partied and made yourself think that an idiot frat boy like Sukuna wanted you.

It was only after he called you a bitch you were able to take off your rose-tinted glasses. You saw him for what he was. A rude boy who was only ever good at math and needed to use his athleticism to get into college. A guy with anger issues, who probably got it from his deadbeat, drunkard of a mother.

So when he appeared at the glass door of the study room after you ignored his 'can we talk?' text, you opened the door and coldly stated, "Your name isn't on the sign-in so you can't come in.

. . .

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Platonic Yan!Older brother!Izuku + Shoto (separate) with Kid sibling!Reader

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I had a little trouble because this is my first time writing for Shoto, which surprised me, but I think I did a good job! Hope you enjoy!!

IZUKU MIDORIYA / DEKU

☆ He was so excited when he first learned he was going to have a younger sibling. Even more so when you actually came home. Holding you gently in his arms just like he’d had practice. And when he looked into your eyes it was set, he wasn’t going to let anything happen to you. Ever.

☆ He never likes seeing you hanging out by yourself, he wants to make sure you don't feel like an outcast like he did growing up. But if you start seeing your friends more than him he starts to get a little jealous.

☆ He didn’t like it whenever you hung around Katsuki especially. But was too afraid to say anything about it. Though he would try his hardest to keep you away from him.

☆ Keeps every single thing you make and whatever you give him in a special box. It’s all precious to him, he even brought it with him when he moved into the dorms. When they were doing the dorm competition he was guarding his closet like a hawk. Almost snapped at Hagakure for trying to look inside.

☆ Speaking of the dorms, Izuku was very reluctant about moving out. He didn’t want to just leave you behind! He made you promise to call him everyday and update him on everything. Was literally in tears when you forgot to call him one night because you fell asleep.

☆ No matter how big you get he’ll always find an excuse to carry you around. You’re safest when you’re in his arms. One of his main motivations when training is to be able to lift you with ease.

☆ If you come to him with a problem he’ll always be ready to listen. If it’s a problem with another person, like someone’s picking on you, he’s already planning all the different ways he could take care of them while you rant to him. He has a notebook where he writes down all the violent thoughts whenever it comes to that. Just to get it out of his system so he doesn’t do anything too crazy.

“Hey, [name], I was worried you weren’t going to answer! You’ve been eating well right, drinking enough water? Good… don’t scare me like that again, ok? I care about you a lot.”

SHOTO TODOROKI / SHOTO

☆ When he heard that you were joining the family he didn’t know how to react. But he knew one thing, he didn’t want you to go through what he had. Doing everything in his power to keep you away from Enji.

☆ Whenever he could, Shoto would sneak away from Enji to hang out with you. Even if he couldn’t hang out with his other siblings he would make time for you. You were just a baby, an adorable one at that.

☆ Since you both were the youngest members of the family you went to the same school most of your life. Meaning you got to walk home together each day, which Shoto loved. It got to be just you two for a while! Yes, he purposely led you both down a longer path away from the rest of your siblings. He just wants to spend time with you.

☆ He does things so that you would make him your favorite sibling. Buying you gifts for no reason, helping you with your homework, if you ever need anything he’s there. He wants to be the one you look up to the most.

☆ Called you after the sports festival to hear what you thought. Your opinion matters most to him really. He also made sure to reassure you that he was ok after he passed out. He never wants you to worry, especially not about him.

☆ Shoto would never ever lay a hand on you, not even in a playful manner. You could playfully hit him all day long but he’d never fight back.

☆ He promises himself to give you a better life than the one you both grew up with. His plan for the future when he becomes a pro hero is to live with you and spoil you rotten. Keep you safe and away from the danger outside. And he won’t take no for an answer.

“I bought you that figure that you were talking about a few days ago. Hm? Yeah I know that it was expensive, don’t worry about it. I just wanna make you happy.”

[bunnyluvx]

lads lis to the rescue! ♡

featuring: xavier, zayne, rafayel & sylus x gn!reader. (separate)

summary: a bug found its way into your space. what does your boyfriend do?

warnings: minors and ageless blogs dni regardless of content. bug murder. | wc: 3k | ao3

tags: fluff | comfort | second pov | no y/n use | established relationship | physical affection | pet names | crack (rafayel) | rafayel and reader experience the horrors™

requested by @napforalifetime | dc: @strangergraphics

date started: 1:23PM, june 7th, 2025.

date finished: 6:05PM, june 7th, 2025.

xavier ♡

xavier has known about your fear of bugs since the beginning. if you were in the office together, and one happened to be on your desk, he caught onto the way that you would freeze. he doesn't really mind bugs, so when he stepped in to take it away from you, you couldn't have been more relieved. you thanked him profusely, and from that moment forward, xavier made a point to be aware of his surroundings so that if a bug came around, he could swiftly bring it elsewhere to avoid stressing you out.

finding out that xavier is your upstairs neighbor was basically knighting him. every time you found an insect, you would text xavier in a panic, begging him to come save you. your fellow hunter doesn't mind the spam in the slightest, for it makes him feel very useful when you ask him to take care of such things. though it may seem silly, he feels like he's protecting you, and that's one of his favorite feelings in the world.

you had plans to go out with your friends today, walking around town and seeing what the day brings. for now, that has come to a halt, as when you went to grab your shoes by the door, you saw the bug that scares you most. you backed all the way up instantly, curling up onto your couch and eyeing the direction where you saw the creature wearily. you take your phone out of your pocket and instantly open your messages to text xavier, asking him to come save you.

the blonde had just woken up from a nap, and was grabbing something to eat when eh felt his phone buzz in his pocket. he hums before picking the device up to see where the notification is coming from. your frantic messages drill through his phone, causing it to violently vibrate in his hand. all he has to see is "BUG" and "HELP" for him to set his phone onto the counter and come running.

before you can spiral any further, your door bursts off of its hinges, with your beloved standing atop it. your eyes blow wide as you stare at him, but he doesn't even meet your eyes. he's too busy searching for the intruder that dares to disturb your day. "xavier!!" you yell out of shock.

blue eyes meet yours, the familiar soft voice asking, "where is it?"

the insect decides to answer for you, crawling next to the wall right next to him. you see it and scream, fumbling to scoot onto the back of the couch. xavier's head darts into its direction, and without a second thought, catches it in his bare hands. he disappears with the blink of an eye, and after around five minutes, he returns. he walks towards you, both hands extended, "it's okay, he's gone now."

you take his hands and slowly scoot down off of the couch to stand. xavier never looks away from you, watching your worried expression as you come down from your high. "what did you do to him?" you ask when you gain the courage to meet his gaze.

"i let him out a street down. he won't come back, don't worry," xavier reassures. "are you hurt?"

you shake your head, gaze locked onto your feet shamefully. "i'm sorry. i feel stupid."

the man visibly softens at your guilt, and he carefully pulls you to him to embrace you. his arms wrap around your waist tenderly, and this alone makes you feel better. "hey, don't apologize. you can't help it," he says. "do you still feel like going out with your friends today?"

"i do, but..i want to stay here for a few more minutes," you respond.

a grin curls onto the hunter's lips, and he starts to rub your back to soothe you. "that's okay. i'll be here until you're ready to go, okay?"

you smile at his affection and lean into his body, a comforting warmth encasing you in this moment. "okay. thank you, hon."

the pet name brings xavier's lips further up on his face, and his hands move to cup your face to place a kiss to the top of your head. "of course. i'd banish a million bugs for you."

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your bug fear isn't news to zayne. like xavier, zayne doesn't mind bugs. this doesn't mean that he's going to welcome them with open arms, but if one is chilling on his desk, then he won't bother it unless it comes closer or poses as a threat. when you would walk home with him from school and spot one, you'd leap backwards and hide behind him. he never got to be your savior then, but that's changed now.

to start off your afternoon, you were going to get some tea from your favorite tea shop. you placed your apartment keys on the kitchen counter while you grabbed your bag, but when you walked back out to grab them, your worst nightmare awaited you. sitting next to your keys was a monster taken insect form, and you think it's been awhile since you've moved so quickly. backing all the way against the wall opposite to the counter, you pluck your phone from your pocket to call zayne.

he was on his way home early from work when he saw your call come up onto the screen of his car. pressing the button to answer, he greets you sweetly, "hello, dear. i'm just on my way home from work. is everything alr-"

your frantic rambling interrupts him, and he couldn't understand a word of it. without a second thought, he changes his route to your apartment, and tries to interject to ask you to slow down. just as you catch your breath, you let out a gut-twisting shriek. this makes zayne's eyes go wide, his volume increasing while his tone shifts to something serious, "don't worry, darling, i'm on my way. just stay calm, okay? it's going to be alright."

you feel like you're on the brink of tears as you watch your unwelcome visitor sit on the floor now, hand covering your mouth in horror. "zayneeee.." you call to him shakily.

"i'm here, darling. do you need to call the police?" your boyfriend asks worriedly.

"n- noooo.." you answer, "it was next to my keys, now it's on the floor."

it only takes the dark-haired doctor a moment to realize what's going on. he lets out a large sigh of relief, grateful that the situation isn't as serious as he thought it was. with his mind more clear, and heart rate slowing, he softly murmurs, "i'll be there in a few minutes, my love. just wait for me, alright?"

you can only manage a broken "mhm" in response, and just as he says, he's there before the intruder got the chance to run. the man is quick to take action, grabbing a stray cup from the counter and laying it atop of the insect. now that he's successfully captured it, he shuffles a magazine under the cup to release it outside. afterwards, he returns to your side and scoops you into his arms. "are you okay?" he asks.

you sniffle and nod, hands balled up against his chest as you calm down. "'m sorry," you tell him, "i didn't mean to scare you."

"don't apologize. are you hurt?" zayne asks, meeting your eyes.

you shake your head, "no."

a huff exhales from his nose at that, and he pulls you closer. "good. how about i stay the night, hm? i can order us a snack from the bakery, and we can watch a movie."

your sweet love, always knowing exactly what you need. you smile as you answer, "can we order from my favorite tea shop too? i was gonna go, but.."

the doctor chuckles, a low rumble from his chest as he agrees, "of course we can. go get yourself comfortable, i'll place the orders."

rafayel ♡

rafa isn't overly fond of most of land's animals, and bugs aren't his favorite. how scared he is of a bug definitely varies on the size; if it's small like a fly or ladybug, he sees them as a nuisance and waves them away. but if it's a really big beetle or spider? absolutely not, he is staying far, far away, and calling someone else for help.

when you started to work for him as his bodyguard, he thought that there was little that could scare you. he saw how exceptional you were in combat, and being a hunter, he thought that there was little that could faze you. you come face-to-face with wanderers on a regular basis, so you aren't undone so easily, are you?

oh, dearest rafayel, how naïve. you act bravely around him, yes, because that's your job. but when you started dating, you felt comfortable enough with him to show him your vulnerabilities. and so begins the story of how rafayel discovered your fear of bugs.

you were hanging around his art studio while he was working on a piece, with you quietly sitting not far from where he sat at his easel to keep him company. when he left for a bathroom break, you realized that you wanted a snack, so you went to the kitchen to grab something. now with your snack in one hand and your phone in the other, you turned around to return to your comfy spot when suddenly, the devil incarnate sat on the floor. a shiver runs up your spine, and you squeal frightfully before jumping onto the nearest counter.

rafayel had just finished his business when he hears you scream, which immediately catches his attention. his head darts up and towards the door, and he calls out to you to ensure you're okay, "baby? are you okay?"

"rafayel!!" you yell, "rafa, come quick!!"

the artist moves as fast as his legs will carry him into the kitchen area, eyes wide as they stare at you. "cutie, what's wrong?"

you point to the insect, shrinking away from it where you lay on the marble. "that!!"

when rafayel's head turns, he screams almost as loudly as you do and leaps towards the counter to join you. "what on earth is that?!"

"a bug! get it out of here, rafayel!" you urge him, watching it move a little with fear written all over your face.

"what?! i don't wanna go near that thing! you do it!" rafayel argues, brows furrowed while he looks between you and the horrific creature on the floor.

"why do i have to do it??" you ask.

"you're the fierce hunter here! you deal with way worse than this!" rafayel insists, stepping closer to you in his crouched position, arms extended to shield you behind him with his eyes locked on the insect.

"i don't wanna go near it, raf, i'm scared!" you tell him, hands gripping onto his arm.

when he looks into your eyes, he knows that you're seeking protection. even though he's scared too, he can't- no, he won't let you down. so, he tells you, "okay, grab me a frying pan from under the counter."

"what if it comes over here??" you worry.

"i'm not gonna let that happen- please just get me the frying pan!" the purple-haired artist assures.

so, you nod and very slowly bend over the counter to open the cabinet beneath. you carefully take out the frying pan and sit up straight, then hand it to rafayel. your boyfriend nods and pulls you close to him, glaring down this bug like it is his greatest enemy, "alright, listen here, intruder, you better get out of here before i send you back where you came from!"

silence overtakes the room, and tension hikes rafayel's shoulders up. "i mean it! you better get the hell outta here!" he scolds the bug.

a few more seconds of silence before the bug starts to scatter, causing the pair of you to scream and move closer into one another's embrace. your boyfriend moves back to throw the frying pan at it, a loud crashing noise emitting from the floor as it kisses metal. you couldn't tell where it had gone, pressing your hands over your ears hard to block the noise. your artist lover has his arms around you, as if he's protecting you from the noise, and you both wait until quiet falls on the scene to look around.

"do you think it's gone?" you ask him worriedly.

"only one way to find out," he replies as he peaks over the counter to look for your little friend.

when he finds nothing, he slides off of the counter and slowly steps towards the frying pan. he lifts it by the very edge of the handle, and finds your nemesis underneath, dead. he lets out a big sigh of relief, and turns to meet your gaze. "i got it. it's okay, you can come down now."

"toss it out, make it go away, rafa, please!" you beg, still consumed by fear.

seeing your distress, the artist's voice comes soft as he adheres to your pleads, "okay, okay, love, i'm gonna make it go away."

once the body is disposed, rafayel moves to you with open arms. "it's gone, cutie, it's okay now."

your arms slide into his as he helps you off of the counter, and as you dust yourself off, he asks, "are you alright?"

you nod to his concerns, then wrap your arms around him. "thank you, rafa."

a smile graces his beautiful face as you grace him with your gratitude for his bravery, and he returns the gesture quickly. "of course, cutie. no bug is gonna get the best of me! i'll always be here to protect you, don't you worry about that."

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the last thing that's going to scare sylus is something that he could crush between his fingers. he is very desensitized to things that would disturb the average person, so no bug could bother him. however, learning about your fear relatively early on into his relationship with you made him more cautious around bugs. he knows the ones that frighten you most, and always comes when you call him to dispose of the creature that dares to discomfort his love.

you were getting ready to head to bed for the night, and awaiting your call from sylus so that you could fall asleep on the phone with him. sadly, you had to work tomorrow, so you couldn't go see him. you walk into the kitchen to turn off the lights when you see the little devil. instantly, you bolt to your bedroom, and text sylus that he needs to come over now.

when he received your message, your urgency made him believe that something terrible had happened. maybe your heart problems were acting up and you were in the hospital, or maybe someone from his line of work is trying to get ahold you. no matter the case, he is dashing to his bike to come to your rescue; he is not a man who prays, but right now, he is silently praying for your safety.

luckily, you hadn't locked your door for the night, so sylus didn't have to break it down upon arrival. he bursts through, eyes frantically searching for you. "kitten??" he yells.

hearing the door come open, you knew exactly who it was. "sylus!!" you yell back, rising from your bed and rushing over to him.

a small sense of calm runs through sylus' blood when he takes a breath, seeing you here and unharmed comforting him in ways he desperately needed. he firmly holds you by your elbows as you start to ramble nonsense, grounding you with a squeeze to your skin. "kitten, what's wrong?"

"a bug!! there's a bug, sylus, and i can't- please get it, i don't wanna go over there-" you beg him, then he slowly pulls you into his arms.

of all things that could have made his heart jump today, your bug fear was not on the expected list. usually, when you call him to take care of a bug, you give him some sort of sign that that's what's happening. this time around, you only told him to come over. thousands of possibilities rolled around in his head like the winning bingo number running around in its metal cage, but he's glad that all of his worst-case scenarios can be put to rest now.

the man chuckles and shakes his head, releasing your elbows and bringing one hand to your face to caress it. "i'll take care of it, sweetie. you go back to the bedroom, and i'll tell you when it's safe to come out, okay?"

you nod, then say, "thank you, sylus."

"anytime, sweetheart. now, go on," he waves you away with a smile, and you walk back to your room.

after he deals with the insect, sylus enters your bedroom and asks, "so, you really scared the daylights out of me for a bug, huh?"

you look up at him worriedly. only now do you realize what could have been going through his mind when he saw your text, and guilt gnaws on your bones like you're its last meal. "oh, sylus, i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to worry you, i just got really scared-"

another chuckle leaves him as he approaches you, taking a seat by your side on the bed and wrapping an arm around your shoulders to bring you to his side. "it's okay, dear. it isn't your fault. people do silly things when they're scared."

the white-haired love of yours notices the crease in your brow and pout on your lip, and cannot help but chuckle again. he squishes your cheeks and tilts your face up so your eyes meet. "i mean it. it's alright. how about i stay with you tonight? in case any more.."friends" decide to pay you a visit."

"but what about wor-"

"my work doesn't matter to me right now," sylus interrupts, "you are more important than any work i've ever done. now, let's finish getting ready for bed, then put on your comfort show to listen to while you fall asleep. how's that sound?"

all you can do is nod, and he brings your forehead to his lips to place a tender kiss to the skin. "good. now let's go."

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[threegoldfish]

It touches Steven's heart, to hear the man speak those words out into the open; He talks about himself, his... way of caring, if one shall call it such, just to then give more of those utterly kind words back to Steven.

And he... swallows again, feels his heart fluttering briefly behind the firm of his sternum. They step through the door, leave the infirmary behind---

"...I'm glad you could... grow into who you are now, doctor - despite it all." Despite his past, mentioned but not elaborated upon, and Steven gets it - doesn't push nor prod, just takes it the way it is, listens and accepts. Another smile, something soft at the edges, as he looks over at Harrow - allowing a second of silence to pass before he clears his throat once more.

"I'... I'm sorry that... things happened the way they did. But!" A finger lifts itself into the air, a sudden spark of energy existing, something cheerful, happy. "You have me now! While I, uhm, d-don't really want you to care about me all the time - that's bloody exhausting, really, you shouldn't do that! - I'm still... very happy about receiving some of it, as you may have noticed, so..." It is meant as a bit of a joke, perhaps, lighthearted and a little cheeky... but there's actually a good portion of sincerety stored within those words; Steven likes the man, after all, and he feels so much better because of him caring. Definitely won't complain if he gets to have a bit more of that, yeah...

A chuckle, a shrug, a soft exhale of air. Sheepish, again. "And... thank you. I can only give t-that back to you, honestly: Your words mean a lot. Not sure if you intended for them to, but... yeah." Another bit of something vaguely playful, but honest and heartfelt.

--

Getting to take a shower, to clean up thoroughly, had felt absolutely amazing to Steven - allowed him to calm down even further, to let go of that stress and anxiety that had filled the whole of his confused being after... well, everything, yeah. He'd also cleaned his face, as carefully as he could, removed all of that dried-up blood (ugh, disgusting) and some of the scabs that were already about to fall off all by themselves; The plaster across the bridge of his nose and the cut on his upper lip are what remains, and he's positive that he can deal with those.

And Steven had... written that letter. Yeah, he had. Mulled it over for a little while there, during the whole of that day - unsure if he really should take a first step and approach that Marc-guy in such a way. But then, in the early evening, he'd decided on giving it a try; Hearing about how much he must struggle had just done something to him, caused that tiny beating heart inside his chest to ache, so... really, there had been no way around it! Steven needed to write this letter, in an attempt to make the unknown man feel better about himself!

Did he start over about three times, throwing away paper after paper? Yes. Did it take him the whole damn evening up until the early night to get it done? Absolutely. But he'd managed, filled three entire pages with whatever he could come up with - talking about himself, what he likes to do, to eat, to listen to, to watch on TV, explained about his odd fascination for anything ancient Egypt, apologized for rambling so much, told about feeling sorry for Marc having to go through a lot of bad stuff...

---Erm, yeah, it's a very long letter indeed. But Steven finished it, satisfied with the outcome - put it to the side, then went to bed with a book in hand, intending to read a few pages.

He fell asleep before he could even start doing such.

--

Fingers trail along the pages of written text, tracing the lines, the rather messy handwriting; Marc's been reading the whole thing twice so far, is about to do it a third time. The sun's barely up yet, but he can hear some noise coming from outside of his room (people waking up, getting ready for breakfast) - he'd allowed the body to rest for about four hours, then woke up within it, and now here he is.

Moved. Affected. Shoulders heavy, brows furrowed, lips pressed into a thin line. What had happened the day before had... shaken things up quite a bit, yeah - caused Marc to come to terms with the fact that Steven's starting to take over the body without Marc allowing him to, which... well...

---God, the guilt is eating away on him, the fact that poor Steven had to go through it all - had to wake up in the infirmary with blood all over his shirt, nose and entire head hurting, that stupid nurse giving him the worst of times possible. Marc had always done everything he could to protect the man - to keep him from witnessing such kinds of things - but he'd failed this time, and... he thinks that it might not be the first time, all thigs considered.

There's a few days missing for him, after all, and he's pretty sure now that those have been lived by Steven instead. Harrow knows of him, after all, the two chatting along in a rather comfortable way---

Without that doctor having made his way over in the middle of the night, Steven would've gone through an even worse hell. Marc is beyond grateful - and... well, he... should probably tell Harrow such. Talk about the fact that the whole Steven-thing is nothing new to Marc, but rather a constant.

With a sigh falling from his lips, Marc rereads the letter for the mentioned third time. His heart aches because of it, to get to read all the things the other had written down so neatly - caring about Marc, despite not knowing him. Thinking of him being someone else somewhere within this facility, when in reality, Marc has been here with him all the damn time...

--

When it's finally time for Marc to go to the next meeting with Harrow, it's the late afternoon. A caretaker is picking him up from the community room, leads him over to that office; A knock on that door, and Marc is being let inside - he's sure that he doesn't need to introduce himself, Harrow will know by simply looking at him that this is, in fact, Marc - and not Steven.

Arthur glanced over as they walked, his expression unreadable for just a moment. He was caught in thought just behind his eyes, something distant but present; the words were nice. Hearing that he came across as a man who ‘cared a lot’ stuck to him harder than they should have; lingering like something rare. He didn’t wave it off. 

“Maybe a bit too much,” he echoed in agreement, an edge of a smile forming on his face. “You’re not the first person to say that. But I appreciate it, thank you.” 

His voice was odd around compliments, like there was something almost tired in it. Not the tired that came from not sleeping enough, but from something deeper - something older. Arthur felt old sometimes, in times like this; so much past that led up to such little in the present. 

“I didn’t always care,” he offered as they walked. “There was a time where I wouldn’t’ve cared if someone was in pain, even if I’d caused it.” His head tilted, considering; remembering something distant. “But that kind of life doesn’t give anything back. I guess you can say that I’ve grown into someone with a lot of care to give, but I have a past that doesn't give me a lot of people to give it to.” 

He gave Steven a smile, genuine and friendly. “So thank you. That meant a lot more than you probably intended it to.” 

At the door, he paused to press his ID to the lock. The door clicked open, Arthur holding it open for Steven so that the man could pass through first. “And for what it’s worth, I don’t think you drop bricks. I think you just… speak honestly. That’s rare. People are so used to being careful, they sometimes forget how comforting it is to be around someone who’s not trying to perform all the time.” 

Another smile, more than just something kind and polite. Something genuine, to some point; he liked Steven. He liked the honesty, he liked the way he rambled and cared - it was jarring when compared to Marc, but it was understandable why Marc might lock this part away from himself. It was easy to consider these traits to be ‘weak’ ones; but it was fascinating to see the man that it all combined into. 

“You’ve got clothes in the same place as last time. Shower is the same - no one should bother you. Feel free to stay in your room for a while, if it’d help you feel better - just take care of yourself. You’ve been through a lot, today.” 

[thezombieprostitute]

Hot Under the Collar

Summary: Andy gets a dose of something not asked for.

Warnings: Andy gets drugged, Dub con, Misuse of magic(?), Sex pollen, Smut. Please let me know if I missed any!

Word Count: ~2.4k

A/N: Written for @gremlin-girly's 20 Questions. Prompts:

Character 8 - Andy Barber Question 2 - "Do you ever shut the fuck up?" Trope 19 - Sex Pollen / Fuck or die

Working as a paralegal for the District Attorney could really be a mixed bag. There were valleys of boredom because of the routine nature of the cases, and there were chaotic storms when something big happened. You'd learned how to weather the droughts and floods better than most. Now you were the most senior legal assistant in the building. It wasn't great work, but it was comfortable.

Really the biggest difficulty you have is with all of the younger paralegals going all heart eyes for Mr. Barber, the Assistant DA. You don't understand the attraction, but it's probably just because he's not your type. You prefer the dorky guys with glasses.

That is not Mr. Barber; workaholic, all about looking professional, not letting his personal life get in the mix. It's one of the reasons he still wore his wedding ring despite the divorce being years ago. Honestly, it really made him one of the better bosses you've had. No small awkward small talk about nonexistent weekend plans. No unwanted flirting. Just work, sometimes a compliment whenever you brought in homemade sweets to share.

One day Kat, one of the newer paralegals brought in a small batch of cookies just for Mr. Barber. She made a bit of a show about putting them on his desk, even wearing a very low cut dress for the occasion. She started talking about how much work she put into them and basically wouldn't stop gushing until he'd eaten one and complimented her on it.

She walked back to her desk looking like the cat that ate the canary. All you could to was shake your head and keep working.

A couple hours later Mr. Barber, looking somehow both pale and flushed, mentions he's not feeling well and needs to go home.

Kat jumps up, breasts bouncing a little, "I'll take you home, Andy."

"No," he shakes his head and puts out a hand. "Not a good idea." He takes a few breaths. "Don't want to get you sick."

"I don't mind, sir," she chirps, holding her arms so her breasts are pushed out a little more.

"No!" His outburst gets everyone's attention and his face turns a shade of red. "Not feeling well. Going home. Alone."

She slumps into her chair, disappointment written all over her face.

The next day Mr. Barber calls in sick. You're starting to worry about him. He's always taken such good care of his health. Especially since he doesn't have anyone to take care of him.

Kat is grousing at her desk when you ask her notified that Mr. Barber won't be coming in today. There's a flurry of activity because all of his cases need to get reassigned or rescheduled. She's visibly frustrated, even though she got the smallest number of cases to work on.

"This is so stupid," she complains to you. "Hey, you know Andy's address, right?"

"Yes, but I don't think it's a good idea to visit him," you tell her. "Mr. Barber so rarely gets sick this is likely something you're not going to want to catch."

"Oh please, it's nothing!" she pouts.

"Mr. Barber doesn't call in sick for 'nothing,'" you counter. "In all my years working for him, calling in sick is a very rare, very serious occasion."

"But it's just a little love potion!"

There's a bit of quiet after she blurts that out.

"What was that?" you raise an eyebrow as the Canavan, the DA moves closer.

Kat is suddenly flustered, clearly realizing her mistake. "It was just a little love potion in those cookies I made for him yesterday. He just needs to...get some loving and he'll be fine."

"You drugged him?!" the Canavan exclaims.

"No! I mean...technically, yes, but it's harmless! Easy cure! I can fix it, if I can just sleep with him!"

"Kat, you're going to sit and wait for the police to arrive," Canavan orders.

"But it's an easy fix!"

"You drugged someone!" Canavan points to you. "Call Andy and tell him he needs to get the hospital ASAP! And if he doesn't answer go to his apartment."

"Yes, ma'am," you nod, picking up the office phone.

"But he's supposed to sleep with me!" Kat stomps her foot.

It isn't long before you're knocking on his door. "Mr. Barber! Mr. Barber, can you open the door?" You tell him who it is, just in case he doesn't recognize your voice and tell him it's an emergency.

Mr. Barber opens the door and pulls you inside, slamming the door shut behind you. You want to yell but the words die on your tongue as you take in his condition. And his naked form.

He's beyond disheveled. His normally perfect hair and beard are all a mess. His chest is drenched in sweat. His...erection is looking red with precum at the tip.

You're further shocked when he locks the door and pulls you close, sniffing your hair.

"M...Mr. Barber," you stammer. He rubs his beard along your neck as his surprisingly strong arms hold you tight. "Mr. Barber---"

"Andy," he growls.

"Mr. Barber," you spit. "You've been poisoned. We've got to get you to a hospital!"

"Poisoned?"

"Those cookies Kat gave you? She drugged them or something. We have to get you to the emergency room."

"Kat," he sneers. "Don't need her. Don't need her bland cookies. Don't need the ER. Just need you. The one constant in my life. My guiding star."

He hands start to wander and you try smacking him away. When that doesn't work you stop his toes and he immediately lets go with a yell.

You try to get to the door, you can call an ambulance from the hall, but he's quick to block your path. Rather than looking angry or hurt, he gets on his knees, holding his hands on front of him, eyes frantic.

"Please, please, I know I'm not in control of myself. I'm sorry! Please!"

"We need to get you to a hospital," you reiterate.

"No, no, no, please!" he begs, hands pressed together like he's praying. "No one can see me like this. It'll kill my reputation. It'll hurt the entire office!"

"It's a medical emergency, there's no shame in that," you roll your eyes.

"There is when it's a priapism!" he whines. "Do you have any idea how much the jokes will affect my entire career? Especially if this makes the news?! No jury would ever take me seriously again and the public defendants would have an easy target to dismantle all my arguments!"

"I suppose I can see the logic," you sigh. "But you still need medical help."

"Did Kat say what she poisoned me with?"

"She said it was supposed to be a love potion?" you shake your head. "Which probably explains...that," you gesture to his erection. "Probably had stuff that affects... blood flow or libido or something."

"Love potion?"

"That's what she called it," you shrug. "I'm guessing you've tried the usual stuff, like thinking about baseball, taking a cold shower..."

"I've done all that and can't stop jerking myself off," he admits, cheeks red with shame. "The closest I had to relief was when I was holding you. It's why I didn't want to let go."

"Oh no," you groan, putting your head in your hands. "She implied...implied that...sex was the...the cure."

Mr. Barber's eyes widen and he crawls closer to you, "please! Please help me! I promise I'll make it good for you!"

"Is there anyone else to help you? Maybe a girlfriend? A close friend, even?"

"No," he shakes his head, tears forming. "Since Laurie left I just couldn't let myself get close to anyone. You're the one person I'm closest too and that's mainly because you're the most reliable person in my life. The one I can actually count on. Who won't leave me."

You give a resigned sigh. "After this, we're getting you a dating profile."

He winces as if you slapped him but gets on his feet to hug you. "Don't want anyone but you. You're the most amazing, wonderful, beautiful, reliable---"

"Do you ever shut the fuck up?!" you snap. "I'm not exactly having a great time here! Sleeping with my boss is a line I've never wanted to cross! And I wouldn't have to if you'd just go to the hospital! But no, it's not good for your reputation. And fine, I understand that, but it doesn't mean I want this!"

"I'm so sorry," he whispers, tears pouring from his eyes. "I promise, I swear on my career, I'll make it up to you."

"I'm sure you will," you shake your head, eyes rolling. "But for now, go lay down on your bed." He's quick to obey your direction and you take that as a good sign.

You undress as you approach him. He really is handsome and surprisingly well muscled. Maybe you can just forget that he's your boss for however long this takes.

As you get close, he moves to hold you but you stop him. "We're going to do this how I need it done, understood?" He nods. "Scoot down a little because I'm going to sit on that face of yours and you're going to put that mouth to good use. Got it?"

"Yes, yes, please!" he licks his lips, eyes focused on your naked form.

You hover over his face and take a little pleasure from hearing his whines. He's keeping himself still, awaiting your instruction. The thought of this normally stolid man becoming a whimpering mess for you helps you get more into the mood.

"Go to town," you tell him.

A small growl is your only warning before he wraps his arms around your thighs and pulls you all the way down onto his face. A gasp escapes your lips as his tongue gets to work. You have to use the headboard to steady yourself; you weren't expecting him to be good at this. Maybe it's the beard scratching your inner thighs or the fact that he's eating you out like a man starved or how long it's been since you've had sex, but you're feeling so good already. His groans and moans have you grinding his face, chasing your release.

You're not expecting him to keep going after you've cum, but it just seems to excite him more. You can feel his body twitching and you look over your shoulder to see his cock shooting semen all over his stomach, some reaching his chest.

"Okay, that should be enough, right?" you rasp, trying to lift yourself off of his face.

He answers you with another growl and pulls you back into place.

"Mr. Barber," you whine. "Mr. Barber, please. That has to be enough."

Your world gets flipped and you're suddenly on your back.

"Andy," he growls. "I'm not Mr. Barber here."

"Fine, Andy," you acquiesce, slightly nervous at how feral he's looking with your juices all over his beard. "You just came all over yourself. Isn't that enough?"

"It was the best orgasm I've had since I ate those damn cookies," he admits. "It helped, but it's not enough. Need to be inside you. Please!"

You reach out and grab his hair, pulling his head back so he has to look at you. "You better be damn grateful I'm on the pill."

"And I'll make sure you get some Plan B just in case, too," he promises. "Just please, please, let me cum inside you."

"Fine," you shrug, trying to hide your nerves.

Andy quickly kisses his way up your front, pausing at your breasts for a few moments, alternating licking and biting your nipples. You're rolling your hips as he gets to your mouth and kisses you, deep and passionate. You revel in the taste of yourself on his tongue and open your legs a little wider.

He lines himself up with your entrance and quickly pushes his erection into you. You keen a little at the size, pulling his hair.

When he's fully sheathed, you feel his cock twitching and he looks like he's cumming again already. Whatever it was Kat drugged him with was clearly potent. You figure Andy has to have been in a lot of pain.

Andy pulls out a little and you think he's done, but instead he thrusts himself back into your core with a moan.

"I knew you'd feel so good," he groans as his hips pick up speed. "Sweetest tasting pussy, too. You're so good for me." He pushes himself up just enough so he can watch your breasts bounce with each thrust.

Figuring he's lost in his own drugged up state, only concerned with his own pleasure, you reach your hand down between your bodies and start playing with your clit.

"Was my mouth not good enough for you?" he growls.

"What the hell makes you think that was enough for me?" you bite back. "Doesn't matter. We're here for your pleasure. Let me just make sure I get to have some, too."

"I'm sorry," he concedes. "I'm out of control. I know I am. I don't know what to do."

"You can shut up, keep fucking me, and not comment when I try to get myself off!"

"Yes, ma'am," he groans, continuing to piston into your pussy.

With only the lascivious sounds of your hips meeting, it's easier for you to focus on making yourself feel good. On pretending you're with someone else, one of the IT guys who shares your love of bad jokes. Most importantly, pretending you're not with your boss.

When you finally do cum again, it sets him off. He moans and puts all of his weight on you, kissing and biting along your neck.

The two of you lay there for a minute, Andy catching his breath. He pulls out of you and tears up. "The pain's finally gone," he rasps. I think...I think it's finally out of my system."

"Good," you answer hoarsely. "Then you can get off of me. You are not a small man."

"Shit, sorry!" he quickly rolls off of you.

"I'll stick around for another hour or so, make sure things are actually...settled, but then I'm going home."

"What? You don't have to go."

"You're my boss and this is a lot for me to process," you confess, tears starting to form in your eyes.

"What...what do you need me to do? What can I do to help you?"

"Give me space and keep things professional in the office."

"Okay..." he mumbles, disappointment written all over his face.

An hour later, when it looks like he has kicked whatever the drug from the cookies was, you head home. Andy desperately wants you to stay with him. Wants to comfort you. Take care of you. It's strange, he thinks. Before today he'd only ever thought of you as a friend, a reliable coworker. But now he can't stop thinking about you, and thinking of how he can win your heart.

Maybe there was some magic in those cookies, he thinks.

Tagging: @alicedopey; @delicatebarness; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @irishhappiness; @kmc1989; @lokislady82; @peaches1958; @ronearoundblindly; @thiquefunlover63

[keiwg]

Silent Stares

Yearner!Tsukishima Kei x Reader

Warnings: toxic relationship

Word count: 1,505

Kei fumbled to put on his headphones when he caught a glimpse of your silhouette in his peripheral vision. You worked a part-time job at the vinyl store he frequented—and he had fallen in love at first sight. He couldn’t believe it, but unfortunately, he knew the exact moment it happened.

It replayed in his head at least five times a day.

He remembered walking into the store with his headphones on, like always, searching for a new album to break his usual rotation. He skipped a few songs and landed on love. by wave to earth. As the romantic guitar intro started playing, you passed by.

For a second, Kei could’ve sworn there was a halo above your head—the high afternoon sun forming a rim on top of your hair. You were smiling to yourself while checking your phone, until your eyes met his.

About thirty seconds later, Kei realized he had been caught red-handed, shamelessly staring. Embarrassed, he rushed out of the store, fully convinced he’d just lost about a hundred aura points in that single moment.

Since then, he hadn’t been able to listen to love. He hadn’t been able to go back to that vinyl store. And most of all, he hadn’t been able to get you off his mind.

He kept wondering what could’ve possibly been so funny on your phone that you laughed out loud that day—and whether whatever was on your phone could have been his chance to get closer to you.

Luckily (?) for Kei, both of those questions had just been answered.

Returning to reality, Kei finally got his headphones on. His head turned automatically—as if his eyes were moths and you were a flame. And in that instant, he realized two things.

One: you were wearing his school’s uniform. Two: you were holding hands with another guy.

Did SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK seriously have to start playing?

Well, it was fine. Kei was always down for a little competition.

Who knew he had such perseverance in him?

And who knew bagging a girl with a boyfriend would be so difficult?

The next day, Kei looked for you at school. Luckily for him, you were the same age—but obviously, you had no classes together (duh). If you did, Kei would’ve noticed you immediately. After doing some more research (stalking you), he found out you weren’t in any after-school clubs and mostly spent your evenings either at the vinyl store or with your boyfriend. Kei found himself hating your boyfriend. He knew it was wrong, but he didn’t care.

What was so great about the guy anyway?

Kei was taller. Probably smarter. Definitely more athletic.

He subconsciously sighed as he headed over to the rooftop, long limbs dragging as he moped. Spacious areas at high altitudes often helped clear his mind, and a clear mind was what he needed. Maybe some peace, even.

He did not get any peace; in fact, he got quite the opposite. He pinched his nose bridge then adjusted his glasses, silently taking in the scene before him.

You hugged your legs tighter as your back heaved. Your back trembled with each sob, the sound carrying into the clear, open sky. Your forehead was practically glued to your knees, which were wet with tears. You turned your head to the side, clicking on the voice message you had listened to on repeat for the past ten minutes. You could not believe what the familiar voice was saying, you refused to believe it.

"Hey, I'm not really sure how to say this, but to be honest, I've been disloyal. Shit, ever since the beginning, there’s been someone else, and I just deluded myself and led you on with this idea that we were something. I'm sorry, and I feel horrible. I don't know how you'll feel after this, but the last thing I'd want is for you to cry—because I'm not worth your tears. It's not your fault, its mine, and I'm sorry for adding another burden to your life. You don't deserve that. You deserve someone so much better than me. Again, I'm sorry, but I think it's time to part ways. I'll always have respect and admiration for you, but I'm sorry that I couldn't bring myself to love you."

Kei was astonished—for once in his life, he was truly at a loss for words. The loathing he felt toward this random guy intensified in just thirty seconds. But there was one sentence in the message he couldn’t disagree with: you really did deserve someone so much better than him. Kei turned around, as guilty as he felt there was a slight hope sprouting from the pits of his stomach. He finally had a chance now.

Retreating momentarily, he went to the vending machine and bought a bottle of water. Everyone likes water, right?

Then he returned to his spying spot, lingering there, unsure how to make an entrance. Bracing himself, he felt a cool breeze graze his face as he slowly pushed the rooftop door open.

You lifted your head from your knees, wondering who would possibly intrude on your safe space at a time like this. You couldn’t bring yourself to care about how you looked, though you did quickly wipe the snot from your nose. When you looked up, you were met with the sight of that weird guy with the staring problem—the one who had once wandered into the vinyl store where you worked.

Who knew he went to your school? Small world, right?

Kei’s eyes locked with yours once more, but this time, he didn’t get lost in them. This time, you felt a cool sensation on your cheek as he gently pressed the water bottle against your face.

As confused as you were, you gratefully accepted it, chugging about half in a single gulp. You hadn’t realized how dehydrated the crying had made you until the water hit your throat. After a moment, you shifted slightly and patted the spot next to you. Kei immediately seized the moment and sat down, staring out into the distance—almost as if looking directly at you might turn him to stone. (It would.)

"What’s your name?"

Your voice was barely a croak, hoarse from sobbing so intensely. But for some reason, in that moment, you absolutely needed to know.

"Kei. Tsukishima Kei."

He was facing you now, golden-brown eyes meeting yours. And somehow, you had the quiet sense that he already knew your name—so you didn’t bother saying it. You both sat in silence as the sun dipped below the horizon, a warm peachy tone replacing the clear blues in the sky. But this silence wasn’t uncomfortable, like the one you used to share with your now ex-boyfriend.

No—this silence felt like communication. Like comfort. Like an unspoken promise that Kei would be there for you from now on. And maybe, just maybe, a quiet foreshadowing that he’d play a much larger role in your life than you ever expected.

From that day forward, Kei began frequenting his favorite vinyl store again—always timing his visits just before your shift ended, just so he could walk you home. The two of you never spoke about that rooftop encounter, but you mutually knew it had pulled you closer.

Kei treated you better than your ex ever did. The two of them were complete opposites. While your ex often whispered sweet nothings, his kindness lived only in his words. Kei, on the other hand, didn’t say much—he preferred to listen.

But oh, how he listened.

The few words he did speak were usually ones of sarcasm or teasing remarks, but if you mentioned you were struggling in a subject, he would stay up all night crafting a personalized lesson plan—then patiently tutor you the next day, even if it meant running on zero sleep for forty-eight hours. If you mentioned you liked a certain snack, he would remember that forever, even going as far as carrying it in his bag 24/7 just in case you got hungry.

You often found yourself wondering why was Kei so nice to you.

Based on what your classmates said, Kei wasn’t exactly known for being outwardly kind. If anything, most people described him as mean. But to you, he was anything but.

So, when he walked you home the next day, you asked—genuinely curious—why he treated you so differently.

Kei was dumbfounded.

To him, his feelings were obvious. Like seriously—what kind of guy walks a girl home while carrying her backpack every day just to be nice? Maybe some—but definitely not him.

“Obviously because I like you,” he said, eyes narrowed. “I would never treat anyone else like this. Take the hint, stupid…”

You were stunned. You didn’t know whether to admit your feelings back or laugh at the sheer offense in his tone. So, you responded the way Kei always did: with your actions.

You reached out and intertwined your fingers with his.

You walked home in silence, quietly acknowledging each other with every step.