#i kinda want to talk to a doctor about it but it sounds strange

[ableedingpromise]

Why the fuck is the airpipe and the food pipe right next to each other

[luveline]

Hi Jade!! I love your writing so much! you wrote a few fics of postprison!reid with kinda shy!reader like the one where she faints and I loved that dynamic and that Reid, do you think you could write some more? pls pls pls <3333333

cw non-consensual drug use /reader is spiked 

Spencer is quite gorgeous. He has a great smile, soft and a little shy without teeth, exuberantly bright like a commercial with teeth. He’s smiling like he can read your mind now, fishing for your hand, and taking it into both of his. Your pinky in one hand and your index the other, he wriggles your hand back and forth and laughs softly. “You don’t handle inebriation well.” 

“What?” you ask, startled. You can’t believe he’s touching you like this, casual, like he’s your boyfriend. Your hot boyfriend.

“You think I’m hot?” 

You squint at him. “What?” you ask. 

He covers your hand gently with both of his. “Nevermind. Do you want something to eat now?” 

“No.” You’ll throw up. Chunks, probably, your breakfast. And it wasn’t even a healthy breakfast. It was waffles and whipped cream and then a donut on the way to the office, Spencer will be able to tell, he’s too smart, he’s too everything. 

“I’m not that smart,” he says kindly. 

That’s a straight up lie. 

He laughs heartily, at odds with his quiet talking, and you’re so confused because it’s like he’s reading your mind? Can he read your mind? There’s so much stuff about yourself you don’t want him to know, your chest hurts thinking about it, you don’t want to tell him anything—

“I think I’ll go find you a hot chocolate,” Spencer says, the sleeve of his shirt falling down unbuttoned to his wrist as he stands. He pushes it back up. He is surprisingly underdressed today and you’ve no idea why. “Does that sound nice?” 

“I don’t think you should leave.” 

“I don’t want you to tell me stuff you don’t want to tell me,” he says. 

“But if you leave I’ll be by myself.” You sound strange to your ears. Crackly, like a garden fire.

Spencer perches himself on the hospital bed next to you. You’re sitting cross-cross on the tight white and blue sheets, waiting for something? Something was supposed to happen, you know that. A doctor was going to take your blood. You look down at the crook of your elbow to find they already have, a cotton pad medical-taped to the skin. 

“I’m not going anywhere if you don’t want me to go,” he says, taking your arm into his hands with the same care he’d shown your fingers. He lifts the corner of the tape and begins to pull it away from the direction it had been stuck in, stretching it, and removing it from you without any pain. 

“Where did you learn that?” you ask. 

Spencer holds your arm in his hand now the cotton ball is done. “Learn what?” 

You’re not interested in asking him again. Weirdly, your throat feels dry, but you won’t tell him because he’ll offer hot chocolate again and you don’t want him to go. 

“Hey,” he says, “not going anywhere until it wears off. Not if you need me.” 

How does he always know what to say? 

“You know, why don’t you get into bed and lay down for a little bit? You must be tired, sitting up. It’s so late.” His voice is a sheet of silk. 

“I thought we were going home?” you ask. 

“We can’t, bub,” —that’s a new one— “not for now. But we will tonight, I promise.” 

“Why not now?” 

He smiles sadly. “‘Cos you’re coming down, Y/N.” 

You frown. “Oh.” 

“I know.” Spencer wraps and arm around your back. “But you’re not alone.” He ducks in until your faces are almost touching. “You know? It’ll go away soon.” 

You don’t know why you say it, but you say, “You’re so nice to me. Even when you’re scary.” 

“Am I scary?” he murmurs. 

You look at him long and hard, feeling the warm rub of his thumb as he smooths a short line into your back. Spencer is intimidating, maybe, because you hadn’t known him when he got out of prison, and he's pretty like a model, or a movie star. But he isn’t scary. That’s not the right word. 

“No,” you say. “I guess not.” You pause. “I feel weird.” 

He doesn’t laugh like you, just hugs you tighter. “It’ll get better.” 

[pomefioredove]

okay after reading all the goth hc, I gotta ask. how do you think the guys would react (any of them but preferred Floyd and Idia ) to playing them goth music/show them a trad goth outfit/makeup look (suprise them maybe? For example: I hc Leona to just have the least slay music taste to mankind (beastmankind?) so you play him- idk let’s say Lebanon Hanover, and he’s like “wtf is this herbivore?” But then he kinda gets into it. no pressure to write for it btw!

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ANON I was literally thinking about making a post like this a few days before this ask... you have my heart. I'm doing a full post

summary: nrc boys and goth type of post: headcanons characters: nrc students additional info: platonic or romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is not specified to be yuu, half-headcanons half-x reader author's note: I'm assuming that goth as a subculture and a music scene already exists in this world. this post is also mostly about the music scene

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Riddle is essentially a baby bat

he's like, two bad life choices away from going full victorian goth at any given moment

he flat out refuses to listen to anything "vulgar" but secretly adores the dark, poetic side to goth

he's also morbidly obsessed with death, being a sad victorian boy and the child of two doctors. it works

as much as I hate to say it, Ace starts out as the kind of guy to say he wants a "goth gf" on multiple occasions

he proudly announces it to everyone at an unbirthday party once and Riddle almost kills him for being annoying for interrupting

thinks the music is too sad

...but he mellows out eventually (your influence)

both Deuce and Trey are not particularly interested

(Deuce leaned into punk music as a preteen but has since "given it up" because it's too unruly for an aspiring honors student, in his opinion)

Cater inexplicably already knows a lot about goth

won't talk about it unless you bring it up first but if you play him something semi-popular

he'll be like "oh yeah I know that one"

he has a few songs on his playlist he listens to when he's alone

is a goth magnet himself. pulls many hot goths. no one knows how

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Jack is also not really into it. not his thing

however I can see him secretly being into emo

make of that what you will

and Ruggie will never pass you the aux again. he calls it "halloween music"

Leona acts thoroughly uninterested for a long time

like, he'll listen to the music you give him, but doesn't really say whether he likes it or not

says he doesn't care about the scene (thinks it's too pretentious)

and pretends to be annoyed when you give him more song recs

but he gets into it. he starts listening on his own

he has a definite preference for gothic rock

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Jade is already goth (to me at least)

and very eager to talk about his favorite bands

loves giving recommendations

apparently the coral sea has its own goth subgenres and bands, which sound... much different from land ones

Floyd will listen (has listened, thanks to his brother) but he doesn't particularly care

he much prefers the aesthetic, it reminds him of home

...being that he's from the deep sea, where it's dark and cold

the flowy, dark, elegant looks are just enchanting to him. he can't keep his eyes off it

Azul couldn't be bothered

he's willing to learn, but isn't a huge fan of the general... strangeness

(he doesn't really understand why anyone would want to be perceived as strange in the first place)

and the music is so unmelodic to him

"that was just a man moaning and a gate creaking for seven minutes" and then he bans you from his office

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Kalim literally listens to goth already

I don't know how to explain it but I know he does

it's so funny because he never ever dresses goth or acts stereotypically goth but every once in a while he'll be like "who wants to hear my new favorite song? :D" and it's like, alien sex fiend. and no one can say anything about it

Jamil is an appreciator

depending on what you show him, he could really get into the lyricism and general mood

...if only because he finds goth dancing absolutely mesmerizing

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Rook is goth

he only dresses the part sometimes, but he's always been very passionate about the poetic elements of the music

...really into french coldwave

in terms of fashion he leans romantic goth

it just makes sense to me. he could find beauty in absolutely anything, and the dark and macabre are no exception

will talk your ear off about his favorite bands if you give him the chance

Vil is really more into the style than the music

he's dabbled in a little bit of everything; trad goth, romantic goth, medieval goth. he pulls all of it off

honestly, if anything, the gothic style compliments his features and tastes more than anything

he has such a respect for the subculture and the dedication that goes into the visual elements

Epel doesn't get it. sorry 😔

he will listen to the music you recommend because he cares about you, but he just doesn't like it

he's in the same boat as Azul. "was that a slide whistle?"

absolutely baffled, but he likes you and it's a small price to pay for your happiness

(and he thinks the fashion is too androgynous for his tastes)

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I feel like Idia also used to think he wanted a goth until he saw the e-girl vs goth discourse, freaked out, then spent two weeks reading about different subcultures

...still wants a goth partner

but now he actually knows what that means

will listen to any music you give him out of respect (fear) and won't say anything about whatever weird taxidermy-related hobby you have

he's surrounded by death all the time anyway who cares

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you could get Silver to listen to the cure's entire discography and he'd come out of it really enjoying just like heaven and nothing else

it's just... not for him

(plus the slower songs put him to sleep)

Malleus somehow hasn't even heard of goth as a genre when you approach him

he is. a little disappointed it's not music about the architecture style

but he still warms up to it, especially as someone who enjoys finding the beauty in the dark and misunderstood

you can fix him. you can goth him.

Sebek joins only after everyone in Diasomnia gets in on it with you (he doesn't like being left out)

he loves it because silver doesn't and malleus does

peepaw Lilia is an old goth

he was around when the music scene started, and he also remembers the literature movement it was named after, and the popular architecture style that was named after, and...

...you get it

still, he's always pleased to learn about new bands and subgenres and styles and the like

could and will talk about it for hours and hours with you

he dresses the part, too

we love him

[puppetwoman17]

I’ve been wanting to talk about this but I thought it would sound weird and kinda Mary Sue like! Glad to hear that I’m not the only one.

I’m very adamant on Cap being a pillar in not only the magic community(cause of his Champion role obviously) but the hero community as well. He’s well-known for his heroics and impossible stories about battling sentient worms and being diplomatic with alien dinosaurs.

He’s also loved for the advice he gives. All Billy wants to do is bring smiles to these peoples’ days. He dishes out advice like it’s candy and always sees the good in people. He’s great at looking at situations through multiple viewpoints and understanding everyone’s thought processes. This in particular helps with the Superman and Superboy problem. He tells both of them individually that both of their hardships are valid. Clark is allowed to feel violated because his DNA was stolen and mutated in a way that was against his consent. Connor never asked to be created, always wanting Superman’s love but never receiving it.

They reconcile, and Billy doesn’t think much of it, because it’s what anyone would do, right? No biggie. He even does something similar with Red Arrow, convincing him that he’s not just a clone. He’s his own person. He built his own life. He has his own achievements. He shouldn’t feel bad for any of this because none of it was in his control. And Roy is so damn grateful because it feels like a weight has been taken off his shoulders.

Marvel just shrugs. No biggie.

He talks Leaguers through both personal and professional problems and guides them onto a simple, honest path because adults make everything so damn complicated so why can’t you just sit THE FUCK DOWN—

Ahem.

So he helps with that too. No biggie, right? Just another good deed.

He expands his one-way business to other teams too, like the JSA, the YJ team, the Teen Titans, etc. Spends time with each of them, helps them solve their own problems whether they’re big or small.

No biggie, right?

Fucking. Wrong.

The world of heroes absolutely adores him! The other hero teams look to him like he’s the cool uncle. Despite no one knowing jackshit about his personal life, they trust him wholeheartedly. They know he’s got their back.

That’s actually what hurts, tho. Whenever anyone asks him about his life outside the cape, he gets tongue-tied. Panicked. Silent. Doesn’t say a word until a new topic is brought up and then changes wheels like it’s nothing. It hurts, knowing he doesn’t trust them. They know it’s stupid, he never had obligations to tell them anything about the real him, but it stings. Where does he go when he isn’t Cap? Does he have family? A lover? Hobbies? Pets? Why is he like a brick wall with them? Did they do something wrong?

Things get especially annoying when characters like Booster Gold(from the future) and Doctor Fate(Lord of Order, basically on the same pedestal as the Champion) know his identity and don’t even bother to hide that fact. Leaguers will frequently catch Booster making knowing jabs at the Captain, winking and saying strange things that get the Captain riled up and shaking his head profusely. Nabu is no help either, with Leaguers catching him and Marvel quietly conversing. When someone, say, Barry, shows up, Marvel stops talking.

It fucking hurts. A lot. And Billy doesn’t even notice the looks of jealousy cast at his future teammate and fellow Lord by his coworkers. The YJ team is not taking that shit because that is their den dad. Diana doesn’t appreciate that these strangers know more about her brother than she does. Flash is all confused and slightly annoyed because when are they gonna play another prank on Hal? Is he just gonna keep talking to those weirdos all day? And the next?

Billy’s honestly just happy to be here. He never thought he’d get past the age of ten, so doing all of this, helping these heroes while learning more about himself, is just great. He’s speedrunning his way through every moody, self-righteous, hurt, traumatized hero with no sweat on his back.

So yeah, he is beloved and he doesn’t even know it. You betcha that when Cap’s identity is revealed, everyone goes full mama bear/papa bear/protective older brother or sister on him. No way is he leaving without supervision.

Nabu and Booster are rolling their eyes cause hello? That’s the Champion of Magic. If anything, he’s the one they should be worried about.

Yeah, they are politely asked to leave after that. Anyhow Billy, wanna go get some hot chocolate 😘😍

Excuse the word vomit.

[vickiee-mcmuffin]

You're a tease

Word count: 3k

Pairing: Surgeon Stephen Strange x Surgeon Female Reader

Trope: Explicit smut (18+ Warning, Minors DNI)

Summary: You and Stephen work together in the same hospital. You constantly like to tease each other, and one day you both end up in one of the supply closets in the hospital.

A/N: I hope you like this. I've not done a Surgeon Stephen fic before, so I wanted to try and do one. Please be kind 🫣

It had been exactly two months since you started working at the same hospital as Stephen Strange. The second you met him, you noticed instantly what an ego he had on him—but to be fair, he was one of the best neurosurgeons to ever exist.

He had the tendency to be cocky and arrogant, and he also possessed a slight temper, but that just made him a target for you. You enjoyed teasing people who had that same uptight, too good for everyone attitude, so it was no different when you interacted with Stephen. You always made snarky, little comments when you were around him and even teased him about how good he was with his hands. That led to him teasing you right back. He’d also smirk at you as he saw you in the hallways, rattling off some smart ass comment your way. You both ended up teasing each other whenever you were together.

You were a few good hours into your shift at the hospital and just finished up your coffee break, on your way to the next scheduled surgery of the day. But that was when you felt someone bump into your shoulder softly and you smiled when you saw that it was Stephen.

“Hi,” you said, watching him smile right back at you.

“Hi. Where are you off to?”

“Dr. West needs help with his patient’s upcoming surgery.”

“Oh, have fun with that,” he said, voice drenched with sarcasm.

You gave your eyes a roll. “Dr. West is a great guy and an amazing doctor.”

Stephen watched you closely before raising an eyebrow. “Wait are you…” He paused and cleared his throat. “You're not…”

“What?”

“Sleeping together?” he whispered.

You laughed. “Why do you want to know? And what would even happen if I was sleeping with him?”

“No reason…” he said with a mutter, his eyes darkening a little.

You were certain he was jealous, and that just made you laugh. “Someone looks like they’re a little jealous.”

“I’m not.”

You giggled some more. “I’m not involved with Dr. West like that. He’s not really my type, anyway.”

You heard Stephen let out a laugh as you spun on your heels to walk away, but then Stephen said something that made you stop in your tracks.

“What is your type then?” he asked.

Turning around, you looked him right in the eyes, giving him a smile. “Oh, you know… Someone tall with dark hair and blue eyes and with… very, very talented hands. That’s more my type.” Looking at Stephen, you could see him eyeing you up and down very slowly, a smirk growing on his face. But instead of giving him the chance to say a thing to you, you spun back around and walked to the surgery room.

“I’ll see you later!” you called out over your shoulder. Yeah, you’d never get tired of teasing him.

******

The surgery with Dr. West was a complete success and you were happy that it was over and done with. Standing in the hand washing station, you let the cool water run over your hands, the sound of the door opening behind you. Looking up into the mirror, you spotted Stephen in the reflection.

Turning around, you gave your wet hands a shake. “Fancy seeing you here.”

Stephen chuckled and moved over to the spot next to you, turning on the tap. “How did the surgery go?”

“It went well.”

There was a long silence between the two of you before Stephen broke it. “Were you talking about me when you were telling me earlier about what your type was?”

You looked at him and he looked right back at you. “What did you think?”

“I think you’ve been teasing me for so long now. I kinda want to do something about it.”

“Well, you have fun teasing me too.”

“That’s true.” He took a step over to you.

You felt yourself getting all warm at that. “Well, what are you going to do about it, Doctor?”

It happened in a second flat. Stephen grabbed your waist and yanked you closer before he pressed his lips to yours. You whined at the sudden impact of his mouth, his tongue moving right against yours. The kiss was deep and long and heated, your urge to have Stephen, all of him, growing by the second. You gasped when he lifted one of your legs up, wrapping it around him as he pressed himself to you, letting you feel his hardening cock behind his pants.

Stephen pulled away from you suddenly. “How long are you free for?”

“Twenty minutes,” you said with a pant.

“Good.”

With that, he was kissing you again and you were kissing him right back, his big hand pushing down your scrub trousers and panties. A choked cry escaped your lips as his long, skilled fingers found your pussy.

“You’re so wet,” he whispered, one of his fingers rubbing at your clit. He was moving against you in soft, gentle circles, and even though his touch was light, all you could feel was pure pleasure building up. His skilled fingers knew exactly how to touch and rub, pressing down just hard enough to make you whine. “God, you’re so fucking soaked for me, aren’t you?”

“Stephen,” you whined out, your own hand reaching down. You dragged it across the bulge in his pants and he groaned deeply.

You were so ready to get lost in him when the door suddenly opened and you both bolted away from another, both of you sticking your hands under the sink to pretend like you were just washing up. Breathing heavy, you looked over your shoulder to see that it was Dr. West who had interrupted you both.

“Doctor Strange,” Dr. West murmured. “And hello to you as well, Y/N.”

“Dr. West," Stephen said with a nod.

“Hey,” you said quietly, and then the room was uncomfortably quiet until Dr. West finally left.

“We’ll have to continue this some place else,” Stephen murmured.

“Where?” you asked.

He hummed, looking like he was in deep thought, and then his eyes finally found yours again. “Follow me.”

You listened to his instructions and Stephen was soon leading you to a supply closet, the one staff used for spare supplies. Stephen quickly put a code into the electronic lock before yanking the door open and pulling you inside.

It took Stephen literally a second for him to slam his lips to yours. Your back was suddenly up against the wall as you pushed your tongue deep into Stephen’s mouth.

“Take your pants off,” he said, nodding to your lower half. “Panties too.”

You nodded, yanking down both your pants and panties, leaving Stephen to get the chance to look at your bare pussy.

“Beautiful,” he muttered, kissing you once more. His strong hands were on you and he picked you up with ease, your own hands circling around his shoulders. He was kissing you deep and hard, using one hand to hold you up while the other shoved his pants and briefs right down his legs, his hard cock on show.

He looked you right in the eyes. “You need to be quiet, okay?” he asked you seriously.

You nodded, your hunger for him growing. “I will be.”

You could feel the swollen head of his cock brush up against your slick entrance, and then inch by inch, he lowered you right down on to his cock. Gasping sharply, you pressed a hand to your mouth to keep your moan muffled while Stephen groaned below you. But you slowly removed your hand from your mouth, because you couldn’t quite believe the delicious, stretched out sensation you were experiencing.

“You’re so big,” you said with a whisper. When you thought about it, it made sense. Of course he was well endowed. He was always so cocky, so arrogant—he needed something to back it up, and that something was quite literally buried deep inside of you.

Stephen gave you a smirk, clearly very much loving the compliment you had given him as his big hands found your ass. He was pounding into you and you were biting down on your bottom lip to keep the sounds of pleasure from escaping. He was so big, so long, so thick, so good. You couldn’t help it when a moan or two flew from your lips. It was just so hard to stay quiet when he was making you feel so damn good. He was pounding into you from underneath, filling you so good and so hard, and all the while you could hear the murmurs of voices from the people who walked past, along with their footsteps. Any one of them could hear you and your cries. You prayed no one would enter.

“You gotta be quiet,” muttered Stephen. “Come on. You have to—oh, fuck.” He was groaning deeply as your tight, little pussy stretched around him. “Fuck, you feel so good. So fucking good. So tight and warm. Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this for so fucking long.”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at that, as he angled his cock just right, your head throwing back at the wonderful feeling. “Stephen,” you let out.

“Always fucking teasing me and running your mouth,” he muttered. “It always made me want you so fucking bad. Always got my cock so hard whenever you said anything to me. But look at you now. Look at where I’ve got you. Right here on my cock. You belong to me, don’t you?” he asked. “You’re all fucking mine.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chanted out.

“Look at me when you say that you’re mine.”

With half opened eyes, you managed to meet his gaze. The pleasure was so much, your little pussy so wet as he pumped you full of him. “I’m all yours. I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours.”

“Good fucking girl,” he said, teeth gritted.

His lips slammed to yours as he groaned into your mouth, fucking you deep and hard and fast before you pulled away with a pant.

“God, you feel so good,” you cried out.

“Yeah? Does my cock feel good buried deep inside of your pussy?”

“Yes. So good, so good. God, you feel so good.”

“I bet you wanted this too. I bet you’ve wanted my cock for so fucking long.”

“Mm, yes. I’ve wanted this forever. God, please don’t stop. I’m so close. I’m gonna cum. Please, Stephen, please…”

And then you couldn’t even find it in you to keep talking. The pleasure was taking over and your toes were curling as you trembled right there on his cock. He was still pumping in and out of you, like he was dragging your orgasm out. Deep pants left your lips as Stephen kissed at you, his tongue pushed deep into your mouth, his cock still so hard as it throbbed inside of you.

"I’m not done with you yet,” he said with a growl when he pulled away from your lips.

You gasped as he suddenly pinned you to the wall, whining when his cock slipped out of you in the process. His long fingers dug into your ass, his touch teasing as he stared at you.

“Please,” you begged. “Please fuck me. Please, I want it. I want it so bad. Please just give it to me.”

“You’re so needy,” he whispered before lining the head of his cock at your pussy once again and sliding back into you.

You whined, his face buried in your neck as he pounded into you. Once again that delicious, stretched out feeling took over your body as he slammed in and out of you, giving you all of his cock.

“God, you take me so fucking good,” he muttered. “Fuck, you feel good. Feel so fucking good.”

“Oh, Stephen!” you cried out. “Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”

“Take my cock. Take it in your tight, little pussy,” he said with a grunt, his length pushing in and out of you. “Yes, take it. You feel so good. So fucking wet and tight. You’re taking me so fucking good, Y/N. Just like that.”

“Feels so good. Please, it feels so good.”

“I know. I know. Just fucking take it. Take my cock.”

There against the wall, you let Stephen thrust into you wildly. Your eyes were shut tight as he fucked you and took you and made you all his, his thick length stretching you out so perfectly. You were still in awe of how good he felt. He was fucking you deep and hard and fast, your fingers clawing through his locks as he pounded into you with total ease.

“That feels so good, doesn’t it?” Stephen asked with a smirk. “Tell me how good my cock feels. I wanna hear you say it.”

“Oh, God,” you let out, eyes shut tight. “Your cock feels so good. So good. God, you feel so good. You feel so good, so good, so good.” You could barely string any other words together.

“Tell me you love my cock.”

Whining, you felt your pussy squeezing at him. “I… I…”

“Say it.”

“I love… God, I love…” The pleasure was too much, that heat just growing between your thighs the more he slid into you, hard and fast and so, so deep. He was giving you everything and he suddenly hit that sweet spot inside of you that sent you flying. You were in total awe of how he made you feel, how big he was, everything. It was all too much and too good. “I love your cock!”

Stephen chuckled darkly at that. “That’s my good girl.”

His fingers dug into your ass cheeks, gripping you tight as he pumped you full of cock. In and out, in and out. You were getting closer and closer to hitting your peak, his thick cock stretching out so good as his swollen tip hit that spot repeatedly.

“I’m so… I’m so close…” you managed to let out, your vision all blurry as you opened up your eyes. Stephen was staring up at you with that dark, addictive look in his eyes, that smirk on his face. It just made you clench around him. “Please, I’m so close…”

“Good girl. Cum right around my cock. Do it. Fucking cum. Do it, do it, do it. Just cum. Fucking cum for me.”

You tried to hold back, tried to see if you could last just a tiny bit longer, but quite literally a second later, you were cumming right around his cock. You cried out his name over and over, your head thrown back as he kept pounding into you. He knew exactly what to do to draw out your pleasure and make you see stars.

“There we go,” he muttered. “Good girl. Cum for me just like that. You look so damn beautiful when you cum for me.”

Your entire body shook from top to bottom, your nails clawing at Stephen’s shirt as he fucked you right through your orgasm. Your climax kept forcing loud, wild screams from your lips and you didn’t even care if people could hear you at that point.

“That little pussy is so damn tight,” he muttered as you kept clenching around him. “I’m so fucking close. So close, so close. I’m gonna cum inside you. Is that what you fucking want?”

You nodded eagerly, loving the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you. One, two, three more thrusts, and then it was it. His cock literally throbbed inside you as he let out deep, long grunts.

“So close. So fucking close. Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna…”

And then his voice trailed off as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he was suddenly emptying himself inside of you. You gasped; the warm, wet, sticky sensation suddenly taking over, your whole body feeling like it was on fire as he pushed into you deep, as deep as he could go.

“Take every inch,” he said with a groan. “Take every drop. God, you feel so fucking good. I can’t believe how goddamn good you feel wrapped around my cock.”

He kept pumping you full of him, not stopping until he had completely drained himself inside of you. He pushed inside of you so that he was balls deep, leaving you no choice but to accept every filthy drop.

The two of you stayed there breathing heavy for a long moment before he finally set you down on the floor. Your legs were shaky but he kept you steady, your back up against the wall and his hands on your hips. He pressed his forehead to yours, his eyes darkening as he licked at his lips.

“You’re gonna walk around the rest of the day with my cum dripping down your legs,” he murmured, pressing his lips to yours. “That way everyone will know you fucking belong to me.”

With a little giggle, you raised an eyebrow up at him. “Yes, Doctor,” you said teasingly.

With that, you both quickly got dressed, slipping back into your scrubs.

“You know,” you said, pulling your pants up, “we should do this again some time.”

Stephen eyed you up and down and laughed. “Well, we could go to my place after work…”

“Sounds like a plan.”

When you were both ready and dressed, Stephen opened up the door and made sure it was okay for you both to leave. With the coast nice and clear, you stepped outside, acting like you hadn’t just spent the last few minutes lost within each other.

“So, I’ll see you later then,” Stephen said, offering you a nod.

Looking as casual as ever, you tucked your hands in your pockets. “Yup, see you around.”

And then with his cum very much dripping down your legs, you shot him a smile and he shot you one back, and you both went your separate ways.

[hugemilkshake]

Part three HERE WE GO-

TW: love

As the weeks pasted by the trust between Black Pearl and Y/N’s crew strengthened. Tho not by much. Despite that, most of the crew started to notice something about Black Pearl. If she was talking with one of the doctors or cooks off duty, they’d sometimes talk about Whitebeard Y/N even if they aren’t related to the topic. This led to the doctors taking notes of her with or without Y/N around. What they found was odd to say the least.

Black Pearl acted strangely towards Y/N. Always talking with them, laughing at their jokes, sometimes she’d just listen to Whitebeard Y/N talk. But that’s what most of the crew saw. The doctors found notable changes in behavior… ones that concerned them a little.

Her tail would move side to side a little in their conversation, they’d look out for anything valuable in the lake or sea to give to Y/N. And most of all, her pupil would dilate if she was near Y/N. Even Whitebeard Y/N would note that sometime her voice sounded more gentle sometimes and their colors were more pinkish at times. The doctors tried to hide this information. 

One day, Whitebeard Y/N had finished came back to the lake where Black Pearl stayed at. Talking about how a fleet from the House Oyster tried to take control of the Duskgloom sea and lost. Black Pearl just listened to Y/N talk while making a few comments. But it soon came to an abrupt end when that feeling came back, feeling it her heart expanded ten fold while trying to burst out of her chest. This caused a great physical but mostly mental pain inside Black Pearl, who escaped to the deepest part of the lake. 

Y/N didn’t know what was happening at first, they tried to first jump into the lake to see what was happening before their crew stopped them. Y/N theorized that maybe their trust was broken somehow. Which only made things worse(for Y/N). Hours later the medical team takes to Y/N about the things they noted. Theorizing that maybe Black Pearl had fallen in love with Y/N. Possibly because they are the closest with Black Pearl… or because of his heritage.

Days pass and Black Pearl continues to hide within the lake. Y/N falling into a shallow depression, feeling slight guilt consume him over their trust believing to be broken. They didn’t know what has happened to Black Pearl. But they’ll wait by the lake to hopefully get another chance to talk to her. One last time…

In the deepest part of the lake, the gem mermaid slowly changed. endless hatred and boundless kindness reaching a perfect equilibrium. A perfect balance. And in that eclipse of the two forces, came a nihilistic love. The rebirth of old and new.

On one night, one where a new moon was present. Whitebread Y/N laid on the grass as they looked at the starry sky. Ignoring the fact that something big was moving in the water until it emerged from the water. A darken shadow towered over Y/N. Who felt a great sense of fear yet relief as the looked at the figure. In a twist of fate, their plea for one last talk was answered. But not who they’d thought it would be. As in the darkness of night, a grey pearl shined as bright as a full moon. As Grey Pearl Cookie stood there. Eyes of both Kindness and Hatred stared down at the person who had reignited her old love.

Authors noted and extra info:

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

I spent a long time figuring out what Grey Pearl would look like. I eventually went for an old 1800s royalty dress like outfit. And also a few things taken from other cookies and costumes as references.

I kinda wanted to expand on the fact Black Pearl eventually found a lover again. I tried my best. To be honest I think I overcooked this and some arts don’t match what I wanted to convey. Either way I’m at least happy it went out fine.

Also, about the name “Grey Pearl.” Yeah I got kinda lazy and just decided to just make a persona that combines both Black and White Pearl. I might continue this? But perhaps to expand on the concept of Grey Pearl.

I think the concept of Black Pearl turning into Grey Pearl! Like she’s moving on but not fully recovered!

And just a small suggestion is that maybe instead of Grey Pearl she can be Ashen Pearl?

[brittle-doughie]

Part three HERE WE GO-

TW: love

As the weeks pasted by the trust between Black Pearl and Y/N’s crew strengthened. Tho not by much. Despite that, most of the crew started to notice something about Black Pearl. If she was talking with one of the doctors or cooks off duty, they’d sometimes talk about Whitebeard Y/N even if they aren’t related to the topic. This led to the doctors taking notes of her with or without Y/N around. What they found was odd to say the least.

Black Pearl acted strangely towards Y/N. Always talking with them, laughing at their jokes, sometimes she’d just listen to Whitebeard Y/N talk. But that’s what most of the crew saw. The doctors found notable changes in behavior… ones that concerned them a little.

Her tail would move side to side a little in their conversation, they’d look out for anything valuable in the lake or sea to give to Y/N. And most of all, her pupil would dilate if she was near Y/N. Even Whitebeard Y/N would note that sometime her voice sounded more gentle sometimes and their colors were more pinkish at times. The doctors tried to hide this information. 

One day, Whitebeard Y/N had finished came back to the lake where Black Pearl stayed at. Talking about how a fleet from the House Oyster tried to take control of the Duskgloom sea and lost. Black Pearl just listened to Y/N talk while making a few comments. But it soon came to an abrupt end when that feeling came back, feeling it her heart expanded ten fold while trying to burst out of her chest. This caused a great physical but mostly mental pain inside Black Pearl, who escaped to the deepest part of the lake. 

Y/N didn’t know what was happening at first, they tried to first jump into the lake to see what was happening before their crew stopped them. Y/N theorized that maybe their trust was broken somehow. Which only made things worse(for Y/N). Hours later the medical team takes to Y/N about the things they noted. Theorizing that maybe Black Pearl had fallen in love with Y/N. Possibly because they are the closest with Black Pearl… or because of his heritage.

Days pass and Black Pearl continues to hide within the lake. Y/N falling into a shallow depression, feeling slight guilt consume him over their trust believing to be broken. They didn’t know what has happened to Black Pearl. But they’ll wait by the lake to hopefully get another chance to talk to her. One last time…

In the deepest part of the lake, the gem mermaid slowly changed. endless hatred and boundless kindness reaching a perfect equilibrium. A perfect balance. And in that eclipse of the two forces, came a nihilistic love. The rebirth of old and new.

On one night, one where a new moon was present. Whitebread Y/N laid on the grass as they looked at the starry sky. Ignoring the fact that something big was moving in the water until it emerged from the water. A darken shadow towered over Y/N. Who felt a great sense of fear yet relief as the looked at the figure. In a twist of fate, their plea for one last talk was answered. But not who they’d thought it would be. As in the darkness of night, a grey pearl shined as bright as a full moon. As Grey Pearl Cookie stood there. Eyes of both Kindness and Hatred stared down at the person who had reignited her old love.

Authors noted and extra info:

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

I spent a long time figuring out what Grey Pearl would look like. I eventually went for an old 1800s royalty dress like outfit. And also a few things taken from other cookies and costumes as references.

I kinda wanted to expand on the fact Black Pearl eventually found a lover again. I tried my best. To be honest I think I overcooked this and some arts don’t match what I wanted to convey. Either way I’m at least happy it went out fine.

Also, about the name “Grey Pearl.” Yeah I got kinda lazy and just decided to just make a persona that combines both Black and White Pearl. I might continue this? But perhaps to expand on the concept of Grey Pearl.

Perhaps Black Pearl could learn to love again, hopefully with no pearls switching hands this time.

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

Alive // Chad Meeks Martin x Reader x Ethan Landry

request: Heyy, i love your fanfics! Could you possibly do a part 2 of "more than this"? I absolutely adored it, and I was wondering if you might be able to write a part 2. Thank you 😁

prompts: none!

summary: after ethan kissed you, you didn’t know how to feel. you already have a boyfriend, chad, who you absolutely adore. but could there be something there with ethan? what are you gonna do?

warnings: smut, cheating, cunnilingus, dirty talk (kinda), language, alcohol consumption, loss of virginity (ethan)

word count: 2.5k

a/n: reader has female anatomy, but there aren’t any pronouns used. only physical description is that they’re shorter than ethan (which isn’t very hard he’s freaking 6’2)

part 1 part 3

My mother told me I should go and get some therapy

I asked the doctor, "Can you find out what is wrong with me?"

I don't know why I wanna be with every girl I meet

I can't control it, yeah, I know it's takin' over me

“Ethan! Ethan, please! Open the door!” you shouted, knocking on the door to his dorm room.

To anyone walking by it looked like you were pissed, ready to tear into someone, either verbally or physically. But that wasn’t the case. You were just desperate to see Ethan. He had been avoiding you ever since he had kissed you after you confronted him in the quad. And all that you wanted was to talk to him. To see him. To just be with him. You hadn’t stopped thinking about the feeling of his lips on yours. He was all you could think about. And it was driving you crazy.

“What do you want?” he asked from the other side of the door.

His voice sounded shaky. Broken. Like he had been crying. You wouldn’t blame him, especially given the way things were left between the two of you. You almost cried a few times over it too.

“I need to talk to you. Please. Just let me in, Ethan.”

Let me in. The same words you had said to him when you were trying to find out why he was acting strange. The same words that led to him kissing you and then running off, leaving you there dumbfounded and confused.

“Why? I get it. I know I shouldn’t have done what I did. Can’t we just forget it? Haven’t I already suffered enough?” his voice cracked as he spoke, and you almost could’ve sworn you heard him sniffle.

“But what if I don’t want to forget it?”

A pause. Silence. And then…

The door creaked open slowly, Ethan peeking out from behind it. His eyes were red and puffy and dried tears stained his cheeks. He looked utterly miserable and you felt your heart ache at the sight.

“What…?”

You sighed. “You heard me. I don’t want to forget it.”

You pushed on the door gently, and Ethan let you open it. You stepped inside and shut the door behind you. When you looked back up your breath hitched. Had he been that close before?

“I-,” Ethan began.

You couldn’t wait for him to finish. You stepped forward and leaned up, kissing him. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you pulled him closer. Ethan squeaked in surprise, shocked by your actions. A few seconds later he started to kiss you back, his hands moving to your waist.

“Wait,” Ethan said, pulling away. “We can’t. Chad-”

“Chad is in class for the next hour. We don’t have to worry about him.”

“But-”

“Do you want me?”

“W-what?”

“Do you want me?” you repeated, your eyes glued to his.

He nodded, his ability to speak being swallowed by his shock.

“I want you too. Nothing else has to matter right now.”

You pulled him down into another kiss.

I'm going crazy, can't contain it

So tell me just what I should do

You panted as you collapsed beside Ethan on his bed. Your head felt dizzy and your body was tingly. Chad was good, but Ethan… Holy fucking shit. You couldn’t believe you had been depriving yourself of that for this long.

Ethan gave you a dopey smile, pulling you to rest your head on his chest. “Would now be a bad time to mention that I was a virgin?”

Your eyes went wide and you sat up, turning to face him. You were shocked, and honestly… impressed. But Ethan didn’t take your expression in the way you intended it.

His cheeks flushed red and he pulled his arm over his face. “I- I’m sorry. I know I should’ve said something. But I was just so caught up with what was happening, and I- I didn’t think… It wasn’t that bad, was it?” he asked, his pitch growing higher with nerves.

“No! God no! I- I just wasn’t expecting it is all,” you said, your hands gently pulling his arm away from his face.

“You didn’t think I was a virgin? Why…?” he looked utterly confused, and your heart swelled at how adorable he looked.

“Well, I mean you look like that. And you’re good. I mean like really good…” you trailed off, growing embarrassed by your own words.

Ethan’s face flushed even darker, and a smile grew on his face. “...You think so?”

You nodded, laying back down and burying your face in his neck. He laughed softly, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer. He opened his mouth to speak again when…

“Ethan? You up yet?” Chad called out, shutting the front door behind him. “You better be awake, we have class in twenty minutes.”

The color drained from your face as you heard Chad’s footsteps getting closer. You looked up at Ethan in panic, and in a sudden moment of either pure genius or idiocy, Ethan threw the comforter over your head.

“Ethan. Wake u-” Chad paused after opening the door, seeing the very clear outline of another person in Ethan’s bed. “Oh. My bad. I wasn’t aware that you had company. I’ll leave the two of you alone then.”

Chad backed out of the room, a proud smile on his face. Before he shut the door, he mouthed to Ethan, “Nice job man!”

She said, "Hey, it's alright, does it make you feel alive?

Don't look back, live your life, even if it's only for tonight"

She said, "Hey, it's alright, if it makes you feel alive"

You pushed the blankets off of your head, sitting back up. You turned over to Ethan and he looked utterly terrified. You placed your hand on his cheek, turning his head towards you.

“Hey. Are you okay?” you asked, concern present in your voice.

He nodded his head, but then shook it immediately after. “I- What are we doing? He’s your boyfriend. And he’s my best friend! I just- This isn’t right.”

“I don’t like doing this to him anymore than you do. But, I don’t want to just leave him. I love him, Ethan. Like, I really love him. But… I feel something for you too.”

Ethan sighed, sitting up and leaning back against the headboard. Your breath got caught in your throat at the sight of his bare chest, and you had to look away before sinful thoughts appeared in your mind.

“You’re gonna choose him, aren’t you? I mean you said it yourself, you love him. I’m just something. I- I don’t know why I thought-”

You placed your hand over his mouth to get him to stop speaking. Pulling it away, you moved to straddle his lap so you could face him better.

“Who said anything about choosing? I love him, and yes, I don’t want to lose him. But I don’t want to lose you either. And maybe it’s wrong, but you have to admit it’s a little exciting.”

Ethan nodded, a smile growing on his face. “Yeah. I- I guess you’re right. It is a little exciting.”

“I don’t have to decide anything right now. I’m going to stay with Chad, but that doesn’t mean I want to stop seeing you.”

Went to a party, just after the doctor talked to me

I met a girl, I took her hand up to the balcony

I whispered somethin' in her ear that I just can't repeat

She said, "Okay," but she was worried what her friends would think

In the next few weeks, you definitely didn’t stop seeing Ethan. Whenever Chad was busy, you were sneaking around with Ethan. A few times, you and Ethan had almost gotten caught. But you were careful. Chad was just as clueless and as hopelessly in love with you as ever.

And so, here you were. At yet another frat party that Chad dragged you and Ethan too. Chad had wandered off somewhere, probably playing some drinking game, on his way to getting blackout drunk. You stood in an empty corner, an untouched cup of spiked punch in your hand, watching the chaos unfold around you. You could never understand how Chad actually liked these things.

You felt a presence beside you, and you turned to see Ethan standing next to you. He looked slightly tipsy, thanks to the shot Chad forced him to take. But he also looked a lot more confident. That was definitely going to make things interesting.

Ethan leaned down to whisper in your ear. “You look so hot tonight. I can barely control myself around you when you’re wearing that dress.”

You giggled, twirling around to give him a better look at the dress. Ethan almost let out a whimper at the sight of you. His face was flushed and he couldn’t stop gnawing on his bottom lip.

“So don’t,” you whispered back, a small smirk on your face.

“What…?”

“You heard me,” you stood up on your toes to whisper in his ear. “Don’t control yourself.”

She's going crazy, can't contain it

She asked me, "What should I do?"

You laid back on the random bed in the empty room you and Ethan had stumbled into. Your dress had been hiked up over your hips and your panties were dangling off your ankle. Ethan kneeled beside the bed, one of your legs over each of his shoulders. He gripped onto your thighs tightly, keeping them pulled apart.

You whined softly and bucked your hips up towards Ethan, making him let out a breathy laugh at your actions. He blew cold air against your dripping core, making you twitch and let out another whine.

“Ethan… Fuck. Please…” you pleaded, trying to move your hips closer to his mouth.

“Patience baby, I’m admiring you. You’ll get what you want in time,” he replied, sounding slightly out of breath.

Despite the seemingly dominant position Ethan held over you, you both knew the truth. He really was just admiring you, he wasn’t trying to tease you or make you wait. He was just as desperate for this as you were, if not more. He was addicted to you, every single part of you. He could never get enough. Which was why he couldn’t bring himself to care that Chad was just downstairs.

Groaning in frustration, you reached down and gripped Ethan’s hair, pulling him to where you wanted him. You let out a sigh of both pleasure and relief when you finally felt Ethan’s tongue come in contact with your achy and soaked core. He lapped at your dripping cunt eagerly, moaning at the taste of you.

“Fuck…” you moaned out, gripping his hair even tighter, causing him to whimper underneath you.

“God, you taste so fucking good,” Ethan said, sucking on your clit.

You moaned louder, your back arching and your hips bucking against his mouth. Ethan moved one of the hands that was holding your thighs to rest across your hips, keeping you pressed down against the bed.

“Stay still baby, I’m trying to enjoy my treat.”

The two of you were so enthralled with each other that you didn’t hear the door, which neither of you thought to lock, being pushed open.

“Y/n?”

I said, "Hey, it's alright, does it make you feel alive?

Don't look back, live your life, even if it's only for tonight"

I said, "Hey, it's alright, if it makes you feel alive"

Your eyes went wide at the sound of Chad’s voice and you sat up, instantly moving away from Ethan and pulling your dress back down. Ethan turned around to see Chad looking between the two of you, his face doing nothing to hide the sheer panic he felt.

“Chad…” you whispered out, your eyes watering as you looked up at him.

He didn’t look angry. He didn’t even look sad. There was just nothing. There wasn’t a single identifiable emotion on his face, and that scared you even more.

You slipped your other leg through your panties, pulling them back on. You stood up and walked over to Chad. Ethan stood up too, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

“Y/n, what is this?” Chad asked, looking at you but not, it almost felt like he was looking through you.

“I- I can explain,” you said, your voice breaking as you looked up at him.

Chad shook his head, and his eyes watered. You felt your heart shatter. You reached up to touch his cheek, but he stepped back before you could.

“Do- do you still love me…?” Chad said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes! Of course I still love you Chad! You’re everything to me!”

“Then- then why…?”

Ethan sighed, looking down at the floor. “It’s my fault.”

We gotta live before we get older

Do what we like, we got nothing to lose

Shake off the weight of the world from your shoulders

Woah, we've got nothing to prove

Ethan explained everything that had happened between you and him, still not lifting his gaze from the floor. Chad stood there silently, and you could hear your heart pounding in your ears. You had never seen Chad so… dull. Lifeless. He was always so happy, vibrant. And to know that you had caused this, that you caused him to look so empty, it made every single piece of your being want to explode.

What had you done? You had hurt the person you loved most in this world. And for what? Some stupid fling? If you could take it all back, you would. Sure, Ethan was fun. It was exciting sneaking around and seeing each other in secret. But the look on Chad’s face…

You had never felt worse. How could you hurt him? It wasn’t worth it. Nothing was worth it. Nothing was worth losing the man that you loved. He looked so miserable. Betrayed. You had caused this. And if you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t see a way to fix this.

I said, "Hey, it's alright, does it make you feel alive?

Don't look back, live your life, even if it's only for tonight"

“Chad…” you said, stepping towards him.

He backed away, his eyes flitting to you. You felt your stomach sink when you saw a few tears running down his face.

“Don’t. I- I can’t- I can’t deal with all of this right now,” Chad said, his eyes moving between you and Ethan.

As you looked closer, you saw something strange. Sure, he was still hurt by what you had done. But there was something else in his eyes. Excitement…? No, that couldn’t be right. You had cheated on him. He had walked in on you fucking his best friend. Why would he be excited? It didn’t make any sense to you. Unless…

“I- I should go,” Chad said, turning around and walking through the door.

“No- Chad, wait!” you called, stepping out into the hallway, but he was already gone.

You sighed in defeat and turned back to Ethan, who looked equally as deflated as you were.

“What’re we gonna do?”

I said, "Hey, it's alright, does it make you feel alive?

Don't look back, live your life, even if it's only for tonight"

I said, "Hey, it's alright, if it makes you feel alive"

tags: @wenvierismycomfort

if your name is crossed off, it means i can’t tag you!

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s6 episode 7 thoughts

life can be so beautiful… but will it be today? that is the essential question.

yesterday’s episode was a contender for greatest of all time. and i enjoyed holding space for that. in fact, i could stand to hold even MORE space than i already have. 

but from reading the episode description here, this one sounds… darker! so, we shall see. i will not go into this one expecting to feel holly and jolly. although “terms of endearment” sounds like a sweet title. AGAIN, though. i am not foolish enough to think that it will actually be a sweet episode.

ahh, time to get cozy and see what the evening brings us!

post-episode thoughts: (shrugs) this one didn't do anything for me, really. except get that song stuck in my head. and make me kinda uncomfy. those are pretty much my only thoughts.

wait: mulder befriending those random kids was funny, too. thus concludes my opinion.

the evening brings us a sonogram, it seems. a mystery sonogram? there’s some sort of development on da baby. plates on the skull. 

WHY did this wayne guy get up and leave when the doctor said there may be some strange developments?! go be with the woman who also had to hear this news!!!! and the bony plated thing is growing in HER, so like!! don’t make this about you!!!

wayne is getting a sip of water. the woman says that it might be nothing; they need to wait and see. and wayne says he just “wants it to be normal”. "IT"??? "NORMAL"?? bro. i don’t know anything about these matters, but it doesn’t seem like he is very sympathetic to his wife. "normal" is a CRAZY word choice. may i suggest "healthy"? because "normal" sounds like you'll bully the poor little dude if he gets into stuff you consider too nerdy.

they go home to virginia, where he brings his wife a glass of water. her name is laura. good to know.

“i love you, laura. no matter what” <- why does it sound like he is implying that this is somehow her fault with that statement?? or she is lesser for it?? or that he's brave for sticking by her despite it all? that is your job, you utter beast.

what is going on? this man is pissing me off. and he called her “poopydoo”, which pissed me off even worse. 

i hate wayne. team laura. look at her freckles as she falls asleep.

EGADS!!! THE DEVIL IS AT THE FOOT OF HER BED???? WITH FLAMES AND SCARY EYES!! see, if i had seen this at age 7, i wouldn’t have slept for weeks. in some ways, it’s so great i’m not 7 anymore. 

she’s yelling for wayne,,, and the devil is grabbing her????? THE BABY COMES OUT??? with little horns???

okay, that seemed to have just been a nightmare. WAIT, why is he covered in blood.

OH MY GOD??? OH MY GOD. hold on. hold on. she is very bloody. oh my god.

hey guys. what’s going on?

is wayne the devil?? or a devil??

(pause for momentary cheering as the intro shows us our lead actor’s faces. and the intro is full length… nature is healing)

a cop is presenting the tale of laura’s baby being abducted to… SPENDER?? NO ONE WANTS TO SEE THIS!! literally booing and throwing tomatoes at my screen 🍅🍅🍅

laura is the sister of this cop!! so this is personal.

spender says he will put this in their priority caseload, and i do not believe him. maybe he’ll outsource it. 

NO!!! he shredded it right away!!!! SPENDER!!! you dastardly man!!!

so what is he even DOING down in that office if it isn't solving crimes?!?!

MULDER FOUND THE SHREDDED PIECES AND TAPED THEM TOGETHER!! OHHH!!! he is a hero in this way. and he tells the cop not to tell people his name!! LMAO, he is definitely NOT supposed to be there.

he is going to wayne and laura’s beautiful house to ask some questions. she’s talking about the nightmare. the baby was a monster with horns and a tail. she gets up to go cry. leaving him with wayne. 

oh, mulder def thinks this guy is the devil. 

WHAT IS SCULLY DOING?? interviewing some guy??? asking if he smokes weed? has he consorted with people who have? LMAO, she looks so relieved when the phone rings and she can ask this dude to leave. 

“mulder, where are you? i waited 45 minutes for you this morning” “i, uh… before i tell you, i-i’m going to ask you to keep an open mind” <-LMAOOO, he is self-conscious 

BAHAHA, she looks somehow even more done with his news of a demon baby than she was asking this random guy if he knows people who smoke marijuana

she is doing background checks!!! this is so wrong!!! her talents are being WASTED!!!! she is literally a DOCTOR!!! SHE SAVES LIVES!! AND YOU PUT HER IN AN OFFICE?!?!

she calls him out for rooting through spender’s trash but, like. well! i can’t say i blame him. not saying i would do it, of course. but! you know how he is!

“oh, like that’s any different from the assignment we’re stuck with” “‘we’, mulder? i’m stuck with. you’re not here” <- GET HIM!!

his constant conflation of the words "i" and "we" continues to piss me off. he is NOT beating the selfish allegations.

“scully, this is a classic case of demon fetal harvest-“ ohhhhh right. right. that clears it up. (heavy on the /s)

oh shoot, while she rolls her eyes, it seems something or someone is recording his phone call!!

it’s being picked up over the baby monitor!! wayne hears him saying all of this!! he looks distressed. but: is he guilty of the crime???

laura comes back in the room and wayne is nowhere to be seen. something is on fire….. what is he doing?? laura just wants her nightgown!!

he’s holding something bloody in the leaves. and there’s a flame altar sort of thing??? 

he’s covered in sweat and claims to be burning leaves in the middle of the night. he claims he wanted everything to look perfect for when she woke up. 

see, he seems so obviously evil that maybe i’m supposed to guess that he really is innocent. 

it seems like he’s crying as some bones burn in there or something. which is not reassuring.

mulder!! sleeping in his car!!! waking with a pain in his neck from such an awful position!!! what a silly guy!

scully she found something on the charts he sent her… he doodles horns onto wayne as she describes the conditions

but she says the father is not some sort of evil force… and he has to put laura under arrest?? labor was induced? with mandrakes. which can also be a hallucinogen. she says the doctor told her that wayne was very upset, and she seemed not to be. 

hmm… she suggests that he proceed very carefully, as it is incredibly emotional territory. he proceeds to very carefully doodle more horns on wayne’s head. while wayne pulls out in his car, watching him.

i feel like any plot point i jump to guess here will be subverted. so perhaps i should just stay silent and sit back and watch. 

why does he have to get involved? is it actually his case now? can’t he just be like “damn, maybe this one doesn't look so spooky; i actually have something else to do, bye!” 

now where is he going…. and why did he leave his car window open… i am scared it will rain and land in his car...

wayne goes to the house of ANOTHER WOMAN??? who asks where he has been??? he says he has been “on the road” and calls her “poopydoo”! 

yeah, this man HAS to be the devil.

this woman has the bluest eyes i have ever seen. and she’s pregnant, too!!!! 

A DEVIL AND A TWO-TIMER!!! free my girl laura!!

the cop from before is here with mulder and laura, and he is defending his sister against mandrake accusations. but she does say she took an herbal sleep aid. and wayne was seen bringing her a pill, so i don’t think this is her fault.

oh no… wayne is here now. mulder says he doesn’t want to arrest laura and throws a devil reference in there. HE IS ON TO YOU, WAYNE!! COUNT YOUR DAYS!!

wait, if mulder doesn’t believe in god, how does he think you get rid of devils?? does he keep some emergency holy water in his suit jacket?? just in case??

i need to ponder this.

the cops are searching the premises. they find a lot of jars labeled “fiber”. unless it isn’t fiber. and is instead mandrake. hmm...

oh no, wayne is confessing a secret to laura…. he wasn’t in bed that night… and he says she had the baby in her hands??? she was in some sort of trance?? mumbling stuff?? so he took the baby and wrapped it up and burned the body??

he says he was doing it to protect her. sure enough, they find some bones out there. 

oh wayne, this is evil. laura is crying. mulder is watching. and he does look terribly handsome which is interrupting the vibe, as laura tells her cop brother that she thinks she did something wrong, and perhaps this was her punishment. and btw, cop brother is named arky. which is not a name i have heard before. 

arky tells her not to say anything more and reads her her rights. wayne says she’ll be okay as she walks out. he's still pissing me off.

mulder declares he knows what wayne is as he walks out. bro, be careful getting in a tussle with the devil. or a devil. still not clear on the hierarchy of devils in this show.

wayne is speeding off, blasting his tunes and calling the other woman- betsy! GAG!!!!

he wants to be there for the sonogram, AND they’re married????? “it’s a picture of the expression of our beautiful love” <- oh, i would need holy water for that statement even if the guy wasn’t a demon 

MULDER PULLS UP NEXT TO HIM LMAOOOOO AND NOW THEY’RE RACING!!!!! 

so wayne goes to a client’s house and takes a woman’s blood instead of going to the sonogram appointment. which is not what i wanted to see. this lady has like 4 kids running out the door.

buhhhhhh, i don’t want to see the blooooooood, not looking at the screen, lalalalalala. wayne says she has fine looking boys and she doesn’t know how lucky she is. but when he bends down he has these weird bumps on his spine. OHHHH LORD!! deliver me!!

and mulder is outside honking and waving LMAOOOOOO

THE KIDS CRAWLED IN WAYNE’S CAR, BAHAHA. but why is mulder’s tactic here to simply annoy a devil until he stops what he’s doing? and the bigger question: will it work??

and he is befriending random children. typical mulder activities.

but scully calls!!! and mulder is busted!!! wayne called kersh and reported mulder for harassment. she warns him to leave him alone.

he says to tell kersh he’s doing a background check on somebody and hangs up. 

poor laura is in the jail cell. and wayne comes to see her. she’s afraid!

she’s been thinking about his story, and it doesn’t make any sense.

AUGH, she finds a gash mark on his neck where she scratched the devil… so must be him….

HE BREATHES IN HER SOUL?????? 

man. what?

they’re trying to do CPR, while wayne is literally RIGHT there, claiming she collapsed. 

he’s shocked when there’s a heartbeat on her. and mulder sees this.

wayne races back to betsy. she has had enough of his excuses!!!

and this baby too has bony growths!!! and again he claims to love her no matter what. 

NO, DON’T GET HER A GLASS OF ANYTHING!

betsy, you need to kill this guy. 

scully is here to take a look at laura!!! she says there is no evidence of the husband being why she is in a coma.

mulder presents her with some new facts. and yes, i did hit rewind to hear scully say “czechoslovakia” once again. what about it?

ohhhh, he tracked down wayne’s aliases!!! he's been a bunch of different people over the years

“mulder, i will accept that a man can be demonic, that he may have demon-like attributes, but why would a demon- if there were such a thing- bother with a 9-5 make room for daddy routine just so he can off his wife and unborn child?” <- AHA! she believes man can be demonic! this isn’t entirely surprising given the catholicism, but still interesting and worth noting.

he says he’s not a psychologist and I THOUGHT HE WAS, THOUGH?? wait. maybe he doesn’t have like a license to practice. maybe he just has that sweet, sweet oxford BA.

let me google some things. 

well. i’m actually gonna throw the flag in here and admit defeat. because i feel like i’ve read about this line before back when i was first googling this show to see if i wanted to watch it, and how he says this- or something like it, possibly about not being able to prescribe meds- and it blatantly ignores canon. which probably should have been a warning for what i was getting into and the struggles i would face as someone who NEEDS continuity to stay sane. but here we are. 

maybe i can choose to interpret that he’s being a sarcastic little man. or, he just isn’t considered a professional psychologist without the masters or license to practice. 

and i will certainly do my best to not lose sleep over such a line. 

like i still do over the colorblind thing...

wayne is warming up milk and probably adding some sort of herb. why is the milk glowing? yeah sure, whatever. it glows.

betsy, don’t drink it, NOOO!!! she gulps it all. i was hoping she’d claim to be lactose intolerant and tell him that he needs to go get soy milk now, but no. 

scully and mulder arrive to where the cops are searching for the body. and sure enough. baby. in the yard.

mulder demands that the cops put out an APB, saying wayne’s done it to other women. 

mulder theory time: OHHHH, wayne actually DOES want a normal child… but he has only made demons so far. well. i think that is how genetics work???

betsy is sleeping. and she also has a demon arrive at the bottom of her bed and spread her legs open. 

OH!!! SHE GRABS HIM AND ASKS WHAT THE HELL HE’S DOING!! BAHAHA!!! GET HIS ASS!!!

mulder and scully are off on a mission. and he pulls over and drives somewhere else to find wayne's second wife at his second residence.

betsy stops the agents!!! she’s covered in blood!!! and says he took her baby!!!

scully is trying to comfort her and say it’s okay, but it’s very much not. i still appreciate that she tried. 

they’re trying to find wayne with their dramatic guns and flashlights. a creepy film is playing in the living room as wayne digs a hole. 

wayne says that all he’s wanted is a wife and a normal family. he’s claiming she took the baby. betsy is…. (gunshots cut him off as arky shoots him)

wayne says “i just wanted what everyone wants”, and when he does this, mulder looks to scully. which surely has no implications!!! /s

arky is freaking out because they’re placing wayne next to laura in the hospital. i respect that. even if you shouldn’t shoot people.

somehow, wayne is recovering. probably from his demon blood. and then HE gets his soul sucked out???? by laura????

did he give himself up to her? or was she actually a demon, too??

shrugs. i truly can't be bothered to work it out.

scully is digging up baby skeletons, seeming pained at this fact. i cannot blame her. there are 4 so far. and all the ones they’ve found are normal. 

so betsy was an eviler demon? and she is driving away to the same song he was speeding to with her little demon baby in tow!!!

okay, she has creepy red eyes now. 

well!

allow me to file this one under the category “episodes that make you close your laptop and stare at the wall for a bit”

um. diversity win?? this baby killing demon is a woman??

well, from an incredibly practical standpoint, this episode didn’t have enough scully. which is a valid enough reason for me to not like it. 

but other than THAT, i was actually pretty interested at first. idk, it kinda lost me though. this show uses women so weirdly. there’s this obsession with breeding. in a decidedly unappealing way.  

once again, mulder was the guy who could put together the dastardly plot when no one else could. which is annoying. 

man, idk, i don’t consider myself like, sensitive to the topic really, but i find babies being murdered unenjoyable as a plot point. maybe it’s overdone. maybe there’s just no room for humor in it. maybe it’s the theme of reproductive coercion again pissing me off, because how many times are we going to have this beast rear it’s ugly head? even if it’s is now in the opposite direction, when everything in the past on this show has been about women being assaulted into pregnancy, the removal of consent- wayne tricking laura into inducing labor and losing her baby- is STILL reproductive coercion.

tbh, i don’t really have more thoughts on the subject. like, i’m not even going to write a think piece on how i didn’t like it, because it was just eh. which happens. some of the episodes are unremarkable. if there is something to be noted, it’s this weird handling of women characters as a recurring theme. but i’m not fired up enough to write a dissertation because... at this point, i guess i’m kind of used to it in this show??

damn! that wasn’t a raving review. well, i hope you’ll forgive my lack of enthusiasm. maybe you’ll tell me that everyone else hates this episode too, and i’ll be like, okay, cool. but maybe you’ll tell me everyone actually loved it, and then i’ll feel cool and edgy. but i

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Strange Reactions

Summary: No One Knows AU Part 23, Danny's family arrives at the hospital.

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The first person to show up after Tucker leaves is Jazz, and Danny feels the tension in the room morph and twist into another variant.

“How’s the leg?” Jazz asks as she approaches the bed, though she stops before she reaches it.

“Almost good as new,” Danny says, lifting it off its sling.  “It’s gonna be so annoying pretending to be hurt for a month and a half.”

Jazz smiles a little, and then fades off into silence.  Danny doesn’t want to just leave it that way.

“Thanks for coming,” he says hesitantly.

“Did you think I wouldn’t?”

Danny shakes his head.  “No.”

Jazz nods a little bit, but Danny can tell she’s not going to say anything else.  He’s gonna have to take the leap.

He takes a deep breath.  “Jazz, I need to talk to you.”

“Mom and Dad are right outside talking to the doctors,” Jazz says, lowering her voice.  “Can they hear?”

Danny winces, and shakes his head.

“I’ll stay after them, then,” Jazz says.  “I drove myself up here anyway.”

“Thank you,” Danny says quietly.

Jazz glances back at the door.  “Hey, I have an idea,” she says.  “But it’s a limited-time offer kind of thing.  I think it’ll really help you long term, though.”

Danny narrows his eyes slightly.  “What?”

“I don’t think I have time to explain.  Let me do the talking with Mom and Dad, okay?”

Danny bites his lip.  “What are you going to say?”

“None of the obvious,” Jazz says.  “I promise.  Trust me?”

The door opens over on the other side of the room.  “Danno!” comes his Dad’s voice.

Danny catches Jazz’s gaze before they make it over to the bed and nods.

“Oh, sweetie,” Mom says as she reaches the bed and sees Danny’s elevated leg.  “Does it hurt too badly?”

“I’m alright, Mom,” Danny says, hoping it comes across as at least somewhat believable, because it’s true.

“I told her nothing can keep a Fenton down,” Dad says with a bright grin.  “You’ll be in tip top shape in no time!”

“You have no idea,” Danny mutters, giving Dad a small smile back.

“The nurse says she doesn’t know much about what happened,” Mom says.  “Just that Tucker says he found you.  Is he still here?”

Danny shakes his head.  “He uh, had to go check on Sam.”

“Goodness, Sam’s hurt too?” Mom asks.  “What on earth happened?”

Danny looks at Jazz, who takes a deep breath and nods at him.

“Mom,” she says, turning to face her.  “Remember when you listened to me talk about ghost psychology last week and you really actually listened?”

Danny turns and stares at Jazz.  This is news to him.

“Yes,” Mom says hesitantly, giving Jazz a suspicious look.

“I kinda need you to be those parents right now, okay?” Jazz says.

Mom and Dad both exchange a glance, and then they both nod at each other.

“Okay, Princess,” Dad says, in a surprisingly somber tone for him.  “What happened?”

And then Jazz says, “Phantom rescued Danny and his friends from a ghost,” and all of Danny’s muscles immediately tense.

Okay, so clearly he should never trust Jazz ever again, that was a horrible idea.  He hadn’t realized that’s what she was going to say!

Except… neither Mom or Dad immediately starts laughing, or telling Jazz how silly that idea is, and how clearly she must have just misunderstood something.  Instead, they both just… look at each other again.

Finally, they turn to face him.

“Danny,” Mom says, “is that what happened?”

Danny, feeling thoroughly weirded out, nods.  

Dad sighs.  “I don’t like the idea of owing that menace anything,” he says, and Danny looks down to fidget with his hands.  “But I believe you.”

Danny looks up in shock.  “Really?”

Mom sighs, but nods.  “If you kids say it, we believe you,” she says.

Danny turns to Jazz.  “You’re sure they’re not just overshadowed?”

“Oh, very funny young man,” Mom says, crossing her arms.  “Jazz showed us that she’s clearly put a lot of thought into this, and it’s not just something she feels based on instinct.  Ignoring scientific research sounds like a pretty silly thing for scientists to do.”

Danny stares at her for another second.  Then he looks at Dad, but doesn’t find any disagreement on his face.

“That’s not the most important thing right now, though,” Mom says, stepping closer and sitting on the bed.  “First thing’s first.  How are you feeling sweetie?”

Like I’m hallucinating, Danny doesn’t say.

“Better,” he says instead.  “The nurse said I should heal pretty quickly, which sounds nice.”

“That’s good,” Mom says with a smile.  “But you’re still gonna need to use crutches for a little while, just to make sure your leg heals the right way.”

“Yeah, I know,” Danny sighs.  He doesn’t have to fake the annoyance in his voice.

“Oh, don’t worry Danno, it’ll pass before you know it,” Dad says.  “And until then, we’ll be there to help you out around the house!”

“Thanks Dad,” Danny says with a smile.  Sure, he’s not going to need any of that help, and he’ll have to figure out how best to pretend he does, but the sentiment is nice, at least.

He looks over at Jazz for a second, who’s smiling knowingly at him, and yeah, okay, Danny needs to figure out what the hell is going on here yesterday.

“Hey, uh, Mom, Dad, on that note, can I ask you a favor?” he says.

“Sure sweetie, what is it?” Mom asks.

“They said I’m getting out of here tomorrow, and I don’t really want to have hospital food for dinner.  Is there any chance I could have Nasty Burger?  You know, since I’m hurt and all that.”

“Sure bud, we can do that,” Dad says.  “Jazz, do you want to come too?”

“No, I’ll stay here,” Jazz says.  “But thanks.”

Dad nods at her, and he and Mom both head out to get the food.  As soon as the door shuts, Danny turns to face her.

“Okay seriously, what did you do?”

“You know that day I missed school because I was ghost hunting with Mom and Dad?” Jazz says, moving to the other side of the bed to sit on the couch underneath the window.  “Well, I managed to actually get them to listen somewhere in there.  It didn’t hurt that they were already trying to talk to me about our fight, so they were trying to figure out what was going on.  I just figured saying Phantom rescued you was a good way to get them to start thinking about that aspect, you know, make things a little easier on you.”

“Well, thanks,” Danny says, not sure what else to say.

Jazz nods.  “You said you wanted to talk to me before that, though,” she says.  “What’s going on?”

Danny sighs.  “Yeah,” he says.  He takes a deep breath.  “I wanted to apologize,” he says, making sure to meet Jazz’s gaze as he says it.  “I… well, I was kind of being a little like Mom and Dad, I guess.  I should have listened when you said you were just trying to help me.  You haven’t ever done anything else.  Not from the moment you found out about my secret, really.  I was just… I don’t know.  Stuck in my own problems.”

Jazz nods.  “Thanks, Danny,” she says quietly.  “That means a lot.  And you know, I’m sorry too.  It’s your choice whether you want to be friends with Sam and Tucker, or date Valerie.  Even if I think you’re making a really dumb decision by it.”

Danny laughs a little.  “Well uh, actually,” he says.  “A lot has kind of… happened, recently?”

“What do you mean?” Jazz asks, narrowing her eyes slightly.

“I uh, I told Valerie I’m Phantom,” Danny says, and Jazz’s eyes shoot wide open.  “And she took it pretty well, considering, but I kind of broke up with her anyway.  I think we both just need a little time.  And uh, right before you and Mom and Dad got here, Tucker and I talked.  And I, you know, asked for some space.  From him and Sam both.  So you kind of ended up being right on all accounts there.”

Jazz looks at him for a minute, and Danny can’t tell what she’s thinking.  Then, after a second, she stands up and walks over to him, and pulls him in for a hug.

“I’m so sorry everyone in your life is being a jerk,” she whispers.

“Well, you know,” Danny mutters, but he hugs her back anyway.  “I kind of was too, for a bit there.”

Jazz pulls back and smiles sadly at him.  “I’m really proud of you.”

Danny smiles back at her.  “Thanks, Jazz.”

Jazz smiles at him for one more second before it drops into a smirk.  “And hey, you know, since now you’re a total loser whose only friend is your sibling,” she says, moving to sit back down on the couch.  “There’s a spot open in the library for lunchtime, if you want it.”

“Gee, thanks, Jazz,” Danny deadpans.  “Just watch, I’ll take you up on that.  You’ll lose any peace you once had.”

“Implying I can’t be just as annoying as you?” Jazz asks, grinning at him.  “Oh, bring it on.”

“You’re gonna lose.”

“I said bring it!”

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Hold You Close Tonight (Shawnter)

Paring: Triple H/Shawn Michaels

Summary: After DX fight Legacy at Hell in Cell 2009, Hunter takes care of Shawn.

Tags: mild Hurt/Comfort; Fluff; Domestic Fluff; Established Relationship; Bathing/Washing; Taking Care of Injuries; Concussions

Notes: This kinda got away from me I trully didn't know where this fic was going. But this match just has so much slash potential that I had to write something for it. I also just love damsel in distress Shawn. I've been binge watching Ted Lasso and studying for my IELTS so the text may be sounding a little british. English is not my first language and I'm dyslexic af, so feel free to correct anything. Comments are always welcome.

Word Count: 2,445

It was never easy walking backstage after Hell in a Cell, and no one knew this better than Hunter, but he couldn’t help the feeling of helplessness as he watched Shawn go into the trainer's room with a slight limp in his step and his hand on the back of his head. Hunter himself was actually pretty fresh, the way they had set up the match had ment he spent very little time in the ring. 

Him and Shawn had thought that the idea of leaving one of them locked out of the cell would be an interesting way of innovating the format, especially considering that the PPV was going to have three Hell In A Cell matches. But now as he walked back to the locker room with the image of Shawn helplessly grasping for him from inside the cell as Rhodes and DiBiase taunted him fresh in his memory, he couldn’t help but feel like that had been one of the worst ideas they ever had.

Hunter decided to go to his locker room and shower while Shawn was in the trainers, he knew very well that the blonde hated when Hunter fussed over him. He also wanted to go back to the hotel as early as possible. Once he finished and got out of the showers, he thought it was strange that Shawn wasn’t back yet, fixing up both of their bags Hunter went to the trainers, deciding that Shawn could shower at the hotel.

The improvised med bay was fuller than it would have been in any other show, but this was Hell in a Cell, it wasn’t a joke when they said that the cell took its price. Shawn was sitting at one of the tables with one of the doctors looking at his head, while another one  bandaged his knee. Ted DiBiase Jr. was talking to Shawn, and by the pitiful look on his face he seemed to be apologizing for something. Cody also had his head down and seemed to be anxiously moving on his heels.

“Hey Showstopper, how you feeling?!” Hunter said as a way of announcing his presence to the people in the room. Both Rhodes and DiBiase whipped their heads around at the sound of his voice, as if they were worried about something. That got Hunter’s attention, it was common knowledge among the wrestlers that Hunter and Shawn were a couple, and that the Game did not play around when it came to his boyfriend getting hurt. A lot of guys found themselves on the bottom of the card after a botched move against the Heartbreak Kid. 

Shawn may have changed his ways, but Triple H was not above using his influence if anyone happened to hurt his man.

“I would be much better if you could stop yelling.” Shawn answered, moving his head in Hunter’s direction and instantly flinching as the light from the door hit his eyes. “So what seems to be the problem doc?” Hunter asked the doctor working on Shawn’s head. “He has a mild concussion. I would suggest going to the hospital to get a CT scan, but I know how stubborn you wrestlers are, so I’m not going to bother. His knee is also a little swollen, nothing, a little ice and immobilization can’t fix.” Hunter gave a look at Shawn’s knee and then at his face. Shawn just gave him one of his signature smiles. “Don’t worry big man, I’ll be fine.” Shawn said with a yawn “Just need some sleep.”

“Yeah, about that I wouldn’t recommend him sleeping for the next hour. He needs rest, but it was a nasty bump to his head, his pupils are dilated and he’s dizzy." The doctor said, “One hour is probably enough to make sure nothing worse happened. I suggest someone should stay the night with him. Maybe his wife?” Shawn gave a little snort at that, “Don’t worry doc, my wife will take real good care of me.” Hunter glared at his boyfriend, but didn’t say anything. Right now he was more worried about Shawn’s health than him being a smartass.

DiBiase stared nervously at the both of them, he looked like he wanted to say something, but wasn’t certain if he should. Lucky for him, Shawn seemed to have made the decision in his place. “Hey kid, don't sweat it, accidents happen. Besides, this isn’t the first time I got a concussion. You and Rhodes go celebrate Orton’s victory.” Once Shawn was done speaking he gave each one of the guys a light tap on the shoulder, Rhodes and DiBiase looked like they still wanted to say something, but Shawn shooed them away.

Once his knee was fully bandaged up, Shawn jumped from the med table, clapping both his hands. “Well doc it was nice seeing you, but it’s time for me to go to the hotel to meet with my wife.” Shawn gave extra emphasis on the word wife and smiled widely at Hunter, who just rolled his eyes. “Come on showstopper, let’s get you to the hotel.”

The ride to the hotel was silent, although Shawn had appeared to be in high spirits while they were in the trainers, Hunter could notice that the older man was tired, his eyes drooping from time to time. Keeping the doctor’s warning in mind he would lightly tap Shawn’s thigh when he almost fell asleep, they were too old now to disregard doctor’s orders like they once did. Shawn seemed to agree with him because he didn’t complain. 

Every time they would stop at a red light Hunter couldn’t help but stare at Shawn, worry clear on his face. Many times during the match he had come close to just bursting from gorilla and stopping the beat down on his boyfriend. Shawn played the damsel in distress very well and it had made Hunter almost believe that the older blonde truly thought he had been abandoned by his partner. 

Of course Hunter would never truly abandon him, they went through too much together for anything to separate them. Hell, Shawn probably knew that Hunter would have broken the chain with his bare hands if he believed Shawn was in any real danger. Still Hunter felt like shit. Shawn’s broken face as he walked away would probably haunt him forever. 

Once they got to the hotel, Hunter took both their bags out of the car and started to make his way to the elevator, always keeping a close eye on Shawn to see if the blonde wouldn’t need any help. 

Their room was nice, a real step up from the crappy motels they had stayed at when they were younger. Now with both of them having established careers and the company thriving, not to mention good financial investments from both of them, they could finally afford to stay in nice rooms in expensive 5 star hotels. 

Normally a pay per view victory for them would mean celebration, not the kind they used to do back in the day, but something more personal between the two of them. But tonight Shawn seemed like he could drop at any moment so their celebration would probably have to wait. 

“Get undressed, I’m running you a bath.” Hunter said once he placed their bags on one of the couches. “Ooh, someone is getting frisky.” Shawn’s voice carried a flirty lilt to it, but he did as he was told. “It’s not like that heartbreaker. Wouldn’t want to aggravate any injuries you might have.” Hunter had set about the bathroom, filling up the tub and gathering the supplies needed for a nice warm bath. 

“Not like you can actually fuck me that hard.” Shawn said as he entered the bathroom. “Nice try, but you’re not goading me into fucking you today.” Hunter gave Shawn a peck on his lips and a light tap on his butt. “Now get into the bath showstopper.” Once Shawn was settled, Hunter took the shower supplies out of their bag and started to carefully wash Shawn’s hair. The older man almost purred when Hunter’s strong hands started caressing his hair, relaxing into the bath and allowing his man to pamper him.

“You really hit your head hard didn’t you?” Hunter’s voice was tinged with concern as he focused on a specific spot of Shawn’s scalp. The older blonde gave a small hiss when the other’s hands prodded against the small bump that was starting to form on his head. “Sorry.” Hunter said as he gave Shawn's head a kiss. He continued washing Shawn, massaging certain spots he knew would be sore from the match.

“Why don’t you soak a little bit, while I get an ice pack ready for you.” Hunter kissed Shawn’s cheek as he got up from his position. Shawn sighted letting the warm water do the work on his tired body, although he often complained when Hunter fussed over him, he also loved getting pampered.

Hunter tidied the room, setting a pair of sweats on the bed for Shawn and changing into one of his own. He then went to their gym bags and took one of the ice packs they carried around, as well as one of the hot packs for Shawn’s back. He placed the ice pack in the freezer and set about heating water to put in the water bag. 

Once he was done he returned to the bathroom. Shawn was almost falling asleep in the water, but perked up once Hunter arrived. Shawn rinsed himself off of the remaining suds and with Hunter’s help got out of the bath. Hunter wrapped a fluffy towel around his boyfriend and kissed him lightly on the lips. “There, bet you’re feeling much better now.” Shawn just smiled at him, content in being in the taller blonde’s embrace.

They both made their way to the room, while Shawn dried himself and changed into the sweats, Hunter was checking on the heating water. When it finally boiled he turned off the stove and filled the water bag. Shawn laid down on his stomach on the bed while Hunter placed the hot pack on his lower back. When the hot object made contact with his skin he couldn’t help but groan as he felt his muscles relax. 

Hunter just sat by Shawn’s side on the bed, neither man saying anything. This wasn’t an unusual scenario for them, it seemed the older they got the more common it was for one of them to be laying injured in a hotel bed. But at least they weren’t alone. 

Shawn stretched his hand and grasped Hunter’s, slowly bringing it to his mouth and lightly kissing it. “What’s bothering you, big man?” Hunter thought he had done a pretty good job of hiding his feelings from Shawn, but as always the older wrestler seemed to be able to read him like a book. “It’s nothing… I need to check the ice pack.” 

Shawn craned his neck awkwardly to watch Hunter, something was certainly bothering the younger man, but he couldn’t figure out what it was. Like sure, he was hurt, but it was nothing any of them hadn’t been through multiple times. 

Hunter made his way back to the bed. “Time to switch the packs.” Shawn reached for his back and took the water bag, handing it to Hunter, who placed it on the bedside table. “Can you hold me while I ice my knee?” Shawn asked as he tidied himself on the bed. “Of course.” Hunter handed Shawn the ice pack and sat on the bed with his legs spread. Shawn sat in the middle of Hunter’s legs and rested his torso against his boyfriend after placing the ice pack on his injured knee. Hunter then wrapped his arms around Shawn and pulled the blonde closer, holding him tightly. 

They stayed like that for some time, before Shawn finally spoke. “Did I do something wrong?” Hunter was shocked by the question, of course not, how could Shawn even think that? 

“Like there’s obviously something bothering you, and it definitely wasn’t the match, because the match went great, except for my concussion, but we’ve had concussions before, and it’s never that serious, and you never got like this over a concussion and you know you can tell me if it’s something I did because you know sometimes I don’t notice when I do something wrong and then everyone is like How could you? but if I ask what I did wrong they get even angrier and then I feel like shit and…” Shawn was rambling, something he had the habit of doing when he was nervous, and Hunter needed to stop it before it turned into a spiral. So in a panic he turned Shawn’s face and kissed him. 

“Sorry… you were rambling.” Hunter said as the kiss ended. “And it’s not you. You were great today, it’s just… forget it.” Shawn had completely forgotten he was supposed to stay still and was now kneeling in front of Hunter. “Hunt, do you remember our rule? No hiding our feelings from each other, it has done enough harm through the years.” Shawn had both his hands cupping Hunter’s face, lightly playing with the hairs in his beard.

Hunter took a deep breath. “I feel bad for leaving you in the match, I know we planned it and we both agreed to it. But I still feel bad.” Shawn couldn’t help but kiss him. “That’s actually really sweet Hunt.” Hunter tugged Shawn closer, hugging him as tight as possible. “It’s okay, I know you wouldn’t leave me big man.” They stayed like that for a while, just taking in the closeness from each other.

“You play a really convincing damsel in distress.” Shawn laughed at that. “I know, it’s part of my charm. Now let’s get this ice pack off the sheets before it soaks the bed.” As Shawn started to get up Hunter pulled him down. “I’ll do it, you stay in bed.” Hunter got up and took the nearly completely melted ice pack from the bed and put it back in the freezer. He also emptied the water bag and took fresh bandages from their gym bag.

After finishing wrapping up Shawn’s knee Hunter got on the bed, laying by his boyfriend’s side and pulling him into a hug. Shawn pecked Hunter’s lips as he whispered goodnight to the larger man. In seconds he was out like a light, the stress of the day finally washing away from him and Hunter soon followed. And if for the next few days he held Shawn a little tighter, well, the heartbreak kid didn’t mind.

[wordy-little-witch]

My brain is all over the place so I'm gonna mix n match my stuff with the only common theme being Buggy and hyperfixation.

But like. Age regression. Not the funky cool supernatural kind in fiction, the coping mechanism (I like the fiction ones too tho but for this, it's coping mechs)

Just. Buggy and Shanks both having had a frankly RIDICULOUS amount of childhood trauma and both turning to different methods to cope. Buggy got introduced to age regression both bc he already kinda sorta did t involuntarily without KNOWING and then when he brought on some people to his crew with experience in psychology and therapy for whatever reason.

He got dragged to self care hours, kicking and screaming at first and then more willingly. Turns out the "off vibes" were actually severe psychological distress, PTSD, etc. Who knew? Anyway yeah.

Cabaji, Mohji and Ritchie were the ones who were first aware of Buggy's "fuzzy episodes" as he called it. Was hard not to be in close quarters on a tiny ass ship holding three nearly grown men and a growing lion. As the crew grew, even when they got the Big Top, they were still mostly aware of things. Ritchie in particular always seemed to just... Know when Buggy was blurred out and needed a hand. Or to have smth to cuddle and pet.

Mohji actually brings it up in HIS therapy sessions without naming names. Just "hey how can I help with [x,y,z]?" There's some hums and haws before finally herspist is like "sounds like it could be anything, so I can't definitively say. Keep doing whatever has worked so far, I guess,but take care of yourself too. Maybe recommend your friend talk to a professional, like me or one of the other doctors."

Buggy is vehemently against it for a good while until he finally reaches a point that he's getting frustrated. He's scared and mad and decides he'll ACTUALLY consider it - then during one of his own sessions, he gets triggered into a panic attack, which spirals due to exhaustion into him just... clicking out. Surprise. Looks like it's happening whether he wants it or not.

Through this and subsequent meetings and experimenting, he gets told that what he's doing is a blend of regression and dissociation. They decide to try to separate thebtwo to see if maybe they can turn this from a defense to a decompression method.

Buggy still can count on one hand the number of people he trusts to know this - but it does help. He's doing... a lot better actually, with this. It doesn't fix everything, but it DOES help him stay steady enough to work on the things that need fixing. Cabaji, Mohji, Ritchie, and later Alvida are also finding themselves enjoying the time they spend together when Buggy wants or needs company. They also start picking up on some smaller things about Buggy that have turned the odd quirks and strange habits into smth more, start getting puzzle pieces to the bigger picture.

They secretly start a hit list but that's for another time.

Impel Down was an absolute hot mess, and the recovering from that and the subsequent summit war was not pretty. Just when things started coasting again on slightly smoother waters, Crocodile and Mihawk show up with the instatement of the Cross Guild.

Might just make a tag specifically for my agere stuff bc Buggy is my little blorbo and I shamelessly project on him so I may throw all my clown themed thought here

[drifting-pieces-blog-blog]

Hello , just wanna ask if you know more comics where he appears as Mr knight?

I had read the 2014-15 run, and the Lemire run, the 'deadpool kills marvel again' (mk got killed too early :/) and the 'marvel comics present' issue 4, I am also reading the current moon knight run, and also can I ask some music recommendation that I can listen to while reading, (sorry bad English)

I'm so happy and excited to see a Moon Knight question in my box! And your English is perfectly fine. Better than mine on a good day.

You know who you should totally give a follow to? @age-of-moonknight

This guy is amazing and a super Moon Knight fan. If you ask him for an image or what comic something appeared in, he'll get it for you. Like a walking Moon Knight Wikki.

Totally dug around in his archives for this.

THE FIRST appearance as Mr. Knight: Secret Avengers #19 Vol 1 (2010).

Just a little image or two, but it must have caught someone's eye because just a few years later when Moon Knight needed a jump start and new life we got:

Marvel Now: Moon Knight, Vol 8 (2014-2015) by Warren Ellis and Declan Shalvey.

All hail to the mighty Declan Shalvey.

Vol 1: From the Dead, Vol 2: Blackout (by Brian Wood), and Vol 3: In the Night (By Bullen Bunn).

I say OFFICIALLY because age-of-moon knight found a much earlier issue where Mr Knight sort of appeared off handedly in some random issue.

But officially, you'd need to read anything 2014 onwards to get actual Mr. Knight.

You see, after that, who could resist putting that beautiful suit in their art?

The trouble is finding ALL the other things he's appeared in randomly in the background.

I have my sources that atempts to list all the comics MK has ever apeared in, but even they are limited.

There are side things like "Original Sin event", but we all know how I feel about marvel events… (BOOOOO).

Then there's Deadpool's secret secret wars, but I can't tell you how prominantly MK, much less Mr. Knight appears in that either.

Of course we then jump right into All-New, All Different Marvel with Lemire's run. (2016-2017 and he isn't in any background comics at this time).

Smallwood slaps that scrunkle and suit together like it was made to be.

we aren't going to talk about Marvel Legacy which came right after. (I have a HUGE project I'm working on right now that's taking up a lot of painful time regarding Marvel Legacy run… Expect that to start coming otu soon. I'm sorry.)

BUT. During Legacy, we did see him start to pop up in other comics more.

Like the Marvel Comics Presents (2019) #4: This Benjamin Percy story is billed as “what happened next” after Marc “went completely insane and disappeared.”

Then there's Marvel Knights 2018 (not sure if he's Mr. Knight here… Maybe appears in like a page or two?).

Then we skip Age of Khonshu for reasons I've already ranted about…

And that brings us to current events in 2021 with Mackay.

There's also Doctor Strange Vol 6 Issue #2 (ALSO BY MACKAY)

Hope that helps a little?

As for music recommendations? I'm really bad at music recommendations. It really depends on what you like. Anyone want to sound off in the comments on what they listen to while reading Moon Knight?

I like Leonard Cohen if I'm feeling mellow. He's got an amazing old New York quality to his voice and he basically wrote poetry that he turned into songs about his experiences with love, life, being Jewish, and his experiences.

I also pop in songs that get mentioned in the comic, like "The Killing Moon" by Echo and the Bunnymen... Which Marc made into his alarm clock. And it also makes me think that Marc likes that style of music so I slap that playlist up on YouTube and let it go.

And that leads me down to The Cure, Depeche Mode, and Duran Duran for some reason.

Maybe it's because that was the age that Marc kinda grew up in, depending on what run you are reading.

[destinygoldenstar]

🍀James Is A Bad Influencer🍀 - Total Drama Viewer Reacts to Disventure Camp Season 2 Episode 9 “Sabotage Below Zero”

I just got back from the doctors. So I'm exhausted due to a shot.

So perfect time to react to another episode.

Enjoy the reaction:

"A glass... with water... please..."

Is he at the bar?

Oh hey! Haven't seen you in awhile.

What is that turtle beer he's drinking?

"Look for the wise man who drinks from the turtle's neck."

OH.

OH MY GOD I FORGOT ABOUT THAT.

WAIT THAT WAS BUILDING UP TO SOMETHING?! I THOUGHT HE WAS JUST CRAZY.

"Who are you calling boss, Oliver?!"

Oh shit.

"YOU DARE CALL SOMEONE ELSE BESIDES ME YOUR FATHER?!"

I'm not gonna defend her or anything.

"Each Intern has a tracking chip in case they want to escape."

UM... IS THAT LEGAL?!?! WHAT THE HELL?!?!

Does Chris do this too? Is that how they all die?

"Everything is going great without you."

"Everyone is dead! It's awesome!"

"I'm sorry. Okay?"

*Gets 911 Ad*

Wow. That apology was so bad it made YouTube want to call 911.

Also WHY am I getting an ad for this show of all things??

"If I were to come back, you'd behave yourself for a few hours and then just go back to your old ways again."

THAT, my friends, is what we call, a TOXIC relationship.

"I promise you that this time, everything will be different."

I like her, actually. I know she's NOT a good person AT ALL. But I like that she's trying.

Krystal's a good character. I like this for her.

"Oh I bought that hotel."

I'M SORRY, YOU DID WHAT?!

DUDE, YOU DON'T NEED A MILLION BUCKS, WHY'D YOU COME ON THE SHOW?!

"Why did you give up the million?!"

"I have a perfume company for women. I never needed the money."

Oh, you do? You just now bring that up?

Wait why did you even come here then, if you'e rich?

"I came because I wanted to feel young and all that."

Okay, welp. I need to stop talking.

Oh what the- XD

Did Elsa freeze the summer again? What's happening?!

"Why's it so cold all of a sudden?"

LOOK OUTSIDE. TAKE IN NATURE. GET OFF YOUR PHONE.

I know he doesn't have his phone out, BUT GET OFF IT ANYWAY.

"Are you kidding?! This is incredible!"

Of course Rosa likes this. Bless her for being the sunshine amongst the whining.

"In my town, it never snows, so this is kind of exciting for me!"

You're Latina, right?

Maybe she's from the south. Idk. I don't remember if she said that or not.

"I wish Lake was here..."

Don't we all?

"I know, it's very sad..."

SHE DOES NOT GIVE A CRAP, OMG XD

"What would Rosa think of me if I told her that I knew Lake was going to be voted out and I didn't say anything?"

Yeah, that's messed up on your end.

"It's not something I'm proud of, but if I wanted Rosa to be by my side, it's best if Lake wasn't here."

I mean, I guess.

Allyson and Hunter are still the targets. And Karol too. So it's not like her alliance is in danger if James and Aiden are on their side.

I see her logic here.

It's still messed up though.

"YOU CAN ONLY HAVE ONE FRIEND. AND THAT FRIEND WILL BE ME."

"That's weird. There shouldn't be snow this time of ye-"

"Well..."

I know what the subtitle said. His line got CUT OFF there.

"Maybe it's because of climate change."

Allyson's voice sounds WAY different. Hello?

Was her VA not available today?

I'm used to her voice being deeper than this.

HEYO HEYO HANDS OFF

WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY GIRL?!

"I know what it's like to feel left out, so I won't let it happen to you."

"I won't abandon you-UNLESS YOUR NAME IS LAKE."

Karol is... strangely NICE?

Not that she was malicious before. But idk, it's kinda catching me off guard. I thought she'd be wanting BLOOD.

As though she didn't get blood last episode.

"They manipulated everyone, had them under control and even told lies about me to the others to get me out."

Uh... YEP.

No, I'm completely on her side there. He DID do that. It was NOT fair to her.

I don't see wanting revenge as a necessarily bad thing here.

I don't like James all that much and I don't support most things he does, sorry...

"You seem so nice. How come James and Aiden hate you that much?"

I mean, she was a bit of a Karen at the first episode. But other than whining, she was pretty introverted and closed off and genuinely wanted to be friendly with Aiden.

James is STILL in the wrong in my book.

"I knew Karol was up to something."

I know YOU'RE up to something. YOU STALKER.

DON'T RECORD PEOPLE'S CONVERSATONS WITHOUT PERMISSION.

"Two weeks of therapy are not enough to change your attitude so radically."

And NO therapy is better?

If anything, that's proof she's trying.

KAROL IS NOT WRONG.

OH THOSE ARE CUTE-

I mean, shame we don't get ACTUAL winter outfits. I get that probably wasn't in the budget.

BUT THOSE EARMUFFS.

Why is Riya still wearing sandals in the snow?

She's that much of a queen her feet don't get cold.

Also why is her earmuff color white when her colors are red and gold?

I guess Aiden and James stole her colors.

Another thing to hate James for. Fuck him for stealing my queen's color.

"The most original sled will win an advantage in the second stage of the challenge."

Build Krystal's face. Then you'll automatically win. Trust me. It's a foolproof strategy.

"Your opinion is very important."

Aw! She's actually trying!

"If you help me, it won't be so original anymore."

OH WOW. COLD.

Way to dump your crush like that. Geez.

"Now that Tess is gone and with my apparent 'death', Hunter has felt guilty and wants to be in control of the situation. And I don't like that."

Why don't you like that?!

You DIED. Of course he'd want to look after you.

He's not even being bossy about it. COME ON. He's trying to help.

I also GOTTA look at Allyson's VA in the credits after this, cause this DEFINATELY someone different.

"Despite their appearance, most spiders are harmless."

Oh that's nice of her.

Oh this is so sweet. Aw...

Aw, the way it's on his shoulder. That's actually so sweet.

"I heard Karol and Riya talking."

Raya? RAYA?

PRONOUNCE HER NAME RIGHT, BITCH.

THE DISRESPECT.

"Karol wants us out. She's just pretending to be good to earn your trust."

"And I would NEVER stoop THAT LOW..."

OH WAIT, EXCEPT YOU DO.

Hey wait, so it's okay if James is faking nice to be a snake BUT GOD FORBID KAROL DO THE SAME THING?

I mean I know she killed everyone, BUT THAT WAS FAKE AND THAT WAS A GIG.

What's James' excuse?!

James... are you being possessive over Aiden? Is that what this is?

"God forbid Aiden have any friends besides me! That's why we got Lake out! And now KAROL wants to be friends? Oho, I can't have that! I need him for my Instagram! No one's gonna tune in to my content!"

"James, we'll talk about it later."

YES AIDEN. DON'T HEAR HIM OUT.

"I feel like he's trying to manipulate me and vote her out."

YES. THAT'S WHAT HE'S DOING. YOU ARE ON POINT.

WHO SIDED WITH YUL? NOT KAROL.

...well to be fair, James killed him. BUT THAT'S THE ONE REDEEMABLE THING.

Oooh, Riya, nooo...

Karol's is so cute.

Allyson made a snowboard.

Idk if that's part of the rules, but that's very cute.

Okay Rosa wins.

I didn't know you had a punk phase, girl!

Look at her, she's so happy and proud of herself!

HOW CAN YOU HATE ROSA?

OH MY GOD IT HAS HER DAUGHTER'S NAME WRITTEN ON THE HEAD?!

OH MY HEART ❤️

AND IT'S ROSES AROUND IT?!

She wins. In my book, she wins.

"Definitely Rosa Maria."

YEAH!!!! LET'S GO!!!!

"My sled is so well made it looks like I bought it."

"Exactly! For this reason, it completely lacks originality."

"Wait, I put a lot of personality into mine too."

"That's not a sled, that's a snowboard. It doesn't count."

DAMN, OLIVER WITH THE ROASTS.

"You can rest while I... relax my face for a bit."

XD

"It's just so hard to be decent! You have no idea!"

"It's rude to wait for a lady outside the bathroom, you know."

FACTS.

THAT'S PREDATORY.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I just came back to make up with everyone."

Yeah, even in that Riya conversation, she didn't even say as a scheme "I want James and Aiden gone, let's sabotage them." She just said she hated them. WHICH IS JUSTIFIED GIVEN WHAT THEY DID TO HER.

HOW IS KAROL THE BAD GUY HERE?!

"Karol, I heard you tell Riya that you wanted me out."

AGAIN. THAT'S NOT HER NAME.

DO YOU JUST HATE WOMEN, JAMES? IS THAT IT?

I hope Riya and Karol beat his ass.

ALL WOMEN ARE QUEENS, JAMES

"And who is going to believe you after manipulating everyone?"

GET EM.

"Soon, you and that boy will be out of my camp."

Oh no, how dare she play the game /s

Look at how happy Rosa is.

She's just so happy to be here. I love her.

"I weigh twice as much as you. Maybe more."

"That's the point, Hunter. You don't have to carry all the weight by yourself. We are a team. We're supposed to do it together."

No offense Allyson, but THIS context makes it a bad example.

He's kinda right. I mean, maybe not twice as much, but he IS right.

He's not arguing teamwork. He's arguing logic.

The spider's still there.

They're just chilling. They want a ride.

"You already lied to me a couple times, so it wouldn't be very wise to blindly believe you again."

FACTS.

It's almost like your relationship is toxic and you need to get out of it...

"So are you going to stop saying those things about Karol?"

"No I'm just saying that to... apologize."

Oh?

"I don't regret having strategized in the game, but..."

Oh, no, he's not apologizing for shit. He's just making a scene.

"I think I should have included you in it."

What if Aiden doesn't want to scheme? Ever thought of that?

Not everyone in this game WANTS to be a schemer.

"Sorry."

That's a YouTube Apology right there.

Given he's an influencer, I wouldn't be surprised if that's a YouTube Apology.

"But I need you to trust me."

I hope Aiden says "Tough shit" and gets him out.

If this episode is building up James' elimination, then I won't complain.

"That's why when I get the chance, I'd like to vote them out."

WAIT, DID SHE SAY THAT?

I DON'T THINK SHE SAID THAT.

HOLD ON.

WE'RE REWINDING. I NEED TO LISTEN TO THAT CONVERSATION AGAIN.

"Hey Riya, I just wanted to tell you that I'm very happy to be back in the game. I never spoke to you and I would like to get to know you better."

"Oh sure Karol. I know what it's like to feel left out, so I won't let it happen to you."

"Thank you very much. It was very hard to be the second voted out after trying so hard."

"Why did you get voted out?"

"James and Aiden. They manipulated everyone, had them under control and even told lies about me to the others to get me out."

"Wow... that must have been frustrating."

"Yes, that's why when I get the chance, I'd like to vote them out."

Okay no, she DID say that.

FUCK ME. THAT'S MY BAD. I DIDN'T PAY ATTENTION.

Uh... yeah I'm just gonna leave my errors in this post, why not?

I'm tired from meds. Clearly my brain is elsewhere.

"And I was trusting her and doubting you. I feel like an idiot."

You had a right to not trust him, though.

They're kinda the same.

OH HEY.

Is that allowed? Are you allowed to have a wolf help you?

"We don't fit in this place. And although they may seem friendly, in the end we are not a priority for them. Sooner or later they will want to discard us."

Damn. She do have a point.

That's gonna cut Riya deep. Cause I don't think she had anyone prior to the game.

"Karol is right. I must not forget my goal. I haven't stopped failing in my work, that's why I came here. This is my last chance to be someone! And I don't want to return to India with my family!"

SLAY GIRL!! SLAY!!

I'm routing for her and Rosa. If you're wondering who I'm routing for to win: Riya and Rosa.

"I want you to see how things really are and understand me."

Idk if Rosa is like that though. That's the thing.

DAMN.

EVERYONE IS COLD TODAY.

DAMN ROSA! QUEEN!!!!

"You can use this helmet in case you bump into something."

Oh. Okay. Yeah, everyone else will CRASH AND GET SERIOUSLY HURT.

AYO. I SEE YOU.

Hey to be fair, he sideswiped her first.

UH, ARE YOU OKAY? THAT LOOKS LIKE THAT COULD'VE KILLED YOU.

Oh she's dead.

That was a head bash.

OH YOU'RE CHEATING. GOODBYE.

OH...

YEAH THAT LOOKS BAD...

"I need medical attention!"

Oh maybe she's fine. She doesn't sound in pain.

(Me trusting the voice acting as actually good)

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

NO COME ON, NOT THE SPIDER

WHY?! THAT WAS NOT NECESSARY TO INCLUDE.

I blame Aiden. Aiden and James. Fuck them.

"With Hunter being the only one who crossed the finish line, he wins immunity."

HUH?! BUT HE DIDN'T HAVE THE BLINDFOLD ON. HELLO?!

YOU'RE BENDING YOUR OWN RULES TO BENEFIT THIS GUY-

I'm done. I'm done.

This episode hates women.

"Aiden, you darn *BLEEP*"

TELL HIM OFF

"I gave you that spider to take care of it! And you put it in danger like it's nothing?!"

TELL HIM

"You are trash, miserable, you and James are one of a kind!"

BLAME JAMES FOR THAT.

"Oh shut up Karol! You crashed into us during the challenge!"

BECAUSE YOU SIDESWIPED HER FIRST.

"If you think that harming a bug is worse than harming a person, then you are insane!"

IF YOU THINK PUTTING A BUG IN SOMEONE'S RIDE TO CRASH THEM AND INJURE THEM IS OKAY, THEN YOU ARE INSANE.

WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT HER?! CLEARLY SHE'S HURT ON THE GROUND.

I'm sorry, THAT IS NOT OKAY. NO MATTER THE PERSON.

"Everyone plays dirty and gets what they want."

I KNOW, RIYA. PREACH.

"Is that the only way to get far in this game?"

Have you seen Total Drama? Cause uh... YEAH.

"Well... I think James was right when he said we'd all do the same eventually."

ROSA DOESN'T. HUNTER DOESN'T. ALLYSON DOESN'T. RIYA... MAYBE.

NO. YOU ARE BEING INFLUENCED BY A MESSED UP SELFISH PREDATORY PERSON. AND THAT'S WHY YOU GOT SOMEONE IN THE HOSPITAL.

BUT THE PEOPLE YOU HOSPITALIZED ANTAGONIZED YOU, SO THAT MAKES IT OKAY I GUESS...

I'm trying to think why I'm against Karol getting hospitalized but celebrating Yul's poisoning? XD

I don't even like Karol all that much. Why am I celebrating Yul going to the hospital but feeling bad for Karol? They're both antagonists!

UH... let's go with female rep. WE NEED MORE SOLID FEMALE REPRESENTATION IN THESE TYPES OF SHOWS, GALS WHO DON'T GET PUSHED AROUND SO EASILY.

SO THEREFORE: IT'S OKAY IF KAROL ANTAGONIZES PEOPLE. BUT NOT YUL.

AND SHE CARED ABOUT THE ANIMALS. SO THAT MAKES IT OKAY.

(PS: PLEASE DON'T TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY, THE REASON IS SIMPLY BIAS AGAINST YUL THE INDIVIDUAL AND FICTIONAL MEDIA INVESTMENT. IF THIS WAS REAL LIFE I WOULD NEVER PRAISE IT NO MATTER WHO YOU WERE.)

"Well, after doing a health check on her leg, it looks like she's not in condition to continue in the game."

Oooooohhhh... fuck off.

SHE CAME FOR ONE EPISODE. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

WHAT WAS THE POINT OF HER COMING BACK?!

I mean at least with Eva it was a joke.

...those two have a lot in common, actually.

Diet Eva.

"YOU HAVE TO GET RID OF AIDEN AND JAMES. THEY ARE-"

ATTEMPTED MURDERERS.

YEAH I'LL FINISH HER SENTENCE FOR HER.

I mean, I don't know if Aiden was trying to kill Karol. He probably wasn't. BUT THE FACT THAT HE SHOWED NO REMORSE ABOUT IT MAKES ME THINK HE WAS.

Hunter, you DO realize that the MOMENT you don't get immunity, YOU'RE GONE, right?

"I didn't want to hurt Karol."

OH REALLY.

DID YOU SERIOUSLY THINK SHE WOULDN'T CRASH DUE TO THAT SPIDER?

EVEN IF SHE DIDN'T BREAK HER LEG. SHE STILL WOULD'VE GOTTEN HURT BECAUSE OF YOU.

AND THE FACT YOU SHOWED NO REMORSE ABOUT IT.

"Well, the important thing is that she is already out of the game and the danger is over."

Someone you could've done by simply voting her out. But whatever. Not as flashy I guess.

"Was it wrong?"

Yes.

"No!"

FUCK OFF JAMES.

"You're finally thinking about the future of the game! I'm proud of you!"

"AWWWW, MY BOYFRIEND'S FIRST BATTERY CHARGE!!! HASHTAG LAWSUIT!!!"

James, you're a bad influencer.

I hate that. I actually hate that.

That wasn't okay. Aiden SHOULD at least feel bad.

AIDEN NEEDS TO DUMP JAMES.

Okay, LOOK, I'm NOT against strategizing. It's perfectly fine. It's a game after all.

I slandered Ellie last season BECAUSE I wanted her to be smarter about her strategic choices. (Yes, I already reacted to Season 1. Here's the fast pass to view them if you want my thoughts on that season. And here's the character tier list I did. And here's the post I made about Ellie's strategy.)

BUT I said this with her too: There's strategy to get ahead of the game. And then there's traumatizing people, and hurting them physically. Both of which are WAY more personal. And at that point, you can't really hate the game for how directed it is at the player.

James kinda makes me want to APOLOGIZE to Ellie.

At least Ellie is actually GOOD to Gabby. AND she didn't get anyone in the hospital.

Aiden and James do not work for me. Idk how popular of a take that is.

Now I want to see Aiden and Jake interact.

"Hey uh, Aiden? Your boyfriend gives a lot of red flags."

"It's a fashion choice. Look at you, Marinette."

"You sure you can trust him and he's not... you know...?"

"Oh you mean how you and Tom worked out?"

"Piss off, skunk hair."

THAT WOULD BE VERY FUNNY IF THAT'S ACTUALLY HOW IT IS.

I mean, we know it's Allyson. Right?

There's no stopping it.

'ALLY'

Yep.

'ALLY'

'ROSA'

HEYO, WHO VOTED ROSA?!

'ROSA'

'ALLY'

YEAH YOU AIN'T PERSUADING RIYA WITH VOTES ON ROSA.

OH.

OKAY.

NOOOOO HE'S NOT ARO 😭

MY HEADCANON (that I knew would be wrong anyway) IS DE-CONFIRMED! NOOOOOOO

Good for them.

I would've preferred Allyson and Tess, but I don't hate it.

"Hunter, no! We agreed that we wouldn't talk or do anything about this until the game is over."

Oh yeah, you did say that. That's not fair to Tess.

"Don't... don't say anything anymore."

Why are you against this? You wanted him!

Okay, welp, girl's playing hard to get. And I don't get it.

I mean, she's okay. I would say I like her. She just wasn't one of my favorites.

I need to look at the credits, cause I KNOW THAT'S NOT THE SAME VA.

'Ally - Ale Espinoza'

And I'm gonna look back at last episode. Who was the VA listed as there?

'Ally - Valentina Velasco'

Okay YEAH. I KNEW IT. IT'S NOT THE SAME.

I'm not gonna make assumptions why she left, cause I don't know. But I will say the FACT that she left and they replaced her.

I definitely want Riya to slay. Especially now that Karol got out.

What was even the point of her coming back if she wasn't gonna do anything...?

I mean I guess she influenced Riya. But that's about it.

So I guess, moral of the episode: Fuck women.

Just for that I hope my girls win.

I mean, I don't really hate Hunter or Aiden either. But uh... James SHOULD NOT be rewarded for what he's done.

It's just that in this season I like the girls in this cast a lot more. In Season 1 that wasn't the case, it was kind of equal.

Oh, yeah, and another thing? I actually really hate the snow. Yeah, I know. I can't stand the cold. Even as a kid I didn't like it. Maybe that's why my takes on this episode were the way they were.

[just-miru]

i know u like music, but like, what are your favourite musicals, if you have any?(if you dont mind me asking)

And if you do, what are they about? And what are your favourite songs from them? :)

ohohoho-

haven't listened to any musicals in a while, but some of my favourites are

jekyll and hyde: the gothic musical thriller (and i am talking about the concept album, that has anthony warlow interpreting jekyll and hyde. the official on-broadway album is kinda meh imo)

so like. the producer of the musical was disappointed in the original gothic novella written by robert louis stevenson (the strange case of doctor henry jekyll and mister edward hyde), so they decided to make a musical about it, adding thier own vision, some new characters and subplots etc etc, while still following the main plot

main plot that is about Henry Jekyll, a silly doctor that wants to separate the good and evil from one another, hoping to eliminate all evil in the world in the process. while his intentions are good, the results of his actions aren't as good <\3 there's more to it, of course, but silly spoilers i guess- tho i can tell u more if you wanna, just let me know!

as for favourite songs we have i need to know, lisa carew, board of governors, bring on the men (tw suggestive), alive and the girls of the night

also good and evil (this is like. the only song i like from the OBC recordings)

beetlejuice

i guess u already know this one, most probably- so idk if there's any need to summarise this one (tho let me know if you don't know it and stuff)

favourite songs are dead mom, fright of their lives, say my name and that beautiful sound

six: the musical

and the silly musical about the six wives of Henry the VIII, basically each queen telling her own story

favourite songs are don't lose your head and all you wanna do (tw suggestive)

bonnie and clyde: the musical

this one's about the infamous american criminal couple, bonnie elizabeth parker and clyde chestnut barrow! kinda takes you through the story of their life before and after breaking the law which is super neat and the songs absolutely slap!!!

favourite silly songs are picture show, this world will remember me, how 'bout a dance?, this world will remember us, too late to turn back now and dying ain't so bad (my girl laura can hit such high notes i am going insane-)

[katyspersonal]

I used to take meds back then from autumn 2018 to autumn 2019. They were helping with paranoia, hyperactivity, impulsivity, anger issues, delusions, panic attacks, etc, you get the drill. They had good effects, such as me having been rather calm (to the point people were joking about how nothing could ever anger or scare me, lol), as well as more focused on writing or drawing things more than I've ever been in my life. But also they've made me so sleepy that I basically barely finished my last uni year when dozing off at every class, and I had a hard time providing the engaged, invested, "nerdy" conversations on every other topic like I do. I just quit them because not only being sleepy ALL the time would not let me work a job normally, but I also started to worry that I've been losing myself as a person. I was just so... detached and boring in conversations while medicated? Like you guys here know me as a person who is chronically like this:

But when I was medicated, it was far not this way. I was giving like... kinda tame and normie responses and thoughts, still excited but not TOO excited, etc. I am surprised that even while being a total slug on meds, I still had it in me to start fearing of losing my "eyes on the inside" xd

But I've been just thinking about stuff recently. I still loathe it when it is being handled like "you are a dangerous harmful monster that doesn't deserve compassion and trust and should be exciled from society", obvs, but the problem itself exists. I am kinda too intense, too much, too impulsive, my mood can drastically flicker within a second and flicker back just as fast. And I am paranoid. This year I even exhausted another paranoid person with being worse at it than them :/ (it always reminds me of a dream I had once, where Mic0lash of all people told me that I was "too crazy" for him fdshfh xD) I am extremely blessed to have friends and simply familiar people who accept and love me the way I am, but I am really starting to think that maybe I should delve back into it. That maybe something was wrong with the meds or the dose I used to be taking and I should try again. It is just really strange that being healthier would be able to "ruin" my passionate, nerdy, engaged personality. I've always been 'over the top' with how I think and with my creativity, even before any mental illness showed up, so sure it is just me and not any sort of positive symptom...? Like, clearly this is just my autism, not one of those other "mental illness" guys?

Well, all this talk is just in the scenario if I get enough financial stability to be able to afford monthly repackaging of meds. I am just having second thoughts on whether it is really a choice with no good option, and that maybe that previous doctor just made a mistake with prescriptions (could happen with anyone, even a professional). Or maybe I needed to demand trying something else but didn't. And I just assumed that "meds are a diabolic device to destroy a creative, nonconforming brain" (notice how it itself sounds a bit like a paranoid delusion, so clearly those meds were not quite helping with it lol). Not gonna lie, I am still scared that being calmer will kill the "real me", but at this point pain, paranoia and anger keep chopping away from my days and from my good experiences. And I can't control it.

But maybe I just should not have expected to hit the right way instantly, some people try out different meds for years before they find something that genuinely makes life better. Like maybe I got scared of how things have changed and gave up too soon, when I should have like, bugged doctor to try something else. I just want to believe that I don't have to choose between "being nerdy and engaged" and "stopping having panic/anger attacks that quite literally make me lose my mind". At least I gather enough optimism and benefit of the doubt to consider delving into it again, so there is something..