#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

[eddiegettingshot]

my list of tommy crimes to litigate leading up to september 26th

calling buck kid

calling buck evan (and sounding so incredibly annoying while doing it)

not laughing enough at buck’s funny joke about the mug

“and yet they’re so grateful” fucking weird thing to say honestly.

eddie literally SAID “you’re not jumping ship are you?” and tommy is causing people to turn their backs on my princess

never followed up on getting a beer with buck

why did he shove in to take eddie to the doctor at the basketball game like ummm buck offered that’s his best friend go away ugly…

condescending in the kiss scene honestly

why did he even kiss buck when buck was making jokes about hurting eddie when presumably tommy had just seen eddie feeling sad and guilty about buck and he knew buck hadn’t reached out or apologized. honestly strange like that shouldn’t have been cute

literally leaving buck in front of the restaurant and not even telling him he was about to do that until he had one foot in the uber

“i think you’re adorable but i don’t think you’re ready” is an unforgivable sin. Actually.

and then he had the nerve to be disingenuous about this like oh yeah sure you definitely made that closet joke because you didn’t want to pressure him. like can you be sincere at least

being snarky about the coffee isn’t a crime in a vacuum but unfortunately he never stopped being snarky after that so it annoys me that he said “mm so not like that” ummm just shut up and drink it!

didn’t dress up for the bachelor party and then was just dismissive of buck when buck was like i told you the theme. like honestly he could have just been like i won’t be able to dress up for x reason beforehand. or you know. he could have put in some effort.

“hey i knew chimney before he was chimney” don’t talk about chimney. also weird response to eddie’s point

“enjoy it while it lasts” ok?

only the active suicide risk thinks he’s good people. everyone else kinda doesn’t want him around. lesbians don’t approve.

“your dad’s still alive” it literally should have been you. god should have tried taking you instead of bobby

literally every time he’s talked about gerrard. it’s not his fault that he’s the mouthpiece for foreshadowing but it’s still a crime

“god i hope so” does he even like buck. Like actually

[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.

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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.

[flowercrowngods]

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It’s just past 3am when Steve finally caves and reaches for the phone on his night stand. His fingers are trembling slightly as he dials Eddie’s number — he knows it by heart even though he never called before. Eddie gave it to him a few weeks ago, making him promise that he’d call if he ever needed to talk.

“Any time of day or night, alright, Harrington? Call me whenever.”

And so that’s what he’s doing now, feeling strangely vulnerable about it. There’s no way Eddie’s gonna pick up. He’s gonna wake him. He’s gonna keep him from his sleep, possibly even interrupting one of the few nightmare-less nights he has.

Steve feels guilty the very second the dial tone meets the silence of his room, his chest heavy, eyes closed. Part of him hopes that Eddie won’t pick up the phone, that he’s in deep enough sleep to miss the call, that he’ll come into Family Video tomorrow and smile at Steve like he always does, none the wiser.

But, miraculously, amazingly, unfortunately, Eddie does pick up the phone. Rather immediately, at that.

“Yeah?” He sounds sleepy, and Steve’s heart falls immediately. He can’t get his mouth to work, only holding the phone to his ear, soaking up Eddie’s sleepy voice and trying to replace the guilt, the weakness, the heaviness of another sleepless night. “Hello?”

Steve remains silent. Can’t quite get the words to work. Fucking figures.

“Stevie? It’s you, isn’t it?”

He nods, stupidly, before saying, “Yeah. Sorry.”

“Hey now, what the hell do you have to be sorry for?” There’s shuffling on the other side and Steve imagines that Eddie is sitting up now, settling in to listen to the sob story of the nightmare Steve had without even falling asleep first. He does that sometimes. Doctor Owens has a fancy term for it, but Steve doesn’t want a label for his insanity. Because if there’s a label, that means it’s nothing special — and that’s kinda the only thing he has left.

But he doesn’t tell Eddie anything about that. Maybe one day. If he sticks around. Gods, but Steve hopes he does.

“If you’re sorry for calling me,” Eddie continues, his voice impossibly soft, “you don’t gotta be that. It’s fine. It’s why you have this number, alright? I’m here.” There’s more silence for a moment, but it’s the kind of silence that leaves him room to breathe. Eddie is good at that kind of silence, despite the fact that he talks so much all the time.

Maybe it’s the constant talking that makes the silences all the more significant.

“What do you need, Stevie?” Eddie asks then, and Steve hides under his blanket, the phone pressed to his ear. “I could come over. Or you could come over, I don’t really care either way.”

“No. Don’t wanna move. And…” No company, he wants to say, but the words get stuck in his throat. Sometimes company and kindness make the bad times worse. They make it more real, and what Steve needs is for everything to be a little less real. Maybe that’s why he’s calling Eddie. There’s no way that boy with his doe eyes and his wide smiles and his gentle voice in the middle of the night is real.

“Alright, I got it.” Eddie breathes deeply on the other end and Steve remembers that that’s a good idea actually, so he follows Eddie’s breath for a while.

“Can we just…” He trails off. Gives up on finding words, cringing at himself, glad that Eddie can’t see him like this.

“Can we what, hm?”

Steve shakes his head and remains silent, knows that his voice will sound anything but strong when he opens his mouth, and every second Eddie doesn’t hear what a mess he is, is important.

“I’m bad at this,” is what he settles on, closing his eyes against the world inside and outside his blanket.

“At what? Sleep? Words?”

Yes, and yes. But it’s not what he means. “Asking for things. I’m not good at that.”

“Hey, neither am I,” Eddie says and it sounds like he’s smiling. Steve imagines it and he hopes, oh he hopes that Eddie is smiling. “Y’know how I told you to call me whenever? That was essentially me just asking for you to call me. To know that… that I’m here.”

“I do,” Steve says quietly, and his body is sort of trembling with the confession. “I do know that.”

“Good,” Eddie breathes. “So what do you need?”

Steve sighs and pretends he’s somewhere else, pretends he’s in a world where asking is easy, where being known comes naturally and not with shaking voice and trembling hands. Pretends Eddie knows him already.

“Can we just… Fall asleep like this? Talking, I mean, though I don’t even know if I have things to say. The silence is more important anyway. You’re good at those, did you know?”

A light chuckle comes from Eddie, and Steve smiles along with it. “I’m good at silences? Me, Eddie Munson? You sure you don’t have the wrong number?”

“Very.” It’s all Steve says, and then it’s Eddie who’s quiet— as if to prove his point.

“Yeah, Stevie,” he says after a beat, his voice making Steve shiver. “We can fall asleep like this. Do you need me to talk to you, or…?”

He considers briefly, but he already knows the answer. He doesn’t need Eddie to talk. Just needs him to be there.

“Nah. Just… Just be there?”

There’s a hum now — the same kind of hum that Eddie always does right before giving him that secret smile of his, when he’s about to touch Steve or give him a new pet name. Sometimes, when the door to Family Video falls shut behind Eddie and Steve is left to deal with his fluttering heart, he likes to believe that this him has been placed into the universe with his name to it.

He wonders if Eddie knows. If the hum tastes like his name, if it makes Eddie’s heart flutter just as much.

“Hey Stevie?” Eddie interrupts their silence after a while and Steve can’t fight the smile on his lips.

“Yeah?”

“Did you know that otters hold hands at night so they don’t drift away from each other in their sleep?” He waits for a moment, allowing for a reaction, leaving another silence for him to claim. He does, but only with a smile as he grips the phone tighter, imagining it to be Eddie’s hand. “This sorta feels like that.”

The trembling that hasn’t really stopped is back now, the air heavy with implications and possibilities. Steve swallows.

“You keeping me from drifting away, Munson?”

“I hope so.”

It’s whispered words across the lines, crossing lines and blurring them. It’s taking his breath away, replacing it with something else, something new, something he has only felt when they were alone, but never this intense. He fills his lungs with it.

“Hey Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

More whispers, more greedy lungfuls of this something new.

“Is it bad that I kinda wanna hold your hand now?”

A beat, a sigh, a careful breath. It makes Steve think that the air in Eddie’s room is sizzling too, heavy and light at the same time. Maybe it’s just as addictive.

“Only if it’s bad that I’m kinda imagining yours in mine right now.”

Steve shakes his head again and doesn’t feel stupid about it now. “I don’t think that’s bad,” he whispers.

“Good.”

Maybe whispers are their new language. Maybe everything else is too harsh for this fragile thing, maybe the world outside Steve’s blanket isn’t ready to see the smile on his face or hear the rapid beat of his heart. He doesn’t mind.

“Tomorrow. Can I hold your hand tomorrow?”

“What do you mean, Stevie, you’re already holding it.” And there’s that smile again that makes Steve huff out the softest of chuckles, hiding his face in his pillow to ground himself against this heady feeling. “Yeah, you can hold it tomorrow, but only if I can hold yours, how’s that sound?”

“Sounds perfect, Eds,” Steve says, just louder than a whisper, and he waits with bated breath if anyone out there in the universe heard, if their bubble would burst.

But it doesn’t. Eddie only murmurs a sweet, soft, “Can’t wait.” And then there’s only silence because they’re both smiling, hearts racing, hands trembling around the phantom touch of warm fingers. They fall asleep like that soon after.

[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!

[godspeedviper]

Saturday Night Fever - Jack Delroy x F!Reader (SFW)

𖤐 Requested by Anon: Politely requesting some Jack Delroy x OC hurt/comfort. MAN AM I A SUCKER FOR some good old fashioned caretaking – a bad day, a cold, something has our intrepid host down but trying to push through and the OC makes it their task to cheer him up.

𖤐 Synopsis: Jack Delroy wakes up the day after his fated Halloween Special in 1977. Pure fluff.

𖤐 Type: Fluff || Comfort || Caretaking || Sickfic || Fix It fic || Post Canon

𖤐 Word Count: 1848

𖤐 Rating: Gen || SFW || Mentions of Medication

𖤐 A/N: Sorry this took so long! I had a real bad month (chronic illness) and as a result i've been listening to a lot of ASMR whilst bedridden and writing this kinda helped me through the weeks as well. ALSO the inspo for the "plot" came from this commercial and a comment on that video that said they, and i quote, "hated the dissonant piano at the end". It got me thinking of how surreal it would be to wake up to that while sick. Additionally, the described furniture in this fic looks like this. Final note, the NBC nightly news anchors at the time (1977) were John Chancellor and David Brinkley. ANYWAY i just want to see Jack happy and taken care of :(

  Jack stirred in his bed at the sound of strange dissonant piano keys in the distance. His eyes fluttered open, catching a blurry glimpse of the tail end of a commercial. He had a violent headache and his whole body ached. He tried to speak but his throat felt scratchy and sore. 

“Hey there handsome!” said a voice “Shh… There there now, try and take it easy.” 

“Minnie?” Jack croaked out. 

“If you’d like me to be, sure.” Replied the voice with a smile. 

  She reached out to the coffee table in front of them and picked up a small hand towel. She dipped it into an adjacent bowl filled with water and then used the damp cloth to gently pat Jack’s clammy forehead. He let out a relieved sigh in return as the cloth felt cool against his feverish skin and soothed his headache. Each muscle in his body slowly relaxed, sinking back into a curved chartreuse sofa.

“Oh you poor thing you’ve had a real long night haven’t you.” 

“What happened?” Jack mumbled. 

“You caught an autumn cold and went on to do your Halloween special, but the heat from those TV lights in the studio made you start running a real high fever.” She said, unfolding the damp towel and placing it flat across Jack’s forehead. “The fever was so high it started messing with your head on set and you began to talk nonsense about the devil and all live on your show!” 

Jack’s eyes narrowed in suspicion, everything had seemed so vivid and felt so real that it seemed unlikely to have all been a hallucination. 

“Then… How did I end up here?” He spoke cautiously, both from the ache in his throat and out of fear. “And where is ‘ here’ exactly?” 

“You’re at the big boss’ penthouse atop the UBC building. He has this place for when he stays working late, comes up here to catch a few zzz’s then goes right back to meetings and the like. Figured it would be easier to keep you from the prying eyes of tabloids here than in a hospital.” She said in a very matter of fact voice, as if Jack should have deduced it all. 

  Jack tried to make the effort to sit up and look around, but his body felt far too weakened and pained to complete the task. He only managed to raise his head and lift his shoulders a few centimeters off the sofa before collapsing back onto the cushy furniture. 

“Oh you poor thing,” Jack heard her say as he shut his eyes and groaned in pain. 

“Wait…” He mumbled. “If… if the fever was that bad? Why am I not with a doctor or in the emergency room or an ambulance?” 

“That’s what I’m here for silly!” She laughed, shrill and dainty like the ringing of a small bell. “I’m a home caregiver hired by the big boss. You can call me Nurse Minnie if you’d like, since that’s what you blurted out earlier. It’s my job to make sure you’re right as rain in no time.” 

“Uh-huh…” Jack nodded slowly. He was still in disbelief, but he had no other explanation for how he was feeling or for what he remembers experiencing. 

Regardless, his fever and headache were very very real and so, he tried relaxing his tense muscles, slowly shifting into as comfortable a position as possible. 

“Would you like some tea now that you’re awake?” She asked, daintily batting her lashes at him. 

“Um, yes please.” It sounded almost like a question coming from Jack, but she didn’t seem to mind. 

“Alright then, wait right here Mr. Delroy and I’ll be back in a few minutes.” 

 Jack’s large, dark eyes followed her as she stood up from the sofa and took her leave. He then turned his attention to the coffee table on his right side and looked over all the items laid on top; a thermometer, some small hand towels, some medication, the television remote, and the aforementioned bowl of water. He reached out for the remote – the buttons were rubber but the body was made of sleek wood that felt cool to the touch – turning up the volume and flipping through the channels until he saw a picture of himself on the nightly news with a headline ‘Is Television Going to Hell?’

“After last night’s heartstopping broadcast, Night Owls with Jack Delroy has skyrocketed to the top of the Nielsen charts as viewers everywhere proclaim this to be the most frightening thing put to screen since The Exorcist hit theaters back in ‘73.” Said a man in a sandy colored suit jacket with a matching color tie. 

“That’s right, David.” Replied the man sitting to his left. “A spokesman for UBC kindly let us know that the entire night was scripted and to rest assured that no one was harmed in the making of the program.” 

“Now hold on a minute, John. That isn’t entirely true!” The man in the sand colored suit interrupted. 

“Correct,” His co-host replied with a swift synchronicity rarely seen outside of tennis matches. “That same UBC representative also made it clear that while the entire broadcast was scripted the titular host, Jack Delroy, was running a high fever that night, resulting in his erratic behavior towards the end of the program. However, he has since been hospitalized and is on the mend.” 

  Jack sat there with his mouth agape, trying to wrap his mind around what the newscasters were saying. His thoughts were quickly interrupted as his caretaker returned to the living room, placing a tea cup and accompanying saucer on the table right in front of him. 

“Here you are,” She said, sitting on the edge of the sofa near his hips and helping him slowly sit up. “Please be careful, it’s hot.” 

“Oh, oh thank you.” He replied, slowly reaching for the teacup. 

“I see you’re catching yourself up to speed.” She said, nodding towards the television set. “How does it feel to be at the top?” 

“Hot.” He said with a chuckle. 

“Was it worth it?” 

Jack froze, unsure of what to say. His eyes flitted down towards the teacup, then back up at her, but she was giggling along with his statement. Jack nervously smiled, fully doubting his senses. 

“Oh Mr.Delroy, even when you’re not on camera you still have a sense of humor.” 

“Sorry,” He said sheepishly as his cheeks started to blush. “I can’t help it… And please, call me Jack.” 

  She smiled back at him in earnest, mindlessly reaching for the discarded hand towel which had rolled off his forehead and onto his lap. “Don’t be sorry about that, Jack.” She gave him a poignant look. “Most people let fame get to their head. They become rude, ungrateful, and just plain old unpleasant. I will happily take your bashful apologies and polite sense of humor over all that any day.” 

“Thank you.” He said, blush spreading to the whole of his face. 

  Jack finished his tea in silence as she lay back and watched the remainder of the news broadcast with him. The anchors had moved past Jack’s news story and onto the Son of Sam, whose court date had just been set for May of the following year. Once he finished his drink, Jack tried to stand up and take away the used porcelain, but he was quickly stopped by his nurse. 

“Please, let me take care of you Jack. It’s what I’m here for.” She held the teacup in one hand and used the other to gently press against his chest, lowering him back onto the sofa. “Trust me, you are not a burden, this is no bother.” 

“A-alright.” Jack reluctantly lay back and let go of his worries. 

  She set the teacup back on the table for a moment to reach for the blanket draped over Jack’s legs and pull it up towards his neck, tucking him in. Once he was comfortable she grabbed the thermometer off the table and brought it to his lips. Jack complied without words, allowing her to place the item into his mouth and under his tongue, holding it there as she lifted the teacup and left the room. She swiftly returned, taking the instrument from his lips to read the temperature, reacting only with a soft disappointed sigh. 

“That bad, huh?” Jack tried to laugh but choked out a cough instead. 

“Shh shh let your throat rest so the tea can do its work.” She cooed, reaching out for another hand towel. “You’re doing much better but your temperature is still within feverish range. I’m going to apply another damp towel to your head and then let you rest. Unless you need anything else?” 

“An aspirin perhaps?” Jack whispered. 

“Oh, does your head hurt? I’m sorry, I should have thought to offer you some sooner so you could have taken it along with your tea. I’ll go get you a glass of water for that and then I’ll massage your head to make up for it.” 

  She stood up and quickly left the room before Jack could try and protest the unnecessary apology. Instead, he slowly propped himself back up into a sitting position, ready to receive her offerings of care. Upon her return she smiled at the sight of him, waiting and ready like a good little boy. She picked out a pill from a small bottle and handed it to Jack. Much like with the thermometer, Jack submitted to her care and took it without protest, like a good boy indeed. He lay back down and closed his eyes, trying to ignore the throbbing in his head, while she picked up the remote and turned off the TV. She stood back up and Jack could hear her walking around the room. He then heard the sound of her rustling through a shelf of records, followed by the unmistakable scratch of the needle over the vinyl disc. David Bowie’s Space Oddity began playing softly in the background, and she returned to once more sit on the edge of the sofa alongside Jack. 

“I’m going to place another damp towel on your forehead to help break your fever, alright?” She whispered. 

  Jack nodded and settled into the sofa. Her gentle whispers made his ears tingle, as did the slightly spongy sound of her dabbing the damp towel along his face before laying it across his forehead. She then put her fingertips onto the edge of his scalp, right where it met the skin, and began rubbing them in as a gentle massage. Jack sighed in relief, causing her to giggle under her breath. The droning melody of the music in combination with the head massage and medication was causing Jack to feel as if he were melting directly into the furniture. He began to moan as the overwhelming relief began to feel almost erotic in nature. As Jack was slipping back into oblivion, he swore he could hear her whispering ‘good boy’ every now and again, until he succumbed to sleep. 

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Eddie stirs into semi-wakefulness at the feeling of his hand being moved—he had been tracing slow, looping spiral patterns across Steve’s palm until he simply couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer. He makes a small noise of bleary confusion, and he hears Steve whisper, “Shit, sorry, go back to sleep.”

“You okay?” he just about slurs. He pries his eyes open, sees what had woken him—Steve stretching out his arm.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry. Just.” Steve gingerly places his elbow back down on the bed. “Twinges.”

Eddie blinks away sleep, and then he sees it, right in the crook of Steve’s arm: a dark bruise. There’s a sudden prickle on the back of his neck that tells him this isn’t from an IV.

Steve floating, one leg broken. An arm beginning to twist unnaturally at the elbow—

“Oh, fuck,” Eddie says, abruptly wide awake.

“It’s fine, Eddie,” Steve rushes to reassure. “Doctors said it was like… psycho… psycho-something, ‘cause I guess the whole, um, you know, it didn’t technically happen so—”

“Well, fuck what they said,” Eddie says, “I’m literally looking at proof that something happened.”

Steve’s lips tilt upwards into something that’s almost a smile, and Eddie again feels a rush of anger on his behalf: that, when left alone, he’s just accepted whatever dismissive explanation the doctors have given because it’s easier. Even the now expected half shrug he gives seems to say, Don’t fuss.

Eddie’s fingers twitch unconsciously, brushing against Steve’s forearm; he immediately draws back, not wanting to get too close to the bruise.

“It’s okay,” Steve says. “You—you can touch it, if you want.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you, man.”

“You won’t.” Another shrug—this one has a more self-conscious air. “Might help, honestly. It’s like a… cold sorta ache.”

Eddie returns his hand to the bed. His fingers barely skim the bruise at first, but when Steve doesn’t flinch, he resumes his touch, lingers. The bruise is slightly raised in the middle, where there’s a vein, and Eddie can feel a strange chill from it; makes him think of taking the plunge at Lover’s Lake, emerging into a nightmare.

Steve relaxes by degrees, exhales slowly. “Yeah, that’s… good. You’re warm.”

Eddie yawns; the repetitive movement is starting to lull him again. “What time s’it?”

Steve winces. “Too early.”

Eddie raises his head slightly, squints at the clock. It’s just gone 3AM. “Ouch.” He settles back, catches Steve’s eye and smiles against the cushion. “Guess I’m gonna have to bore you to sleep, Harrington.”

Steve scoffs. “By talking? Think that’s impossible.”

“Well, I’ve not chosen the topic yet.”

Steve smiles, slow and sweet. There’s a pink mark on his cheek from where he’s leant more into the pillow. “You’d make it interesting.”

Eddie chuckles, feels, for just a moment, unaccountably warm. “Okay, then you talk.”

Steve snorts. “Wow. You saying I’m boring?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Eddie says, and it’s meant to come out teasing, but the early hour of the morning seems to soften it, makes it sincere. “Just meant I already know what you should talk about.”

“Oh?”

“Recite all the movie musicals you own.”

Steve laughs. “Those shitheads,” he says, so fondly. “I can’t believe they found those.”

“Sounds like there’s a story there.”

“Hmm, not really. Just some tapes left from my grandparents.” His eyes drift down for a few seconds in silent, distant melancholy, then he adds, “Both sets. Seemed like a waste to get rid of them, so I…” He sighs, laughs a little. “Starting at Family Video reminded me of them again. Me and Rob got through a few before… oh. We were gonna have a marathon at Spring break. Guess we got a little busy.”

“Sorry.”

Steve waves him off, hand barely lifting from the bed. “Don’t be. Kinda par for the course for me, at least.”

“What’s your favourite?”

“Huh?”

“Musical.”

“Oh.” Steve grins. “You gotta guess.”

“What is this, a test?”

“Yup. You get it wrong and a trap door opens underneath you.”

Eddie laughs again. “Careful, Harrington, you sound like a DM.”

“You sound like you’re avoiding taking a guess.”

“Uh, I can’t just jump in, I’ve gotta…” Eddie makes a show of leaning forward to scrutinise Steve.

“Are you analysing me? I’m not that complicated, dude.”

“…Grease,” Eddie says eventually, and Steve laughs through a yawn.

“Nope. Why’d you pick that one?”

“Mostly the hair.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Steve says, rolling his eyes; but he’s smiling, too.

“C’mon, put me out my misery.”

“The Sound of Music.” Steve’s smile turns more thoughtful. “Not even cause of the music, more—Robin put it on one night, and she started laughing, said I had my own little gang of von Trapps.”

Eddie grins. “Yeah, I can see it.”

He resumes his gentle strokes across Steve’s bruise—watches as Steve’s eyes close, feels it when his arm goes slack. He thinks that Steve has fallen asleep until the question is asked.

“Have you… done this before?” Steve opens his eyes, as if sensing Eddie’s confusion. “Like, when I was… when I wasn’t…”

It takes a couple of seconds for it to click. “Oh. Oh, yeah, I…” Eddie trails off, feeling suddenly vulnerable. “You looked, um… in pain, so I…”

It feels like a much bigger thing now that Steve is awake and looking right at him, but Eddie gathers himself, raises his hand to demonstrate.

His fingertips brush across Steve’s forehead, lightly moving stray strands of hair. Steve’s eyes close again—only momentarily, like he’s taking it all in.

“Yeah, that was… I could feel you.” There’s a sudden fragility in his eyes. “It—it helped. Thanks.”

“You don’t need to thank me.”

“No, I… seriously, it… I was trying to… remind myself what it felt like to… to feel things, you know? Like, physically, that I could—that I was still…” He drifts into a silence that Eddie doesn’t dare break before continuing. “I was talking to Nance ‘bout Christmas from a few years ago; I was wearing this stupid sweater that itched, but thank God it did. I remember holding Holly, the weight of her, just…” He draws his non-bruised arm briefly to his chest. “And…” His eyes widen in sudden realisation. “Oh, that’s right, you were—you were talking, weren’t you, while you were playing guitar?”

Eddie’s heart constricts at the reminder. “Yeah, sure was.”

“With Robin, too, right?” At Eddie’s nod, Steve begins to smile again. “Yeah, I could—I could hear you. Thought I was in Scoops at one point.”

Eddie laughs. “Yeah, me too.”

“Don’t tell Robin, but the Material Girl routine? Totally knew she could see me the whole time.”

Eddie is about to crack a joke about how the secret’s safe with him, but then he sees Steve’s smile slowly fade away.

“What is it?” he asks quietly.

Steve shakes his head—not in answer, looks more like he’s grounding himself. “Just… remembering some…” His eyes move to the door before returning to Eddie. “You said you heard my song on the radio?”

Eddie nods.

“Yeah, I—it was faint, but I could still… It’s just… wherever I was, it was just��not just dark, but there was… nothing, and I couldn’t feel or see or… and before—before you… I thought oh, this is it, this is all there’s…” Steve swallows, voice growing thick. “S’just funny what comes back to… I kept thinking, just… little things, like how I left some of the tapes a mess at work, or how I was never gonna give anyone a ride home anymore, or even just—driving with the radio full blast. Still. Now I can—well, gotta wait a little while, with the cast, but—”

“I’ll drive you,” Eddie says suddenly, and he can’t stop himself from adding, “Any time. Anywhere you wanna… just—just say when.”

Steve’s mouth parts. His hand drifts up, and he blinks, and it’s only then that Eddie notices one subtle tear clinging to his eyelashes.

The moment stretches until Eddie’s vision becomes hazy at the corners, exhaustion muffling the emotion like a blanket.

“I’ll hold you to that,” Steve says eventually.

“Good,” Eddie says, or thinks he says—his eyes have drifted shut of their own accord.

“Night, Eddie.”

“S’morning.”

“Ha. You always need the last word?”

“Mm-hmm. S’an… affliction.”

“Good morning, then.”

Eddie feels Steve’s fingers curl against his palm; sinking down into sleep, he’s too tired to figure out if Steve’s spelling anything at all—but he thinks, even if it’s a nonsense pattern, the meaning is the same.

I’m here. I’m here with you. I’m right here.

[fangirlwriting-stories]

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!”

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s2 episode 23 thoughts

i am: confused. about everything i just watched. and i can’t tell if the problem is me missing something blatantly obvious, the episode being strange on purpose because it’s building up to something, or it just being an overall peculiar plotline. but i will attempt to elaborate on this later. for now, as always, we start at the top.

the first thing i wrote down was that i was so excited to watch tn’s ep!! i missed the last few days because i was busy and i was really hoping tonight would NOT involve any sort of disease which proved to be the case

“i want these nerds to deal with an art heist someday” <- this i wrote while the opening scene began in some random hotel… like yeah yeah yeah ghosts aliens etc. solve the gardner heist. OH MY the garnder heist hadn’t even happened by this time! well maybe if they had been at the scene it never would have happened.

in this hotel, we see a guy who looks scared knocking on the door looking for “Morris” and he says someone is dead!! guy next door is listening (and yeah, so fair, it sounded juicy as hell) but when the poor hotel neighbor stands up to listen he gets… sucked into ectoplasm?? he is no longer there. also, lights are flickering.

agents in the elevator, arriving to the scene. mulder looked really comfortable in there lmaooo that was a very funny visual.

they got information from this case from scully's "contact", and the contact is one of her students!!!!!! ahhh!! she looks so proud. this is funny because she was at the academy for like 3 months lmao but clearly she made a good impression in that brief amount of time!

“heard a lot about you” detective kelly says when scully introduces mulder and HAHAAAA he turns to scully and says “we’ll talk later”. about what. do share. 

(very funny that somehow he came up "a lot" in the 3-ish months she was teaching people how to do autopsies. like girl how did you manage to bring him up consistently whilst opening cadavers. that is talent)

investigation time! (mulder sniffs a drink in the missing guy’s room) "mmm, scotch" he mumbles <- LMAOOOOO THIS MAN IS WEIRD AS HELL 

they notice a big splotch burned into the ground, and as they are investigating the burn marks, scully says it “could be the residue of burnt human flesh” and yes!!!!! I love when she says weird and unsettling things!!!!

mulder seems enthused about this case and also that there is a young detective…… give them an intern i need to see what happens. that man seems to have an instinctive need to Mentor.

detective kelly asks him what he thinks happened. the answer? “spontaneous human combustion” yes ofc!! 

SCULLY IS SO SWEET AWWW “you’re doing just fine :)” she is not going to let her student doubt herself!

scully kinda sounds like she thinks mulder is teasing the detective with such an outlandish claim but i think he’s just being himself honestly

re:human combustion “let’s just forget for the moment that there’s no scientific theory to support it” “okay :)” <- yeah i had to pause and laugh. so what!

WHAT is he doing when they get in the elevator... he is making such a strange face. does anyone have this. it was so funny. he was at once locked in and a million miles away.

okay. so this wasn't the first victim. now they are arriving at the place of an earlier victim. which is a house with all the lights off. peculiar.

“hey scully, can you spare a prophylactic?” (now yes i did have to google this word's definition!) here is my live reaction:

"like a glove? because google is also saying that this can also mean condom. okay she pulls out a glove from her pocket. okay that’s the good ending i think"

makes sense for the doctor to have lots of gloves in the pocket of her jacket. more sense than the other alternative. i was really confused for a few seconds but in the end we got there.

he uses the glove to switch the light bulb on and she says “darkness covers a multitude of sins” which is EXACTLY what i'm here for!!! please keep saying creepy stuff queen <3

enter the home... another splotch from the other victim!! who also worked in tobacco, like the hotel man!!! but he says half of richmond works in tobacco, and the first victim was a scientist, so maybe not…? but regardless this realization made me think of that post that is like “people smoke less and now we don’t get spontaneous human combustion” which is soooo funny to me. if i ever find that post again i Will reblog it. it is true, spontaneous human combustion is a lost art.

mulder is very excited to dig through the trash, which is very raccoon-coded. he finds a ticket to a train station, and suggests that perhaps someone based out of the train station is hunting people.

cut to our deeply scared looking man from earlier who seems to be able to vaporize people. WAIT... earlier it was his shadow that vaporized the other guy. and he’s hiding from light... things are adding up. no light equals no shadow equals no vaporization. sort of adding up, at least. because still, how does a shadow vaporize you?

now he was getting held at gunpoint by cops, both of whom stepped into his shadow and get zapped into splotches. this is a distressing situation, but also a silly one. 

new mulder theory: if we have 3 victims, and they were all near the train station, we could cross reference the security camera footage from those 3 days and see if we can find the guy they've looking for. “that’s assuming that we’re looking for a guy”, says scully, which made me laugh because i had seen that blooper clip and giggled profusely

mystery man is spotted on the camera and jacket identified as working at the magnet place… same as the very first victim!

off to the magnet laboratory to get the scoop on this dr. banton fellow. we get a backstory reveal: he was involved in a terrible accident! he was investigating dark matter. oh man, you can’t be fucking with such things. 

the scientist guy is babbling about particles and dark matter. and while i am trying to keep up, there are bigger thoughts taking up space in my mind. namely: scully you are soooooo pretty idgaf about the particle accelerator <3

we see the scene of the accident, where dr. banton's shadow was burned into the wall……. the energy slid through his body?? girl idk. his coworker said it was almost like he wanted it to happen. maybe you get so involved in dark matter theories that you just want to taste it for yourself. anyway, the shadow left by the zapping looks like the other splotches….. 

train station time. going with the agents to the train station. boy i wish all of the US was supported by a rail system.

he points out that dr. banton was staring at the ground for a loooong time and he's trying to figure out why.

“nonsensical repetitive behavior is a common trait of mental illness” “you trying to tell me something?” YESSSS! i have seen this gif many times and now i understand its context.

(also yes mulder has got Something going on. he has been diagnosed in my headcanon with ocd... i am sure there has been plenty of discourse as to if that is the "correct" label for what is going on in his mind but it's my interpretation and i make the rules <3)

he's taking in the whole environment of the train station, and notices that the light is soft… diffused… no shadows… maybe dr.banton is looking for such an environment... BAM he rounds the corner!

aaaand he’s running but you cannot forget that mulder is a track star! you cannot outrun him! and sure enough, they got him. mulder picks up on what's going down and shoots the lights out so there are no shadows while they talk

now banton is in a facility with soft light smoking a cigarette. very 2013 aesthetic.

he's trying to explain his affliction: “my shadow isn’t mine… it’s like a black hole”

first thought: okay??? um. how and why. second thought: can we harness this for superhero purposes? fight crime by banishing the bad guys to the Void. that's an x-men adjacent power.

dr. banton says the government is after him and they are going to "suck his brain". he begs mulder to free him before this can occur, as if that is a normal predicament to try and escape from and as if mulder has any control over this situation.

the detective’s boss is pissed the FBI is there... like girl calm down does anyone really care? all this nonsense about jurisdiction and people getting frustrated when departments cross. man, if i was in a situation like this, i would be harnessing the power of teamwork, but they never seem to do that. the agents are dismissed, but mulder tells detective kelly that dr. banton needs to be in soft light.

okay, so despite my interjection of "girl who cares", clearly they care. and i'd like to wonder aloud about this exchange:

“I hope you know what you’re doing Scully, putting Detective Ryan’s ambition ahead of all good sense in this case”

“Ambition? She’s a woman trying to survive the boy’s club, Mulder. Believe me, I know how she feels”

because he’s like “we just handed over the a bomb to the Boy Scouts”

and he thinks this new detective is gonna get evaporated but also again they have no jurisdiction so like?? i wrote that i was lost and then i rewatched the scene and was still lost. he seems to be questioning scully's judgement on letting the detective take this case, which she was not in charge of assigning the detective to, and that they only agreed to help out on. so they help and then there is nothing more that can be done because it is Not Their Case. but it also seems to be less about the fact that he is concerned with the detective getting evaporated and more into fending off the alleged brain suckers.

i didn't really get it but i wrote "the girls are fightingggggg"

X AT THE STATION??? 

ohhhh mulder wants info, but X can’t help him because he exposed his identity to skinner and scully last time!!! “and you can trust them as you trust me”, says mulder, trying to get X to believe in the goodness of humanity

X brushes mulder off and says “promise you won’t contact me again unless absolutely necessary” <- damn power imbalance going crazy 

then we se X at the psychiatric facility???? breaking dr. banton out??? is he gonna be part of the brain sucking squad? he's got 2 guys helping him out, but they step in the room and the men grabbing him got zapped out of existence. X lets dr. banton run and looks very confused about the zapping of his colleagues. 

HUH? so is X doing this because he is trying to help mulder or is he really part of the government who wants to experiment on banton? by the end of the episode, it looks like he is, in fact, allied with the brain suckers... but to what extent?

OH! dr. banton got back to his old workplace and his friend the fellow magnet scientist. but the detective catches him there. and she forces him to step against the wall and his shadow gets on her and she. uh. falls screaming into a black hole? and then leaves a burn mark like all of the other cases? man what is going on.

so banton is going back into the chamber where he was previously zapped to try and unzap himself. but he gets in the chamber and his “friend” reveals he’s working for the government that wants to catch him!!!!

BUT SOMEONE SHOOTS THE DUDE WHO HAD LOCKED HIM IN THE ROOM. It was X?! WHAT is the motive here!!!

okay, agents on the scene. accelerator is up and getting ready to zap. ZAP! another shadow shows up. so unzap the zapped equals no more banton? girl where did he go.

mulder is MAD and he is at the place X met him last time. confrontation time! mulder is pissed X used him to get to banton and again X is once again flaunting the power imbalance between them. and because X tricked him, banton is dead and so is the detective!!! boy, that has got to be bad news for mulder who blames himself for everything 

he says to X: “promise me this will be our last meeting. we’re finished” and why do I feel that this is a bad idea!!!

X says he didn’t kill banton, and walks away. and also that this is a dangerous time to go at it alone. WHAT DO YOU MEAN! first skinner's cryptic messages about the darkness that is coming, and now X?

NOOOO Scully at her student the detective's funeral... this is soooo evil. 

mulder is there but he’s late. he’s in sunglasses and they’re funny. she says this feels wrong and it shouldn’t have happened, a student came to her for help and she gave it and now the student is dead. oh scully pls do not blame yourself. it feels like they were led on this track on purpose.

mulder was late because he was tied up with a missing person’s case; the other guy from the magnet lab went missing that same morning. so maybe it was other guy in the room that had been zapped and not banton? 

X AT THE SCENE OF THE MAGNET LAB. watching the other guy run tests on banton??? a tear drops down his face. X is complicit in unethical human experimentation...

so, i’m confused on many levels. it seems like someone got the detective involved because she knew she would go to scully for help and get them roped into this case. but if that WAS what happened, you know that you buy one get one free with these 2, so why would you want to get scully involved if that meant mulder would also get involved, and mulder being the closest (arguably) to X would expose X’s involvement and whatever ulterior motive he is playing to? hasn’t scully suffered enough without being forced to wonder if her helping someone started a domino effect that resulted in death? and all of this is over a guy who zapped himself with black matter and his shadow burns people up. huh?

and how deep is X in with the government doing the evil stuff? is he just distracting mulder with various side quests to keep him from discovering the nefarious deeds they are up to? does X know cigarette guy?

i don’t like when they fight. i actually LOVE when they fight over things that make sense. but i was confused over the fight they had in this episode because he was mad that she was letting the detective… do her job? and he didn’t seem to think she could handle a guy that vaporizes people with his shadow, which i mean, fair enough, tough case for a newbie, but blaming that on scully really pissed me off because?? it’s not her fault??? they also were only involved unofficially so did he think somehow they were supposed to swoop in and rescue the dude to prevent all this from happening? and how do you even rescue a guy whose shadow vaporizes people?

either this makes no sense, i’m wildly misunderstanding something, or a plot is afoot. or all three really. pls feel free to enlighten me with what you thought on this episode and let me know if there is something i am interpreting entirely incorrectly. or not! it could be fun to try and put the pieces together myself. regardless, i am pleased we were reunited

[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

[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.

[il-y-a-trop-de-regles]

tw 3d rant:

im actually going to drop k1ck my head of year WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOURE EMAILING ALL MY TEACHERS TO GET THEM TO KEEP AN EYE ON ME? WHAT THE ACTUAL F-

basically, I have low BP, like it's a genetic condition I've had my whole entire life and im a very easy fainter. one of my teachers was concerned that I'm lately alot more dizzy lately than usual, and that I can't walk straight, etc (amazing teacher, love her). She tried to apply for me to get a medical class exit card, which basically means no teacher can deny me from leaving the classroom, it's kinda like a get out of jail free card.

anyways, 2 weeks after this, ive already accepted that im not getting my get out of jail free card, I get called in by my head of year and she is trying to find the 'root of my problem' because 'there must be a reason it's getting worse, because it doesn't make sense otherwise' YOU ARE A TEACHER, NOT A DOCTOR DUDE 😭. anyways, she started asking me if I 3at, my stomach DROPPED, but ofc I said yes because I do not plan of r3c0v3ry anytime soon (I'm pro r3c0v3ry don't get me wrong, but I genuinely just can't right now), and then she asked me wieiad and told me to give her a whole run down, and when I got to lunch she said to me 'I can check your canteen balance and I'll call your mum after this conversation' so I couldn't say I ate something from home, or say I got food from the canteen. LUCKILY, I managed to think something up, and said I was really preoccupied running a club (which I actually was) that I completely forgot about lunch, and I said I know it sounds bad but its not often that I do forget. and she said 'I just don't believe you' SORRY DUDE WHAT? and then she starts grilling me about my eating habits like please GIVE IT A REST.

long story short, she's emailing ALL of my teachers to keep an eye on me and report back to her if anything happens with me, which is really sad. oh and I have to do weekly wellbeing checkups.

I don't get what they're trying to achieve with this, I mean I guess it makes me feel slightly more valid in my d1s0rd3r that people are accusing me of it, but that's it.

main problem, I'm not a teachers pet by any means, but I am relatively close with some of my teachers and I JUST KNOW that they will bring it up or keep me after class (for context, I was m0l3sted by a teacher at my skl, but no one ever found out because he was the vice headteacher and if i were to report the situation, i would have to go to him, and that would not be successful whatsoever, and he would always make weird excuses to keep me after class and he'd t0uch my hair, grab the back of my neck, put his hands down the back of my shirt, etc, and so I have a crazy fear of staying after class 😭) and now I'm scared that im going to be kept for so many after class talks (and 3/5 of the teachers I'm close with are male) and I don't want them to figure out that I went through something.

SPECIFICALLY MY PSYCHOLOGY TEACHER BC I SWEAR HE IS SO ATTENTIVE TO DETAIL, he spent the first 6 months that he taught me just keeping me after class to ask me about my mental health, but then he'd just end up talking about how much he hated his ex gf and I found it super odd that he would only talk to me about her (keep in mind he was a new teacher at the time, and he did this from like the second week that id known him), but over time he became slightly more normal (on the very first lesson, he did come up to me and said that he could already make a really good judge of my character because of my pencil case 🤨 which was odd - so it's just at the beginning of his teaching, but he always sits me at the front so we are semi close, but GRRR I HATE MY HEAD OF HOUSE

Ps: sorry this 3d rant kinda became a 'my school is filled with strange teavhers talk 😭

[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.