#i was hit by my period and now i have ✨THOUGHTS✨

[nots0br0k3nghst]

This probably was said multiple times already, but...

Gale's hands

Of course everything in Gale is beautiful and enticing, but I am drawn to his hands. Oh, to hold them gently, to place a tender kiss to his knuckles, to his wrist, to his fingertips and palms. To leave a trail of kisses all the way to his shoulder and then to the mark on his chest...

I bet this would make him so flustered, but I really would do this to him just to make him feel appreciated, desired. I would love to worship him.

Gods, I need serious help...

[pedrito-friskito]

disobedient - miguel o’hara x fem!reader (spidersona)

do you get off on disobeying me?

a/n: I regret fuck all folks. part 1 of 2 (no clue when part 2 will happen but it will). special shouts to @psychedelic-ink, @inklore, and @splendiferous-bitch for feeding my miguel obsession and being the best ❤️‍🔥

word count: 6.5k

warnings: oh mama. sex pollen, unprotected p-in-v, rough sex, desperate miguel, multiple orgasms, in a shocking twist a whole lotta exposition cuz I gotta make the fucking make sense, y’know?

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You’re not supposed to do this.

You’re not supposed to be here, period, but the notion hasn’t stopped you thus far. It’s just gonna make him more pissed off than he normally is, but pissing Miguel O’Hara off has quickly climbed to the top of your list of talents, and you’re content to continue doing as you please.

Especially if it means he’ll keep glowering at you with those eyes of his.

+

It threw you off initially — him, in general. Unfairly large, all rippling muscle and too-tiny waist, the hip-to-shoulder ratio of a Dorito chip and retractable claws you’ve seen more than once now. Not to mention an ass that looks like it was sculpted by a god. But it was the eyes that caught your attention, when you caught him glowering at you from a shadowy corner, like a predator hunting its prey.

“You gonna keep gawking,” you’d asked, “or come say hello like a normal person?”

Neither of you fit that category — normal people, boring — and he’d ignored your quip, actually growling at you as he stalked out of the shadows and brushed past you, bumping your shoulder in the process, and your brow had lifted at the way his suit seemed to ripple with the impact, forming and reforming against his skin. You saw it all, thanks to your spider-tacular vision, and your next thought after I want to sink my teeth into that ass, was I need to get my hands on that fabric.

Six months later, and no dice. You’ve been bouncing between Earth 928 and whatever dimension suits your fancy since Miguel first brought you here. How you convinced him to hand over one of his fancy bracelets, you’ll never truly know, but you have a distinct feeling the nature of your first meeting was what prompted him to give you access to the multi-verse — along with a slew of rules you more often than not turned your nose up at.

It also probably has something to do with the fact that you didn’t leave Nueva York for the first month. You holed up in the room he provided, ate the food he left by the door, and slept your days away, ignoring the too-bright world outside the windows, content to waste away to nothing. You couldn’t go home, what did it matter anyway?

Enter Miguel O’Hara and his incredibly bite-able ass.

When he first found you on the rooftop, cornered you near the fire escape, you’d gone snarky, despite the rumble in your bones, the betrayal that had cut you to the core, the looming fact that shit had just hit the fan and nothing was ever going to be the same again. 

And then Mister Grumpy steps through a fucking portal and tells you he can save you. He can’t fix what happened, but he can take you somewhere they won’t find you again, a haven of sorts. For a moment, you reeled — how could you know for sure that you could trust him? You almost asked him as much, but then the blanket of realization swept over you: there was nothing left for you on Earth 374. The spider on his chest was clue enough that you were on the right track. Sure, his was bright red on dark blue, whereas your own was navy against slate grey, but the similarities were close enough, namely the giant fucking spider.

The door to the rooftop had jiggled and Miguel swept a hand out, shooting webbing at the handle, keeping it shut. “Clock’s ticking, princesa,” he told you, the nickname said almost tauntingly. “Offer’s about to expire.”

You knew there had to be other spider-people out there in the universe, you just hadn’t imagined them to be so…large.

Or demanding, you’d learn later. Or asshole-ish. Sigh.

“Get me the fuck outta here,” you answered, and that was that. You were standing in his lab in Nueva York a moment later, and the jolt of multi-dimensional travel had you puking your guts all over the glossy floor. Faintly, you’d heard Miguel’s grunt of disdain.

“Lyla, get someone to clean this up,” he said, and his hand curled around your arm a moment later, hauling you to your feet like a rag doll. “You’ll get used to it,” he told you. “The jumping. I did the same thing after my first time.”

You were too out of it to know if he was actually being nice, or if the subtle lift to the corner of his mouth was just amusement at your expense.

“Yeah, well, warn a girl next time, would you?”

But you did get used to it. Once you managed to get your ass out of bed and back into your suit, you were soon away from the Spider Society more than you were there. For the first couple weeks, Miguel hadn’t said a word, apparently content to let you go where you pleased, barely questioning you when you deigned to return. Then, it was like a switch was flipped, and he was up your ass — and not in a fun, sexy way. He wanted reports on each of your jumps, timelines and activity breakdowns. He wanted lists of targets, reasons behind them, background checks. All things you knew he could easily get himself, but you also didn’t have the guts to tell him that since he’d saved you from Earth 374, you hadn’t actually…helped…anyone.

It wasn’t for lack of trying. Your first solo jump you’d managed to find a few bank robberies and a mugging happening within a few blocks of each other. Clearly, you’d picked a gem of a universe, and while you’d managed to web up the bandits in the vault, something in you had frozen when you tried to track down the mugger. The scene unfolded on the street below and you just…shut down.

The rest of your trips were spent just exploring. You swung your way through cities, camped out on rooftops, just watching the normal people go about their lives down below. You noted the differences between that universe and your own, tried to remember where all the puzzle pieces fit, even though you were looking at a different picture.

And it’s that curiosity, that quiet desperation to know more, that has you padding out of your room in the Spider Society tower, overriding the elevator that’ll take you up to Miguel’s lab. His currently empty lab. The man himself has been away on a scouting mission for nearly forty-eight hours, and you’re not expecting him back for another twenty-four, which gives you more than enough time to satisfy that annoying voice in the back of your head that wants to know how they’re doing.

It’s late. The world outside the tower is dark, the sky an inky black, streaked with light shades, dotted with stars. You’d be a fool not to find Earth 928 and Nueva York beautiful in their own strange, overly modern ways, but even six months in, it’s hard to think of it as home.

But you know why. It’s because it’s not. 

You’d lasted a few days before you started glitching, and being cooped up in your room, you assumed you’d be able to hide it from Miguel. Part of you feared that if he knew something was wrong with you, he’d send you back to 374, and then what would happen to you?

You went to sleep worrying it over in your mind, and woke up to a complicated-looking watch sitting on the nightstand beside your bed. A hastily scrawled note stuck to it.

Put it on. It’ll help.

As soon as you did, the device beeped to life, a holographic screen jumping up, telling you the date and time and a myriad of other pieces of information. And then—

“Hiya, toots! I’m Lyla.”

You were confused as hell by the AI at first, but you quickly realized how useful she was, even more knowledgeable than Miguel, not that she’d ever admit it. And, in all honesty, you were a fan of the gab sessions. When Miguel wasn’t working her overtime, she’d beep her way through your watch for a good chat, perch herself on your pillow in the days you were still a shut-in, and when you started to make your way through the multi-verse, she was quick to point out the must-sees wherever you were.

She ran out quickly when she realized you were visiting the same place, just a different universe.

+

The doors to Miguel’s lab whoosh open at your approach, bare feet padding along the glass floor, and as you pause, getting yourself a cup of coffee from the forever-full carafe he keeps far away from the supercomputer, your watch pings to life, and the AI herself glitters into existence.

“What d’you think you’re doing?”

You ignore her at first, fixing your coffee the way you like it, flicking the stir stick into the trash before bringing the cup to your lips. It’s not until you start toward the computer and the large platform that houses it, that you answer her.

“Nothin’.”

She groans. “That’s a load of shit and we both know it.”

“He’s not here,” you say, shrugging a shoulder as you step onto the platform. The screens hum to life as you drag one hand across the infrared keyboard and when you glance over your shoulder, Lyla’s staring at you over the top of her heart-shaped glasses. “What he won’t know won’t hurt him.”

“And you really think doing exactly what he told you not to do is the best idea?”

You sigh, sipping your coffee as you sink into the chair, rolling yourself close to the computers. Miguel rarely uses the chair, apparently content to just stand and stare all broodingly at the screens. You only watched him — caught him — do this once, but when you caught on to what was happening, you filed the information away. He’d given you hell for snooping around, though you teased that he was just pissed you’d managed to sneak up on him, and according to Lyla, nobody does that.

Fingers hovering over the keyboard, you pause. He did tell you, rather specifically, not to do what you’re about to do. He didn’t tell you why, wouldn’t give an inch when you pressed him, but he was firm.

No good will come of it.

+

Earth 473. Not an identical twin to your home universe, but a very close sibling. The differences were so small, so scarce, that you truly thought you’d stumbled back to 374 accidentally, and you’d nearly jumped back to Nueva York, heart in your throat. But then something caught your eye, and you froze.

Across the way, teetering at the edge of the rooftop, was Spider-Man.

His suit was the opposite of yours, the spider grey and the suit navy. You could feel him staring right back at you, even at the distance, and as you stared back, he lifted his hand. For a moment you thought he might wave, your own fingers twitching to return the gesture, but then it continued up, gripping the back of his mask and yanking it from his bed.

You saw his mouth form the words, heard them like a whisper in the air.

“You’re alive.”

Your frozen heart dropped into your toes.

It was Peter. Your Peter, the one you’d left behind on Earth 374, your best friend, the one who…who…

You didn’t have it in you to finish the thought. It was all the evidence you needed to know that this universe was not yours. You were the only Spider-Person on 374, and your Peter wasn’t…he couldn’t…

You’d stumbled backward, blindly grabbing for your watch, suddenly desperate to be back in the SS tower. But then you paused, your fingers twitching on the dials and digits.

And you almost went exactly where you weren’t supposed to. Like a reflex. Shaking yourself, you punched in 928, everything in you twisting and turning as you stepped through the portal.

Miguel was waiting. He’d been watching you, paying close attention to that particular jump, and had used the link through your watch to see what you saw. The opposite-but-mirror image on the rooftop.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he said, his voice low, that deep timbre that still managed to catch you off guard. “The multi-verse doesn’t work that way.”

“You have no idea what I’m thinking,” you spat back, shrugging off his hand when he tried to grab your arm. “You have no idea what I’m feeling.”

His face had gone feral. Those carmine eyes flaring, staring down his nose at you while you just stared right back, defiant. You went to step past him, and he caught you again, this time his longer fingers wrapping around your forearm, the tell-tale prick of his talons biting through your suit.

“I know a fuck load more than you seem to think,” he snarled, dragging you close to he was in your face. “In case you forgot, I’ve been at this a hell of a lot longer than you have, and what you saw out there, what it means to you, I know exactly where your mind went. And I am telling you: the multi-verse does not work like that.”

“What am I thinking?” you spat back, ignoring the pinpricks of pain that shot through your arm as you got even closer, leaning up on your toes. “If you’re so fucking knowledgeable, tell me.”

He released you, then. The pain in your arm dissipated as quickly as it had come, and his eyes went…soft. Thoughtful.

Sympathetic.

“You’re thinking,” he started, inhaling deeply, rubbing two fingers between his brows as he spoke, “that you could go back there, to 473, and make a life for yourself. The same family, the same friends, the same life. They lost their version of you, so why not fill her shoes? Find some semi-logical explanation, hide your powers, live your life. Am I close?”

You almost stumbled backward, the truth of his words sending you reeling. You bumped into his desk instead, knocking a cup of coffee over, and neither of you said a word as the dark liquid spread across the desktop, dripping off the edge and onto the floor.

Miguel took a half-step toward you, then turned slightly, looking over the curve of his shoulder at you. Something in you longed to press your forehead against his frame, search for some kind of support, but you stayed stuck still.

“I know,” he continued, turning his head, staring straight ahead, “because I did exactly the same thing. And I lost everything.”

+

His words echo through your mind now, the deep tone you’ve gotten very familiar with, and you shake your head, clearing away the cobwebs he’s left in your head. “This is different,” you say aloud, partially to Lyla, partially to yourself. “I’m not going there, I’m just…checking in.”

The AI rolls her eyes at you and snaps her gum. “I said it once and I’ll say it again: load of shit.”

Your fingers fly over the keyboard, typing in the codes to find what you’re looking for. You haven’t been back to 473 since that jump; Miguel had forbade it after your spat, and even went so far as to block your watch from taking you there. You thought he was being unreasonable, and he reiterated that he was actually trying to keep you safe.

No good will come of it.

You hit the final key, and the images start to fade in. You can just barely make out the shape of her — of you — when the screens go black. Your breath catches in your throat as a large hand comes down on your shoulder, gripping tightly, though you don’t feel the pricks of his talons.

“Do you get off on disobeying me?”

The words are almost a purr, the opposite of the tone you’re expecting, and from the corner of your eye, you see Lyla blip from existence. It makes goosebumps rise on your skin, the hair on the back of your neck standing on end as he leans in, hot breath on your ear.

“If I make you cum, will that make you more obedient? Hm?”

“What the fu—” you start, trying to whirl around, but his grip on you is solid, warm palm following the curve of your shoulder until his fingers are wrapping themselves around your throat. It’s a welcome weight, sparks of electricity shooting down your limbs, your thighs rubbing together to relieve the instant pressure. “Mmm.”

His thumb presses down on your racing pulse, and you’re suddenly aware of how warm he is. He’s…too warm. But you have to admit, the way he’s holding you…it’s nice. Really nice.

“Miguel,” you start, trying to turn again, but he fits his face into the bare side of your neck, lips grazing the thin skin. “You’re not supposed to be back yet.”

“Mission went south,” he mumbles against you, his tongue darting past his lips and dragging along your skin. It makes your eyes roll back, but…

Where is this coming from?

He should be furious with you. He caught you red-handed, no questions about it. You weren’t expecting him to find you in the first place, but now that he has, you’re expecting a screaming match, toddler-level foot-stomping and possibly being thrown over his ridiculously large shoulder and being tossed into your room like a rag doll. Locked up like Rapunzel until you start listening to his brand of reasoning. You’re expecting a blowout.

You’re not expecting this.

He huffs in your ear as his lips graze the sensitive skin beneath it, his words spoken into the shell, tongue catching on your earring. “You smell delicious, cariño.”

The pet name makes you shiver. “Mig,” you say again, your hand covering his as his other arm wraps around your middle, pulling you back against his chest. “What are you doing?”

His heart is racing, so hard that you can feel the heavy thump of it against your spine. It’s too fast, even for him, you know that much. His fingers curl against your stomach, talons poking out and shredding your shirt to strips. You gasp as the fabric falls away.

“Miguel.” You make your voice as stern as possible. It’s not that you don’t want him to touch you like this, it just seems so sudden, so out of character, and you—

He wrenches himself away from you, the heady warmth of him suddenly gone, and you whirl, hand flying up to grip your neck as the sound of him crashing into the wall reaches your ears. His fingers are leaving indents in the metal, talons scratching deep, and you gulp as you realize you’re lucky he didn’t just accidentally slit your throat.

Whatever’s happening, he’s not himself.

“Mig,” you call, wiping your bloody hand on your sweats, crossing the distance he’s put between you. “Would you just talk t—”

“NO!” he roars, throwing a hand out in front of himself. You can see his large frame shake as he sinks down against the wall, long tears in the metal forming in his wake. “Keep your distance.”

Your brow lifts. “Says the man who was literally crawling up my ass three seconds ago.” You ignore him, taking another step, ignoring the way his words ring through your head. Do you get off on disobeying me?

Yeah…maybe you do. Just a little bit.

You crouch down low, getting on his level. “Mig, tell me what happened.”

“Don’t call me that,” he spits, staring you down for a moment before forcing his head to the side, an action that looks like it takes a lot of effort. “Just…go to your room, leave me be.”

“You telling me not to call you that just makes me wanna call you that more.” You shift onto your knees, inching a little closer. “I can’t leave you be, not when you just put a bunch of holes in the wall,” you lift your hand to your throat, where the scratches he left are already almost gone, “and almost in me. Tell me what happened.”

He tilts his head back against the wall, still turned away from you, one crimson eye looking your way. “Mierda, you’re stubborn.”

You roll your eyes. “Like you didn’t know that already. Talk.”

“Earth 1365-7,” he starts, eyes fluttering shut. His eyelashes are unfair, you think to yourself, the way they fan out across his even more unfair cheekbones. “I ended up in their version of OSCORP, some testing centre. Different serums and gases and…they were trying to weaponize a kind of paralytic that’s found in certain spider venom.”

His tongue pokes out after he says the word venom, tracing the tips of his fangs, and you swallow hard.

Bite me, bite me, bite me.

You shake your head, silencing the thought.

“And you stopped them?” you prompt, when he doesn’t go further, instead inhaling deeply and scrubbing a hand down his face.

“I did,” he tells you, but there’s no trace of triumph in his voice or on his face. “But I stumbled into one of the other labs, and as soon as I did…” He trails off, body shifting against the floor, and it’s impossible to miss the ripple in his skin-tight suit, the way he props one knee up, blocking your view of his crotch. “It was some sort of plant that they’d been researching. The pollen, it raises a person’s heart rate, skyrockets it, and muddles their senses. If left untreated, it can kill them.”

You stare at him hard. “What’s the treatment, Miguel?”

“The side effects,” he continues, ignoring your question. “Heightened blood pressure, extremely sensitive skin, lowered inhibitions, and…”

“Mig, would you just tell me?”

“Arousal,” he finishes, and you freeze. “Intense arousal. I didn’t mean to jump on you like that, I just…The only way to treat it is to…”

He doesn’t say it out loud, but the implication is clear, along with the intense reminder of how he was pressed against you.

You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth, shrugging a shoulder, trying like hell to look non-committal, like your skin isn’t still tingling in all the places he touched you. “Lowered inhibitions, like you said.”

He doesn’t say anything so much as hum in response, his head lolling to the side again. His eyes are fire when they open again, landing on you and pinning you in place. It makes your breath hitch again, palms lowering to rest on your thighs.

“You need to get out of here, cariño,” he murmurs, his voice low, husky, fingers tapping against his bent knee. “I need to deal with this.”

You’ve inched a bit closer to him, you realize, your traitorous body giving you away.

“How are you gonna deal with it?” you ask, barely above a whisper. Every inch of you is tingling now, not just the places he touched, and the way he tilts his head back again and groans is not helping matters. “Maybe I should…help.”

His eyes flash to you, pools of red, pupils blown big as dinner plates. “You want to…help.”

“You said this could kill you,” you continue, leaning forward until your palms hit the floor. “Someone should…keep an eye on you, y’know. Make sure you…y’know, don’t.”

“How articulate of you.”

“Fuck off.”

He chuckles, the sound deep and rumbly, but you don’t miss the way his shoulders shake even after the laughter has stopped. His breathing is shaky too, you can hear it from where you’re crouched. Worry threads through the lust that’s seemingly replaced your blood, and you slide even closer to him, until there’s maybe two feet between you.

“I don’t want you to die.” The words hang heavy in the air and the truth of them twists your guts. Stubborn ass he may be, but he’s done nothing but protect you since he found you back on Earth 374. You…care. You care a lot.

“Lyla can keep an eye on me,” he spits, but you just get closer.

“So she can wipe her hard drive and clean her eyes with soap afterward?” you joke. “I can’t leave you like this, Mig. Can AIs even use soap?”

“Don’t call me that,” he says again.

“Let me help you,” you say, the words coming easier, firmer. “You know that I can.”

You close the distance completely, your knees bumping the side of his thigh and your hand covering his on the floor. The fabric of his suit recedes, revealing his hands, and your fingers brush over his knuckles. “I don’t need your pity.”

“It’s not pity,” you tell him, leaning back on your heels, lifting your other hand to pull his bent knee straight. “You need help, and I’m offering it.”

He groans again.

“I’ve owed you, this whole time,” you continue, resting your hand on his shin as his leg rests on the floor. It takes everything in you not to let your eyes wander up to the space between his hips, but you manage. “You saved my life; let me save yours.”

The spider made you strong, made you fast, but Miguel…He’s so large, so imposing, and the moment his hands land on your body, you know he’s been holding back from you.

He maneuvers you into his lap, your knees resting against his hips. In an instant you can feel him, the hard prod of his cock against your cunt, separated only by the thin fabric of your pants and the rippling material of his suit. Miguel groans as he fits his face into your neck, talons pressing into your hips as the suit melts away, every inch of his golden skin suddenly on display. It’s overwhelming and your blood heats, unable to bite back the moan that slips free when he pulls your hips against his, the pressure between you exactly what you need it to be.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” he grits out, his hips lifting off the floor as he chases your body, as you chase each other. “This is just…”

“I’m helping,” you breathe out, your hands curling around his shoulders as you settle into his lap. Well, not so much as settle as twitch, the fabric of your shirt riding up as his hands move up your sides, curling around your ribs. “This is only about keeping you alive.”

“Alive,” he repeats, and you bite your lip, feeling his fingers curl into your shirt. “You have no fucking idea how…”

“God, shut up,” you groan, gripping his face in your hands, claiming his mouth for your own. The sound of tearing fabric reaches your ears as your lips meet his and he growls at you, shredding your shirt and tossing the fabric away, leaving you bare from the waist up. His hands drop to your ass then, tugging at your pants and you bite his bottom lip. “You could just ask nicely, you know.”

He just grunts in response, effectively splitting the elastic band and pulling the rest of your clothes away. You’re completely naked now, perched in his lap, and your skin heats in every spot you’re pressed to him. Which is basically everywhere. “I’ll get you new ones,” he grits, and you roll your eyes, biting at his lip again. 

There’s little ceremony to it. Miguel drags you along him a few times, the feel of him prodding between your legs lighting a fire in you. You can feel how big he is, but you busy yourself with his mouth, your knees pressing against his hips. One of his hands skims down your back, curving around your hip and sliding two fingers through your folds. It makes you keen, a moan ripping from your throat when he presses those fingers into you.

“Wet,” he grunts against your mouth, his breath stuttering as you clench around his digits. You rock your hips into his hand, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging until his head tips back.

“Take what you need,” you say, and for once, he listens to you.

The feeling of his fingers pulling out leaves you aching, but you’re not left waiting for long. He presses against the small of your back, tilting your hips, and then he’s inside you, sheathing himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. The sheer fullness that sweeps through you is almost too overwhelming, and your breath whooshes out of you as your chest slams into his. You can feel the way his heart is racing, the rapid thump beneath his sternum nearly vibrating against your own.

This doesn’t mean anything, you remind yourself, circling your hips as he plants his feet, bends his knees. He holds you up slightly, giving just enough space between you for him to thrust up into you, hitting a spot that makes you see stars. This is just…helping. I’m just being helpful.

You’re just…quickly reaching the most intense orgasm you’ve had in a hot second.

He keeps hammering into that same spot, the lab filling with the sound of his skin on yours, your panting breaths, and Miguel’s grunts. It’s fucking euphoric, your head falling back between your shoulders. “Mig, I—”

“Not yet,” he growls, and suddenly you’re being lifted, the heavy weight of him still pressed inside you. Your grip on each other is firm, and Miguel moves quickly, sweeping you out of the lab and through the door that leads to his room. You barely get a breath in before your back hits his mattress and he’s towering over you, his big hands curled around your thighs, kneeling so he can prop your ass up. The angle lets him drive deeper and you throw your arms over your head, curling your fingers in his bedsheets, trying to find some leverage.

One of his hands moves over you, palm grazing your stomach before moving down. He thumbs at your clit, dragging another moan out of you, his brow going hard. You have a better look at his face now, his expression pinched, eyes trained on where he’s pounding into you. His skin is damp with sweat, a sheen on his forehead, his mouth hanging open. You swear you can see his pulse jumping in his throat.

“Want you to cum, princesa,” he nearly begs, and the hitch in his voice makes goosebumps rise all over your body. “So. Fucking. Tight.” He punctuates each word with a deep thrust and everything in you goes impossibly tighter.

“This is about you,” you pant out, clawing at his sheets. “I don’t need—”

But you do. You really fucking do, but something about admitting that to him right here and now feels…wrong. It twists your gut in a not-so-fun way.

“I don’t care, I need you to cum,” he growls, releasing his grip on your thigh to grab at your chin, forcing your eyes on his. “Now.”

Suddenly, your body is not your own. It responds instantly to his command, a string threading your muscles drawing tight as a bow before snapping entirely. Your back arches against the mattress, so hard it just brings you closer to him and Miguel drops his head, dragging his nose up the middle of your chest. It courses through your entire body, your hips lifting entirely off the bed to chase him, to keep him buried within you.

He groans as you cum, the sound the only thing you’re aware of besides the pleasure setting your body on fire. There’s a ringing in your ears, your muscles going lax as you start to come down, but he doesn’t stop. One of your hands floats to his hair, tangling the sweat-damp strands around your knuckles and you can feel his growl shake your ribs.

“More,” he grits, raking his hands down your sides, gripping your hips again. You inhale sharply as his head turns, skirting across your chest to take your nipple between his lips. The pace is relentless, your body growing tight again with his movements. He’s playing you like a fucking fiddle, and you’re the first to admit you’re loving every second of it.

You manage to open your eyes, the pleasure receding just enough for you to regain some of your faculties.

He’s staring right back.

It makes you flinch, jolting in his grasp as his lips draw back, revealing one pointed fang. You shiver as he drags the tip of it around your nipple.

“Again.”

And again, your body obeys. This time it sneaks up on you more than barrels through you, making you throw your head back against the mattress. “Fuck, Miguel.” Your nails dig against his scalp, tugging at his hair, revelling in the noise it pulls out of him. You want to record it, put it on repeat, set it as your fucking ringtone. How the fuck is he doing this? This was supposed to be about him.

Not that you’re not enjoying yourself. Quite the opposite.

He’s still staring at you, peering up at you from where he’s bent against your chest. There’s something in those ridiculous eyes, something you have no name for, and you force your eyes away, moving them down his body, to where you can see him still driving into your cunt, the length of him slick with you. The sight alone makes you clench, and when you do, he curses under his breath.

“Where…?” he grits, the hoarseness in his voice drawing your eyes back up to his face.

He looks like he’s in pain. Your heart twists in your chest at the sight, reaching up to swipe your hand across his sweaty forehead. “Does it hurt?”

“I need…” He trails off, leaning into your touch, turning his head and nipping at your wrist, at your pulse. “Where can I…?”

“Wherever you want,” you pant, gasping as he drives as deep as inhumanly possible, moving you further up the bed. “Whatever you need to—”

You’re cut off by the roar that echoes through the room. He buries his face in your neck as it happens, most of his weight dropping onto you, hips pinning yours to the bed, chest pressed to yours. He pulls out at the last second, cock sliding through the hinge of your thigh, cum spurting hot against your stomach. He doesn’t seem to care about the mess he’s making of you both, his entire body covering yours as he shudders his way through it.

It feels like it lasts forever. His limbs go taut and then loose, his breath quickening and then slowing against the shell of your ear. You don’t know what else to do except hold him through it, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, one hand finding his hair once more. It’s like his release is chasing the pollen from his system, his superhuman body returning to his brand of normal. He babbles through some of it, grunts and moans and something that sounds almost like your name murmured in your ear.

You just hold him.

Eventually, he seems to come back to himself. You’re loathe to admit you’re revelling in the feel of him against you, the way his hands are tangled in your hair against his pillows. The weight of him is…it’s nice. It’s really fucking nice.

It’s too nice.

You wait a few minutes, wait for him to find his bearings, to peel himself away from you, but it never comes. He’s a solid weight on top of you, and while you’ve been listening to his erratic breathing, waiting for it to even out, you realize that it’s gone…slow. He’s asleep.

“Mig,” you murmur, barely above a whisper, tugging softly at his hair. Nothing. Not so much as a twitch. He’s dead to the world, his slow breaths turning to quiet snores in your ear. Carefully, inch by inch, you slide your way out from under him. You freeze when he rolls onto his side, his breath hitching for a moment, but it evens out again and you slip off the edge of his bed.

Your clothes are toast, the shreds of fabric scattered on the floor of the lab, so you slip into his closet, finding a t-shirt that’s way too big for you. You definitely don’t inhale the scent that clings to it as you slip it over your head.

Your steps are quiet as you pad back into his bedroom, leaned up on your toes as you peer at him. Still asleep, hasn’t so much as moved from the spot you left him. You draw closer, your fingers curled around the hem of his t-shirt.

He doesn’t move an inch as you reach for his wrist, easily slipping the watch off his wrist and replacing it with your own. The too-big band of his adjusts to your size as you close the latch around your wrist, turn on your heel, and scurry from the room, through the lab, shooting a web up at the ceiling and launching yourself up to the next floor, the level your room is on.

You don’t make a sound as you pack your bag, reluctantly shrugging out of Miguel’s t-shirt to put your suit on, stuffing it into your bag with handfuls of clothes, whatever random shit your muddled mind has decided you need to take with you.

It felt too nice.

You know what would happen, you’ve decided, if you stay. You’d drift off, there in his bed, enveloped by his broad frame, half-drunk off the scent of him. You’d get the best sleep of your life, and when you woke the next morning, he’d be there, staring down his nose at you, the desperate man that had pulled pleasure from your body like it was his damn day job replaced with the grumpy fuck that plucked your last nerve like a guitar string.

The problem was that you knew exactly what he’d say to you:

This doesn’t mean anything.

The problem is that you’ve grown to care too much for him, grumpy, desperate, and all things in between.

Lyla makes an appearance as you sling your bag over your shoulder, keying in the universe you want to jump to, Miguel’s watch not locked out the same way yours is. “You really think that’s a good idea?”

You lift a brow as she cocks her digital hip at you. “You want me to answer that? So you can tell me I’m full of shit?”

“Ideally, yes.”

“Can AIs make promises?”

She crosses her arms over her chest. “Technically speaking.”

“Don’t tell him where I am,” you ask, pleading. “Please?”

“He’ll find out anyway,” she tells you, shaking her head, heart-shaped glasses slipping down her nose. Her eyes are big as she stares at you over the rims. “He’s smarter than you give him credit for. I know he’s a grumpy asshole ninety-nine percent of the time, but he—”

“Lyla, please.”

She sighs, sliding the glasses back up. “He won’t hear it from me.”

“Thank you.”

The portal crackles to life, that familiar tug in your stomach as you step toward it. Lyla fades from view as you take another step, and you ignore the echo of Miguel’s voice calling your name, and step through completely.

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Idk if you’re taking requests, but if you are could you do one where dads friend Nat accidentally gets R pregnant?

(Un)pleasant surprise

Paring: Innocent!reader × dads!friend!Nat

Summery: You looked lonely Natasha could fix that

Warnings: SMUT (minor), Angst, hurt comfort?, a bit of fluff at the end, open ending, age gap (legal), g!p Nat, unprotected sex, mean Nat,

Word count: 1.3k

!Disclaimer English is not my first language so please excuse any grammar or spelling errors. This story is completely fictional!

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“Ngh~ Fuck~ Natty” you managed to moan out as Natashas hips kept slamming against your buttocks filling the room with the sound of your wet skin slapping against each other. I could make out some distinct groans from Natasha she was holding her release back as best as she could. “Fuck no matter how many times I fill your slutty hole up your still tight” she groaned I could only nod my head hidden away in the soft pillowcase in front of me. Her grip on my hips was hard I’m sure it left bruises one hand kept me in place as the other one sneaked around to my core finding my neglected clit without a problem. Her fingers rubbed tight circles on my slippery clit as she kept on pounding me from the back making me arch my back with a desperate cry.

“You’re such a slut letting me play with your stupid cunny” she groaned her past fastened as she hit that special spot inside of me no body else could reach. “Natty I’m gonna cum” you managed to whine out. “Fuck baby cum~ Ngh~ cum with me” She moaned out her thigh muscles tightening as she released with me. Hot cum shooting inside of my womb. Natasha was never a big fan of condoms she said it would destroy the feeling of my walls. At the beginning she still pulled out but it didn’t take a week her to get me on birth control. She had mentioned multiple times that having a child just isn’t in her live plans. Even though it hurt you greatly this was only a summer fling for the older woman. “You did so good my bunny” she whisper in my ear smoothing over the reddened skin of my buttocks.

~

It’s been 3 weeks since that night most of the following looked similar. Natasha sneaking into my room and fucking me into the mattress but somehow after the high was over it left me more empty then to begin with. Knowing that I wasn’t more than a fling to the redhead hurt more than it should’ve. After she finished inside of you and cleaned you up you wished she’d stay the whole night and not just a few moments. You woke up to empty bed the spot behind you were Natasha had laid last night was cold. Her body warmth long forgotten. You did your normal morning routine with a dad feeling in the deep pits of your stomach. Your period was now a week overdue nothing unusual you thought. It happened before countless times but back then you didn’t have someone breed you very night.

The way to the drugstore felt painfully long. You didn’t tell Natasha about your suspicion being too afraid of her reaction. To be honest you didn’t tell anyone how could you ever explain this mess of a situationship to a friend let alone your father? As you bought the pregnancy test the cashier gave you a look of pity at your young age. You felt extremely ashamed just by the thought having to tell your father that his friend, a trusted one, had had an affair with his dear innocent daughter. Let alone telling him that the both of you had been to careless to use proper protection.

Coming back to an empty home you waited patiently until the test was through. Your foot tipped impatiently on the hard tiles of the bathroom floor. Your back pressed against the wall while trying to distract yourself on your phone mindlessly scrolling through instagram. The timer went off after those painful minutes your hands shaking as you reached out for it. As you saw the results you weren’t sure if you should cry or laugh. You were in fact pregnant. You felt helpless, like a child, not knowing how to handle a situation like that.

~

“Wanna go cycling” Natasha offered walking into your bedroom just coming back from her jogging round. “Didn’t you just run 15 miles” Your ask closing my book and turning onto your back. You try to hide my fear. “Well… yes but that won’t stop me from spending time with my favorite girl“ she spoke falling onto the soft cushion of the bed right next to you. You only hummed looking in the opposite direction as You tried to not break out in tears. Telling her would destroy our fling. You knew that I couldn’t be the mother to her child even though you dearly wished you could. Her large hand grabbed yours. intertwining our fingers before kissing it lightly. Her kisses travelled up your exposed arm right up to your shoulder. “What’s going on in your pretty little head” she whispered in your ear making shivers run down your spine.

“Nothin’ I’m just thinking about how we only have a week left.” I know how she was looking at you but I didn’t meet her gaze. “I know and it hurts me just as much as it hurts you bunny” she sighed “however you will meet another woman, one your age, one who will all the things with you I’m too old for, one with whom you won’t get judged” Even though her words were true they hurt to hear. “I’ll go shower now” You nodded hearing how Natasha disappeared into the bathroom. It took about 10 minutes until you noticed that the pregnancy test was still on the bathroom counter however it was too late Natasha had found it first.

The bathroom door opened Natasha stepped into the room her jar clenched her gaze upset. “What’s the matter Natty” you asked in your sweetest voice “Don’t you dare Natty me right now! What the fuck is this” she held up the pregnancy test in her hands. I stayed silent biting even though a thousand words to explain it all flew through my head none seemed fitting. “Say something god damn it!”you had never seen the older woman so upset. “Natasha, I’m pregnant” your answer didn’t seem to smooth her anger “And when did you think it would’ve been a good time to tell me?!”

She paced around the room “I really wanted to tell you but I didn’t know how”you answered in a quiet voice “I can’t be a parent of this child” Natasha voice wasn’t warm and comforting as it was ten minutes ago; no it was cold and uncaring.

You’re eyes shot up to her utterly shocked by her words “W- What” “I can’t be a part of this childs life. I couldn’t look your father in the eyes ever again” she swallowed her trying to keep her cold facade up as she walked over to my door. “Natasha you are a damned coward. It’s just as much my child as it is yours! Can’t you see that?!” Your breath hitched “I thought you’d be a better woman. Just think about the child having to grow up with a single mother” Her jaw clenched as the grip on my doorknob tightened. “I won’t leave you. I can’t leave you” She turned back to you pulling you into a tight hug. “I’ll be there when you want to tell your father, when you go to the doctor for the first time, when you have terrible pregnancy cravings, when you give birth, when you don’t want to keep it I’ll be by your side, I would even run away with you without a doubt.” She whispered in your ear as you silently cried into her shoulder; hoping that this one time she’d keep her promise.

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Hey! I was wondering if the requests are still open? I’m so obsessed with BMD💗✨ I was wonder how Ben would react to his gf having cramps during her moon cycle✨

Tysm for sharing these awesome stories with us hun🫂💗✨Hope you’re healthy and happy💃🏻❤️

Hey there!

I'm so glad you love BMD. 🥰 I’m slowly but surely working through my inbox of requests! And because I’m currently on my “moon cycle” as I’m writing this [last week. I was suffering for four days], I just had to do this prompt. So thank you for it, lovely!

And you're so very welcome. It's my pleasure. I hope you're healthy and happy as well!! ❤️❤️

AN: This one is set in the Break Me Down-verse, but can be read as a stand-alone. Considering where we're going next in "Strong as Blood," I thought it'd be good to release this first lol.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x F. Reader

Word Count: 2,700 Tags/Warnings: Period talk, of course. Hurt/comfort, fluff, grumpy Ben.

Imagine: How Ben reacts to his girlfriend having cramps during her period.

You really were going to die this time.

The thought was both a conviction and a deranged mantra as you stood hunched over the bathroom sink. Nausea and pain warred for dominance as you pressed a clammy hand over your forehead.

Jesus Christ, end me please. I beg of you.

Meanwhile, your boyfriend was in the bedroom getting ready for work. Both you and Ben worked at Supe Affairs now, with Butcher and the rest of the team.

You were one of the top agents in the Surveillance department, while Ben was considered a “contractor,” catching rogue supes and dealing with the remnants of Vought.

He was just about to undress from his shirt and sweatpants and start getting his supe suit on, when he heard the toilet flush in the bathroom…for the third time now. He realized then just how long you’d been in there.

He went over and knocked on the closed door.

“Hey, you planning on going to work today?” he said, with a teasing note to his voice. “Or making breakfast, for that matter?”

“Not now, Ben,” you replied, barely stifling a groan.

A frown tugged at his lips. “What’s wrong?”

“Debating if I’m gonna start my day by throwing up last night’s pot roast,” you replied sourly.

Ben’s brows crunched when he heard the strain in your voice. But at the same time, he couldn’t help smiling.

“What, are you pregnant?” he asked.

He heard your dry huff from the other side of the bathroom door.

“Most definitely not,” you said. “But at this point, I’d much rather be knocked up.”

Ben didn’t like the sound of that. He twisted the doorknob and let himself in, just to see his girlfriend locked up with pain. He read the misery written across your face. You were still in your pajamas (one of his old shirts that hung almost to your knees).

“Tell me what’s wrong,” he repeated gruffly. He rested a heavy hand on your back, between your shoulders. You let out a breath.

“Move that hand lower?” you requested. “My period came early this month. Hit me out of nowhere with a vengeance.”

His brows crunched a bit, but he obliged you, moving to your lower back. His hand was warm, as usual, and the weight of it was a small relief as he rubbed back and forth into your aching muscles.

You let out a deep breath and briefly closed your eyes. Finally, the nausea was starting to pass. And if you dawdled any longer, you were going to be late for work.

“Okay,” you breathed. “I need to get ready.”

You tried to straighten up, even though what felt like your entire lower body protested.

“You can barely move,” Ben said. “How’re you gonna work like that?”

“The way all women have managed to do for centuries,” you tartly pointed out. “With a buttload of painkillers and a heating pad under my desk…speaking of, where is that thing?”

You moved past him to look for said object. You knew you put it somewhere…

Ah! You found it in the top drawer of your nightstand. You plugged it in just to make sure it was working, but to your frowning suspicion, it didn’t turn on.

“Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me,” you said. You pressed the “on” button several times, but it didn’t light up. You touched the fluffy heating pad on both sides, but it was still cold. “Damn it. Don’t tell me this thing’s broken!”

You were about ready to tear the thing apart with your bare hands, when a sudden cramp spasmed in your lower belly. You inhaled sharply and held a hand there with a wince. Your back bent forward on reflex, and you grabbed onto the nightstand to steady yourself.

“All right,” Ben said. He took the defunct heating pad out of your hand and guided you to sit down on the edge of the bed. He went over to his side to grab his cell phone where it sat on his nightstand.

When you twisted to see what he was up to, you raised a suspicious brow. “What are you doing?”

“You’re not going to work,” he said. His tone was matter of fact, and your brows rose even higher.

“What? Ben—”

He ignored you when whoever he was calling finally answered the phone.

“Yes?” came Grace Mallory’s steady, but slightly incredulous voice. Ben never called her, nor did he want to. But he didn’t have your manager’s number and didn’t feel like scrolling through your phone to find it.

“She’s not coming in today,” Ben said, without preamble.

"Ben," you tried. Again, he ignored you.

In his ear, Grace spoke your name, both a question and a clarification.

“Yeah, she’s sick. Get someone else to fill in,” he said.

Grace sighed. “…All right, but just so you know—”  

Ben hung up the phone before she could finish. He then tossed it onto the bed. You shot him a wry, questioning look.

“What did she say?” you asked.

“It’s fine. You’ve got the day off,” he said. “Just relax.”

You sighed. Going above your manager to call Grace wasn’t the protocol for taking PTO in the slightest, but you couldn’t help but smile.

You beckoned him over with a hand. "Come 'ere."

A smirk tugging at his lips, Ben came back around to your side of the bed. You pulled him down by his shirt until he sat next to you, and you wrapped your arms around his neck in a hug. Maybe it was a small thing, but sometimes your boyfriend surprised you with the ways he showed that he cared.

“Thanks, baby,” you said softly. You carded your fingers through his hair, rested them at the back of his neck.

“Mhmm,” Ben nodded, rubbing your back again. “I gotta get going.”

“If you must,” you sighed. You pulled away enough to see his face, and something occurred to you. “Oh, can you get me some more feminine pads on the way home? And some Midol, and a new heating pad?”

Ben raised a brow at you. This was where he drew the line. He wasn’t about to be caught dead browsing through pads and tampons in some pharmacy aisle. God for-fucking-bid, some kid would be there with a camera phone. He’d learned about the internet, and it was worse than the tabloids used to be.

But you read the pullback in his face. You implored him with your eyes, and your gentle fingers in his hair.

“Please?” you asked. “I’d do it for you.”

Ben’s frown deepened.

“I’m not the one with the…” He gestured at you vaguely. “Monthly problem.”

You grinned a little. The way he reluctantly phrased it amused you. Despite his deplorable sense of humor, and often vulgar language, not to mention his blatant love of pussy, you supposed his fragile male disposition wouldn’t allow him to say the words.

Period.

Menstrual cycle.

Bleeding from the vagina.

“Exactly,” you countered, and you leaned up to once again snuggle your face into his neck. “Please, baby. You don’t know how much it hurts right now. You really want me to go to the store like this?”

Ben held you back with a terse sigh. You were somehow ready to go to work a minute ago, yet you couldn’t drive around the corner to the drug store?

“Fine,” he groused. His voice was nearly a growl, but you still smiled behind his back. You laid small, sweet kisses into his neck. When you leaned back, you pressed a lingering kiss to his lips.

“Thank you,” you said between kisses. Ben just shook his head when you were done bribing him with affection.

“Yeah,” he dully replied. The things I fucking do for you, said his tone.

He finally withdrew from you to continue getting dressed, leaving you to crawl back under the covers and try to find a comfortable angle to lay down. You used all the pillows on the bed, even dragging his toward you. That one you rested your head on, as it still smelled like him.

Ben watched you settle in out of the corner of his eye, like a cat curling up in her bed. A smile tugged at his lips when you sighed in relief and turned on the TV.

He didn’t see so much pain in your features anymore. You seemed in a better mood, relaxed as you held his pillow like an anchor.

So that’s how he left you. However, it wasn’t until he got to the Supe Affairs building that he saw your text pop up on his phone:

Here’s a picture of the pads I like. If you don’t see them, call me and I’ll help you. And don’t forget the heating pad! 😘

He rolled his eyes in annoyance.

By the time he got home that evening with takeout and a plastic bag (filled with the things you'd asked for), he spotted an empty cup of yogurt in the kitchen.

It meant you’d gotten out of bed at some point, at least. He set down the takeout bags on the kitchen counter and made his way up the stairs.

He found you in the same place he left you: in bed, in your pajamas. And you were crying while watching a movie.

Ben frowned. He stood in the doorway in his supe suit with the pharmacy bag.

“What’s the matter?” he asked. You looked up and finally noticed him.

“Oh, hey.” You paused the movie. “I’m okay. It’s just…Marley & Me.”

“What?”

“It’s this true story about a dog…just, don’t ask. It’s ridiculously sad,” you sniffed and wiped your eyes.

He raised a brow at you.

“Sure it’s not just your uh…situation, making you all weepy?” he asked.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “You did not just say that.”

Was he really calling you hormonal right now?  

His lips pursed, but he held up the bag.

“Before you start blowing your top, I got your female shit.” He ventured into the bedroom and laid the bag in your lap.

Giving him some annoyed side-eye, you peered into the bag. You nodded in approval at the correct brand and size of the pads you wanted, and a new pack of Midol. You then had to smile, as he even got you a couple of Twix bars. Your favorite chocolate covered candy.

“Admit it, I did good,” Ben said with a smirk. Your side-eye was begrudgingly amused this time.

“Color me surprised,” you replied, but you still treated him with a genuine smile. “Thanks, baby. This is perfect…”

Though you realized something was missing. Ben’s smirk started to fade as he caught on.

“Wait.” You sorted through the bag. “Where’s the heating pad?”

Fuck, Ben thought. He forgot.

His expression slackened, making you sigh in disappointment.

“Okay, it’s fine,” you said, ripping open the box of Midol. This would have to be enough to relieve your pain (but it never was). Even now, your cramps were starting back up again.

Ben nodded in response. You were no longer looking at him though.

He let out a sigh. Didn’t he get credit for fucking trying here?

Without another word, he started unzipping his supe suit and disappeared into the bathroom for a shower.

By the time he returned, you were nearly in full fetal position. The Midol had only put a dent in your pain. The First Wives Club movie from the '90s was playing on the TV, but not even that could make you laugh, let alone relax right now.

You were truly miserable, and Ben saw it as he got dressed in a clean pair of sweatpants and a shirt.

“Hey, you hungry?” he asked. He wasn’t sure about the last time you’d eaten anything.

You paused the movie and moved your head enough to meet his eyes.

“Not really,” you admitted. “You go ahead and eat.”

Oh, he was starving. After the day he’d had, rounding up another telekinetic that tried to trash Midtown to evade capture, Ben could go for about five burgers. But there was a part of him that…didn’t feel right, leaving you like this.

Still, he needed to eat. He went downstairs and grabbed his meatball sub out of the takeout bag. He also took your sandwich along too, just in case the sight of food managed to make you hungry. He brought it all upstairs and sat next to you in bed. Though he was also kind of behind you, the way you were curled up.

You'd felt when his body dipped on his side of the bed. His presence both soothed and annoyed you. The former, because you did love your man. The latter, because he forgot the most important thing you'd reminded him not to forget.

You reached back blindly, eventually finding his hand that wasn't occupied with holding his sandwich. You placed that hand on your lower back.

"Massage, please," you grunted into your pillow. (Well, his pillow, but semantics.)

He sighed through his nose and a mouthful of meatball.

"I'm eating," he replied.

"What, you can't multitask?" you quipped.

Ben's gaze hardened with annoyance at the back of your head.

Still, he found himself reaching over and rubbing across your lower back. He applied gentle, but firm pressure with the heel of his hand. You sighed in appreciation.

“Thanks,” you murmured. Ben nodded and continued to polish off his sub while watching the movie. He usually wasn’t into chick flicks, but Bette Midler was hilarious, and Goldie Hawn was hot as fuck.

“I got you turkey and provolone,” he said. You nodded.

“Thanks. I’m still not hungry though.”

“Are you nauseous?”

“No…just in pain.”

Ben frowned…until he got an idea. He crumpled up his trash and tossed it onto the nightstand for now, along with brushing off the crumbs from his chest. He grabbed a couple of your pillows and propped them up behind him, against the headboard.

You shot him an annoyed look. “Hey!”

“You’re like a little dragon with her hoard a’ gold,” he remarked, smirking. Before you could start getting all huffy, he reached for your arm. “Come ‘ere.”

“What?”

“For once, just do what I'm telling you," he said. His lips twitched at your narrowing eyes. "I’ve got an idea."

With a loud sigh, you reluctantly (and slowly) uncurled and turned towards him. Ben laid back against the headboard, and he guided you to lay on top of him. You often complained that his skin was too hot at night for summer. Sometimes you woke up sweating.

It was a result of the power that emanated from his chest. Ben couldn’t exactly control the heat; at least, not when he was sleeping. But he was sure you were going to appreciate it more when winter came.

Not to mention, right now.

He positioned you just right, with your knee curling around his hip and your head resting against his chest. His large hand once again soothed against your lower back, underneath your shirt, and his fingers massaged into your skin.

You smiled as you realized what he was doing. You felt the warmth emanating from his body as it seeped into yours. Along with his calming touch, it slowly managed to relieve your pain.

After a few minutes, you let out a deep sigh and pressed a soft kiss to his chest, before you went back to resting on him fully. You couldn’t see it, but Ben smiled.

“Better?” he asked.

You closed your eyes with a soft smile. “Yeah. My new heating pad’s working wonders.”

Ben huffed a bit at that.

Just then, your stomach growled fiercely. Your eyes popped open.

You met your boyfriend's wry look, biting your lip. He smirked and reached down into the bag that still laid beside the bed. He retrieved your foil-wrapped sandwich and handed to you. You took it and happily began breaking through the foil.

Ben looked down at you, both fond and resigned. You clearly had no intention of getting off him. Which meant you were about to try and use him like some kind of makeshift man table.

You eventually took a bite of your sandwich, your eyes lighting up as you hummed in appreciation. You glanced up at his raised brow with a happy little smile.

“So good!” you said, still with your mouth full.

Ben restrained the urge to roll his eyes. Instead, he thumbed at a bit of crumb on the corner of your mouth.

“Just don’t get mustard on my shirt,” he said.

AN: Lol I hope you liked this! I had fun with it, even though I don't have a body heater for my cramps. 😭

(It's fine. I bought a new heating pad online. ❤️‍🔥)

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Are you requests open yet, right?

Can you make something with Fenrys, like, him and reader are mates, and they are trying to get a child for so long, and one day they discover that they are expecting.

(I really liked your writing, and very few people write about him, so I wanted to thank you for this 💕)

Had a blast writing this truly. Thank you for requesting and the kind words, I hope you'll enjoy it. 🤍✨

Little pup

At first, you didn't talk about it. You both were still young and for the most part, had wanted to explore the world together. Just you two. Try new things. See new places. Travel. Indulge in each other's company. And the mating frenzy hit you so hard that you didn't leave your house for over a month. And by then you were convinced that everyone passing by could smell the sex lingering all around.

And yet even in that month, it wasn't about getting pregnant. Fenrys was learning how to please you and you were doing the same. It was the desire to explore that drove you. To bring each other immense pleasure. Till the last breaking point. Till the moment all you could see was stars. Till furniture was breaking. But the thought of conceiving never crossed your mind.

But it's the first time your period is late and you're feeling so weird that Aelin had to drag you to the healer's level. It's the joyful smile on the woman's face when she says, "Oh you might as well be pregnant", that breaks this bubble of cold water over your head. "How exciting would that be? Babies are so rare and to have one ahh...", the healer beams as she ushers you to lay down. You reach for Aelin's hand almost instantly. The nerve suddenly so uneasy in your chest.

And then the healer's face drops and so does your heart. Sadness washes over you and it's like you had lost something you didn't even think you wanted five minutes ago. "You started your circle, darling", she says lowering your skirt down and you just want to crawl into yourself. "Ah, yes", you quickly move to get down the table. Glad your back is to the two women as you quickly wipe your tears. Suddenly feeling so frustrated. You feel Fenrys tugging on the bond yet that only makes your heart ache more so you push him out of your head quickly. Drowsing the bond in complete darkness.

Fenrys comes home way earlier than he should have been there. And you know it's because he would always drop anything for you. High stake leaders waiting for the meeting? Fuck them! His mate needs him so he's leaving and gods save the souls who try to stand in his way.

He knows by the silence that something had happened. Something that upset you. Ticked you over. Then Fenrys smells the blood. Gears turning before he realizes that your cycle had finally shown up but why the sense of sorrow then? This feeling of pain makes him rub his chest as he too tries to soothe the aching.

"My, love", Fenrys shrugs his cloak off carelessly, stepping closer to the bed. You're completely submerged by the furs all over your body. He makes a quick work of pushing them to the side until your wet cheeks come into sight and Fenry's heart drop even more. "Love", he breathes out in worry. But that only makes your tears well up more. A choked-out sob leaves your lips before you move to push away from your mate. That jabs Fenry's heart too.

"Love, if you don't tell me what's going on...", and then this shien of anger washes over you. Painting your cheeks in even more crimson shades. "Talk to you? Talk about what, huh?", you leap at him, fist coming in contact with Fenrys's strong chest.

But then you draw your hands back, looking at them with so much disgust. Fenrys steps in quickly taking your smaller palms into his. Your mind was too chaotic for him to read now. So he had to trust you to let him in on your own time. "What is going on...", you mutter, "You're overwhelmed and your body is full of hormones", even Fenrys frown at his own words but that's the truth in a way. The question still stands though. What caused all of this? "I thought I was...", you breathe through the sobs, "Thought we had...", and then it's full-on sobs, till your legs give out and Fenrys quickly wraps you up in his arms, rocking you from time to time.

There's no way to tell how long you've been crying by the time you're only sniffling. Eyes puffy and red, holding onto Fenrys for dear life. And he had run out of comforting words by then, opting for silence and love that he poured through the bond. You push away from him slightly. Knowing full well that you owe him an explanation. Because he too would have been a part of this if you had been pregnant. Your eyes well up with tears once more as you glance at him and Fenrys is ready to cradle you once more but you stop him. "I saw a healer this morning. She thought that I might...", you swallow the lump in your throat, shoulders sagging, "might be... pregnant". Fenrys's heart jumps up his throat. Suddenly he's almost hyper-aware of his surroundings. Threats. Smells. Sounds. But then nothing. And then just like before it all falls into place.

This. All of this was because you weren't. Because there wasn't a babe growing in your womb. No little Fenrys, or Y/N. And it's almost like another slap to his face because he only now realizes that you never really talked about it. Becoming parents. Growing your family. Being together and having one another was comforting enough. But seeing you like this. "I'm sorry...", you whisper and Fenrys draws his gaze back to you. "What for love? There's nothing to be sorry for", he brushes your loose hair away from your face.

"For not being pregnant", Fenrys frown at your words. And frowns so deep that his eyebrows nearly come together. "Now you take that back", his hands cup your face, "You take that back and never dare to apologize for something like this".

And you know that it comes from his heart because he loves you. Because no matter what you do he will always be there. "What if I can't?", you ask him, biting your lip, "Then we won't have any and that will be more than enough because we would have one another", he's quick to reassure you. And once more from the way his eyes are gleaming you know that he means it. "Come here", he mutters m, bringing you back into his arms, and wrapping it up in the comfort of his warmth. Drowning out the world around you.

All of this leads to a long conversation about children. One that you share late at night, both tangled between the sheets. Let the stars and the moon be the only witnesses of your wishes and dreams. And you both know that's so rare. And something that many couples don't even get close to. Fenrys knows how he and his brother Connall had come pretty late into their parent's lives. But then what a blessing it was to have two babies. Yet the time span was what scared him the most. Not because he was desperate. Don't get him wrong he wanted to see you pregnant. Know that it's his baby growing within you. But he could tell how fragile this topic made you. How you would shiver any time someone brought up the conversation of babies. How you would halt at the sight of younglings running around in the streets. How you forced a smile once Ellide got pregnant and you had brushed away your sad tears saying that it was only happy crying.

And it's only a handful of years later. Many disappointing visits to the healers later that you jolt up in the morning rushing to the bathroom. Fenrys is out of bed just as fast, darting after you and reaching to hold your hair out of your face as you emptied your stomach into the toilet. His hands rub comforting circles over your back. Your skin looks clammy and pale and it makes Fenrys sick to his stomach as well.

Because what if all the sorrows had finally eaten you from within in? What if he had missed something? Overlooked you not eating well, not sleeping enough. Your head drops to the side, and Fenrys quickly turns you over, reaching for the tap before flickering water over your face. If an illness claimed your life... if he would be left alone...it's a selfish thought but one that has been his number one fear ever since he saw you for the very first time.

"I'm fine", you groggily say and Fenrys only huffs, "Fine my ass, you're barely conscious". Those are harsher words than he wishes that thrown your way but he's so worried. So worried his own eyes are blurry. Then he moves up quickly, you tightly pressed to his chest. "Fen, I just need to lay down", but he doesn't listen as he throws the door open. Not caring that he's shirtless, or that you are only wearing one of his shirts. He rushes down the hallway, yet he's still mindful of not shaking you too much.

The healers haven't even finished their morning preparations when he storms in, eyes wild. The healer who had been tending to you for years now jumps up instantly. "I don't know what's happening", Fenrys admits as he lowers you onto the bed. The lady presses her palm onto your forehead before cradling your cheek. "Y/N, what's hurting?", she asks softly but you only shake your head. Her mouth falls into a tight frown and she orders a couple of other healers around, turning to Fenrys so he would tell her what happened.

"When was the last time you ate, girl?", she asks strictly, fingers running over your stomach. "Breakfast", you breathe out, "yesterday". Fenrys growls in frustration. He had returned home late last night, you had already been asleep and so he never even thought about the fact that he didn't ask anyone on his way up if you had been down to eat dinner. The healer shakes her head, "Silly, silly girl. Mirth, bring the lady some light breakfast and a tart", she says even though you turn to protest. "You're with child and this is all stunt you pulled here is because you didn't eat", every sound in the room dies down. Your eyes grow big and for a moment you're sure you just mistaken her words. Surely not... but it's the way Fenrys is looking at the healer with the same surprised eyes that makes you realize that he heard it too.

"Congratulations you two. A strong heartbeat", she carefully presses her palm to your shoulder. Knowing full well that once the information fully settled in Fenrys's brain anyone that would get near the slight swell in your lower stomach would be marked an enemy. The wolf closes the distance between you two. He doesn't yet trust his words so he just leans in pressing his forehead to yours. And now that it's been brought up you do smell slightly different. And the heartbeat. How did he miss the heartbeat? What kind of father will he be if he missed his child growing inside you?

"The best kind", you mutter, "the best kind of father", your hand cups his cheek, and the white wolf instantly nuzzles closer to you. He kisses the side of your head, brushing the tears from your cheeks. "Our baby", he mumbles, pressing his palm to your stomach, "Our little pup", you put your hand over his. And then Fenrys breaks into fits of giggles as he brings you closer into his arms. You too can't help the smile even if the dizziness still lingers. And you suddenly feel complete as if this was all that was missing. Now the picture would be complete. "A father, my beautiful mate will make me a father", he beams, brushing his lips against yours in a messy kiss, but the door swings open as the younger healer walks in with a trey. The laughter stops and Fenrys is snarling at the door, teeth out. Your hands push against his chest softly, "Darling, she means no harm", you reassure him yet his eyes don't leave the poor girl now shaking by the door. "Thought you seen him protective, girl? Welcome to the next stage", the older healer chuckles as she hands you the sweet bun.

[louisferrignojr]

i cant watch the tsunami eps 😭 ive only watched it once and then skipped one or both eps on the 2nd rewatch. it was so stressful!!!! i knew christopher was gonna be ok - the joys of watching the whole show years after the air dates - but it was still so fucking stressful!

however in revisiting the source material (3x01):

i literally *just* realised bobby was lying through his teeth telling buck that "chief alonso" and "the department" are concerned about "liability issues" - not that he was wrong to be worried because buck was cleared and recertified and then he coughed up blood and passed out and what he said that the doctors don't know what's causing the clots + buck being on blood thinners = yeah, you shouldn't be putting yourself in risky situations. which. is the whole job.

and i also just realised buck quit because bobby said he would only ever be cleared for light duty. i honestly thought buck was wrong to quit instead of waiting until his health issues got sorted. even if it had already been 5 months since has was on medical leave. see aforementioned coughing up blood and passing out. but bobby wanting to bench him FOREVER? because of *his* own personal issues? real "i made a mistake so im putting my kid under lock and key so they dont make the mistake" energy of overprotective parents.

and you know what you could do if you believe your subordinate and/or "son" is putting too much focus on his job and not enough on outside-of-work life? send him to ✨ counselling ✨ (hey, he has the authority to issue department mandated therapy like he did for eddie in s5, no?) go learn all about work life balance, buck. so. big L for bobby, tbh. maybe he should go to some self-mandated counselling too, huh?

AND THEN. BUCK SURVIVES A WHOLE ASS TSUNAMI. SAVES HIMSELF + KEEPS CHRISTOPHER SAFE (before the second wave hits iirc?) + SAVES A BUNCH OF OTHER PEOPLE. and bobby sees all that and still doesn't budge? like. he's clearly alright.

speaking of people too lost in their own issues to sympathise with buck who's going through a fucking rough period: *side eyes eddie* (even though dragging buck out of bed and sending him off with christopher is one of the most genius moves. need me a freak like that when im in the depression pit 😔) (but then saying "[christopher] never feels sorry for himself" eddie im gonna bonk you on the head with a newspaper)

i don't understand how i missed a lot of these little details. i feel like i definitely sympathise with buck a lot more now. he was basically told that his options are desk duty or nothing? instead of "desk duty until you are cleared by the doctors" which is obviously necessary for new symptoms. and the fact that someone he trusts so much was responsible for the fact that he lost his job. that would have hurt.

[babydollmarauders]

MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (PART TWENTY-ONE)

notes: yes, this is very late. i am actually not sorry because i cried while rewatching this game to take screenshots.

previous: twenty

next: twenty-two

y/ndevils00

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y/ndevils00 WELCOME TO HELL: ROUND TWO!!

tonight we lost against the tropical storms, 5-1.

u-haula gets a special spot in my heart tonight because he LAUGHED going to the penalty box in first period! L A U G H E D ! love that finnish fish sm!

our only goal tonight came from my lovely little sea bass, and i can assure you guys that he got the best head pats and a big hug!

we also have best friend number 1. no reason. he’s just there.

and finally, i hope jordan staal is going into witness protection tonight because i am coming for him when he least expects it. my poor baby, jackson, got highsticked by staal tonight, left with a split lip and bloody…. actually, ya know what? jordan staal, you get to keep your eyebrows for a little while…

umm, anyways, let’s raise hell on friday! i gotta go do something now.

tagged nicohischier, tomastatar90, ehaula, naterbastian, dawson1417, and jackhughes

jackhughes babe wtf?

y/ndevils00 yes?

jackhughes you want me bloody?

y/ndevils00 i don’t WANT you bloody…. i just won’t complain if you are

jackhughes i’m gonna return you

y/ndevils00 sorry, ineligible for return or resale!

trevorzegras you think i haven’t tried to get rid of her FOR you? i’ve been trying to annoy her away!

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras oh is that what you’ve been doing? i thought that was just your personality

john.marino97 haulzy got a HUG after his penalty. A HUG! the rest of us get sprayed with water or hit with a newspaper, and erik gets a hug

y/ndevils00 would you like some fries with all that salt?

y/ndevils00 haulaback girl got a hug because stupid weather fans were booing him and because he made me laugh. what have you done lately?

john.marino97 well, for one, i blocked a shot tonight. i also brought you back lunch today because your BOYFRIEND forgot

jackhughes nuh uh. no. leave me out of this.

user62 okay but bloody lipped jack 🤭

dawson1417 you were a lot more subtle this time

y/ndevils00 you gave me $86, that’s the magic number.

dawson1417 i gave you $80… y/n/n…

y/ndevils00 don’t open your wallet

naterbastian you give great hugs!

john.marino97 delete this!

dawson1417 you can’t hype her up! she’ll get cocky!

y/ndevils00 awww thank you bass!!

naterbastian @/john.marino97 @/dawson1417 she doesn’t seem cocky to me?

dawson1417 you didn’t just get her messages to our groupchat…

john.marino97 she has some very colorful word choices… and she’s very good at gloating

nicohischier i look good

y/ndevils00 you look alright

nicohischier why can’t you just let me have this?

y/ndevils00 because if i don’t humble you, then who will?

nicohischier why do i need to be humbled at all?

y/ndevils00 because i cannot, in good conscience, let you get a big head. you couldn’t pull it off.

nicohischier i can pull off anything

y/ndevils00 oh look, your head just grew 3 sizes like the grinch’s heart

user97 y/n is being horny on main again and i love it. she’s just like us

ehaula thank you for the hug, y/n! i appreciate it, even if i didn’t need it!

y/ndevils00 oh i know, ✨i✨ needed it. we were playing horribly and i could foresee that we were gonna lose

trevorzegras @/y/ndevils00 alright That’s So Raven, pack it up

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras you look like you’d lose in a fight with a chihuahua

trevorzegras @/y/ndevils00 TAKE THAT BACK!

lhughes_06 we’ll bounce back on friday! 💪

y/ndevils00 hell yeah we will, smush! lindy better put you in or there’ll be a monster in his closet!

lhughes_06 … is it you? are you the monster?

y/ndevils00 i’m the monster 😔

_quinnhughes please win on friday because i don’t know if i can handle another night of y/n getting drunk in 3rd period and shouting at ruff to “put lukey in if you’re not a pussy”

y/ndevils00 i would never!

_quinnhughes i have it on video

y/ndevils00 i would maybe!

trevorzegras okay, but did she hide behind YOU when he turned around? no. so i don’t wanna hear YOU complaining

user02 i’ve always been curious: how does y/n get these photos? like they’re from all different angles. does she just run around the arena and take photo from every angle?

user39 idk about regular season games, but i met her at tonight’s game and i can confirm: she made trevor carry her on his back and take her to different parts of the arena. they both seemed very drunk by third period

tomastatar90 you didn’t tell me you were taking this, i didn’t get to smile for the pic 😒

y/ndevils00 i’m so sorry tuna, that i didn’t yell to you on the ice in the middle of the national anthem to tell you i was taking a picture

tomastatar90 you should be

y/ndevils00 next time, i’ll be sure to tell you! ungrateful child, got a spot on tonight’s post and wants to complain 🫠

colecaufield oh yikes! @/jackhughes that looks like it hurts dude

jackhughes finally, someone acknowledges the pain that I’M in! it does hurt bro!

trevorzegras trust me, y/n took great liberty in kissing it better for him. it was actually very awkward to witness

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras would you like some toast with that jelly?

trevorzegras @/y/ndevils00 what? are we in 2016 again?

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras i’d hope not, i’ve seen pictures and your hair cut then was horrendous

trevorzegras @/y/ndevils00 MY HAIR ALWAYS LOOKS GOOD

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras sure, jan

[shiny-jr]

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH I literally cannot put into words how much I loved the latest Damnation au chapter- I was literally seconds away from putting my phone down to get back to work but as soon as I saw a glimpse of the fic, I just couldn't help but put everything on hold

I was really impressed with how you included Epel into the story in a way that just about correlated to Epel in canon (like how he was actively opposed to hit position in the castle). Like taking into consideration of the time period and the possible reasons why Epel would be relevant there in the first place despite not being in the original tale- SO WELL DONE!! Not to mention Vil going out of his way to find potential successors really emphasizes his hatred for Neige (poor guy😭) Also the way you write about Rook??? I knew he'd be creepy but gyat damn your writing only increased the feeling of it ten-fold. Especially in that scene after he climbed through the window and interrupted MC and Vil- Literally foaming at the mouth i was like 'holy crap this is it, we're gonna get exposed' cause aint no way Rook WOULDN'T know. Everything about him was unnerving yet so charming?? I really don't know how you do it but the way you just write them is just so accurate👏

As a Vil simp, every scene with him in it had be giggling and kicking my feet✨ I was pleasantly surprised with his advances towards the MC though- like hubba hubba... I ain't complaining though! The tension in those scenes were just *chefs kiss* Every moment with him just oozed authority and power, like I'd be on the edge of my metaphorical seat just waiting for the moment he calls out the MC

Like holy crap you really know how to set your scenes- like legit every time I Rook or Vil were in a scene, it genuinely felt tense. Also props to MC for looking out for #1 (themselves) even at the expense of ruining someone else

Anyway excuse my rambling lmao i'm definitely gonna be re-reading it again ^^

Sounds like another happy reader. And yes, Epel's part was difficult. Mainly because, well, Epel is based off the poisoned apple, so how is he supposed to play that role? In my mind, the poisoned apple is a tool used by the Evil Queen. So, what is similar to a tool? A person to manipulate, which is how I came up with the idea of heir. Combined with the fact that Vil obviously takes a shine to Epel, as he spends time meticulously perfecting his habits and mannerisms in-game. Which fit the scenario I was to use, of a King claiming an heir and drilling instructions and behaviors in their mind to manipulate.

Rook and Vil were easy to place into roles, due to who they're based off of. But it was difficult coming up with scenes for them, since the Huntsman and Evil Queen don't have a lot in the movies. Especially the Huntsman.

For Rook, I actually considered writing a scene were MC followed him as he scoped out the meadow or the moment when Rook was to escort Neige to the meadow, but ultimately I decided against that as it would overcomplicate the plot and give more time to Neige instead of Rook. I needed a way to properly portray Rook's watchfulness and the unease it spawns, which I figured should fit the setting. A carefully worded conversation knit of lies and unsaid threats and fears is much more effective when the reader is picturing hollowed stone halls of a palace instead of a colorful meadow. At least, that was my thought process there, which is why most interactions with Rook are in settings such as those.

And finally, Vil, who I decided to write a few more interesting scenes for purely because I know a good amount of my followers love that pretty man. There were multiple concepts and scrapped ideas I've already forgotten by now, different things that never made it to my keyboard, like a tense dinner scene and back-and-forth bickering. But some of those just didn't fit the feeling I wanted, or was out of character for either the MC or others.

Anyways, now I'm rambling. Sorry. I hope the second read was just as enjoyable as the first!

[givehimthemedicine]

NINA and the magic of VHS ✨📼

I think I just figured out a big part of how NINA works. here's how Brenner is "altering" past events.

something just hit me about this footage that's been staring me in the face this whole time.

before I come to my Big Point, let me establish a few things:

the camera codes don't match

s4 keeps giving us camera POV footage that's labeled per camera. we see codes like CAM 071, CAM 039 and CAM 114.

what's weird about that? nothing, except... here are what the tape labels in the NINA library look like:

alphanumeric codes like CAM B2, CAM A5, CAM TR2. not a single one with just the three-digit numerical codes.

k, put a pin in that.

the NINA library is so spotty

Brenner tells El, "Everything that took place in my lab was captured on video tape. Every success and every failure."

but the dates we saw in that closeup are so sparse. it takes only a dozen tapes to span a month of footage leading up to the massacre (a time period you'd think they'd save every second of):

CAM B6 08-10-79 CAM B5 08-12-79 CAM A2 08-20-79 CAM B5 08-25-79 CAM TR1 09-2-79 CAM RR2 09-4-79 CAM C6 09-6-79 CAM RR1 09-6-79 CAM C4 09-7-79 CAM B5 09-7-79 CAM TR2 09-8-79

no idea what a lot of these camera codes denote, but it's not too hard to guess RR means Rainbow Room.

I can tell you off the top of my head that there are four cameras in the Rainbow Room. and one in each corner of the training rooms, at least one apiece in test rooms, bedrooms, hallways. at least one apiece in observation chambers of test rooms - otherwise the One banishment footage wouldn't exist (is that a bit odd now that I think of it?).

and that's not including the tripod cameras with which are recorded close up footage like plinko and the cat.

so, why so few dates and camera angles?

@lilly-flowerr once kindly calculated an estimate about how many VHS tapes would be produced from 100+ cameras' worth of continuous footage for the duration of the HNL program and the result was in the ballpark of several million.

tbf, Brenner never claimed this was all the footage. so I figured, likely, this library actually just houses a pared-down selection of footage relevant to the massacre.

but the problem with that idea is... consider how when we see El get NINA'd with RR footage: she's being shown four views of the room at once. that's already impossible, based on the selection we see available in the library. there aren't even four RR camera views represented on that shelf, let alone all from the same day.

pin that too.

live feeds vs playback

I thought hey, if those camera POVs had dates and everything on them, why isn't that stuff on El's NINA videos? are they hiding that data to facilitate screwing with her?!??

which, yeah. but here's the One banishment footage that Brenner watches alone. no dates on that either:

so I went to look for other times we've seen lab playback to see if there are ever dates.

Hopper checking out the pipe in season 1; Owens reviewing Will's checkup:

that's actually a plot point on the Hopper one because he decided the lab was lying to him about which night that footage was of - if the tapes showed dates onscreen, that wouldn't have been an issue.

so then I thought, ok, if that data doesn't appear on playback, it must only display on monitors showing live feeds, and that stuff doesn't actually get recorded onto it. right?

well here are some live lab feeds: El and the cat; detained Nancy and Jonathan; scientists watching Will's checkup; Owens directing Bob to safety from demodogs. no dates anywhere.

so... if there's no data on live feeds or on playback.... where ARE those dates on the NINA cameras being displayed? there's no internal viewer on those security cameras, like looking through a camcorder viewfinder, so it's not like it's merely "the camera's view" unseen by any actual entity.

so like... who's seeing that? how are we seeing that?

pin that too. I promise we're getting close.

OSD (on screen display)

quick bit of context for those who didn't grow up with VHS.

in VHS days, your video camera (if you had it configured to do so) would put the date onto your home movies. it wasn't a separate layer you could turn on/off after the fact, like DVD subtitles. if that feature was turned on while you were filming, that date was forever fused onto the footage itself. any time you ever played that tape back, you would see that date. there's no way to get rid of it.

osd however - PLAY PAUSE FFW and all that - those labels aren't fused onto the actual footage. they appear momentarily only as you navigate the tape with your VCR. DVD players do the same thing, you're probably familiar.

you can watch the osd labels appear/disappear as Joyce investigates Will's Halloween tape, while the date stays put.

they give us the live camera view of Bob (which has just the date) vs Joyce playing it back on her VCR later (which has the date and also osd). why the timestamps are different is a whoooooole other post.

so now that we're all on the same page about how dates vs. osd works on VCRs,

I'll bring you to the only time I DID find dates on lab playback:

4x6 when Brenner pops this tape in his VCR.

"who's even seeing those ?" Brenner. yeah, that's not my stunning realization. but look what we see up in the top left corner: osd. PLAY.

so here finally is my point: if PLAY appears on the screen as a result of Brenner hitting play on his VCR....

let me direct your attention to the upper left corner of that other footage:

those camera POV shots all say 🔴REC.

those aren't recordings.

they ARE recordING.

Brenner is taping these past events, live, during NINA.

"how do you explain Little El showing up in some of the camera povs? brainwash her all you want, but she would show up big on a tape being recorded in 1986."

indeed! which is why I'm not going so far as to claim Brenner is recording The Actual Past. what I do believe is that he's recording El's memories of the past, in which she is Little El.

"and how are you gonna say Brenner is able to record El's memories right out of her head with a VCR? yes this is fiction, but VHS technology isn't. c'mon."

it's not actually that far fetched! El canonically has a very similar ability - it's been swept under the rug in comparison to the glamor of telekinesis, not used since season 1, but it's well established:

she not only can hear people remotely, but also relay what only she is hearing via radio/intercom to where others can then hear it.

Brenner was filming this test on a tripod camera, which wouldn't have been affected by the cut in power that happened when El started relaying. so he walked away from this moment with a recording of something only El was able to hear.

which is exactly how NINA works. add video technology, and there ya go. if it didn't already exist in 1983, this scene was Brenner discovering the concept.

onward:

Brenner's tapes aren't the tapes El is being shown.

watch this in 4x7: he inserts this tape, hits play, and then we cut to El in NINA, watching all the monitors flash to life with footage of herself in the infirmary for her bullying concussion.

the implication from the editing is that this particular VHS yields that particular footage for El to watch, but that's a false assumption they want us to make.

first, playing one VHS doesn't result in several screens with different footage rolling all at once. one VHS only holds one camera feed. all NINA's monitors can't be fed by one VCR.

second, "Infirmary" would most likely be abbreviated "I" or "IR". the tape he played said CAM TR2, which could stand for either Training Room or Test Room. El experiences 9/8/79 "memories" of both, so I'm not sure which this would be. regardless, it's not Infirmary.

third, as we've covered before, all the lab footage El is shown inside NINA is devoid of dates and cam codes. that's not characteristic of the tape we saw Brenner play in his VCR.

fourth, as we also covered before, not all the camera angles El's seeing are even represented on that shelf of massacre-month tapes.

so Brenner may indeed have captured everything in his lab on video tape, but the VHS library we and El are shown while he says that? pretty sure that's NOT what these tapes are.

it's implied that he's popping tapes into his VCR at the same time El's off in her memories. but if it's not for the purpose of showing them to her.... what is he doing with his?

"but nat, his finger hit play, not record."

well they're not gonna SHOW us him hitting record or we'd guess!

he's hitting play to get the tape queued up to the right spot to record on, which you gotta do with a VHS or else you could overwrite something important that's already on there.

if Brenner is recording whatever El is seeing, wouldn't that help explain:

the varying appearance of El as both big and little within the camera povs. at this moment, El is big because she's aware she's her current self (she's fully conversing with Brenner). this is definitely not really past footage, because it's not like Little El stood up on a chair and yelled into a camera in 1979. after this point though, she accepts what's going on and submits to the "memories" in which she is little, so she's seeing herself as little, so from then on she appears as Little El on the fresh tapes.

the different camera labeling within NINA and its library of tapes - they need to differentiate between old/real/fake/new camera views.

the sparsity of the VHS library - maybe only key moments need to be overwritten

this camera-yelling moment actually is a potential match for one of the tapes on the shelf. it's Sept 4, 1979, and it's in the Rainbow Room. CAM 071 09/04/79 could be the overwriting of CAM RR2 09-4-79. on the other hand, if that were true I'd expect to also see 09-4-79 training room and hallway footage to match those other povs we saw, and I don't, so idk.

the light circle game is the only NINA footage we ever get to see both live camera POV and playback of (although it's not actually the same moment, the dates and cams are different). the numeric camera code on both of these is part of my support for the numeric camera codes representing new footage.

regarding the date and cam code being different on those two bits of nearly identical footage…. what if I... plugged this into Multiplayer NINA theory real quick and said that maybe CAM 126 is fake-old footage that's been more recently rerecorded in someone else's NINA? that maybe that's what's on all of Brenner's tapes before he records El's new stuff onto them?

so here's my current thinking of how NINA works:

decide how you wish El remembered an event and compile cherrypicked real footage and/or staged footage supporting your version of events.

manipulate and gaslight El so that she doubts the veracity of her own memories.

drug her and throw her in a sensory deprivation tank where your selected footage clockwork-oranges her into "fully re-experiencing" your version of events.

presto! the most powerful person in the world now believes your version of events is true because she genuinely remembers it.

by means of El's electronic relay abilities (induced with a buttload of drugs), these false memories that only El is seeing, inside her mind, are displayed for all to see on monitor in NINA's control room.

pop a plain old tape into a plain old VCR and hit record, capturing whatever's on the monitor.

presto! now you have irrefutable original video footage of a past event that never happened.

now you can show that proof to someone else - the government, the media.... or perhaps more importantly another NINA subject, as an ingredient in your tampering with their memories.

so. I can't prove the ol' MindFucker4000 is also a time machine, not in this post, but I do still feel like there's time stuff involved as well. because I can't think of a way right now to claim that recording someone's manipulated memory of the past actually changes that past, meddles with timelines, etc.

can you? I don't have all the nuts and bolts ironed out, but I welcome your thoughts while mine gel!

[thehighpriestexx420]

To find out, pick a number/shape that you're most drawn to and that pops out to you the most. Don't overthink it, just take a look and choose what comes first to your mind!

This reading entails 1 card each for your energy in this connection, your challenge, the person you have in mind's energy in the connection, their challenge, and the unifying force (what brings you together/the energy that's shared between you/your energies combined).

This is a general/collective reading so just take what resonates and leave the rest. Tarot serves as guidance - it's up to you what you do with the information.

Pile 1 :

Your energy :

Judgement clarified by 7 of Pentacles -

It's time to make a decision & let go of any fears holding you back from crossing the threshold into the unknown. This time has come due to you questioning whether your investment in your connection has given sufficient rewards, or will give sufficient rewards.

Your Challenge :

6 of Pentacles clarified by Ace of Pentacles -

Your challenge is to make an offer of prosperous new beginnings to your person.

Your Person's Energy :

Temperance clarified by 6 of Swords -

Your person is healing & recovering from a difficult time.

Their Challenge :

The World clarified by Temperance -

While they've been gaining Temperance (healing, renewal, balance), they still have yet to reach the point to where they feel whole & complete. This is due to something blocking them - probably a gained belief from the difficult time they've gone through.

Unifying Force :

7 of Pentacles clarified by Daughter of Wands -

You both have a passionate vision for your connection & have been investing into it & contemplating it because of that.

The Romance Angels Oracle offers more insight into your situation so I decided to use it along with clarifiers. I hit the 10 page limit so I'll put the pics of these cards in a reblog.

Your Energy :

You Deserve Love - You are loveable! clarified by Ace of Wands -

One of the things holding you back from pursuing this connection is your insecurities & that you have a hard time believing people like you. Follow your passion! Just use good judgement & dont act in excess.

Their Energy :

True Love - This Is The Romance Of A Lifetime! clarified by The Devil, 2 of Wands, 5 of Pentacles -

They do really want to be with you but they also really struggle with negative thoughts. They're just now getting out of a period where they've lost something important. This could be an illness (I'm sensing general mental health issues), financial trouble, or a relationship.

Unifying Force -

Wedding - This situation involves a marriage clarified by The Hanged Man & 10 of Pentacles -

This is a time of inaction between you. There's either nothing you can do or you're perceiving it that way and are waiting for something to happen. Use this time to gain insight & perhaps look at things a different way. You're both waiting for some type of union between you - whether that's a relationship or marriage. This union will bring fulfillment & abundance.

It seems that your person has a habit of overthinking things & having anxieties. So this includes your connection. They may feel that they're not good enough for you or that they don't have enough to support you. You're picking up on their energy which is causing you to overthink as well. Have a candid & caring conversation about how you feel & lay everything out on the table. They just need time to heal.

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Pile 2 :

Your Energy :

Judgement clarified by Mother of Pentacles -

You're making a decision about a domestic issue or a patient & loving person who feels like family or lives with you. They may be needy & attached.

Your Challenge :

The Hanged Man clarified by Daughter of Wands -

Your challenge is to have patience for your passionate vision.

Their Energy :

Page of Swords clarified by 2 of Wands -

They're needlessly defensive about pursuing you.

Their Challenge :

2 of Chalices clarified by 10 of Swords & The Moon -

Their challenge is making a healthy & equal connection with you because they're living in illusions that are causing them uncertainty, fear, and sadness. Theyre really down about this situation to say the least.

Unifying Force :

5 of Wands clarified by 10 of Pentacles -

There is somewhat of a chaotic energy between you. Your thoughts are scattered & you don't know what to think about or how to obtain the fulfillment & abundance you want with each other.

The Romance Angels Oracle offers more insight into your situation so I decided to use it along with clarifiers. I hit the 10 page limit so I'll put the pics of these cards in a reblog.

Your Energy :

Attraction - You attract romanic love by enjoying the moment fully clarified by 2 of Pentacles & 4 of Cups -

It seems you're not noticing the opportunity before you. You're not recognizing how this situation can change because you're detached from the present. Try to ground yourself. Whatever challenges you've gone through in this connection has caused you to try to numb yourself.

Their Energy :

Give Your Relationship A Chance - Work on your relationship clarified by 7 of Swords, 3 of Pentacles, & 4 of Wands -

They're either hiding that they want to work on your relationship or they've lied about something that has caused you to have to put work in. It can require hard work & a team effort but having a healthy relationship will be a cause for celebration.

Unifying Force :

Forgiving And Learning - As you yand heal the past, you experience more love in the present clarified by 8 of Wands, The Moon, 10 of Swords, Mother of Swords, Father of Cups, & Justice -

You've gone through something difficult together. Your person's deeply rooted insecurities is a factor in why they've made the mistake they've made & because of this, they're fearful & uncertain about the future of your relationship. You've been particularly critical & you may have a reason to be. Because of their mistake, you have a decision to make - it's likely about whether or not you should leave this connection.

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Pile 3 :

Your Energy :

3 of Pentacles clarified by Strength, Father of Swords, & The Magician -

You see this 3rd party situation as an immense task to overcome. You're being asked to have strength, confidence, and determination, to be fair, analytical, and objective, to empower yourself by consciously manifesting your desired outcome and by taking action.

Your Challenge :

4 of Pentacles clarified by The Star & Ace of Wands -

You're holding on too tightly to your desire to have a relationship. You're being asked to have faith & believe in your passionate vision. Letting go of control doesn't mean you'll lose someone or something. It just means you know you're stable with or without it and you're open to whatever is meant for you.

Their Energy :

The Hanged Man clarified by 3 of Cups, 3 of Swords, The Sun, & Ace of Pentacles -

They've sacrificed their desire to be with you to be in their current relationship. This breaks their heart because they see clearly that they want a prosperous beginning with you. They share the same passionate vision as you.

Their Challenge :

The Devil clarified by 8 of Swords, 7 of Swords, Wheel of Fortune, Daughter of Wands, 5 of Cups, & Father of Pentacles -

They're being held back from your connection because they feel trapped & powerless about feeling that they have to hide that they want to end their relationship in order to be with you. They need to release themselves from the illusion that they can't be in control of their own life.

Unifying Force :

Judgement clarified by 5 of Wands -

It's time to make a decision and rise above fear and overthinking in order to make it.

The Romance Angels Oracle offers more insight into your situation so I decided to use it along with clarifiers. I hit the 10 page limit so I'll put the pics of these cards in a reblog.

Your Energy :

Flirt - Extend your lighthearted energy to others - clarified by Strength -

You've gotten the Strength card twice so there's an emphasis here that you need to find the courage, compassion, and ability to manage your emotions within yourself. Don't take "flirt" literally - this wouldn't be a healthy foundation for the relationship you want to have as they're already in a closed relationship. But do relax, be outgoing, and enjoy their company. This opens you up to more positivity. You're also being invited to initiate the heart to heart conversation they want to have with you.

Their Energy :

Heart To Heart Conversations - Honestly discuss your feelings with eachother clarified by 7 of Pentacles, The World, & Daughter of Wands -

They're contemplating everything about this situation and what's stopping them from feeling whole and content. They have a passionate vision for your connection - they just feel stuck.

Unifying Force :

Healing Family Issues - Your love life benefits as you forgive your parents clarified by Father of Wands, 10 of Wands, & Ace of Cups -

They may have picked something up from a father figure that makes them struggle with having healthy relationships or a father figure is negatively influencing this connection - perhaps by not approving of you and approving of their current relationship. You both have a desire to be close with each other but you're avoidant. Their father didn't show them love.

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Pile 4 :

Your Energy :

7 of Pentacles clarified by Death, Ace of Wands, Mother of Wands, & 3 of Swords -

You've recently gone through the ending of something domestic that's brought you heartbreak. You're contemplating on investing in your new idea - likely the renewal of a relationship.

Your Challenge -

3 of Swords clarified by The Hierophant, Temperance, & 8 of Pentacles -

Your challenge is to learn how to overcome your pain and heal. Seek therapy, research coping skills, self-help, etc.

Their Energy :

5 of Swords clarified by 6 of Wands, 7 of Pentacles, 2 of Swords, & 8 of Swords -

They've walked away from arguing with you

Their Challenge :

The Lovers clarified by 3 of Cups, 8 of Wands, The Devil, 4 of Swords, & Father of Cups -

They have to decide between you and someone else. This has caused them to feel stuck and struggle with the mental pressures. They need to be more diplomatic in this connection.

Unifying Force :

2 of Wands clarified by 9 of Pentacles -

You both want a healthy and happy home with eachother. Although there's an air of uncertainty, ultimately at the end of the day you both know you want this.

The Romance Angels Oracle offers more insight into your situation so I decided to use it along with clarifiers. I hit the 10 page limit so I'll put the pics of these cards in a reblog.

Your Energy :

Pay Attention To The Red Flags - The signs are cautioning you clarified by 9 of Cups, 7 of Swords, Daughter of Wands, 10 of Swords, The Lovers, & Father of Cups-

They promised bliss and harmony but in reality they were faced with a decision between you and someone else. You're the Father of Cups and since you appeared in his Challenge, you're also the goose in The Lovers card that they truly want to choose. I would still heed this card's warning by keeping your eyes open and not being quick to sweep things under the rug.

Their Energy :

Love Yourself First - Your self respect makes you more romantically attractive clarified by Son of Wands, Ace of Cups, Daughter of Swords, & 6 of Swords -

They may seem charming on the surface but this facade of perfection is covering deeply rooted insecurities. They used this charm to rizz you up but you ended up seeing through them which caused you to become spiteful & judgemental. They need to learn how to love themselves.

Unifying Force :

This Could Be The One - You've already met the romantic partner you seek clarified by 5 of Swords, Son of Swords, 4 of Wands, & Father of Swords -

If you lay down your weapons & steadily work on your relationship this could be the one for you. Try being more fair, analytical, & responsible + less brash & forceful.

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Pile 5 :

Your Energy :

The World clarified by 8 of Cups, Strength, Father of Wands, & 9 of Swords -

You're able to keep your composure during conflict but your person isn't. Although this connection is fulfilling and very important to you, it's been going through a difficult time of toxicity, conflict, and/or stagnation.

Your Challenge :

Queen of Wands clarified by The Empress + Son of Cups (+ indicates the cards came out together) -

You're struggling to connect with your intuition regarding this connection and expressing your love & passion.

Their Energy :

The Devil clarified by 10 of Cups & Daughter of Cups -

They're being held back from their goals being accomplished with you because they're a sensitive person that struggles to deal with conflict, overthinking, and misinterpreting situations negatively.

Their Challenge :

2 of Wands clarified by 8 of Wands, The High Priestess, & 10 of Wands -

They're struggling with choosing where they want to go. There's something blocking them from connecting with their own insight.

Unifying Force :

Ace of Cups clarified by The Moon, Temperance, & The Devil -

Allow your love for each other to put out any conflict arising. Get in tune with your feelings and intuition & tune out any doubts and fears bringing confusion and uncertainty. You both have love for each other - trust in it and allow it to flow.

The Romance Angels Oracle offers more insight into your situation so I decided to use it along with clarifiers. I hit the 10 page limit so I'll put the pics of these cards in a reblog.

Your Energy :

Keep An Open Mind clarified by 7 of Pentacles, Temperance & 4 of Cups -

You're being asked to keep an open mind during this time of contemplation. There's hope for healing and renewal - part of your task is recognizing positive aspects of this connection & believing in it again.

Their Energy :

Heart To Heart Conversations clarified by Daughter of Cups, 5 of Pentacles, & 3 of Swords -

They want to have a honest heartfelt conversation with you about the anxieties and heartbreak they've been experiencing.

Unifying Force :

True Love clarified by The Magician, 4 of Pentacles, & 6 of Swords -

True love is worth taking action towards. With some will power and confidence, you both can move on to better times and stability.

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Pile 6 :

Your Energy :

The World clarified by 10 of Swords, 7 of Wands, & 3 of Pentacles -

You've felt whole and complete in this connection but something has caused you to hit rock bottom and to have to find your inner strength and courage.

Your Challenge :

3 of Wands clarified by 7 of Swords, The Hanged Man, & Temperance -

You're questioning the future of this connection because there has been deception - probably about a 3rd party - and a lack of harmony.

Their Energy :

7 of Pentacles clarified by 5 of Swords, 3 of Cups, The High Priestess + 7 of Cups (+ indicates the cards came out together) -

They're contemplating the connection and why they self destructed + overindulged by bringing a 3rd party into the situation.

Their Challenge :

The Hanged Man clarified by Daughter of Pentacles, The Magician, & Ace of Cups + 6 of Cups + Mother of Pentacles (+ indicates the cards came out together) -

They're in limbo deciding who to take action towards. They had a new beginning with someone - probably an ex or old friend.

Unifying Force :

2 of Chalices clarified by 6 of Swords & 2 of Pentacles -

Your connection is changing for the better and moving on from a difficult time.

The Romance Angels Oracle offers more insight into your situation so I decided to use it along with clarifiers. I hit the 10 page limit so I'll put the pics of these cards in a reblog.

Your Energy :

Healing Family Issues clarified by Justice, 7 of Pentacles, & 10 of Swords -

You're in the midst of making a decision as to what will bringing healing.

Their Energy :

Deception clarified by 3 of Wands, Death, & 8 of Cups -

They either lied about the ending of a relationship/moving on from it or they've hidden that they're deciding between you and someone else.

Unifying Force :

Chemistry clarified by 10 of Pentacles, Son of Wands, & 5 of Cups -

Although there had been chemistry, fulfillment, and abundance in this connection, ultimately aspects of their personality were an illusion & has caused grief, disappointment, and/or an end to the connection.

I'm getting that for most of you, this relationship has completely ended and this is the cause for moving on to a better time.

For some, the relationship is healing and moving on to a better time.

This situation is very messy. You know your situation better than I do, especially because this is a general reading, but I do think that if this pile popped out significantly more than the others then moving on & healing means moving on from the situation entirely. Emotions aren't enough to sustain a relationship & your person is giving non-committal vibes. This whole reading is giving the sense that you deserve better than this.

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[virtuousweakling]

Hantengu + Gyokko (humans): ✨shopping✨

(mostly fluff but mentions of condoms, butt stuff etc.) brief mentions of car accidents but no gore. ⚠️

The period is modern day and Hantengu and Gyokko are a homosexual couple of older gentlemen living together. Hantengu struggles with kleptomania and Gyokko is supporting them with his art commissions. Now I literally couldn't stop laughing while writing this and my family must have thought I was going insane but I hope y'all feel the same joy reading this as I had writing it.

Enjoy! 💚💜🖤❤️

Hantengu sighed as his stomach growled and quickly closed the fridge, calling out to Gyokko, "We need to go to the store. We're just about out of everything." "Oooh! I just LOVE a chance to go out and show off my glorious outfits! Let me get ready." Gyokko gleefully replied. "But Gyokko, we aren't going anywhere special, we're just going to S-Mart and coming straight home. I only have $250 in food stamps." "FIVE MINUTES, I SWEAR!" The sound of thick, leather footfalls approached Hantengu at the door. "Readyyy!" Hantengu, wearing a red knit cardigan, simple tan slacks and glasses perched low on his pointy nose looked Gyokko up and down. "...You're dressed for a bachelor party." "Hyo, hyo! You should be MORE than happy to be seen walking beside ME of all PEOPLE, Hantenguuu!" "Yeah, sure, whatever grab your purse and let's go. You practically took an hour and a half, it's already 3 o'clock."

Hantengu shakily put his keys in his run down Cadillac and started the vehicle with a popping sound shooting out of the exhaust pipe. He adjusted the mirror and squinted his eyes, moving his seat up extremely close to the wheel, practically hunching over it. "Oh, did we lock the door?" Gyokko nodded, "Yes, Hantengu, you locked it three times." "Well I just don't want anyone breaking in and stealing anything." Gyokko agreed. "Like my beautiful masterpieces, oh how horrendous that would be!" "Exactly that's why it's important we make sure we lock the door when we leave." Neither men considered how unhinged and delusional that conversation sounded considering they both committed illegal acts on a regular basis, one of them convincing himself of his non-existent innocence and the other defending his violent tendencies.

Hantengu was a terrible driver and Gyokko was...even worse, but Hantengu had better focusing skills than Gyokko who had massive road rage and liked to race strangers. See, Hantengu began doing most of the driving when Gyokko lost his license one summer after ramming a black SUV with no headlights into the back of a woman's sedan in the middle of the night. She had two kids and one baby in the backseat. Now Hantengu occasionally backed into the mailbox and a telephone pole outside of the driveway, but just casually said "Oops." And kept going. One time the air bag was released onto Gyokko who, surprisingly withstood it very well considering his muscular physique, but Hantengu shrieked in fear and pissed himself in the passengers seat. If it were him who'd been hit, all of his frail bones would have been broken. The piss stain is still there and the car reeks of stale, moldy interior and, well, you guessed it... Piss.

Hantengu drove to the grocery store, just nonchalantly cutting people off and failing to use turn signals. One lady began yelling out her window but stopped mid sentence as she noticed the fragile, elderly man with a receding hairline and large protrusion on his head hunched over the wheel looking over his glasses not even noticing her at all (as if he thought he was the only car on the road) and the rather pale, over-dressed man beside him with green lipstick giving her the double barrel finger with his tongue out. "...What the fuck...?" She mumbled to herself. Her husband who looked like he just got off the golf course at a country club bared his teeth in disgust and said "I told you the locals were weird around here, let's just get off on this next exit, honey."

Hantengu and Gyokko pulled into the store, driving in extremely slow circles around the entire parking lot until Hantengu thought he found a close enough parking space. They parked completely sideways over the line beside them and onto the line for the parking space in front of them, partially blocking off a handicapped space. Hantengu moved his seat back and got out, walking around the car to release Gyokko whose door handle was missing from the inside. Gyokko stuck his hand out expecting Hantengu to take it and guide him out of the car like royalty but Hantengu just turned around and stood with his hands on his hips, stretching his back and looking around at the pedestrians walking with their buggies in disgust.

"Did I park okay?" Hantengu asked Gyokko, squinting at the car. "Yeah, looks pretty straight to me. Straighter than last time. Let's get a cart, I'm excited."

The second they entered the store, Hantengu grabbed a flyer and licked his thumb, skimming the pages for coupons. Gyokko began running around grabbing random things and putting them in the cart. "Ah, Gyokko, no. Put that back. We don't have that kind of money and I don't even think my EBT card will cover that." "Why are you so boring, OLD MAN?" As they walked further through the produce section, Gyokko asked to push the cart. "Can I push it... Daddy?" Hantengu choked on his own saliva for a second and nodded, furrowing his brow while walking away and look at something else. Everything Gyokko wanted, even something simple like a bag of grapes, instigated the same question from Hantengu again and again like a broken record: "Is that even on sale?" After a while, Gyokko couldn't help but notice Hantengu was walking with his hands behind his back, leaning slightly forward and judging literally everything in the store. The people, the food, the environment, even the way the buggies wheels screeched. Hantengu's expression was one of brutal, silent judgement and he had no damn reason to do that while looking the way he did but he did it anyway. Hantengu approached a giant cardboard display of watermelons and leaned forward, knocking on all of them. It almost looked like he was listening to them. He walked away shaking his head. He touched everything, yet, put nothing in the cart. "You're so cute." Gyokko said to his partner, biting his lip. Hantengu looked so damn embarrassed.

Hantengu and Gyokko approached a home goods aisle and saw a big, orange tag below a shelf of deluxe, extra-large automatic rice cookers that said "SALE: 39.99 orig. price: 69.99" Gyokko marveled at the boxes as the geriatric Hantengu leaned in, squinting at the price tag. "39.99? Half off? Hm." He pensively touched his chin. "...hm." Gyokko looked at Hantengu, who was just standing there silently, speculating about the price tag. "Hmm." Gyokko just awkwardly glanced at the side, anticipating Hantengu to say something other than "hm." It seemed as if the most excruciating half hour passed by before Hantengu actually said something until finally, Hantengu went "Ah," breaking the silence.

"Yes?" Gyokko asked.

"39.99 is still too expensive. I can get ten bags of rice for that money and cook it for free."

Gyokko's entire mind deflated like Squidward's head in that one episode and just dragged himself along with Hantengu at this point, trying desperately to enjoy this time out with his partner. They approached a medicine aisle and Gyokko noticed migraine antiinflammatories on sale. "You need this," he said to Hantengu who was browsing the adult diapers. "Hm? What is it." Hantengu took the small box out of Gyokko's hand and adjusted his glasses, tilting his head back as if struggling to read the package. "What is this?" "It's antiinflammatories. For your head." "But I don't nee-... Fuck you." Hantengu tossed the box at Gyokko who caught it on his chest, jovially laughing at Hantengu (these two boogers sounded like the old men on the muppets show). Gyokko squeaked as he pointed out contraceptives to Hantengu, "TROJAN XXXL? WHOSE DICK IS THIS BIG?" Hantengu's heart sank as he looked around, hushing the always inappropriate Gyokko. Gyokko continued, "Oh, here we go, 'intense pleasure warming jelly.' Comes with ridged condoms for 'extra satisfaction.'" Hantengu facepalmed so hard his hand almost exited out the back of his skull. "Gyokko, please. Why are you doing this." "We need them! EXCUSE ME, DO YOU WORK HERE?" "NO, GYO-" "Yes sir how can I help you?" "CAN YOU PLEASE GET ME THIS FROM BEHIND THE GLASS?" "Gyokko please, my heart, I can't..." "TOO LATE."

Gyokko grinned like a maniac as he watched the clerk unlock the window. Gyokko put the box in the cart and showed Hantengu a $20 bill from his pocket. "If I'm buying it, it's mine." "Then get your own basket, I'm not pushing this around, everyone can see what it is." "What's the matter Hantengu, you don't want everyone to know what's going to happen to that tight hole of yours tonight?" Hantengu croaked and began to sweat. Finally the men checked out and Hantengu forced Gyokko to go to a different scanner. As Hantengu scanned away at the self checkout, the clerk standing by noticed his behavior was looking a bit off since he was looking over his shoulder a lot and seemed nervous. She approached Hantengu and asked if everything was ok to which Hantengu reassured her it was fine. Gyokko looked over from his own self checkout and noticed sweat forming on Hantengu's forehead. "Yoo-hoo! I need help over here!" He decided to call for the woman to distract her from Hantengu to take the pressure off of him. Hantengu saw hoodies with the stores name on them on a rack nearby and grabbed one to make it look like he was buying it. Loudly, he exclaimed, "ah, you know what, I decided I'm not gonna get this." And draped it over the camera screen in front of him. By the time the lady was done being distracted by Gyokko's eccentricity, Hantengu took his receipt and the men carried on. There was a receipt checker standing at the exit doors and a family of five who had a massive cart full came up on Hantengu and Gyokko's side. They timed their exit exactly beside the family so the checker wouldn't know which receipt to look at. Gyokko and Hantengu walked free.

Once home, they unloaded their frugal purchases and Gyokko noticed some odds and ends at the bottom of the bag. "Seriously?" He asked Hantengu. "I don't know how any of that got there." "Hantengu..." "I'm serious, I don't know how any of that got in there it must have accidentally fallen in. Maybe I grabbed someone else's bag?" The bag was full of chapstick, candy bars, a readers digest, an addiction counseling pamphlet and a package of watch batteries. "Hantengu what are you planning on doing with all of this?" Hantengu slammed the refrigerator shut and put his head in his hands. "I-I DON'T KNOW, STOP ASKING ME! I ALREADY TOLD YOU!" Gyokko noticed Hantengu was beginning to sniffle. "Hantengu... Can I touch you?" Hantengu just whimpered softly, mumbling reassuring words to himself as Gyokko carefully embraced him in a hug. "It's ok. Papa's got you. It's alright." Gyokko normally would never act like this and it certainly always seemed as if he had no idea how to, but he cared for Hantengu in such a way that he automatically shut down the usual shit show if it meant consoling his typically inconsolable partner. "I'll help you to the couch, you just sit down while I finish putting the freezer food away." Hantengu nodded like a nervous little boy and sniffed his fragile little way to the sofa with Gyokko. Once Gyokko finished putting everything up he called to Hantengu, "when you feel better do you want me to make you something to eat?" Hantengu wiped his nose and nodded. "Ok I'll make you something nice and tasty."

That's all for now, folks, another story will come soon! Thank you sm for reading!!

[starsandgutters]

katekevaaron au if you're doing it? i just read all of your stuff and i've read a bunch of your ao3 works too and i'm in love with how you write them they're my faves <33

Thank you so much, that’s so kind 😭💖

Giddily kicking my feet that people are actually interested in this 🤭 my first dip into them as a trio 🥹💖✨

2. KateKevAaron

He forgot what it felt like to have a crush. He’s been with Katelyn for so long now, and while he still gets giddy over her, is still frequently stunned by the sight of her and how beautiful she is, he is also settled into their relationship. They are familiar, comfortable, certain. There is none of the uncertainty that drives the dopamine rush of every interaction during the flirtation period. The skin tingling, giddy stomach twisting feeling he would get every time she smiled at him, or touched his arm, or gave him a compliment. Aaron feels like some of his logical thought goes out the window whenever he has a crush. It feels almost like a high sometimes, and he’s never been good at resisting that kind of temptation, never mastered moderation.

Which is why he makes no effort to avoid Kevin. It would probably be for the better if he did, if he put some distance between them until he finally gets over this stupid bout of delirium, but Aaron does not. Instead he is climbing onto the couch beside Kevin and nudging him with his foot to move over even though Aaron could have easily sat on the other side of the couch. It doesn’t matter, this is his corner, and Kevin knows he always sits here. Kevin shuffles over a few inches. It gives Aaron space to fold his legs under himself and tuck in against the arm of the couch, but it doesn’t leave any space between them. The balls of Aaron’s feet are pressed to the side of Kevin’s thigh. Kevin’s elbow is brushing lightly against Aaron’s waist. Aaron considers kicking Kevin, telling him to move the fuck over, but the warmth of him by his side is alluring. So he says nothing.

“Didn’t you watch this game the other night?”

“It’s the highlights,” Kevin says. He’s eating a yogurt. He closes his mouth around the spoon, lips pressing together as he drags it out, tongue pressing up against the spoon to lick it clean. There’s a small smear of white left behind on his top lip. It takes Kevin a few seconds before he licks it away. Aaron abruptly looks back at the television.

“You know what happens.”

“Yes.”

“So why do you need to watch the highlights?”

“Was on.” Kevin shrugs. Aaron pushes the ball of his foot more firmly against the side of his leg.

“So you don’t need to watch it.”

“If this is your passive aggressive way of saying you want to change the channel, you could just ask.”

“I’m not being passive aggressive. You’d know if I was being passive aggressive.”

“So all the time.”

Aaron reaches out and hits the bottom of Kevin’s yogurt pot, flipping it out of his hand. It’s nearly empty, so it doesn’t cause a huge mess, but it does splatter a thin line of yogurt onto his shirt. Kevin turns his head slowly to glare at Aaron. Aaron smiles sweetly back at him.

“See? I don’t need to be passive.”

“You are such a dick.” Kevin sighs in a way Aaron thinks is far too dramatic for the sake of one tiny bit of spilled yogurt. He lifts the spoon and pot, staring down at his shirt.

“It’s not a big deal.” Aaron reaches out, pressing one hand against Kevin’s chest to hold his shirt in place as he scoops the yogurt off with his other index finger. He glances up and meets Kevin’s gaze as he pops his finger into his mouth and sucks it clean. It’s one of those things, like the moments where he catches himself performing, that he finds himself in the process before he is even fully aware he’s actually going to do it. The addict part of him chasing that delightful dopamine rush that jolts electrifyingly through his body when the pupils of Kevin’s eyes, currently focused on Aaron’s mouth, dilate in response to him. He can feel the thump of Kevin’s heart beneath his palm. It makes him wildly giddy. “There. Crisis averted.”

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

~FTM gang (Texas, Loui, Mass, and Gov) quotes and sh*t cuz why tf not?~

@simpyfrog

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Mass: *laying on his bed face down in a bundle of blankets and sobbing*

Loui: *comforting him* There there…. it’s gonna be aight sha 😅

Texas: *walks into Mass’s room* Ay Mass have you seen my- Oh my god what’s happening?! Why is Mass crying?! Who did it I swear to god-

Loui: Shh quiet down sha, he’s still a bit sensitive.

Mass: Dùin am f*ck suas Texas….(Shut the f*ck up Texas....)

Texas: *sits down next to them* Pfft- Well it seems like you’re fine enough to insult me in Gaelic. But what happened?

Loui: *whispers* Can I tell him?

Mass: Fine….but pls do it quickly….

Loui: Aight. How do I put this lightly….*sigh* Mass was reading a romance story and two of the characters didn’t end up together.

Mass, still crying: They were meant to be 😭 And then he just left her!!!

Texas: *tears up slightly* Omg that happened to me too which one was it-

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Gov: You need to stop swearing so much. 


Mass: Shut the f(speaks Boston)k up. 


Gov: Yeah, that's not how you do it. 


Mass: Alright sorry. It's just that it's hard not to swear. The words just creep up on me when I least expect it. 


Gov: Now now, don't be like that. Just replace the swear words with 'beep' and you'll be fine. 


Mass: Sh*t the beep up. 


Gov: 


Mass: SHUT, D*MMIT! I MEANT SHUT!

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Texas: I was put on this earth to do one thing. 


Texas: Luckily I forgot what it was so I can do whatever I want. *proceeds to give Kentucky a heart attack while trickriding*

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Gov: Mass is amazing at concentrating. Once he starts reading, the only way he’ll notice you is if you take his book away. Not even if you hit him or shake him! 


Texas: I think that was him ignoring you.

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Loui: Arson? Oh, you mean "crime brûlée".

Gov: Aight that’s it I’m calling CDC-

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Mass: *trying to drag Gov out of his office* You need a hobby.


Gov: *trying to keep himself from getting dragged* I have a hobby! 


Mass: Overworking yourself when you’re on your period and in pain isn’t a hobby, nor is overworking yourself in general!! Now, C’MON-

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Mass: You disgust me. 


Texas: *eating a kitkat sideways* I realize this and don’t care :)

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(Back when the two of them were in college)

Texas: I think I did fairly well on my anatomy quiz! :) 


Mass: I forgot I was doing a test. 


Texas: Mass. 


Mass: I said the vertebrae was the back stick because I thought it was funny.... 


Texas: Mass-

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Mass, grinning: I have a knife! 


Gov: Put it down, Mass. 


Mass: Make me! *sprints away*

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Gov: *on his period and hunched over his desk whilst crying*

Mass: Oi Fed- What’s up with you?

Gov: *choking back a sob* Everything hurts Mass….

Mass: *walks over to him with a sympathetic look on his face (wow Mass has sympathy for someone 😮✨)* Do you want a hug?

Gov: Yes please 🥹

Mass: *hugs him close* There there…. You’re alright…. If you want we can go to a rage room later?

Gov: *happy pained noises*

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Texas: You’re one of my best friends, I would do anything for you. 


Mass: I want ya to eat 3 meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule. 


Texas: Absolutely not. Plus, it’s not like you have any room to talk b*tch.

Mass: Touché.

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Mass: Who hurt you? 


Texas: *snorting* What, do you want a list? 


Mass: ...Yes, actually.

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Loui: Everyone thinks I'm this soft cute person but I'm not! 


Texas: Lou, you cried for an hour after stepping on a bug yesterday.

Loui: It had feelings! It was probably going home to dinner and I killed it! 


Gov: ...It was a bug.

Mass:Yea…


Loui: It was a BEETLE, and its wife is definitely worried sick, wondering where it is, and I really don't get why you all think I'm so sentimental because I'm not! 


Texas: ... 


Gov: ...

Mass: …


Loui: Stop looking at me like that!

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Gov: Be right back, gonna hit the toilet for a quick power sob.

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*Loui crying after his ex bf broke up with him*

Mass, comforting Loui with Gov: Where are you going? 


Texas: *grabs his gun* To either get ice cream or commit a felony. I'll decide on the way.

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Texas: Advice of the day kids, if you ever meet someone who calls Gatorade flavors the actual name of the flavor instead of just the color then they are a certified nerd. 


Mass: Yeah but you have to specify, frost glacier or cool blue? You can’t just say blue because there’s more than one blue. 


Texas: Blue and light blue, nice try nerd.

Mass: You are just as much of a nerd as I am.

Texas: Oh yea? Prove it.

Mass: Ok, I will. What’re the names of all parts of the brain?

Texas: Oh um- the forebrain, the midbrain, and the hindbrain. The hindbrain includes the upper part of the spinal cord, the brain stem, and a wrinkled ball of tissue called the cerebellum :D

Mass: 😏

Texas: *realizes* Shut the fu-

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Loui: I'm very scary. 


Gov: You're about as scary as a wet kitten. 


Loui: Wet kittens are cute, at least I've got that going for me. 


Gov: And small. 


Loui: 


Loui: ...Yeah, yeah. I guess.

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Loui: Sometimes I like to place my hands on someone’s cheeks, look into their eyes... 


Loui: ...And violently jerk their head until it snaps. 


Gov: ...That took an unexpected turn. 


Mass and Texas at the same time: So did their neck :)

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[seokjinsonlyone]

THE PREGNANCY HEADCANONS AHHHH I LOVED THEM!! They were soo good babes like you really know how to write for the boys 😭 also loved the jk kink slip in lol 🤭

But since we’re on the topic of pregnancy I’m gonna write out how many kids I think BTS would have cause that came into my head while reading lol

Seokjin: 3. Now for Jin his first would be a girl period. Jin gives such dad girl vibes idc idc but with Jin I see him having one boy that would end up being the middle child you know?? And I think he’d try for one more and end up with another girl because like I said Jin radiates girl dad vibes ✨

Yoongi: 3. NOW I WANT TO CLEAR SOMETHING UP, there was an interview back in the day where the boys talked about how many kids they wanted and everybody said Yoongi said he only wanted one but that was a mistranslation he said he wanted at least “one boy”. So in my imagination Yoongi ends up being a girl dad and has two girls first 🤭 and then he tries for one more and ends up with a boy ✨

Hoseok: 2 to 3. Now with Jhope I see him as a boy dad idk why but I feel his first would be a boy. And since he has a sister he would want his son to have a sibling and then the next baby would be a boy. Now I say two to three cause in my head I imagine Jhope wanting at least both a girl and a boy so when he ends up with just two boys I think his decision on another baby would be up-to the mother of his boys. If he did have another his youngest would obviously be a girl 🤭

Namjoon: 3. A boy and a girl as his first in that order is what I picture Namjoon with. And I know you’re asking so why the 3? Well i’m glad you asked because the answer is… ✨an oops baby✨ his last baby would be an oops baby 🤭 i am taking no counter arguments to this because it would happen to him and I’d bet my left toe on it 😭 so with Namjoon his oops baby would be a boy, idk why I see him having only one daughter but thats what i came up with lol

Jimin: 4. Jimin is one out of two of the members who is having a bit of a bigger family, to me in my head. For him I see him having and even number of both boys and girls but he has two girls first and two boys last. Now idk why but I can absolutely see Jimin having twins 🥺 specifically twin girls 🤭

Taehyung: 5. Now… we all knew this was the answer for this man lmfaoo but truly he’s gonna have the biggest family out of all the members. I see him having more girls than boys but his first child would be a boy and his last would be a girl; so overall three girls and two boys ✨

Jungkook: 3. SOMETHING ABOUT JK RADIATES TWIN ENERGY. Like his partners first pregnancy is gonna be twins like boy and girl twins 🥺. And he’s gonna think he’s done and doesn’t want anymore but before his twins hit school age he’s gonna realize he misses the baby phase and is gonna want one more, and its gonna be a girl 🤭

Ok im done, and I just want to preface that this is all delusion in my head that came up as I was reading the pregnancy headcanons, I simply just wrote this for fun and nothing more lol ❤️ I’d love to hear y’alls thoughts tho

WHEW CHILE YOU GOT ME SHAKING SHIVERING AND QUIVERING LIKE THEM IS SOME BIG NUMBERS LIKE DESPITE WHATEVER BANGTAN CHILD KICK I BEEN ON THE PAST COUPLE MONTHS ION WANT NONE OF THEM THINGS

my womb started caving in on itself good lord like you started off with my man and then 3 kids and i saw my life flash before my eyes good god anyway this is 100% a topic worth exploring and imma divide them up into 3 sections that you were touching on

girl dad

seokjin: i almost said seokjin would be a boy dad but nah he's def girl dad like i can 100% see you coming home from work or the gym or something and you walk past your daughter room and seokjin in there with 2 ponytails complete with the bows like when he dressed up as the squid game doll at that one ptd concert he'd have that hair and a tutu on playing some kind of princess damsel in distress rescue game and you'd walk past the room make eye contact with him and he's just got this 'i actually need you to save me from this' look on his face and all you do is pull out your phone snap a pic and keep going so you can start on dinner i think he'd definitely have 2 kids the first one gon need someone to play with and it simply can't be both of y'all forever so he'd probably have a boy and a girl

yoongi: yoongi is a girl dad through and through i don't make the rules it just is what it is like it don't matter how many kids he end up with they're all gonna be girls but you know what for some reason i'm feeling like he's either gonna have 1 or like 4 like either the one is gonna be enough and your tubes getting tied or like you're just gonna keep popping em out like tostino's pizza rolls

jimin: you know what i really can see jimin ending up with 4 kids and i would give em to him too 😩🤞i think i can see him with 3 girls and a boy and i just have this image of all of them clinging and hanging off of him like newborn cats and idk why he would be a girl dad but he just would like he's so silly and goofy the girls would just absolutely love him and that's fine bc my son would be all up under me 😒

boy dad

joonie: why i feel like all of joon chilren gon be "oops" babies on that kanye west "how you start a family the condom slipped up" type beat kslksksld and for some reason 3 really does feel right for him not for me but for him and i think there'd be a bit of an age gap too like i can see him having one little boy and he's gonna be so freaking cute like i got this picture in my head of joonie and the baby matching like he would get him little gray joggers and he'd have on a white onesie and cute tiny white nike airforce's to match joon and they'd be at the store and the baby would be holding on to his finger walking beside him and they'd have on the same fit and when y'all take the baby on an outing he'd put him on a little sweater vest and one of them newsboy hats oh my heart yeah <\3 anyway the age gap like y'all would have the first little boy and then 8-10 years of nothing and then y'all would end up having 2 back to back a girl then another boy

jk: tbh i just have this really strong image of jk roughhousing wit his son like throwing the kid around like a paper airplane and the kid would love it too be giggling and laughing don't even know his life is in peril he'd put him in lil track suits be real cute wit it and he would look just like him too big ole nose even bigger eyes would look somewhere between a blobfish and an anime character super adorable would take the kid to the park every weekend as long as the weather wasn't too inclement and play on the slides and swings and soccer with him like they'd just be so freaking active it's crazy you'd be tired enough for all 3 of y'all tho but anyway i feel like once the kid was old enough to go to school and jk couldn't pester him all day he'd pester you until you agreed to another one and i think it'd be a lil girl and he'd be the exact opposite with her 💀 all sweet and gentle acting like she could break at any second and would love dressing her up in fluffy glittery dresses and putting bows all over her but then she'd end up being just as rowdy as your first kid and he'd just about have a heart attack bc of it he'd still try to coax another one out of you once your daughter started school tho and that's when you'd have to ask him to go back to the park and find his mind bc you think he lost it

boffum

tae: now whew chile i know you said you can see him wit 5 kids but lemme tell you rn he ain't gettin em outta me he must gon have 2-3 baby mamas or sumn bc i do not have child rearing hips or god bless the woman that's gon produce his litter bc it ain't gon be me but frfr i can see him only having 1 like he seem like he would think he want a school bus full of kids but then gets the first one and is like "😀 let's never do this again" LOL and it really wouldn't matter whether it was a boy or girl i just know for sure that tae gon have that kid wit more hobbies than a little bit and it would drive you insane like one day the kid's a painter then they wanna play piano then guitar then violin then they're gonna wanna be a fashion designer and ask for a sewing machine then a pro golfer a pro gamer a fencer and tae gon be right there beside the kid taking the lessons with them like you not gonna be able to get either of them to settle down

hobi: i can see hobi with either one or two kids like i feel like he'd plan to have 2 kids but then he'd want to wait for the right time to have the second one but then the right time never really comes or y'all will discuss it every now and again and you'll have the one and both be like ehhh idk it's a lot of work should we do it again naahhh but maybe 👁️ and then just never have another OR you'd have twins OR you'd have the two kids separately but they'd be like minimum five years apart bc you just want to make sure your they got the best of y'all EITHER WAY it really doesn't matter if it's a boy or a girl or whatever combination bc hobi just gonna turn the child into a mini version of him decked out in designer always crazy patterns always layered up carrying lil acorn bags and a nice hat kids gonna love taking a pic for sure like it'll be a lil ball of personality for sure but also very disciplined like why hobi seem like he'd be kinda strict with it like the way he pushes himself he would definitely push his kids too not too much they would never feel too pressured or like they weren't good enough but he'd always make sure they'd be doing their best

a/n: i clearly got carried away here 🤠 also i really don't know why i would have 4 kids wit jimin and not the rest of em like i cannot explain logically the difference but the feeling is just there

[chaotic-kitty]

Nightbringer mini game tutorial✨

I’ve seen some people struggling with the new mini rhythm games from Nightbringer……a lot saying that the games tutorial wasn’t any help. I thought I’d make my own little crash course to explain it if anyone is interested!! I’m going to try my best to make this understandable and neat so please bear with me.

We’ll start with learning the basics of how certain things function and what requirements there are. Etc:

So first things first!

You have 3 different levels when it comes to the mini games. Normal, Hard, and Extreme. Normal is the main mode that we play on as we go through the story. With hard and extreme popping up around/after the extra unlock-able stories. As with the original game, there is a hard version of all of the mini games to play through as well.

Also like with the main game, there are items you can use during the mini game to help out.

Flower Staff Bud (first one)- Gives a smaller increase in strength

Flower Staff Blossom (second one)- Gives a bigger increase in strength

Magical Score (third one)- Increases drop rate

Azuki-Tan Wallet (fourth one)- Increases Grimm

Both the Magical Score and the Azuki-Tan Wallet affect the items which you receive after you’ve completed the mini game (that is my understanding anyways), with the Azuki-Tan Wallet specifically increasing the amount of Grimm you receive as a prize.

The Flower Staffs are very helpful in completing the mini games!

You can active one Flower Staff, one Magical Score, and one Azuki-Tan Wallet all together for a battle. However, you cannot stack Flower Staffs together. Only one can be used per round. You also can only use on of each for the other two items too.

When it comes to the rank you get upon completing the mission, there are 5 different ranks

D Rank - Fail - You fail the level and cannot move on.

C Rank - Clear - You’ve gotten a high enough score to move on.

B Rank / A Rank / S Rank - Clear - These scores also mean you can move one. These just indicate how high you scored. With ‘B’ being the lowest of these three specific rankings, and ‘S’ being the highest rank you can get period.

‘A’ rank on all battles for each chapter is what is required to unlock the locked books for specific chapters.

Upon starting a battle/mini game/ mission I can’t seem to pick just one word for it you can see what score you’re estimated to get-

Here it’s estimated I’ll achieve ‘S’ rank. And as you can see, it indicates which scores allow a pass. When you use the Flower Staffs, the bar will increase and show you your new estimated rank with the added strength of the Staff.

The rank you’re estimated to get depends on the strength of your cards!! So don’t forget to try and strengthen your cards up!

Upon clearing a level, you are then given the option to automatically clear levels (just like in the previous game). You just need to click the level you want and the preview will show up. This option pops up at the bottom of that preview.

Edit: You need to achieve ’S’ rank to be able to unlock the automatic clear option.

Okay now for the actual game mechanics!

So, the screen is broken into two parts. (For the sake of this, I’ve labeled them with the way they will appear to you)

As you can see, there is a pink line that separates the two sides. Our blorbos characters are on the left side, with the enemies and obstacles coming from the right side.

The characters run on their own, we just control how they jump and hit! We do that by tapping the screen.

Tapping on the left side causes them to jump up and hit!

Tapping on the right side just causes them to hit whatever is in front of them!

In order to hit and enemy or obstacle, you need to wait for it [the thing you’re trying to hit] to reach the pink line. Once it reaches the line, that’s when you tap. (You have a split second either side of the line where a tap still counts)

You can tap both sides at once. Example, if you’re currently tapping the rainbow bar that’s higher up, you can still tap to hit whatever is lower on the screen.

Enemies and obstacles will appear at two different heights. To clear the ones that appear higher up, you tap the left side. To clear the ones that appear lower on the screen, you tap the right side.

Most enemies and obstacles only need a tap, however! There are rainbow bars that appear. They can appear both higher and lower on the screen.

To clear them, you need to tap the screen as the circle part reaches the pink line, and then hold down until it clears. Tap and hold.

To clear them when you get two at one time, tap and hold on both sides of the line together.

You will also come across these things:

They take 5(?) points from you if you hit into them. When you approach them/they approach that pink line, tap the left side to jump over them!

You can tap the screen multiple times in a row and the characters will do the action. You don’t need to wait for them to reach the ground before you tap again. So if you miscalculate your jump, you can just keep tapping the screen until you’re clear. That goes for the whole game, and not just these obstacles.

Now, besides enemies, rainbow bars, and danger acid, there are two other things that you will encounter. These are gift boxes, and rainbow Karasu orb things.

The gift boxes provide points that add to your total. You don’t actually have to pick them up and they don’t register as a missed item and revert your combo number (to my knowledge). They’re helpful for achieving a higher score, but there’s no need to panic if you don’t think you can get them.

Now, the rainbow Karasu circle…orb….things. Collecting those increases your fever bar. (This game has a fever option for battles too!!). The more you collect, the more the bar fills. If you get enough, you’ll be put into fever mode. From what I know, I believe you don’t actively need to pick them up and not picking them up does not affect your combo score.*

Edit- clarification on my wording- you need to pick them up if you want the effect. But I don’t believe it affects your overall score/combo score if you miss them.

Edit- Okay, missing the Karasu things does reset your combo score!*

You can see your fever bar, your health bar, and your score bar at the top of the screen. It can help you have an idea as to how you are going.

Speaking of combo…….

A combo score is a number that appears at the bottom of the screen and increases as you hit multiple enemies/obstacles in a row. If you miss a hit, the combo score resets.

At the end of a battle, your highest combo score will appear on the screen so you can see. I believe it also affects your overall score outcome.

Achieve a full combo, is where you have not missed a single enemy or obstacle. You hit everything. That increases your overall points and can get you special full combo awards at the end of the battle.

Now, circling back to the enemies. You encounter a few enemies during the game ……..though technically I suppose they’re not proper enemies they’re just obstacles I guess? Idk what you’d class them as. Anyways, moving on….

Each game you have a boss. Most times it’s a Little.D, sometimes at the end of a chapter in particular, it’s one of the characters. Now they can be a bit tricky. Generally speaking they work like this:

They show up on the screen at different times, in order to get rid of them……you need to hit them too. There are two different types of hit they require.

Sometimes, they’ll come at you and only require one hit to knock them back.

Most other times, you’ll need to hit them repeatedly. Now there’s a method to it.

As you can see, the bosses have a bar. That bar shows how many hits you’ve dealt.

To hit them correctly, you need to tap repeatedly on both sides of the screen in quick succession. Like left, right, left, right, and so on.

This fills up their bar. If you fill up the bar all the way, it counts. If you don’t fill up the bar, it classes as a miss.

Sometimes you’ll only have to do it once, others a few different times.

When it comes to hitting the bosses, you have to wait for them to reach the pink line!

I think that is everything for now! But to recap……

You tap the left side of the screen to jump up and hit

You tap the right side of the screen to hit forward

Wait for things to reach the pink line before tapping so that it counts

Most obstacles/enemies just need a tap to clear, but bars need to be tapped and held! And bosses need repeated tapping on both sides of the line in quick succession to fill their hit bar

Karasu orbs/bubbles fill the fever bar (which can be found at the top of the screen). And gift boxes help with your scores.

The danger acid takes your points if you hit it (as with missing other things). Just tap left side of the line to jump over it.

You can use flower blossoms and other items to strengthen your cards/characters and increase your winnings

To clear a level, you need to reach ‘C’ rank. To unlock the locked stories in different chapters, you need to receive an ‘A’ rank in all battles.

You can go back and reattempt battles and get higher scores. Or you can clear them automatically once you’ve cleared them once.

There are also different prizes you can get! Including devil points. Though I believe you can only get devil points once per level unless the combo prize for that level is more devil points. The amount you can get depends on your score when you finish.

Okay, now I think that’s it. If I think of anything else, I’ll add it to the comments. Sorry for any mistakes in spelling. And if I’ve gotten something wrong in general, please feel free to gently correct me in the comment section or something. I hope this helps!!✨💖

And just remember, this is a new game. It can take awhile to learn how to do it and to get the hang of it. And that’s okay. Practicing can help!

(Oh and at the bottom right hand of the screen you can see the characters bar fill up. I believe that’s their unique power or something. Ngl, I haven’t been paying too much attention to that😭 also, I have been having issues where taps aren’t registering properly so just keep that in mind!)

Edit: Perhaps it’s more a purple line than a pink line…….🤔

Edit 2: I remembered something else 😭

To clear these ones, you need to tap on both sides of the line (on the left and right side) at the same time once it reaches the pink line.

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thinking a bit more abt alicia

(note: this’ll probably be updated but ive been working on this for a while and just want it to be DONE. Also i have NOT spellchecked this so apologies for any mistypes or incorrectly spelled word's (and grammar), but i am happy with it right now so here :3)

Small Overview: Alica ‘Cheetah’ Norris is my rainbow 6 siege oc. She’s a three speed one armor attacker and her ‘skill’ is a dart gun (the darts have a agent in them that causes temporary paralysis)

Small information thing that i dunno how to title: She’s 5’6, uses she/they, and is mixed (Latina/white, but she grew up in a mostly white American family so she’s not really in touch with her heritage).

Weapons: unsure what weapon she’s gonna use specifically but probably an assault riffle of some sort. Extremely unsure on secondary and gadgets (though probably flashbangs or frags)

rest under the tags bc LENGTH

Background/Past Experience Revamp: as ive said before, she’s a hostage negotiator. Except im changing her background quite a bit (she was part of the American ATF as a field agent before becoming a hostage negotiator but upon further research, she was part of SWAT (after a few years of being a patrol officer) after failing to get into the FBI and, despite how many of her instructors viewed her as mildly incapable due to ✨crippling anxiety✨(shes just like me fr), she managed to prove that she was in fact highly competent and able to defuse situations without too much training prior hence how she became a hostage negotiator at the age of 25 (shes older now so yay (EDIT: was reading over it and noticed i put 35 instead of 25 so sorry about that!)) and, despite not being military fbi, her skills on the field caught Rainbow’s attention, hence how she got in).

(fun fact: most of her scars actually come from setting up barbed wire, she hasnt had a lot of experience with it so she ended up cutting up her hands and lower arms when trying to learn it.)

Personality Revamp: While she’s still incredibly anxious, I’ve made her way more capable on the field. While off the field, she’s quite literally the definition of a ball of anxiety with legs, on the field the adrenaline steadies her nerves and throws her into the correct headspace to fight, though it’s kind of like a light switch. One moment she’s quietly freaking out and the next she appears completely calm and is talking strategy.

Counters: i dunno why ive just been thinking about this quite a bit 😭 Kure - I mean. She operates 2 robots. Im not an expert on robotics (far from it, i literally want to become an air traffic controller DO NOT QUOTE ME ON ANYTHING I YAP ABT) but im pretty sure that they’d be immune to a dart of paralytic fluid (unless maybe Alicia hits it in the right spot, and even then it’d be damaging the actual robot). Doc - Kind of in the sense that his stim pistol can reduce the affect of the dart (especially on himself) but im not 100% on this yet. Fenrir - This is more ‘lore’ based than game based but I imagine that Fenrir’s dread mines affect Alicia’s performance (aka exacerbating her already present anxiety). I was thinking about it and thought that the idea of Alicia nerfing herself via failed reloads would be really interesting! And then the idea that Fenrir’s dread mines (since they affect the mind for a short period of time) exist, what if Alicia has a chance of failing a reload while in the affected area, the chance increasing the longer one spends in the area.

Relationships: (Alicia is AroAce so none of these are romantic :3) Quite literally terrified of 90% of people on base. Most notably all the Russians, Zero, and Ash. She’s friendly with Blitz and Mozzie and acquainted with Fenrir (mostly due the fact that she has enough confidence in his loyalty to Rainbow) and Doc as she’s part of Wolfguard and likes being semi-acquainted with her team leader. (She is trying to expand the amount of people she’s acquainted with but it’s kinda hard when you’re scared of most everyone.)

Backstory: Okaaay Alicia’s backstory wasn’t really defined in the past but since my writing skills are better now, im working on it a bit more :D

Alicia was adopted by her parents (she doesn’t know her bioparents nor does she have any real interest in finding them) when she was 4. Her parents, however, were killed in a hit-and-run incident when she was 12, her aunt (Aurelia Norris)) then took custody of her (fun fact: both Aurelia and Alicia have poliosis!).

At the age of 18, she went into college for a degree in criminal psychology. After receiving her degree, alicia applied to her local police department (and the FBI but she was rejected, obviously), managed to become a patrol officer, and eventually joined SWAT where she proved her ability to defuse hostage situations in a pinch (despite almost everyone not believing it due to the fact that alicia was incredibly jumpy and panicky) hence her promotion of sorts to a crisis negotiator (that mostly focuses on hostage situations).

at the age of 32, she caught the attention of a few rainbow recruiters and after a bit of digging, she wasn’t considered for recruitment. It was only a year later when Rainbow was working with her unit and they finally got to see her operate, hence how she, after being recommended by her commanding officers, ended up in Rainbow.

Of course, there was a very large gap between her and the others as she was a crisis negotiator from a random ass town in who the fuck knows where (not me, thats for sure) America while these guys are the best of the best of their respective militaries (She does always try to keep up but she’s still a little behind on a few things) and that combined with her anxiety around change and these new people just kinda left her as a outsider (not that she really minded. It hurt sometimes, sure, but she already didnt talk a lot so..).

Callsign: Alicia got her callsign (Cheetah) from her speed, mostly. Cheetahs, while fast, are incredibly anxious, hence why people thought it was a good idea. Alicia hasnt really ever had a callsign so she just kinda rolled with it because what else was she to do. (She’s still not the most experienced with military culture and whatnot)