#i'll def try to do something better for this another time

[kilojulietsierra]

"Oh Sweet Irony "- Dr Jack Abbot x Reader

Summary: You hate doctors, and will do just about anything to avoid seeing one even if you're sick. A fact that your boyfriend Dr. Jack Abbot sometimes finds very annoying. This time though, you're miserable and you cave to his request, "Let me take care of you."

TW: most of my content is considered 18+ content, sick fic, comfort fic, medical inaccuracies, fluff, inappropriate workplace behavior but the PG kind, I wrote this sick and I think Dr. Abbot would def make me feel better just saying...

(Special thank you to the gif creator for the above because DAMN)

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Jack maneuvered his way through the packed waiting room and had to fight to hear you over the phone, "Well, hon, if you feel as bad as you sound you need more than NyQuil." He sidestepped a stoller, "No, it's not helping. I can tell." He made the corner and hugged the wall on his way to the doors, "Just come in and we can get you something that will actually do some good." He waved to the girls behind the glass and mouthed a thanks as he heard the security doors buzz and the lock disengage, "I know… I know… No, I'm not going to let you sit in the waiting room." He gives Bridget and exapserated look as he approaches the hub, "Hon, please, just come down. I'll tell the girls up front you're coming and they'll let you right in." He dropped his bag in his chair and swiped his badge to clock in, "Ok, well… it's either that or stay home tomorrow and I'll come over when I get off work." He nods, "That's what I thought. I'll see you when you get here. Love you."

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You felt like shit. All week you had been fighting off some sort of bug, the worst of it Monday after you got home from work. You thought that would be the end of it. The stuffy nose, cough, sore throat was really no big deal. NyQuil and DayQuil became your best friends. A week later and that cough just wouldn't quit, your stomach hurt from the constant coughing and chest spasms, you could hardly breathe, barely sleep more than a couple hours now without waking up to a coughing fit so violent you thought you might throw up.

Jack had been busy all week, his schedule and yours just couldn't line up and he'd been stuck late most mornings. You had told him, vaguely, that you didn't feel great but didn't want him to worry. Then he had called you on his way home, and you had not been able to hold back the coughing fit.

So, he had told you to call him after work and let him know how you were feeling, because he knew you wouldn't skip work. Now, here you were sneaking your away around the edge or the PTMC Emergency waiting room fighting back your anxiety and another coughing fit.

You hesitated a little the closer you got to the doors but one of the women at the admissions desk behind the glass saw you and waved. You chewed your lip and stepped a little closer with a careful smile. She waved you on through and you heard the buzz and clunk of the security doors. You can feel the burn of the glares and the muttering behind you as you pulled the heavy door open and stepped through.

Bridget saw you almost immediately and meets you halfway for a hug, "Hey sweetie."

You gave her a smile and a half step back, "Oh, don't hug me, I'm gross."

"Oh please, come here." She gave you a hug and then looked you over, "We just got a call for a code coming in, so he might be a minute okay."

"You guys are busy, I should just go."

"Not a chance." She tugged you towards the hub, "You just sit right here and I'll get you some water."

You sit in one of the office chairs and slouch back into it trying to take up as little space as possible. Bridget came backi a moment later with a bottle of water and a North Face jacket you recognized as one of Jacks. The ED was always chilly and you were grateful for the warmth and familiar scent as you shrugged into the slightly too big jacket.

Outside you hear the sirens as the ambulance arrives and Jack appears out of nowhere in full work mode.

You hated doctors, but this one you think, this one you certainly didn't mind.

From your chair behind the counter you watched as he quick stepped down the hall and as terrible as felt and as much as you didn't want to be here, it was kind of fun to see that side of him. The confident, collected and in charge Dr. Jack Abbot was the exception.

Jack sees you on his way by and even in the midst of chaos while calling our orders he takes half a second to catch your eye and give you just a hint of a smile without missing a beat.

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"Hey sweetheart," Jack says softly as he approaches and squats down in front of you, "C'mere." He pulls the chair closer so he can take a good look at you. He hasn't seen you all week and he feels like shit because you look miserable. He gives your leg a squeeze as he stands, ignoring the way his knees catch and pop, "Bridget, can you get a,"

"Six is all set up for you."

Jack gives her smile and a nod as he takes your elbow to help you stand up. While one hand never leaves your elbow he grabs a tablet with the other and guides you into the room.

"Don't forget to leave that door open Dr. Abbot!" Bridget teases from behin.

You turn to give her a look and then Jack, "Is there an HR complaint or something I should know about?"

Bridget snorts behind you as Jack just gives you both a side eye. He pinches your side and nudges you to keep walking, "Policy. No male doctors alone in rooms with female patients."

"Lame, next you're going to tell me we're not allowed to sneak off to have a quickie int the on call room like on Greys Anatomy."

Bridget laughs louder behind you and Jack just gives you a look.

You give him a wink and a little smile but the urge to laugh triggers another coughing fit and reminds you that you're not just here to say hi.

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In the exam room he helps you out of your jacket and up to sit on the bed. "I didn't check in or anything."

Abbot leaned against the counter, "Had Bridget sign you in." He gave you a soft smile as he watched you try not to fidget. He pulled up your patient file and had to bite the inside of his cheek because there was something about putting his own name in as your emergency contact that still got him. More and more he also found himself thinking about seeing his last name there instead of yours. He also couldn't wait to get you on his TRICARE because your employers health insurance fucking sucks. "You okay if I do everything myself?"

When you nod he can see that you're still anxious.

He puts in your info. He knows your personal information, height and weight, your medical history, he knows your anxiety meds dosage and all. "Your period started last Sunday right?" He smirks at you when you still blush but nod. He checks the box next to sexually active, he entertained the thought of asking you just to see you blush a little more, then types in 'partner vasectomy' in the line by birth control method.

Once everything was filled in he set the tablet down and washes his hands in the sink. He forgoes the gloves because it's you. Part of him wants to be able to feel you, part of him knows his touch will feel better for you than the latex.

He feels a little weird taking your temperature and bp because holy shit it has been a long time since he hasn't had a nurse to do the initial work up. Jack rests the back of his fingers against your forehead while he waits for a temp. "Little high." He says softly, long before the thermometer gave him a read out and showed he was correct. Your temperature is a little high. "Okay so far?" He asks as he puts the machine away and catches your eye. His fingers stroking up and down your forearm.

You nod, "You'd make a good nurse." You tease and then cover your mouth as another chest racking cough takes over.

The quip makes him crack a grin as he rubs your back through the coughing fit. "I'm going to listen to your lungs okay?" He waits for your nod before he pulls his stethoscope down and catches the way your eyes track the routine action and the way his forearms flex with the movement. "Ok, sit up straight for me and take a couple deep breaths." He goes through the motions, front and back, listening to your lungs and frowing. He rubs your back while he's still standing close and whispers, "Good girl." He drapes his stethoscope around his neck again as you cough and fight through a shuddery breath. "You take anything in the last few hours?"

"No," You shake your head, "Had a feeling you were going to make me come in."

"I won't make you do anything hon, you know that."

"You know what I mean." You're so tired that the urge to lean into him.

He sees it and nods, give you another smile, "I'm going to take a look at your throat okay?" When he grabs the scope and a tongue depressor he steps up in front of you and pauses. The two of you lock eyes for a second and he shakes his head, "Don't make me say it."

You bite your lip and try not to laugh because you know it'll just make you cough. "Make you say what Dr. Abbot?" You know Jack is unflappable, often stoic wilth a killer poker face, and your dislike for doctors aside, you enjoy that you can make this one blush just that little bit.

Jack never does say it, but the look he gives you says plenty. So does the way he smooths the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip when he's done. He sets the tools down on the tray, "Head up for me, just going to feel right here." The way he holds your neck, feels for swelling, is so clinical and second nature that he wouldn't think anything of it if he hadn't seen the way your eyes flickered. So, sue him if his touch lingered a little, or if he traced the line of your throat with his thumb just to see those pretty eyes flutter one more time.

He know he shouldn't be standing between your legs like he is, and he sure as hell shouldn't set his hand on your thigh when he says, "I'm going to call for a chest x-ray."

"What? Why?" Your panic rises, the anxiety back in full force.

The hand on your leg squeezes and then he slowly begins to stroke his knuckles over the top of your thigh in a soothing, repetitive motion. "You're okay, just want to be safe. Your lungs sound like trash and I just want to rule out pneumonia." He appreciates the ability to be straighforward and say things more bluntly than normal. He also appreciates that you trust him enough to calm down quickly. "I'll set you up with a nebulizer while you wait, going to help you breathe a little easier. I'm going to pull some labs too." He reiterates, "Just to be safe."

You try not to fidget while he preps the needle and the blood tubes.

"You're okay hon, it's just one poke. I'm good at this promise." He gives you and wink. "You want me to hold your hand?"

You scoff which turns into a cough, "Don't you need both hands?"

Jack shrugs, looks you in the eye, "I can do it with one."

"Please don't."

With another wink he sets your arm where he needs it, "Quick and easy I promise." Each touch is long and slow, smooth and lingering. He uses every ounce of practice and skill he possesses to make it as painless as possible for you. "There you go." He strokes the sting of the needle away with his thumb until you finally look his way again.

Brdget knocks and pokes her head in, "Respiratory is here."

Jack nods and looks back to you, "Big, deep breaths on that until radiology comes down with the portable, okay?" He tips your chin up for a kiss, but you hesitated.

"I'm gross."

"Don't give a shit." He gives you a quick kiss and strokes his thumb over your brow. "I'll be back to check on you soon as I can." One more kiss, to your forehead this time and then he's on his way out of the room. As he passes he gives Bridget a look.

"What?" She plays along, tries not to smirk, "I didn't see anything."

Once Jack is out of the room Bridget helped you get comfy on the bed with a blanket fresh out of the warmer.

"You know, I don't understand why the patient satisfaction is so low around here."

"Sweetie, the only satisfaction that man gives two shits about, is yours."

After a beat you both break into a laugh which triggers another coughing fit. Taking that as their cue RT came in to set you up on the nebulizer. Then all you could do was wait.

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After that Jack got busy again and you tried to tamp down the anxiety as the minutes dragged on,as you finished the nebulizer treatment, as radiology came and went. There was little worse in your opinion than laying alone in a hospital bed, but Jack had been right the nebulizer had helped your breathing and you were coughing less.

The longer you were in there the more you actually began to wonder about those terrible patient satisfaction scores everyone was always complaining about because every single person you had come into contact with that night had seemed to go above and beyond. The rad tech, the respiratory tech, every single nurse that stopped in to check on you. You were beginning to wonder if there wasn't some sort of big, red alert by your name that said; "ABBOT"S GIRLFRIEND DON'T FUCK IT UP".

A soft knock at the door startled you out of your thoughts and you sit up a little more as Jack comes in.

"How ya feelin'?"

"Ready to go home."

"I know hon." He props a him on the edge of your bed and rubs your leg through the blanket, "Rads and your bloodwork came back. Bronchitis. Just a little infection in your bronchial tubes, right here," He gestures to the general area on his own chest, "Usually takes care of itself if you take it easy."

You nod, "Which… I did not do."

He gives your calf a squeeze and his lips tick up in a smirk, "No, you did not. Which is why I'm sending you home with a goodie bag full of meds which you will take until they're gone. And, when I say home, I mean my house. Ellis is writing you up a doctors order right now to send to your boss."

"Jack…"

Completely unphased he continues, "While you're at my place for the next few days you will do as little as possible. Am I clear?"

You looked up at him, "Is this the part where I'm supposed to say yes sir and salute?"

Jack relaxes as soon as the words are out of your mouth. He shakes his head slightly and smooths his hand over your leg again, "Sorry." He meets your gaze and softens his expression, "Just promise me you'll take it easy. Let me take care of you."

With a slight cough you reached out for his hand, and smiled as he took it, stroked his thumb over the back of your knuckles. "I'm willing to bet you're not the greatest patient either, so you can't give me that much shit."

That gets him to smile, "Ready to go home?"

"Yes please."

Jack helps you sit up and slide out of the hospital bed, then helps you back into his jacket. "Ok, go home, my place," he emphasizes, "Take a good hot shower, take your meds and go to bed." He goes to guide you out of the room, but you tug him to a stop. "What's wrong?"

You bit your lip, "Thank you." Your voice was soft and a little apologetic.

For just a minute there was no hint of Dr. Abbot, he was just your boyfriend Jack. "C'mere." He pulled you in close and wrapped you in a hug, pressed a kiss to the top of your head. He chuckled, pressed another kiss to your temple and whispered, "See, coming to the doctor isn't so bad is it?"

You smile besides yourself and lean into him, "Depends on the doctor."

He walked you out to the hub and one of the nurses caught him right away, "We have a shooting victim eight minutes out."

Just like that Dr Abbot was back. "Ok set up trauma one, someone call OR give them a heads up." He turned back to you and softened, "I'll see you at home." Even in the middle of his ED, trauma en route, Jack gave you a smile and a quick kiss. "Go get some rest."

You nodded and watched as he turned to get back to work. Then with a smile of your own you turned to Bridget, "So, when do I get to fill out that patient satisfaction survey?"

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[dolliestfairy]

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 ࿐ೀ

Jason Voorhees, Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, & Michael myers with Fem!Reader who is a Victoria Secret Models ✧ 𓏲๋ ⊹ ֢

𑁍 Tw : Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Denial, Insecurities, Mentions of Killing someone/murdering somebody, the word 'rotten' and 'blood'. Mostly fluff. Reader Skintone is Unannounced.

❁ Authors&Note ; THIS TAKE WAY TOO LONG CUS I'M SO FCKING LAZY 'M SO SORRYY 😭 but yea i tried my best... what do you think? i'll make part two if you like this one :) check out my Masterlist to see more stuff like this with different fandoms and community! happy reading fairies 🧚🏻‍♀️𓏲๋ ⊹ ֢

ִֶָ 𖥔 ࣪ Jason Voorhees

• absolutely loved you with all of his dead heart and soul.

• and worship you as well, i mean how couldnt he? you're just soo beautiful! your beauty can even melt his own rotten heart.

• now we know that jason is a very insecure big boy, and sometimes he felt insecure and disgust at himself because he often thinks about the untruth that he doesnt deserve to have someone as pretty as you.

• now if you see him acting like this.. please reassure him that he's enough, because truth to be told; he really need it. he is just shy... you know?..

• but besides his insecurities he is absolutely over the heels for you, he also really support your carrier and would def 100% killed for you.

• if someone tryng to take down your carrier just tell him and he'll rip their heads off their own body.

• and again; this was all just for you, the only person he would love besides his mother, ever.

ִֶָ 𖥔 ࣪ Vincent sinclair

• 'another draw insipration huhhh?' thats what this big 'ol boy thoughts about you when he first saw you.

• absolutely would die & killed for you. and let me tell you this guy is also has a mad respect for you.

• its like princess treatment you know.. anything you want he'll gave you it.. you want a new beautiful wax sculpture of yours? no problem baby.. he'll make it for you just gave him 1 weeks! you want something but its outside of the city? no problem! bo would do it for him. if he doesnt want to? lester would be the one.

• loves seeing you pose for yourself. it really gave him more ideas. he sometimes love to think of you in a different type of clothes.

• also loooove your confiedence, really boost his energy. his place was usually has this gloomy and just plain walls and floor with a rotten blood scent 'dancing' through his room, but once you step your feet in then the atmosphere would just like.. change for the better.

• he is actually kind of insecure about himself, but everyday he get better and better once he got those bless-kisses from you into his cheeks, and he freeaking loves it!

ִֶָ 𖥔 ࣪ Bo Sinclair

• really cocky about it at first...

• but then turns out he was actually obsessed with you.

• he doesnt want to admit it though.. Hell, he would rather bury his own self alive than admitting his feelings towards you.

• its just that he felt like the feelings "love" is making him vulnerable and he just seems those as something as uneccesary and a waste of time.

• thats what he thought until he felt like he cant take it anymore as he just angrily confessed his feelings towards you with like zero preparations at all like it was all just... happen.

• this guy is a weirdo, but would never admit it anyway. and yeah... he likes you, a lot. but again.. He Would Never Say This Out Loud.

ִֶָ 𖥔 ࣪ Michael Myers

• doesnt really understand about the concept of those thing called "Victorian secret" you worked to.

• until he start observe and observe and observe.. stalking and stalking here and there.. trying to find the explanation.

• and when he finally got it, it was all just make sense to it. i mean you're a very irresistable person and it left him feeling so Struck-eye.

• but he would never admit this...

• it doesnt change anything at all tbh, the way he show about how much he loves you is that he doesnt hurt or even killed you.

• instead, at some rare occasion, you'll find yourself in your room with a strange yet pretty stuff besides it where it was covered in blood and shits.

• and yeah thats how this big dude show his scary intimidating love towards you <3 he's also always sometimes watching you sleep at night. i know its kinda creepy but uh.. at least he doesnt try to hurt you ig?.............

[panelshowsource]

i have a lot of episode requests i'm working on so i'll make another post with those shortly!

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this is such a fun question — i wish i had an answer! most of my "conspiracy theories" have more to do with certain comedians being misunderstood (in both good and bad ways), as people tend to want to like who they like and hate who they hate out of selfishness that is somewhat at odds with reality. at times. like, for example, not a lot of people want to talk about how many comedians actually didn't like sean lock at all in the early 00s because of how cutthroat and competitive he was on panel shows (mock the week flashbacks, anyone?); we don't enjoy thinking about that because, as fans, we all like sean and think he was a hilarious, honest, decent person. i could talk more about this but tbh defending someone i think people misunderstand or tearing down someone people love is kinda...not the kind of discourse i'm trying to do on this website 😅 anyways, that's where most of my theories lie (that and dating theories? maybe?), but that's not enough to call them conspiracy theories ig? this isn't a conspiracy theory, right? because i so passionately believe everything i said there hahahaha

do you have any you'd share? 👀🌀

i think argumental is probably the most underrated to me, because as much as...no one...talks about shows like duck quacks don't echo and rhod gilbert's growing pains, they've had enough high-profile or just popular-within-britcom guests that people have checked them out even for just one specific episode. but i feel like no one has watched argumental!!!!!!! which, i get it, it's a lot of straight white guys standing around doing fake mainsplaining lol (please remember that before, like, 5 years ago, that's about all panel shows were) but i think the premise of impromptu debate is really funny, some of the formats really bamboozle the debaters which leads to funny banter and improv, and it was so fun to see sean lock in menace mode as host 😋

i can't say it's the best ever made or anything — because, like series like there's something about movies (jennifer saunders i love you!!!!), rob beckett's smart tv, etc it's just two opposite panels answering kinda boring questions — but if you love david tennant and i know you do because everyone rightly does then you should try comedy world cup! he's such a wonderful host and there are a lot of panel show faves as guests

and on the topic of meh-to-decent formats with A+ hosts and big name panels, have you ever tried was it something i said or insert name here? they each have their moments for sure, i think a lot of people wanted to see wisis come back (maybe we're all just obsessed with david 🤷‍♀️)

you MUST listen to the unbelievable truth if you haven't, it's such a stellar radio show

another required panel experience is the recent series guy mont spelling bee and i'm holding a gun to your head when i say this watch it and watch it right now

as many of you know i'm not a fan of a league of their own but the road trip series are def some of the better episodes so if you like the panelists you can check that out for sure

does that help a little? tbh most of what i WANT to recommend isn't panel shows but scripted series or tangential reality shows (like travel man), but you asked about panel shows specifically so i stuck with them!

i haven't, and i surprise myself because lily savage was so iconic and i am sure i scrolled past her era a bunch of times back in the day. i'd give it a try if an episode had the right amalgamation of guests, so i'll check it out!!

omg there are so many moments from so many series — and i added quite a few to these random panel shows moments posts i did last year so i'll try not to repeat myself — but let me rack my brain real quick...

as i always say THIS is my favourite wilty clip ever and i stand by that

david the tortoise

yoshi the actual tortoise

"if this turns out to be a lie you are a shamless little light entertainer"

tell 'em david!! cuz she really does have horrible views lol

the elephant :/

for the last six months i've been secretly liasing with david's wife behind his bak

obviously the horse story

omg and the THERE'S NOOOOOO UNIVERSITY story

and on the topic of classics this was always my bob mortimer fave maybe because of the genuine awe of the panel in the end lol

and on the topic of genuine awe definitely this one

this miles jupp car crash

bermuda

i love rhod's potato tattoo and it's so funny that denise is like 'why have you got that??' so sincerely she was so astounded lmaooo

i was genuinely invited to harry and megan's wedding today but i said no because i had to come here and do this

i once shared a tent in kent with susie dent

another recent fave is this adorable one<3

oh man anon there are soooo many more maybe i can work on a masterpost of both funny moments funny whole lies/truths, or a youtube video or something (i said i'd get back into making videos). did i mention even one of your faves?? hehehe

omg anon you must watch this if you haven't the ben whishaw obsession is NOT a drill

he also talks about it in his book!

god he's so relatable

OMG I DID the nostalgia...

the way they didn't want to just talk about popworld but they didn't go one whole minute without saying popworld hahahaha they're soooooo cute

richard the popworld horse mentioned!!!!!!!

miquita being a whole child when she got cast for popworld, like it's so wild to think about

"has it been clear from what we've discussed that i'm a reclusive genius and master of cinema?" + "we pretended to be pretentious directors in berets...and i have become that guy now"

i know they were 98% kidding but the 2% of them that would go through with the popworld baby?? CAN YOU IMAGINE

you can't be surprised that a guy who wears false teeth in the name of absurd comedy for a living enjoyed a film about a man who wears false teeth in the name of absurd comedy!

a friend of mine gifted me a while of nordvpn, so that's what i've been using lately, but it depends what you need a vpn for. for example, if you're torrenting and need to seed content (for ratios or whatever), you'll need something with port forwarding like airvpn. if you're just trying to find something to switch between countries' netflixes or abuse streaming services, surfshark is very popular but i'd say expressvpn comes more highly recommended. once you pick the vpn you'd like to use, it's easy to find tutorials on youtube!

aww you're too kind 🥹🫂

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[libraryofgage]

Steddie PJO AU Part One

One (1) person asked for this, and it was only after I told them I'd had an idea, so, like, fuck it we ball.

The parents of the various kids will be revealed as the series goes on, but I'll look forward to your guesses along the way!

Also, I haven't read the books in a hot fucking minute, but the trailer has had me in a chokehold. This is written more for fun than anything else, so just shut off your brain and enjoy the ride without thinking about accuracy. You'll love it, I promise!

As always, if you see any typos no you didn't ;)

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With a low, frustrated growl, Eddie tears a page out of his notebook, crumples it into a ball, and throws it on the floor of his tent. All he gets for his troubles is another page of lyrics underneath the first that fail to actually do what he wants. "Fucking shit prophecy," he mutters, tearing that page out, too.

It hits the ground right as Chrissy pokes her head into the tent. She watches it bounce once before settling on the ground. "How's the songwriting?" she jokes, letting the tent's flap fall shut behind her.

"Bad," Eddie says, dropping the notebook and standing. He glares at the paper balls and kicks one away. "Just as bad as the prophecy itself."

"Aww, it's not that bad," Chrissy says, walking a little closer and playfully punching Eddie's arm. Her smile is bright enough to make Eddie feel like he needs sunglasses, and that isn't even because Chrissy's father is Apollo. That's just all her. "At least your prophecy doesn't promise, you know, horrible death."

Eddie scoffs, turning to look at Chrissy as he gestures at his Def Leppard shirt and torn jeans and chunky rings and general metalhead vibe. "Do I look like someone who should be getting that prophecy?" he asks.

He doesn't wait for her to answer before scrunching his face and reciting in a high, mocking voice, "You shall witness an unfair fight between land and sky where feathers with great reluctance fly. And as the sun is shining bright, you shall be swaying in the moon's sweet light."

By the time he's done, he's clasped his hands and held them up to his face with an exaggerated doe-eyed expression. Eddie drops it the moment he finishes, his nose scrunching in disgust as he rolls his eyes. "I have a reputation to uphold, Chrissy."

She doesn't take his complaints seriously. Instead, Chrissy rolls her eyes and sits on the edge of Eddie's cot. "Sure, sure, you're too cool for anything good to happen to you. Still, you might be better off if you didn't try turning that prophecy into something angry."

Eddie huffs, kicks another paper ball, and drops to a crouch next to the cot. After a few seconds, he begrudgingly admits, "Yeah, maybe."

Chrissy sympathetically pats his head, her touch warm and light, and smiles at him. "In other news, we've got another retrieval request for you," she says.

"Oh, boy, work."

"C'mon, you enjoy them," Chrissy says, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a folded piece of paper. "A cyclops sighted some demigod kids running around with, well, she wasn't sure if he was also a demigod or not. But they won't be safe long when they're clustered together like that, so, go bring 'em back."

She passes Eddie the piece of paper and watches as he unfolds it and frowns at the two words written there: "Athens, Tennessee."

"Are you kidding me? That's so cliche," Eddie says.

"Yeah, but at least it's not California or something."

"Thank fuck for small miracles," Eddie mutters, folding up the paper again and shoving it into his pocket.

Looks like he's got packing to do.

The sun is shining, birds are tweeting, and a cool wind is blowing across the park. Steve lets out a slow breath, his shoulders starting to relax as he leans against a tree and watches Will and Lucas lay out a few blankets, Mike and Dustin get into an argument about the scale proportions of the Parthenon, and Max, Erica, and El throw a frisbee between them.

It's been a long month, one that seemed to be filled with more running and near-death experiences than they're used to. And they're used to a lot of running and near-death experiences.

So, taking a day to just relax in the park sounded great when El suggested it, but Steve had still hesitated. Who knows what could find them if they linger in a park too long. When he voiced these concerns, the kids just banded together to convince Steve, and he relented when they compromised on him bringing the nail bat along.

"Steve, do you wanna lay down?" Lucas asks, gesturing to the blankets. Will is already there, stretched out and smiling up at a rainbow stretching across the sky.

Steve joins them, pulls a Bluetooth speaker out of one of the backpacks holding the blankets down, and connects his phone. Music starts playing, and he sprawls across a blanket, pillowing his head on his arms and taking in the sunshine. "You know, this is nice," he says.

"Yeah. We should do this more often," Will whispers, nearly drowned out by the grass rustling in the breeze.

Between the breeze and the music, Steve starts to drift off, his breathing evening out as his mind wanders. He's half asleep when he hears Dustin shout, "It's a fucking one-to-one asshole!"

His words are quickly followed by Mike shouting back, "Who gives a shit?!"

Steve sighs and adds his own voice to the mix. "Stop fighting!"

"Yeah, guys, stop fighting," Max says, and Steve can imagine her tongue sticking out at them as he hears Erica snort.

"Oh, fuck you," Dustin shoots back.

"That's it!" Steve announces, sitting up and glaring at the kids. "Get over here."

His voice leaves no room for argument, and he'd feel bad at how the kids deflate if he didn't already know they're all menaces. Once he's got all seven kids on the blankets, he sighs and says, "Look, guys, let's not fight. How about we all just sit here for a bit, enjoy the breeze, and then we'll go get lunch."

The kids glance at each other, a silent conversation that Steve barely follows passing between them before Mike nods. "Yeah, sure, I guess."

"Great, now, just re--"

"Oh, how cute!"

The sudden, saccharine voice sets Steve's entire body on edge. He slowly looks over his shoulder, staring at the middle-aged woman smiling down at them. Something about her is familiarly off, but he tries to give her the benefit of the doubt. So, Steve flashes a charming smile and asks, "Hi, can I help you with something?"

The woman's smile turns a little sharp, and she shakes her head. "Oh, no, I just had to commend you on your ability to round up these kids like that," she explains.

Steve hums and pushes himself up, keeping a hold on his bat so he can rest the end on the ground and lean on it. He feels more than sees the kids start to shift until they're behind him. "Well, thanks. Did you want advice or something on caring for your own kids?" he asks.

She laughs, short and grating on Steve's ears, and then tilts her head not unlike a bird. "No, no. It's just impressive that you've managed to keep them alive for so long," she says, her voice distorting and becoming shriller as she speaks.

Yep. There it is.

"Wow, that's even faster than usual," Lucas says.

He's right, which just makes Steve even more upset. Can he not get more than fifteen minutes of peace? Can he not just lay back and enjoy the sunshine without worrying about some monster coming after his kids? Can he not fucking relax for once?

Steve feels the frustration build and build in his chest, crackling through him until he's ready to burst, and he stands up straighter. "I'll give you one warning," he says, his voice low as he watches feathers sprout from the woman's skin. "You walk away right now, and I won't beat the shit out of you."

The woman, who seems to be mostly bird by now and is probably a harpy, just laughs again, like Steve's told her the funniest joke she's ever heard. "You? Defeat me?" she asks, her eyes roaming over Steve before she laughs again. "I am worse than your nightmares. I have eaten more demigods than you can count. I have feasted on their screams and crunched their bones between my teeth, and I look forward to doing the same with these children. What could a lone son of some lesser god possibly do to stop me?"

From behind him, Steve hears a few of the kids inhale sharply, an almost sympathetic sound. "Well, she's done it now," Erica says.

"Yes. Steve is going to kill her," El agrees, her voice soft and brushing against Steve's ears like a tiny snake.

And yeah, they're right. Maybe Steve would have just beaten her unconscious and then gotten the hell out of dodge, but now she's threatened his kids. She's lost any chance at mercy from him.

With a twirl of his bat and a vicious grin, Steve rolls his shoulders back and says, "Wanna find out, overgrown chicken?" he asks.

He doesn't even bother waiting for an answer before swinging his bat, the nails dragging across the harpy's chest and ripping a shriek from her. Now that Steve is thinking about it, violence is also a great way to relieve stress, and he's certainly not going to look a gift harpy in the mouth.

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[a-french-coconut]

I like to think that Malcolm Pace looks like a total nerd but can and will beat the shit of you.

He's Athena's son with Ares' mindset.

He thinks a little about the plan of action, then decide that the best one is punching his way through.

There's no invisibility trick like Annabeth's. Sure, he might do a sneak attack but Malcolm will charge right at his enemies. Having in mind their weaknesses and how to exploit them, of course.

But whereas his siblings might wait to have a solid victory plan before engaging, Malcom is more in the "I'll figure out the details later" mindset.

When he gets into a fight with another camper ?

He's def not going to be the biggest person and try to solve it with words. Nah, he'll gut-punch them instantly.

Drew cheering on the side, telling him to go wild while Connor tells him to aim for jaw next only encourage him.

On that note, Drew, Malcolm and Connor are a bunch of mean girls and I will die on that hill.

Not "I'll plunge your head in the toilet" type but rather the ones seating on a bench and judging whoever passes by them.

Drew makes faces at people's outfit.

Connor laughs when someone trips (then he helps them up because he's a trained older brother despite himself being the younger one)

And Malcolm has an incredibly arrogant stare that screams "I'm better than you in every way". That's not his fault though, it's an Athena's trait. It has also something to do with fact that he's the uncontested winner of chess at Camp. Nobody ever managed to beat him.

(Except Connor.)

(But he cheated. So it doesn't count.)

How it happened below :

Connor has a simple ideology.

If he sees victory at his front step, he'll open the door.

"Aha !" He said smugly, trapping Malcolm's king with his queen and rook. "Checkmate."

"You just moved your rook diagonally." Malcolm said drily, giving him a flat look. "The rook moves horizontally and vertically."

And if the door happened to have lock, as archaic rules that structured the entire game, Connor was a son of Hermes. It was his divine heritage to waddle around it.

"My rook is just better than your rooks."

Malcolm's right eye twitched. It was a telltale sign that he was about to deck the nearest person. In this case, it was Connor himself.

Which meant he should probably stop. Take back his rook. And continue the game as it should be played.

But he had opened the door. And what a bad host he would be to close it into victory's face ! Very improper of him as the son of travellers.

Connor leaned back on his chair, gesturing loosely at the game. "I won that fair and square."

Malcolm's eye twitched again.

Connor bolted out of the Athena Cabin and Malcolm followed him just as fast.

They passed by Will Solace and upon his questioning gaze, Connor took it as his duty to enlighten him.

"He's just mad I beat him at chess !" He screamed, then snickered loudly at Malcolm's indignant squawk.

"YOU CHEATED !"

End of how it happened.

Now of course, rumour spread and soon, everybody at Camp thought Connor had beaten Malcolm at chess.

And he just loooves to to tease him about it.

"Hey, Drew." Connor swung an arm around her shoulders nodding towards Malcolm who was reading a book about aerodynamics, but right within earshot. "Do you wanna hear about how I beat Malcolm at Chess ?"

And woah. Connor's pretty sure he just heard the book spine snap.

Malcolm looked at him with murderous intent. "You cheated."

Connor shrugged. "Says you. And even I did, who care about the details. Right ?" He asked the daughter of Aphrodite.

Drew rolled her eyes, and popped out a her bubble gum. "Nerds. Play strip poker next time."

"I hate the both of you." Malcolm grumbled, face disappearing behind the book under Connor and Drew cackles echoing in the air.

[spidernuggets]

I was listening to Matilda by Harry Styles and...

Can I ask something about the reader living in a toxic environment or having a toxic family but seeing it as normal, until she meets Jason and he makes her see that it's actually not normal?

Only if you feel comfortable writing it tho 🥲💗

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Note: I LOVEEE this request. It gives me the opportunity to show the little things in a toxic environment/family that are DEF mentally unhealthy, but it can be played off as, idk the word, normal, or not a big deal.

Reader's back story: Reader grew up with a family where there's always a lot of petty disagreements but always leads to being yelled at. Reader was also raised to respect others, but hypocritically, her parents don't show that same level. So when they yell at her, she doesn't say anything back, she doesn't talk back or defend herself etc etc. But the day after, her parents "apologise", Reader accepts, but the apology means fuck all because her parents always makes the same mistakes and the cycle continues.

"Fucking hell! Can you just fucking leave me alone!" Jason yells after climbing through the fire escape. He just came back after a rough mission and is in no mood.

You ran up to him, trying to give him a hug, and at first, he lightly pushed you away, but poor you didn't get the memo and tried to give him a sweet kiss on the cheek.

Jason really didn't mean to lash out on you. During the mission, he got scolded by Dick and got punched across the jaw by Bruce. He also failed the mission anyway. And honestly, all that time wasted when he could've been in your arms instead pissed him off more.

But now that he's here with you, he doesn't seem like he's in the mood to be held by you. He just wants everything to be quiet. Except, now he's the one being loud.

"I'm sorry, Jay, I just-"

"Y/n, please, just shut up for five minutes because I don't think my head can last another second with you!" He storms away, taking an extra pillow and blanket and goes to sleep on the couch. You let him leave, knowing he'll be better in the morning.

This was the first time Jason had raised his voice to you. But it was fine.

You woke up to the feel on fingers running through your hair and light, damp kisses on your nose. You twist and turned and groaned at the feeling, wishing for more sleep.

"Wake up, sweet thing. Please?" You heard a deep, raspy voice ask.

You barely opened your eyes but made out the figure in front of you. Jason was on his knees, kneeling beside your bed with roses and your favourite candies in his hand.

"Mm.. Jay?" You groaned once more, trying to sit up while rubbing your eyes open. "Special occasion?" You groggily asked.

Jason looks at you slightly confused. "What? No.. no, I just wanted to say I'm.. I'm sorry. I acted like an asshole last night, a major asshole. Scream at me, hit me, do whatever. Please, please forgive me," he whines, looking down while presenting the gifts to you. He tenses up as you stay silent. When he looks up, your head is tilted, accompanied by a questioning look on your face. "And.. And I told Bruce that I'm taking the week off. I'll take you out on dates, wherever you want to go, I'll buy you everything you want." At this point, he'd give his soul to Trigon just for you to forgive him.

Slowly, you take the candies and roses from him. "That's really sweet, Jay.. but.. why?" Now it was Jason's turn to look at you in confusion and disbelief.

"What- What do you mean why? I was a bastard last night! I told you to shut up, I told you to leave me akone! I left you alone in bed last night!" In all realness, the moment Jason sat on the couch, he thought you indirectly broke up with him and left. He didn't expect you to be in bed. So he ran to the closest ooen shop and bought you all your favourite candies.

"Oh..." You pondered, looking at the pretty petals in your hands. "It's okay, Jay. Don't worry about it, it's fine," you smiled.

Jason frowned. You were smiling. Genuinely smiling at him. As if nothing happened. As if what he did wasn't wrong. "What? It's not- It's not fine. How can you say that?"

"Well, you're sorry, yeah? So everything is good," you try to hold your hand in his, but the contact made him flinch. It's like Jason is getting angry for you.

"No. No, everything's NOT good. Why are you acted as if I didn't just fully disrespect you last night? Why are you acting as if nothing happened? What if I yell at you like that again, huh? It wouldn't be fine!" Jason doesn't understand why you think everything is fine.

"I mean.. If you say sorry, then you're sorry," you shortly explain.

"Were you always like this?" He quietly asks, holding your hands, caressing them with his thumbs. "A lot of the times, sorry isn't enough. Why- Why do you forgive so easily?" There's a plead in Jason's eyes. Through his life, he's always done so much wrong. He always lost people. Forgiveness was a foreign thing to him. But the fact that you gave no second thought into forgiving him had him worried.

You look down in such shame. You don't really know. But then you think back to when you were a kid. Back to when you reached out to pour some juice in your cup, but then you knocked over your dad's glass of water, and it smashed all over the ground.

You were eight. You were eight when your dad started yelling at you, asking why you were incompetent. You were crying and didn't hear your dad saying you had nothing to cry over.

Later in the night, your mom went to you, telling you your dad had a rough night, and he didn't mean to take it out on you. Then your dad walked in, kneeled, and said he was sorry. He said he'd never say anything like that to you ever again. And you forgave him. Because you were eight, and you believed that he was sorry.

To this day, you still weren't sure if he was sorry. Because he always noticed the small mistakes you made and lash out on you. Your mom did this, too. But the two of them always crawled back, asking for forgiveness, telling you they didn't mean it, promising it would never happen again.

The one time you tried to defend yourself, it just ticked them off even more. So, every time they raised their voices, your own stayed silent. You'd just wait for them to take out their harsh emotions on you, and you'd just wait for them with their routine of apologies, you'd just wait for the next time they gave out to you.

Maybe you're projecting this method onto Jason. You already knew how much of a hot head he is. But you still don't know. His apology seemed more alive than your parents'.

But, still. It was the same. 'I'll never do it again.' 'I'm sorry.'

The difference was.. was Jason WANTED you to be angry with him. Maybe that's what was missing. A chance to secure yourself. A chance to fight back. A chance to respect yourself.

"I don't know.." You whisper, too tired to lift your head to look at him.

"Hey.." He gently calls out, his finger under your chin, tilting your head up. "I'm not saying forgiveness is a bad thing. But you need to be angry about certain things. About me. Not everything is sunshine and rainbows. Just because someone says they're sorry, it doesn't mean they actually are. Except for me. I'm so, so sorry. Like, if I were you right now, I'd probably dump my ass." His last statement made you giggle ever so slightly.

"There's my girl," he says, one of his hands reaching up to hold her cheek, squishing it gently. "Next time I make a dick move, be angry. Yell at me, hit me. Threaten to dump me. That'll definitely make me feel real sorry." He smiles.

You let out a chuckle, turning your face to kiss the rough palm of his hand. "Okay," you mumbke through his hold.

Are my fics getting shorter and shorter each time? That's my worst fear.

ANYWAYS, I genuinely hope this problem makes sense!!! It's light, but as I said, it's unhealthy!!

Very very very very much hope that you've enjoyed, Anon 🙏🙏

[cowboyfromh3ll]

AHHHH FANTASTIC!!!!!!

okay so , I'll just send one for kieran.. I LOVE SEEING OTHeR PEOPLE WRITE FOR HIM BECAUSE I DO SO MUCH :) <3

so for a request, maybe it's after kieran gets off the tree, and the reader (either gender neutral or fem but its up to you! <3) notices he has a slight limp and he complains about his back hurting a bunch, so the reader is like

"well why don't you come to my tent tonight and i'll help you out?" and kieran (reluctantly) agrees , and supposedly he's just getting a back massage

so in the evening he goes to readers tent, they/she has a lantern and a bottle of oil and shes like "go on and take off your shirt", SEEMINGLY innocently (and it'd be better tbh if they/she didn't ACTUALLY have any intentions)

so he does and they start giving him a back massage, maybe straddling the back of his thighs as they do so and at first its quiet, and it feels SO. SO good and kieran moans by accident

and, they're like.. 😳 okay.. but they keep going and say nothing , and things start getting a bit more tense when he keeps moaning and reader feels him squirm and sees him trying to rut his hips into their cot ..

... and things get.. spicy...

THIS IS DEF NOT SELF INDULGENT AND I HOPE ITS NOT TOO MUCH!!!! I HOPE ITS OKAY TO ASK FOR THIS ITS TOTALLY OKAY IF NOT BUT PLEASE I'D LOVE TO SEE THIS AND YOU'RE WRITING IS AMAZING !!! TAKE YOUR TIME <333333 :(

Heaven Is A Bedroom

(Kieran Duffy x Fem!Reader Smut)

I didn't edit this 🖤

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex

Kieran was broken for good, though the weepy, petulant state he occupied for the first few weeks after being tied to the tree did thankfully fade. He’d been starved and humiliated, something you never partook in, but you did occasionally go and chat with him, offering him any food you did have. Admittedly, you had harbored disdain for Kieran initially, looking down on him for his status as an O’Driscoll, but it was only after seeing how pathetic of a state the man truly was in that you began pitying him. Even if others were around to watch you, you would unabashedly go over and clean Kieran up, spoon feeding him what you could, and talking to him about mundane little topics. You also hadn’t been shy about telling anyone who chastised you to fuck off, arguing that you were grown and could do what you wanted. Kieran himself had been hesitant to accept your services, who could blame him, but seeing how you were so passionate about doing it, and how he didn’t have many options, he took what he could from you.

You watched on in slight amusement as Bill terrorized Kieran, a burgeoning sense of annoyance rising in you when you saw him with glowing red shears in his hand. If it were anyone else, you would’ve swatted their hands away, but you did not want to deal with Bill. You couldn’t help but gasp and ogle when they forced Kieran’s pants down. Part of you wanted to yell at them to stop, another part of you wanted to laugh at just how unfortunate the situation was. It seemed as though every time Kieran’s pain and suffering reached its crescendo, it somehow managed to reach infinite more peaks. You dare not look at Kieran for too long, granting him some sort of dignity.

In a matter of minutes, Kieran had managed to find himself relieved from his restraints, being untied so he could lead a few of the men to who knows where. You watched on in vague interest, relieved he had managed to rid the camp of a few of the men. ‘If only he had taken Micah with him’ you thought. Besides your own catty thoughts, you made a mental note of Kieran’s limp. You smiled in excitement at the opening that presented itself to you. Offering a massage to Kieran might be another act of kindness you could grant him, helping him feel more at home. Perhaps Kieran’s hearty reserves of suffering made him pliable enough to accept such an invitation.

After their return to camp, you had been one of the first to hear from Arthur about Kieran’s brave act in saving him. Rather heroic for someone so callus he claimed. The story was quite delightful, certainly affirming the fact that he was deserving of a massage. A prize for such a victory you thought.

“Hey Kieran.” You approached him with a cup of coffee in hand. The way he turned to look at you was akin to a child being caught doing something they weren’t supposed to do, even though he was only brushing the horses.

“Oh, hey, (Name).” His voice cracked with nervous inflection. That same timid pronunciation that made you feel a sense of endearment for him.

“I heard about what you did today.” You smiled while taking a sip of your coffee. “Real brave of ya, saving the life of the camp’s big, strong man.” You giggled, motioning over towards Arthur.

“Yeah well, I feel like if I didn’t then Bill or John would’ve thought I was the one who killed Arthur then killed me…” He said sheepishly. The two of you stood there awkwardly, processing the morbid implications of his remark. Kieran wanted to slap himself.

“But uh, I managed to gain my freedom! In a way, even though I’m not allowed outside of camp, at least I’m not tied to that tree anymore. They almost let me go entirely, but I had to argue with ‘em a bit…” You nodded in understanding. Kieran was right, a decent point of contention was the fact that he saved Arthur’s life. And was riding with the gang not more freeing than the gripping fear of looming death by Colm O’Driscoll himself had he not continued to stay with the gang?

“Well I noticed you were limping there.” You pointed out his awkward gait, circling your finger as you looked at his legs.

“Yeah well, being tied to a tree ain’t too comfortable. My back hurts real bad.” Kieran stretched, and as if on cue, his back cracked painfully loud, causing you to wince.

“Well if you’d like, I can give you a massage.”

The forwardness of your request caused Kieran to choke on his own spit, and you watched on in concern as he gripped his chest, doubling over as he tried to gather himself. His face flushed so hard you thought something might rupture if any more blood arrived.

“If you’d like of course… you don’t gotta… accept.”

“No! No, I mean, I’d appreciate it very much, yes.” He interjected, nodding overzealously. You smiled in satisfaction, nodding to yourself.

“Alright then! I’ll see you in my tent tonight.”

If anyone were around you and heard that sentence they might have thought you were inviting Kieran to sleep with you. Kieran seemed to have had the same thought when he realized how suggestive the invitation sounded, but he did not want to pop your bubble of obliviousness. Nor did he think that’s what you were suggesting anyways. Kieran was at least given something to look forward to that night.

Upon his arrival to your tent, he might as well have been greeted by you stark naked. Because in seeing the low light of the singular oil lamp and the bottle of oil, his mind went straight to the gutter. Though your enthusiasm to help overrode any sensual thoughts he might’ve had. Your wide smile and rosy cheeks looked far too innocent to be entertaining such thoughts.

“Hey Kieran!” You greeted, patting the cot next to you. You rested on your knees, waiting for Kieran to make himself comfortable. He continued to stand at the flaps of your tent in consideration, giving this whole ordeal a second thought. He definitely wanted it, but he had never had this done to him before; he simply didn’t want to embarrass himself. Adding to that, what if this whole proposition was part of some twisted, elaborate prank you had set up with a few of the others to embarrass him.

“Get in here already!” You ushered, dragging him in by the arm, effectively leaving any doubts he had outside the tent. He laughed dryly to himself, feeling his muscles tense up even more. He stood there awkwardly, as if he were instructed to carry out a bank robbery and was sent in without a single instruction; he didn’t know what to do.

“Take off your shirt.” You instructed, opening the bottle of oil and rubbing it on your hands. The glowing light from the lamp gave your hands an orange glow. The instruction caused Kieran’s mind to go to the gutter once again. Shakily, he began unbuttoning the front of his shirt, his eyes darting from his shirt then to you with each button he undid. As more of his torso was revealed, he began to fidget uncomfortably. He felt your eyes boring through his torso as he slid his shirt off hesitantly. After weeks of malnourishment, he had suddenly become incredibly self conscious of his body. He looked back up at you once again and felt a small sense of relief when he saw your smile.

“Alright, now lay down.” You patted the cot once again and moved aside to make room for him to climb on. He grunted as he adjusted himself, letting out a sigh he didn’t know he had been holding when he relaxed his limbs and released his full weight onto the cot. His muscles went rigid when he felt you move onto his back, straddling the back of his thighs and putting your body weight on him.

He pushed himself up with his forearms frantically, looking back at you.

“W-W-Wait what are you doing?!” He swallowed hard, beginning to tremble. He felt as though you might call Bill or Arthur in any second now.

“I’m just getting into position! Relax…” Kieran’s eyes widened when your slipper hands slid onto his shoulders, giving them a squeeze before gently pushing his chest back against the cot again. You realized how much he was trembling, pursing your lips when you realized how much work you had to do.

“Alright…” He tried to relax for you, putting his arms to his side, a gesture of vulnerability that was a milestone for him. He heard you giggle to yourself above him, blowing hot air onto your hands before touching his shoulders once again. You dug your digits into the knots in his shoulders, pressing in circular motions. It took everything in Kieran to not unleash the most embarrassing sounds of his lives.

The massage was undeniably good. You’d first worked on his shoulders, alternating between cupping one of your hands in a c shape and dragging along his traps, to using your thumbs to dig into the muscles. You grimaced when you felt the knots shift beneath your fingers, admittedly becoming a little squeamish. Sometimes you’d even go in with your elbow.

“You’re real tense.” You’d comment, to which he laughed bashfully. “Yeah…”

You reached for the bottle of oil next to your foot, leaning down before unscrewing it and pouring more into your hand. Some of the thick liquid seeped through your fingers and dripped onto Kieran’s lower back, to which he would arch his stomach off the cot momentarily. Your hands traveled from his shoulders down along his dorsi, where you’d form your hands into knuckles and dug them in, dragging them along the muscle. Kieran would let out the occasional curse or hiss, to which you’d both laugh at. But when you began massaging a particularly sore spot, he let out an incipient moan.

You froze; Kieran felt you freeze. You both sat there in a mortified silence as you let the awkwardness from what you’d just heard settle in. You let out a pithy laugh to try and cut the tension, feeling just how rigid Kieran’s thighs had gotten under you.

“You uh, must be really enjoying yourself.” You joked stiffly.

“Yeah…” Was all he could say in return; he sounded incredibly strained.

You continued to massage him in silence, grunting occasionally as you put your weight into working his muscles loose. He let out a few more squeaks and groans out, and eventually you felt Kieran shift under you, and you almost wanted to chastise him and tell him to stay still, when you realized he was rutting into your cot.

You retracted your hands, making varying facial expressions until your jaw opened slightly, eyes widening. He was grinding into your cot. You realized what he was trying to do. You slid off his thighs, confusing him. He looked back at you confused, hoisting himself up on his elbows to look at you.

“What happened?” He asked. Though he wasn’t completely oblivious as to your reasoning. A sense of depreciation began to spread through his shoulders like a cold wind; had he completely weirded you out by moaning. He felt his stomach turn when he saw you sit before him on the ground next to the cot, looking at the ground as you tried to find your words. You eventually found it in yourself to look up at him, opening your mouth to speak, though it would be a moment before you actually said anything.

“Do you… want me to touch you?” You asked.

Kieran laid there and stared at you, bewildered. Did you mean what he thought you meant? Touch how? He wanted to ask, but he didn’t want to sound dumb. Perhaps you just meant keep touching him, as in a massage, but it had already been established that you were allowed to. He turned on the cot to better face you, forgetting himself momentarily and revealing his erection to you. Your eyes moved towards it and remained on it, indicating what you truly meant to Kieran. His breaths became shaky with apprehensiveness as he clenched and unclenched his fists. Slowly he nodded, unable to get the words out. There was an underlying sense of adolescence in the way the two of you were so nervous. Kieran sat up and leaned his back against the tent, scooting over slightly to the left to allow you room to sit next to him. You both carried yourself with uneasiness, not sure how to proceed and move this moment along.

“Uh…can I…?” You trailed off, making an unbuttoning motion with your hand before pointing at his pants. He stared at you before nodding, suddenly feeling his throat become dry. With shaky hands, you undid the front of his jeans, pushing them open before sliding your hand in. Your fingers combed through his pubic hair before you felt his appendage, pausing and giving yourself a mental pep talk before gripping his base. You pulled his cock out slowly, revealing it to yourself. The dim lighting of the tent made it difficult to see clearly, yet you could see his glistening tip when you tugged on his cock. Kieran was sucking in shaky breaths as you studied it, feeling a wave of self consciousness as you kept looking.

“Oh!” You suddenly pulled away, exclaiming excitedly. You reached for the bottle of oil, uncorking it before splashing some more onto your hands carelessly. In your haste, your nightgown staining with the liquid, a problem you would worry about later. He suddenly felt all the more excited watching you lather your hands in the oil, the light shining on them to make them appear waxy and slick. Carefully, you picked up his cock again and slowly slid your hand down his length, reveling in the wanton groan he let out. He threw his head back before lolling it to the side.

“Don’t be too loud…” You hushed. “We don’t wanna get found out!”

The very idea of people knowing caused a shudder to rack through Kieran. He could already imagine the weeks of teasing he’d have to endure. All the terrible phrases and words that would be tossed around. Not to mention, you’d also probably be on the receiving end of some bullying as well. You began stroking his cock, a consistent slick sound becoming distinct with each pump of your hand. You bit your bottom lip in concentration, using the pitch and volume of his moans to pick up on what you should and shouldn’t do. Soon enough, his erection was glistening with a mix of pre cum and oil. You laughed breathlessly, giddy that you were doing this right now.

Excitement replaced apprehension as the two of you continued, and you subsequently allowed Kieran to pull your nightgown off. It took some convincing on your behalf, insisting he was allowed to look and touch, but he eventually worked up the courage to do it. He looked from your breasts back at you as if asking for permission. You nodded with a smile, beckoning his touch. He trembled as he cupped your breasts, seemingly fascinated by the soft globes of flesh in his hands, particularly the feeling of your hardening nipples poking into his palm. He forgot about his erection, insteading focusing on touching you now. His hands slid down your sides, tickling you and making you squirm.

“I’m ticklish…” You chided playfully, grabbing his wrists. Your face lit up to indicate you had another idea, and you reached for the bottle of oil again. You demanded Kieran show his hands so that you could pour oil on them, doing him the favor of rubbing the substance in.

“Rub me all over.” You raised your brows and moved your shoulders side to side playfully, your breasts moving in tandem. More confidently this time, Kieran ran his hands over your, stopping to squeeze your breasts before traveling down towards your hips. He repeated this in circular motions, properly oiling you up. You squirmed and gasped, half from pleasure and half from feeling ticklish.

Without warning, you got up and removed your bloomers, the only article of clothing you were left wearing. Kieran gasped in surprise, not sure himself how far this was going to get. He supposed he got his answer. You stopped and turned to look at him before stepping out of them.

“What?” You asked in confusion.

“Oh, I didn’t know we’d be…” He trailed off, still unsure about the implications. You looked down at your feet, realizing your brashness.

“Oh…We don’t have to if you don't want to!” You reassured, making a motion to pull your bloomers back on. You felt a tinge of embarrassment; perhaps you had also misread the situation?

“No no, I want to…” He nodded and cleared his throat. “Only if you want to…” He added.

You smiled widely, feeling a non sexual urge of adoration for him. “Yes, I want to too.”

You hurriedly kicked your bloomers off before walking towards the cot. You placed a lithe hand on Kieran’s chest and pushed him to lay flat on the cot. Quickly, you poured even more oil onto your hands and rubbed it on your cunt, gasping at your ministrations. He raised his hips to aid you in shuffling his pants lower before you straddled his hips. You pushed your pubis into him, releasing low moans in unison.

Hurriedly, you lifted your hips as he assisted you in inserting himself. You sat down on his lap fully, taking his engorged cock in all at once. You placed a hand over Kieran’s mouth as you began bouncing on his lap, the only sounds in the room being his muffled moans and the slapping of skin on skin. You bit your lip to prevent yourself from being loud, rather focusing all your attention on raising and lowering yourself.

Your thighs burned at the repeated action, but you willed yourself to continue, only stopping momentarily to keep the burning at bay before continuing quickly after. Kieran came quickly after, but you kept going. Even when his muffled moans turned into high pitched whines from overstimulation, you chased your own release.

You retracted your hand, smirking down at Kieran. He looked completely debauched, his face red and sweaty, eyes watering from pleasure. You teased him by playing with your tits, rubbing even more oil on them as you pulled and squeezed your own nipples. He looked hypnotized by the way they bounced with each motion. Eventually, you trailed a hand down between your legs, spreading your glistening folds for Kieran so he could watch as you rubbed your clit. You threw your head back and let loose a string of curses, cumming all over Kieran’s cock with fervor.

You stilled on his lap, smiling as you gasped and tried to catch your breath. You looked down at Kieran who was smiling back at you. Kieran remained in you as you laid down on his chest, ear to his heart as you listened to it gradually slow down.

“Wow.” He gasped, causing you to giggle.

“Wow, indeed.” You added. The two of you laid there silently, basking in the afterglow of sex.

“Did you like your massage?” You asked suddenly, craning your neck to face him.

“Yes, definitely. Especially the part that came after.” He joked. Your laughter was cut off by angry footsteps outside your tent.

“Are you two done yet?!” It was Bill. “Camp isn’t exactly the most private area y’know!”

The two of you looked at eachother, a look of shared knowledge as you braced yourselves for the weeks of teasing waiting down the line for you.

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Heaven Is A Bedroom - TV Girl

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕄𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @bl4cktourmaline request: yahoo~ bee! it's me again:33 I saw the requests are open? If it is and I'm not tripping then may I request for Lyney with an oblivious reader who is a big fan of his and they are like... mutual pining for each other but they aren't even aware of it that it's become annoyingly sweet lol

Words can't describe how I love this man

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Hey hey! You're not tripping don't worry I see our mental state is similar lol But omg help I love it!! Down for Lyney too won't lie-

But omg, I kinda wanna write part 2 of this!! If I'll still feel like doing this after my requests are all done and I don't forget, I'll def be continuing this!

Anyway tho... I hope you enjoy! I personally kinda like it so I really hope you do too ^^

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ platonic/fluff

At this point Lynette and Freminet were watching you two. Even if they were 2km afar, they could still see you two and could only sigh about the view.

Lyney gave you another rainbow rose. It was like... 24 day strike by now! He gave you one every day, and every single time in a different time. First time it magically appeared in his hand, yesterday he pulled it out from ear your ear and today he "found it" in your tea!! How's even that possible?!

"For you, mon cherie~"

"Awh, thank you! I actually got something for you as well!"

"Oh really? Now what could it be... maybe you got me a reward for my latest magic show?"

"Well... yeah you could think so! Though I actually mean it as a gift for being such an amazing person for me!"

He could only chuckle as he took small box from you. His cheeks flushed gently but somehow, it just didn't got through his scalp what you really meant...

"Well isn't that sweet! Now what could we... ah- that's my favorite cake! How did you know?"

"I just happened to remember it. It's the least I could do for all the gifts you gave me recently."

But maybe it wasn't just him who was being a bit blunt here. You were as well, he was giving you rainbow roses every day, flowers meaning he loves you and yet, you just couldn't notice that special meaning...

"Should we finally help them?"

"Let them be for a bit longer."

2 siblings were now considering just coming up to you two and hitting you in the head, maybe then you'd notice how you both have obvious feelings for each other!

They know their brother has a crush on you because after every meeting with you, he's kicking his feet like highschool girl with crush in his bed. And you? You admitted yourself to Lynette while asking for advice because you thought he hated you when in reality, he was a tomato and had to run away from emberassment.

But both eventually decided to stay back and watch. They don't want to take this special moment away from you... But maybe the can at least do some backstage work at helping you with confessions?

"You see... I got something just for you! I have very important snow this weekend and naturally, I reserved a seat in front row just for you!"

Lyney smiled as he hands you the ticket with small bow, his eyes never leaving yours but not in a creepy way, he just couldn't help but admire you a bit.

"Oh you didn't had to really! But I do appreciate it. I'll definitely show up, thank you!"

"No need to thank me! It'll be enough for me if you come and let me see your smile~"

"What?"

Finally realizing what he said, his cheeks became red and began stuttering even tho he's usually smooth with his words.

"I meant- naturally I'd want to make... my audience happy! That's... just natural... magician's instinct! Yeah."

"Oh that's understandable! Well knowing you, your abilities and charms, I'm sure it won't be hard at all."

But he wasn't any better. You were clearly trying to compliment him, but he thought it's just you saying it as audience and not as someone with a crush...

"Actually... let's maybe make a plan. We can start tomorrow."

Freminet nodded on his sister's statement and entered their hous, leaving the two of you be and prepared the great plan with simple goal: getting you two together!

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@bleachtheidiot - come get your charming magician~

[3gremlins]

i started another rook and i really didn't intend to make them so "i want that twink obliterated" but uh my hand slipped XD

this is björn ingellvar* (they/he, but sadly the game doesn't let you use mixed pronouns so i just use they/them in game) which just means bear and i realize they're not terribly bear like in appearance, but i think i'll rp it in personality more (ill be honest i liked the sound of it mostly and it had a meaning i can work with). Ingellvar was hard to pair with (i did consider making them a grey warden but i didn't vibe with thorne just yet and the mournwatch aspirational armor is kinda neat) Anyway they're a mourn watch warrior and so far a little more diplomatic/charismatic than my crow rogue rook. I had sort of thought to either romance bellara or emmerich this time round, but now i'm considering neve (trying to make myself make different choices! still an elf but eh). it's weird b/c when i started my other rook i didn't like any of the voices other than erika ishii's for them and this time i gravitated to one of the masc ones instead. so funny how characters shape themselves a bit, it's like oh this came together this way and now this voice is the one that is right. *various DA reddit threads suggested that nevarra is partially prussian inspired which does track with emmerich being an old german name. I spent several hours pouring through old german names which do also have a lot of cross pollination with various scandinavian names on several name etymology websites. Technically the german variant would be bjoern but whatever.

early thoughts on warrior: it feels a lot more underpowered than rogue from the outset. The weapon type swapping is a lot more awkward- rogue just uses r2 on controller to swap between knives and bow which feels really natural and fluid (and how a lot of other modern rpgs work, so you expect it). The war/mage use the d-pad to swap and it's just not as good of a feel (tho it is an interesting choice? the warrior swaps between sword & board and two handed, and mage swaps between staff and knife w/orb). i was def a bit like oh am i screwed, do i not get a ranged attack? but you sort of do (i think it would have been fine if war had arrows but i can see why they wanted to make it different) I like the idea of the captain america shield throw, but having to charge it up feels kind of bad (esp coming from the rogue where you just shoot your bow until you run out of arrows). Would have been better to have the shield throw just do something like that. (started towards the mourn watch tree and the shield throw is feeling better but wish it was better out of the gate you know?)

blocking is also a lot more important to the war kit and i'm bad at it (didn't really need to do it on rogue, just dodge quickly a lot) so we'll see if i can even stick to this. i don't want to block things except with my head, game. warrior also doesn't feel especially tanky per se, idk. doing this one on adventurer mode again but might turn it down (tbh rogue felt so op at the end there, i prob could have turned up the difficulty and been okay. maybe another future rogue rook if i'm ever feeling like a challenge ). i'm intrigued by the specializations (esp reaper i think) and i do think it'll get more fun as i unlock more skillz, but out of the gate a little clunky (i also started a mage rook and they also feel a bit weak compared to rogue. might like war more than mage for once??).

>>>> 2nd pt endgame knowledge spoilers behind cut!!! do not click if you haven't finished the game at least once! <<<<

playing this a second time and knowing everything you can actually spot the Varric CLUES early. There's a point where you're talking to solas in that first fade convo and he actually cuts himself off from saying that varric is dead, like you get the TINIEST hint of the "de" before solas elongates it into it a "is good at his own half truths".

also in conversations with harding her palpable sadness hits harder and her dialogue makes a lot more sense. When neve comes into the recovery room to talk to you the first time (i think it's whoever was injured?), she doesn't even look at varric and talks over him a teeny bit too. It's really subtle, they did a good job of laying clues you wouldn't catch unless you knew (at least for me, idk maybe yall were onto them sooner lol)

[meowdom]

the doozerville server o7my pov and some funny screenshots from chat with foosh and with clown

ive spent the last 4 days playing minecraft on the doozervile server (with some damage to my irl responsibilities but u kno......)

ive just grinded for gear and potions

I gave pili the netherite sword called GLIP GLORP HURRAY and he had it with him until he logged off today <3 i also gave him and other heroes potions like speed fire res strengh etc. later there was made an auto brewer but i enjoyed being hands on on my production. i constantly gathered gunpowder to make all of the splash

first day i spend too much time brewing i was too late to an actual fight with clown vs the whole ass server LOL but i did find his latest tunnel and got deepslate that was mined by him, what a shame nobody bought it om

when i got my fullly enchanted fully trimmed beautiful netherite armour I lost it in a fight with terrorists like an hour later LMAO. was trying to fend off the villager trading hall when terrorists first showed up at it and killed villagers on the first layer.

next day i grinded for fully and even better enchanted armour and again lost it in fight for villager hall.

I still miss my netherite with flow and bolt white trims armour

I am NOT a pvper but most of what i did on the server was about getting it together for fighting back. good armour, good sword, ender pearls, potions, etc. losing all of it in a minute o7 shout out to my insta harm 2 potions that i have no idea whether or not they were even good because nobody else uses them and people dont usually use those in min maxed pvp. im so bad at pvp but this server def inspired me more for learning... got killed by clown ferre and other terrorist

no thoughts in their heads btw --->

hang out with a good fwiend, saw a lot of tankies and even though they prob didnt recognise me cuz my twitch name and mc name are different it was still fun :D

in the end today i just had basic diamond armor and a bunch of blocks and the moment i spawned on the end island i bolted in one direction with the thought of finding other islands and potentially end city while others fought. thought about making the flying machine, but with the constant lag on the sever it was too risky. kinda regret not even seeing the dragon but i did finish the bridge to an island. decided to chill at spawn instead of looking for elytra tho lol

got a screenie with the dude too :3

the only thing i build on this server is an armadillo xp farm (that i used SO sparingly in fear of lagging the server even more (today they deleted armadillos while i was using it so ig i shouldnt do it again)) (i will still try, sorry mayors) and a tomb over the farm

all in all im still afk in a skeleton xp farm as im writing this and im gonna hang out on the server tomorrow too. as its gonna be the last day i'll just wear my third set of netherite trimmed armour and hang out. maybe build a little thing.

its honestly so fun, ive been looking for a server to play on for so long and this scractched the itch so good (im hyperfixated and it affected my work and my health and thats crazy but i try not to be too harsh on myself for that jaja

doozerville is so unique in the way its limited in players (makes griefers and just bad dudes rarer than could be on open servers) and in that foolish just wanted to see hi "ant-farm" get destroyed by clown and co because he's a reactor and a god. but most of all doozerville is unique in fact its a server FULL of builders. from the moment the server opened people started spreading their marks in different directions with their builds. its so impressive how each day there was another little plot of land occupying spawner within 500 blocks. i have a map mod and when u look at it its SO impressive/ SO SO COOL! the border is just 2k blocks so most of people had at least a little something of their own, or always had place at public places like the bridge or the hall or anything else.

im not a builder but the energy on the server is so inspiring, maybe gonna build something after all

isnt it so funny how doozers just wanted to chill and build but we had a constant threat of terrorist clown over our heads? 150 builders vs clownpierce sounds insane and like a made up yt video, it isnt tho. cant wait to watch it and listen to clown&co call us stupid for everything we did wrong withing context of defending om

SO happy tubbo and foolish just randomly decided to open a server for community out of nowhere. this woudlnt be possible without play.hosting and tubbo's pasion for everything mc servers. CANNOT WAIT for the plans foolish has about doing another mc server, wether that be some kind of civilization gimmick or something else.

[twilight-deviant]

so I just watched the daredevil shows and I caught the fisk flu... do you have any kingpin-centric comic recommendations? perhaps something with vanessa, although I don't think she ever got a lot of limelight in the comics.

I'm going to read the main daredevil runs eventually but I hauve so much covid about willie right now.... I wish he was more popular in this website, I'm parched 😔

Oh, thank you for asking me! (◕‿◕✿) And I agree, not enough Fisk love in this fandom, despite being such a big (double meaning) character. One of the best villains of all time, unappreciated! But I'm happy to help with some recs where I can. You may, in fact, regret asking. xD

I wish I had better news on the Vanessa front. The unfortunate thing about her character, especially in Daredevil comics, is that she spends most of it in a coma of sorts. So you're very right about her never getting as much focus as you'd think, given her undeniable influence over him. But I'll try to give some suggestions with her and then mention my fav Fisk comics overall.

I'm admittedly guilty of not fully reading every Spider-Man comic with his origins. (I need to do that.) But if you wanna see this man be an absolute simp for his wife, I love The Amazing Spider-Man (1963) #197. Vanessa gives him 24 hours to quit crime, or she'll leave him. Fisk tries using his limited time to finish off Spider-Man and comes close, but at the last second, time runs out and Vanessa puts her foot down. He caves and they leave New York for Japan, where he legitimately quits crime to be with her. ♥

.......He quits crime until Daredevil #170. Which is another rec from me. Fisk planned on being good and turning past accomplices over to law enforcement. Vanessa goes ahead to NYC to help coordinate this (at the law office of Nelson & Murdock, of course), but she's kidnapped by the accomplices Fisk would betray. Needless to say, he immediately falls into old patterns to get her back safely. However, she is presumably killed in the fallout. She IS alive, of course, but not only does Fisk not know this (yet), she has lost her memories. Which sets the unfortunate tone for most of her character for the rest of her time. Even when he gets her back, she is mostly confined to a bed, having little presence other than moments when Fisk visits her and is sad.

But an amazing one-off comic about the conclusion of this dynamic is when Fisk hires a professional to help her mental state. Daredevil: Love and War (1986) is art in every way. It's a long one, but so good about showing Fisk's love for her, putting her own well-being over what he wants. Matt ends the comic somberly remarking that Fisk will never see her again, and sadly, this is pretty much true. So yes, despite Fisk's love for Vanessa being a very big deal due to how he feels for her, we never get to see it very much. I remember being surprised just how little there is.

Vanessa isn't really seen again until Daredevil (1998) #29, when she finds out Fisk was nearly killed. (Ironically, he's unconscious in bed this time.) There's a good bit to read in the middle, but Vanessa's arc comes to this wonderfully dramatic and tragic conclusion in Daredevil (1998) #92 and #93. The latter is good Fisk angst. 👌

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But for recs specifically about Fisk, I got you, anon. 👍 I'd say def hit the ones in red. The ones in blue, I leave up to you.

I'll warn you now that Fisk does appear a lot in Spider-Man and Punisher comics as well, but my personal reading bias skews very obviously towards Daredevil. (Though I have occasionally read others.) I like how he's portrayed in it best. SM goes a little too over-the-top with Fisk imo (understandable since he's physically weaker than a hero with vibes that demand camp), and Punisher... idk. I think SM comics want a vintage Bond villain and Punisher comics want a more flat, evil, thriller movie villain. If that makes sense.

If someone knows really good Fisk content I'm missing out on from other comic series, let me know!

Definitely pick up at Daredevil (1964) #170 where he's introduced in DD. I would especially recommend #170-#172 about him getting re-established as Kingpin, but reading some after that can't hurt. I adore the dynamic Fisk had with Daredevil for a time. It was so interesting for both their characters' sake. Especially in instances like #190. I highkey mourn what we lost from this comic era, when Matt would go to him for information and they would have their little tete-a-tete with mutual backscratching. It was so much more interesting (imo) than the deep hatred they usually display.

And then starting at #202, there's a character named Micah Synn who slowly becomes a mutual antagonist to them both. (Fisk is involved in #206 and #210-#214.) I wouldn't say it's "required" Fisk reading, just an interesting arc I like. It has great moments like this one from #211 of Fisk and Matt agreeing to work together. (I know I'm a shipper, but even taking my glasses off, this is so gooooooood!)

There is, of course, the notorious Born Again arc from issues #227-#233. It's a staple of their relationship taking a sharp turn, with Fisk trying to destroy his life. (Crazy how things between them change so much in just a dozen issues? But, ya know, different writers gonna write different.)

Here is where to read Daredevil: Love and War.

I recommend picking up at #254 with the introduction of Fisk hiring Typhoid Mary. Since Fisk and Mary are married now in recent comics, I think it's somewhat important to see how things started between them. (Maybe hit #254-#257 then #259-#263.) #261 is... ahem... not not hot. 👀 They absolutely destroy his office. lol.

If you ask me, #297-#300 feel like the very delayed conclusion of Born Again. It's really good from the ironic outlook of Fisk losing everything after he tried destroying Matt's life. With #300 culminating in this one page I love. I love. I love sooo much.

After that, Fisk begins his slow rise back to power, coming up from literally homeless on the subway. I love his perseverance to always work his way back up. It's one of my favorite qualities about the character. You can follow his ascent if you choose.

I'd say the time to really clock back in for Fisk is in Daredevil (1998) #10-#15 with the Echo arc and how he raised Maya. But if you read no other issue therein, read #15. It finally details his origin from childhood poverty. It's different from the tv series but also clear how they were inspired by the comic to write episode 1x08. Fisk is blinded at the end of this arc (basically the Hawkeye tv finale), so he is taken out of play for a time, so to speak.

In Daredevil (1998) #27, he is stabbed on his son Richard's orders. This is when Vanessa comes back into the picture. Admittedly, I have not read this whole arc through, just bits and pieces. ^-^; You can read it for the Vanessa parts. Her retribution towards Richard, dismantling Fisk's empire, and having Fisk sent overseas for treatment (that also restores his sight) is important. But Fisk himself is not in it very much.

Another rise to power starting in Daredevil (1998) #46 as Fisk takes back the empire Vanessa sold off. Kinda ends with him going to prison in #50, so you could say there's not much to gain from reading it as we're at square -1 with not enough about Fisk's character to make it worthwhile, imo. (Not my favorite writing with him, to say the least. Like wtf?)

Starting in Daredevil (1998) #76, you have the Murdock Papers arc with Fisk trying to cut a deal to incriminate Matt as Daredevil to bargain for his own freedom. Admittedly, it's another I haven't fully read through. Some arcs just don't hit right for me. You could feel differently though. My favorite part is how this concludes in #81 with them both going to prison. lol.

I do like where it immediately picks up in Daredevil (1998) #82. Prison arc is good, and you can see where the Born Again tv series took inspiration all the way up through #93. For Fisk reasons, I like #85-#86 with Fisk and Matt working together to break free and not die. And then #92-#93 where you see Vanessa was behind trying to kill them. At the end of #93, Matt represents Fisk as his attorney to get him out of prison, Vanessa's dying request. Definitely read #93.

Following his agreement with Matt, Fisk leaves the country. I love where we pick up with him in Daredevil (1998) #116. It's been two years following Vanessa's death, and Fisk is still mourning. But in Spain, he meets a woman and her two children and begins to sort of be happy again. It reminds me a lot of how Fisk was at the beginning of Daredevil #170, content to leave crime behind and be happy in love.

I wish things ended better, of course, but I also love the following issue #117. (I think #117 is notable for another reason, and it's that Charlie gave a physical copy to Vincent as a gift that he keeps in his office. ♥) And then you'll possibly want to read that arc to its conclusion, but definitely read #116-#117.

Not DD but Savage Wolverine (2013) #6-#8 is good for Vanessa and Fisk angst reasons. Fisk becomes the leader of the Hand but they test him by resurrecting Vanessa to kill him or make him kill her. She's a bit zombie-ish, but it's a good/tragic little character arc.

I feel weird saying it because there are parts I genuinely do like, but I also sort of feel like the San Francisco arc (with him and Matt "coincidentally" on the other side of the country) could be skipped. If we're strictly going for Fisk highlights that I like most and recommend. I think the biggest point for me is that his memory is erased along with the rest of the world and he no longer knows Matt Murdock is Daredevil.

So insteeeeead... I'd suggest jumping right into the Mayor Fisk arc, tbh. Technically begins at the tail end of Daredevil (2015) #28, but all you really get from it is a page of Foggy telling Matt over the phone that Fisk just won the election. You're fine to pick up at Daredevil (2015) #595. (Don't let the number fool you. They switched to counting total number of DD comics instead of being broken up by different volumes.) I much prefer the comic Mayor Fisk arc to... what Born Again tv was. (Deputy Mayor Murdock, yes!) Matt tries to overthrow him but sorta has to accept Fisk as mayor by the end of the story in #605. I think I'd suggest reading all issues between the two.

Getting closer to modern comics and the numbering convention changes again. You can probably hit Daredevil (2019) in its entirety as Zdarsky builds on his own writing. 36 issues, so I'll leave it up to you. It's hard to suggest what to read or not read as it's all very interconnected. Difficult to skip around. My favorite Fisk parts are him vs the Stromwyns (powerful rich family) starting in #12 where he soon becomes afraid of them. Which comes to a head in #20 when he disobeys them and fights with Daredevil to protect citizens. I do like that within this run, he begins to fall for Typhoid Mary on an emotional level, where before it was more physical. At the end of #35, he proposes marriage, and in #36, they get married. This run is also notable for bringing in Butch (Fisk's illegitimate son he didn't know about) as a character, who is trying to become a criminal kingpin.

The Devil's Reign (2021) arc is undoubtedly what the Born Again tv series is working towards for S2, but I kinda doubt they'll do it right. (How can they?) Anyway... it's about Matt finally removing Fisk as mayor once and for all. Six issues, fairly dramatic, probably best to read the whole thing. Ends with Fisk retiring from Kingpin yet again.

It's difficult to suggest anything past that. Fisk has shown up in some stuff, and while I like parts of what we've had, nothing so far has really wowed me. I do feel they might have something in the works with him though, and I'd really like to know what the heck it is. (He may have found religion after being possessed by a demon? idk.)

Non-Daredevil Comics

Big recommend for Kingpin (2017). Obviously. It's a 5-issue run about him. I've read it a few times. It's Fisk trying to get a journalist to write a biography about him. He tries to play her, of course, by exaggerating his good side while she tries to dig deeper. But there are interesting bits that clearly aren't just for her sake, like learning Fisk has built a children's hospital he named after Vanessa. But still with plenty of dark Kingpin bits to balance things out.

I think Civil War II: Kingpin (2016) is a good one to read. Yet another instance of Fisk regaining power from nothing amidst a Minority Report-style plot where an inhuman is capable of predicting crimes before they happen. Which obviously makes crime difficult. But Fisk finds a little guy who negates that effect, allowing him to do his criming again. There is a non-zero chance I just like this intimate handwashing scene.

Kingpin (2003) is another short run about Fisk. It's an origin story as well, detailing him first rising through the ranks to be Kingpin, but this is NOT 616 Fisk. It is another, similar reality. I don't know why I don't care for it very much. If I'm being truthful, this one doesn't grab me like I wish it did, and I may have mostly skimmed it. But you might like it.

Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur #32-#36 is a more cartoonish Fisk, but I don't mean that in a bad way. I don't think you really need to know much about the juvenile hero Moon Girl to jump right in. (Smart science girl has a dinosaur.) I like this arc with Fisk because we suddenly learn about an adopted daughter he has named Princess. She's a brat and I love her. I love how Fisk spoils her. I am the target audience for this silly little plot.

Doctor Strange (2015) #21-#24 seems like a weird choice. Because it is. But I like Fisk's inclusion in it. The city is overrun by monsters and he joins the heroes to try and set things right. He flies a limo into a giant creature, he comes out as a Lord of the Rings fan, he gets a possessed skull to play with. It's fun.

I like Spider-Man: King's Ransom. There are some comics leading up to the event, but I'm really just in it for the very end where Fisk has a magic tablet to undo death. He makes the selfless decision to forgo resurrecting Vanessa and bring back their son Richard instead.

Love What If...? (1989) #73. I've actually thought about uploading the whole issue into a tumblr post because it's 24 pages and who's going to stop me? Basically an AU where Fisk adopts Matt after Jack is killed. I think it's interesting from both characters' perspective how much they grow to care for each other. With Fisk even promising to quit crime after years of adult Matt defending him in court.

Daredevil Noir (2009) is okay. I'm gonna be real with you. I just like this Fisk. But a 1930s AU is always fun, right?

1872 is a western AU where Fisk is mayor of the small town. I really like it, but I like westerns so I may just be biased. I just wish we had more leading up to the events of the four-issue series because it says Fisk was a good man before, and I would have enjoyed watching his corruption arc.

Again, if I'm leaving out any good Fisk canon, I hope people let me know. I'm always on the lookout.

Thanks again for asking, and I hope I was able to help!

[aes70]

POV Rhodes finds out about Peter and Tony, he is not very happy about it (It’s not Irondad btw, def not Irondad 😭😭😭😭😭).

Disclaimer (Is that the right word?): This was originally written in Spanish, so if something doesn’t line up, please tell me😭.

Au no powers /Rhodey is a cop 👮🏾‍♂️.

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“Do you remember my 27th birthday? We traveled to Las Vegas and I kept asking, Are we in heaven or Las Vegas? He feels like that trip James. Being with him is wrong in so many ways, but he feels like fucking heaven at the right times and places.”

“Tony, he can't even go to Las Vegas yet. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?”

“Rhodey…I know it might be complicated but”

I couldn't even let him finish, I knew beforehand what he would say, that it is difficult to understand and that it may not be for everyone, excuses .

“No, Tony, I've been your friend for years, decades, despite your father, despite the alcohol, even after Pepper left you and you locked yourself in your big tower and you pushed us all out of your life, but this?” I feel like I age 20 years with this conversation and even if Peter were the one who aged 20 years, he would still be very young for the man in front of me. “This is beyond the limits. I'm a Cop, the Captain for God's sake! Do you know how many cases I see exactly like this per day? Where the adult says it was all love, that it was all consensual, and that the child came first, because that's what he is, Tony, a child. And this child may love you now, but in a couple of years? In a couple of years he will regret knowing you every day of his life.”

“In August he will turn 17.”

So what?

“He's still a fucking child, Tony, are you drunk?”

“It would be legal, Rhodes, and no, I don't drink anymore.” Another lie, it seems that's all he does now, lie.

“Oh, do you care about the law now? Did you Google that? Will he introduce you to his parents on his birthday? Or even better, are you waiting for him to turn seventeen so you can fuck him without feeling guilty about it?” He didn't even bother to open his mouth.

“I'll still feel guilty.” Oh .

“You already fucked him.” I didn't need to ask, the way he avoided my eyes was answer enough.

“We haven't done anything.” Liar.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me that's the truth.” Again, no contact. “I know it, you can't.”

“Why are you doing this?” What? “I'm finally happy after what happened and now you're trying to ruin this for me. He is the smartest boy you could ever meet, he is so sure of what he wants and he loves me, he loves me Rhodey.”

“Tony, what the fuck? That's exactly what a pedophile would say, I should be reporting this.”

“Are you going to do it?” He asks. “Can you?”

He is right, can I?

“Now who is the one who can't look into the eyes? Uh?”

“I'm not going to be your accomplice.”

“But if you're not going to give me away, what are you then?”

[cogniizaant]

totally okay if you don’t want to do this request, its kind of a dead request atp as I don’t see it much in fandoms but..

could you maybe write a Froggy x Portuguese reader? Gender neutral and an artist?

I feel like if there are PNGs of ‘food’, Froggy + a Portuguese reader could bond over the overlap of Portuguese influences in some Japanese foods

If you don’t feel up to the Portuguese part for any reason, just an artist reader will do!

I'll do you one better

Froggy x Portuguese Artist!Reader

Now, I myself am not Portuguese but I am an artist, and google is free, so I will be looking up some things. Do correct me if anything could be made more accurate.

When Froggy first met you, he was def fascinated. The greeting was just a simple handshake and a greeting in another language. Still, it wasn't the most odd greeting he's received. If anything it was the most mundane up to date. However, once you two became more situated with each other, on your side the formality dropped a bit. You felt no need to stay so professional. It started off as it normally did. You walked over to him, waving as you said, "Tudo bem?" which of course was nothing disarming. It was just the two kisses on the cheek he received afterwards that left him a bit shocked. It wasn't a very flashy display or anything. It was pretty quick and honestly not that note-worthy. Froggy is just dramatic and for a second thought you were charging up an attack or something.

Well, this reaction isn't so much as because he's dramatic, but also because he is used to the interactions in his home town being as casual as possible. Prioritizing distance and greeting each other at a lower volume. Though, he can't say he minds how you approach him. You greet him rather energetically like you're always happy to see him, and it feels pretty nice.

Once you tell Froggy you're an artist, expect a lot of questions about it. "What, as like a job or something? Does that even pay high enough?" And if it's not a job, "Are you one of those people who draw naked people? How perverse...", and of course everyone's favorite, "Can you draw me?" If you do draw him he'd cherish it forever. He'd show it to everyone.

Depending on your chosen medium, he will def react differently. If it's a typical one like digital or traditional art, he might watch as you draw or paint. Maybe stick his fingers into your paint actually. Or he'd draw on the corner of your page if you're not drawing anything serious. If you do other types of art like sculpting, graffiti, embroidery, wood carving or clothe making he'd be super interested. If you are in the fashion route, I don't think he'd try anything on but he'd enjoy watching you model them. "Whaaat, you do graffiti? I didn't take you for the delinquent type." He will not watch you if you use spray paint. Or at least not from a close range. He'd start tweaking out from the fumes. I think he'd jokingly ask you to sculpt a statue or make a wooden figure of him and not actually expect anything from it. It'd be a fun surprise if you did do it. He'd take it as a marriage proposal. Like actually.

The two of you talk a lot about your cultures. The differences and similarities mainly. It's a common event for the two of you to lose track of time while talking about childhood memories living in your respective areas. Experiences you've had growing up since leaving your countries.

The two of you would be introducing each other to your favorite dishes, and pretty often a conversation would start about how you have really similar foods where you're from. Maybe you two would go down a rabbit hole about the history of your combined cultures on one of your more relaxed days.

As I sort of said earlier, if you gift him any form of art he'd genuinely be so stoked about it. Physical drawing or painting? He'd hang it up where everyone could see. Digital art piece? He'll have it turned into a print and still hang it up? Oh, you actually did make a statue/figure of him? It's going in a glass case in the middle of his home. Fuck the Lourve, they have nothing of this capacity there. He'd brag about the art and you as often as he can.

10/10 pairing. Also, I didn't know there was Portuguese influence in Japanese dishes. Will look into this more. Thank you and I hope you enjoy anon>

[disgruntleddemon]

Hi I really like your Better World AU and I would like to hear more lore related stuff about it like what is Fidds' and Ford's relationship like and did they encounter canon Ford at some point like in journal 3 and if that happened how did they react to that?

tysm!! honestly one of my favv things to yap about!

things are definitely rocky at first. like, initially Fiddleford was just planning on helping Ford get Bill out of his head/dismantle the portal, but he obviously ended up staying lol. between everything that happened, Ford and Fiddleford reunited when the society kidnapped the stan twins, Stan and Fiddleford beefing, and the fact at first Fiddelford wasn't trying to get attached again, it wasn't the greatest new start

but i think between getting to spend time together again and being more open with each other, they do start to rebuild their relationship. i feel like at the end of the day, they just really care about, and understand each other in a way no one else rly does.

overall tho, i think reconnecting sooner means they get to be weirdos together sooner. i've mentioned before that they get together while the anomaly museum is being built, so i honestly picture them having romantic moments while working on taxidermy n shit lmao.

i think later on during of the early institute era, Fiddleford has to help Ford with the pressure of being a bit more of a public figure. like, it's very much something Ford always dreamed of, but actually experiencing it is a lot for him. he's not great with people or speaking, so trust that Fiddleford has to help w that a lot. Fiddleford also still has a lot of anxiety he's trying to manage. Ford helps with that as best he can.

in general, Ford is surprisingly the clingy one. i think once they got together, it was sort of a "something he always wanted, but never really understood till he got it" thing. he's very lovey and physically affectionate. don't get me wrong, he still loves his solo adventures, or spending time w Stan, but he loves his hillbilly very much <33

with Bill being gone, Stan being back in his life, and him just having a much better support system in general, it really allows Ford and McGucket to have a much better relationship. they're both able to make each other more stupid and bring out the best in each other. trust, they're the biggest fans of the other's pet projects, even if they're ridiculous

as for cannon Ford, this is au mostly my interpretation of the actual better world entry, so he def makes an appearance! i haven't done much w that yet, but i do have this:

(i'll call em cFord bwFiddleford for simplicity)

a lot of their conversation is a miscommunication tbh. for instance, bwStan DID hide one of the journals, with bwFord. or like here, with cFord assuming bwFiddleford is still married to Emma. he makes a lot of assumptions about the dimension, without digging too deep. he's basically seeing the lifelong dream he lost, so it's too overwhelming for him to find out too much. it just hurts.

i think bwFiddleford picks up on it, and doesn't press the issue. between how stressed cFord is, and how well he knows bwFord, he knows it would probably make things worse.

i think they're whole situation is really bittersweet in a way. cFord sees the life he lost, and a friend he desperately wishes he could have reconnected with, meanwhile bwFiddleford is seeing another version of his husband who's been suffering for years and about to go do what could very well be a suicide mission. with the implication cFord and bwFidd will never meet again.

at this point, bwFidd is very accustomed to the notion of other versions of yourself. i mean, they've had the portal working for years, but i do think his encounter with cFord is one that always sticks with him. and probably had him more affectionate w his Ford for weeks

[luvmailing]

can you write like some cute head cannons for johnathan ohnn w like a short chubby female s/o like i can imagine him w someone like that !! it would be even cuter if they were like a artist or something <3

perfect.

「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited, reader is an artist– specifically a visual artist becuz WOOO u be drawin babey!!! if u meant otherwise i am So Sorry, pre colider johnathan ohnn, terribly, horribly, and awfully sweet and cliche i Cannot Escape Myself 」

「 fem!reader, romantic relationship <3 」

↳ ft. johnathan ohnn

author's note: FIRST REQ OF THIS ACCOUNT YIPPEE!!! thank u 4 the req anon (´▽`ʃƪ) <3 hoping this is what u want! ALSO!!!! my first time writing specifically for a chubby reader insert so i hope i did ok! (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑) feedback appreciated if there is any u'd like 2 share :D

▸ short chubby girlf,,, ouuughhwhhe oh my goodness,,, johnathan thinks ur absolutely adorable there is No Doubt About It!!!!!

▸ you are just the loveliest thing he's ever seen– and he'll remind you everyday.

well. okay maybe not completely verbally. there's something about being in love that makes johnathan feel like a lovestruck teenager all over again– all of a sudden, he's stumbling over the half sentences falling out of his lips and getting all red in the face while he tries to verbalize how pretty you are

he'll shut his mouth. eventually.... give him a kiss to shut him up!! it'll work! until he ends up blabbering again cuz he wants another one and gets a bit nervous about that too

▸ okay, but he's not,,, all nerves. he's able to pull himself together to show how much he appreciates you. again, physically affectionate. i feel it in my soul that he is a sucker for physical affection. with you?? it's just amplified.

thinks your height is perfect,, burying your face in his chest while he holds you in his arms? chef's kiss. secretly hoping you don't hear how embarrassingly fast his heart is pounding.

ur chubby too?? that meanz there's more to love!!!! more to embrace!!! there are no downsides to you :]]

this is how he reminds you how perfect you are in his eyes– all through touch. always gentle, always sweet. his favourite thing is when your cheek is pressed up against his chest when you're cuddling and you look up at him. he feels his brain stop every single time, his gaze meeting your pretty eyes.

you murmur a quiet, "i love you" and it takes a moment for him to say it back– not because he doesn't want to, but because it's these moments where he realizes how much he lucked out to have someone like you

▸ ARTIST GIRLF??? even better. johnathan ohnn is a scientist, through and through... but it doesn't mean he can't appreciate art when he sees it!!

"it... it's fine if i look, right?" he asks, his hand hovering over your sketchbook, waiting for your permission.

this was the first time you had ever left your sketchbook face open around him. while you were off doing something else, he had been fighting the temptation to look through it. he did understand art was personal, and he's tryin' not to accidentally overstep anything

"i mean... sure?" you say with a little shrug. "i haven't really gotten to filling it up yet so it's a little bare an–"

you barely get the words out. he's picked it up, flipping through the pages like the secrets of the universe were hidden somewhere in between.

"hey that's pretty cool!" his eyes light up as he admires the things you've created. he'll gush over your work, tryin to talk with artistic terms.

he's out here like, "i like the use of complementary colours!"

"...i only used charcoal for that." HES TRYING. not hard enough tho cuz dawg cmon. /j maybe,,, you could teach him about art?? wink wink nudge nudge >:]

he's about to flip another page– but you place your hand atop his to stop him.

"there's nothing left to see so,, uhh– i'll just take that back now." you say awkwardly. he won't fight you about it. maybe frown a bit about it– maybe some art was more personal thank he thought.

def thinks abt what was on those other pages... there was almost 100% a drawing– he was halfway to flipping the page over, he definitely saw something.

▸ politeness of not crossing boundaries aside, unfortunately he's an idiot (SLASH JAY) and doesn't know the first rule of interacting with an artist.

dreaded from anyone else, usually, but... bearable when it was him requesting it. gives you plenty of time and room to say no.

"you should draw me!" ☝️🤓

this is how you find yourself over at his apartment. he's seated on a chair across from your own, trying to figure out how you want him to pose for this drawing.

"tilt your head towards me– no, wait, not like... hold on–" you stand up, making your way over to him.

"i'm literally doing everything you're telling me to do, i don't know what you want me to d..." he trails off as you gently grasp his chin.

you suppress a giggle, watching eyes widen slightly as a strangled noise coming from his parted lips but no words but certainly no complaints.

with a firm yet soft grip, you position his head slightly and let go with a smile. "perfect. you stay right there."

GOES STILL ASF THE ENTIRE TIME SO HE DOESNT F UP UR DRAWING PROCESS HWDJFHEWUIFH bros hardly breathing

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"you know," you comment, eyes focused on your sketchbook as your pencil works to draw him, "you've got a really interesting face."

the corners of his lips quirk up into a half-smile, his brow furrowing ever so slightly at your words. "thank you? y'know when you word it like that, it makes it sound like a skillfully veiled insult." johnathan quips. you're making him wonder if being considered "handsome by scientist standards" counts for anything in the eyes of an artist.

it earns a little laugh from you. "not what i meant."

your words immediately flood him with relief. you swear you hear him go "phew." what a dork.

"there's something about all your features," you continue, looking back up at him, "they just fit so perfectly on you. like everything was just meant to be there."

he falls silent for a moment, your words echoing in his mind. he wished he could work with words in the way you did.

"hey. look back up at me." you smile, holding up the paper and turning it for him to see.

"wow..." he reaches out, gently taking it from you. it takes a few moments for him to speak up again. "it's..."

"okay, hopefully?" you chime in, your hands clasped in your lap as you try your best not to anxiously fidget.

"perfect." he replies instead. "you're perfect– i mean, your work is obviously, yeah sure but you,,, you just–"

johnathan holds the paper in one hand, gesturing vaguely to you with the other. you giggle.

"well thank you."

he grins. "it was worth sitting here for like what? a few hours? man, it was hard trying to keep that position."

"johnny?"

"hm?..."

you laugh and he looks,,, confused. he awkwardly chuckles along with you.

"what? what's so funny?" he asks.

"i coulda worked without you posing like that. i've seen your face enough to work without a reference."

he watches as you flip back to the pages of the sketchbook he didn't see.

and it's him. whole pages,,, of drawing of him.

there's a glint of mischief in your eyes. "it was funny seeing you try to hold still for so long though."

▸ he finds something new to love about you every day. sometimes, he'll see all the things you do for him and try to measure up.

no matter what he does– and damn, will he do anything and everything for you– he can't help but feel like he's falling short. just a little.

after all, how do you love someone so perfect?

he certainly hasn't figured out. he could give you all the love in the universe, and he'd still think you still deserve more he's right

the night is quiet. you're on his couch, the shitty romcom you put on just to joke about with him no longer interesting either of you. your eyes are shut as he holds you in his arms, your head resting on his chest. his eyes are filled with adoration, looking at you, being all comfy and adorable in his arms.

johnathan leans down, pressing a quick, soft kiss to your forehead.

"...what was that for?" you mumble sleepily.

"nothing." there's a pause for a moment, as he tries to find the right thing to tell you– the way to phrase what's been on his mind since forever– and just ends up sighing instead. no flowery language could convey it. maybe being straightforward could help.

"you're just... perfect. y'know that?"

— reblogs always appreciated!

[ilkkawhat]

i'm drunk enough to think about nick again (not that it like, hurts to think about him anymore i think that heartbreak is solved) and godDAMMN they really buried a man alive on network television and then went the extra mile to make him get EATEN ALIVE AND then almost k*ll himself and WHAT I WOULDN'T GIVE to watch this in an IMAX theater, being buried alive is the ultimate Horror Trope for me and it happened on the one character that takes the cake, that changed my life forever like there has been characters that have impacted my life that i think made me better as a person but nick stokes is on a whole nother fucking level and it all started with this episode where he gets kidnapped and buried and i distinctly remember what it was like watching it for the first time, knowing that he survives cause he obviously shows up in episodes after this one and i started watching csi with re-runs of season 4 on spike tv but also the live season 6 finale where nick was clearly okay and cracking jokes even at a scene about severed heads (god bless him) but one day spike tv showed this episode and i stomped into the living room after part 1 ended almost yelling at my dad like ARE YOU KIDDING ME HOW DOES HE SURVIVE THAT BUT HE'S NICK FUCKING STOKES SO OF COURSE HE DOES AND i've never been that close to the knife or bullet in my life but have had..............idealiziations myself and sometimes, just sometimes, i remember how he was at the end of his rope, he waited until the last fucking second like think of a fucking saw trap he would fucking dominate that because he's nick stokes and he doesn't give up, he doesn't believe in past lives cause he's just fucking trying to get through this one and he's been though so fucking much between the fucking babysitter and stalker and gunpoint and being buried alive? ok yeah just another day in the office for him, he fights like hell, he resists his own temptations, he has so much belief in his co-workers, his mentor aka former boss that they'll find him that he hangs on for almost 24 hours in this goddamn coffin designed to torture him, sure, he can stay alive with the provided fan (something that honestly this year, i've have instilled myself when i go to bed) but the fan's gonna die and can they find him before that fan runs out? not fucking likely but TV magic unbeknownst to him they DO cause otherwise lmao nick stokes woulda died in the season 5/15 finale and i probably would have stopped right there even though grissom was my fav at first NICK STOKES STOLE MY HEART and even in my darkest hours i'll think of him, as if a ghostly image of him shows up in the mirror, "i survived why can't you?" motherfucker this is mY BOY stronger than any character i've ever related to--obviously nick and i have had different lives and he's so much stronger and better than me in so many ways but i guess he's what i aspire to be (albeit with a bit less...ignorance but nick is def the type who like. learns his lesson, he matures out of old prejudices which i admire SO MUCH of him) and i don't think i could have had such a strong role model in my formative years cause i started watching csi in 7th grade cause a real forensic scientist came to our school and of course, mentioned how CSI was not real but it piqued my curiosity and it possibly sparked my interest in horror to a degree cause my first episode was a horrifically bloated body (4x02 to be exact, assume nothing nick) and as a 7th grader up until that point even though 9/11 had passed (i was in like. 4th/5th grade that point) i guess i didn't know how cruel people could be but nick showed and continues to show me that people have the capactity of enduring the worst horrors this world can inflict on a person and they can still come out on top, they can still be the hero, they can still save themselves as well as others and FUCK man i miss nick stokes