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imagining-in-the-margins · 7 months

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CM New Beginnings Fics

Hey everyone! Thank you so much to everyone who participated. I am so happy to share everyone’s hard work. If you have a oneshot or masterlist you’d like me to add, please send me a message - new additions are always welcome.

First, check out @emberfrostlovesloki 's 🌈 Masterlist of Entries ☀️: This lovely prolific writer has entered several fics, which include Hotch, Emily, and Spencer fics! Check out their page for even more!

🌼 SFW S.R./Reader Entries 🌼

Play Dates by me: [GN] Reader finds out Spencer hasn’t had many dates and offers several Play Dates.

Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder by @foxy-eva: [GN] Spencer was the right person at the wrong time, no doubt about it. When Reader is finally back in town, they're ready for a fresh start.

You're Gonna Go Far, Love by @writer-in-theory: [GN] After relapsing, Spencer takes the first flight with no plan other than to get a fresh start.

Love Like the Sea by @rynwritesreid: [GN] After Spencer lost Maeve, he swore of love, until Reader came around.

Cowboy Like Me by @foxy-eva: [Fem] Spencer decides to fulfill a childhood dream to become a cowboy.

In Sickness and In Health by @pathologicalreid: [Fem] Minutes before Reader's wedding is supposed to start, Spencer gets cold feet.

Maybe We Found Love Right Where We Are by @andiebeaword: [Fem] Spencer just got engaged to Maeve on Valentine’s Day. Finding out his best friend’s heart will be broken changes things.

More ratings and pairings below!

🌼 Other Pairings/Gen SFW Fics 🌼

Silent Demon by @angellsell: [Derek/Fem!Reader] Reader celebrates a month milestone of sobriety, but she isn't very proud of it.

Hearts on Our Sleeves by @angellsell: [Hotch/Fem!Reader] Aaron and Reader decide to give a try at a new relationship after a long dry spell.

Good Fortune by @reasonablerodents: [Hotchreid] Spencer and Aaron are the only ones without a partner for a New Year's Kiss.

And When Dawn Came by @snarkylinda: [Gen] Spencer calls Emily the night that Cat has the baby he decided to adopt.

The Date by @codename-mom: [Gen] Jessica didn't expect what her former brother-in-law was going to ask her.

Last Recruit by @/codename-mom: [Gen] There's a new agent at the BAU eager to start her new life. Her name is Penelope Garcia.

First Steps by @/codename-mom: [Gen] Rossi found a young agent named Aaron Hotchner who could be a good new recruit for the BAU.

First Day at School by @/codename-mom: [Gen] Jack is now old enough to go at school and his father has trouble to deal with this very special day.

🌼 NSFW Entries (S.R./Fem!R) 🌼

Second Time's a Charm by @foxy-eva: Back in college Spencer Reid and Fem!Reader left many things unsaid. Years later they give it another try.

It’s Too Cliché by me: Reader and Spencer are the worst at friends with benefits. After an exchange of gifts & nasty words, the two reunite on a very eventful NYE.

For the Love of Lace by @reidmotif: Reader decides she doesn't want to pine for her best friend anymore but needs his help deciding what lingerie to wear for her date.

Sweet Agony by @incognit0slut: After tragedy, Reader believed she was unworthy of love. Spencer proves her wrong.

Maybe Someday by @dudeitiskarev: (Mini-series) A case brought you back to Spencer, and this time, he won’t let you slip away.

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🌼 SFW S.R./Fem!R Fics 🌼

The Only Hoax I Believe In by Foxy: Spencer struggles with his addiction after prison until Reader is determined to help him, no matter the cost.

The Perfect Plan by me: Reader has a question for Spencer, but things don’t go according to plan.

Impromptu by me: Reader learns some shocking news when a case lands her in the hospital.

Defining Family by me: Spencer finds out he’s a dad… to a twelve year old girl. Your twelve year old girl, who just broke into the FBI.

Clean Shaven by me: Reader helps Spencer shave after prison.

Drunk Dial by me: It’s been years since Reader talked to Spencer, but after a bunch of drinks it seems like a really good idea.

Repentance by me: Spencer is confronted with his second chance at life, finding it full of regrets. Reader tries to talk him through it.

Happy Hydrangea by me: TransMan!Reader. JJ is corrected in finding out Spencer has had a boyfriend for a while now.

🌼 NSFW S.R./Fem!R Fics 🌼

Lily of the Valley (Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3) by me: Unsub!Reid. Spencer was found guilty but mentally ill after the torture and murder of several men. He finds solace in his psychiatrist at the institution.

Duet by Foxy: Letting the love of his life get away was Spencer’s biggest regret, so he decides to go after her.

Honeymoon by Foxy: Spencer and his wife are excited about their future (and their honeymoon).

To Have and To Hold by me: Reader is trying to save her marriage, but Spencer seems resigned to its failure.

Stork Song by me: Spencer and Reader try to find intimacy again following a terrible loss.

Domesticity by me: Reader gets worked up watching Spencer with kids. He notices.

Different Kind of Daddy by me: After a rough day, Reader has good news for her husband.

🌼 Other SFW Pairings 🌼

Till Death Do Us Part by Foxy: [Emily/GN!Reader] Reader didn't expect grief to linger after Emily came back from the dead.

Motherhood by Foxy: [Tara/Emily] Emily and Tara finally become mothers.

Happy Reading!

P.S. If I missed your fic or you have a new one to add, feel free to send me a message. I would love to add it!

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heyiwrotesomethings · 1 year

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Flower Dance

Haley (Stardew) x She/Her Reader

A/N: I liked the idea, but I don’t think I executed it as well as I hoped I would because I got impatient. Still not too bad though I think. I wrote this in November of 2022. Sharing it now because why not. Word Count: 2,383

“Ew, no.”

Haley had regretted the words as soon as she had spit them out like an defensive cobra.

Hurt was written all over the farmer’s face as she recoiled from Haley like she had been burned.

Haley saw the year’s worth of progress she had made getting out of her shell and becoming friends with (Y/n) crumble before her very eyes. She tried to say something, anything, to peddle back from the harsh way she had answered, but (Y/n) recovered first. At least somewhat.

“…Alright then, sorry. A simple no would have sufficed.” She mumbled. “Excuse me.”

Haley reached for her but froze halfway before withdrawing. Her hands fell to her sides in tight fists.

Why did she say that? It was only (Y/n), the sweet farmer who had taken the time to scale Haley’s walls to find her soft and more vulnerable self within.

Daffodils in the spring, ice cream in the summer, sunflowers in fall, pink cake in winter… (Y/n) had been nothing but nice to her even from the beginning when Haley insulted her clothes and earthy scent. Back then the farmer had been able to brush her off, but Haley’s words definitely had a direct impact this time.

She didn’t mean to speak to her like that. She had just been startled that (Y/n) would even think to ask. The thought of dancing with her made Haley’s face burn and her heart thump in her ears. She wasn’t sure if it was excitement or fear that was causing those reactions, but clearly fear had won out when she opened her stupid mouth.

What should she do now?

“Haley,”

Haley turned to find that Alex was walking up to her. She tried to school her expression into something more neutral before he got too close to notice.

“The dance is starting soon. Are we partnering up again this year?”

Haley scanned the field for (Y/n) and bit the inside of her lip when she couldn’t see her. She was the Flower Queen, she was expected to be a part of the ceremonial first dance. As much as she wanted to go look for (Y/n) and apologize, that would have to wait. It would be better to talk to her when her heart stopped pounding anyway.

“Yeah,” Haley nodded, linking Alex’s elbow with hers, “let’s get in position.”

When they did find their places, Haley watched the usual pairs link up. Finally she saw (Y/n) conversing with Robin and Demetrius on the sidelines. Haley remembered last year, wondering why the new farmer hadn’t bothered to come to the dance. At first, she thought she had some kind of sense of superiority over the townsfolk, but it was a traditional town event after all, not a club in Zuzu City. It would probably have been uncomfortable after only being a part of the community for a couple weeks.

Now a year later, (Y/n) had felt comfortable enough to join in on the festivities and Haley had surely made her regret stepping away from her busy farm life with the utterance of those two stupid words.

Good job, idiot.

She continued to watch over Alex’s shoulder as Leah unexpectedly walked up. Leah? Leah usually danced with Elliot. What was she doing sidling up to (Y/n) like that? Haley looked around for the writer, but he was nowhere to be seen. Was he sick or something?

Haley looked back in time to see (Y/n) smile kindly at something Leah had said and felt something burning within her as Leah offered (Y/n) her hand and the farmer took it.

“What’s going on behind me that has you squeezing my shoulders like that?” Alex asked, craning his head back, “It kinda hurts.”

“Nothing.” Haley snapped.

She turned her head away from (Y/n) and Leah, trying to ignore them bonding over being the newest residents of the valley and how Leah’s first Flower Dance went. How Leah taught (Y/n) the steps, something that could have been Haley’s honor not even ten minutes ago.

“Doesn’t seem like nothing,” Alex winced, “Come on Haley, I can feel your nails through my shirt.”

“Sorry.” Haley eased up a bit, but her steely gaze still lingered on the two women butchering the steps while snickering to each other.

Haley was furious. They were making a mockery of the long standing tradition! That was definitely what was pissing her off. Not the fact that she could have just as easily been in Leah’s shoes, helping (Y/n) find her footing and laughing with her instead—

“Too tight again Haley, damn!” Alex hissed, finally twirling Haley around so he could take a look at what was pissing her off so bad that she felt the need to leave him bruised.

“What am I supposed to be seeing here?”

“Just drop it.” Haley nearly growled.

“Ohhhh,” Alex winced upon spotting Leah and (Y/n) spinning together, “I get it. Well, they could just be dancing as friends like us you know. You’re not out of this yet.”

“What are you talking about?” She grumbled.

“(Y/n) and Leah. I figured farm girl would steal my spot this year. I was kinda hoping for it too,” Alex pulled at his collar, “this outfit is always so itchy.”

“Why would I dance with her? That makes no sense.” Haley shot defensively, not loud enough for anyone else to hear, but loud enough to make Emily peer over Shane’s shoulder to try and see what her sister was so grumpy about.

“Uhh, don’t you like her?” Alex asked with uncertainty, “I could have sworn—“

“I do not!” Haley fumed, heart pounding and face flushing once again, “Why would you think that?”

“The last time we were in your dark room. I mean, dude, like, a loooot of your pictures lately have been of (Y/n)…”

“I needed to have a gallery that showcased humans and nature for an online class!” Haley defended, though her cheeks blushed darker, “I sure as hell wasn’t going to ask that weirdo in the mountains if I could follow him around for a couple days. (Y/n) was the obvious choice.”

“I don’t get why you’re so defensive about it. It’s cool if you like her or whatever. You know I don’t care. Emily definitely wouldn’t. I think no one would mind as much as you seem to, or you’re at least in the minority on the subject.”

“I. Do. Not. Like. Her. Like. That.” Haley gritted out.

Alex sighed heavily. Why did Haley always have to be so stubborn? He had an idea, but it was going to be just a little mean…

“Oh whoa, they’re totally making out.”

“What?!”

Haley’s heart dropped as she yanked Alex around so she could look at (Y/n) and Leah again. They weren’t kissing, nor did it look like they had been. They were still clumsily dancing together as they talked.

Haley turned her eyes back on Alex, who dared to wear a smug little smirk on her face that Haley desperately wanted to slap off.

“You do like her, Hales. You haven’t liked anyone in forever! And as your best friend, it’s my job to help you shoot your shot. Come on, let’s dance over and see if we can’t get you to cut in.”

“No, Alex,” Haley pulled him back, a touch of fear in her voice “I, I can’t. Not after what I said. She must think I’m such a bitch.”

“What are you talking about?”

“She already asked me to dance, Alex,” Haley groaned angrily at herself, “and do you know what I said? I said, ‘ew, no’.”

“No.” Alex sucked in air through clenched teeth.

“Yeah, try coming back from that. She’ll never talk to me again.”

“You could tell her you’re sorry. Say you got so nervous you insulted her. That might help.”

“Oh sure.” Haley scoffed.

“It would be better than doing nothing!” Alex whined. “Haley, before (Y/n), I was basically the only person you ever talked to. You really stepped up this year and I’d hate to see you close yourself off again.”

(Y/n) and Leah seemed to have grown tired of dancing and went to join the sidelines once more and Haley looked to the grass at her feet. She wanted to say to hell with it. People come and go all the time, just look at her parents and their never ending trips. However, she couldn’t bring herself to slip away from (Y/n). She didn’t want (Y/n) to slip away from her either.

“What do I do, Alex? She’s not going to want to talk to me after this.”

“We’ll think of something,” Alex promised, giving Haley one last twirl, “We’ll think of something.”

***

“H-hello?” (Y/n) called out as she entered the Secret Woods.

She had received a letter in the mail that morning, urging her to arrive at her earliest convenience. She had half a mind to suspect it was the bear again, although the only thing she had been instructed to bring was herself, not syrup.

As she wandered further into the clearing, she faintly heard music playing and decided to follow it. She stopped in her tracks when she saw Haley flattening a table cloth over a large tree stump. The sting of yesterday was still very fresh in her mind. Surely Haley didn’t send her that letter… she took a step back, but her foot snapped a twig, causing Haley’s head to snap up.

Haley quickly finished what she was doing, hands moving clumsily from nervousness. She dried her sweaty palms on the back of her skirt and then took a deep breath as she approached (Y/n).

“Hey,” Haley said, her smile looking a bit too pained to be sincere. Much like the polite smile (Y/n) was trying to hold.

“Ah, sorry Haley. I didn’t know—“

“I want you here,” Haley spoke quickly, “I wrote the letter.”

“You did? Why?” (Y/n) asked, her body language defensive. After yesterday, she wasn’t too keen on listening to whatever Haley had to say. She didn’t think she knew Haley as well as she thought she did.

“Because I wanted to apologize for yesterday. I- I was totally out of line. I’m really, really sorry.”

“But why did you say that at all? Haley, that really hurt me.” (Y/n) crossed her arms over her chest.

“I know, I regretted it as soon as I said it. I was just scared I guess. I didn’t expect you to ask me to dance and I know that’s a dumb excuse, but I swear I didn’t mean it.”

“What were you scared for?” (Y/n) asked softly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Because I,” Haley took in a shaky breath, “I like you a lot.”

“You were scared to accept my invitation to dance because you like me?” (Y/n) tested the words on her tongue, finding them just as confusing as when Haley had said them.

“Yeah, well, when you repeat it back like that it sounds dumb,” Haley blushed, “but, ugh! You know me. I’m not easy to get along with. I also don’t like being vulnerable so this whole thing is killing me now, but, I also like you too much to not try to apologize so,” Haley tentatively held her hand out to the bewildered farmer, “will you please let me have this dance in an attempt to redeem myself?”

(Y/n) studied the offered hand for a moment, making Haley so nervous she stopped breathing, but then (Y/n) gave her a small smile and took Haley’s hand.

“Okay.”

Haley inhaled deeply, feeling a weight come off her shoulders. She hurriedly put her free hand around (Y/n)’s waist and took the lead. Her skin tingled when (Y/n)’s hand came to rest on her shoulder.

“Thank you.” Haley breathed a sigh of relief.

“You know, you really surprised me yesterday,” (Y/n) began, making Haley wince, “I know you can be a little grouchy, even mean sometimes,” Haley wished the ground would swallow her whole,

“but the more we got to know each other, the more I got to see who you are trying to protect, the person who are underneath the prickliness. Granted, the prickliness is just as much a part of you, but I think it’s cute when you’re a little snarky,” Haley bit the inside of her cheek. She felt like she should be insulted, but (Y/n) finding something about her cute was making her blush,

“I was hurt when you turned me down like that yesterday, but I was also worried that would be the end of our friendship.”

“Why would you worry about that? If the shoe had been on the other foot, I would have said good riddance.” Haley asked, mentally kicking herself for possibly giving (Y/n) the idea to back away now.

“Yeah, I kinda did feel that way at first,” (Y/n) admitted, “but when Leah helped me cool down, I at least wanted to know why you reacted the way you did. I’m glad you reached out to me before I did, because I honestly had no idea how to approach the subject.” (Y/n) said with a sheepish grin.

“What, are you afraid of me or something, Miss spends-all-winter-in-the-mines?” Haley Scoffed.

“Oh definitely.”

“Really?”

“You are scarier than you give yourself credit for.”

Haley tried not to laugh, but she couldn’t help it. She lowered her head to rest against (Y/n)’s shoulder and giggled, making (Y/n) laugh as well.

They swayed through a couple more songs before Haley pulled back and asked (Y/n) if she was hungry before motioning back to the the covered tree stump. They ate and talked together while listening to the portable radio Haley had brought along. When there was a lull, Haley asked,

“Hey, it’s not exactly the Flower Dance, but there’s always a dance floor at the summer Luau… be my dance partner?”

(Y/n) perked up, giving Haley another smile that gave her butterflies, “I’d like that.”

“Awesome.”

Maybe by summer she’d work up the courage to ask (Y/n) if she wanted to be her girlfriend, but this was perfect for now. Alex was going to need to help her with a plan, but when (Y/n) reached across the stump the tuck a bit of Haley’s hair behind her ear, she was feeling a little better about her chances.

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batshieroglyphics · 3 months

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[FIC] Faith to Believe ~ Star Wars Prequels ~ Jaster/Obi-Wan ~ Teen

Title: Faith to Believe Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Era Author: Batsutousai Series: Feel the Change in the Wind Rating: Teen Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Jaster Mereel Warnings: Alternate Universe, time travel, Jedi culture positive, self-defeating mental space, struggling with self-worth, having an awesome support system Summary: The thing was, happy endings were for crèche tales, not something that happened in real life, not in Obi-Wan's life, at least. Event: @jastobiweek 2024

"I've gone maudlin," Obi-Wan moaned, flopping over sideways on the floor of the records room. A familiar sigh came from the doorway, and Jocasta stepped past Obi-Wan to turn off the holo recording the birth of every Force-sensitive child that the Order was aware of. In the darkness of a room lit only by the emergency lighting and what came in through the crack under the door that had closed behind Jocasta she carefully lowered herself to sit on the cold stone floor next to him. "Why are we being maudlin today?" she asked, instead of asking if Obi-Wan had seen his name on the recording, yet. (He hadn't, and he was beginning to believe he never would, that he would be the only version of himself that would exist, now, because he should have joined the crèche last year, and he hadn't. He still hadn't figured out how to tell Anakin.) "I met a handsome stranger," Obi-Wan said, because if he was going to be maudlin, he was damn well going to be dramatic about it. "Ah, that sort of story," Jocasta said with humour. "Go on, then. Set the scene." Obi-Wan groaned and pushed himself back to sitting up next to her. "He's a soldier. Not really handsome in the classical sense, bit rugged, hasn't shaved in a few days. Nose a little crooked." Jocasta snorted. "Did I ever tell you about how your old master got his nose broken?" Obi-Wan couldn't stop a grin, because he had loved that story as a padawan. Tahl and Micah and Yoda had all told it very differently, and always made sure Qui-Gon was nearby, for the maximum embarrassment. Jocasta had her own spin on it, which Obi-Wan hadn't learnt until after Naboo, when she'd found him haunting the stacks with information on Sith for the sixth week straight, and had decided to tell him embarrassing stories about his late master's padawanhood, until he'd laughed so hard, he'd started to cry.

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electronickingdomfox · 5 months

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"Uhura's Song" review

Novel from 1985, by Janet Kagan. I have mixed feelings about this book. For starters, if you're looking for a story focused on Uhura, this isn't it. She plays an important role in the very first chapters, but then she goes to the background, and doesn't have more protagonism than, say, Chekov.

Anyway, misleading title and cover aside, there are good things about it. The culture of the Sivaoans (some kind of anthropomorphic cats) is well fleshed and described in detail. Little by little, we learn a lot about this people: their social structure and rites of passage, the importance they place on names and oral tradition, their linguistic quirks, taboos and legends, etc. By the last third of the novel, when the crew goes on a quest along the main Sivaoan characters, we've come to understand and care about them. So yeah, as an exploration of an alien culture, it's alright.

But on the other hand, there's an incredible amount of filler in this novel. It's about twice as long as the average TOS novel of this era, but a great chunk of it is just pages and pages of the Enterprise crew doing cute things and playing with cats. With little development in-between. The narrative has a tendency to overindulge in the most insignificant events. Sometimes, after several pages of this, I'd stop and think "Are they really STILL talking about that!? It wasn't so interesting to begin with!" Granted, the main mystery is engaging enough to keep going: I wanted to know what had happened between the Sivaoans and their distant relatives thousands of years ago; and I wanted to know how they'd find the cure for the plague that's at the core of the mission, and what had songs to do with it. Those things kept me going... but with a lot of struggle to wade through the fluff.

Another problem is the guest character, Dr. Evan Wilson, who's not just a doctor, she's a... (insert anything you can think of here). No, really, whatever you can do, be sure she can do it ten times better: she beats Sulu at fencing and Spock at computers, she's a better engineer than Scotty, she's the best friend of everyone and is impossible not to love her (including the Sivaoans), she will develop a new vaccine and then kill a dangerous beast with a spear in the same breath, all the time being "super funny". Even when she's not present, other characters' conversations tend to gravitate towards her and comment on how awesome she is. (For those that get "The Simpsons" references: she's a Poochie, literally). But it's not just that she's a blatant Mary Sue; after all, a Mary Sue may fulfill an important role in a story, provide the plot or be the key to solve a conflict. The main problem with Dr. Wilson is that I see no reason why she needs to be in the story to begin with. She just steals McCoy's role as chief medical officer, and doesn't offer anything that couldn't have been done by other character (like Uhura, for example). There's some mystery about her identity, but its resolution doesn't explain why she's important for the story either.

To summarize, this novel has an interesting premise, but would have been much better without Dr. Wilson, and cutting corners on the fluff. If you want to read an actual Uhura story, go get "The Tears of the Singers" instead... Unless you absolutely need lots of cats, I don't know.

Spoilers under the cut:

The Eeiauoans (some sort of cat people) are being ravaged by the worst outbreak so far of a deadly disease: ADF syndrome. Sick Eeiauoans start losing all their fur, bend in pain, and in the final stages, enter a coma and die. At first thought to be exclusive to this race, the disease starts propagating among humans, and Chapel is one of the first to fall sick. So while McCoy battles the disease planetside, Uhura tries to find a solution in the Enterprise. She's good friends with Sunfall, an Eeiauoan dancer, and suspects there are clues about a cure, hidden in the ancient songs that Sunfall passed to her.

Thus, Uhura starts working with Spock to analyze the songs. Some of them seem to allude to a different origin for the Eeiauoans, as if they were colonists or exiles from another planet. And Uhura believes the cure is to be found in their planet of origin; one of the songs mentions similar symptoms as ADF, but unfortunately, the part about the cure was cut out. Speculating about some astronomical references in the songs, they narrow down the search to a certain quadrant. But the Eeiauoans refuse to help, or even acknowledge this extra-planetary origin, as if they were hiding something. Finally one of them, desperate about her sickness, confesses that the planet's name is Sivao, which helps Spock and Uhura to pinpoint the place. And considering how difficult was this search, and how vague the references in the songs, they solve this part of the problem with relative ease.

McCoy is left with the medical team in the planet, so Dr. Wilson takes his place in the Enterprise. Once in Sivao, Kirk, Wilson, Spock, Uhura and Chekov beam down to contact the aliens. They're very similar to the Eeiauoans, suggesting a common ancestry, though their language is a bit different. And unlike the Eeiauoans, they still live as nomadic tribes. They're amicable enough at first, but as soon as Kirk mentions the Eeiauoans and the plague, they become really hostile, and refuse to talk about the subject. Just as happened with their relatives, the Sivaoans don't even recognize the existence of the others. Nonetheless, the crew stays with them for several days, in the hope that they reveal something eventually. Uhura trades songs with the local bard, Chekov builds shelters and plays with the kids, Wilson befriends Brightspot (the local chief's young daughter) and Jinx (a kind of outcast among her people). They also discover that the Sivaoans have perfect pitch when singing, and perfect memory of events, so they don't need books. But although some Sivaoans seem to be itching to help them, they still can't acknowledge the existence of the Eeiauoans. Besides, a description of ADF syndrome doesn't ring any bells with the town's doctor.

Meanwhile in Eeiauo, McCoy has contracted ADF too, but a new treatment developed by Wilson before her departure can slow down the symptoms, though it's not a cure. (And there's a big mood whiplash here, since Kirk and co. are having so much fun with the cats, while McCoy is having the shittiest time of his life...).

In the Sivaoan village, the crew finally gets one of the natives to speak, even if she can only confess it to the tricorder: two thousand years ago, their civilization split between a technologically-advanced one, and a tribal one; but technology and urban dwelling brought disease and the extinction of several species, so that part of the Sivaoans was forced to leave the planet, and establish a colony in Eeiauo. The two branches have tried to ignore each other ever since, out of guilt. However, if the crew wishes to learn more, they'll have to undergo a rite of passage to be considered real adults for the Sivaoans. So the crew, together with Brightspot and Jinx (who was ostracized for having failed the rite several times) go out on a quest. They need to traverse a dangerous part of forest to the nearest village.

For the following days, the crew fights against wild animals with primitive weapons, survive a fall into the river, and must take care of Chekov, who has fallen suddenly ill with ADF. It turns out that Chekov was specially sensitive to the disease, and he will die even before reaching the next village. Then Uhura decides to sing again the song about the cure, but this time varying the pitch, in case that makes Brightspot and Jinx recognize it. Effectively, one of the variations matches a Sivaoan song about some mild chidren disease. This way, they find out that this minor disease in Sivao, has evolved into the lethal ADF among other populations. Chekov caught the disease because he was playing a lot with the cat kids. Once they know this, Jinx quickly concocts a cure with local plants, and Chekov starts recovering.

After finishing the quest, the crew is able to confront the local chieftain as adults, and several Sivaoans choose to go with them to Eeiauo, to help with the cure (among them, Brightspot and Jinx). Everyone is cured and vaccinated, and it's time for Dr. Wilson to depart. Spock, who had grown increasingly suspicious about Wilson, starts investigating her records. And he discovers she's not the real Dr. Wilson, but some kind of "space pirate" or benevolent trickster, who goes around impersonating other people and helping here and there... Okaaay. In her last message, Wilson challenges Spock to keep searching for her across the galaxy (but I'm pretty sure Spock will have forgotten everything by the next novel).

Spirk Meter: 2/10*. There's the usual mind-link between Kirk and Spock, so the latter is certain that the Captain's alive after falling into a river. Kirk is often amused by Spock's idiosyncracies. And one night, he wakes up from a nightmare, to find Spock's "reassuring form" next to the fire. Also, Kirk teases Spock saying that "some of my best friends are devious- isn't that right, Mr. Spock?" However, there's only timid examples like these. Compared with other novels, there's not much more.

A bit of McKirk as well. McCoy is reaaally happy to have Kirk back in the end. And Kirk comes to a sleeping, sick McCoy (who's cuddling with the cat kids; you know, the ones that carried the infection... WHY!?), and wakes him gently to tell him everything about their adventure.

*A 10 in this scale is the most obvious spirk moments in TOS. Think of the back massage, "You make me believe in miracles", or "Amok Time" for example.

Tagged: @agenderlessrat

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be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie · 1 year

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Okay, so I've been surfing tumblr and seeing all these headcanons and various other little things about the Sullies as children and it got my brain going so thanks a lot to every last person who has aided in giving me Avatar brainrot. Anyways, I've built this whole thing up in my head that goes from the time Neytiri & Ronal get pregnant to who the fuck knows, so starting with the eldest lets begin (just the Sullys as babies, if you enjoy putting your own thoughts in this one then I'll get to Ronal and Tonowari's kids and more lol).

Neteyam

He was a total and complete accident 100%

Jake and Neytiri were a very quick-burn romantically and got married a little over a year after they officially began dating, they were only married for like 12 seconds when surprise! Positive pregnancy test, babe.

Jake spends a good thirty minutes fully committed to the idea that Neytiri is just fucking with him. She is not.

He spends another thirty minutes wrapping his head around the fact that he's going to be a dad.

He wants so badly to talk to Tommy about it but god damnit he can't.

He's for sure the more cautious one during the pregnancy, of that I have no doubt. Neytiri will want to do some random shit like go horseback riding with Tsu'tey (this man will always live on in my heart okay let me be happy) and Jake will practically faint at the thought alone.

Eventually Neytiri will start pretending to want to do #risky shit solely for the amusement Jake's reactions bring her with zero intentions of actually following through. Nobody is sure if Jake ever ended up catching on or not.

I'm 100% convinced that Neytiri would be into all of the traditional pregnancy milestones/events and fucking live for each and every one of them regardless of Jake's thoughts because it's their baby, Jake, and don't you want to see if a necklace will actually predict the gender of him/her? (It very much did not, Neteyam wound up being a boy. Stupid necklace.)

Grandma Mo'at is your trademark superstitious/nature-inclined grandparent and I have zero doubts that Neytiri has inherited some of that. I feel like it would flare up during her first pregnancy but only, like, low-key. Do with this information what you will.

Jake has no idea what to do or buy or anything but boy does he try. (When he fails he fails hard but when he gets it right he gets it right *that cute little dinosaur mobile is just so adorable!*)

Neteyam is by far Neytiri's easiest pregnancy. She doesn't really get any morning sickness and feels pretty fine in general throughout the whole thing.

She does wind up craving a ton of different fruits though (blueberries and honeydew melon mainly, but also strawberries, watermelon, blackberries, and pretty much any other melon under the sun. Oh, there was also that one time she refused to eat anything but pomegranates for like one solid afternoon).

Neteyam is a summer baby and nobody can convince me otherwise. August, to be exact.

I imagine that, while her pregnancy was breezy, Neteyam's actual birth sucked ass.

Jake almost passes out but luckily war prepared him for the horrors he witnessed in that delivery room.

Neteyam was actually pretty quiet after his birth. Once they got him all wrapped up he was chill.

Jake was the first one to hold him since Neytiri was exhausted beyond understanding, but Jake sat really close to her and she pretty much demanded to hold their son after like 5 minutes and the nurses were all like: ma'am, you're about to pass out???

As long as one of six songs is playing everything is chill: Edith Whisker's Home, Stephan Sanchez's See the Light, Sea Wolf's The Violet Hour, The Family Crest's She Knows My Name, Mills' Born N' Raised, or Black Match's Nowhere. If one of these songs is playing, Neteyam is an angel. The moment the music stops, though? I'd hate to be anyone within a ten mile radius because that baby's got pipes.

I feel like Neteyam is actually a big daddy's boy during this time period. He's all giggly and happy around everyone, but it becomes clear around three months in that dad is indeed the favorite. And it makes sense. Jake is who he's around the majority of his day (I'm fully committed to stay-at-home dad Jake Sully). Neytiri likes to tease him, saying if she was at home more it would be no contest. Secretly, though, she's happy he's bonding so much with their baby. He needs some light in his life.

Jake is completely restless inside but at the same time has no idea what he can and cannot do with a baby (plus there's the whole "music needs to be playing" thing) so he resorts to long car rides regularly with Neteyam's coveted songs playing on repeat.

Neteyam isn't a picky eater per se, but he is very particular---oh who the fuck am I kidding this kid refuses to eat anything but banana baby food voluntarily good luck with that Jake. Eventually Jake manages to weasel in plum baby food too (sticking to the fruit theme I see) but that is it. (I just picture this man in tears trying to get Neteyam to try some peas or a chocolate bar or "something, Neteyam, anything".)

Spider

Spider enters the scene a little before Kiri is born, I like to think. He's already around a year and a half when he's plopped into Norm's lap as a temporary placement while they scramble to find him a more permanent home.

It starts out with Jake agreeing to watch the little guy while Norm does science-y stuff, but quickly Jake finds himself getting attached. Spider is just such a sweet, lively baby who's curious about everything around him, especially Neteyam.

Like seriously, baby Spider is full-on fascinated with his siblings, starting of course with Neteyam. Whenever he sees the boy, he'll squeal excitedly and make hand gestures as if to say "bring him closer!" and it's just the most adorable thing Jake has ever seen.

Wherever Neteyam is set down, Spider will make his way to him no matter what is in the way. He can't walk on his own completely yet, but he is very good at walking by holding on to furniture and other such things. As long has he can pull himself up, this dude is getting places.

Jake learns very quickly to either 1) watch Spider like a hawk at all times or 2) but Neteyam close by and let his charming baby work his magic in getting Spider's full attention.

Spider isn't picky (something that relieves Jake greatly) and will eat pretty much whatever Jake hands him, though Jake quickly learns that yogurt is his favorite.

Spider has a strange fascination with fairy lights, too. He gets a kick out of when they change color and it provides hours of entertainment as long as Neteyam is near as well, allowing Jake to get various things done with little concern. Spider especially likes it when the lights turn red and he always turns to babble nonsense at Jake when they do, most notably being "no no no!" but in, like, a happy way? Jake isn't sure if Spider understands the true meaning of the word yet, which actually concerns him for a little until Spider makes it very clear one day that he is not fond of baths with many no no no's.

Eventually Neytiri can't help but become fond of Spider as well. It starts when Norm needs someone to watch him on a Sunday but Jake can't because Sunday is the day he and Neytiri decided would be his break day, a time away from the kids and house to just relax, so he's at the beach. She reluctantly agrees to take Spider as a favor to Norm, seeing how desperate the man is and also not wanting to interrupt Jake's relaxing day out.

It doesn't get off to a great start. Spider seems perplexed when he realizes that Jake isn't at the house due to the fact that at this point he's been spending Monday through Friday with Jake and Neteyam (along with some Saturdays), and this is followed swiftly by agitation. He isn't a loud crier like Neteyam, but he might just be worse anyways because Jesus does that kid squirm. He spends the first hour whining and squirming and pushing at Neytiri as if to try and get her to put him down. Neteyam calms him considerably, but he's still fussy and babbling "no!" over and over again, along with the occasional break in pattern to sprinkle in some variety.

Neytiri cracks and texts Jake asking what to do, and when Jake asks if she's tried the fairy lights she realizes she hasn't and gives it a try. Spider's whining ceases instantly, replaced by giggles.

After that it's easier, and Neytiri puts on Cars and makes sure that they're both situated safely before going to the kitchen to grab a smoothie and then comes to sit on the couch. When a little hand comes to rest on her knee she looks down and sees Spider looking up at her curiously.

He then proceeds to reach out and ask "eat?" and how did Neytiri not notice how cute he is with his sunshine curls and cornflower eyes and chubby little cheeks and okay maybe she's beginning to understand why her husband is fond of this child.

(She lets Spider try the smoothie, btw.)

The day Norm has to take Spider to his more permanent foster placement, Jake and Neytiri come with and Jake has like a whole list of dos and don'ts and has brought all of the things Spider likes and is all like "and remember, he's super easy to give a bath to so long as you sing him the tiny turtle song while you put him in the tub. Oh, also he loves yogurt but especially the key-lime pie yogurt. And lemon, too! You know what, he likes citrus in general. Don't forget that his favorite color is red! I packed a pair of red pjs in there, they're his favorite, we got them for him when we went to the mall that one time. Also, so long as you feed him a good time before you put him to bed he should go down just fine, just make sure you don't---" and Neytiri's all like "ma Jake I think they get it," only then she begins her own lecture on how he likes it if you put ice in his apple juice and to never give him chocolate because it makes him hyper and don't bother with baby gates because that shit doesn't work and soon enough they realize that, hey, this might be our baby now.

Kiri

She's born a little before Lo'ak. Definitely a spring baby.

The quietest baby you will ever fucking know. When she was born she was so quiet that the doctors were genuinely worried for a moment that she'd been stillborn.

Spider loves her immediately, to absolutely nobody's surprise. A good portion of Kiri's early days are spent being babbled to by Spider endlessly.

Unlike Neteyam, Kiri is a total mama's girl and gets all grumpy when Neytiri leaves the room unless she's sleeping when Neytiri leaves, then for some reason it's all good like? Jake will never understand. Eventually, however, this becomes a Mo'at thing. Very quickly Mo'at and her become one another's favorites and Mo'at will often find the most absurd reason to come see her.

Neytiri sings to her and takes her out to the backyard to lay on the grass and I swear this baby loves grass more than she loves the warmth of her own home.

Kiri loves carrot and pea baby food, much to Jake's surprise. Sure, Spider isn't a picky eater, but the kid was by no means a lover of vegetables. He'd eat them, but never pick them. And Neteyam? Hell, getting that baby to eat something more than plums and bananas was something he considered a win. So a child who actively eats veggies? Fucking finally.

Very interested in all of the plants around their house. Nothing else to be said. She just sort of looks at them in that weird way that only babies can look at something.

She has this purple blanket that Neytiri made for her herself and she will. not. sleep without it. Ever. She won't cry or anything like that if she doesn't have it, but you best bet that she will not be doing much of anything else either.

Whenever she has it she's asleep like 90% of the time. Jake's kind of confused actually because neither Neteyam nor Spider slept as much as she does.

Over all, Kiri is probably the chillest of the Sullys as a baby. Not very demanding, not very easy to upset, and doesn't make things difficult most days.

Lo'ak

Neytiri's hardest pregnancy for sure. She was puking, sick, huge, and could hardly keep anything down at all. The only two things Neytiri managed to keep down throughout her whole pregnancy without puking it up at least once was orange juice (extra pulpy) and Domino's barbeque pizza, and you best bet that got old quick.

Thankfully, the birth went smoothly. He was for sure born in early, early summer---like the time when it's still cooler and sort of rainy but also sunny at the same time.

I don't want to go so far as to say that Lo'ak was a demon-baby, but this child definitely gave Jake a run for his money. One minute he likes something and wants it, the next minute how dare you even so much as think about trying to feed that poison to him. One minute he loves being held, the next minute he's screaming and tears are falling and he hates you. With Jake he was like this all of the time. With Neytiri he was better, but still fussy.

I'm convinced that him and Neteyam were, like, so close when they were little and the only person that Lo'ak was an absolute angel to was in fact little one-year-old Neteyam. Whenever Neteyam was around he would smile and giggle and try to get closer. I swear, even as a baby Neteyam's charm was unparalleled.

Lo'ak has this binky that he had with him almost 24/7. Without it he was even more. . . er, challenging, than usual. And teething hit him hard as well. The amount of teething toys and biscuits this poor family had to go through, I swear.

Lo'ak, unlike the others, did not take to solids very well at first. The struggle to get this child to eat something, anything, that wasn't breast milk was so real you don't even know. Jake just let Neytiri take care of this one, it was clear he wasn't going to get anywhere. How she managed to get him to eat, Jake will never know (it was cinnamon applesauce, she coerced him with cinnamon applesauce).

Lo'ak had this particularly fun phase where he liked pulling on pretty much anything within reach and this led to him almost getting himself killed multiple times.

Whenever Neteyam cried, Lo'ak cried. Whenever Neteyam laughed, Lo'ak laughed. Sometimes when he was particularly exhausted Jake would do his best to get Neteyam in a good mood because if Neteyam was in a good mood, so was Lo'ak.

Despite how difficult Lo'ak could be, there were these times when he would just cry and cry until Jake picked him up, and then he would just fall asleep while Jake held him. As much as Jake hated to admit it, it felt nice to walk around the house with a sleeping Lo'ak tucked to his chest.

Neytiri would often cook with Lo'ak strapped to her. He was her "little taste-tester".

I'm sorry this got so long my brain knows no bounds I swear I go so overboard sometimes 😭 Tuk isn't in this one because in my head I'm going chronologically btw.

I don't even think there is anything to add, anon. Just know I am crying?? Thank you so much for this genuine gift you have given me.

I LOVEEEE stay at home wheelchair dad Jake Sully he means the entire world to me. Jake being convinced Neytiri was joking about being pregnant??? Obsessed. WANTING TO TALK TO TOMMY?? Dead. FOSTER DAD NORM?? You can't convince me Jake and Norm didn't become friends through the foster system they were both in okay okay. And Norm and Tommy connected over their science shit and Jake was always trying to keep them from getting bullied too hard lol. Norm is a foster parent because he believes in fixing the system through it, Jake is more disillusioned. He was all skeptical of the idea at first, but boy did he get attached to Spider quickly. Neytiri and Jake's Spider speech kills me I'll die real tears. They're like oh shit actually... you can't have him. And the days before they can petition the court about it? So sad. Neteyam is a mess without his buddy. Kiri's vibes are simply flawless, and I love Mo'at making shit up to be there lol. DEMON BABY LO'AK, iconic, please. He tries to die so often. They have to baby proof the baby proofing on the house.

Please anon, this made my week, definitely send more.

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drmslastmorning · 7 months

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Cooking for two, three (or even four?)

Characters: Dream, Technoblade, Echo(oc)

Words: 2.8k (one-shot)

Warnings: short panic attack, unplanned pregnancy, very small references to past abuse

done for @sixteenth-day-event february prompts!

A good amount of years after Technoblade broke Dream out of prison, Dream attempts to make a cute valentine's breakfast for his partner. A weird familiar morning sickness interrupts his plans.

Dream wakes up first. It's not really established, or what Technoblade would prefer, but it's just how it turns out. Techno really doesn't get a say in it. Dream's always been that way, last to go to bed, first to get up, noone really knows how long he actually sleeps, or if he does at all. Rarely, Techno gets to trap him in a hug and keep him restrained to make sure he'd at least rest during the night hours, but even then he's never quite sure that Dream settles down enough to sleep. It's the best compromise they'll be getting, however. So he doesn't grumble about it too much, whenever he wakes up in bed, alone. (or with Echo, close to his side!)

Dream also isn't used to cooking. Simple joys aren't something he used to indulge in and even now, he'd usually say they're far beneath him. Even having lived with Techno for so long and actually beginning to enjoy cooking, it's difficult to allow himself such a simple joy. But it's valentine's day, and he'd feel worse if he didn't cook a little something. The first thing he learns about cooking for two is that you always have to not only think about yourself. Dream isn't used to that. Whenever he'd provide the bare minimum of nutrients to himself, he had only himself to think about. But when he's standing in Technos kitchen he's not just cooking for himself: he'd feel bad if he did, because he's supposed to be sharing. (besides, he's using the excuse that this is for valentine's.)

Another thing Dream isn't used to. At first, Techno would cook and he's actually quite skilled at taking into account everyone who would be receiving the meal, due to Philza, it's not new that he'd be cooking for two, but Dream has learnt that the Angel of Death isn't actually the pickiest eater; yet Dream would probably find it easier to list all of the things he wouldn't eat, than the ones he would.

With the addition of Echo, finding one meal that would suit all became basically impossible. Because, somehow, Echo manages to be just as bad with her eating habits as Dream. It's at least one thing she happened to get from him, considering her little face was growing to resemble her other parent just a bit more than Dream would've liked. (when he sleeps with Techno and her, he can even pretend she might be Techno's.)

He stares at the cooking book next to him. His vision is still so screwed that he has to hold it up to his face to properly read the small print, but he's making an effort, and Techno keeps telling him that's what counts. A lot of cooking utensils have tiny prints, like the measuring cup. Techno admitted that even he can't read most of that, he just eyeballs and bullshits it, and Dream appreciates the honesty. Cooking doesn't need to be perfect.

Right. Breakfast. Technically he doesn't have to do this, but if he's already up, and he's already trying to keep himself alive, he might as well try to be a helpful member of the house and feed everyone else in it, too. What he's learned that it's almost impossible to find one meal all three of them will eat. At this point, he's convinced it might actually be impossible. Making two meals isn't really an issue, but making the effort to think that someone might need a different meal is.

Because, again, he's a little selfish.

Eyeballing ingredients has become something he's actually decent at. Who knew Technoblade had advice that was actually useful? He smiles a small smile, throwing together whatever the cookbook and his knowledge of his-- boyfriend? Partner? Roommate? He's not sure they've actually had a conversation on the terminology they're going to use- but he's using his knowledge of Technoblade and his child to conjure up something he hopes will be satisfying. Techno will be likely to eat it however bad it is and still lie to his face. (he'd admit later that it kind of sucked, whatever.)

It's small, it's simple, he hopes it's what it means to heal.

With the meals set up, he hesitantly bites the inside of his cheek. Eating will forever be an issue, he fears. He feels weirdly sick, actually, but he chalks it up to the usual sickness he felt before eating. (it feels weird, familiar, though.)

___

He jumps when the door to the kitchen opens and a tired Technoblade walks through. Dream stares at him, but Techno doesn't look back at him for a hot second, yawning, just trotting over to the hot cup of tea his boyfriend had set up for him.

The smaller hybrid chuckles. Looks like someone is still too tired to acknowledge his existence. "Good morning to you, too," he says, tapping the table with his hand.

He swallows down the morning sickness and the tremor in his hands. It's okay. He's not sure what's wrong. But whatever it is, he's going to toughen it out and ignore it as usual. One day Techno will smack him up the head for hiding his issues, but today won't be the day. (or he'll notice anyways, as usual, and he'll get a lecture either way.)

For now, he seems in the clear. Someone's too busy recovering from the fact that it's morning. Techno's cute like that, when he'd just woken up.

"Morning," Techno returns, dropping into his chair at the table. He glances over at the cute meals on the table, and the little candle Dream'd set, and are those- flowers? An eyebrow raises, while he lowers his mug. "Alright, what did you do this time?"

Offended, Dream crosses his arms. "W-what's that supposed to mean?!"

"You know, looks like you're apologizing for something," Techno responds and smiles smugly, watching Dream stumble over his words and turn red. Techno isn't even correct, but he's so baffled he can't help his surprise and reaction. "I--??? What??? Techno, it's-" He pauses. He's not sure Technoblade knows it's valentine's day. Do piglins do valentine's day? Maybe he should've asked Philza first, now that he's at it. But it's kind of too late, his boyfriend is already in front of him, thinking he's apologizing for something. Maybe he's apologizing for the weird ass headache and stomachache he's got, but that's not really something to ever apologize for, right? He isn't too sure, ever. This is almost weird now.

He clears his throat, walks past Techno, putting a hand on his shoulder momentarily, as he does. "No, I mean, I was just-" Chewing the inside of his cheek, his feet shift, his ears pin to the back of his head. He feels really awkward now. An anxious finger scratches at his weirdly growing horns, and he already dreads having to trim them again, just hoping they'll grow a better direction next time. "Valentine's day, Techno. I thought-" It's not like he did anything super special now, actually. Maybe he could've just pretended he felt like doing a little extra to the breakfast, but now he's already dropped the bag. There's a short pause, then a snort. "Oh," Techno laughs. "Right."

Looks like he remembered something, his eyes widening. "Oh," he repeats. "What?" Dream blinks, confused, Techno's shock at least pulling him out of his embarrassment and shame that he was possibly celebrating a holiday Technoblade didn't even seem to think about enough that it's today.

Maybe that means Techno also had something planned? He tries to ignore the growing headache. Okay, he swears something is wrong. Is he on his period or something?? Those have been coming and going irregularly since he's been eating more again.

He sees Techno move his lips and say something, but he isn't listening. Rubs his forehead, groans, shakes his head. "Wait, wait a moment." Lifting a hand, the cold metal of his finger prosthetics poking into his skin a bit too strongly. "Okay. What did you say? I didn't- sorry, I've got a really weird headache."

"You good?"

"C'mon Tech, it's nothing. Just- I dunno, hormones or whatever."

The Piglin hybrid raises an eyebrow and Dream shakes his head. "Dear god, no. No, I don't- I haven't checked, but I mean, I-" Shouldn't be his period. He isn't bleeding, right? The thought of that feels uncomfortable, but usually he's pretty good at telling- That really shouldn't be the case.

Techno shrugs it off. He's not super sure what Dream thought he was thinking of, but it probably isn't what he thought. "Bruh. I mean. I was saying, Valentine's today??" Dream blinks. "Yeah, I think so?"

"Ah. I. Uh. Forgot. This is really awkward, Dream. I've gotta say. This is really awkward of me." Now he's the one to look all embarrassed.

There's a giggle. And another. Well that lifts Dream's mood. At the very least, he isn't going to have to explain the concept. Remembering Techno's age, he'd consider it a little weird if it's something he hasn't come across at all. But it makes sense that it'd be a holiday he'd forget, or not think about enough. (he doesn't think they've celebrated it the past years either, but it's all a big blur.)

"No, I- I don't mind. I mean, I didn't do anything special either."

"You set up breakfast and the table!" Techno rebukes, frowning slightly.

"I do that-- from time to time!," Dream stems his hands on his hips, a little offended that Techno is acting like it's so rare that he cooks food. "That's not a big accomplishment!"

"Oh no. How am I going to face Philza and tell him I forgot it's Valentine's day? This is terrible. He's going to tell me I'm an awful boyfriend." Okay, now he's just being dramatic. Dream pouts, lightly punches Technos shoulder, then trots over to his own chair. (he momentarily considers waking Echo, but he supposes she'll get up eventually on her own. Or through their banter.)

"And now I'm being hit as well! Deserved, only the worst treatment for me today."

"Oh my God, Technoblade. You're so dramatic." He snorts, and finally Techno can't really stop his own laughing anymore, either. "C'mon. You gotta be mad at me at least a little," he reiterates, tilting his head at Dream.

"No??? It's a silly holiday."

___

Now he's turning red again, but for other reasons. He didn't know he could be so in love with someone's laugh. It's cute, it's big and hearty and leaves little room for him to feel any malice towards him for forgetting it's Valentine's day. (again, it's not like he did anything super special, either.)

"It was important enough that you made breakfast for it!" Techno gestures at the meals, but again, those aren't anything special. "I probably would've cooked either way!!" Dream bickers, crossing his arms.

"Oh, bruh. Did you even sleep tonight?"

"---no." He answers, voice tiny and small, because he's a little embarrassed of the fact that he didn't. He shouldn't be, it's nothing new, or surprising and Technoblade only rolls his eyes, but c'mon. "A-and if I did I probably would've forgotten and not done anything either!"

"Bruh."

"Shut up, Techno." Dream shakes his head, then shoves his plate towards him. "Eat, and shut up."

"Yes, mom."

"I'm not your-- oh my god. Whatever. I'm breaking up with you."

"You wouldn't do that to me," Techno says, regardless of the fact that his mouth was already full. "Thank you."

Dream pouts. Rolls his eyes. "Sure, whatever, you're so stupid."

"You love me that way."

He does, but he's still upset. At least it's distracting him from his headache. But he still feels like throwing up. It's only been a few years since he'd been pregnant with Echo, but he was going through so many things at that time, that he's not really sure what was a pregnancy symptom and what was a symptom of something else.

Oh God, does he think he's pregnant? There's no way. Okay, there is a way, but- He pauses, just kinda, staring off into nothing. If he's pregnant- He's only been with Techno recently. And it's definitely not like they've been taking into account that there would be a possibility he'd get pregnant. It's like he's learnt nothing.

Technoblade swallows his food before he speaks again. "Uhhh, Dream? You good?"

"I. Uh-" He lifts a hand to his mouth, then rushes over to the sink to throw up. Great, amazing, lovely. Dream retches, doesn't even notice that Techno got up until he's helping him hold his hair back. "Let it out. You eat something wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

Dream only manages to shake his head, throwing up whatever's left in his already empty stomach.

"I'm fine-," he heaves, taking a deep breath. Okay, in and out. In and out. You're good. You're- good. Oh God, wait. The realization is finally sinking in more. "No, I'm, I, I think I- fuck, Techno, do you think I could be- oh God, I mean, do you-" He gestures all over the place, then sinks onto his knees, leaning his head against the cupboard. Techno keeps running his fingers through his hair, now that he's not throwing up anymore, but it's still a comforting gesture. He's sat down next to him. "Take your time. No rush," Techno muses, and Dream melts. Oh, he's so glad he hasn't seen Sam's face in forever. Closing his eyes almost makes him capable of forgetting his face.

"Dream?" Oh, that's a voice he didn't need to hear now. "Echo, baby-," Dream starts, but his voice cracks. He grimaces awkwardly, doesn't look at the very small 4 year-old standing in the doorway. She's so tiny still, such a fragile thing. He doesn't look. If he sees her face he might throw up again. It feels like a really mean thought, but it's true. It's very mean. He hates that thought. He wants to say more, but he's not sure how it's coming across that he already won't look at her. He notices Techno moving away from him and he hears a few big footsteps, he thinks he hears Techno say something, but while he's trying to get through his small panic attack, it's a little difficult to comprehend anything either of them say to each other.

His head is pounding. Again, he presses his fingers into his forehead, and the cold prosthetics both help and don't help. It's okay. It's okay. He feels dread at the back of his gut. He doesn't notice when Technoblade is in front of him again, and the child seems to be gone. Takes a shaky breath, then falls towards him, letting him wrap him in a hug. "Where's Echo?," he whispers against Techno's chest, letting him play with his hair calmly.

Techno seems to pause, just kind of cradling him to his chest. "I gave her her breakfast and told her to eat in bed. I'd get her when we're done. Just told her you're feeling sick." That's fine. That's fine, he supposes. He groans. "Techno, do you think I-- uh."

"You, what?"

"What if I'm. Y'know." He gestures, but by the look on Techno's face now that he's opened his eyes again, nope, Techno doesn't have any idea. "Oh my God. Techno. What if I'm pregnant?"

That definitely gets Techno wide-eyed. "Oh." That's a realization he must've not considered before. Because now he's just staring at him like he told him Santa is actually real. Then it fades into worry again. Concern? Weird excitement? Everything at once? Dream can't really pinpoint it and he's not sure he wants to. (besides the sickness, he's not actually super sure how he feels about this.) Pregnancy isn't something he ever thought to have willingly, and he's not so sure this is willingly. He definitely had Sex with Techno willingly, but dear God.

"Wait. Are you sure???"

"No- I mean, I dunno???" It would explain his sickness. And his headache. And his hormones being all over the place the past few days, without being on his period. There's- no way, though, right? "Techno, what the fuck do I do?"

"Dream-" Pinpointing the exact emotion on Technoblade's face is surprisingly difficult. Looks like he's going through it more than Dream is. It actually makes him laugh. "Oh my God, Techno." He stops trying to look for something on his boyfriends face, falling against him again. "Oh my God," he keeps laughing, even though he's not sure if he should laugh or cry. "Are you laughing, or crying?" Techno asks, not sure which one he should be doing.

"Definitely both," Dream says, runs a hand through his hair in sheer disbelief. "I, I mean, I could be wrong. Echo's pregnancy was- really weird-"

"Phil's going to kill us, bro."

"I tell you I might be pregnant because of you and you're calling me 'bro'???"

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"Well, now I'm definitely a terrible boyfriend for not thinking of valentine's day."

The way he says that makes Dream put at least half of his actual strength into the punch he delivers against his chest. "Oof. That really hurt, Dream."

"Good. Fuck you."

#this is very short and silly but. I gotta make do #sixteenth-day-event #sixteenthdayevent #crivals #rivalsduo #cdnb #cdreamnoblade #cdream #ctechno #yaft dream #yaft techno #yaft althea (echo)

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Thanks to the shaman (Exhuma's Bonggil fanfiction)

pairing: Yoon Bonggil x female

warnings: angst (kinda), high school au, before the events of Exhuma

words: 2,5k

summary: You still remember how you lost the boy you loved so dearly. All thanks to the shaman.

a/n: I haven't seen a single Exhuma ff so I decided to write my own one. It's my first ff written in English ever, so forgive me for any errors. I hope you'll enjoy it ^^

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When your grandfather got sick out of the blue, firstly your family thought it was due to his age. Your parents took him to the local hospital, but the doctors there couldn’t tell what was wrong. So your parents took your grandfather to a hospital in Seoul, hoping that maybe the doctors there would be able to help him.

But nothing seemed to work.

Eventually, your grandfather was sent back home – the doctors couldn’t determine what exactly was happening to him, but his state wasn’t critical so there was no point in keeping him in the hospital. However, his strange state remained.

Your grandmother, against your parents' will, decided to call for a shaman. If the modern methods could help his husband, maybe the old ways would? That’s what she fought.

And so now you were at your grandparents' house, waiting with them for the shaman who agreed to visit your grandpa. You weren’t very optimistic about that. To be honest, you never really believed in spiritual things nor in feng shui or anything like that. But neither did you judge people who believed in it.

Until that one spring during your last year of high school.

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You could still remember how excited you were about going to high school. You were always a very cheerful person, an optimist with natural leadership skills, never had a problem with making friends or being the first person to speak up and, on top of that, you were academically talented too.

At the very beginning of the school year, you became class president – you volunteered for the role and your new classmates didn’t oppose that after hearing that you used to be a class president in middle school as well.

Sometime later, when the first midterms were nearing, one of your classmates asked you for help with mathematics. Yoon Bonggil. He was a member of your school’s basketball team and a very skilled player. Many girls in your school, the first graders as well as some older students, were swooning over him. It wasn’t a surprise – he was tall, unbelievably handsome and treated people around him with kindness. Not to mention the amazing aura that he had while on the court. Whoever went to the games was captivated by his moves, his charisma, his bright smile after his team scored a point and his joyful expression after winning the match.

Even you.

You would lie if you said that he didn’t make your heart beat just a tiny bit faster, especially when he was leaning so close to you, eyes on your eyes level while asking you for help so cutely. How could you turn him down? You couldn’t. And maybe that was the best decision you have ever made – or so you’ve thought at that time.

Over the time when you were helping him with his studies, the two of you got closer. Your study dates moved from the school cafeteria and library to cafes and your own houses. Eventually, your study dates stopped being just about school and became real dates. You could still remember the night when he grew the courage to ask you out.

It was the last game his basketball team was playing during the first year of high school. They won of course. After the game he was appointed the new captain of the team – the previous one was about to graduate and he wanted Bonggil to be his successor. Bonggil couldn’t believe it at first. You could see the joy radiating off of him, his sparking eyes, his wonderful smile when he was running up to you. Before you had a chance to congratulate him, he scooped you up in his arms and swung you around. When he put you down his eyes were glued to yours, smile never leaving his lips. And he popped up the question and asked if you would like to go on a date with him.

You started the second year of high school officially being in a relationship with Bonggil. You two were the hot talk of the school for some time – the class president and captain of the school’s basketball team. Many students envied you and your picture-perfect relationship. And it truly was like a fairytale for you. Everything you remember about your relationship with him was just wonderful. He was the sweetest, the most caring and the most loving boyfriend a girl could dream about. He always made sure that you felt loved, that you knew that no matter what you mattered to him the most. He always put you first. Not school. Not basketball. But you.

You were his whole world. And so he was yours.

But everything changed that cursed spring in your last year of high school, just a few months before you two were supposed to graduate. And everything because of that big game his team was playing, the game that could help them to get sports scholarships for university, the game that could be their ticket to professional basketball. The game and some idiotic idea of one of his teammates.

A ritual.

One of Bonggil’s teammates suggested doing a shamanic ritual to summon good spirits for the game. And for some reason, they all agreed to that. They decided to do a summoning ritual without telling anyone about it. If you knew what they were planning, you would at least try to talk them out of it, talk him out of it – but when you got to know about it, it was way too late to undo the damage. You never got to know what exactly that ritual looked like, but you remembered clear as day what was happening afterwards.

The team played better than ever before. They won the big game and their manager got contacted by some important names in the basketball world. It all seemed like their sports careers were about to reach up to a new height. But soon after the game things started getting weird. Weirder and weirder with every passing day.

Firstly one of the members complained about having some crazily scary nightmares in which an ancient powerful demon was chasing him trying to rip his heart out of his chest and eat it. Within just a few days all of the members were suffering from nightmares – all of them exactly the same, with a demon trying to eat their hearts. Secondly, there were hallucinations. Some of the boys claimed that they were seeing the demon from their dreams follow them around the town. Some claimed they’d heard the demon’s whispers or felt the touch of his claws on their skin.

It was getting progressively worse and worse. Boys stopped attending school. Their families, worried about them, were seeking medical support, but not a single doctor was able to tell what was happening to them. That’s when information about them performing a ritual came to the daylight. It was Bonggil who mentioned it during his feverish talk.

You were sick-worried about your boyfriend’s well-being. Even before the big game, you had noticed his unusual behaviour – it seemed to you like he was trying to hide something from you, but you blamed it on stress before the game. You thought he was just trying to play it cool and act as if he wasn’t anxious about the most important game of his teenage life. So you didn’t press him to tell you what was wrong. But you should have asked.

After the game, you could tell that your boyfriend wasn’t quite acting like himself. He seemed restless at all times, always looking around as if he expected someone or something to jump at him from behind the corner. And he had that wild look in his eyes. At first, it wasn’t very noticeable or maybe you didn’t notice fast enough, because suddenly Bonggil distanced himself from you, always coming up with some excuse as to why he couldn’t meet up with you. His explanations made sense to you so you didn’t inquire. You were pretty busy yourself at that time too, after all, it was your last year of high school and you had to prepare for your final exams.

But things were getting worse. Your boyfriend was admitted to the local hospital, but after many tests run by the doctors, nothing came up. Nobody was able to say what was wrong. And the situation looked just the same for all of Bonggil’s teammates. You would visit your boyfriend at the hospital almost every day. You tried to talk to him, assure him that everything will be alright, but more often than not he wasn’t mentally there to listen to what you had to say. He was hallucinating, talking about weird things he was seeing. His eyes unfocused, frantically moving around his surroundings, skin covered in a thick layer of sweat, face pale like a wall. You couldn’t stand that sight – it was breaking your heart to see your boyfriend suffering like that.

One evening during your visit he had a moment of clarity. Through tears falling from his eyes, he told you about the summoning ritual they had performed before the game. His words were filled with fear, his voice breaking multiple times, his pupils dilated in pure terror – the sight of him back then will never leave your memories.

You shared what he told you with his family. His relatives thought about calling for a shaman to see him. They were desperate to try anything that could possibly bring their son back to health. You weren’t there to see the shaman, nor whatever means they used to help Bonggil, but it worked. Your boyfriend and all of his teammates were back to their right minds.

Thanks to the shaman.

A sense of relief washed over you when you heard that your boyfriend was finally feeling better. But sadly it was just the beginning of suffering for you.

Boys returned to school just in time to still have a chance to take final exams. You thought that everything would be alright, now that you had your boyfriend at your side again. But he acted differently than before. He wasn’t as cheerful as he used to be, he was barely talking to anyone, not even to you, his mind seemed to be elsewhere. You tried to make up explanations for his behaviour. He must have felt traumatized after all that had happened. He needs some time to recover. Maybe he's stressed about finals after skipping so many days at school?

But days were passing by and Bonggil was growing more distant. Hanging out after school used to be your everyday occurrence, but now it was barely ever happening. You used to text each other every day with “good morning” and “sweet dream” or other sweet stuff like that, but now it was all long gone. Not to mention calling each other by cute nicknames, holding hands on school corridors or eating lunch together. It suddenly appears like he was avoiding you.

You got sick of his behaviour. Sick of making excuses for him, when he barely talked to you at all. So you made up your mind about finally facing him and straight up asking what the hell was going on. But you couldn’t imagine what he was about to tell you.

The summer evening just a week before the end of high school was when your world went crumbling down. Bonggil told you that the two of you should break up. He wanted to go to Seoul after graduation and join the shaman who healed him as her apprentice. He was already set on his resolution and prepared everything needed. The last thing to do was to end his relationship with you and he would be ready to leave.

You couldn’t believe what you’ve heard. You thought that the two of you were meant to be. That your relationship had every chance to last for long long years. You thought that one day the two of you might stand in church making vows of loving each other “until the death do us part”.

And all of it was gone now.

To say you were heartbroken was an awful understatement. His was your first real love and maybe the only one. You couldn’t stop crying for days on end. Your whole world just went apart and you had no idea how to handle it. You didn’t show up at school during those few last days. You only showed up to the graduation ceremony, but even that brought unbelievable pain to your heart. Because the man you loved so dearly was there too. And that was the last time you ever saw Yoon Bonggil.

He left the basketball team. He left his family. He left the town.

He left you.

Thanks to the shaman.

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After everything that happened, you started hating shamans and everything connected to them. You lost your love because of all the stupid crap they were spreading. But you did your best not to think about that, not to think about him.

From what you heard Lee Hwarim, the shaman who agreed to come to check on your grandpa, was quite famous in her field with a reputation that allowed her to take a pretty fat check for her work. She was told to give her services to filthy rich people and to have a rather packed-up schedule – so it was almost impossible for an average person to even book a meeting with her. And yet, she agreed to come to your grandfather surprisingly quickly.

Which wasn’t adding up at all.

Something about her coming here doesn’t seem right and that’s why you decided to be here today. You were extremely suspicious of that shaman. Your opinion on shamans was bad in general, but even if you put your thoughts aside, this situation seemed extremely fishy. However, your grandma insisted on the shaman’s visit, so you decided to make sure that this “oh-so-amazing” shaman won’t scum her. After all, there were many scumbags in this world and your grandma was just an elderly lady seeking a way to help his sick husband.

What an irony, how this situation reminded you of your high school days. But those days were long gone and it wasn’t a time to think about that.

When you heard a car’s engine, you walked up to the window. An expensive-looking black car was parked outside the gate. You called for your grandma and walked out of the house with her to greet the awaited guest. You saw an elegant woman stepping out of the car. You were surprised to see that the shaman was a beautiful young woman like her.

What surprised you even more was the other person that stepped out of the car. At first, you only saw dark hair tied up and some tattoos peeking about from the collar of his shirt. But when he turned around and your eyes locked – you knew that face.

He was there. In front of you.

Yoon Bonggil the lover you thought you had lost forever.

Thanks to the shaman.

#exhuma #파묘 #the unearthed grave #yoon bonggil #bonggil #fanfiction #exhuma fanfiction #bonggil fanfiction #lee do hyun #lee dohyun #fanfic #kmovie #k movie

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mosneakers · 1 year

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Coni: So the Bella clone was... you? [Eyes welled with tears] And the real Bella ...she wanted to call me Belladonna?

Coni's breath trembles as she listens to her alien parents give a rather clinical, emotionless version of events that paint the story of what happened to Bella Goth. She's engulfed in a kaleidoscope of glowing colors that signify a mixture of both anger and sadness. The betrayal she feels towards the Breeder Unit, or the family she once trusted, begins to fester.

Cacti: According to her records, upon reviewing them.

Coni: Why didn't you tell me? Cacti: It was years later that we reviewed her personal records, Concept. Coni: No. About any of this? Why didn't you tell me about her? Her family has been worried sick about her for years. Her children.

Pollination-Technician No. 12: [Shouting] You've become too emotional and fragile, like a human. You've lost your place, Concept. You forgot your purpose. You've grown up surrounded by human influence and fallen victim to their emotions. Cacti: Polly, stop-

Coni: [Shouting] She considered me her daughter! Pollination-Technician No. 12: [Coldly] She was mistaken! A mere surrogate, incapable of comprehending beyond her limited scope. Humans waste their energy on emotional attachments and family ties, overlooking the importance of survival. Look at the consequences it led her to. Cacti: [Screaming] POLLY, ENOUGH!

Coni: Please don't tell me you...

Cacti: I'm sorry Coni you had to find out like this, sweetie. But at the very least, we weren't the ones to- Pollination-Technician No. 12: She's dead. She endangered our species and all extra-terrestrial beings with her foolish behavior. She was transported to Sixam and handed over to the Eradication Unit and promptly eliminated.

Cacti: We had no choice, sweetie... if it were to get exposed-

Rabbit: We would all be contained in a government facility, subjected to endless tests, including you, Concept. And you wouldn't be running around playing house with humans right now. Coni: You could have erased her memory. Rabbit: Oh that seems to work well for your friend, doesn't it? There couldn't be any trace of her. Eradication would've found her eventually, anyway. You can't hide from them.

Coni: You... You're all monsters! All of you... [Cries]

Cacti: [Gasp] Coni, I raised you!!! Pollination-Technician No. 12: The humans have corrupted your mind. You used to be so intelligent. We may be monsters, Concept, but you're one of us. You're just like us.

Coni: No. I'm nothing like you...

Pollination-Technician No. 12: [Scoffs] Oh, how typical...

Coni: I want nothing to do with any of you ever again. Never contact me or my family again.

With tears streaming down her face, Coni rounds up her pet goat, and storms out of her childhood home for the last time.

#ts4 #Sims 4 #the sims 4 #ts4 story #Strangerville #MD4 #sims 4 #MD4season10 #Coni Breeder #aliens #Bella Goth #Pollination-Technician no. 12 #Cacti Chair #Rabbit Breeder

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all-about-kyu · 1 year

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Summary: Miyoung is up late with an upset tummy, so Jaemin stays up with her. Though, your husband wakes up not feeling so great the next morning. Pairing: cashmere lop!Jaemin x fem human!reader Genre: fluff, slice of life Tropes: parent au, hybrid au Rating: PG Warning: mentions of surgeries, mentions of hospitals, sickness (vomiting, fever, etc), mentions of medication Word Count: 1,874 Note: enjoy this bunny!Jaemin fic <;3 @raibebe wanted this so badly when I was with her last week, and I finally got around to finishing it!

Neo Hybridverse Masterlist || Cashmere Lop!Jaemin Masterlist

It was another exhausting day at the hospital. In his one 13-hour rotation, Jaemin had performed seven surgeries on a variety of his patients. The most gruesome was an open heart surgery on one of his three-year-old patients. He huffs as he turns his key in the lock and steps into his rather quiet home. At least, it should’ve been quiet. Instead, he’s greeted with the sound of Miyoung mumbling and whining. The two-year-old bunny hybrid should have been asleep for a long time now. She’s always been a great sleeper too, so the fact that she was awake was very out of the ordinary.

Walking down the hall quietly, he stops in your shared bedroom to change into something cleaner and more comfortable. In the end, Jaemin opts just to wear a comfortable pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. He still can hear his daughter mumbling and whining about something. A few steps down the hall, he finds you with your daughter in her bedroom.

You turn toward Jaemin, and you know it’s clear how exhausted you are. You’ve been holding this bucket in Miyoung’s lap for at least the past hour and a half as she cries and whines, occasionally interrupting herself with another spout of throwing up. You’re about to fill in your husband on the evening’s events, but you hear your two-year-old start to gag again. You whip your head around and immediately pull her thick black hair and long, fuzzy tan ears out of her face. It’s not a pretty sight, to say the very least. The moment she’s finished with this most recent spout of sickness, she sees her dad and immediately begins sobbing.

“Daddy!” she practically yells between hiccups.

Jaemin’s already beside her on her small toddler bed before she fully calls for him. He scoops her up into his lap and does his best to soothe her sobs. Miyoung isn’t a huge fan of anyone touching her ears unless it’s you, your husband, or her best friend, Haneul. Anyone other than that, she’ll scream bloody murder at for touching her. So, when Jaemin starts gently running his hand over her ears, she instantly begins to calm down.

“How long has she been getting sick?” Jaemin asks softly, rocking the two-year-old in his lap.

“Maybe two hours…” you explain, “She ate dinner fine; just didn’t want to eat some of the fruits. She went to sleep fine. Then I woke up to the sound of gagging followed by splattering just outside our bedroom door.”

“Medicine?” your husband questions.

“You can try, but she’s been getting sick quite a bit.”

Jaemin nods, ears flopping forward as he does so, “You go back to sleep. I can handle it.”

“Jaemin, are you sure? You just got home and-”

“I got it. You have to go back to the hospital in the morning, I’m just on call tomorrow.”

You sigh, knowing that you won’t be able to convince him to go to bed. You lean up on your knees and kiss Miyoung’s head. The little bunny hybrid is still sniffling slightly as she finally reaches the end of her much-needed calm down. Then, you lean over more to give your husband a kiss goodnight. You know he’ll find his way into your bedroom once your daughter is finally feeling well enough to sleep peacefully. You exit the room and finally process just how exhausted you actually are. It doesn’t take long for you to succumb to sleep once you’re in your bed again.

“Can we go take some medicine real quick, Mimi?” Jaemin asks gently

She shakes her head and tries to bury her face further into her dad’s shirt, “It’s yucky.”

“It’ll make you feel better, though, sweetheart.” he explains, “It’ll make your angry tummy feel happy again.”

He can almost see the cogs turning in her little mind. Eventually, she nods. That’s all Jaemin needs to see before standing up (still holding her close to his chest) and making his way to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. The toddler is already half asleep on his shoulder by the time they walk down the short hallway. It’s painfully obvious that she’s not feeling her best, but Jaemin knows he has to get this medicine in her system before she fully crashes for the night. Somehow, he manages to open and pour the medication with one hand before placing the small cup on the countertop.

“Mi,” he whispers, nudging his shoulder slightly to wake her, “Can I put you down to take this really quick?”

Miyoung mumbles something in her delirious half-asleep state that sounds something like a yes. Placing her down, Jaemin is immediately met with whines of protest from his daughter. Still, he gets her to take the medicine and praises her for taking it so well before carrying her back into her bedroom. She’s already asleep by the time he places her in her small bed and covers her. Her oversized ears are splayed out against her pillow, and soft snores escape her mouth once in a while. He looks at her with eyes that can only be described as sparkling with pure love for his child. Jaemin stands there for a moment, just watching her finally peacefully before moving quietly around the small room to clean up. He pokes his head back into the toddler’s room when he finishes. For a moment, he debates leaving her to rest on her own. That moment flees very quickly as he finds himself stepping into her room and getting as comfortable as he can with his head resting against her mattress. It’s not the most comfortable, but at least he can ensure that he’ll be right there for her if she wakes up and gets sick again.

You wake up and reach over to cuddle up against Jaemin, only to find that he’s not beside you. Panic rushes through your body for a moment before you process that he could very well be in Miyoung’s room. You trudge out of your room and poke your head in to see both your bunnies asleep on Miyoung’s bed. Jaemin is clearly too large to be sleeping in such a cramped, awkward way. He’d do anything for your little girl, though. He has an arm across her body, and his fingers just barely graze against her furry ears, subconsciously petting them slightly even in his sleep.

Your presence must’ve been detected by your husband, though, because he shifts a moment later and opens his eyes. Something’s not right about him, and you already know it. He doesn’t say a word as he stands and shuffles toward you. You study his body language and notice how he’s making no effort to move his ears out of his face as he moves. Jaemin simply stops in front of you and drops his head on your shoulder.

“I caught something overnight.” his voice is rumbly from sleep still but clearly very stuffy too.

You chuckle and pet his hair gently, “You go lay down in your own bed, and I’ll get you some tea.”

He nods and snuggles into the crook of your neck for a moment before continuing on his way to your shared bed. The quiet morning doesn’t last long, though. As you’re making the tea, you hear excited small footsteps barreling down the hallway. Clearly, your two-year-old is better and ready to play already.

“Momma, momma, momma!” you hear her call, “‘M all better!”

“I see that baby bun.” you chuckle, lowering your voice to a whisper, “We need to be quiet, though. Daddy doesn’t feel very good now. He’s sleeping.”

Miyoung thinks for a moment before looking up at you with big sparkly eyes. Those eyes could make you move mountains if she asked you to.

“I’m Daddy’s doctor?” she asks with a pout in her voice.

“You wanna take care of Daddy?” you ask back. She nods, “Okay, sweetie, I’ll take Daddy his tea, then you can help me get other things we need to help him feel all better.”

“Med-cine!” she shouts suddenly.

“You mean medicine? We don’t know if Daddy needs medicine yet, though.” you explain.

She pouts and stomps her foot against the floor. It’s a new bunny habit she’s discovered recently, and she’s milking it while she can. Miyoung reaches up toward you, asking to be picked up. You happily oblige. Her small finger points toward the cabinet where all the daily medications, like allergy medicine, are.

“Daddy, med-cine.” she restates.

You’re not sure what she could get for him out of this cabinet to help him, but you indulge her still. Opening the cabinet, she immediately reaches forward and grabs a brightly colored container. It’s her vitamins.

“Make Daddy all better!”

“You think?” she nods at you, “We can bring it with his tea and see what he says.”

You put her down and watch as she happily runs with the container toward your bedroom. You follow close behind with Jaemin’s tea. When you turn into your bedroom, you find her struggling to climb up on the bed while still holding the container of vitamins. Jaemin’s awake and notices her. He sits up, reaches to pick her up, and asks her what she has in her hands.

“Daddy med-cine!” she enthuses.

“Baby, those are your vitamins.” he explains, interrupting himself with a cough, “Do you think your vitamins can help me feel all better?”

She puffs her cheeks in a pout before nodding, “All better.” she insists.

You chuckle as you approach them, placing Jaemin’s tea on his side table, “Here’s your tea. I’ll go get you some actually decongesting medicine.” you lean over and kiss his forehead, “And the thermometer… and the fever reducer just in case we need it. You better stay in bed. I’ll call out so you aren’t sick and trying to take care of Miyoung.” you offer.

Miyoung urges the bottle of vitamins towards him again, “Daddy, take med-cine!”

“How about a kiss from my doctor instead? That’ll make me feel much better.” he chuckles despite his ill state.

He sniffles for a moment before he has a lap-full of toddler. Miyoung gives him a very wet kiss on the cheek. By the time you return with the necessary things, you’re greeted with Jaemin’s (still sick-sounding) laughter and Miyoung littering kisses across her dad’s face. She knows he’ll stop her from trying to kiss his lips because he doesn’t feel good. As affectionate as the both of them are, Jaemin makes it very clear that if you, he or Miyoung doesn’t feel well, she can’t give them kisses on the lips, or she’ll get sick too. She knows that rule very well after catching the flu from you despite her dad’s warning. You watch them silently for a moment. Nothing could make these moments more precious other than everyone being healthy, of course.

“Thank you, my Mimi. I’m all cured now, thanks to your kisses.” he smiles brightly at her.

You know he’s playing into her slightly, but he means his words still. It might not be cured in a physical sense, but emotionally, having Miyoung is the most healing thing both you and Jaemin could ever ask for.

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Olympic triathlon star vomits live on air after swimming in River Seine

Paris authorities and the Summer Olympics Organising Committee on Wednesday allowed the triathlon competition to take place. They assured that the water in the Seine had been cleared of sewage and was now safe to swim in.

An Olympic triathlete vomited on live television after swimming in the Seine River in Paris on Wednesday, raising concerns about the level of pollution in the river. The event was initially postponed on Tuesday morning after test results showed the water was “too polluted,” but it ended up starting 24 hours later than scheduled.

Canadian triathlete Tyler Mislawchuk, who placed ninth, threw up shortly after completing the challenging race, which consisted of a 1.5-kilometre swim, a 40-kilometre bike ride and a 10-kilometre run. Television cameras captured this unpleasant scene, as well as many other athletes lying on a mat trying to catch their breath.

Kazakhstan’s Ekaterina Shabalina also admitted to throwing up after the Seine swim.

Mission to clean up the Seine River

The French government has spent €1.4bn (£1.18bn) to make the river safer in preparation for the Olympics. A World Triathlon statement released on Tuesday said the following:

“Following a water quality meeting held at 3.30 a.m. on July 30, attended by Paris 2024, World Triathlon, their technical and medical delegates, the International Olympic Committee, Météo France, the City of Paris and the prefecture of the Ile-de-France region involved in the water quality tests, it was decided to postpone the men’s triathlon competition, which was due to take place at 8 a.m. on July 30.”

Swimming in the Seine has been banned for more than a century due to high levels of pollution and the possibility of becoming ill by accidentally swallowing the water. In an attempt to avoid possible health risks, some athletes even go to extreme measures: for example, American athlete Seth Rider said he does not wash his hands to develop a resistance to bacteria. He claimed:

“In preparation for this race, I knew there was going to be some E. coli exposure. So I’ve been trying to increase my E. coli threshold by exposing myself to a bit of E. coli in day-to-day life.”

Belgian athletes shocked by Seine

A Belgian Olympic champion competing in the women’s triathlon final “felt and saw things we shouldn’t think too much about” during her swim in the Seine at the Paris 2024 event.

Triathlete Jolien Vermeylen, 30, who finished 24th in the final with a time of 1:59:44, told Dutch TV channel VTM after Wednesday’s competition that she knew the river had been deemed safe enough to compete in after last-minute tests but did not want to think too much about the water quality. She said:

“I drank a lot of water, so we’ll know tomorrow if I’m sick or not. It doesn’t taste like Coca-Cola or Sprite, of course.”

The level of E. coli in the river was 10 times higher than the permissible standards set by sports federations in June. However, after tests on Wednesday morning, the bacteria level was deemed safe enough to continue swimming.

Anne Hidalgo, the mayor of Paris, recently highlighted the cleanup work by swimming in the river. She said:

“It’s sweet and wonderful and the result of a lot of work. I remember at the very beginning in 2015, when we began our campaign for the Games, the international triathlon federation said: ‘Why not a triathlon in the Seine? Will athletes be able to swim in the Seine?” Today we can say they can.”

Triathlon Results at Paris Olympics

Alex Yee won the men’s triathlon, securing a fifth gold medal for Team Great Britain at the Olympic Games. He improved on the silver medal he won in Tokyo three years ago after working hard to overcome a 15-second gap to New Zealand’s Hayden Wilde. In the women’s event, Frenchwoman Cassandre Beaugrand won the women’s event from the leading four, with Great Britain’s Beth Potter taking bronze.

The athletes will remember these medals for the rest of their lives. And not only because they are now Olympic champions, but also because of the intrigue and postponement of triathlon competitions due to the pollution of the Seine.

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Writeblr - ReIntroduction

Howdy howdy! I figured I'd type one of these out again because I'm trying to be more active on here, and also pushing myself to indulge in my passion for writing again... this helped last time, so I may as well give it another shot.

My name is Milo (he/xe) and I'm an aspiring author. I've always loved writing, and there's never been a point in my life where I didn't want to write in some capacity. It's easy for me to succumb to writer's block, but writing makes me happy and I want to be able to share what I create.

About Me

I'm a 21 year old (very gay) transman from Canada, and I want so badly to be able to travel to other parts of the world one day.

I'm a D&D nerd. When I struggle with a writing project, I often fall back on expanding my D&D worlds/characters. It's my safety net.

My career is in film. I work in the Art Department, mainly in props, and am working towards maybe becoming a Production Designer one day. Film work is a competing passion of mine, and you'll definitely find posts of me talking about work.

Like most other authors, I love weird shit, and you'll find a lot of weird stuff in my writing. Weird Fantasy is my favourite kind of genre.

In my writing you'll find themes of 2SLGTBQIA+, found family, fighting destiny, struggling under mega-corps/capitalism, nature vs nurture, self-discovery, different kinds of love, slightly unsettling surroundings, and weird lil monsters/freaky dudes.

My Current Projects

I have two writing projects going on right now. One I had to put on the backburner because I had written myself into a corner. The story wasn't progressing or flowing the way I had envisioned/planned, and I ended up getting more stressed than excited to write it. The other is one more laid-back for me to write. (Keep in mind, these short descriptions may be subject to change in the future)

The Strings of Willis Manor: Thistle Willis is sick. Her condition leaves her confined to the property of Willis Manor; a sprawling estate with lush gardens, dusty libraries, and secret corridors. At her attendance is Clementine (an automata handmaid, who was created with the sole purpose of tending to Thistle) and Andromeda Marrow (Thistle's childhood best friend). When her father doesn't return from a business trip to the South, Thistle's mother begins to fear the worst. In an effort to find a cure for her daughter, and establish Thistle as the head of the family business, Mama hires a Healer from an unknown land. But this cloaked Healer isn't who they say they are, and Thistle begins to uncover what really may be going on in the house she thought she could call home.

(Backburner) - Beneath Tattered Flesh: In the hissing, polluted, Magic, and bronze city of Ritec, Caesar Dampton is trying to move forward. He's trying to get over a bad break-up, make ends meet, and help his best friend - Emersyn Riley - find her place in the world. Between running away from his ex, and trying to figure out what he wants to do with his life, Caesar is stuck in a downward spiral. Newt Gourdeau got the chance of a lifetime; a full scholarship to Verne Cobb University. Leaving their small town behind, they carved out a life for themself in the city of opportunities. They're trying to bury their problems in mystery novels, university studies, and attempting to find a scientific reason as to why some people in this world have Magic, while others don't. Their obsessions leave them in solitude for days. But when the unlikely pair see similar tragic events happen at the same time, but in different parts of the city, they stumble into each other's lives. Manipulation and death follow the two at every step, but they're both determined to get to the bottom of a gruesome mystery unfolding in the city... or die trying.

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have an amazing day here's a thought for you: steve lives for soft moments. when they happen he lights up, feels like he's floating. the full feeling in his chest when someone tells him he's done a good job, or he looks nice, or when someone gazes into his eyes and kisses him so sweetly. he feels so giddy with it, feeling so seen. his heart starts racing, each beat pumping out happy happy happy. loved loved loved.

Once again. This got very out of hand and is very not edited, super stream of consciousness from the last couple of days. I decided to go for a vaguely polyam spicy six ❤️

Oh absolutely. Steve craves attention, always has. He didn’t get much from his parents growing up, was always talked over and ignored. He figured that any attention was good attention, even when his friends were being cruel to other people (or him), he was scared to go back to being alone, an afterthought.

After the demogorgon in the Byers’ house, Steve’s heart is pounding and he’s hopped up on adrenaline. He’s confused as hell but the way Nancy and Jonathan thank him feels… really good. He likes it, likes that he did something right this time.

He spends more time with them after, tries to do nice things for them. Eventually, it’s less for the praise, there’s less of that as time goes on, it just feels nice to do things to help them. When the events of season 2 come around, he helps Dustin and protects the kids in the junkyard. He likes it when they stare in awe, even if the adrenaline is making him dizzy this time, feeding into the absolute terror that had flooded his head.

After the fight and the tunnels, Steve feels sick and dizzy and miserable as he waits for the real adults to get back. Waits to hear if the nightmare is over and he can go home to lick his wounds. Hopper tells them it’s over and the kids shout over each other to tell him about Billy, about the tunnels, and Steve is braced to be yelled at for putting the kids in danger. Instead, he gets a big hand ruffling up his hair, which, ow, and Hopper tells him he did good. That he’s a good boy (and whew, there’s something Steve wasn’t ready for his body’s reaction to). But he did good. He did a good job, he protected the kids.

Nancy isn’t his girlfriend anymore, things with Jonathan are just as stilted as they had been to start, but Dustin keeps coming around and telling him how cool he is and asking for advice. Steve’s more than happy to give him advice and talk about high school and listen to his rambles about dorky shit. He starts giving him rides after the Snow Ball and Max starts to tag along, so of course Lucas is going to follow her. Before he knows it, he’s got 5 kids to keep track of, 6 if you count him babysitting El and bringing the kids with him to see her.

His senior year ends with little fanfare. He’s not going to college, whether he didn’t try, he’s looking for a reason to kick around Hawkins and keep an eye out, or he just genuinely didn’t get in, he’s not going. Things at home are more tense than ever, so he’s grateful to have a job and be out of the house.

He doesn’t get along with Robin at first, not for lack of trying. His hands tremble a little most of the time and his handwriting was never good to begin with, so her first jabs are about the illegible specials he writes on the board. No matter how hard he tries, he always has to ask her to write instead. And it’s weird that they work so many hours together, that they work nearly every day. He can’t seem to find other names on the shift schedule, it’s like they were the only ones hired, the bare minimum staff to keep a place running.

But there’s not time to question it. He has trouble remembering the right toppings for different sundaes and the ratios for milkshakes, has to keep a cheat sheet on hand to reference. He picks it up though, even if he has to cheek his sheet, he’s fast and coordinated, doesn’t spill toppings nearly as often as Robin, something she seems to expect him to mock her for, even though he never has, usually just grabs the broom and holds the dustpan for her.

She laughs when he strikes out with girls, and he’s not really trying. He doesn’t think he can handle a relationship, it still aches to see Nancy and Jonathan, even if he can talk to them normally now. So he doesn’t lay on the charm and fumbles through pickup lines to make Robin laugh. He likes her laugh, he thinks he likes her more than he’s liked anyone since Nancy (and Jonathan).

She calls him dingus but smiles at him, thanks him when he picks up the heavy tubs of ice cream that she struggles with, and they find a camaraderie of teasing jabs and jokes about terrible orders. Who gets orange sherbet with peanuts and caramel drizzle anyway?

You know how the Russians play out. He’s almost relieved when she rejects him and comes out to him in the bathroom. He likes Robin so much and he doesn’t think a relationship, a romantic one, would suit them well. He thinks he’d lose the playfulness and comfort they’ve come to find with each other.

He loves when she tells him he did a good job, feels like one of those dogs that can’t stand still because their tail wags so hard. It’s not the same feeling like when Hopper (god he misses Hopper) would tell him he did a good job or Nancy would smile at him when he did something write. It’s not hot flames in his gut, it’s a gentle warmth like a blanket. They land a new gig at Family Video, after Jonathan (he misses Jonathan too, misses him in a way that hurts, like he’s never missed anyone except maybe Tommy at first) and his family leave.

Robin is easy to work with, easier than ever before. Now they have actual coworkers, more people to fill out the schedule, though mostly Keith who hates him. But he’s got most shifts by himself or with Robin and finds his rhythm in it. He doesn’t hit on girls anymore.

In the bathroom, he’d told Robin he wasn’t in love with Nancy anymore, but he’d felt it in his gut that it was a lie when Billy Hargrove (shouldn’t he be more sad about him being dead? Is he a bad person for being relieved?) almost killed her.

Every time she came in, every time he saw her, something in his chest ached. He was growing used to the ache though. Sometimes she’d stay for awhile though, would talk with him over the counter about movies, about Mike, about calls with Jonathan. She’d talk to Robin too, but she mostly talked to him. It made him feel warm.

In high school, he’d earned praise easily. From his friends, his coach, on occasion from teachers when he managed to do better than usual, when an assignment caught his interest. But now, it came mostly from Robin, who poured out her praise for smaller things, twisting it in with her teasing. There was little Steve wouldn’t do for her, even if she didn’t, but it was nice to receive.

The kids don’t think he’s cool anymore. No, his place was taken by Eddie fucking Munson. Steve doesnt have any personal grudges against the guy, aside from knowing he overcharged him. It wasn’t that much, usually, Steve had stopped smoking after being drugged anyway, couldn’t fight lingering panic that came with the high. He can’t help the way his nose scrunches up and his teeth clench together when he sees Eddie with his- the kids. He knows he isn't a perfect influence on them, but he feels like he’s a better influence than Eddie.

But Eddie never approaches Steve, and Steve isn’t going to take the first step. He tries not to think about him too much, focused on his work and keeping an eye on the kids.

He doesn’t have the option to stop thinking about Eddie when spring break hits. There’s little else to think about when the man is holding glass to his throat, anyway. The warm bead of blood tricking down his skin has Steve feeling petrified, looking at Robin frantically.

When it falls away, he clutches his throat and heaves in desperate breaths, letting Dustin take the lead. Robin wipes his throat, but doesn’t say anything, not yet.

It’s all a blur, Steve wants to fix everything but knows he can’t. He can’t help the way he stares at Nancy though, praying she’ll have the answers, will point at something for him to hit, and then it’ll be over again. He’s doing enough that he doesn’t feel useless, but not enough to feel useful, really.

When he’s dragged back under the lake though, he can’t help his exasperation because of course this is what happens to him. It turns into terror pretty quickly as he becomes intimately familiar with being choked out. With being torn to shreds by thousands of needle sharp teeth. If the Russians hadn’t inspired a fear of needles, the new association in his mind will. He kicks and flails and tries to fight his way out of the stranglehold, but he’s in so much pain. His back is on fire and his whole body is tense as he’s being torn apart. His vision is starting to go dark when he sucks in a full breath. The bat’s tail loosens enough that he can yank it away from his throat. The barbs on it pierce his palms and his lips when he brings it to his mouth to bite down. Hard.

He yanks the bat into two pieces and spits up the blood. He’s shaking as adrenaline floods his system and has him buzzing with energy despite the pain.

It’s a blind panic to skull rock, and Steve is shaking as Nancy tugs his hands away from his stomach. He’s bleeding, there are chunks of skin torn away, and he can feel that they got down to the muscle in some places. He wants to scream and cry out when Nancy begins to wrap his wounds, but he stays quiet and bites his tongue. He can’t draw attention to them.

Eddie’s quiet praise, his murmurs of newfound admiration are enough to have Steve feeling like he can keep pushing on despite the pain and lack of shoes. He thinks Eddie is… maybe pretty cool. In his own freakish way. And when he thinks of Eddie as a freak, there’s a fondness there that he’d never felt before.

The pain doesn’t go away, but it starts to fade into the background as much as anything can. As much as his sluggishly bleeding body can be considered background noise.

He only lets himself consider it when he’s got his feet on the ground on the right side of the gate. He’s bubbling over with panic about Nancy and tries to take a step back to catch his breath, and then his body gives in. His knees buckle and he lets out the tiniest noise, something anxious and desperate in the back of his throat.

He hits the ground and Nancy hurries to his side. He thinks she’s beautiful. He tries to pull Eddie’s vest tighter around his body, but it just makes the denim scrape over his palms.

He’s manhandled into a bathroom and zones out as Robin and Nancy fuss over his wounds and keep the door closed. Nancy’s whispers of “good job, you’re doing so good, Steve, you’re a good boy-“

It’s the only thing keeping him standing. He can see the way Robin’s nose scrunches at the last part, but he’s so floaty and in so much pain that he just tries to make a mental note to talk about later.

The damp bandages are stripped from him and fresh, dry ones replace them. Robin wipes his unshredded skin clean with a raggedy washcloth that catches on the edges of his wounds and makes him whine, then she does the same to his neck. There’s not much to be done for that, he just has to look like he’s been strung up. He can live with that, he supposes.

He takes a nap on the floor of Max’s trailer and wakes up to his head on Nancy’s lap and her fingers combing through his hair. He nuzzles his cheek against her thigh and whispers “did Jonathan answer yet?”

Her fingers tangle in his hair and she clutches the locks tight. “No. Something is wrong.” And Steve doesn’t know all the details about their relationship, has heard parts from Nancy, has heard parts from Jonathan on the rare occasion he makes the call to Lenora. He knows there’s something he isn’t telling her, knows she knows, knows that Jonathan knows that Nancy knows that he’s hiding something. But Jonathan doesn’t ignore the phone, Joyce sure as hell doesn’t. Something is wrong.

“Do you think…” Steve grunts as he sits up, as the sleepy dizziness mixes with pained dizziness mixes with low blood sugar and dehydration. “Do you think that everything that’s happening here is… doing something to them?”

And Nancy, who has clearly considered that angle along with a thousand others, just nods. She seems so sad, but Robin noticed that he’s awake and he has to field her concern now too, has to fight to be heard over Dustin’s yelling and Eddie’s concern.

They steal an RV, Steve learns he definitely thinks Eddie is kind of good looking, and he drives. He gets new shoes and clothes and as many rolls of bandages that fit in the cart. He’s not getting caught off guard again.

And they fight Vecna and he’s choked again, and Max and Eddie and… and it’s all so much.

He wraps Eddie in bandages, barely even takes the time to pull his clothes away, certainly doesn’t take time to clean his wounds. He figures it’s more important to stop the bleeding for now, they’ll deal with infection if it becomes a problem.

Eddie and Max land in the hospital and Robin and Nancy stay at his sides while he’s treated, Nancy pins him down until the doctors can jab him with a needle and Robin cries with him through his panic.

He just barely escapes staying the night as a patient, but falls asleep in a too small cot with Dustin on one side and Robin on the other and Nancy curled up in the single chair. He’s told he did good and he clings to it like it’s the only warmth he can find. He did good, he got Eddie back to this side. He did good, right?

Two days later, Jonathan comes home, Steve watches him scoop up Nancy. He’s trying not to let his heart break in his chest, trying to cradle the broken pieces. He looks away to see Will hugging Dustin, but then hands are on his arms. Jonathan stares at him for a long moment. “I want to hug you,” he begins, slow and quiet. “But you got hurt? Nancy said so.”

Steve’s face goes pink almost impressively fast and he nods. “I’m better now though.” Nancy glares so he amends, “better than I was. You can hug me, just… not tight.” He lets himself be wrapped in a hug, buries himself in Jonathan’s arms. He doesn't cry, but he sighs and nestles in close, clings as tight as he can. He missed this, missed being close to Jonathan. He hadn't even realized he'd miss it until it was too late and Jonathan was already across the country.

The next several days are long. They're exhausting and he's forced to rest way more than he wants to. But Jonathan's friend Argyle is cool to hang out with and he called Steve a good boy, which had made him need to run to the bathroom with a bright red blush.

And then Hopper is back and Vecna returns, and Steve is a mess. He's back on his feet, but in a lot of pain. By the time Vecna is dead, for real this time with no casualties, he's ready to sleep for a couple years at least.

During the final battle, he'd agitated his wounds and lets himself be taken home, tucked between Nancy and Jonathan. Jonathan helps him shower and they're both desperately trying not to make eye contact. Nancy thinks it's cute when they're both pink cheeked when they join her in the bedroom. Jonathan's got a bandaged arm and Nancy's ears haven't stopped ringing, but they're gentle and loving with Steve, taping bandages to his sides and back.

Nancy hesitates when she's in front of him and he gets to gaze into her eyes, the way he hasn't gotten to in a long time. When she leans in, he forgets how to breathe. He kisses back, but he thinks it might all be a dream until the bed dips next to him. Jonathan's thigh is warm against his and he's definitely not breathing now. When Nancy pulls away, he just stares with wide eyes for a few long moments. "Nance-"

Jonathan lays a hand on his thigh, thumb stroking Steve's knee, still damp from the shower. "I hope we aren't overstepping." His voice is soft, breath warm against Steve's skin as he leans in closer. "We both want you to know that... that we see you. And we love you."

Steve is horrified to find tears falling from his eyes and tries to wipe them away. "You- both of you? You love me?"

"I love you." Nancy cradles his face in her hands, holding his gaze. "I love you, Steve. I wasn't ready to say it to you back then, but I am now. If you're still willing to have me?"

Steve reaches out and pulls her in to kiss her again, trying to hold back his tears as he hugs her as close as he can. He's totally pulling at his wounds again, but he doesn't even care. He'd do it a thousand times over, would do anything to make sure this moment is real. The tears fall down his face and drip off his jaw as he kisses Nancy. When he pulls away, she wipes his tears and leans her forehead to his. "Good tears?" she whispers.

"Good tears. I thought... I was going to lose you forever. I never stopped loving you no matter how hard I tried." He waits for a long moment before turning to Jonathan and looking up at him with those big brown eyes.

Jonathan isn't going to wait any longer, he leans in and kisses Steve, soft and sweet. It's their first kiss and he wants it to be nice, but man, he's wanted it for a long time. The jealousy he'd held for a long time was just... misunderstood attraction. Steve melts into it, is more comfortable than he's been in a long time, even if he's in... so much pain.

They help him lay down and Jonathan teases him for being in just a towel. Then he ends up having to help Steve into a pair of underwear. They lay down in bed and curl up together. Jonathan whispers to him that he did such a good job, that he's so strong and brave. Nancy tells him that he's a wonderful person and she loves him, that he's grown so much from the dork she'd fallen for the first time. Reminds him that he's still a dork though, making him laugh.

From that night, things are really good. He and Jonathan help each other with their injuries, bandaging each other and sharing soft words and kisses. Everyone is busy, the Byers are trying to figure out how to re-settle in Hawkins, Nancy's parents are barely letting her leave the house, and Steve is mostly left to rest up and heal. Argyle and Eddie are staying with him for the time being and Robin is over as often as possible.

Steve has always had a problem with falling too hard too fast. He knows it, everyone knows it. And even with Nancy and Jonathan's newfound attention, he can't help but notice the way Eddie leans in when he talks, the lingering touches from Argyle, the way both of them offer compliments for every little thing. Eddie, maybe he's teasing, but Argyle is always so genuine that it leaves Steve weak in the knees.

He loves Robin more than he ever thought it was possible to love someone, but man, the way she knows him better than he knows himself if a little annoying sometimes. Especially when she's cornering him in his own kitchen with that knowing smirk. The smirk that says she knows he's got crushes. Crushes plural. And he's losing his mind over it. He's always been pretty monogamous in the past, but he sort of likes the idea of multiple partners. Loving multiple people.

He's already comfortable with the idea of Jonathan and Nancy, and he sees the way Argyle looks at Jonathan. And he and Eddie have basically bled into each other's wounds, what could be closer than that? Being called Big Boy kind of gets him going. The two of them are getting cozy too. He's seen them curled up in the same bed, stretching out over each other and sharing joints. He kind of likes seeing it. Of course, he likes it less when Robin is staring at him with those knowing eyes, nudging him and snickering.

The next time he sees Jonathan and Nancy, he pulls them right to his room and closes the door. Nancy starts taking off her shirt and Steve turns around and makes a little noise in his throat. That hadn't been his intention, but Jonathan has that little smirk and his eyes are all dark. He looks really kissable and Steve gives in. He's a weak, weak man. Even though he really wants to talk to them about it, really thinks he needs to sit down with them to figure out what it means, if anything... he really likes sex too.

He gets to eat Nancy out, fuck her with his tongue while Jonathan kisses her, keeps her pressed up against the headboard. He blows Jonathan too, loves being able to get his mouth on them. He's not quite up for anything that needs too much movement yet, but being pressed between them, Nancy licking the taste of her and Jonathan off his tongue, Jonathan is pressed up against his back and stroking him teasingly slow until Steve is squirming and trying to arch into the touch.

When they're all cuddled up together, skin wiped clean and clothes back in place, Steve lets out a big sigh, face pressed against Jonathan's hair. "I think... I have a problem." It's a whispered confession, he doesn't elaborate for a long moment, just tries to collect his thoughts as Nancy's hand traces the curve of his hip, stroking down past his still bandaged side. "With Eddie and Argyle staying here, I can't stop... noticing them."

"I'd hope you notice them." Nancy is confused, but does her best not to show it, hates when she's uncertain.

"Noticing them like you notice us?" Jonathan is a little more understanding off the bat. After all, he looks at Argyle the same way he looks at Nancy, even though he tries not to. "They're both pretty... you know. A lot."

"Yeah. Yeah, like I notice you guys." Steve keeps his face pressed against Jonathan's hair and lowers his hand to grip Nancy's, lacing his fingers in with hers. "I can't help it. I lo- I like you guys so much, I really do." He can't bring himself to look up at them, he's worried they won't want to be with him like this anymore, but he doesn't want to lie to them either. He's found that it's really hard to lie to people you've risked your life for, almost died for.

"Argyle's cute." Nancy holds his hand tight. "I mean, you'd have to be blind to not notice him. Eddie is... I'm not sure I'm his type," she hazards. "I mean, Robin's kind of cute, don't you think?"

"Nance, I'm not dating Robin." A moment passes before his breath catches in his throat. "Wait, are you saying...?"

"Oh, so you two can be bisexual but-"

"I'm not saying that!" Steve wiggles to roll over and face her. "That'll blow her mind if you tell her you think that." He grins and leans his forehead against hers with a low sigh, leaning in to catch the briefest of kisses, a gentle brush of his lips to hers. "Like, seriously blow her mind. Let's just say Jonathan and I wouldn't be her type."

"Oh." Nancy's cheeks turn pink and she giggles, drops her head to hide it against Steve's chest. He feels nice like this, both of his partners curled in close and within reach. He chews his lip for a moment and kisses Nancy's head.

"Jon? What do you think?"

Jonathan's breath is warm against the back of Steve's neck. He's quiet for a moment, a thoughtful quiet, though. "I think... I think you should go for it, tell them what you think, what you have with us. And... I think if they make you happy too, there's no reason not to pursue them. Unless you want to stop what we have." His arms wrap around Steve a little tighter, but he's mindful enough to avoid putting pressure on injuries. "If that's the case, push those feelings down and ignore them and stay here forever."

"I don't want to stop what we have. I just... think it would be nice to have something with them too. I mean, don't you?" Steve wiggles again, but this time he gives up halfway through and lays on his back. It hurts a little, but the bandages give him enough padding to relax. "I think... you and Argyle seem really sweet together. He looks at you with this... softness. You deserve to be looked at like that." He wraps his arm around Jonathan and is mindful of both their injuries as he pulls him in closer. Jonathan goes easily with little tugging needed, just goes down and pillows his head against Steve's collarbone. He presses a shy kiss to the skin under his lips and cards his fingers through Steve's chest hair. He's quiet, but it's not an uncomfortable quiet. It's content.

Nancy, curled into Steve's other side, reaches out to cradle Jonathan's cheek. "I think it could be nice. I mean, I'm going to try and defer for another year. Wait a little while before I leave for Boston. It... would be nice to know my boys are taken care of when I do leave." She smiles and looks up at Steve.

Steve is still for a moment. Her boys. He and Jonathan were hers, huh? Something warm curled in his chest and filled it, he was tempted to pull both of them close and keep them right here for as long as he could. "Yeah. I mean, maybe in another year, I'll be ready to get out of here. I'm not ready for that yet, though."

"Neither am I." Jonathan closes his eyes and sighs. "But at the same time, I can't wait to be far, far away from this town. I can't leave Will and El behind though, we thought it was over last time and we were so far away... but it still came back."

Steve strokes his hair a few times and Nancy's hand falls from his cheek as she nods. "Yeah. God, when we couldn't get ahold of you... and Mike was with you, I was so scared. I'm just... I'm glad you're back." She bites her lip and smiles, a faint little thing. "I'm glad you had Argyle, though."

"Me too." He nuzzles his cheek into Steve's shoulder. "I mean, you have no idea how nice it was to have someone to switch off with for the drive. It was awful, Mike and Will were... you know how they get. Once we actually found El, it was... stifling." He drapes his arm over Steve's waist and shakes his head. "I would've lost it if Argyle wasn't there. He's the only thing that kept me from going totally off the rails."

Steve leans in to kiss his head. "Guess we have a lot to be grateful for from him, then."

"So much," Nancy agrees. She sighs and closes her eyes, hair splayed out around her head on the pillow. "I think Eddie likes you, by the way." She nudges her leg against Steve's. "I mean, he looks at you with those big brown eyes and it's like he thinks you're the sun or something. And to think, you were the bane of his existence less than a year ago."

"Yeah, yeah, I was the dumb jock he hated to think about." Steve smirks a little. "Is it bad that I really like the idea of him not being sure if he wanted to punch me or fuck me?"

Jonathan snorts and jostles his arm. "You would like that."

"I thought it was hot when you punched me in the face."

"You what." Jonathan sits up, expression unimpressed as he stares down at Steve. "You can't tell me that awakened something in you."

"It totally did, I'm sorry."

Jonathan groans and throws a leg over Steve to straddle him. "You're a nightmare, I can't believe I like you so much!" He pretends to throttle Steve, holding his shoulders and shaking him a little.

Steve cackles and reaches out to grab his waist. "Hey, hey, hey, I'm injured!"

"You had it coming." Nancy props herself up to watch them, eyes crinkling at the corners. She's beautiful.

"You weren't too injured earlier." Jonathan stops shaking him though, settles his weight back. He doesn't climb off though. Steve's shirt is loose on him and shows off his collarbones. Steve sighs and holds back on the urge to sink his teeth into flesh. Their eyes meet and there's a certain playfulness in Jonathan's gaze that he's never gotten to see like this, had never been able to appreciate. There's a warmth there too, and even if his fingertips are freezing sometimes, there really is a warmth to Jonathan, an openness he only shows to certain people. Steve feels honored to even be a part of that select group.

Nancy hums and reaches out to hold Jonathan's hand. "Get off of Steve. For now. I'm tired."

"A nap sounds nice." He lets himself be swayed and lands between her and Steve, wiggles into the gap to make room for himself. He's warm, the bed is soft.

Steve shifts to lay on his side again and his heart swells as he takes in the moment, the laughter that still bubbles in his chest, the softness in Nancy's eyes, the warmth of their skin pressing together.

No matter what happens, if he confesses to Eddie, if Nancy says something to Robin or Jonathan takes the first step with Argyle, he isn't scared of losing this. For the first time in a long time, he doesn't feel scared. He feels warm and loved and content as he pulls Jonathan in closer around the waist and makes eye contact with Nancy over Jonathan's head before he lets his eyes fall shut.

#stoncy #stranger things #answered asks #little bit of:#steddie #jargyle #ronance #stargyle #just hints tho

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chevvy-yates · 4 months

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Long post. thoughts post.

So, yesterday I went to a goodbye party my neighbor (also former colleague) gave bc she moves into another city.

I knew from the beginning I'll be probably the person that stands out the most just by my hair and clothing style (as I always wear something not causal when I get out and it's not for biking/groceries) but also be the one who knows only my neighbor and some faces I remembered from a past party she gave years ago.

It was a nice evening but still I wasn't able to shake the feeling that I felt alien there. I mean I talked with maybe 12 out of the 20 people there, the music was relatively okay for my taste as it had techno (but the more funny ones).

With two or three I had maybe a chatter lasting even 20 minutes? But idk I just think it happened because 1-2 of them were just curious who I am. Like my neighbors new boyfrined only knew me by name before and he said something like "So you are that phantom she always talked about" – yes I am that. Exactly right. Look at me Brudi, I wear black, I look different, I'm the overdressed phantom hiiiii! I even said to him, I like the description bc it truly is how I must appear to a lot of people. Anyway and whenever I come up with the topic Japan they want to hear something. It's lways like that. But after that? nothing.

However most time I noticed I spent with rather listening to chatter around me and watching them play beer pong. The version they played was named rage cage and way too stressful for me to try it myself – beside that I didn't want to be the one who has to constantly drink bc I fail at this and I don't enjoy to get myself drunk anymore. Or at least not with people around me I don't really know (besides I dislike the feeling next morning so yeah).

Let's circle back to just watching and listening: Around 1am I felt like, okay no one is actually making a move to talk with me anymore and I cannot find a gap to integrate myself into it somehow. So I just sat around "wie bestellt und nicht abgeholt" and the flat was empty except a beer bank and I was getting tired too (didn't really slept the night before either) so I decided to go home.

I keep telling myself that this evening was alright and I think it really was – after all my neighbor was truly happy I came. But I knew it would turn out for me like that even if I tried talking with people. And here is now me again thinking if I'm just too weird for people just by my looks alone.

Also a very German thing is, that if you have your little-big friend circle and go to parties or bigger meet-ups you tend to stay in that circle and others who do not belong to it usually don't get in. And I as a German srsly do not like that. I witnessed this at the techno event I went to with Glory. Almost no one opens up for getting to know new people. You come as a group, party as a group, go home as a group. I don't say that all Germans are like that but majority definitely is.

And here is me wanting to connect as I am tired of sitting around at home nearly every weekend but how shall I connect with people if it is so hard to get them into a chatter? I cannot say from myself I'm someone who just gos and says hello I want to talk to you. I have no problem talking with strangers but I don't want to be annoying is all so I prefer if others make the first approach if I cannot make out it's okay to approach them but fucking Germans aren't as open as eg. Americans (the amount of people talking with me while my 12-days US vacation was the entire opposite.)

See I don't need to get to be friends with you in the end, I just want to like to fucking talk with someone and not just sit around like a douchbag on a private party like that. bc then I can spent my time with better things instead. The techno event a bunch of weeks back was different, I came there not to talk but to dance, if chatter would happen no problem with that. But I paid for listening djs playing sick beats live so I prefer to dance instead of talking.

I don't really know how to make friends around here to be honest. Sometimes I feel so alien I wish myself I would just be the standard normal type of human being with a causal style, preferably one human type that doesn't have 12343 thoughts and overthinks everything as I've learned those people exist and I envy them. They must walk around so carefree.

#rant i guess #I have to find something now that lifts my mood bc I feel really down #didn't have this in a long while #fucking hit me

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wriothesleysgf · 2 years

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ MAKE U MINE — denki kaminari .

about you attend one of class a's reunion parties with your boyfriend, denki. you never anticipated that events would take such an unexpected turn.

genre fluff, a tiny bit of angst but it's quickly resolved.

notes this is my entry for @hystix 's petals of love collab ! it's super duper self induglent, and full of tidbits i associate w my selfship !

wc 1.1k

despite the fact that everybody from class a had graduated a number of years ago, they tried to meet up whenever hectic schedules allowed them too. this year, yaoyorozu had decided to take it upon herself to host a new year's eve gathering, with champagne flowing and japan's newest pro-heroes celebrating another year of successfully kicking villain ass.

being a member of the support course, you were never as involved with school events as much as your boyfriend of the last few years, denki kaminari, was. in fact, you considered it to be an act of fate that brought the two of you together. had you not been in mei's workspace, helping her tinker with her recent invention, you may never have been introduced to the loud-mouthed katsuki bakugou and his blonde, sort of dopey looking friend that you later fell in love with.

he gave you butterflies instantly. having noticed how bakugou's angry demeanour seemed to make you jumpy, denki warned his friend to tone it down. though no words were exchanged between the two of you, the small smiles you offered one another, a wordless "thank you" in your case, the boy caught sight of you in the crowd at the school's festival later that year. he even threw his guitar pick your way — and yes, you do still have it tucked away between the pages of your favourite novel.

you slowly became acquainted with the rest of his class, as when the dorm system was integrated at ua, you often payed a couple of visits to him. though you were timid at first, you found yourself opening up very quickly and becoming a more sensible yet still bubbly counterpart to the hyperactive kaminari. you even made friends with some of his, all of whom welcomed you with open arms — kirishima and mina were particularly fond of you, with the former even slowly becoming something akin to a brother to you. they all adored seeing how happy you made denki, and enjoyed having a beam of sunlight such as yourself around. hell, there were even a couple of squabbles at the beginning of the school year over who would be assigned to you for adjustments and improvements to their hero gear.

before you knew it, midnight was shortly approaching. you hadn't really seen denki that much tonight, and when you had, there just seemed to he something off. the shy little girl that hid inside of you slowly began to tackle you for control, and you had to do your best to reassure her that no, denki wouldn't just throw you under the rug, especially not at a party with all of his friends in attendance.

a call of your name snapped you out of your thoughts. "is everything okay? you look a bit pale," mina asked. she was still swaying to the music thudding through the speakers, moving carefully so as not to spill the brightly-labelled can of whatever alcoholic beverage she had been sipping. "it's denki, isn't it? what did that asshat do?"

her expression shifted to one more serious as she pulled you slightly away from where you were standing and towards the edge of the room. you explained your concerns, how you didn't even know where denki was right now, and how he'd been acting a little bit distant this week.

"sweetheart," mina cooed, "it's nothing like that, i promise. that man is head over heels for you, he has been since the first time he even saw you!" she took a sip of her drink and offered you one too, though you declined. "i remember him coming back to the lunch hall after seeing you. he barely touched his soba because he was busy gushing about 'the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen'. we were sick of it by the end of the week, but in a cripplingly single kind of way, you know?"

there was a small smile on your face when she finished speaking. mina checked her watch before fully returning to her bright and bubbly self — which was only heightened when she was drunk. "you going to be okay, baby? i need to go find kyo!"

you nodded and bid her farewell before returning to the heart of the party once again in search of your boyfriend.

as if on cue, when the clock struck 11:55, a strong pair of hands gripped your wrist and spun you around where you stood. by the static electricity radiating from the touch, you knew exactly who it was.

"hey, sunshine!" he beamed, though nervously scratching the back of his neck. "'s almost midnight. . ."

"mhm, i need to go find sero," you replied teasingly.

denki looked utterly confused and not yet catching onto your bit. "and why would that be?"

"who else is gonna kiss me at midnight?" you giggled softly, smirk giving away the fact that you were joking. denki chuckled a little before switching to a much more serious demeanour, one that you rarely saw with him.

"look, y/n," he trailed off, looking at the clock: 11:57PM. "you've probably noticed that i've been a bit distant recently, and it's just. . . i don't know how to say it."

you grasped both of his hands with your own and ran your thumb over his knuckles, silently reassuring him that whatever was bothering him, he could share it with you.

"i don't. . ." he sighed. "three more minutes." he whispered to himself. "i don't want to start the new year with you as my girlfriend."

your heart broke. no, it shattered. all you wanted was to run away to the nearest bathroom and process that last sentence. mina was wrong. that harmful voice in your head was right, no matter how much you had been working to drown it out. maybe he'd found someone else. maybe he realized that he was to good for you. maybe he's never liked you.

tears welled up in your eyes, and you pleaded with them not to fall just yet. however, the grip that denki had on your hands was unfaltering, so you couldn't move despite wanting to.

"no! no! oh my god, you probably think i'm breaking up with you. . ." he stammered, and you nodded in response, not trusting your voice. "it's the opposite, actually."

although the countdown to ring in the new year had begun, with everybody in the room bellowing at the top of their lungs.

FIVE.

FOUR.

THREE.

"marry me?" denki spat out.

you barely had a second to process it. without even thinking, your lips were on his before the countdown even reached zero. your hands snaked around his neck and his around you waist, letting the rest of the world slip away into a blur. everyone's initial celebrations were reaching a halt as you pulled away from one another.

you lazily rested your head on denki's shoulder, ensuring that your lips were close to his ear as you uttered a single word, returning the sentiment that he was oh so petrified you wouldn't.

"yes."

#★ — delilah's musings.#❁ 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ❁#denki kaminari x reader #denki kaminari fluff #mha x reader #mha x you #mha fluff #bhna x reader #bhna fluff #my hero academia x reader #my hero x reader #my hero academia fluff

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