#like i would like them more if they took themselves a little less serious and admitted this entire thing is ridiculous

[cumikering]

Ghost x plus-sized reader

2.1k | fluff, drink spiking Did you just call Simon weak? The rest of the 141 didn’t like that

“Can I carry you?”

At the pub table, you almost spat the last gulp of your drink at the question. You turned to the source of the gruff voice, meeting the man’s chest before craning your neck up to his eyes. He had to be over 6 ft tall.

You set your glass down. “I’m sorry?”

“My mates are betting I can’t get anyone to piggyback.”

“And you picked me?”

He nodded at your top. “Skulls are sort of my lucky charm.”

You scoffed, looking past him at the other ladies in the room. “Are you serious? There are plenty who weigh far less.”

His brow rose. “Are you calling me weak?”

You took in the width of his shoulders, how his loose black shirt couldn’t hide the thickness of his biceps – the left one inked. He was handsome, rugged with the scar across his cheek, his short blond hair and light scruff, but his stare and bluntness made him beyond intimidating.

How could you get out of this situation with the least fuss?

“N- no.”

His eyes softened a touch. “May I? Please?”

Playing along and getting it over with should be the safest bet. “Okay... But-”

He turned his back and squatted slightly. “Hop on.”

“Wait- are you sure you can?”

“Hop on,” he repeated.

At that point, it was not your fault anymore if he ended up embarrassing himself. So you gripped his hard shoulders and did as told before he swiftly hooked his large hands under your jean-clad thighs. He didn’t grunt or strain when he bounced you to position and straightened up. As if you weighed nothing, which was a feeling you never thought you’d experience.

You had to give it to him - his strength was impressive. You chuckled to yourself, seeing the top of everyone’s head amused you. Across the pub, the table of three men grinned at the massive stranger. The one with the mohawk was very much entertained as he gave him thumbs up.

It was then that Simon groaned, because his team was embarrassing the hell out of him. That, and he finally got to feel how soft and warm you were pressed up against him. A little creepy, but a man was allowed to fantasise about a birdie he’d been eyeing, right?

“That’s all, yeah? You just have to carry-”

He stepped towards the bar, making you latch onto him.

“Oh! Where are you going?

“I’m getting you a drink.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Please, I insist.” When he flagged the barman down, you held on tighter. “It’s the least I can offer for getting you involved.”

You laughed, your breath warm against his ear. “Are you going to set me down or am I having my drink on your back?”

“Don’t give me ideas.” He chuckled as he lowered you to your feet.

He leaned against the bar, arm folded as he stared at you on the stool, downing your shot before looking at yourself on your selfie cam.

“Would you… like something as well?” you asked after you tucked your phone back in your pocket.

He shook his head.

“Okay. Well, thanks for he drink. You could get back to your mates if you want.”

“I’m Simon,” he mustered instead.

“Hi.” You shifted in your seat. “Is something the matter?”

“No.” He frowned. “Why are you asking?”

“It’s just you’ve been staring, and there’s nothing on my face. I checked.”

Bloody hell, could he be any more awkward? He just wanted to ask why you were alone without being weird about it.

He looked away. “I didn’t mean to.” You make me stupid. It didn’t help that your previous drink had tinted your lips, looking even more kissable up close.

“I think your mates want you back though.” You chuckled, nodding at his table.

When he turned to them, they immediately busied themselves with their drinks, averting their gazes.

“They’re a nosy bunch, they are.” He inched closer to you. “The one in the beanie, that’s our captain. The other two are my sergeants.”

“You’re the lieutenant?”

He hummed. “The one with the mohawk is the prankster. He’s a bad influence. He’ll talk you into doing anything.”

“He put you up to this then?”

He shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips.

As if on cue, Soap looked up with an uncontained grin, only to look back down when he realised eyes were on him.

”Seems like he can’t wait to say hi.” He swiftly picked you up off your seat, bridal-style. “Is this enough to show you weigh nothin’?” he asked, fighting the urge to grab a handful of your soft thigh and waist.

“Oh- oh dear!” You laughed, arm wrapping around his neck, pretty fingers grasping his bicep. “Wait, wait, put me down!”

When you were back on your feet, you pulled your phone out of your pocket. “Sorry, I’m actually meeting someone. He’s almost here.”

So that was why you were alone. You were waiting for someone. Disappointment anchored at the bottom of his chest.

“Right. Okay.”

You smiled. “Thanks for the drink, Simon. I’ll see you around, yeah?”

He grunted and you headed to the end of the bar. He stood umoving for another second before retreating to his table like a kicked puppy.

“L.T., wha’ happened? She was havin’ so much fun!” Soap shot as soon as Simon took his seat next to him.

“She’s meetin’ someone,” he said quietly.

“Aww… Sorry, Ghost,” Gaz said. “But hey, she let you carry her!”

With your back to him, you looked at your phone whenever a man walked in.

Huh, first date?

You flagged down some other blond man who walked over to you with a smile. The barman took your order before you chatted with him with a polite smile, keeping a respectable distance between the two of you.

Simon was in no place to watch and invade your privacy – he really should look away. But what was it that simmered in him when the bloke scooted closer, his arm along the back of your chair?

He laughed, pointing at something on the TV. You looked up, and your hand deftly covered your drink, like an instinct.

He smirked. Smart girl.

“I know she’s with someone, but I can tell she likes you more,” Price said, and Simon finally tore his gaze away from you.

“Ye should fight ‘im, L.T. He dinnae stand a fuckin’ chance.”

“You can knock him out with a slap,” Gaz quipped.

He chuckled, blatantly looking over Price to you again. “Rather just look.” While it wasn’t for him, at least he could watch your pretty smile from here and quench his thirst a bit.

With the bloke’s drink in hand, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, his other hand inching to your covered drink now. He tipped his glass over you, causing you to jump and grab serviettes to dab yourself with. Just as fast, his fisted hand opened over your drink before helping you.

“No fucking way,” Simon said out loud.

“What?” Gaz followed his line of sight.

He marched over, yanking the man around by the shoulder. “What the bloody hell did you just do?”

He stumbled off his seat from the force, making the lieutenant tower over him even more. “What? Who- Do you know him?” He turned to you.

His finger jabbed the man’s chest. “What. The. Fuck. Did you put in her drink?”

“Nothing! What are you accusing me of?”

Simon didn’t miss the crack in the man’s voice. He raised your drink to the man’s face, a tiny white tablet swaying at the bottom of the glass. “Empty your pockets.”

“Simon, what’s…”

“I’m not repeating myself.”

The man fished out his phone, wallet and keys with trembling hands.

“That’s not all.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. There’s nothing else, mate!” he said exasperatedly.

Simon’s patience ran dry. He patted his front pocket, hand bumping over something. “You need to see this,” he said quietly to you.

You hesitantly stuck your hand in the man’s left pocket, coming up with a bag of white tablets.

The man smacked the bag out of your hand. “You planted that, you slag!”

“If you didn’t do anything, drink it.” He spat, holding out your drink to him, now cloudy and fizzing.

He stared at the glass. “Fuck you,” he said, pushing it onto Simon’s chest before dashing out of the pub.

“Did he…”

“The fuck was that, Simon?” Price questioned from behind him.

“Fucking piece of shit spiked her drink.”

Price turned to you, a hand on your shoulder. “You got his name and number, love?”

“Yes.” You blinked. ”Yes, his number and dating profile.”

“I’m sending the coppas his way.” He picked up the evidence on the ground with a serviette. “Simon, get the details and make sure she gets home safe,” he said before approaching the barman.

You dried his ruined shirt with a wad of serviette. “I can’t even begin to thank you for your help, Simon. Really, thank you so much. I wouldn’t have-”

“You did good.” He squeezed your hand over his chest. “You covered your glass when you weren’t looking, but spilling his drink on you was something else.”

When you looked up at him with wide eyes, he dropped your hand.

“Would you like me to send you home?”

“I don’t want to trouble you. I don’t even live nearby.”

“Would you let me, if I want to?”

There was a pause before you smiled. “I think I’d like that, actually.”

When he grabbed his jacket from the table, Soap patted him on the back.

“Good catch, L.T. What a fuckin’ disgrace, the lad.”

“Have fun, Ghost,” Gaz teased.

Outside the pub where the streets were quieter, you forwarded the profile and chat screenshots of the man from your group chat to Simon.

“Can’t be too cautious. I’m not surprised if that’s not even his name honestly.” You shrugged, stuffing your phone back in your pocket. “I knew it was dodgy he insisted on meeting here when I said I’d rather somewhere in the middle, in broad daylight. That, and he was half an hour late too!”

It was disheartening to know this was the reality of dating, that all sorts of people lurked online, sometimes not with the best intentions. He’d show you his ID just to prove he wasn’t a creep, just someone smitten with a staring problem if any.

“If it was me, I’d have taken you anywhere you wanted.”

You chuckled.

“On my back too, if you prefer. I think you quite enjoyed that.”

“I did, actually,” you teased. “Is it a bad time to tell you I’m starving?”

“Yeah? That’s good news, because I’m always hungry. A kebab sounds about right at this hour.”

“Extra chips?”

“Extra chips,” he affirmed.

“You know what, I think this is my sign.” You pulled out your phone again, deleting an app. “Don’t think online dating was ever my thing.”

Is a stranger at a pub who shamelessly stares at you more your thing?

“Going out with someone who offers to carry me around is more like it.”

He bit back a smile. “So? Another ride on my back?”

You chuckled. “Next time,” you said, taking his arm instead.

As much as he enjoyed your touch, he couldn’t do with your fingers over his jacket. He needed to feel you. When he held your hand in his, you smiled up at him.

Simon had to thank his team for painstakingly convincing the stubborn lieutenant to approach the lady he’d been staring at. You didn’t have to know there was no bet, that asking to carry you was his own idea, an outrageous excuse to talk to you. But he wouldn’t complain if he ended up helping you, taking you for a little supper and even got to send you home.

“When’s next time?” he asked at your door, squeezing your hand.

You really shouldn’t have said it, because he was going to make sure there would be one. It had become a goal to show you how you deserved to be treated on a date.

“Is tomorrow too soon?”

“Right now isn’t even too soon.”

You laughed, pulling him down by the shoulder to meet your lips.

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[leonstoenailunderhisbed]

I just got out of my psychology class and I kept having thoughts about Leon and how his mind works. Here’s a psychoanalysis on Leon bc I truly do like how his brain works:

TW: mentions of mental illnesses, substances, substance abuse, suicide. (Guys- I am not a medical psychologist or a medical psychiatrist. This is strictly based on my psychology class, take this with a grain of salt.)

Leon suffers from Combat and Violence Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). This type of PTSD (because there’s subcategories) is most often common in veterans and in men.

More often than not, one can tell when someone’s suffering PTSD (flat voice, substance abuse, inability to sleep, change in personality, etc.)

Leon in RE2/RE2R didn’t necessarily show signs of PTSD until after the events took place. Leon was too busy trying to survive that his brain shut off the emotions he was feeling “in the heat of the moment.” He was scared but it was his survival instinct that allowed him (or the player) to move forward. Hence why I think he also suffered from Depression and Acute Stress Disorder (ASD).

ASD is commonly found in patients with PTSD, ASD is kind of like the first stage after a traumatic event took place. PTSD victims often find themselves having frequent panic attacks. I think it would be safe to assume that Leon in RE2/RE2R had several panic attacks during or after Raccoon City. I don’t think he’d go to therapy/psychiatrist/psychologist because in RE4R he stated that he immediately got called to the White House after he survived RC. And this is where I think it got worse.

RE4 and RE4R both portray very distinct Leon characters. One is more “fine” than the other in short words. Leon in RE4og doesn’t necessarily show signs of having mental issues but maybe he’s just good at masking them. Leon in RE4og often finds himself being very witty or very lean back. He’s less serious but I think it’s a coping mechanism. Up to that point in his life, he’s been in very serious situations that I think this is his way of gaining some of that control he lost when the virus first started. His brain is fighting battles of being in control or letting others control him. In this case- the situation is controlling him. He wants to have that sense of individuality and most of the time this is a coping mechanism. To gain back some of the things he’s lost in the process.

In RE4R, however (and I’m going to be very bold with this one), we don’t know much about how he feels. He is flat and his demeanor is distant to an extent. I’ve noticed a few changes to him from when he first started the game to where the player made it halfway. In the beginning of the game (when he’s with the two Spanish cops) he’s similar to RE4og- sarcastic and a little unserious. Which can be guessed as his normal personality. He doesn’t really show how much he’s actually been through with those two strangers. He’s got better things to worry about- he neglects his own issues. When he tries to find Ashley and he sees the zombies again- his PTSD gets triggered and it makes him be able to pull the trigger (aside from the player lol) There are few types of reactions when PTSD gets triggered and I think Leon’s reaction is a bit depressing.

When Leon sees these zombies again, his brain automatically jumps back to the memories of Raccoon City and almost immediately finds himself back in his former self’s shoes. But he doesn’t have time to linger, he forces those thoughts away and keeps going. I don’t think he wants to have time to think about what just happened because he’s often trying to keep his brain occupied “sorry, must’ve slipped” or any other phrase he says makes me believe that he’s just trying to make himself laugh (because believe it or not, laughter really does help with mental issues) or he’s trying to make the situation seem lighter. Or maybe he’s in denial, his brain hasn’t processed that the same thing that happened in RC is happening all over again. And when you’re in denial, you are repressed. Sigmund Freud said that repression is when someone turns something (trauma, thoughts, events, feelings) away. They deliberately choose to cast their thoughts and feelings aside. Leon bottles his emotions, it’s his defense mechanism. He doesn’t smoke (as mentioned in the game) nor does he drink (there’s a Reddit post that perfectly summed it up for me) He knows substances aren’t good for you and the fact that he’s against them makes me believe that he has other ways of dealing with PTSD such as exercise. I’m not saying this just because Leon looks very built, I want to think that maybe half the reason he works out isn’t just for his job. I think it also because it helps him mentally.

Mobility, sleep, and nutrition are the most important things to keep yourself mentally and physically healthy.

I’ll get on to RE6 because in that game, he pulled a 180 imo. RE6 Leon is more empathetic. He cares about the people that could’ve survived. He suffers from survivor’s guilt. After RE4/RE4R, Leon probably became more aware of his struggles and has tried to deal with them. He’s become more human, he’s allowed himself to feel human. He’s still the same serious guy with the flat effect but he’s becoming more open about his thoughts and feelings. I think the game is trying to hint at us that MAYBE he’s getting better. (Guys this is a stretch okay. RE6 is lowkey messy)

Now on to the films (I’ve done the liberty of researching a ‘order’ of when these may have taken place and not by the release date order so you guys won’t get confused):

ID Leon: He’s very compassionate in this one. He has a sense of self righteousness but I know why. He wants to make up for the losses of the people he’s seen die. He wants to fight against the corporation and wants to end the spread (submarine scene when he talks about RC) He wants to make up for what he couldn’t save. (Hence why he didn’t give Claire the chip- he wanted to protect her because he cares for her)

Degeneration Leon: Protection can only go a long way. Leon is more… assertive in his objectives, if you will. He’s back in his RE4 days in other words (any of the two games tbh, this Leon is complex) Leon wants to keep fighting for his cause. Not only is he forced to be a soldier for the government but he also has found a drive. All his pent up PTSD and trauma has shifted into something else. If no one could’ve been the hero then HE’LL be the hero himself, does that make sense?

Damnation Leon: Haha Russia go brr (sorry) Again, he’s become more chill. When he’s with JD, he’s funny but still cautious (bc let’s be honest, JD could’ve still shot his ass) nothing much to comment, I think he’s been consistent since Degeneration.

Vendetta Leon: NOW WE GETTING JUICY. This man- this Leon is the epitome of what a relapse does to you. Leon is seen drinking away his problems. He’s relapsed back into the mentality where his brain is finally processing everything. He’s even tried to attempt suicide- that’s how bad he got. His PTSD, his ASD, depression (bc you can’t tell me he didn’t have depression) it all came back to him and it made him feel shitty. He lost his power over himself, he no longer feels useful. He feels empty and broken. That’s sh he drowns himself in his own sorrows. Because he’s learned that if you drink until you pass out, you don’t dream. He doesn’t sleep- no. He’d rather black out because when you’re in an unconscious state, you don’t dream at all. You’re simply just lying there on the floor with your eyes closed. And that’s the feeling Leon wants to feel. He wants to forget everything for one minute and just calm down. And alcohol does that to you, that’s why people with PTSD become addicted to substances.

DI Leon: homeboy somehow got better (I’ve yet to watch DI lol) but from what I’ve seen, he’s definitely back to his “normal” self. He probably learned that maybe living life is the best thing. That if his attempt would’ve succeeded, then he wouldn’t have been able to live to his fullest. Regret makes people do a lot of things and I think Leon matured and learned.

[gettinshiggywithit]

!The BSD Cast With A Reader Who Has A Stalker!

Scenario:- what the bsd characters would do if their s/o had a stalker

Characters included:- dazai,chuuya,kunikida,atsushi,yosano,ranpo,akutagawa (romantic pairings) kenji,kyouka and the tanizakis(platonic pairings)

Genre:-fluff/comfort?

Tw:- mentions of bein stalked and well,a stalker,Teeny bit of cussing

W/C:-2.4k

A/N:-yes this is inspired by my real life no i will not elaborate~

↪️Osamu Dazai

If you tell dazai that you have a stalker,he’d probably joke about it at first.

But when you tell him how serious it had gotten and how stressed and scared it makes you,

He takes it way more seriously.

He obviously has a plan,our little manipulator.

And soon enough he’s threatened the stalker with an entire stack of private and compromising information.

They stop after that.and youre finally at peace.

When you thank dazai he first brushes it off as it havin been nothing at all,but ends it with a serious statement of how no one messes with the people he cares about.

As we know,the worst decision dazai’s enemies could make is making themselves his enemies.

And That stalker realized that the hard way.

↪️Chuuya Nakahara

Chuuya,unlike dazai is a little less calculated.

He has absolutely no issue with using force to make his point clear when he’s pissed(or not.) and you having to live in a constant state of fear because of this asshole is WAY more than enough to piss him off.

He finds the bastard(being a port mafia exec. Really did have its fair share of perks) and pays them a visit himself~

He comes home later that day looking rather pleased with himself and when you ask what he did,

He just says that he took care of it.

You know chuuya like the back of your hand,so you also know that he definitely has no problem with defending what matters to him,no matter what the cost.

So to protect your subconscious,you don’t question him further.

But he sees that youre a little uneasy so,he clarifies that the person isn’t dead.

Theyre just… permanently out of commission and chuuya’s slight look of annoyance tells you that he really didn’t kill the stalker.

You run into his arms and thank him and he hugs you back while pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

You unwind with wine and dinner and enjoy your first carefree night in quite a while.

↪️Doppo Kunikida

Kunikida is outraged!

How dare these delinquents disrupt your daily life schedule like this!

He MUST do something about it.

Kunikida obviously doesn’t want it to turn into anything too confrontational(not because he wouldn’t fight for you,but because the clean up would require more energy and time than this bastard deserves)

So he calls up katai and has him dig up anything about this stalker of yours.

Soon kunikida has more than enough information to come up with the perfect plan of action.

Blackmail really isn’t his style so he goes for a little something different.

He calls up the stalker and while the bitch is scared shitless,he drops little bits of the info he’s gathered in conversation.(okay yh I lied.blackmail it is.we stan petty kunikida in this house~)

At this point he’s having a conversation with himself so he knows the stalker is definitely shaking with fear.

So he ends the call with a final statement,

“I suggest you leave y/n alone  if you know whats good for you.you wouldn’t want to ruin your entire life now would you?not that you haven’t already by sinking to the level you are already at, of course.”

And he’s met with a shakey “yes,sir…” before the line goes silent permanently.

He let you know you can stop living in fear and you two go over your next days routine.(mans had only allocated a certain amount of time to solve that entire thing okay :’))

↪️Atsushi Nakajima

Atsushi is a gentle soul,bless him,really.

But he was worried af when you told him about your stalker.

He’s determined to keep his s/o safe!

He asks ranpo for help,and is turned away(‘not botheredddd’ ßRanpo’s reply)

So he goes to dazai next.

Dazai obviously suggests blackmail.

Atsushi doesn’t wanna pull a dazai on this one.

So he just calls the number(dazai has it tapped and is using ranpo{he was bribed with candy} to track it) you’d blocked and when he gets a rude response tauting him;daring him to ‘actually do something about it’ he loses it!

Who does this asshole think he is?!

Atsushi fires back saying that he really will and when the stalker cuts the line laughing and repeating that atsushi wouldn’t do shit, he really is ready to go deal some damage.

He walks out into the main area of the ADA to see dazai sitting at his desk with a shit eating grin oh his face,a piece of paper with an address scrawled across it between his middle and pointer fingers.

“here you gooo atsuuushiiiii~~~” he says

Atsushi thanks him and takes off to take care of it.

He comes back in about 2 hours and when you ask him what he did,he simply says that he taught the asshat a lesson on respect!

You get a letter the next day from your stalker and to your surprise,it’s an apology letter which specifies that they’ll never bother you again.

You thank atsushi with a little peck to the lips and hes a complete blushing mess.

We love this fluffy puddy tat(that’s tweety for pussy cat {wan atsushi in the background :- IM A TIGER!})

↪️Ranpo Edogawa

Absolutely obliterates the stalker.

He was bored anyway and you bein in distress was definitely enough to get him to try something.

He too calls up the stalker,but instead of airing out current or recent dirty laundry , he goes straight for their most sensitive and embarrassing childhood and adolescent memories.

How he knows all of this baffles you

But such is the wonder that is ranpo edogawa.

And finally he ends his call with.

“oh and say hi to all the people I put in jail! You’ll be goin there in 3….2….1” and sure enough the police were at the stalker’s door.and they were taken away.

Your praise and thanks have ranpo beaming because as we know,he lives for the applause :”)

Serves em right for not knowing who they were messing with tbh.

↪️Ryunosuke Akutagawa

Akutagawa is peeved to say the least.

Why were such vermin even allowed to live on the same earth as him??

he definitely takes care of it.

Swiftly and elegantly might I add~

Rashoumon leaves the stalker permanently disabled once aku pays them a little visit.

What a waste of space.

He totally roasts the stalker on how useless and pathetic they are.

And finally leaves them with a last threat for initiative “leave y/n alone,or else ill come back and finish what I started.i cannot guarantee that you will survive.but it will certainly be painful.am I making myself clear?”

He’s met with a very petrified piece of shit and he finally kicks said piece of shit away from himself before leaving  swaggering away with his hands in his pockets and a bored look in his eyes.

When he arrives back at your apartment he tells you that you’ll be fine. And if they dare inconvenience you again,to let him know.

You really are grateful for your Mafioso boyfriend

↪️Akiko Yosano

Yosano is pissed

But also delighted!

She’s not delighted cos you have a stalker btw!

Shes delighted cos now she can use her ability on someone….or not ;3

Whatever it is,she gets to play mad scientist with someone she has absolutely no remorse for

Comes back home covered in blood and reassures you that she took care of it,with a shit eating(and slightly concerning ) grin on her face.

You know akiko wouldn’t have killed the stalker…but um youre not totally sure.

When you ask her she sadly says that theyre alive,but when she turns to walk away she whispers a muffles “barely” under her breath.

Either way,shes satisfied with herself~

Very slay of her tbh ;3

↪️Michizou Tachihara

Goes after em.

Buddy grabs his pistols and goes to take care of business himself!

He doesnt care abt protocol in that moment,but he also knows that mori wont give a shit cos its a personal matter

So he’s technically in the clear.

Once at the stalkers door,he knocks twice to get their attention and when her hears the sound of a hand landing on the handle,he shoots and gets em right in the hand!

And in the process of doing so,hes shot through the lock,so he kicks the door open{effortlessly} and confronts the stalker who recognises him immediately (i mean obvs)

Tachihara is a part of the port mafias elite kill squad so he’s no stranger to a messy job,but for the sake of your subconscious, he keeps it comparatively clean,shooting through the stalker’s limbs and beating the shit outta them too!

He cleans up into new clothes at gin and ryunosuke’s before comin back home to you(he knows that if you see him all bloodied up the questions will start)

And let me clarify that mans did this without your knowledge so while you’re watchin a movie that night,you do not know what he did but you find out the next day and immediately know it was him

His thank you was a little kiss on the lips that somehow managed to convey your total appreciation for him in only 3 seconds~

↪️Higuchi Ichiyou

With the way she is when it comes to akutagawa,we know that higuchi would be protective of the ones she loves

So when her s/o is bein terrorised by a stalker,you bet your ass shes gonna take action

Step one: identify the stalker

She covertly follows you around and when she sees the person you’d described to her,she begins to tail them.

When they get home she calmly and quietly walks upto their door and knocks

She then winds back her arm and waits until-

BAM the stalker is met with a face full of fist!

She then takes advantage of their confused state and tackles them to the ground

She bends one arm behind their back and when they try harder to resist,a sickening crunch and a howl of pain is let out

And now that she has their attention,she makes her threat: “leave y/n alone or else you’ll have to deal with the entirety of the port mafia next!”

Ofc this threat doesnt mean anything~

like I mentioned earlier,mori doesn’t give a shit about personal matters so theres no way anyone (else) from the pm would be knocking on ur stalkers door.

But they didnt know that~

So they beg and promise not to bother you anymore.they promise to leave you alone forever.

Higuchi knows that they’re being honest,the fear in their voice is a dead giveaway

So she gets up but then shoots two bullets On either side of the stalkers face,barely missing.

“I hope ive made myself clear” are the last words she mutters before disappearing into the night

And just like that,you were never bothered again.

↪️Yukichi Fukuzawa

President fukuzawa isnt really confrontational unless he has to be

So when you tell him that you have a stalker terrorising you,

He knows what to do

He asks ranpo to deduce the location of said stalker and withink seconds,he does

Then,fukuzawa writes a letter.

A very threatening letter

Your stalker knows all about him

Ofc they would he’s your significant other !

So when they see the letter addressed to them from fukuzawa,they are immediately intrigued

And after reading the letter,theyre fuckin FILLED with fear

They know how powerful and skilled the president of the GODDAM armed detective agency is

So they immediately decide to leave you alone

Death by katana wasnt something they wanted to experience.

So when you tell him how the stalker wasn’t bothering you anymore and how you knew he had to have done something about it,he just replied with

“All i did,

Was write a letter.”

↪️Kenji and kyouka(platonic.i aint writin romantic stuff for them yall.)

↪️Kyouka Izumi

Demon snow to the rescue.

One visit from kyouka’s ability and you’re sure to be okay for the remainder of your life.

The threat of being cut up by a katana wielding demon really does deter people from being creeps~

↪️Kenji Miyazawa

Finds them by using his many connections around town and beats em shitless.

They cant even tell which way’s up when he’s done with em.

Remember, his family motto is "If a cow defies you, strike it with something handy."

Suffice to say you were NEVER bothered by that stalker ,or any other stalker, after that!

↪️Tanizaki Naomi and Tanizaki Junichirou

You were best friends with naomi and thereby junichirou,and while their relationship weired out a lot of new people at the agency,you’d really never cared much abt it

So when you told them abt your stalker issue they were both worried.

This wasnt good for you or your mental health

So junichirou took it upon himself to take care of the situation

Naomi had you distracted the entire day with a whole day out of shopping and just FUN

Meanwhile junichirou had found the stalkers address and confronted them himself

As we all know,a pissed off junichirou is a SCARY junichirou

So you can bet the stalker tried to run

But as usual,

LIGHT SNOW TO THE RESCUEE

After the stalker thinks they’ve gotten away he appears behind them,with a gun pointed straight at their temple.

He threatens to pull the trigger (he wouldn’t)

And when the stalkers begs him not to,promising to leave you alone.

He scoffs and fires a bullet that just manages to graze their cheek.

He then lets the illusion break away as he disappears himself

After that,youre happy and you feel so FREE

You’re back to your old self again and the tanizakis fist bump to their success!

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feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

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[mypoisonedvine]

Drabble Idea: Judge Crane decides to give his obsession a third option. Death, exile, or…….

You know he would use his position in order to get his crush all to himself while Gotham burns.

YES OMG SOME LOVE FOR JUDGE CRANE he's so underrated and I actually lost it when I saw the movies in theaters and he popped up <3 like omg look it's my husband

warnings: coercion, ownership, threats of noncon, yandere vibes

"You can't be serious," you mumbled, but you knew he was-- Dr. Crane wasn't an especially humorous guy, that whole death by exile bit from earlier notwithstanding.

He still smiled at you, though; "It's your choice."

"Well, it's not much of a choice, is it?" you scoffed.

"It's a better choice than anybody else got," Jonathan shrugged, "if you do choose exile, I'm sure these guys would love to give you a nice send-off-- right, boys?"

You didn't even have the heart to look back at the thugs who had dragged you in here, but you heard them chuckling and mumbling amongst themselves. Crane had made his message clear, and you let out a sigh of defeat. "Fine," you said.

"Fine?" he repeated. "What's that mean, you'll just die?"

"No, I--"

"You know, you said once you'd rather die than marry me, do you remember that?" He laughed. But that was years ago, when your father tried to set you up with him because he was a respected doctor and you were a nice young socialite-- it was more about rebellion than anything else then, but learning about his insanity and criminal activities wasn't exactly changing your mind.

"I was wrong," you admitted, "alright? I'm sorry."

He smiled again, a little more sinister than the last time. "Then you can wait for me with the others... sweetheart."

~

The huddled mass of the 'arrested' dwindled through the day, executives and politicians dragged up the stairs to meet their fate as determined by Crane; soon it was only half or less left behind, with you simply counting the minutes until you'd be taken-- you couldn't imagine what life would be like with Jonathan, and for now, you tried not to.

He came for you at the end of the day, standing above you and smiling down as you stayed sitting on the ground, leaning against a pillar and waiting for whatever he asked you to do. "I'm not sure what I'm supposed to say," he admitted as he stared at you. "Hi honey, I'm home or something?"

"You don't actually sleep here, do you?" you frowned.

"No, no-- I believe in work-life balance," he shook his head; then reached his hand out to help you up. "Come on, let's go home."

Though you hesitated, you took his hand and let him help you to your feet with a wince.

"Are you alright?" he asked, seeing the pain on your face.

"They kinda roughed me up," you admitted quietly, though your breath caught when Jonathan pulled you closer.

"Poor thing," he mumbled, petting your cheek briefly, holding your waist a little tighter. "And having to sit on this hard floor all day-- you must be sore, hm?"

You nodded slightly, though you felt strange talking to him like this-- like it was a normal conversation, and not something you had to do to keep yourself safe. If being with him could really be considered 'safe'...

"I can write you a script if you're in too much pain," he offered, "but I think you just need some rest: somewhere warm, a nice big bed..."

He leaned in closer as he trailed off, taking a deep breath beside your head as he rubbed your back. Though he must have noticed the way you tensed up and nearly pulled away, it didn't deter him.

"I'll be good to you," he promised, "if you just behave. You don't need to be so afraid of me."

But you could hear the excitement in his voice; he liked that you were afraid of him. Finally, he had the power over you that you'd denied him all those years ago. No matter how sweet he promised to be, one way or another, he was going to make you pay for that.

[cod-dump]

Nikpricegraves thoughts, special delivery!

Nik getting more grey in his hair, and neither Price or Graves wants to bring it up, because they don't know how Nik feels about it. They dom't want to make him feel self-conscious.

So they wait. And Nik finally brings it up, very casually (fronting like hell) musing aloud that he might color the grey so people don't think their evac pilot is too old.

And maaaaybe Price and Graves wanted their responses to be a liiiittle more restrained, a little more level-headed. But they weren't.

Price: You are not TOUCHING that silver--

Graves: Like HELL you're--absolutely not!

Price: Anyone lucky enough to have you picking him up has no right to complain about that!

Graves: And it's sexy as hell anyway!

Price: Exactly, you're fuckin gorgeous.

Nik: ... Thank you?

Nik was a very confident man. He was sure of himself, comfortable in his own skin and almost never doubted himself. But seeing the thin stripes of silver in his hair… he wasn’t too confident on it. The reality of him being old was setting in and he wasn’t very happy about it.

Nik never gave the thought of him getting old much thought considering he didn’t think he would get this far, especially not with his constant flirting with death. He never thought about how he would feel about growing grey, and now that it was here, highlighting his temples? Nik felt his heart squeeze, uncertainty making his chest tight.

Worse part was that neither his husband or boyfriend had mentioned anything about the grey, which just added to his uncertainty about it. He’s caught them whispering about it, both immediately cutting themselves off upon noticing him. He’s caught them staring, again no comments about it. Nik knows they had noticed it, of course they did. They notice everything new or different about him, most of the time even before he’s noticed it.

He didn’t like their silence and was choosing to assume the worst. But he kept quiet, just like how they were choosing to stay quiet. The topic of greying hair wouldn’t come up until one night while they ate dinner. He couldn’t help but stare at their own hair, how he would’ve noticed if John had started to grey (surprising he hadn’t by this point). The silver would’ve been noticeable amongst his dark brown hair, within his beard. It would be undeniably attractive.

Phil greying would been less noticeable considering his golden hair. There would’ve needed to be quite a few grey hairs before it was obvious and even then it would blend nicely with the gold strands. It would add to the American’s charm. Both would carry silver has crowns yet… Nik couldn’t determine that about himself. Couldn’t see himself with it, even as it took residence within his hair.

“I think I need to start investing in hair dye.”

The speed in which Phil turned his head to look at him made Nik fear he would break his neck. John just froze mid bite, eyes looking up to stare at him. Nik kept his usual level of smug confidence about him even though he wasn’t feeling anything remotely similar. Phil swallows his food, taking a deep swig of his water before he glares at him.

“Over my dead body.”

Nik blinked in surprise, his facade cracking.

“Nik, my love, if you do that you’d break my heart,” John added, staring intensely at him.

Nik looked between his partners before he cleared his throat, “Right-“

“Nikky, I’m serious,” Phil said firmly, “That silver is so fucking hot and if you dye it I’ll probably cry.”

“I second that,” John said very seriously.

Nik couldn’t help but laugh at their seriousness. Phil stood and walked behind him fingers going into his hair which of course caused Nik to lean back and practically melt. John stood as well and walked over.

“Should’ve known something was up when you hadn’t said anything. Big, bad Nikolai, insecure over some grey hairs.”

Nik huffs, closing his eyes as Phil continued to play with his hair, “I am not insecure.”

“You just said you wanted to dye it.”

Nik huffs, he could hear Phil’s smirk. He mustered up an unamused frown, which was immediately chased away by a well placed kiss from John. Nik was choosing to be annoyed in order to hide how relieved he felt about their approval. The two would probably pry that confession out of him later when it wouldn’t add onto their smugness over his unusual lack of confidence.

“You might want to prepare for when we return from leave, the boys are definitely going to say something when they notice.”

Nik snorts, “If they have a problem with their transport getting grey then they can cry about it.”

“Cry and complain, with bad jokes on the side.”

By the time they returned from leave, Nik would regain his rock solid confidence. And some jokes of his own because what is an old man without his jokes?

[cupcakeslushie]

You seem to draw Donnie covered in Spray paint (pink and blue) a lot. Why is that? What got him hooked to it and why doesnt he have to mix the colors himself?

(BIG fan of the angsty separated au!!!!)

Draxum’s lab is pretty dull color wise, and Three wanted to differentiate his tech from Draxum’s. Huginn and Muninn are the ones who buy Three his spray paints! One of those small, nice things they try to do to make the kid a little bit happy. Purple is Three’s favorite color, but sometimes they’re limited in what they can bring him. (Also the pink and blue colors are a nod to Jinx—It’s kinda funny that her colors, pink and blue, when mixed, make purple)

It would be maximum shock if they all met right when Leo and Donnie rejoined the family, before they kinda started their healing process, cause they’re probably the most different at that point.

Rise!Donnie would be appalled at AU!Donnie, from silly things like the way he accumulates layers of grime without a care—to the rude way he treats April. AU!Leo and Rise!Leo would keep a wide birth from each other and probably stick to a buddy system with their respective brothers just in the hopes that they don’t ever get left alone with the other (their bros of course conspire to do exactly that, so they can get to know each other)

Rise!Raph would probably be really worried about AU!Raph just cause he thought his brother’s make him stressed and tired? But between dealing with Leo’s anger issues, and Donnie’s…everything, AU!Raph looks ready to drop any second. AU!Mikey would love Rise!Mikey, cause he’s adorable, but he’s a little sad when he looks at him, cause he acts just like he used to, before he was thrown into the arena, so he tries to tone down the bad and make it sound more exciting so that Rise!Mikey doesn’t know how horrible AU!Mikey had it.

The Kraang would def be the Rise Kraang version. The movie would take place a little while after the defeat the Shredder. I’m still working out the timeline cause when I was first deciding their ages, I forgot about the two years from the end of the series and the start of the movie 🙄. So I’m doing some reworking on that end. I think I’ll either change them to be a few years older at the start of the AU than I made them, OR the AU and the fight with Shredder will go for a longer stretch of time than it did in the series. That way there’s not a huge two year gap of unknown time between Shredder’s defeat to the start of the movie. EDIT Now that we know the series took place over two years and it was only a couple months between the finale and the movie. Their ages are gonna be the ones listed on their character charts!!

I’m still not even sure if I’ll manage to make it that far, but hopefully we will get there eventually! Cause I really wanna get to Casey. In fact, I’d probably make it less about Leo growing into a more serious role (cause obviously he’s already there), and more about him really accepting the love of his family. We might even see a future Leo come back with Casey?? It would be so hard not to go that route cause I love that idea so much 🤣

But I honestly don’t know yet what I’d really like to do. And I’d hate to give an answer that I’d have to redact later. I’ve got a lot of ideas, but I can’t even think about them, until I put out all the other stuff I’ve got planned. So let’s all cross our fingers and hope we get there some day lol!

2012!Leo would go MOM MODE™️ EXTREME, 2012!Raph and Don would take off like a rocket with the intention of hunting down and murdering Draxum, Shredder and Big Mama, and Mikey would probably be caught between holding back tears and doing his best to tell jokes and ease the tension, or following after his brothers in their murder spree.

Basically as much as the 2012 boys would be thrown off at first over how different the AU boys are from the other versions of themselves they’ve met, they’d go HARD as the protective older bros. But the only one who’d probably actually appreciate it would be AU!Raph cause he never gets to be the little brother lol.

@smoldevelopingcookie @c00k13san2 @luvrbug @organisedchaosstuff @uniqueness351217

Separated AU tag

[niphredil-14]

hey so how do you think the rottmnt boys would deal with their s/o mutating into a beautiful yet strong creature like a non poisonous snake but sharp teeth or tiger. It was painful. S/o isn’t going to be in their right mind for the next day. If the boys attempt to touch s/o or move them, s/o bites if snake/whacks if tiger, at their boyfriends arm as a warning and lets go while hissing. A day passes and s/o feels like themselves again yet they don’t remember what happened and they go find their boyfriend and are very confused and panicky, but they’re normal mentally again, “what happened? You’re the last thing I remember. Why am I a tiger/snake? What happened to your arm?” ?

I know this took forever im so sorryyy

Raph:

Realistically, I think that in the moment of the mutation, Raph would handle it the best. His years as leader really gave him the ability to compartmentalize, and to stay calm in the moment, and break down later. His focus would be on getting you out of the situation, and to somewhere safe enough to address what had happened. He would be at a loss for what to do. He is the brawn, and while he does have strategy skills, I don't think something as technical as a mutation would really be something in his skillset. He doesn't know how to guide you through it, all he can do it stay nearby and do his best to stay calm while trying to comfort you with sweet words, spoken softly. After you change, and are still in a foggy, confused mental state fear and anger, he will still not leave you. Even if you attack him. All I can imagine is him holding you close to him until you physically calm down, even if you're still not calm mentally, much lie how you would with a small, scared animal. You can scratch, bite, and attack him all you want, but he loves you, and will not leave you, no matter what. When you come to once more, right in your mind, but very different physically, I would imagine that you'd panic again, afraid. At least until you realize that you're being cradled by Raph, who is sitting against a wall, not fully asleep but having a little doze. His eyes would snap open upon feeling you squirm, and he would begin questioning and checking on you rapid-fire. You'd barely be able to get a word out. When he realized that you had no memory since before mutating, he would explain the situation as delicately as possible. Would honestly be great at caring for and supporting you post mutation. He's super sweet and understanding, and if anything, I think he might be a bit more comfortable dating a mutant because it would make him feel a bit less monstrous. Though I think he would love you regardless.

Leo:

Portals you out as soon as you begin mutating. I think that Leo would want to be close and hold you and comfort you while you turn, but when you begin attacking him, I think he would resign himself to sitting at the other end of the room from you, or observing through a portal in case you need anything. His heart would break, he is the type to want to sacrifice himself so that his loved ones never have to suffer anything ever in their entire lives, and the fact that he couldn't save you hurts him deeply. I think that once you were back to being yourself, he would be super attentive, but would try to seem a bit more chill than he was feeling. He would answer all your questions seriously, but would throw in a ton of jokes, to try to lighten the mood. This would be borderline infuriating, as it would likely be to such a degree that you would feel as though he wasn't taking you seriously. You would need to express this to him, but once you did, he would tone it down and be much more serious. I think that aside from a slight learning curve, your new form wouldn't really change your relationship.

Donnie:

Donnie would be full fledged panicking. Leo or Raph would probably have to slap him, and yell orders for him to snap out of it and get you to safety. He would bring you to his lab so that he could best monitor and assist you during your mutation. He would do his best to say physically with you, but once you start attacking, he would probably have his bots move you to a more secure part of the lab, where he would be safe behind some kind of glass while still being able to speak to and watch you. When you were once again in your right mind, he would explain everything that had occurred, and would give you time to process that before going over options with you. If you were fine to continue on as a mutant, it wouldn't change the way that he views you, but if you wanted to be human again, he would start working on a retro-mutagen. All in all I think that he would love you regardless, but would follow whatever course of action you wanted and would make you feel best about yourself.

[marsplastic13]

'Complicated' (part 14) - Kaz Brekker x Reader

Idea - Kaz Brekker hires a prostitute to overcome his touch aversion, and be a better man for Inej, but things take an unxepected turn.

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x Prostitute!Reader, (had to use y/n because I'm bad at names)

Genre: modern AU, slow burn

word count: 5.8k

notes: let me know what you think!

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@luffysprincess @cryptidghostgirl @beekeepingageissome

@hufflepuff-16 @lukepattersin @jay-is-a-pinguin

For the next few days, Kaz and Y/N let themselves get lost in the simple pleasures of their trip. But the looming task of preparing Y/N to lie to the police hung over them like a shadow. Kaz knew it was time to shift gears.

Sitting on the couch, Y/N watched as Kaz paced back and forth, his mind clearly in strategy mode. He looked like a professor preparing to teach a critical lesson, his sharp eyes focused on the details only he could see. 

Kaz finally stopped pacing and looked at her, his voice calm but firm. “They won’t accuse you of anything, but they’ll want to talk to you. Your ex was abusive, there’s a record of it. You went to the police and the hospital because of him multiple times. Now that he’s taken his own life, they’ll be interested in whether you had any contact, if he was still stalking you, or if you noticed any signs of what he was going to do.”

Y/N shifted uncomfortably on the couch, the gravity of the situation sinking in. “Okay, what should I say?” she asked, her eyes searching his for guidance.

Kaz stood in front of her, his posture confident, like a teacher about to deliver an important lecture. “Tell the truth until the day of my birthday. After that, stick to the story we discussed.”

Y/N sighed, gathering her thoughts. “So, I was getting ready to go to my…” she hesitated, feeling the weight of the words. Kaz raised his brows, urging her to continue. “...my boyfriend’s birthday party, but when he picked me up, we went to the airport instead of the restaurant.”

Kaz couldn’t help the smirk that played on his lips. “And who’s your boyfriend, miss?” he asked, teasingly.

Y/N rolled her eyes annoyed. “Kaz Brekker,” she replied, clearly unamused by how much he was enjoying this. “How much are you liking this? Why can’t we just say we’re friends?”

Kaz leaned back, his expression serious now. “Because it’s less suspicious. Why would a friend just surprise you with a trip abroad?”

Y/N shot him a look. “I don’t know, why would a friend kill someone for you?”

Kaz’s eyes narrowed slightly, his tone more intense. “Remember, no unnecessary details. If they talk to you again, you have to be able to say the same things, no doubts, no hesitation.”

She nodded, mentally going over the details again, trying to make the story her own.

Kaz leaned forward, his eyes locking with hers as he asked, “Why didn’t you come back for the funeral?”

Y/N took a deep breath, knowing this was a tricky one. “Well, as I’ve repeatedly told the police, he was very abusive. So, yeah, I’m shocked by what he did, but it wasn’t my place to be there. We broke up a long time ago.”

Kaz’s eyes scanned her face, reading her every expression. “Hm, we’ll work on that,” he muttered, before sitting down beside her on the couch. Y/N immediately rested her head on his legs, seeking comfort in his presence.

For a moment, the seriousness of their situation hung in the air, but Y/N couldn’t help but ask, her voice tinged with worry, “Are we going to be fine?”

Kaz’s expression softened, a rare smile curving his lips as he brushed a strand of hair from her face. “Of course. Our story is solid. We just need to stick to it.”

He felt her relax a little against him, but he could still sense her anxiety as his hand moved gently through her hair.

“Do you want to take a bath with me? That bathtub looks insanely big,” Y/n suggested, with a smirk.

Kaz had overcome the majority of his issues, but mixing bodies and water seemed like a recipe for a disaster, even if the idea was really tempting. “I don't think I would be able to do it without having a bad panic attack, maybe another time,” he said gently, his voice betraying a hint of regret.

Y/n nodded, understanding. “Can you keep me company?”

They both went to the bathroom, and Kaz studied her intently as she began to undress. The sight of her bare skin always captivated him, but he was careful not to let his gaze linger too long. “Your side looks better,” he observed, noting the fading bruise on her rib.

“Right?” she said, glancing at herself in the mirror. “It feels better too. Maybe he lost his touch,” she joked harshly.

Kaz watched as she immersed herself into the hot water, swearing silently that he would definitely work on solving his problem with water. The steam rose around her, and she hummed in satisfaction, closing her eyes. “Are you sure you don't want to jump in?” she asked, her voice soft and inviting.

“Trust me, if I could, I wouldn't hesitate,” he replied, the longing clear in his tone.

She smiled, eyes still closed. “Do you want to try holding my hand?”

Kaz considered it for a moment, the thought both tempting and terrifying. “Maybe we'll work on that when we get back,” he decided, his voice firm yet gentle.

“Your call, baby. Can you get my vape?”

Kaz nodded and came back with her vape and a bottle of wine, feeling a surge of satisfaction when he saw her eyes light up. He poured her a glass and brought the vape to her lips, letting her take a deep drag.

“You're spoiling me,” she laughed, the sound like music to his ears.

Kaz made a crooked smile, “Told you I would,” he said before taking a few drags himself, settling on the stool next to her.

“We're not dating,” she said, her tone teasing but with an edge of seriousness.

“I know,” he replied, meeting her gaze.

“We never will,” she continued, testing him.

“Alright,” he agreed, his voice steady.

They locked eyes as he brought the vape back to her lips. The intimacy of the moment hung between them, unspoken but palpable. 

“You know, my side is still sore,” Y/n said after a while, her voice low and seductive, “but my mouth...” She licked her lips suggestively, her eyes locked onto his.

Kaz shook his head, feeling a mix of excitement and unease. “The idea feels weird.”

“Why?” she asked, her brow furrowing slightly.

“I don’t know,” he admitted, avoiding her gaze. “Do you really like it that much?”

“Seeing grown men squirm and twist under me? Absolutely,” she replied with a smirk, rising from the water and splashing him playfully with her hand.

Kaz chuckled, grabbing a towel and passing it to her. “We should start thinking about going back home.”

“We should,” she whispered, her tone softening as she wrapped the towel around herself.

They settled into bed, the effects of drinking on an empty stomach making them both feel pleasantly lightheaded. Their slow kisses deepened, hands roaming each other’s bodies with a blend of tenderness and urgency.

“Kaz, I want you,” Y/n murmured, her voice breathy with desire.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said against her lips, his concern evident in his tone.

“I don’t care,” she moaned, pulling him closer. “I’ll be fine, I swear.”

“You’re injured,” he reminded her, his hands resting gently on her hips, his concern evident in his eyes.

“I’m sure you’ll be very careful,” she whispered, her fingers threading through his hair as she guided him closer. “Please, I’ll stay on top.”

Kaz hesitated for a moment, his mind racing with the fear of causing her pain. But the look in her eyes, the way she was holding him, reassured him. He kissed her deeply, their breaths mingling as they moved together, slow and careful.

He was hyper-aware of her every reaction, his hands gliding over her body with a delicate touch. Y/n’s soft gasps and moans encouraged him, her fingers digging into his back as she pulled him closer. He could feel her body responding to him, her movements gentle but insistent. Y/n was naked under the towel, while Kaz remained half clothed. The urgency of having him without even giving the time to undress made him feel desired in a way he never thought could be possible. 

She slowly slid on him, moving without giving herself time to adjust. He held his breath, every fiber of his being focused on her. Her warmth enveloped him, and he felt a surge of raw, primal satisfaction.

“You really don’t like foreplay,” he commented, trying to mask his awe with a teasing tone.

“You noticed?” she laughed, biting his earlobe lightly, sending a shiver down his spine.

Kaz smirked, but his worry never fully dissipated. “Does it hurt?” he whispered, his voice barely audible as he paused to look into her eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort.

She shook her head, her lips curving into a reassuring smile. “Enough to keep things interesting.”

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “I should’ve expected that,” he murmured, his hands sliding up her sides, feeling the soft curve of her waist beneath his fingers. 

Kaz's movements were slow and deliberate, each thrust measured to ensure her comfort. The towel slipped away, leaving her completely exposed beneath him, her skin flushed and glistening in the soft light. 

Y/n’s nails raked gently down his back, his hips rising to meet her rhythm. His body responded eagerly, matching her every move. The heat between them built steadily, their breaths mingling in the intimate space they shared. The urgency and rawness of their connection made every moment electric, every sensation magnified.

Kaz felt a mixture of emotions. The desire to protect her clashed with his primal need to be close to her. He marveled at her strength, the way she embraced the pain and turned it into pleasure. 

“You're so good, love,” she whispered into his mouth, her words sending a shiver down his spine.

“Yeah?” he responded, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his voice. He wanted to believe her, but doubt lingered.

Kaz knew that she was used to doing pretty heavy stuff. He wasn't sure if she was restraining herself with him because she thought he couldn’t keep up, or if she was giving him time to understand how he liked it. The uncertainty pressed heavily on him, making him question his every move.

“Of course, baby,” she said, cupping his face and kissing him gently. Her touch was both tender and reassuring.

“Are you sure?” he asked between heavy breaths, needing her validation more than he cared to admit.

“You're perfect,” she murmured, her voice filled with genuine affection. Her praise reassured him a bit, but he couldn’t shake the underlying sense of inadequacy. He wanted to be everything she needed, to meet her every expectation.

As their bodies moved together, Kaz focused on her reactions, seeking to please her in every way he could. Her soft gasps and moans guided him, each sound a small victory that bolstered his confidence. He traced the curve of her spine with his fingers, feeling the slight tremor that ran through her at his touch.

Her hips moved in a steady rhythm, her eyes locked onto his. There was something in her gaze that made his heart race, desire and something deeper, something he couldn’t quite name. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that was both passionate and tender.

“You’re amazing,” she whispered against his mouth, her breath hot and urgent. “Don’t doubt yourself.”

Kaz swallowed hard, her words sinking in. He wanted to believe her, to let go of his insecurities. He deepened the kiss, pouring all his feelings into it. The way she responded, her body arching towards his, made him feel more confident.

“It’s so good,” she murmured, her voice a soothing balm to his troubled mind.

Her words filled the empty spaces in his heart, giving him a sense of purpose. But a voice in his head kept saying that she was lying, that there was no way she could enjoy that. His mind raced thinking about the screams that her clients made her do, the things he heard her say and ask for while staying outside her room.

She never screamed for him.

“Y/n, wait, I can't—” he said, stopping her hips, feeling a wave of guilt wash over him.

“Is everything okay?” she asked, scanning his face with concern.

“Are you sure that you like having sex with me?” he blurted out, his voice filled with insecurity.

Y/n frowned, clearly taken aback. “What? Of course, Kaz. Why are you asking me that?”

He sighed, feeling the embarrassment burning on his cheeks. “You’re used to all this crazy stuff, and I... I have zero experience.”

“So?” she replied, her tone gentle but firm.

“Are you sure you’re not bored?” he asked, the question hanging heavy in the air.

“Did I sound bored?” she asked, raising an eyebrow, her voice carrying both surprise and hurt.

“Well, no, but—” he started, but she cut him off.

“Kaz, oh my god, I’m not faking it. I never would,” she said, her eyes wide with genuine concern. 

Kaz looked into her eyes, searching for any hint of deception, but all he saw was sincerity. He wanted to believe her, but the nagging voice in his head wouldn’t quiet down. He swallowed hard, trying to find the right words.

“I’ve heard you with your clients, the things you say, the way you sound,” he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. “I can’t help but compare. Rationally, I know, it's stupid, but-” he admitted, feeling the weight of his insecurities.

Y/n’s expression softened as she cupped his face in her hands. “Needing reassurance is not stupid, love. I imagine this could be a bit weird sometimes.”

“It is,” he conceded, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

Y/n moved to lay on the bed, gently guiding his head to rest on her stomach. Her fingers combed through his hair soothingly, and he felt a sense of calm wash over him.

“Kaz, I would never fake it, I really like having sex with you. It's completely different from being with a client,” she said softly.

“Yeah?” he asked, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her navel.

“Of course. I mean, the mechanics are the same, but emotionally speaking, it's completely different.”

“And why is that?” he probed, seeking more reassurance.

Y/n sighed, her hand continuing to stroke his hair. “Because we care about each other.”

“I care a lot about you,” he whispered, his voice heavy with emotion.

“I know, I can see that,” she replied, her voice full of warmth.

“Are you in love with me?” he blurted out, immediately cursing himself for asking such a loaded question.

“Kaz, don’t put me in this situation,” she sighed, closing her eyes as if trying to shut out the weight of the question.

“I want to know, Y/n. You said it to me,” he pressed, his heart pounding.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she said, her voice tinged with frustration.

“Why?” he asked, his curiosity and need for clarity pushing him forward.

“I don’t like my answer,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Kaz hummed thoughtfully, his eyes studying her face. He moved his hand to tangle it with hers, and she held him, a small smile playing on her lips without opening her eyes.

***

Packing to go back home was more chaotic than they had expected. Kaz was darting around the house, retrieving his scattered belongings, while Y/n stood amidst a mountain of clothes and souvenirs.

“I can't believe you're so messy,” Y/n commented, watching him with an amused expression.

“I'm not messy,” Kaz retorted, his tone defensive. “I'm just having a hard time remembering where I left my things. Are you done?”

Y/n glanced at the array of items around her, shaking her head. “I think I need another suitcase.”

Kaz paused, surveying the chaos. “Maybe we shouldn't move in together,” he quipped with a smirk.

“Pity, I was accepting the idea,” she replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

“Are you sure you can't put some things in my luggage?” he asked, trying to help her manage the clutter.

“I already did,” she laughed, leaning in to kiss his jaw.

Kaz sighed, trying to formulate a plan to fit all of her stuff into some suitcase they might have to buy. He had to check again for half of his stuff, all in time to not miss their flight, and oh, she was kissing him. “Y/n, let me think for a second.”

She hummed against his neck, her lips sending shivers down his spine.

“Y/n, come on,” he chuckled, trying to focus despite the distraction.

She laughed at his reaction, stepping back to give him some space. “Alright, alright. I'll finish packing.”

Kaz watched her for a moment, a fond smile on his lips. He couldn’t help but admire her as she deftly folded clothes and organized her things. The way she moved, even in the midst of chaos, had a certain grace to it that captivated him.

He shook his head, snapping back to reality. He needed to find his missing items. With renewed determination, Kaz began methodically searching the apartment, checking under beds, behind curtains, and in drawers.

***

When Kaz's car stopped in his parking spot, he still couldn't believe they had managed to catch their flight on time. As he expected, the police were waiting at the airport, and Y/n had been impressive in dealing with them. His arm never left her waist as she talked about the romantic surprise trip he had planned. The officers left, mentioning they might need to talk to her again, but it seemed more procedural than anything serious.

Y/n turned to him, leaning back in the car seat. “Are you sure you still want me around? We've been together for a week.”

Kaz shrugged as he got out. “What's one more night?”

They stumbled into his apartment in a flurry of suitcases, hands, and kisses. The moment felt electric until a voice cut through the air.

“Kaz.”

He froze, looking up. Nina and Matthias were seated on his couch, Nina glaring daggers at him.

“How many people have your keys?” Y/n asked through clenched teeth.

“I swear I'll change the lock,” he sighed, addressing Nina. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, you know, just checking on you,” Nina replied, getting to her feet and crossing her arms.

“Hi, I'm—” Y/n began.

“Oh, I know who you are,” Nina interrupted coldly. “I had a lovely chat with Inej.”

“Of course you did,” Y/n whispered, her eyes narrowing.

“Nina,” Kaz said, his patience wearing thin.

“Sorry, Kaz, if we waited for you at your birthday party for hours and then my best friend comes back crying, desperate, saying that you broke up with her and fled the country with another girl. You're lucky I didn't come all the way to where you went to kick your ass,” Nina spat, her eyes blazing with anger.

Kaz rolled his eyes, though he knew she had a point. “Nina, what happened is between me and Inej.”

“I feel pretty involved when you hurt my friend,” Nina's voice was sharp, her hands clenched into fists at her sides.

“We just came back. Can you spare the scolding for another time?” Kaz pleaded, trying to maintain his composure.

“No,” Nina snapped, stepping closer, her gaze never leaving his. “You don't get to just run away from the mess you made.”

“Nina, it’s not that simple,” Kaz began, but she cut him off.

“It is that simple,” she retorted. “You broke her heart, Kaz. Do you even care?”

“Of course I care,” Kaz shot back, his frustration mounting. “But I can’t change what happened.”

“Convenient,” Nina scoffed, crossing her arms. “And now you’re just moving on, pretending like nothing happened?”

“I’m not pretending,” Kaz said through gritted teeth. “Inej and I were over long before this trip.”

Nina's eyes narrowed. “That’s not how she sees it.”

Y/n, who had been standing quietly beside Kaz, sighed heavily. 

Nina turned her fiery gaze on Y/n. “And you. How could you do this? You knew he was in a relationship.”

“I really didn't do anything,” Y/n let out a nervous laugh, her eyes darting to Kaz for support.

“Anything? He was in a relationship. You should have backed down,” Nina accused, her voice rising.

“Are you blaming me?” Y/n scoffed, her own anger bubbling to the surface. “You think I’m the one responsible for their breakup?”

“Yes, you should’ve had some respect,” Nina snapped. “You knew he was with Inej, but you went ahead anyway.”

Y/n’s eyes narrowed, her temper flaring. “It wasn’t like that. You don’t know the whole story.”

Nina took a step closer, her fists clenched. “Enlighten me then. Because from where I stand, you’re the one who swooped in and ruined everything.”

“Nina, leave her out of this,” Kaz's arm slid protectively around Y/n’s waist, and the gesture didn’t go unnoticed by Nina and Matthias.

Nina’s eyes widened with disbelief and anger. “You’re defending her? After everything?”

Kaz tightened his grip on Y/n, his gaze steady on Nina. “Yes, I am. Because this isn’t her fault.”

Nina scoffed, crossing her arms. “How can you say that? She knew you were with Inej.”

Kaz sighed, his expression weary but resolute. “You have no idea of how things went.”

“That doesn’t justify what you did,” Nina shot back, her voice trembling with emotion.

“I know it doesn’t,” Kaz admitted, his voice softening. “And I’ll live with that guilt. But Y/n didn’t do anything wrong. She didn’t ‘swoop in.’”

Nina’s anger faltered for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure. “And what about Inej? How do you think she feels?”

“Inej deserves someone who can love her fully,” Kaz said, his voice heavy with regret. “I couldn’t be that person. And I’m sorry for that. But blaming Y/n won’t fix anything.”

Y/n looked at Kaz with a small smile. He turned to her, his expression tender. “You don’t have to justify yourself to anyone, least of all to Nina.”

“So you want us to believe that this,” Nina gestured between them, “is serious?”

Kaz hesitated, but y/n passed her arm around his waist, leaning more into him, “Yeah, we're thinking about moving in together.”

Nina’s eyes widened, her mouth opening and closing as she struggled to process the information. “Really?”

“Yes,” he said firmly. Kaz was taken aback by her quick response, feeling a surge of gratitude toward her. Internally, he thanked her for her quick thinking, knowing that this lie might help diffuse Nina’s anger. He couldn't help but marvel at how effortlessly Y/n had stepped into the role of his defender and partner.

Matthias raised an eyebrow, his usually stoic expression showing a hint of surprise. “That’s... a big step.”

“Yes,” Kaz repeated, finding his voice. “It is.”

Nina shook her head, still in shock. “I can’t believe this. You broke up with Inej a week ago Kaz.”

Kaz felt a pang of guilt but steeled himself. “Things change, Nina. What happened with Inej was inevitable. We both knew it.”

Nina's eyes narrowed. “A week ago, Kaz. A week. And now you’re moving in with someone else?”

“That’s none of your business,” Kaz retorted, his tone sharp.

Silence fell in the room, heavy and tense.

“Inej asked me to take her stuff,” Nina said after a long pause, her tone softer but still strained.

Kaz sighed heavily, feeling the weight of Nina's disappointment and his own guilt pressing down on him. “Yeah, I'll show you,” he said quietly, turning to Y/n with a gentle expression. “Are you okay, love?”

“Yeah, go, don't worry,” Y/n replied with a small smile, squeezing his hand reassuringly. “Unless Nina is scared of leaving her boyfriend alone with me.”

Nina’s eyes narrowed at Y/n’s teasing remark. “Oh, my boyfriend certainly doesn’t go for cheap ones like you.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk playing on her lips as she looked for her vape in Kaz’s pocket “You’d be surprised. And cheap? Really? You have no idea of how expansive I am.”

Obviously, Nina, who had no idea of what y/n job truly was, wasn’t able to thoroughly understand the joke.

Kaz interjected, hoping to diffuse the tension. “Let’s not make this any more uncomfortable than it already is.”

Y/n shot a look at Kaz, her smirk still in place. “If she can go around insulting me, I can’t see why I shouldn’t defend myself,” she replied candidly, her voice tinged with amusement.

“Please, love, let it go,” Kaz asked, sighing, his tone pleading. Y/n rolled her eyes, but Kaz could see the amusement flickering in her expression despite the tension.

Nina scoffed and turned towards Kaz’s bedroom, her footsteps echoing through the apartment as she headed to retrieve Inej’s belongings. Kaz exchanged a look with Matthias, who gave him a sympathetic nod before following Nina.

When they returned with Inej’s things, it was clear that Nina was far from letting the issue drop. She glared at Kaz, her arms crossed defiantly. “I still don’t understand how you could hook up with her with Inej’s clothes still in your wardrobe.”

Y/n, seemingly unfazed, interjected without lifting her eyes from her phone, “Do you want me to draw you a picture?”

Nina’s jaw tightened, clearly annoyed by Y/n’s nonchalant response. Kaz stepped forward, trying to diffuse the tension. “Nina, you have everything now. Let’s talk about this another time.”

Nina shot a sharp glance at Y/n before turning on her heel and storming towards the door. Matthias followed closely behind her, casting a brief look back at Kaz and Y/n, his nod a silent acknowledgment of their situation.

“Thanks for handling that,” Kaz said sincerely, a note of gratitude in his voice. “And for letting them think we’re in a serious relationship.”

Y/n looked up from her phone, a small, amused smile touching her lips. “Anytime, love,” she replied softly, her tone playful as she settled her head on his lap. “I figured it would be easier than explaining how things really are.”

Kaz chuckled softly, running his fingers gently through her hair. “You’re right. It spares us a lot of unnecessary explanations.”

They sat together in the quiet of the apartment, the tension of the evening slowly dissipating. Kaz appreciated Y/n’s willingness to play along for the sake of defusing the situation, even if it meant leaving Nina and Matthias with the impression that their relationship was more serious than it actually was. He glanced down at Y/n, now scrolling through her phone, then felt his phone buzz with a text from Jesper: ‘Talked to Nina, can I come over?’

Kaz sighed, typing back, 'Sure, Y/n is here. Use your keys.'

When Jesper arrived, Y/n was already asleep, her face buried in Kaz’s stomach while he gently played with her hair. The sight brought a small smile to Jesper’s face as he quietly took a seat across from them.

“How was the trip?” Jesper whispered, careful not to wake Y/n.

“We managed to have fun,” Kaz replied, a slight smile tugging at his lips.

“Nina said you’re moving in together,” Jesper said, his voice laced with curiosity.

“It’s not true, we just wanted her to stop scolding us,” Kaz explained, his eyes focused on Y/n’s peaceful face. “I asked her, and she said no.”

“You what?” Jesper’s eyes widened in surprise.

“She didn’t exactly say no. I think I can convince her,” Kaz murmured, a hint of determination in his voice.

“You really want this? Live together?” Jesper asked, his tone skeptical.

“Why not?” Kaz shrugged, his gaze still on Y/n.

“I don’t know, because you broke up with your girlfriend a week ago? After years?” Jesper’s voice held a note of incredulity.

“Okay, so how much should I wait?” Kaz asked sarcastically, a hint of irritation creeping into his voice. “What’s the right time, Jes? Since everyone seems to know what’s best for me.”

Jesper sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m just worried about you, Kaz. You’ve been through a lot.”

“I appreciate that, Jesper,” Kaz said softly. “But I need to figure this out on my own.”

Jesper studied his friend for a moment, seeing the sincerity in Kaz’s eyes. “If she makes you happy, then I’m all for it. Just... take it slow, okay?”

“What’s this fixation about taking things slow that everyone has?” Kaz scoffed, annoyance creeping into his voice. “I tried slow. Look how it ended. Maybe it’s time to be a bit less cautious.”

Jesper looked at him thoughtfully. “She’s changing you.”

Kaz shook his head, a small, incredulous smile playing on his lips. “She doesn’t even want a committed relationship. These are all my ideas. y/n is just bringing them out.”

Jesper raised an eyebrow, genuinely intrigued. “So, all this talk about moving in together, that’s you?”

“Yeah, that’s me,” Kaz admitted, his gaze drifting to Y/n. “I want to see where this goes. I’m tired of holding back, of second-guessing everything. With her, it feels different.”

Jesper nodded slowly, absorbing Kaz’s words. “Different how?”

Kaz took a deep breath, his eyes softening as he looked at Y/n’s sleeping form. “She doesn’t judge me. Well, she does judge me, but in a good way? I don’t know how to explain it. She doesn’t expect me to be someone I’m not. And she’s not afraid to call me out on my bullshit. She makes me feel... real.”

Jesper's eyes softened, understanding the weight of Kaz's words. "Real, huh? That’s not something you hear every day. Especially from you."

Kaz chuckled softly, his fingers continuing to play with Y/n’s hair. “I know. It’s strange. With her, I don’t feel like I have to put up a front.”

Jesper smiled, feeling a sense of relief. “That’s good, Kaz. Really good. But you know, you don’t have to rush things. Just because you feel this way doesn’t mean you have to dive headfirst into everything.”

“I get that, Jes. But I’ve spent so long being cautious, being careful. Maybe it’s time to take some risks,” Kaz said, his voice resolute. “With Inej, I was terrified of screwing up. I was always walking on eggshells, afraid she’d leave at any moment. I was so focused on not making mistakes that I lost sight of what I wanted. But with Y/n…,” he chuckled softly, a mix of amusement and frustration in his tone, “we’ve already screwed up everything we could. We fought, we made mistakes, we patched things up, and then we messed up again. And through all of it, we’re still here.”

Jesper leaned back, a thoughtful expression on his face. “So, it’s like you’ve already been through a lot, and you’re still standing?”

“Exactly,” Kaz agreed, his tone lightening. “There’s a certain freedom in knowing we’ve faced some things and come out the other side. It feels real.”

“I know,” Kaz said softly, his eyes drifting back to Y/n’s sleeping form. “She’s not what I expected, but she’s what I want.”

Suddenly, Y/n stirred and mumbled, “Can you go have this heart-to-heart conversation somewhere else? I was sleeping.”

Kaz grinned, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. “We’ll keep it down.”

Y/n sighed, her eyes still closed. “Just... less existential crises and more cuddling, please.”

“I’ll head out,” Jesper said, standing up. “Get some rest, both of you.”

Kaz nodded. “Thanks, Jes. See you tomorrow.”

Getting back to their usual lives proved to be more challenging than either of them anticipated. Y/n had to practically beg Kaz to take her back to her own house. Even then, he only agreed on the condition that she left most of the items she bought during their trip at his place.

“Goodnight,” Jesper replied, making his way to the door and closing it quietly behind him.

***

As they stood outside her building, their farewells took on an intensity that suggested they might not see each other for years. They were pressed against his car, hands and lips exploring with an urgency like they were about to part forever.

“Sorry,” a woman’s voice cut through their heated embrace. Y/n and Kaz looked up to find a middle-aged woman staring at them with a mixture of disdain and curiosity.

“Yeah?” Y/n asked, puzzled as she pulled away slightly, still wrapped in Kaz’s arms.

“Are you one of the girls that live on the third floor?” The woman’s tone was sharp, her eyes narrowed.

“Yes,” Y/n replied, her brow furrowing.

The woman’s expression hardened. “The noise from your apartment is unbearable. Is it true? Do you have sex for money? Are you really prostitutes?”

Y/n’s eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly regained her composure. “What?” she asked, incredulity lacing her voice.

“You heard me,” the woman said, her finger now pointing accusingly. “Is it true?”

Y/n raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a smirk. “Do you want to book an appointment?”

The woman’s face reddened in shock. “No!”

“Then no, it’s not true,” Y/n said, her tone dripping with amusement and defiance. The woman muttered something under her breath and walked away, shaking her head and casting dark looks back at them.

Y/n sighed heavily, her shoulders drooping. “I guess we’re changing apartments sooner than we thought.”

Kaz, ever quick to seize an opportunity, leaned in closer. “You know…”

Y/n cut him off with a heavy sigh. “I would still need a place to work, Kaz.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Or…”

Y/n crossed her arms defensively. “You know I can’t even begin to consider doing this”—she gestured between them—“if you don’t accept my job.”

Kaz rolled his eyes, but a hint of a smile tugged at his lips despite the tension. “That’s not a no,” he said, his tone light yet thoughtful, clearly enjoying the banter.

Y/n shook her head, a small, amused smile playing on her lips despite the uncomfortable situation. “Don’t get any ideas,” she said, her voice carrying both warning and fondness.

Kaz chuckled softly, the sound warm and genuine. His eyes sparkled with a combination of affection and mischief as he leaned closer. “Oh, I’m sure that tormenting you is going to work,” he said, his voice low and teasing.

Y/n arched an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by his persistence. “And how do you figure that?”

Kaz’s eyes softened, the playful glint in them turning more tender. “I can be very determined, and very annoying.”

Y/n met his gaze, with a smile, “And I can be very patient.” she said before kissing his cheek and entering the building.

[fishermanshook]

HELLO :33 could i request some hurt/comfort w norton or edgar?? maybe their so get's badly injured in a match like dying at their feet and stuff and when they come back their partner comforts them?? ;^;

of course annon! enjoy <3

Meet Me Here Again (prospector x gn!reader x painter , separate)

INTRO

You really must've done something to piss Geisha off, as she usually isn't one to put Survivors in situations like this. But none the less, she's left you to bleed out on the ground of Leo's Memory, where the cold has numbed your fingers and turned your lips blue.

But Geisha can't help but secretly writhe in the way your body crawls towards her, leaving a bread crumb trail of your blood as you plead desperately to just be chaired already.

The match leaves your body bloodied and bruised and will definitely haunt your dreams from here on out. But have no fear, your boyfriend is here and will help nurse you back from just one of your many traumatizing matches.

The Prospector

Norton doesn't learn of the events that took place until the next morning, when he's noticed you've skipped breakfast and only finds out now. Last night's match ended horribly, as evident by the cuts and bruises that have decorated themselves across your body. The Prospector almost drops your breakfast as you explain the situation to him with tears streaming down your face. The man swears to stay by your side as he helps you recover. Unfortunately, the world still moves, and he's forced to complete his daily match(es) before he can return to your side.

Norton hates having to see you in pain let only hearing you moan in agony. Norton's already had to change your sheets twice because your cuts kept bleeding through the bandages— and oh god he just hates seeing you like this. The Prospectors pissed that Geisha left you in a state like that, as bleeding out is a serious deal and shouldn't be taken lightly. But at last, Hunters will be Hunters. He can only hope that you heal up quickly as he spoon feeds you a second serving of soup.

The Painter

Edgar finds out earlier than Norton, having gone to your room after he finished his last match. All he wanted to do was cuddle a little with his s/o before falling asleep, but it seemed the manor had other plans for him. After opening the door, he's greeted with sniffling and immediately knows something's wrong. Turning on the light, he rushes over to you and bombards you with questions as to what happened. Gently lifting up the covers answers all his questions, as he's met with countless scars and bruises across your body. He thinks he might cry just seeing you like this. The Painter slowly lowers himself into your bed and wraps his arms around you in an attempt to comfort you.

The Painter brings his painting supplies over to your room, as he's in it almost half the time. He's inside your room even more now that you're hurt. You wonder how Edgar still finds inspiration to paint in your room, he just says you are his inspiration. Wherever you are, his heart can't help but follow. You think it's true, as he seems to paint even more when you're with him. So despite you being bed bound, he'll stay by your side.

note: i didn't think art block would kick me in the a this badly, sorry this is so short :(

(2023)©️fishermanshook — do not steal, translate, plagiarize, or repost my work on any other platform

[mothwingwritings]

It's not a request, more of a question hehehe. if the reader gets Pickle's attention, will the Hanma family handle it to protect their "little sister"? The huge caveman always appears and disappears unexpectedly, it's not hard for him to steal a person. Especially when he sees the small prey surrounded by three strong men

(I kind of went on a tangent with this and I have no idea if it even makes sense, so I apologize for the word vomit ell oh ell.)

If you thought Baki and Jack were suffocating before, you are in for a rude awakening as soon as Pickle enters the scene. The moment they get any inkling that Pickle has taken notice of you they become COMPLETELY overbearing in your life. I’m talking they won't even let you go to the bathroom by yourself, let alone wander off without having one of them attached to your hip. You’re under constant surveillance, Jack and Baki taking turns watching you in shifts when they both can't be with you.

They do all they can to block you from any media coverage Pickle is getting, even if that’s ultimately a losing battle. They know you are aware of him, and you are bound to see him in the news and hear about him on the street, but the less interest and knowledge you have about the man the better.  It’s hard keeping you in the dark, especially when they themselves have taken an interest in him. Jack and Baki are itching to take Pickle on, while simultaneously wanting him to stay as far away from their beloved sister as possible.

The brothers do feel slightly guilty over the whole Pickle situation-the whole reason he even knows of your existence to begin with is because of them. You most likely only ever saw Pickle once, and it was when you were with your brothers in Kourakuen. It was just in passing, but they haven’t forgotten the look of sheer awe in your eyes as you took in the prehistoric man before you. You were at a safe distance of course, and sheltered behind your brothers in the event he tried to come any closer.  You had to peek through limbs and stand on tip toes to get a good glimpse, and were extremely grumpy when Jack and Baki whisked you away in a hurry. You didn’t even get to wave hello. :(

Honestly, you thought Pickle was a little cute. Intimidating, yes, but the flabbergasted look that spread across his face as he took in this new world around him, mixed with the childlike glee that lit his features when he uncovered something new or exciting… You couldn’t help but find it a little endearing.

However the brothers knew from the moment Pickle saw you, they were in trouble. That toothy grin mixed with the inquisitive gleam his eyes held as they locked on to your every movement held only impure intentions. They got you out of there as quickly as they could, but the warning glances they cast Pickle on the way out seemed to excite him more than dissuade.

At first you found it a little silly, all the effort your brothers were putting into this seemed like a waste of time more than anything. After that first brief meeting with Pickle you really couldn’t fathom a moment where you would ever again be in his presence, let alone have him be a threat to you. If anything, you were more concerned about what someone like that would do to one of your brothers if they ever got in a serious fight. You were well aware that both men were actively pursuing an altercation with Pickle, and it made you cringe thinking the sheer amount of violence they were willing and eager to inflict upon each other. It was hard for you to wrap your head around. Pickle seemed almost… Pure? What joy they found in beating on someone like that, you couldn’t understand. 

Regardless, you figure they just need some time to see how ridiculous they were being, and as time passes so will their irrational fear of Pickle getting to you.

What YOU don’t realize is that even though your encounter with Pickle was brief, he is VERY much interested in you. There was no courting in his time line, base instincts taking precedence. What he wanted he would claim by any means necessary. He is intrigued by you, a feeling of insatiable curiosity pulling him towards you. You were so tiny, yet guarded by such fierce beasts. He wanted to see you again, wanted to get his hands on you. He needed to know just what about you made you so desirable, not just to him, but to the others as well. You were new, you were mysterious, you were confusing and beautiful and you smelled so nice… If he got the chance, he would definitely steal you away and spend time alone with you, giving you his undivided attention and taking as much time as needed to unravel your mysteries and make you his mate.

Your flippant attitude towards Pickle, mixed with the awareness Pickle has taken a liking to you only serves to make the brothers more domineering. Don't you understand how much danger you are in? The brothers kept this particular broadcast from you, but they saw what Pickle did to that news reporter woman on national television and they'll be damned if you become his next source of release. They’re not leaving your side until he’s out of the picture entirely, no matter how long it takes.

As for Yujiro, I feel like overall he just likes seeing you in different, compromising situations. He takes great pleasure in seeing you squirm-watching with unparalleled interest as you time and time again get yourself into messy affairs, often without even realizing you are doing it. It’s truly incredible that you don’t realize the threat Pickle poses to you, and he can’t help but laugh at the sheer absurdity of it all. You must be blind, because it only took one look for Yujiro to ascertain Pickles intentions, and that his advances were not something you would walk away from unscathed.

Yujiro knows he can stop it in a moment. He was definitely stronger than Pickle and much smarter too. Yujiro’s presence alone would be enough to dissuade Pickle from ever looking your way again, taking only a small exertion of his power to stop him dead in his tracks and get him fleeing with his tail between his legs. But there was something about the way you were so nonchalant about Pickle that kept him from intervening. It was almost as if you were toying with him, tempting him with your big doe eyes and clueless nature. Did you feel comfortable around Pickle because you knew if necessary, daddy would save you? Surely he wouldn’t let his little Princess be ravaged by this big scary Neanderthal, right?

Don’t worry, Yujiro won’t let Pickle destroy one of his favorite toys, but he’s also not gonna play knight in shining armor unless the reward is worth it. So go ahead and play dumb, writhe and cry out for help when you inevitably get trapped in Pickles embrace. When Yujiro rips your quaking form from the cave mans grasp, and you fall into his open arms sobbing, hurt, and half naked, he expects you to show him nothing but the utmost appreciation. That is unless you prefer him watching as Pickle has a few rounds with you. Would you like that, having your father’s unwavering gaze drink in every inch of your debauched form as you are taken like a wild animal? Yujiro didn’t hate the thought of it, monitoring the situation while he smiled down on you devilishly, your face constricting in a mix of pain, fear, and pleasure as another man had his way with you.  

Whatever you want princess, just don’t wear yourself out before he gets a turn.

[faces-ofvenus]

Hi, I just wanna say that I love your work;)

And listen: Jace being all dom and jealous after Aegon had propositioned to you in your wedding day, so Jace wants him to hear how good he can please you

warnings: content for adults, minors do not read.

It took a while 🙌

After all the morning events that had surrounded your family, you knew that the atmosphere at that dinner would be nothing less than tense, you were one of the children of Alicent and Viserys, but specifically the youngest daughter, and now also engaged and promised to Jacaerys, to the chagrin of your mother, who obviously didn't want any of your blood to join the children of Rhaenyra.

You still wondered why there were so many enmities, it was rumored that they were friends, but it didn't really matter, not when you were actually happy about the wedding you and your sister's firstborn had always been quite attached in childhood, for having a small age difference, you always felt and wanted to marry Jace, and he always expressed that he wanted the same, going against your mother's rules and simply talking to the boys.

But things happened, the death of lord Strong, of Laena, your beloved prince and his family moving to Dragonstone and cutting contacts with each other even if by force, it was hurtful honestly, but all was past you expected, you didn't want to be meeting Jace in these situations, to decide your brother's future, to humiliate him his poor sister and his other brothers, you just wanted that they could be together, and that your family could get along.

At the dinner table Jace's hand rested intertwined in yours, since you met again, you always seemed to be together and glued to each other, he seemed to be happier than ever, to imagine the two of you together, and how it would be to have you in his bed, he honestly couldn't stop himself from having such thoughts, when he thought you were the most beautiful woman that ever existed in Westeros, and just looking at you he felt warmth rise all over his body.

- I hope you know how to satisfy my little sister. Don't worry my dear, if you need help, just come to me.

The two of your conversation was completely interrupted by your brother's drunken and slightly coiled voice, you rolled your eyes and looked at Aegon, you knew he would do one of those, but honestly, today!? You got the stiffness in Jace's arm, and how his hands were giving you warning signs, and as you looked at him you saw his serious and defiant look.... It was hot you thought, the way he looked, but you quickly turned those thoughts away, you made your gazes meet, yours seemed to want to calm the dragon fire that glowed through Jacaerys beautiful brown orbs.

Dinner followed with more of Aegon's rather polite and indiscreet comments that you made a point of rebuking a few times, but which seemed to have no effect on your brother's drunken figure, the glint in Jacaerys' gaze had not diminished, but you could see the gears in his head, and honestly the small discreet smile that spread across his face.

Aegon was walking a little staggered around the castle, he gave a low laugh at the thought of going to pester his nephew some more, after the dinner they had, the family excused themselves, teasing and taunting Jace was never as much fun as it was now. As he got close to his door he could hear noises indecipherable to his ears but getting louder and sincerely more noticeable.

And as he opened the door the naked image of you seared into his mind, which he would find as exciting as possible, but not when it was his fucking nephew who was leading him upright with you just propped up on a headboard.

- A...ah Jacaerys m...my king

You moaned like a bitch he would say, your face had little tears of pleasure on it, your nails dug into Jace's back scratching him and leaving reddened rows as Jace took you unmercifully, and just marked you all over.

- Let them hear you, let your brother hear what a slut you are for my cock, and that only I can take you.

He put his hands on the table and pushed even harder, making you let out a shrill cry for his name, as he grabbed your shoulder for balance, and hooked your legs around his bent toes and your mouth letting out the best moaning moans Aegon ever had the pleasure of hearing, he doesn't know why he was so turned on by the scene, you looked so good in that situation, but you made sure to leave quickly so as not to be noticed by the couple, even not aware that the brown haired prince, already knew about your little importuning, not that he cared when you were taking his cock so obediently mind.

[toxicwasteempire]

Foreshadowing in book one for Sidestep secret.

We all know by now but did we always? How many of us picked up the clues for the first book?

I personally was 100% convinced Sidestep was a Re-Gene before I started to play Retribution. This is because my mind is huge™ (Lying). It is interesting how it isn't information the first book is withholding, it keeps bringing it up to the point it feels natural once you read it once again with that knowledge. It doesn't hide it, it's just not said explicitly.

This is not a exhaustive list. I did one playthrough and took every reference, just so you all see my point. Remember, this is all just from one playthrough.

Is not foreshadowing (or is it?) but the phrasing is interesting knowing that Sidestep was made to do undercover missions. At the start, one things they're talking about gender norms in general but Sidestep was taught those in a clinical, artificial environment, with the goal of being as unassuming as possible. Only cuckoos are socialized this way, something that separates them from other Re-Genes.

More clear impossible and this is at the start of the game. Close your eyes and imagine baby Sidestep in a test tube. 🧪👶🏻

Tech-savvy Sidestep knows the capability of modern science, they're a product of it. Is the topic of race and heritage touchy because they see themselves as having no heritage or is do they consider Re-Gene culture as their heritage. (We know they have a unique language) If the latter is true, they would also feel isolated from it, since cuckoos are set apart.

Here is The Point™ it occurs in every playthrough. The existence of Re-Gene is explained and Sidestep is shown extremely distressed after calling the Special Directive. This is the point where it's practically confirmed there's story between Sidestep and the GeniTech corporation. it's difficult to not at the very least suspect.

I mean, the whole situation is stressing Sidestep the fuck out. If her crying, sobbing and throwing up about this isn't suspicious I don't know what is.

"You see Re-Genes have NO HUMAN RIGHTS because a CEO (of a company that kicked off after moving somewhere without a bioethics board) ~~claimed~~ that Re-Genes, allegedly 😒, are not sentient. Oh, you see they can mimic 😋🤗 so if you see some acting alive that's just silly pretending Which is why they have to be BRANDED as the MINDLESS OBJECTS they are just so nobody confuses them for actual people. 🙄 They have no mind after all. Or so they say. 😒 They are used for war... Do what you want with that info."

The way Sidestep talks immediately sends off alarms. Putting aside her being a Re-Gene, it is very clear the moment the Re-Genes are mentioned, the text is also putting in question the apparently known fact that they are not sentient.

Even if Sidestep had not been revealed to be one, I would've be on the side of the Re-Genes. Made by a sketchy enterprise somewhere with little to no regulations, they're marked to make sure nobody confuses them for a human, sent to make rich people richer in proxy wars abroad. The company says uuhhm actually they have no soul so it's okay if they got not human rights. 💕 And I'm supposed to believe that? Go away

Also a journalist was straight up murdered. Como cosa rara.

So the supposedly mindless robots need to have their thoughts shielded from possible telepaths 🤔 how weird.

There's show of kinship if you chose to save the Re-Gene. You see me and I see you. We are the same. We don't deserve this.

Sidestep stop hating your body challenge (impossible)

The first one can assume she's talking about being a villain but we know better.

Kinship between Sidestep and Heartbreak. They both being treated like less than a person. I see you. You see me we are the same etc. We also get a glimpse of her life in The Farm.

If you already got the inclination to believe sidestep is Re-Gene mid playthrough, the game proves you right with texts like this.

My poor mew meow...

Being serious, one assumes their tragic backstory means Sidestep's childhood was sad. When actually is simply non existent.

[the1975attheirverybest]

The Greatest British Bake-off

A/N: Prompter day 12

Prompt: autumn treats.

Warnings: none

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"are you...serious?" she rolled her eyes jokingly. "The theme was 'autumn, boys. You've all got brownie m=ingredients."

"Matty picked the challenge." George tattled.

Adam mumbled something about having warned them about this.

Matty cleared his throat as a pre-announcement before speaking authoritatively, "Brownies can be autumnal."

Ross whispered into Matty's ear, "I think you have a special kind of brownies in mind," and they both giggled.

"Baby, this is brownie mix. with this level of laziness, I don't think we can call this a bake-off." she eyed the ingredients he'd laid out on the counter with snobby judgement.

"I've got a few surprises up my sleeve. Just...just time us, okay? lets settle this once and for all."

the title of "Best Band Baker" was at stake. Matty's competitive side has always been both attractive and entertaining, so she'd invited Charli and Carly to collectively enjoy this madness.

"alright boys. find your stations and I'll get a timer going...."

Charli took that as her cue to pour the wine.

"Okay, everyone settled? ready...set...AND GO!" She grinned at the sound of butter packets opening, whisks circling, and Matty struggling to open his Brownie mix and crack and egg.

"You should all give up now." George stated, dipping a finger in to taste-test his concoction, "my brownies will destroy yours without a doubt."

"Less trash talking more baking, George." Matty mumbled, his brows furrowed, his tongue sticking out. "christ! I think I cut myself."

Charli chuckled reminding everyone that, as a general rule, blood in the batter disqualifies you unconditionally.

"Me, me, me! I go first! I've finished first!" Ross announced, ecstatic.

"alright, we've only got one oven, so we'll have to put all of your...uhm...masterpieces in together. it'll be a game of Tetris so let me do it."

"well, let the record show, I was the first to finish. That goes towards my final score, yes?"

She looked at her co-judges, nodding when Charli and Carly both confirmed. "Yes, Ross. It does."

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"I think we should grade them in the order that they were finished." Charli suggested. "Which means...Ross MacDonald. You're going first."

Ross smiled luminously, cutting up three pieces for each of the ladies to try.

They watched the boys serious and apprehensive faces and decided to milk it, taking their time, whispering their comments to each other and pretending to look serious in contemplation.

"alright, so we all agree?"

"mhm...."

"well, Ross." She took a deep breath. "Upon first glance it might seem like a perfectly respectable Brownie....but, my friend, the edges are a bit too dry and crispy. You'd have to cut off a significant portion of this thing to enjoy a brownie-textured bite. so...7/10."

"George Daniel, you're next, bro."

"George....oh man. you see how it's still runny in the middle? it MIGHT have turned into a brownie at some point, if it ever finished baking. sorry, babe. 5/10."

In the background, Ross and George bickered over who would have the worst luck.

"Adam gets extra points for the presentation. Tell us, are those actual chocolate shavings on top? wow, alright...we might have a winner here. 8.5/10."

"last but not least, Matthew...." She squinted her eyes, looking up at her boyfriend. "I...this color isn't a good sign, babe."

Matty rolled his eyes, "would you just- fuckin try it?"

"you sneaky little...." Carly giggled. "he's added pumpkin to it!"

"AND cinnamon."

Matty beamed "Can't have pumpkin without cinnamon. Obviously."

"hmmm....that's smart. and on theme." Charli mused.

"But Adam's presentation is infinitely more appealing...."

"Right, cuz with the pumpkin added, the color of Matty's brownies...well, it's not the most appetizing."

"He does get points for creativity though."

The three ladies nodded amongst themselves.

"do we have a tie on our hands?"

Matty, watching their debate, began to get visibly worked up. "No! That's not fair! ties are not an option! Here, listen..." He drove the knife through the still steaming dessert, "take another bite! really think about it. let it melt, luxuriously in your mouth. Smell it! It's autumn in your kitchen!"

She smiled, teasingly, at the love of her life. "wow, you really don't like losing do you?"

"Please! we should bring someone else in! Polly will break the tie. Or...yo, Ross. Call John!"

"Hmmmm" Charli winked at them to go along. "Nah, I think if we're being fair, it's a tie."

Matty, finally unable to remain still, walked out from behind the kitchen counter. "The fuck is that fair? fuck no! I demand a re-match! Only ONE band member can be the winner. this is ridiculous! Adam and I can go again! I've gotta run to the shops, though, we'll start again when I get back...."

[empressgeekt]

I'm curious now, if someone made a reaction fic with canon watching your stories (not me because I suck at those), how do you think they would react? Especially if Branch was still gray?

Oh I play out this fic plot in my head on almost a daily basis.

If I were to put, Grey Branch, Poppy, Viva the snackpack, and Brozone into a room to watch my aus, both fics would probably start the same. Shock on both sides (brozone to Branch's state, and The Snackpack to Branch's alter ego as Bitty B), but eventually they'd all settle and start watching. Though, Brozone would definitely not that Creek at first glance. Viva would cling to her sister and the Snackpack would welcome her, but they would be very confused when she starts acting paranoid about the bergens like Branch, and Creek would..be Creek...getting on her bad side. Bruce would have to step in explaining that Trauma doesn't work the way Creek is trying to simplify it (he read a lot of the vacationer's psychology books before his kids were born). Needless to say, by the time that everyone has sat down the room is tense.

For Burning Branches it's pretty clear that this is an alternate universe so, they kind of just sit back and enjoy.

The Snackpack would get to witness the abuse a tiny grey branch would get in the tree, while Brozone gets to see Branch follow in there footsteps and escaping on his own. Branch himself remembers a few of these events but doesn't remember leaving so he interested in seeing where he counterpart went. Practically everyone panics when they see the head injury on screen, Floyd even starts crying at the sight. Once the rock trolls get involved it draws a lot of surprise from the whole group. Floyd and JD aren't too surprised they've been around the block before, and have a basic gest of the other tribes. Bruce is in the same boat as a few Techno trolls have washed up on Vacay island. However none of them had seen rock trolls in person and their dulled nature are a little disturbing, considering what dulled means for Pop trolls. Clay and Viva are paying rapid attention to the rock trolls on screen, because considering the environment their people live in these guys know how to survive and protect themselves. The Snackpack has mixed reactions, Cooper wonders if theirs another tribe that looks like him, Poppy just wants to help these guys find happiness cause they are way to serious in her opinion, Creek calls them brutes (impressing no one), while the rest of the pack are either confused/fearful/curious. Branch is just awed, this troll, the rock king no less, on screen took his other version and saved him. Not only pull him from the water but take this trolling stranger into his home and raised on-screen Branch as his own. It's made veery clear that the pop and rock tribes do not get along, and yet this king was willing to risk his power and reputation to care for Char, King Peppy never kept Branch for more then two days until shipping him off to the next foster family. He even seemed mad on Char's behalf, something Branch had never thought anyone would do. The amnesia is something that hurts Brozone, learning that in one world there brother forgot about them. Branch is a little envious of Char, after all losing his memories was pretty starting a new life with a clean slate. Sure he watches Char struggle, but he also watches Char thrive, regaining his color, learning to love music again, making friends, having a family behind him, heck even getting Poppy for a love interest. Sure, it's an arranged marriage between the tribes, and makes the theater very awkward, but there's a clear connection between the two of them. By the end of the whole first movie all the snackpack (minus Creek) and Bruce are shipping Poppy/Char (Choppy? We should call them Choppy), and they get pissed when John Dory on screen interrupts their wedding.

For FOF, it's more of confusing reaction since this could still be their actual future.

Branch makes notes to look out for Keith, cause just in case there might be a trolling who's a little weird ending up in the foster system after losing his dad and he doesn't want that to happen. Kid seems sweet and not that judging. As the au goes on, Branch feels all sort of embarrassment, from them witnessing his panic attacks and how they called him cute for the more wholesome reactions when it comes to Keith. When the whole wolf incident comes on screen, Poppy ask Branch if he would really do that for the village, and everyone is shocked when he nods. Creek tries to say the the forest is over dramatizes in this and that the critters aren't that cruel in real life, Branch just rolls his eyes only to hear John Dory come to his defense, as a survivalist himself he had to deal with predators, and everything on screen is necessary. FOF Branch is a lot harsher on his brothers and the interactions on screen are a lot more charged. Branch isn't sure how he feels about this counterpart. There's a feeling of justice at watchin his brothers get what's coming to them, but it also hurts that he's hurting them. He doesn't hold the same anger that FOF feels. Smidge kind of wants to meet her FOF counterpart, someone who uses her strength to save others, she's down for it. And Asks Branch if he could set up something like that in there world or at least train her, to help him in the forest. Branch is confused by that. Creek completely denies that he would betray everyone, but strangely Branch doesn't believe him. FOF Branch's wounds are scary to think about for everyone but Branch forces himself not to react. Broppy makes once more everyone uncomfortable, Branch feeling awkward, Bruce teasing, Poppy blushing, Creek giving the grey troll the stick eye. It's harder to different Canon from AU with FOF since Char is less Branch like.

There's just so much that could happen that i can't fit it into one post, but if anyone wants to make one to these they have my full permission. Though that might want to wait until the final product is finished.

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.147 Gall, audacity, gumption

A few hours after I got home, Less called me, and my heart stopped. Was this what life would become? Me being afraid to answer the phone every time my sister called? I hated that period of my life. Anyway, I got over myself and answered the phone. Her voice was venomous, and every word she spoke felt like an assault on my eardrums. Apparently Jace had come over to talk, and man did she let him have it. She didn't even let him in the house and served him up on the porch in front of the entire neighborhood. I was so proud of her because she stood on business. Strong women often fell victim to their emotions when it came to the men they loved, and all too often, they found themselves repeating the very mistakes they vowed to avoid. I didn't think Less would go soft and let him back into their lives, but I was glad to hear I was right.

This fool called himself trying to explain and had the audacity to act like the victim! After hearing his sob story, one might think HE was the one who carried THREE babies for a week, delivered them, and took care of them by himself. That little shit!! If I thought Less was angry before, that just revved her up even more. She pulled no punches and sliced and diced, talked about the man's family, and everything under the sun. But nothing she said, no matter how harsh, would change his mind or their situation. He didn't come to get her back, and she didn't want him back. She was tired of yelling into the void, and her emotional cup was already full before he arrived. She didn't have anymore fight left in her and made it painstakingly clear she wanted nothing to do with him. But if he grew up and wanted to be a man who took care of his children, they could talk. In the meantime, she fully expected child support.

That, of all things, riled him up. Not her saying his mother was a llama, or he had weak woohoo game. Parting with his precious simoleons for children HE created upset him the most. He tried to argue her down, saying she knew how his employment was set up and how he didn't make a consistent income. Paying child support for THREE babies would bankrupt him. This fool had the gall to try to guilt her into not going there, trying to appeal to her good nature or whatever. Unluckily for him, Less' good nature was very small, and she told him he should have thought about that before he ran off to another country and married another woman.

That's when the begging started. He apologized every which way. He even apologized for stuff she didn't accuse him of, and I laughed so hard. When he saw she would not be moved, he hit her with the "I still love you" bull, hoping that would be the key. Admittedly, that one almost got her, especially when he began to cry. She would never say it to him, but she still loved him too. Of course she did. Dad always said love doesn't just go away. She said she felt stupid for still being in love with him, but I told her not to expect so much from herself because it would take time. She wasn't wrong for still having feelings for him. But my girl knew crocodile tears when she saw them and sent him packing.

She said she wished she would have punched him. It would have made her feel better, but it didn't feel like the right moment. But if he ever stepped to her again with that woe is me bullshit, she would not hesitate to let him have it. Hopefully, he knew how serious she was and didn't mess around and find out. I felt for her and had only realized just then that she was mourning both our dad and her relationship. I made the mistake of thinking she didn't really care about him because she'd never been in love before and their relationship began so quickly. I figured what Less felt was just those initial strong feelings Mama said were easily confused with love. But she did love him, and now she lost him. She didn't deserve any of that, and I just wanted to hug her.

I really hoped she would be open to moving to San Sequoia, whether she took Dad's house or we moved into a duplex. Our lives were way too busy, and it would be easy for us to get wrapped up in our children's affairs and drift apart. At least if we were neighbors would we see each other from time to time.

[donnerpartyofone]

Hello, Sqwincher Zero and I are here to tell you to take this heat wave seriously. I had never heard of Sqwincher Zero before I took this picture with the intention of making fun of its name, but I sure wished I had some later that night. I will not invite you to scrutinize the series of bad decisions that I made yesterday leading up to a serious and avoidable medical emergency, but suffice it to say that none of these decisions were extreme or unusual for a fun grownup weekend. If anything I dialed it back a little, consciously, and I believed I was drinking plenty of water. It wasn't enough. I was feeling fine until I suddenly wasn't. My awareness of being Severely Dehydrated came on very quickly and then the next few hours were a scary nightmare. I am OK this morning and reviewing certain life choices and also our state of emergency preparedness.

I'm an extremely fortunate person. I have access to clean water, good food, and an amazing person who I tricked into marrying me, so someone is there to help me when I can't help myself. I am also in reasonably good health--which perhaps helped lull me into a false sense of security, especially at an age when my health is inevitably, normally changing, but I just haven't been paying that much attention to it.

Last night when things suddenly became very dark, I was struck with the intense and undeniable awareness that I needed emergency intervention. Like I should have called 911. I knew it for a fact. I have never experienced such a thing before. I could not get past the mental block of admitting that I was having an unprecedented physical crisis. Telling my husband to call 911 just seemed too radical. But I thought about it for hours. I even had a whole fantasy like, OK if my husband called 911 what would they ask him? What would they tell him to do? Instead of acting on this I just gave him little instructions one at a time. Let's draw a cold bath, let's move the fan, let's get a bucket, let's get a couple bottles of water, refill them now please. I was thinking very clearly, I was thinking about my temperature, I was monitoring my water intake versus how often I got sick. The one respect in which I was being irrational (besides my series of careless decisions during the day) was that I could not admit that I needed a doctor.

It's really easy to say things like "Don't be a tough guy, take care of yourself," as if the problem is strictly attitudinal. But switching gears into (for lack of a better term) self-care can be extremely psychologically complex. Being macho or too proud is one thing. Being habitually, neurotically afraid to frighten or inconvenience other people, or ashamed of drawing attention to yourself, is another thing. Being self-destructive and passively suicidal is yet another thing, with deep and insidious roots that can affect more things about your behavior than you even know. And finally, acknowledging that you are experiencing the paradigm shift of a Real Emergency, which might require scary and expensive and unpredictable new activities to get you out of it, is a whole other thing entirely. This is going to sound like an exaggerated reference point but whenever a serial killer is caught and people start saying that the spouse "must have known", they're not factoring in how hard it is to accept that your whole reality is changing and everything is very serious now. Even if the evidence was glaring, it would be a lot to process. There's even a thing in the book Interview With the Vampire as I recall, where somebody says it has been no big deal for vampires to hide their existence through the ages because humans will do extreme mental gymnastics to convince themselves that everything is normal. This all is more or less what was happening with me while I was refusing to call 911. I mean I knew that I should, I just couldn't make the leap.

I should say that my poor husband had no idea how bad it was. To him it just seemed like I'd had a little too much fun, and he was being patient and attentive. None of this is on him, I didn't explain things until I was out of the woods. One thing I feel bad about, that I rarely think about even though it's majorly true, is that not taking care of yourself can frequently, inevitably become someone else's problem. It cannot always stay private and contained forever; if you are incapacitated somehow, you will become someone else's chore.

I want to repeat that I didn't do anything that a normal adult wouldn't do on a Friday night. None of my actions were that extreme in and of themselves; I didn't even have alcohol in my system anymore by the time this struck. But I was not factoring in the weather, or my age, or anything like that that would have been important. We don't have an air conditioner at the moment because we have been luxuriating in our new well-ventilated apartment and enjoying the fact that we can survive with just box fans. I radically underestimated the potential consequences of just toughing it out and going about my business. I need to think more carefully about such things, and mentally reorient myself on preparing for emergencies instead of just reacting "if anything comes up". And I should also supplement our first aid supplies with something that isn't just for cuts and colds. I'm lucky I had cold, clean water, but at some point I really needed electrolytes and vitamins, and there was just nothing to be done for it late at night. I have a lot more thinking to do on this general topic, but it's time for me to get up and drink more water. And maybe go buy some Sqwincher Zero.