#pre-divorce Chase

[egonkula]

chase is pissing me off so bad i hope he goes bald

[kneelingshadowsalome]

I feel like, Young!Pathetic!Konig would do REALLY well with a Older!Lady-Cougar!Reader, She's maybe been divorced twice and looking ta maybe become widowed this time? May-haps her current hubby has wealth and power but is a few screws short of being a good man towards our poor reader, and there's that Pesky prenup that makes it so she won't get ANYTHING in a divorce...buuuttt if the bastard has a bit of an....*Oopsie doodle*.... Maybe she's looking for someone to take care of her problem, and maybe she likes this young soldier boy, whose all too happy to help with *whatever needs* she might have? Likes how desperate he is for just her hand on his arm, likes how he's on his need begging for just a *taste* Likes that she can teach him how to please a woman, how to make her moan like no lover before....Likes how willing he is to kill the man she's married too...

Asfdf my brain short circuited ❤️ I know I said somewhere that I don’t write cheating but if it’s cheating a bad man with an even worse man König….

CW: 18+ MDNI. Age difference, F!dom/M!sub undertones, praise kink, cheating (your husband is an old dick), mating press & other shenanigans, murder & mentions of blood, König is a lovesick yandere in the making.

It was just one night.

Just one night to satiate your needs because your husband for sure never takes care of them.

But then the young pup you picked off from the pub pops into your workplace next week... With a large bouquet of flowers in his hand and a box of chocolate in the other, your desperate little “detour” looks like a boy who just got laid for the first time in his life.

“König…” you sigh and pull him to an empty breakroom before all your colleagues see you’ve cheated on your beloved husband with a man at least ten years younger than you.

“You can’t be here,” you start, trying to ignore the happy, greedy stares this little—big—soldier gives you.

He’s all the equal to his alias, looking like a king in the making with those wide shoulders and that fierce stare. But his hands are shaking, he guides those eyes to the floor as he puts the gifts on the table littered with crumbs and coffee stains, switches his weight from one foot to the other once you start to tell him how it is.

He listens dutifully as you try to explain how it was only one night, that he was incredibly lovely and you had so much fun but that you can’t see each other anymore. It was wrong of you to do so in the first place, you’re married, and you’re so, so sorry... You were just so sad and lonely.

You tell him he’s a good man. That he’ll find someone special, some lovely girl to call his own. He will find someone who can give him what he wants, someone who will cover him with kisses for bringing her flowers and sweets.

You try to explain it to him even as you get slowly chased into a corner, you try to tell him what a catch he is even when you get pinned to the wall by a hard, lean chest.

You try to tell him that he’s the perfect man for some other girl even when he pulls your strings aside and bullies his cock inside you.

One minute is all it takes as he huffs and groans and fucks you against the wall, your moans and his grunts barely muffled by shirts and fists and lips and skin. There’s lipstick on his clean, white shirt after he’s done with you, teeth marks where his shoulder meets his neck, a spittle of cum on your skirt as he pulls it down with shaky hands.

“Sorry,” he murmurs in your ear. “I just had to see you. I missed you so much...”

Your cunt is what he missed, any woman could see that. Got a taste of it last weekend and wouldn’t let you leave his place at all; a small, miserable flat of 25 square meters, with burned rice on the stove and a thin, cum-stained mattress on the floor. He fucked you on that mattress, four times because on the fifth attempt to part your shaking thighs, you told this horny lad you need to go home.

“I know, big boy. I missed you too. But you need to go now,” you say to your pretty lover. Ugly but pretty, in his own way, his utter lack of cruelty is what makes him beautiful in your eyes.

“I don’t want to,” he dares to argue back and claims your mouth, kisses you like you’ve never been kissed before.

“You have to,” you moan. “König–”

“I love you.”

You’re huffing, panting into each other’s throats as you realize he’s even younger than you thought. Fell in love with your cunt so easily, this big runt, thinks it’s meant to be just because you’re wet and he’s hard.

“Don’t be silly,” you huff and look at the drowsy smile, the messy state of this lovesick man before you fight your way out of his lap.

You want to cry, wail, scream from the injustice. Where was this silly young golden retriever six months ago? Why didn’t you meet him when you were single and sweet? Now you’re trapped in an unhappy marriage with some old fool who was cunning enough to trick you into a ludicrous deal with him. The prenupt you discovered only later, after he swore that you wouldn’t have to work a day in your life and that everything that belonged to him would be yours one day. In reality, you’ve had to beg for every crumb, act the part of a trophy wife who also has to work herself to death. And he won’t even fuck you, only wants you to massage his back and his cock while you’re left all alone without love, without a single kind word.

But König never lets you go: not in a way you beg him to, no, he always shows up at your door. Sneaks into your lonely room from the window, licks you to ruin while you laugh and tell him no, fucks you three times a night, crawls under the bed when a cleaning lady almost catches you two. He shows up at cafes, restaurants, conferences, parties, everywhere where you go but your husband won’t.

He’s so reckless that you have to teach him to be more patient, more gentle. You guide his fingers and his head, even his cock, while locking your eyes with his so that he knows when he’s doing it right. You praise him for a good, unhurried fuck, cup his face and kiss him when he gives it to you nice and slow. Anyone can see he'd want to ram it in until there’s nothing left of him and you, but you kiss and kiss and kiss him until the poor boy moans and cums without permission, just from that tiny taste of intimacy and love.

He gets pets, smooches and caresses, blowjobs that leave him shaking and breathless on the bed. He looks like he has no brains left after you’re done with him, looks a little helpless when you climb on top of him and help yourself with his cock after he only just came.

He’s always up in no time, especially if you tell him he did well. Stares at you and your breasts like you’re a vision from heaven, drools on them once when you won’t let him have a lick. Mopes when you laugh at his predicament, and won’t stop brooding even when you give him a kiss on the tip of his nose.

But he’s never mad at you for long, not if you call him sweetie or your silly apple crumb, not if you let him fall asleep in your bed, partly on top of you. There’s always a wet spot on your back if he’s the big spoon, he begs you to sleep naked as he does, says it’s better for your health and then teases you with his fingers come morning, probably thinking he’s so very clever. Takes you to the theater and offers you expensive port wine and cake, tells you how to steal a car, how to shoot any gun. Gives you a hungry kiss in public when you tell him he has to act like he’s your cousin from abroad, vanishes for weeks to his training, sends letters instead of texts, and tells you he’s going to be a big boss someday.

It’s hard to imagine this serious but silly mess as an intimidating officer, not even when you know he has the size and looks for it. He’s too innocent and needy, doesn't know how the real world works yet. Thinks he’s immortal just because he’s young...

There’s a certain darkness in him, and you mistake it for the remnants of some turbulence of his teenage years, just some wrath of a boy who never got what he wanted. Who wouldn’t be a little pissed and impatient in their twenties? He probably doesn’t even know what he wants: hell, you don’t know what you want.

“Like this...?” He asks demurely when he lifts your knees to your ears and sinks his cock into you inch by inch, carefully as if it’s the first time you’re making love.

“Just like that,” you whisper as he spreads you so wide you can’t even breathe, fills you up deliciously, like no one else before. His eyes never leave you, not even when he uses your hole as a place to bury himself and all his bad memories, not even when he makes you squirt like you’re nothing but an oasis in a desert that never ends.

But you know he comes to you for other things than just that.

He comes to you for kind words, breathy praise, soft touches and ruffles of his hair. He comes to you for practice and to get his sense of self in order. He’s your pretty knight in shining armor when others have called him ugly, he’s your strong bull when others have ridiculed his disproportionate limbs. He’s your safe haven, your sunshine, your crazy, silly man, your soldier and your savior, and he soaks up your love and attention like a sponge: every drop gets gulped down like he’s a man dying of thirst. He doesn’t take sips, he doesn’t know how to, and you on the other hand don’t know how to quench the raging drought inside him, long after yours has been satiated.

You sleep like Romeo and Juliet just before their death, and fuck like rabbits in the spring. He takes you in the car, in the closet, in the toilet, in other people’s beds, even at the alley one night.

“I love you,” he always says after he has spilled his cum – it’s like a ritual or a prayer, and you always reach for the baby hairs of his neck in return, and give them the gentlest caress.

“I love you too,” you whisper one night – it just slips when you stroke his cheek. It never comes as a surprise that he gives you the most miserable pair of puppy eyes you’ve ever seen.

He knows about your situation, knows enough that you’re trapped and unhappy. But you never knew he saw you as a victim. If anything, you feel like he’s the victim here. Poor boy, saving what little he has for a future with some woman who knows nothing about true love... You’re not the one for him, you’re not even a silly little sex kitten any young soldier would want to play with. You’re just some bored, abandoned wife who wants to feel something, mean something to someone. But you love him enough to know that you’ll let him go when he wants to move on. As bitter as it makes you feel, you know you’ll give him to someone younger and more beautiful, someone who will love as passionately as he does. Anything to make him truly happy.

But the next evening, König doesn’t climb in through your window. He uses the door, the inside door, and you jump from the bed and hurry to him in your nightgown, the only gift your husband ever gave you.

“I killed him for you,” he says, your soldier boy from Austria, your good, good boy with a good, big cock.

You only now see that his hands are stained in blood, and nothing shakes anymore: your wannabe sniper is as calm as ever when he confesses he’s murdered someone.

“...What?”

He comes to you and cups your face, the blood on his hands both wet and cold. You’ve never seen him so peaceful, not even after he’s had a good fuck. The boy who no one ever loved has turned into a man, but what kind of man… You shiver in his clutch, unsure if you’re about to suffer a heart attack from fear or love.

“He didn’t suffer... Much,” he says, his cracked lips only a breath away from yours. “Knives can be messy…”

You gulp while staring into the deep, dark abyss of his eyes, the innocent baby blue nearly swallowed by the darkest of all loves.

This is not how you thought things would go… You were supposed to give the old man the finger and divorce during the summer. Put your finances in order so that you can escape. Maybe fuck König on the side and see if he’s still the man of your dreams once you’re happily divorced.

Now he’s telling you you’ll marry as soon as possible, or that if you want a summer wedding, he can wait a few months… He tells you you have nothing to worry about, he won’t go to jail, not this time. He’ll take care of you now; he just got promoted. You don’t ever have to be sad again.

“Don’t worry, my love,” he says when all words have finally escaped you. “Now we can be together. Forever…”

[meadowfics]

child support

ex-husband!hwang jun-ho x f!plussize!reader

this is a long awaited request, thank you for your patience to the person who requested<3

you never thought you'd end up here, not in a place like this wearing a green tracksuit with your number 234 stitched across the front like a brand.

you could never imagine standing in a line of people who are just as desperate, just as scared, all clinging to the slim hope of survival and a cash prize that felt more like blood money than salvation.

you joined the games because you were running out of options.

bills piled up fast. food didn’t stretch the way it used to. your son deserved more than the constant cycle of "maybe next week" and rationed heat. this all happened after the divorce.

your ex-husband, hwang jun-ho, had checked out long before the papers were signed. he became obsessed with his missing brother. constantly disappearing at night, always paranoid, always chasing shadows.

he never told you the full truth, never gave you a chance to understand what he was really after. he just drifted further and further until you were raising your son alone.

you had done your best. god, you had done your best.

however, the world was cruel to women like you...women who weren’t skinny enough, being a single mother on top of that. you had always been on the thicker side, and people judged you for it, underestimated you, talked to you like you were weak. you weren’t weak. you were just tired and exhausted.

you didn’t come here to be a hero. you came to survive for your son.

you left him with mrs. han, your elderly neighbor who had known you since you first moved into the building. she adored your boy, and you trusted her more than anyone else.

you told your son you’d be gone for a little while, just a short work trip. he believed you and hugged you tight and kissed your cheek like he always did.

he asked if you’d bring him back a toy.

you smiled through the ache and said yes.

now, after four games, your nerves were frayed. you had seen too many bodies and too many people reduced to numbers on a screen.

your clothes were soaked in sweat. your legs ached from running, dodging, surviving. you hadn’t cried yet, not really. you had to keep it together for your son but it was getting harder.

before the fifth game started...rumors swirling about a massive pinball machine in the middle of the game room, whatever that meant...the air shifted.

an alarm blared, but it wasn’t the usual pre-game tone. this one was harsher, urgent.

people started shouting and guards moved faster. a minute later you heard it...gunshots. close.

you froze. your heart thundered in your chest. the whole room shifted into chaos as armed men in black stormed the game site from above and below, taking out guards, yelling commands you couldn’t hear over the noise.

you ducked low, your hands over your head, bracing for anything.

suddenly, someone called your name. not just your number, your full name. a voice you hadn’t heard in almost a year.

you looked up and saw him.

jun-ho.

your ex-husband was pushing past fallen guards and players, eyes wide as they locked onto you. he didn’t look at anyone else. not the chaos around him, not gi-hun who stood just feet away. he only saw you. your chest tightened. the disbelief hit first, then anger, then something softer.

he ran to you and dropped his gun. he pulled you into him like he thought you might vanish if he waited one more second.

“are you okay?” he asked, breathless. jun-ho's hands were on your face, checking you, brushing away dust and dried blood.

“are you hurt?”

you opened your mouth, but nothing came out at first. he looked at you with loving eyes which caused a broken sob that shattered whatever wall you’d been holding up.

your knees buckled and you collapsed into him, clutching his jacket as the tears came hard and fast. your body shook against his, and he just held you. arms wrapped tight around your back, grounding you. you felt his heartbeat. fast. frantic.

“i was so scared,” you whispered through sobs, “i thought i was going to die in here and leave jae behind.”

jun-ho's voice cracked, “i’m so sorry. i didn’t know.. I- i didn’t know you were in here.”

you pulled back slightly, wiping at your face, trying to breathe, “you never told me about any of this. this was what you were looking for???? you disappeared. you left us.”

“i know,” he said quietly, guilt heavy in his eyes, “i thought i could find my brother and come back to you both. i thought… i thought i’d fix everything.”

“you didn’t fix anything,” you said, not angry—just tired.

“our son...he kept asking about you. every night.”

jun-ho’s face crumpled, “where is he? is he okay?”

“he’s safe,” you said, voice softer now, “he’s with mrs. han who is my next door neighbor.”

he nodded slowly, like the relief physically hit him. it didn’t last long... his expression shifted into one of pure guilt. he looked like he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.

junho looked around at the players before he turned to look down at you, really looking at you.

your face, your eyes, your body that had endured hell for the past however many days. he saw your pain, your fear, your strength.

“once this is over,” he said suddenly, voice low, “i want us to go back to being a family.”

you blinked, “what?”

“i mean it,” he said, stepping closer, his hand brushing your cheek again, “i never stopped loving you and our boy... not for a second. i thought about you every night and hated myself for everything i did. everything i didn’t do.”

you shook your head, tears still slipping down your face, “jun-ho…”

“i’m serious,” he whispered, “i know i don’t deserve a second chance. i know I left but if there’s any part of you that still… that still believes in us, i want to come home. i want to be there. for you. for our son. i want to fix this.”

you couldn’t stop crying but your hands reached for him anyway. you wanted to be angry. you wanted to push him away.

the truth was… you missed him and you never stopped hoping.

“okay,” you breathed, voice breaking again.

“okay… we’ll go back to being a family.”

he leaned forward, kissed your forehead with a kind of gentleness that shattered you all over again because he found you in this hell and this time, he will stay.

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[ikroah]

I pushed my soul in a deep dark hole, and then I followed it in, I watched myself crawling out as I was a-crawling in. I got up so tight, I couldn't unwind, I saw so much, I broke my mind… —“Just Dropped In (to See What Condition My Condition Was In),” The First Edition (1968)

It Keeps Right On A-Hurtin’ #28 - Ring-a-Ding-Ding VII

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Notes

Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to type those words? "End of Volume 2?" We have been on Volume 2 for just over three years. Obviously it's unfair to compare it to the breakneck pace of Volume 1, because... I got burned out (I got better), I got divorced (I got better), and most importantly, I've spent all three of these years overhauling my approach to art, which is to say, I got better. My canvas size doubled because my initial naive approach of "smaller pages means less art, which means faster art" was holding me back: I wanted more art, and the subjects of too many panels had gotten flubbed due to what was basically a pathetically low rendering distance. I revamped my approach to coloring entirely, leaning into a vibrant, saturated, and faux-comic halftone style that I vastly prefer to my more grounded, gradient-driven work beforehand. I changed IKROAH's font (Unmasked!), I changed Agnes's appearance slightly (she's far less gaunt, which was an early design choice I've thrown away, plus I think I'm much better at drawing her consistently now), and so much more. Comics are a time-consuming artform and while a lot of what made this volume take so long was out of my control, and well worth not pushing myself through, the total reinvention of how I actually make comics was the single best thing to come out of Volume 2.

It's a lot of lessons and groundwork that I'm very eager to take into Volume 3, which I have spent every single one of these years viciously impatient for. Now, it's finally here. See you at the cover reveal.

Original Pencils

Something that I have been working a lot harder on with my art lately is inking: actual inking, not merely "outlining" and figuring out the rest by the seat of my pants digitally. I've come to realize that the fewer steps of my production process that I try to do digitally, the more fun it is to make art as a whole, and inking was something that I was very intimidated by for the longest time. What happens if I mess up! It's permanent marker, after all! But after all the practice that I've done, I'm really happy with how bold and confident the shadows are on this issue, and they're perfect for how moody and dramatically lit the whole thing is. You can compare the pencils to the inks to the final products and really see how I planned out the overall composition.

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INT. LUCKY 38 PRESIDENTIAL SUITE, VERY LATE AT NIGHT. The lights are all off in this luxurious, distinctly pre-war abode. It is almost empty.

RADIO: Welcome back to the program, folks. This is Mr. New Vegas—and I hope I'm not coming on too strong. We've got some news for you, coming right up.

The only real light in the suite comes from the glowing screen of the Securitron VICTOR, standing in front of the private elevator.

RADIO: Tops Hotel owner Benny has been killed by an unidentified assailant. According to his fellow Chairmen, shots were heard in his private suite, and his body was found inside. They are urging all visitors to please keep an eye out for suspicious individuals and behavior on the New Vegas Strip. The new head of the Chairmen, Benny's former right-hand man Swank, consoled mourners: "If I know my pal Benny, he's swinging with the Big Cat Upstairs as we speak. Or he's chasing some angel broad with cans as big as her halo!"

RADIO: In other news—

In a guest bedroom off to the side, ROSE OF SHARON CASSIDY is sound asleep. Her belongings are neatly folded on the dresser, except for the cocktail dress that she was wearing, which has been thrown onto the ground.

RADIO: —refugees at Bitter Springs are giving startling accounts of the legate known as Lanius, who is said to be Caesar's top field commander. One refugee told us the legate took over an underperforming squad of troops by beating its commander to death in full viw of everyone. The legate then ordered a tenth of his own force be killed by the other nine tenths. And you thought your boss was a pain!

RADIO: You know, I think all news, whether it's good or bad, brings us closer together. Don't you?

Directly across from the elevator, across from VICTOR, are the shut doors to the master bedroom.

RADIO: These headlines, brought to you by Vault 21...Vault 21! Everything is better when you experience it...in a vault.

Inside the master bedroom, AGNES SANDS sits on the edge of the bed, wide awake. The RADIO plays from her PIP-BOY, which provides a slight amount of light in the dark room.

RADIO: Gonna play a song for you right now—it's about that special someone, that you can only find once...in a "Blue Moon."

"Blue Moon" begins to play from the radio. AGNES's head remains lowered in rumination.

Suddenly, the radio broadcast cuts out.

SFX: KZZRRRSSHHTTZ

RADIO: Has your life taken a turn?

A NEW VOICE speaks on the radio. It's dreamy, seductive.

RADIO: Do troubles beset you? Has fortune left you behind?

AGNES remains in thought.

But then: she lifts her head.

And she looks over at the radio.

RADIO: If so, then the Sierra Madre Casino,

The PIP-BOY displays: 11.09.81, 4:13. <<Signal Unknown>>

RADIO: in all its glory, invites you

AGNES listens.

RADIO: to begin again.

AGNES is now somewhere else.

EXT. MOJAVE DESERT. At sunrise, AGNES SANDS is perched atop a ridge somewhere in the desert. Her overcoat billows behind her, and her shoulder-mounted flashlight beams straight ahead. She looks manic. In one hand, she clutches her duffel bag, full of every belonging she has. Her other hand is wearing her PIP-BOY, and the radio broadcast continues:

RADIO: Come to a place where wealth, excitement, and intrigue await around every corner. Stroll along the winding streets of our beautiful resort. Make new friends...or rekindle old flames. Let your eyes take in the luxurious expanse of the open desert, under clear starlit skies. Gaze straight on into the sunset from our scenic Villa rooftops. Countless diversions await. Gamble in our casino, take in the theater, or stay in one of our exclusive executive suites that will shelter you...and cater to your every whim.

Below the ridge is a pile-up of wrecked shipping containers. One of them opens up toward the surface like a gaping throat of metal. It leads somewhere, deeper into the earth.

RADIO: So if life's worries have weighed you down—if you need an escape from your troubles—or if you just need an opportunity to begin again—

The source of the broadcast signal is coming from INSIDE.

RADIO: —then join us.

AGNES descends into the container, revealing a makeshift staircase of sheet metal that leads into darkness.

RADIO: Join us, let go, and leave the world behind...

The signal from inside the tunnel is now audible. It overlaps with AGNES's PIP-BOY...

RADIO: Join us, let go, and leave the world behind...

Until she sees it.

RADIO: ...at the Sierra Madre Grand Opening.

A pre-war, art deco type radio, sitting on a metal pedestal. It speaks to her.

RADIO: ...at the Sierra Madre Grand Opening.

AGNES stares at the radio, bewildered.

She barely notices the HULKING FIGURE about to grab her from behind.

RADIO: We'll be waiting.

END OF VOLUME 2

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[balalaijka]

pre-arcane caitvi: or fuck, why i am voluntarily reading league of legends lore

so there’s been a lot of effort to preserve a lot of viktor and jayce’s old stories, bios and dynamics, but not so much for the other characters??? i don’t play league, but i still feel it’s cool to look at older versions of these characters as an “alternate universe” kind of thing

so, here they are for Caitlyn and Vi (all info from the official league of legends website):

Caitlyn Kiramman

top: LoL Caitlyn, bottom: Arcane Caitlyn

“To be the best hunter, you have to be able to think like your prey.”

Renowned as its finest peacekeeper, Caitlyn Kiramman is also Piltover’s best shot at ridding the city of its elusive criminal elements. She is often paired with Vi, acting as a cool counterpoint to her partner’s more impetuous nature. Even though she carries a one-of-a-kind hextech rifle, Caitlyn’s most powerful weapon is her superior intellect, allowing her to lay elaborate traps for any lawbreakers foolish enough to operate in the City of Progress.

Bio

Short story “The Thrill of the Chase”

my notes:

very different from arcane caitlyn, what with supportive (and both alive) parents, and especially this line:

“Her mother […] would always warn Caitlyn of Piltover’s seductions, and its gilded promises that could harden the kindest heart”

so it’s a caitlyn who is also focused on keeping piltover in line—could be an interesting avenue to explore with post-canon arcane fics?

definitely a happier timeline for her

Vi

top: LoL Vi, bottom: Arcane Vi

“We can either do this the hard way or… Oh wait, no. There's just the hard way.”

Raised on the mean streets of Zaun, Vi is a hotheaded, impulsive, and fearsome woman with very little respect for authority. She has always been a shrewd survivor, both from her youthful troublemaking topside and an unfairly long stint in Stillwater Hold. Now working with the Piltover Enforcers to keep the peace instead of breaking it, she wields mighty hextech gauntlets that can punch through walls—and criminals—with equal ease.

Bio

Short story “Interrogation 101”

my notes:

so this backstory seems to line up more with arcane vi, but then comes the line in the short story:

“as if he was talking to the old Vi, the Vi from the Lanes. He wasn’t bright enough to know that Vi wasn’t the one standing in front of him”

so what i’m getting is this idea of a vi who’s divorced herself from the undercity, in a way arcane vi’s hasn’t?

and i have… conflicted feelings about this, since arcane vi is shown to be very caring and protective in contrast to this iteration—like the closest she is to the original also coincides with her being depressed, while lol vi just overall… doesn’t seem to care

(but at least being hella gay for cait is a constant across universes)

(also who isn’t to say we can’t dig into the tragedy of a vi who’s lost her connection to home?)

Bonus - screenshots of the bios if you want to stay on tumbr

Caitlyn

Vi

Also the art that inspired this whole thread of thought:

[all-pacas]

entertain the idea of transmasc chase for me?

i want to preface this by saying i am not trans myself and so i'm always a little cautious about this kind of thing; i kind of always worry about "doing it wrong" or being weird or ignorant or just getting involved in something that isn't For Me To Get Involved In. so now i'm just going to talk without thinking too much about it:

EDIT: okay having gone on at length, uhhhh, warning for? i guess? it being kind of depressing? like more "sad realism" than "fun hc"vibe. i'm sorry

considering that chase himself is already like - his whole life is about trying to, in a real way, define himself. redefine himself. he keeps landing in these situations - be a good boy and please your father, be a good boy and obey god, be a good boy and daddy issues again, win house's approval, stop wanting house's approval. get married and have three kids - he did love cameron, but that wasn't a particular desire of his we ever saw before or after her, right?

it's a weird thing to say about chase, whose morals tend to be fairly fast and loose, but: he loves a good Set of Rules. he is used to living in a world with strict and impossible expectations, and he is used to trying to meet them. he never really rebels or resists. he slacks off and doesn't try hard, but he did go to med school and do very well at it. he knows what is expected of him. he does what is expected of him. we even see it with post-divorce slut chase, we see it in s8 when he's pressured to ask out adams: he is pretty, so he needs to sleep around. he likes the priests and nuns at his school, so he needs to be super catholic. you give this kid an Expectation, and he is going to make his entire fucking life about meeting it. he isn't all that … rebellious. he isn't all that strong willed. he sits on things, he doesn't fight.

and honestly if you throw in transmasc or transfem, it adds an incredible (and lbr: fucked up) extra dynamic. because, first of all, chase was born in the late 70s. he came of age in the 80s and early 90s. even if he had the words to explain his feelings, culture was way behind, and it's so easy to imagine this i must be good at my role as a direct result of that: pre-transitioning transmas chase doing their fucking utmost to suppress their feelings and be good and going nuts about it. transfem chase deep in the closet for a very long time.

there's a sort of implication scattered throughout s1-2 about chase and drugs, right? he always thinks teenagers are on party drugs, and he knows way more about them than foreman, lowkey: he's suggesting snorting printer toner and foreman has never heard of it. we also know chase's teenage years were… troubled, to say the least. to me, i've always kind of assumed he had some kind of breakdown over his parents and parentification and mother's alcoholism and sort of dipped into his slut era, 16-year-old edition. partying and drinking and pure rich kid bullshit, because he's trying to escape. and tie this all in. tie this in with gender stuff. with his need to get approval, to be accepted.

i think transmasc chase doesn't transition until after rowan dies. i think, even halfway around the world, even convinced he hates his father and no longer cares, that need for approval is just too strong. but i can also see him transitioning in med school, learning about these things for probably the first time (beyond whatever 90s grossness/joking he would have grown up with), and just having a crazy breakdown over the possibility and sudden awareness and the struggle between i want this and this is not what dad/society wants for me and chase is… kind of a chicken, tbh. it would not be an easy choice. especially without a support group. either way, i think what he does next is decide he is going to be the best, most… stereotypical, most masculine, he's gonna sleep around and drink hard and do sports and get a good grade in being a boy, because inside chase there are two wolves and they're named daddy issues and god and he's never met an expectation or authority figure he isn't going to try and impress.

(he probably also hopes rowan will like him more as a boy. naturally he is wrong. it has nothing to do with being trans, rowan is just always going to find a way to be disappointed in him.)

[chasedeys]

https://www.tumblr.com/chasedeys/767330264650285056/httpswwwtumblrcomchasedeys767327053603356672

I truly wonder if other qb’s see how Ja’Marr is with Joe and be like “ damn so that type of devotion exists huh??” 😭😭

LMAOOOOOO truly hilarious if you think about it like these two have been no. 1 on a whole lot of football content creators' top QB-WR tandem going into the 2024 season list and have stayed there to this day and yeah it's kind of hilarious and also very validating for my ego lolllll

it's a norm i think that a lot of WRs are kind of stupidly insane and protective of their QBs (see: stosh, pre-divorce. and davante's insane shit with arod.... and etc etc yeah I'm not the person to ask about past qb-wr connection tbh) especially when their QB is excellent and joe is truly 100% excellent and has repeatedly led his team (college, league–ja'marr in both!) to titles so it really isn't a shock that ja'marr chase is just the slightest bit not insanely at all just normal levels honestly of devoted to joe burrow hahaHAAha you know??

but it IS kind of hilarious to think of all these QB and QB prospects looking at this amazing devoted duo of chase-burrow and wanting that kind of partnership coming into the league/the sport 😭 and look on in jealousy how ja'marr constantly chooses joe in both words and actions like they can only dream of being that good and having that hot (talents wise looks wise lmao) of a receiver etc etc

'with joe only. i dont throw with other quarterbacks. i don't wanna.' and all these qbs look imploringly at their wrs (and rbs and tes i guess) who roll their eyes telling them to fuck off

OH and if i can just add that funny ass interview moment ja'marr was asked who's the better duo him and joe or josh allen and stefon diggs LMAOOOOO and he said 'i like us better than anyone' INSANE ASSSSS god he's so

[hina-has-no-life]

The Stolitz timeline pre Full Moon:

- circus, ca. 10years old, Paimon buys Blitzø for a play date with Stolas and Blitzø robs the palace while befriending Stolas. They talk about their wants for the future

- 25 years later, ca 35 years old, Blitzø breaks into Stolas palace to steal the Grimoire, gets caught and ends up having sex with Stolas. He stays the night and crashes Stella's teaparty the next morning, Stolas makes his wish for a divorce clear for the first time

- Murder Family: Stolas calls Blitzø during the hit and they strike their deal. He remarks that he has let Blitzø use the Grimoire "for some time now" and they have contact via phone based on the way they talk ("when isn't it a bad time blitzy?" And blitzø taking the call despite getting chased and shot, stolas is seen to spy on Blitzø when he wants to and is arguably redirecting martas shots while he and Blitzø talk

- LooLooLand: Stolas and Blitzø have been meeting for their deal already (Blitzø keeps remarking that Stolas has "diddled with his holes" so they are switching), Stolas now introduces Octavia to Blitzø but can't stop flirting even after both Blitzø and via voice discomfort with it

- Harvest Moon Festival: it is now fall, they keep meeting for their deal and we get the reveal that they are in a BDSM relationship, Stolas invites I.M.P. to the festival. Striker tries to kill Stolas, Blitzø stops him (stolas knows nothing about this)

- Truth Seekers: Blitzø and Moxxie get captured by D.H.O.R.K.S. and need to be saved. During Blitzø's trip we learn that Blitzø doesn't understand intimate relationships bur craves them. He feels trapped by Stolas but willingly let's himself be chained and crawls towards stolas while at his lowest, he feels the most secure in himself and his identity with Stolas (as seen by the style and outfit change the closer he gets to stolas) but is also scared of the situation. Blitzø learns he needs to be more open and honest with people. Stolas needs to save I.M.P. and we get the first on screen Stolitz kiss. They banter and are very familiar with each other. We also have the first confirmation that they meet outside of their deal

- Ozzies: it is M&M's 1 year anniversary and Blitzø follows them to the club. Since he can't get him he calls Stolas and invites him on a date. Stolas is there 20 minutes later and they enter the club. While spying on M&M Blitzø starts treating his pretend date like a real date and forgets about his employees until moxxie goes on stage. He defends M&M and becomes the target of ridicule, stolas becomes a target too and when put on the spot hides his face, this deeply hurts Blitzø and they leave the club. They have their talk and Blitzø makes it clear how stolas makes him feel after stolas invites him into the palace

- we learn Blitzø hates himself via visual storytelling inside of his apartment, the relationship with Stolas is important to him as he has a secret picture of them together on his phone. He cries.

- Stolas and Blitzø have a text conversation ON THE SAME EVENING (as seen in the later revealed text convo where stolas writes "today" when talking about Ozzies), which Blitzø tries to not engage in, making Stolas feeling insecure and rejected. Blitzø on the other hand feels invalidated since stolas texted him after he made it clear he needed space, stolas double backing and making light of Ozzies also doesn't help with this.

- The Party: Blitzø goes to Loonas party to get her but ends up staying at her insistence, he tries to drown his sorrows in alcohol ("you have no idea what kinda day I had" and "I had a really shitty day") and makes out with Dennis, a guy that looks like stolas. We learn that he is scared to die alone and wants Stolas to be with him when he dies, along with Moxxie, Millie and Loona

- Stolas had his own breakdown at home and reminisces about his relationship with Blitzø. He starts to divorce Stella. We learn their marriage was verbal and physical abusive. Octavia is the product of Stella raping Stolas. ("He just kept laying there. I had to do all the work")

- Seeing Stars: at least 2 months have passed since Ozzies, Stolas and Blitzø haven't seen each other since. Octavia steals the Grimoire and goes to L.A. Stolas and I.M.P. follow. Stolas and Blitzø get dragged into chaos while Loona takes care of Octavia. We learn that Stolas can calm down Blitzø from having a panic attack and recognizes immediately when Blitzø breaks down. Blitzø feels safe enough with Stolas to break down and be vulnerable. We SEE that Blitzø is attracted to Stolas and wants him to be happy and healthy. We get the first look at the Stolitz family during the fireworks. Blitzø and Stolas are running around town, hand in hand, looking for their daughters

- western Energy: Stolas gets kidnapped and calls Blitzø. They are talking again and Stolas is now respecting boundaries Blitzø has by calling him Blitzø instead of Blitzy. Blitzø sends M&M to save Stolas while he stays with Loona during her doctor's appointment. Stolas almost dies and Blitzø only sees his tail feathers as stolas is brought into the hospital. Blitzø learns stolas can be hurt. ("He can get HURT?") Blitzø texts stolas but doesn't answer after stolals texts him, most likely now knowing what to say because he deleted what he was writing before not responding.

- blitzø tries to distract himself by looking for his sister. This ends up breaking down any relationship he had with her.

- Oops: Stolas seeks out Ozzie to get an Asmodean Crystal for Blitzø, wanting to end their deal for a fresh start with Blitzø. Meanwhile Blitzø is kidnapped with Fizz by Striker and Crimson for ransom. The relationship between Blitzø and Fizz gets repaired and Blitzø saves Fizz and brings him home to Ozzie. We learn that Stolitz have been meeting outside of work and their deal and have been interacting on social media prior to Ozzies.

- stolas gets the asmodean crystal and we learn how much he loves Blitzø. He wants to remove their power imbalance via getting rid of their deal and soul bond to have a fresh start with Blitzø.

[oldwritingm]

Hello, I was wondering if you could do like a fic about the future where Lloyd and fem reader are getting married? Please.

Sure thing! I tried to keep descriptions pretty vague so that y'all can imagine your special day however you like. Also some Nya content in here bc we can never have enough of her <333 okay I'll shut up now

Word count: 1k

Ninjago - Your Wedding Day with Lloyd

You leaned in closer to the mirror, turning your head this way and that, scrutinizing every inch of your face. Pursing your lips anxiously, you focused so hard on your own reflection that you didn’t see Nya approaching from behind you.

“Here,” she said, startling you. She placed her fingers under your chin, turning your head so you were face-to-face. She cocked her head as she examined you. Then, with a smile, she plucked a stray eyelash off your cheek. Holding it up to your lips, she waited for you to blow it off.

You puffed, launching the eyelash into obscurity. 

“Did you make a wish?”

You nodded.

“What was it?”

With a coy smirk you turned back to the mirror. “I’ll give you three guesses.”

“Hmm… did you wish that you won’t have a wardrobe malfunction?” She tugged at your clothing, making sure everything was fitting as it should. You remembered going out with her, buying the clothes that you were to be married in. How your heart soared when you saw yourself in them for the first time. If you were flying then, you were floating in space now. With each miniscule adjustment Nya made, your image in the mirror somehow became even more perfect; no, it surpassed perfection. 

“Thanks,” you said as she gave one last tug on the fabric near your waist. “But that wasn’t my wish.”

“Did you wish away your pre-marriage jitters?”

You looked at the ceiling, chewing your cheek thoughtfully as you assessed your own feelings. Your reflexive response was “I don’t have jitters,” but you slowly realized that you did have jitters. The fluttery feeling in your stomach wasn’t just excitement. You were afraid, too.

What if things went wrong? What if you had a wardrobe malfunction, or you tripped while walking down the aisle, or if you accidentally said “I don’t” or—oh. Oh no. What if this was all a mistake? What if you were left at the altar, or abandoned on your honeymoon? What if one of you wanted a divorce after two weeks? A year? Ten years?

The image of your soon-to-be husband flashed in your mind suddenly. The vision of him in his neat tuxedo, smiling, telling you it would all be okay, chased your worries away. Funny how he could comfort you even when he wasn’t in the room. Yes, he was perfect for you. And, as he told you almost too often, you were perfect for him. You two were made for each other; nothing else mattered.

With a sigh, you felt your muscles (which you hadn’t realized were tense) relax. “Didn’t wish for that, either. One more guess.”

“Really? Ooh, I’ve got it!” She placed her head endearingly on your shoulder, making eye contact with your reflection. “You wished for a long and happy marriage.”

You clucked your tongue, shaking your head. “I don’t need to wish for that.”

Nya’s eyes sparkled. You knew she was a sucker for romance; she must’ve been absolutely feasting these past few months. But her obsession with your wedding wasn’t a one-sided relationship; actually, she had proven to be a fantastic planner. There wasn’t one detail she didn’t think of, and she wouldn’t settle for anything less than fairytale-esque sublimity. Without her, this day wouldn’t be the happiest day of your life.

“Humph,” she straightened herself, putting her hands on her hips. “Well then, you’ll have to tell me after your honeymoon. Now come on, I hear the music starting.” She took your hand eagerly and hurried you out of the room.

The aisle was lined with arrangements of your favorite flowers, their scent filling the venue. You felt your cheeks darken as everyone stood, their eyes fixated on you. For a second you were frozen there, bouquet in hand, air trapped in your lungs. You felt a little silly as you realized that these were all your friends, your family, the ones most important to you. The looks in their eyes—proud, overjoyed, a little misty—brought a smile to your face.

You proceeded slowly, the (f/c) petals on the ground getting crushed under your pristine shoes. You weren’t looking at your shoes, though. You looked each guest in the eye as you passed, doing everything you could not to cry as they shot you the most heartfelt looks.

You finally made it to the altar. Lloyd held his hand out. You felt your heart skip a beat when you took it, as if it were the first time you’d touched.

You remembered that day. You remembered the first time you held hands, the first time you kissed, the day he asked you to be his partner—and, more recently, his spouse. 

He looked just as beautiful as the day you met. Thick platinum hair framing his angular face, green eyes brimming with wonder, he was your dream boy. And the way he smiled… Now you were really trying not to cry. He gave your hands a reassuring squeeze as the officiator read his script. You smiled back at him, blinking your tears away and preparing to say your vows.

He was first. “I do.”

The words hung in the air, surely keeping the audience in suspense, but all you felt was bliss as you waited for your chance to echo him. “I do.”

“You may now kiss.”

The audience erupted into applause as your lips crashed together. Your eyebrows jumped high on your forehead when Lloyd surprised you by dipping you low, prolonging the moment.

You broke the kiss, bursting into laughter. You stood there for a few more seconds, holding each other’s faces, laughing, foreheads pressed together. 

As your laughter died down but the audience still hooted and hollered, Lloyd whispered, for your ears only: “I can’t believe how lucky I am. How beautiful you are. I’m going to treasure you forever.”

“As I, you.” You brought your lips together again, delight flowing through you electrically. 

But what about your wish? I wish that this will truly be the happiest day of my life. Well, it’s safe to say that it came true.

Thank you for this wonderful request!! Also, thanks for reading! Take care of yourselves my flowers <33

(divider by saradika)

[themaclean]

hi i just came from ao3 and firstly, i have read ur vaultghoul fic probably 20 times already it’s just so good with spot on characterization and amazing writing, thank u so much 🙏

secondly, i was reading the comments on it and came across one abt wanting to see a pre-war au where cooper and lucy start an affair and immediately my ears perked up like 👀 all i could imagine is her being cast as his love interest, her being a big fan of his already, and them having a wedding scene where they fuck in her wedding dress after they call cut

n e way so sorry for rambling haha but unfortunately ive got the brainrot now

I MEAN HYPOTHETICALLY -- I'm mobile (and somehow wrote 2k words still wheeze) so I'll finish this when I'm on my PC but I played around with the idea a bit thanks to this ask. :)

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Summary; Cooper Howard x Lucy MacLean, 2077 AU where Lucy and Cooper star in a movie together.

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There's a whole host of ways that Vault-Tec could have cracked down on Cooper. Given the infringement of their security protocols and the divorce and the way they choked him out of all the good roles...

It wasn't such a far stretch that he'd have to take place in the biggest circle jerk of a film production where his super-fan shoved his daughter into a starring role using Cooper's connections.

Because, so far as the public knew, he was still a supporter of Vault-Tec and he'd do just about anything to sell that delusion.

Cooper crushed the heel of his palms against his eyes, a limp cigarette hung between his teeth.

The girl was a nightmare.

Stiff, picky, absent-minded. No emotion, either, no semblance of self-awareness. It was like some Disney Princess popped out of the cartoons in the worst way, quick to parrot the lines she was meant to say with perfect diction but nothing more than that.

And it was somehow his fucking job to coach the girl -- Lucy -- into a leading lady. The idea was that she was the daughter of the Overseer, played by her actual father, and Cooper was some vault dweller from another section.

The whole thing was convoluted. He did cowboy flicks and the sort that had a showdown at the end. This sci-fi garbage went right over his head, this future projection of the what-if. He didn't have time for the what-if.

He had a daughter he needed to vy for custody of and an expensive divorce on the horizon. And Barb had the best lawyers money could buy and he'd never thought they'd end up like this. There was no pre-nup and nothing to protect him.

And he didn't have a goddamn lighter.

"You shouldn't smoke."

Cooper near growled around the butt of his cigarette, only just keeping himself civil at the last moment. He turned towards Lucy, unable to mistake her for anyone else. There was something about her vacant, pretty face that irked him, those giant goddamn eyes.

"It's bad for you. I read an article about it."

"Maybe you'd be better off reading your lines again," Cooper said with a wave of his hand. He dug in his jacket pocket, the one he'd worn to set.

Bingo.

Lucy crossed her arms and leaned against the vault railing. It was strange to do the filming down, a hundred feet or so beneath the surface, but it made for impressive sets. They were around the corner from the rest of the camera crew and cast.

And they were alone for the first time since shooting. Most times, Cooper had a few stage hands or interns at his heel. And he didn't see Lucy around much, except for scenes. Didn't chase her down, didn't much think of her.

Except now he's aware she's still in the wedding dress she'd been in earlier. Stage blood soaked the stomach of it, thick streams of blood from where she'd been stabbed. But he'd saved her and they'd shared a chaste kiss for the camera.

And then he hadn't seen her.

"I thought you'd be a better kisser."

Cooper didn't withhold the glare, couldn't bring himself to give a fuck. "Pardon?"

"Just -- the kiss. Didn't really..." Lucy narrowed her eyes at him. "I grew up watching your movies. My dad is a big fan. I always figured you'd be a good kisser, but you aren't."

"You ain't much yourself, either," Cooper said with a raised brow. "Like a fish, sweetheart. Cold."

"I'm not a fish," she snapped back. "That's very mean. I -- I know I was mean first but I just thought you could do better."

Cooper couldn't help but laugh to himself at this miserable brat who'd sought him out to complain about an on-screen kiss. He took a long drag, his gaze slanted across the backs of his knuckles.

"You're here 'cause your daddy yanked some strings," Cooper shrugged a shoulder. "My only obligation is to make a movie for the studio. I'm not your damn boyfriend-for-hire, trying to get you off for the cameras."

Cooper was a professional and on his best behaviour -- usually. But the long days of filming for a corporation rooted in the exploitation of the country he'd fought for... That patience wore thinner with each moment he was alone with this brat.

"I'm here as an actress -- "

"You can act?" Cooper asked, mock surprise as he pressed a hand to his chest.

Lucy had the gall to look offended.

Cooper took another drag, his hip notched against the railing. "It's a movie, darling. I've been doing this shit for years. They ain't gonna let people tongue each other to high hell."

"That..."

"That is exactly how it works," Cooper said as he ashed his cigarette onto the grate beneath his feet. "It's not about you, it's about the shot."

Lucy looked at him like he'd slapped her. "I know it's about the shot."

"Could've fooled me." Cooper huffed out a breath. He'd kissed plenty of women for his films and he was a consummate professional. If the audience bought into it, that was all he needed. He didn't give a damn if his co-star got butterflies over it.

Especially not the daughter of some jackass at Vault-Tec, for a project that was nothing more than an empty propaganda piece. But he didn't have much choice.

"I'm here because it's important to my father. Vault-Tec wanted to keep as many roles as they could within the company -- "

"Nepotism."

"To promote the culture they want within the movie, which is carefully curated -- "

"Cultish."

"To their... Could you stop doing that?"

Cooper crossed his arms, his cigarette nearly finished. The vault had good enough ventilation that the smoke disappeared but the smell lingered. He pushed away from the railing, his expensive smile slack across his lips.

"I had my fill of the Vault-Tec propaganda, sweetheart. Don't make a difference if it's from a pamphlet or a pretty girl, I'm just doing what I'm being paid to."

"Wasn't it your wife -- ex-wife -- who brought you in originally?"

Cooper's neck twitched as he looked down at Lucy, as she smart-mouthed her way right into some shit she didn't know anything about. He tipped his head to the side, the annoying collar of the vault suit biting into his jawline.

"So you believed what Vault-Tec thought originally." Lucy toyed with the stain on her white dress, her fingers tugged at the frayed edge. "What changed?"

"Nothing," Cooper said, his voice flat.

Lucy met his eye, her head tilted to contrast the angle of his head. She settled a hand on the railing, uncertainty replaced her uppity edge from before. "I'm not trying to spy on you or get information. You just -- had your life together, and then you're getting divorced."

"It happens," Cooper said, aware now that she was between him and the crew. The vault split into spidery webs in all directions, though. He could leave her if he wanted. But then he'd end up who knows where, deep in the belly of this steel nest.

But they were alone, and she'd inched closer to him.

Cooper saw the leading ladies he worked with as colleagues. Sometimes they'd have to kiss or imitate gentle moments or intimacy -- but for the most part, he could compartmentalise it. But Lucy didn't act. She couldn't. She was an atrocious leading lady and she read everything as if she were saying it herself.

Like a porn actress, saying shit to get through to the action, rushing through the writing like it didn't matter.

It wasn't her fault. He had the sneaking suspicious she had no interest in acting or in this movie; that she was only doing it because her father asked her to do it. Maybe even so she could have an excuse to meet him, he realized dimly as she looked up at him with wide hazel eyes.

That separation -- of leading lady and of a romantic partner -- muddled with her. Because he didn't even like her. He didn't want to get to know her. He hated her father and he wanted nothing to do with this company.

And she was closer to him than not, and they'd kissed a handful of times, and she'd said he sucked at it.

Cooper rolled his jaw as Lucy didn't have the guts to do more than she had. Her moony eyes fixed up at him like a challenge. And then he felt his resolve snap because it wasn't like he had much to lose. This wasn't a real acting gig and she wasn't a real leading lady.

His hand snapped out, fingers and thumb dug into her cheek. He brought her close, to see what she'd do. The answer was -- not much. She didn't shout or push him away, their mouths inches apart as he hovered close to her, examining her beneath his lashes.

"Bad kisser -- that what you said?"

Lucy swallowed hard enough to nudge his hand. "Well, you were. I'm not going to lie to you to spare your ego."

Cooper made a soft sound from the back of his throat as he kissed her. The distant crack and shift of the crew as they moved their cameras from one vault room to another should be a deterent but Cooper doesn't care.

He's single, isn't he. Has been for a few months. He'd not acted on it, hadn't felt the urge to, but he's as trapped as ever in the shadow of what Barb had done to him. It's only fair he make use of that shadow to indulge, even if it's just to prove a point to this girl Lucy.

There's some inherent amusement to how she melted into the kiss. She wanted it far more than she'd let on, that soft mewing, moaning neediness as he stroked her long brown hair out of her face. He threaded his fingers softly through her hair, hand on either side of her face, fingers combing through her hair.

Her back was arched over the railing as he gave her the kiss she'd probably expected earlier, the one he wasn't about to throw out on camera. There's standards for cinema and he didn't want to waste film or time.

But then her fingers were on the zipper of the stupid fucking vault suit. He didn't stop her, even as she yanked it down and slipped her hand along his stomach.

If anything, he pushed harder against her. The fluffy white skirt of her wedding dress made it hard to get much for himself. But with a yank of her knee and the shift of her weight, he had her seated on the railing. Her shoulder caught one of the metal frames, to keep her pinned in place.

If this were any other job or any other actress, he'd give a fuck.

But it's Vault-Tec, through and through.

[laufire]

three sentence ficathon fills

Here are all the drabbles (exactly 100 words long) I wrote for the event.

BUFFYVERSE

live and learn. Angel/Buffy + "miss you already". Wishverse.

a slayer unborn. Slayer!Darla.

spark. Tara/Willow + "magic tingles".

DCU

luddite. Barbara/Dinah + sexting.

red scape. Jason & Sasha + "paint the town red".

neither by nature nor by law and yet. Dick & Tim + "what 'brother' means".

broken glass. Cass/Rose + "in the empty mirror, I run and run to you / run away from me".

the storm before the storm. Bruce & Steph + "Batman, Batman & Robin(s), a Robin (or a few Robins) under Batman's cape".

a place and a calling. Helena Bertinelli + "home".

PLECVERSE

consumption. Josie & Lizzie + The Merge.

WYNONNA EARP

sweet as poison. Rosita/Waverly + poison kisses.

my own prompts are under the cut (although the ficathon is officially closed to new prompts, people still post fills all year long, and I'd definitely love receiving some :D)

DC Comics/pre-reboot, Diana Prince &/ Artemis of Bana-Mighdall, reflections.

DC Comics/pre-reboot, Jason Todd/Mia Dearden, second meetings. (filled)

DC Comics/pre-reboot, Jade Nguyen/Roy Harper, parenthood. (filled)

DC Comics/pre-reboot, Barbara Gordon/Cassandra Cain, unrequited crush.

DC Comics/pre-reboot, Jason Todd/Tim Drake, Tim cheating with Jason.

DC Comics/pre-reboot, Jason Todd/Mia Dearden/Tim Drake, sparring.

DC Comics/pre-reboot, Dick Grayson/Helena Bertinelli, undercover. (filled)

DC Comics/pre-reboot, Jason Todd/Roy Harper, relapse.

DC Comics/pre-reboot, Dinah Lance/Oliver Queen, divorce. (filled)

DC Comics/pre-reboot, Clark Kent/Lois Lane, mourning.

DC Comics/pre-reboot, Jason Todd/Mia Dearden, role playing.

DC Comics/pre-reboot, Jason Todd/Tim Drake, truth.

DC Comics/pre-reboot, Anissa Pierce/Grace Choi, making up.

DC Comics/pre-reboot, Jason Todd & Talia al Ghul, role reversal.

DC Comics/pre-reboot, Jason Todd & Sasha/Scarlet, the future.

DC Comics/pre-reboot, Jason Todd/Mia Dearden, action.

DC Comics/pre-reboot, Jason Todd/Tim Drake, chase.

DC Comics/pre-reboot/DCAU, Bruce Wayne/Lois Lane, pining for an ex.

DC Comics/pre-reboot, Kara Zor-El & Stephanie Brown, Metropolis.

DC Comics/pre-reboot, Lady Shiva, victory.

[kncrowder88]

So, I'm in s6 now in my House binge. And of course my brain last night wanted to focus once more on the polycule that is House-Wilson-Cuddy (but also Stacy because let's be real at one point she was part of it). Largely looking at these 4 because honestly they are fascinating. And I really love S6 visual of them because you can almost see how Stacy would fit into it all (but just can't anymore as well).

This is sober House after all. House seeking therapy. House who has hit "rock bottom" and began to dig himself back out (or more accurately drag himself back out). This is a House actively working to be himself while striving to let those be cares about not just hear he cares but see through actions and behaviors. (We see this especially with Cuddy here).

Now, the reason I don't really include Foreman, Cameron, Taub, Chase, or Thirteen is because his team has a different relationship with him. They are - in a sense - like a family for him but they are very much not as close. He isn't actively seeking to show them or tell them things (despite the changes we see). And they have an adamant refusal to see a change (we see it in multiple episodes in S6 as his team pulls a "he's House" lines just like past seasons - they do not have believe he can be anything but what they saw in the past. Reasonable as all they've ever known is addict House). I could dig into all this so much but onto the polycule....

What we know for these 4 is a very rough timeline. House meets Cuddy while still in school. After his first med school (s6 gives us the line about him getting the call for the first school issues he had). Both are students, we learn in s6 more on how they meet as well. The lines don't have the taunting/joking nature either usually have (or any of his close relations have) when discussing certain things. Thus, we can conclude the bookstore run is accurate. Here he tells her she was ambitious and a party girl. She seeks him out (going so far as to audit a class he's in) and they ended up booking up. However, House doesn't pursue her further as he got the call about John Hopkins and put school over relationships.

Wilson is meet during a medical convention, his first wife has sent him divorce papers. This convention is right after Wilson has graduated med school. House we know never meet Wilson's first wife - I stare this as the dating for some stuff is weird and thus figuring out this timing is also weird. We know Wilson brother also disappeared while he was in med school, something like 9 years or so before s1. S6 tells us it was House who brought up the opening at PPTH to Wilson as well. Anyways, this particular meeting between the two was basically:

House - playing music

Wilson - can you pick a different song

House - obnoxiously responds, continues to play song

Wilson- throws something, breaks mirror (expensive mirror)

Somehow a fight breaks out in bar/lounge they in

Wilson - arrested

House - you are the 1 interesting person of the 100s at this convention, I like you. I'm keeping you, oh also I resolved this legal thing with that whole broken mirror.

(Spoiler he did not)

Now, with Stacey, we don't really know if Stacey is before Wilson or right after, but we know she's like 10 years pre series. We get a few joking comments on how these two meet (dollar stripper joke, doctors vs lawyer game, etc) and the wikia goes with the doctor vs lawyer paintball game. For me, I think there was truth to the jokes but the taunting was just that. Taunting. The doctor vs lawyer was likely a truth, but the game type was likely a cover. If we look at his other two relationships, Stacey being at a doctor vs lawyer event or even saw an early lawyer House had to deal with in his career who manages to handle his antics (as Wilson and Cuddy did in their own ways) would result in him going "oh hey". It would also add to the whole not wanting her at PPTH - not only do they have a past and that history, she does truly know how to handle him and deny what he wants (he can't just brush over her legal concerns as he could others).

I like the idea of the 4 knowing each other pre-infarction personally. It makes sense to me. Cuddy seeking out House during her own med school years because "I have this theory for this assignment but want to run it by you" and he just jerks her around but she aces it (she is a Chief of Medicine within like what 8 years of graduating, if that? Like seriously pretty sure she is rather young for reaching that point, which says something). They all be the sort of long distant friends but not all meeting properly till PPTH or one off moments when so and so is visiting.

Besides, you are telling me Stacey marries House and they don't have at least a few friends? Please Wilson was his best man, who forced him to at least invite his mother, and Cuddy was there to ask Stacey if she really wanted this (she does, Cuddy doesn't blame her - Wilson reconfirms it and makes a "I guess he has some appeal to him" comment that has both woman glancing to each other ... should they all marry? Probably. Will they? No it's the 90s and the boys are repressed)

I had a whole point in this post and got sidetracked but anyways .... basically I think I was getting at the fact that like .... Wilson, Cuddy, and Stacey all took on a relationship with Gregory "the jerk" House. They knew who he was and did so not expecting change (I'm aware of what is about to come in the show and I'm already screaming). Part of what hurt them wasn't that he didn't change, didn't grow, didn't magically heal because they entered his life ..... but that he changed because the infraction got him into a drug addiction that sent him on a path they were not enough to stop.

They were not enough.

And now, S6, Wilson and Cuddy have sober House again. And not just sober for a day or however long an ep (or two) will take but truly sober House. And as before they turn to each other when they need it but at there for him. They are terrified of not being enough. They are terrified of actually putting themselves fully out there for him (Wilson though I don't think ever fully stopped - and this has as we know played a role in his divorces, Cuddy has also not likely but we see she has reached a point she can't risk it - she states it in this season as well, she's a mother now). And we see House show both of them differently - he's joking/taunting with Wilson (who returns) and he tries the things Wilson subtly suggests (even if he mocks it he truly tries - and likely stuck with some of it). With Cuddy, he talks and shares and puts himself out there (and he also stops when she asks - yes may take a time or two of asking but he ceases his behavior).

House is showing them growth, and healing. And it's terrifying, because if they accept it and he crashes... what does that mean about them now? How did they fail this time? What did they enable this time? How many times all these years have they wanted to contact Stacey and ask what she saw that they didn't, why she walked (cheated and left truly), didn't stay and enable him, when they did?

Just... I could go on and on about them but I've already rambled enough.

(Disclaimer I pulled some numbers/info from the House wikia)

[eliotquillon]

How many times do you think cameron has fallen in love with someone? Cause there's no way the first time she has feelings for somebody after joe is house right? This girl spends all her time on the show either being in love with someone (her husband, joe, house, chase, husband no 3) or actively being in love but not wanting to be (joe, house, chase)

Even the way she expresses her feelings for house, she comes off SO confident and has no restraint, there's no way she went a decade without constantly falling in and out of love. I can buy that she didn't have any relationships or even go on that many dates but crushing on her lab partner in med school? pining over her attending while in residency? She always has deep deep feelings for someone at all times.

yeah, pretty much—one of the reasons why i can’t get super into comphet cameron (beyond the meta fandom problem of It Is Always Cameron who the fandom rushes to say didn’t have real feelings, that her relationships weren’t real, because it’s a convenient way to handwave away things about her they don’t like or want to admit—that she loved chase, that the divorce was probably just as hard on her as it was him, etc) is that a lot! of her role as a character is bound up in being the person who falls in love. to take that away from her it to gut a pretty core tenet of who she is, and the end result is a lot fanon versions of cameron who are nothing like canon cameron. is this kind of misogynistic character writing for one of your very few female characters? yeah, but as with a lot of cameron’s character writing, it’s both consistent and well-entrenched. for better or for worse, that’s who cameron is.

in any case, cameron’s problem, famously, has never been about her feelings: it’s about her desire to control her actions. she’s terrified of getting hurt, and of hurting others. we see this with house in s1; she could not more obviously be into him, and even still, a lot of her pursuit of him is bound up in her wanting to prove that HE has feelings for HER. she’s actually pretty coy about expressing her feelings to him, even when she’s quite literally blackmailing him into going on a date with her. then cue all her relationship problems with chase pre-divorce: she loves him, she’s clearly willing to fight for a relationship with him, but time and time again she has to be pushed into acting that way because she’s scared of getting hurt. so yeah, i think she probably fell in love a couple of times between joe and house. in fact me and @all-pacas have joked a lot about cameron being the type of person who probably had a massive crush on one of her college professors lol. there were definitely people she had feelings for and maybe even thought about pursuing. but i also think she did what she tries to do with chase in s3: ignore it, or push them away, or, as she did after her divorce and after husband died, move cross-country. house is unique in that cameron, rightly or wrongly, suspects he also has feelings for her, and cares more about proving her assumption correct and getting him to admit them than she does about the chance of getting hurt. and we see how that ends!

[creepycoffins]

Hi hi! I’m one of the anons that asked about your jotakak headcannons, and I just read your latest post about it!! I aye up every little bit of it, thank you for the meal 🙏

I have to ask though, do you have a general idea for how their first ‘reunion’ meeting after the whole running away/marriage/child/divorce debacle Jotaro found himself a part of? Was the forgiveness immediate from Kakyoin’s end, or was he a bit more upset than that? Was the reunion on purpose, or did they happen upon each other like in a SPWF meeting or were paired during a mission and things developed from there? The possible tension…

OOOOOO also also, what do you think Jolyne would feel about their relationship? Would them getting together lead Jotaro towards not being so absent?

Sorry if I’m badgering you at all, they’re just constantly pinging around in my head like a DVD logo.

Hiiii I'm glad u enjoyed my jotakak master's thesis here's some more

I have a general idea about their reunion yeah and tbh I think it'd basically be an accident. I don't think either of them would go out of their way to invite the other back into their life--jotaro because he thinks Kakyoin must hate his ass, and kakyoin because he doesn't think Jotaro is anywhere near ready for that, nor does he know Jotaro still has feelings for him (Jotaro left in the first place and kakyoin isn't about to chase him). I don't think Kakyoin would be upset necessarily, but it is painful for him to think about just because who wouldn't be a little bitter??

I imagine it'd be pre-Morioh though, maybe a year or so. Jotaro may have gone to the swf with the knowledge that he MIGHT see Kakyoin but realized too late that was a huge mistake, there's no way he could just see him and walk away satisfied. Maybe they're in a conference room at opposite ends of a long table, avoiding eye contact. Their ears burn when they have to present statements to the gathered associates. Maybe they catch the same elevator. Maybe theyre on their way out and bump into each other. But it's been like 10 years and god Kakyoins voice has changed, so has Jotaro's and ohhhhhh man a slow burn fic of this would go so hard this is a curse upon me!!! shaking my fucking fist!!!

As for Jolyne, I think part of jotaro's deal (at least in the first few parts) is that he is both the Rabbi and the Golem, the shepherd and the dog. He calls the shots and carries them out because he doesn't want anyone to get hurt if he can help it. Anyway point being that maybe, just maybe, if he didn't do that, if he had a partner to share his burden, if he let himself be vulnerable and soft for a bit, maybe he would've done better with his daughter. Edit: forgot to mention this man didn't really have a father either so :/// a little help would go a long way

Completely self indulgent but imagine jotaro having jolyne every summer. Taking her and kakyoin to the beach. Getting ice cream and driving around with the windows down. Sitting on their porch during a rainstorm. Staying up late building pillow forts and reading with flashlights. Camping in a tent in the backyard. In a kinder world, man!!!

Also ur not bugging me at all they're also bouncing around in my head like a DVD logo and having the excuse to write a bit is doing me good ty for asking!!! 💞

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

[Rebrand: pre-tig launch/pre-when sparks fly launch: Meghan Markle sold "meatless meat" soy crumbles on Hallmark's LA Home & Family Channel. She was chasing her slice of GOOP (creating blog-ish social media posts about juicing etc), divorcing Trevor, & promoting a vegan lifestyle.]

Is Meghan Markle correct about the health benefits of coconut oil?🤔

Is cumin actually a "smoky" seasoning? 🤔

FYI: Notice how similar the netflix megflop set is to the pre-2000 Hallmark Home & Family "house" set. Different zones around the home for crafting, cooking, chatting, etc.