#she doesnt open up much more than the doctor does

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

you think thasmin is a tragedy of the romantic kind and thats bad enough but then you start writing 14&yaz and realise it was a tragedy of the friendship kind too and it hurts so much more

making 14 and yaz face each other has led to yaz having her own 10/12-like "it's not fair!" breakdown and honestly? here for it. doctorification highs lead to doctorification lows

[gothghostiie]

stardew bachelors and their weirdest/most perverted kinks

a/n: this is the first draft for this ask, but it turned out to be much more tame than I wanted,, but i didnt wanna scratch this so i decided to post both :)) (dead dove warning for the original)

cw: weird kinks, bondage/bdsm, cnc, latex, wedgies, degrading/humiliation, monster fucking, exhibitionism/voyeurism, gangbang, free use, breeding, underwear stealing

Hailey is pretty tame still, shes definitely into latex. full on catsuit latex, absolutely adores wearing it. it makes her feel pretty and goes well with her being a domina type, definitely heavy on a pain and humiliation aspect. also absolutely not opposed to paypigs.

Maru is also a domina type in my opinion, not as extreme tho. shes more into the verbal aspect, likes degrading and belittleing her partners. one of her favourite past times is tying them up and talking down to them.

Abigail is into restrictive and permanent bondage. she loves her freedom but in bed? totally different story. absolute sucker for being unable to move at all, especially when shes also blindfolded and gagged. she's also a monster fucker.

Leah is absolutely into voyeurism and exhibitionism. nothing gets her more excited than being out in the open and vulnerable like that, actually enjoys being caught more than the risk. shes definitely gotten off in her garden before.

Emily is definitely into gangbangs. shes a free love type girl, she enjoys being passed around as well as passing others around. you can't tell me she doesnt regularly go tu Zuzu to attend orgies (sandy tags along).

Penny also isnt too kinky imo, but she has a huge breeding kink. absolutely loves everything about it, the intimacy of fucking raw, the feeling of cum inside her; plus the fact that she could get pregnant from it.

Alex is a total sub, its his guilty pleasure. he likes acting like the big strong guy when all he wants to do is beg to be a good boy for his partner. definitely huge on being made to cry. also into wedgies. he likes being humiliated.

Harvey is into medical play, thats a given honestly. he absolutely loves the whole doctor-patient shtick, even if he sometimes worries about it coming off as weird, given hid profession.

Sebastian is definitely more on the depraved side, into petplay and CNC. loves keeping his partner as his little deskpet, keeping them bound and stuffed while he works, just occasionally petting them.

Sam is totally into roleplay of any kind. he has fun with it, he loves going all out for it. also not opposed to public sex, but just for the thrill instead of getting caught. he does love to share tho.

Shane is a depraved pervert, i don't think i need to say this. the easier question is what he isn't into. but the most perverted thing might be that hes an underwear thief + he loves secretly watching people.

Elliot is more tame, more tender. but he absolutely loves keeping his partners in bondage for hours on end, even when hes just writing. definitely also into free use at the same time.

[mahitosmalnourishedmanhood]

Something Domestic Pt.2 18+

Summary: Her entire life, Kimiko had been convinced she was crazy. By her parents, her sister, doctors, everybody. So, she’s thankful to meet someone who assures her, her hallucinations aren’t just her mind messing with her. Too bad the messenger is a curse.

Tw: smut smut smut it got dirty quick (since this was meant to be the first chapter but i figured giving some of kimiko’s backstory first would be better) Mahito is his own warning, author is only halfway into season 1 so any conflicting details will be edited at a later date, mc can see curses and doesnt know wtf they are, idle transfiguration on Mahito during sex, stitches licking, neck biting, fear play (fantasy), dubcon I think? (kimiko is intoxicated and mahito has no idea what sex is), hair pulling, maybe ooc, creampie

Word Count: 1.7k

Part One Part Three

The two had introduced themselves, and talked for a bit before Kimiko began leading Mahito to her apartment. She isn’t entirely sure how exactly she managed to convince a stranger to come home with her, but she knows better than to question a good thing. She is fairly anxious, and his gaze doesn’t make things any better, and he knows as much, almost as though he’s trying to frighten her. She glances at Mahito occasionally as she fidgets with her nails. He can sense her fear, and it makes him feel delighted, especially considering how she’s ignoring it and her instincts for the sake of getting him home. He still isn’t exactly sure what she has planned for when they get there, though he doesn’t mind, either way he’ll learn a bit more about humans and then use idle transfiguration on her. Simple.

“You are quite nervous. Any particular reason?” He asks, stepping a bit closer and putting an arm around her waist, a slight shiver creeping up her spine at the touch. He is a bit tempted to use his idle transfiguration on her now, but she is interesting, if a little weird, enough to wait a little bit more before trying to do so.

“Oh— I just haven’t brought anybody home for a hookup before, much less a complete stranger.” Kimiko explains, her face bright pink and her muscles slightly tense under his touch, though she didn’t mind enough to move his hand. 

Mahito does look confused at the term hookup, but knows he’ll find out what it is once they got to where she was leading him. He keeps his eyes on her, and can tell she knows something is wrong, but she doesn’t try to move away or get him to leave, so he assumes she doesn’t know what he is exactly.

Soon, they reach her apartment and she steps in front of her door and unlocks it, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up as Mahito stands directly behind her, close enough that he’s breathing down her neck. She steps inside with him, and once he is inside he’s caught a little off guard by her suddenly tossing her arms over his shoulders and pressing her lips to his. He knows only a little about these kinds of behaviors, only enough to know she isn’t trying to attack him in any way. He’s unsure what to do with his hands at first, but soon he just puts them on her waist as she presses her chest to his and carefully walks him backwards until he hits the couch. 

He lets out a little grunt as she pushes him down onto the cushions and climbs into his lap, straddling his hips. She then pulls back from the kiss, her pupils blown wide, nearly consuming the blue of her eyes. “I’m sorry— I probably um- should’ve asked first.” He looks at her a little funny before he puts his hands on the sides of her jaw. 

He feels the urge to change the shape of her soul again, but is distracted by a new feeling pooling in his stomach and between his legs. This he has never experienced before, though he welcomes the feeling with open arms. He pulls her forward by the jaw and presses his lips to hers again in an almost desperate manner. She runs a hand through his hair and lightly nips his bottom lip, hearing him make a small noise of surprise in response. 

Her tongue slips into his mouth, and she uses her free hand to sneak under his shirt and feel over his chest. He slightly arches his back, leaning into the feeling of her warm hand touching his icy skin. She feels his tongue push past her lips, further into her mouth to an abnormal point, his tongue flicking against the back of her throat and making her gag for a moment. He realizes that might alert her to the fact he’s not a human, but surprisingly she doesn’t seem to notice it. If she does notice, she doesn’t care enough to dwell on it. He’s unsure if he’s thankful about that or not. He wonders if she’d still be the one leading if she knew he was a curse. He imagines her squirming and shivering under him with the knowledge he could kill her with a couple of words, and it makes him that much more aroused and needy.

Mahito puts his hands on her waist and squeezes as she pulls back from the kiss enough so she can properly start to undress him, slightly panting as she strips him of his top. She stops for a moment, and stares at the stitches across his neck before leaning down and trailing her tongue over them. She’s a little clumsy, but Mahito thankfully has no way of knowing as he tilts his head back instinctively and uses a hand to push her face further against his neck. She mouths over the stitches for a moment longer before leaving bites across his neck and starting to undo his pants. He mirrors her motions from a moment prior, removing her shirt and tossing it aside, staring blankly at her chest for a moment. She had something else under her shirt? Tedious. 

He moves to get her skirt off, deciding to let her deal with the rest. She soon stands up and removes her undergarments before tugging his pants down to below his knees. She looks down at him for a moment, seeming to be thinking about something or other before she settles in his lap again, his dick pressing firm against her thigh. It feels warmer than the rest of him, but still fairly cold. Mahito is nearly convinced he’s going to melt as their skin meets. He presses further against her until he’s pressing the side of his face against her chest.

He feels one of her arms snake around his head, likely to support herself and stay balanced while her other hand wraps around his shaft. Only a moment passes before she’s slowly sinking down on him and he’s suddenly overwhelmed with her warmth, though it still feels like it’s not nearly enough, nothing compared to what he believes lies ahead. He lets out a small sigh into her skin, his hands resting on her hips as she moves them slowly. It feels like agony, and he only gives her a second before he’s experimentally moving her hips for her, his large fingers digging into her hips hard enough for bruises to show the next morning. 

Kimiko runs a hair through Mahito’s hair, and curiously tugs on one of his ponytails, forcing his head back until he has no choice but to stare up at her. She gives him a little grin, and the sight makes him throb inside of her. She leans her head down and rests her forehead against his, shutting her eyes as she rocks her hips in the fast pace he’s chosen for them. She adds a bit more force into it, and lets out low moans, close enough that Mahito can feel her breath fanning across his face with every sound she makes for him. He keeps staring at her, and again mirrors her actions, moving his hips up into hers, and he feels excitement rush through his body at the bolt of pleasure the action brings. One hand slides up Kimiko’s back, pressing on her spine just hard enough to get her to arch it for him, seeming to get him even deeper than before.

“Oh, this has to be the best night of my life.” She tells him softly, almost quiet enough that he doesn’t catch it at first. Almost. Mahito can hear a buzzing suddenly, but he pays no mind to it, simply just continuing to thrust up into the pretty little human on his lap. He sprouts another arm, his third hand forcing her hand from his hair and making its way into her own. He tugs her hair like she had done to him, only now it’s to force her head down, rather than up.

“Yeah? Mind telling me why that is, hm?” Mahito grins as he thrusts into what seems to be a particularly sensitive spot for her, as both of her hands reach for his shoulders and she lets out a noise louder than before. He hits that spot again, and again, wanting to continue to draw those pretty sounds from her, even if it means she likely won’t answer his question. He’d rather listen to this anyway. She still does her best to answer, but ultimately crumbles, holding onto his shoulder as her thighs tense and tremble. 

Mahito is suddenly all too aware of the growing heat in the pit of his stomach, and he leans back against the couch, fucking up into her with far more force now as the tension in his stomach feels like it’s about to snap. “Oh, I feel like I’m going to burst.” He practically whimpers to her as he leans in to kiss her again, and she merely nods in agreement, her own orgasm only seconds away. He can’t focus on anything aside from how impossibly warm he feels and the bliss coursing through his veins as the pressure in him finally bursts. He stills, and Kimiko rocks her hips into him desperately, the feeling of him filling her up sending her straight over the edge. She grows nearly impossibly tight around him before she leans into his chest, staying still while they both take a moment to come down from their highs. 

After a few moments, Kimiko gets up, not wanting to get that intimate with her new friend by snuggling with him during a mere one night stand. She tugs on her underwear and her shirt, looking at Mahito in her half dressed state. “My bathroom is the first door on the left in the hallway, if you want to shower. I am going to go lay down though, my legs feel like jelly.” Kimiko sighs with a small giggle. “My bedroom is straight down the hallway if you want to stay the night, or you can sleep out here, either works.” And with that, she leaves Mahito to himself as she goes to lay down for the night. 

[starvember]

little! daisy jones in rehab hc below the cut

tw: a tiny bit angsty / sad but it doesn't last long, mention of / implied previous drug use

way longer then intended TT it just kept going

daisy's already at her wits end in chicago. she knows she needs professional help but the thought of leaving everyone safe behind, even for a little while, scares her.

the big fight everyone had in ep 10? in my head it was about everyone being worried about daisy's wellbeing and having different opinions on how to help.

as much as billy wants to continue the tour, he sees too much of himself in daisy, so insists that she should get professional help. camila + karen (as sad as she is to think about daisy being gone) agree.

graham has always tried his best to understand the addiction, but can't no matter how hard he tries. daisy's been fine since the accident in miami, why can't she just continue? he's on the fence.

warren just ultimately wants to see daisy better and being her happy little self again. he misses picking on her and her trying to get him back :((

eddie does not want daisy to go to rehab because theyve finally got their big break and he doesnt want to see it ruined. again. insists daisy's being dramatic and that she's fine and everyone is coddling her way too much.

of course daisy does end up going to rehab after billy explains it isnt that scary, and camila and karen promise to call her everyday. daisy's their brave little girl and theyre sososo proud of daisy for making such a scary, big choice.

as much as daisy tries to stay big, she has trouble doing so, and so karen colors daisy a pretty picture of the two and their favorite stuffies while daisy watches her.

its her and daisy holding hands with karen's stuffed dragon (that daisy bought karen as a present) and daisy's favorite bunny rabbit.

"s'yous can hang it on the wall" karen would tell daisy as she presents the picture "and s'yous won't miss me!"

and the gesture makes daisy feel so happy and so sad at the same time. she nearly cries and karen runs to get cami and billy.

mama cami just quietly scoots into bed next to daisy and hugs her tight. she rocks daisy back and forth and tells daisy that she's so proud of her lil birdy for being so brave. mama reminds daisy that its okay to ask for help and it doesn't make daisy weak. they stay like that until daisy falls asleep in camila's lap.

in the morning, daisy wakes up to the band insisting they want to say bye. simone meets them at the airport and promises to take care of daisy all the way to the rehab center.

when daisy finally gets there, she's exhausted and feels sick and wants nothing more than to lay down. she's over all the doctors asking these hard questions she can't comprehend fully and wants nothing more than to lay in bed.

when she opens her suitcase to unpack, she finds karen's drawing + her big green dragon laying on top. camila slipped a polaroid of the band in there with 'we love you, birdy <3' written in red sharpie on the back.

daisy's first thought is of little karen who gets fussy when she doesn't have her stuffie, but there isnt anything daisy can do either. so she takes the dragon out and mentally promises both him and karen to take care of the stuffie and to return him in a few months.

and now her bunny doesnt have to be without it's best friend either, which makes daisy feel just slightly better.

at night, daisy finds herself always feeling too small and too big at the same time. she misses karen and mama cami. she misses everyone.

every day, daisy gets three ten minute phonecalls. (something about special rockstar privileges) in the morning, its graham and billy. sometimes, even eddie joins. in the afternoon, its warren followed by karen who's whole purpose is to cheer daisy up. at night its mama cami calling to check in with her birdy. sometimes, billy joins in and asks daisy how she's doing. talking to cami makes her soso tiny, so before cami talks, billy checks in with big daisy. makes sure the staff are being nice or else, and it usually makes daisy laugh.

they send her pictures in the mail, and occasionally will replenish her tai tea supply. they always make sure daisy is taken care of.

when its time for daisy to go home, billy and cami meet her at the center. they both insist there's no way they could let daisy navigate a big scary airport by herself. daisy, who feels like she hasn't been allowed to be small in months, bursts into tears on the spot.

(maybe eddie was kinda right when he called daisy dramatic. only kinda.)

once daisy has some real food in her, being with mama cami and billy (who daisy affectionately tried to call papa and left billy embarrassed) has cheered her up enough that she's smiling and holding their hands while they walk.

daisy sleeps so hard on the plane!!

once home, the first thing daisy does is find karen so she can give her back her dragon.

"thank you for letting me borrow him. made mes feel s' safe."

karens happy to have her best friend back and that she looks happy and healthy, and that her dragon did a good job of protecting daisy.

the second thing daisy does is let mama cami fix her a bottle and braid her hair before going to sleep. (billy, who insists hes only indulging daisy, plays the guitar for her and lulls her to sleep by singing.)

[lexa-griffins]

Clarke is stressed so she books a massage with Lexa. She didn't know she booked a special massage that came with a happy ending 😏

It is such a nice massage place. It was highly recommended when Clarke asked around, even ravengave it a raving review after booking in some massages for her leg.

So Clarke makes an appointment with a Lexa, someone who seems to be preferred by the ladies, with some great reviews about how she had magic hands. And god does Clarke need some magic hands with the stress of the hospital.

It has the same things any other fancy massage place she's seen. The generic spa music, the slightly obnoxious smell of oils and the quietness Clarke has forgotten could exist.

She's on a massage bed with a towel over her body, trying not to fall asleep with the masseuse enters. Her white uniform a copy of all the others she's seen while here, but on her, it seems to clinge just enough on her hips, the long legs making it look shorter than it truly is. And when she talks, softly and quietly welcoming Clarke, she's immediately enamored with the pretty green eyes and sharp jaw that pair so beautifully with puffy red lips and brown hair neatly tied in a bun. Regardless of how good she is with her hands, Clarke can already say the trip was well worth it just so see this goddess of a woman.

However, Lexa is just as good with her hands as the reviews bragged. Clarke must have moaned and groan more times while Lexa worked on her muscles than she has while fucking anyone ever.

Lexa chuckled at some point, telling her how tense she seemed to be, and Clarke managed some slurred explanation about being a ER doctor and patients and nerves that doesnt matter at all now because Lexa hands feel soooo good on her inner tight that Clarke could fucking cum from it.

She shouldn't have thought at that. Because the towel that covers her crotch has decided to erect a very sturdy tent.

An apology in on her lips, right about to come out but instead what leaves her is a moan as Lexa's very professional hands wrap around her dick and move up and down, adding just the right amount of pressure to her fist.

"Its alright, just lay back and I'll get you sorter." Lexa reassures her, continuing her movements.

She moves with expertise, a hand on her shaft while the other ventures down, and Clarke wonders if she ever had anyone play with her balls while giving her a handjob.

She's starting to understand just why people were so eager to praise Lexa for her massages and how good she is with her hands.

She cums in record time. Lexa surely knows what she's doing.

She opens her eyes finally, still shaken with her orgasn to see Lexa looking mesmerized as the cum drips from the dip of Clarke's cock and down her shaft, seemingly unaware Clarke is staring at her. And Clarke finds it immensely too hot.

Not quite as hot as when Lexa's dips her head forward and licks a drop of cum as it makes its way down Clarke's softning dick, a glazed stare to her eyes as she closes her mouth to taste her.

"Oh fuck." Clarke whispers. She's hard again.

This time, she doesn't have time to apologize before her dick is inside Lexa's mouth, head bobbing up and down, her puffy red lips looking far too good around Clarke's dick for her to be able to look away.

It turns out Lexa's just as good with her mouth as she is with her hands.

She's cumming again in no time, forcing her eyes to keep open just so she can watch as Lexa swallows her fully, not a drop hitting the paper bellow Clarke.

Her dick leaves Lexa's mouth with a pop and the girl licks her lips with a smile, "the swallowing is usually extra, but I enjoyed it too much to charge you for it."

Clarke lets her head fall on the bed with a tud, feeling as relaxed and as satisfied as she could be. Lexa bids her goodbye as if nothing had happened and Clarke leaves the room in her robe terrified her legs will give out at any moment, a look of pure bliss on her face.

As she pays up at the counter - and realizes Lexa's little service is costing her a hundred bucks more than she planned on spending - Lexa walks by behind her, a final goodbye before telling her "I hope to see you again!".

Clarke works a stressful job, you know. Before the month ends, Clarke finds herself on the massage bed again, not bothering with the towel this time around.

[evilguywhoisevil]

harukAUTISM? its more likely than you think

he has not been formally diagnosed up until being in zool, as

kujo does not know or care much about autism.

neither does his grandmother, and she wouldn't be able to take him any specialist appointments either.

haruka only gets diagnosed in the first place because his PCP has seen him long enough to recognize his autistic tendencies (quick to frustration, difficulty with expressing emotion/communication, nervous avoiding eye contact, "immature" for his age, etc) and suggest he see a specialist.

he would ruminate on it for a bit, and would open up slightly after being prodded to because touma noticed he was feeling nervous. haruka doesn't state that its an autism diagnosis he's seeking- haruka isn't 100% certain that he even has autism in the first place (he doesn't know much about it), and he doesn't wanna look like an idiot if it turns out he doesn't.

so he goes to the specialist right. alone. which makes him nervous, and especially since he's the oldest patient there. (he can't seek an adult diagnosis yet, and the only doctors office within range is aimed at young children and toddlers).

by a stroke of luck, the doctor he sees actually can recognize autism in teenagers, and is easy to talk to. haruka still has to be probed a bit, as otherwise he wouldn't report traits that he has because he's autistic. ('huh??? most people can tolerate clashing fabric textures and temperatures *without* feeling constant discomfort and pain?? what do you mean teens my age don't cry so easily??? n-not that i cry *that* often!')

some sessions pass. they're kinda expensive but haruka is learning so much and is both relieved he has answers and is frustrated he just didn't know this sooner. ('it's his fault, right? i mean, the doctor mentioned a lot of people turn to online support groups if they don't have anyone else to talk to about autism... he could have done something like that and saved himself so much issues...')

he opens up about the nature of the sessions to touma- after a few sessions, zool would have known he has doctors visits *for something* but would not have cared enough to ask for more information. (before zool becomes real friends obviously). the thing is, touma talks loud. not on purpose. haruka tells him to keep it down (he doesnt want anyone else to know just yet). unfortunately, someone does overhear. torao. he didnt hear much, but he did hear touma ask haruka how long he's known about the autism. (not super long, haruka would reply). torao knows very little about autism outside of the times hes heard the related slur used as an insult. even then he hasnt heard that term much. what torao *does* know is that autism is a 'disease', and given how often harukas been going to the doctor for a while it must be at least somewhat serious... it is in these circumstances that torao makes a fatal error of assuming that autism and aneurysms are related in someway due to how theyre spelled and pronounced. he also doesnt know what an aneurysm is, only that its lethal. later that day, after zool is done practicing their choreography (which torao struggled with, distracted by the idea that haruka has some kind of fatal disease), torao talks to haruka in private. haruka does not know why this is happening or why torao is so serious for once. torao offers to cover any medications, visits, or hospital stays haruka needs. ('did he find out', haruka thinks, 'but how?! i was so careful to be quiet about it. touma must have told him, jerk... but why would i need a hospital stay...?') it is not until torao also offers to help haruka experience more adult things (alcohol and women mostly) in case he doesnt make it long enough to experience himself is that haruka suspects something is seriously wrong. 'gross! dont just bring those up for no reason', haruka begins, 'and im not- why are you acting like im dying??' torao frowns. sure, he doesnt know haruka well (at this point in time), and what he does know about haruka paints him as a childish, immature teenager, but hes still a kid. he hasnt even had the chance to grow up, and he doesnt have any guardians that hes mentioned that would be able to properly care for him. haruka is trying to navigate having a terminal condition (the deadly disease known as autism aka an aneurysm which is definitely a progressive illness and not something you die very quickly from) all by himself. hes not that heartless, of course torao would want to help him out. now more so since haruka seems adamant on pretending like nothing is wrong. torao just shakes his head at harukas response, tells him he doesnt have to explain the details if he doesnt want to yet and that he wont pry. haruka is still terribly confused and hopes that torao isnt doing some weird form of pity towards his autism... or that torao thinks hes dying. unfortunately, ryou, out of the goodness of his heart (and not out of boredom and desire to torment them in a group setting) was there to pickup his favorite idol group and invite them to a delicious dinner at his apartment! they'll come, right? its not like they have anything better to do, right? it's not like they'll be somewhere where he can't find them, right?

he has minami and touma but goes back with them into the dance room to get haruka and torao (he notes those two don't interact on their own very much, this must be something secretive? how fun!) and the three of them end up overhearing the entire conversation.

ryou is mad. its not like he cares about harukas health that much, but he put in so much effort into finding and training his guy to be an anti-idol and he's just gonna die!? asshole, how could he just leave like this. (at least when momo did it, he wasn't on the verge of death).

touma cannot hide his shock, and probably ends up barging into the room koolaid man style. 'HUH??? ISUMI YOU'RE DYING???' minami is considerably less emotional but is still visibly worried (as much as she can she's willing to show at least). haruka starts sputting out a defense, a clarification, an insult- his brain takes too long to decide what he will say and ryou cuts him off. basically blames haruka for dying and starts whining that itll be so hard to find another boar in his place and that he could have at least waited until they finished doing their upcoming music video. touma reasonably gets mad at ryou for this and asks what the hell is wrong with him and ryou threatens him with murder (again) and is getting the sickest side eye from minami and torao. haruka just blurts out that he ISN'T dying and he cant believe that everyone in this room is so incredibly stupid (minami will remember this) to think of something so crazy when all he has is AUTISM! and immediate regret. ryou gives haruka a distinct look, probably disgust and annoyance. minami is quietly relieved, touma is overtly relived, and torao doesn't feel any better until after ryou says 'that's it? but i was looking forward to seeing you in a hospital bed! you got my hopes up for nothing, all you idols are the same.' and his mood is sooo sour that he doesn't even want to torment zool *at that moment* (the plans he had for dinner wouldn't be good enough at this point for the level of disappointment he feels) and ends up ditching all 4 of them. torao, who is still somewhat unaware, asks why ryou was disappointed when haruka still has a 'disease' and then has to be explained by all 3 of his bandmates that autism doesn't kill you. ('and stop talking about it like it's contagious! ugh, you're so dumb sometimes you make touma look smart.' -haruka).

[pastanest]

if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @iamburdened - thanks so much!! ♡

Daryl Dixon x she/her!reader

spoilers: set in season 6

warning: this is kind of an age-gap fic?? it’s not solely about that, but that’s referenced

Never Wondered?

Unfortunately, it wasnt an uncommon occurrence. Being one of the few young and single women in Alexandria, you gained far more attention than you wanted, and from all the wrong people.

Daryl watches from his porch as Spencer approaches you, and he scoffs, shaking his head and looking away. He doesnt want to see another guy get shutdown, it really is embarrassing for them. This isnt the first time Spencer has tried it either, clearly last time you werent harsh enough, which means this time you’ll pull out all the stops to make sure he gets the message. However, Daryl cant ever keep his gaze from you for long, and his eyes seem to drift back to you at the perfect time. Spencer puts his hand on your waist, and you slap it away, stepping back from him with a deep set frown on your face. Daryl is at your side in an instant, both to protect you and also to save Spencer’s ass, because he has no idea what you’re capable of. Your face softens when you look up at Daryl, like it always does.

“Leave her alone man, she aint in’erested.” Daryl grumbles, trying to lead you away from Spencer, and you gladly accept his invitation away from the situation. Until Spencer opens his big, stupid mouth again.

“I could treat you better than some old redneck.”

You stop dead in your tracks, the silence that falls after Spencer’s quiet, muttering words almost eery. Movements so slow they’re scary, you turn back around to face Spencer.

“What the fuck did you just say?” You call out, voice loud, wanting to make sure you heard him right.

Daryl stares at you worriedly, knowing from previous experience with guys testing your patience in front of him that your tone means you’re about to wreck house, but he’s unsure why. Sure, Spencer just disrespected Daryl in front of you, but he only insulted Daryl for being older than you, which he is, but in the position of your boyfriend, which he isnt. The two of you are close, you’ve been close for years, but you’ve always just been friends.

Spencer’s eyes widen, he hadnt expected you to hear him.

“I said-“ He begins, but you cut him off.

“You’re really stupid enough to repeat that shit to my face? Nah.” You shake your head, taking three quick strides towards him before your swift right hook cracks his jaw, forcing Spencer to the floor him.

Without a second thought, you kick Spencer onto his back and straddle his chest, punching him in the face one more time for good measure, then gripping his collar. He stares up at you with fear in his eyes, and you’re about to say more, but Daryl’s arms wrap around you from behind and pull you off of him. It doesnt take you long to figure out why he’d stopped you, Deanna and Rick are running down the street. Rick runs to you, while Deanna crouches down beside her piss baby son. She looks to you for an explanation, Daryl still holding you back.

“Sorry Deanna, but quite frankly this particular son of yours is a spineless little bitch. If he tries anything with Daryl or I again, he’ll regret it.” You tell her confidently, unafraid of what her response will be; you wont lie for someone like that just to keep your residency safe.

Deanna nods knowingly, sighing. “Sorry, I know he can be a little much. I already told him you two were an item, thought that’d take him off the scent, but...apparently I was mistaken. On his behalf, I apologise.” She says, looking up at you sincerely, and you nod at her in acceptance.

Rick lifts your hands, examining your bloody knuckles as he laughs. “You’d better go see the doctor.”

You smile at him. “Ya think that’s bad, take a look at the other guy.”

Rick laughs harder and pats your shoulder, ushering you and Daryl away. Much like many other occasions, your best friend has stayed silent during all of this, and he stays silent during the walk to the infirmary, but for some reason it feels like this time around he has something he wants to say, he just doesnt know how.

As soon as you step inside, Denise tosses Daryl an icepack, which he immediately passes to you.

“Oh, sorry, I heard the commotion outside and when you walked in I assumed Daryl had been the other guy.” Denise apologises guilty, and you grin at her.

“No worries, I beat him to it.” You nudge Daryl gently and he huffs at you.

Holding the icepack to your knuckles, Denise gestures for you to sit down, and she examines your wounds.

“A few split knuckles and some intense bruising, but no breaks. You knew what you were doing!” She chuckles, and you wink at her.

“Always do!”

You and Denise make casual conversation for a few minutes until she’s called outside to deal with a kid that’s fallen over pretty badly, leaving you and Daryl alone.

For maybe another minute, silence fills the room. The two of you have often enjoyed comfortable silences together, it was one of the many reliefs of befriending you: Daryl always knew you didnt expect him to talk, he liked that. However, after mulling over his words since the moment you defended him, Daryl finds what he wants to say.

“Why’d ya do that for me but not for yerself?” He asks, causing you to look up at him from across the room.

You smile. “When some guy is making me uncomfortable, I have a somewhat instinctive fear of what could happen. But when anyone, anyone at all, so much as gives you a dirty look? I’ll lose my shit, and that’s a promise.”

Daryl frowns, more confused than he was prior to your explanation. “Why?”

You shrug. “‘Cause you’re always the one to protect others, it’s about time somebody offered to protect you.”

Daryl scoffs, feeling somewhat defensive all of a sudden. “Can handle myself.”

Those kind eyes coax him back out of his shell. “Never said you couldnt, but that doesnt mean you shouldnt feel safe and protected too.”

Nothing else is said after that. When Dennise eventually returns, she apologises for forgetting to tell you that you’re free to go, but she isnt confused as to why Daryl’s still with you. Everyone here knows that if they ever need to find him, he’s never far from you. The two of you wordlessly head to your separate houses, Daryl feeling guilty for not thanking you, but you knowing he’s grateful without him having to tell you.

The next day, Daryl’s back on his porch when Spencer approaches you again. This time you’re further away, so Daryl stands up and slowly edges closer. Not too close to be obvious, but close enough to jump in if you need him. You stand with your arms crossed, nodding your way through Spencer’s clearly rehearsed speech that he definitely didnt come up with on his own. The speech takes so long that Daryl debates going and sitting back down for a minute, but then it ends, and you start responding.

“Oh, cool, you’re giving me a second to speak now? Much appreciated.” Uh-oh, Daryl recognises the sharpness in your voice, Spencer’s in for it now. You take a step closer to him, standing almost toe to toe, and despite being shorter than him, you somehow tower over him. “Let me just clarify that I dont give a shit about the apology your mom made you memorise, I appreciate her efforts, but I do not forgive you. So, for once in your life do the smart thing and read the fucking room: stay the hell away from Daryl, or I will beat your ass.” You pause, standing up on your tiptoes and grinning at him right in his sorry little face. “Again.”

You dont give Spencer the chance to reply, you just flip him off, but with the back of your middle finger literally pressing against his nose.

With that, you walk away, spotting Daryl almost immediately and smiling at him, your smile totally different than it had been when talking to Spencer, who’s walking away looking shell shocked.

“Thanks.” Daryl says shyly, avoiding your eyes.

You grin up at him. “No need to thank me, I know you’d do the same for me.”

Daryl shrugs your kindness off as per usual as he flops back down on the porch. “Yeah, but ‘s different.”

You raise an eyebrow and sit down beside him. “Why is it different?”

Daryl keeps his gaze locked on his raised knees as he wraps his arms around them loosely. “Im s’posed to defend you, s’posed to defend myself, too.”

You sigh dramatically, causing Daryl to look at you. “Well, if you’re sticking to all those outdated stereotypes of a gentleman, what does that leave me to do for you?” Daryl shrugs, and you ever so casually rest your head on his shoulder. “I dont need you to defend me at every opportunity because I know that you always would, you have nothing to prove to me, Daryl. I know you’re a gentleman.”

Daryl’s voice softens. “Ya aint got nothin’ to prove t’ me neither.”

You shake your head against his shoulder. “See, that’s where you’re wrong. A gentleman deserves to have his honour defended, and I know for a fact you’ve never really had anyone protect you before.”

Daryl huffs. “Had Merle.”

You sigh. “Yeah, exactly.” You loop your arm under his as it stays firmly wrapped around his knee, you hold onto his bicep. “You’ve never had anyone to protect you, and just because you’ve convinced yourself you dont need that, doesnt mean you wouldnt like it. You deserve to feel safe, you arent alone, Daryl. I’ve got your back.” As if to emphasise the meaning behind your words, you turn your head to kiss his shoulder, and Daryl tenses up.

“Spencer was wrong.” He says, and you nod.

“I know, he was completely out of line.” You agree, but Daryl shakes his head.

“Naw, he aint wrong in what he said about me, but he was wrong with what he meant by it.” Daryl says, and your arm leaves his as you sit up straight and turn to face him with an intense frown on your face.

“And what did he mean?” You ask him, like you dont already know.

Daryl fidgets awkwardly. “Y’know, he thought...same as what Deanna thought.”

You raise an eyebrow. “And what would be so bad if they were right? Because I can tell you now, Spencer was wrong in absolutely everything he said; he referred to aspects of you that would in no way make you a bad partner, to anyone, but especially not to me!”

Daryl turns to you, searching your eyes. “Whaddaya mean?”

Your face softens into a gentle smile. “Daryl, we are both adults, you being older than me makes no difference. Your accent and the things you know as a result of where you came from are all things I find incredibly hot, quite frankly. There isnt a single aspect of you that implies you would be a bad boyfriend, or that you wouldnt treat me well. In fact, I firmly believe that no woman could be treated better by any man than you.” You tell him, and Daryl has to avoid your eyes, the sincerity in your words being too much for him. You giggle at his reaction, resting your head back on his shoulder. “You never wondered why I dont correct people when they think we’re together?”

Daryl is quiet as he chews on his lip, debating his choice of words before he answers. “Never wondered why I dont neither?”

At that, you giggle again, turning to place another kiss on his shoulder as you loop your arm back under his. “Nope.”

Daryl smiles, and the two of you fall into another one of your comfortable silences, sat on his porch and staring at nothing in particular.

Somehow, you’d wiggled your way right into Daryl’s heart, and by the looks of things, you showed no sign of leaving. Much to his own surprise, and what he’s sure would also be Merle’s amusement, Daryl doesnt seem to mind one bit.

[mejomonster]

Okay so. My ability to focus is weak af recently. Regardless, gonna liveblog if I do manage to read ToT. I found Huai Dao Way of Evil on one of ur recommendations, as an older priest novel that kinda felt like the rough first try at the vibe Modu would nail later? (Also i have heard in reviews its uh best case cringe worst case insensitive at handling mental health issues which... modu handles so well and nuanced so, i mean i guess worst case at least things improved? But ive ran into enough (unfortunately) novels that handle the topic shittily that i hope im kind of hardened to it. Like i suspect sci mystery probably handles mental stuff suckily but im still gonna give it a shot one day for its other qualities, etc.) Anyway back to my point: huai dao may not be lets say up to spec of "wow one of my new top fave stories ever" like modu was. But hey! Still lets go on this journey! See how skills evolved, see what ideas were older and got cherished and improved ya know. (Also reasons id love to read Iterant Doctor and The Blue Seal by priest).

Also? Frankly. I love a good murder mystery. I read the first few pages. And already I can tell, at least writing style wise, ill like huai dao more than In The Dark (sorry ITD i just dont click as much style wise). Huai Dao doesnt open on a scary or mysterious scene to make me wonder whats going on: which Lie Huo Jiao Chou, Zhenhun, Modu, and Can Ci Pin all do fairly quickly (and its a good choice from my perspective lol as it gets me sucked in). But it does open with solid CHARACTERS. A couple pages in and i already have a much firmer Feel of the characters than 100 pages of In The Dark. I can tell the police girl has some vibes in common with Zhu Hong and Lang Qiao (but priest just loves a few certain Types in the investigator work groups), but she also distincrly doesnt have a Little Sister big mouth vibe of Lang Qiao and also doesnt have a cold judging but fond vibe like Zhu Hong, she feels distinct enough for me to get a sense of her as unique (something i think priest does well that... again ITD just did not really give me until maybe halfway thru book 1). The main chief boss seems a lot like ITD's chief, and Modu's. Except modu even early on had hints the chief had secrets, was a certain social class and tied to powerful city people. This chief, at least on opening pages, seems more close and friendly to his entire team and closer to their level.

And the main guy. Shen Yexi. On first impression, oh boy. I like him. Hes around my age, he got shot and just got cleared to come back to work. The setup is standard for many a mirder mystery and danmei crime novel (Poyun and In The Dark open similarly, its just a common setup). But immediately i can tell who he is on some level. He's friendly but not nearly in the way Zhao Yunlan is (not charismatic and big) and not in the show offy almost perfotmance Keep In Control way Luo Wenzhou is. He exudes a certain Serious nature (more like shen wei maybe? If anything) but also is sincere to people he considers somewhat close (like his team). Again, i deeply appreciate the way priest can immediately establish at least some specific sense of character quite quickly. Ive read bits of a few other novels lately that couldnt do that as fast, and for me unique characters i can really grasp goes a Long way into holding my attention.

Shen Yexi is about my age, as stubborn as me, probably too much of a workaholic and a touch too sincere about doing what hes intending to do (at least on first impression). And i can tell im gonna like him. As the 3rd case solving murders type priest story ive checked out (after zhenhun and modu), i was a bit worried the lead might feel like a less refined version of zhao yunlan or luo wenzhou or tao ran. Happy to say, so far, he does not. (Tao ran may be closest in temperment but... fei du and luo wenzhous point of views painted tao ran as so perfect and put on a pedestal of normal sweet noble Great that Shen Yexi just has NONE of tao rans vibe).

Anyway, expect more commentary at some point.

Btw I am reading The Way of Evil 坏道 on WOC Translations, the translation is complete:

[effrvsnt107]

tenamy anon ☝️ i was wondering if in your vision for them amy was here when he regenerates into eleven or the angel thing happened before that. if its the latter then i think the doctor's "seeing" her for the last time while dying would go even crazier, imagine like she's touching his face while he still says he doesnt wanna go

OMG TENAMY ANON I MISSED YOU, MWAH MWAH! I hope you don't mind me rambling.

I always imagined Amy would leave before Ten regenerated. Punch him while he's down and convulsing on the floor, you know? He would experience the loss of another companion being ripped away from him. I think it would invoke some Doomsday flashbacks, where he is helpless as he can never see his beloved companion again. This time however, you get the comfort and the curse of the build up. Unlike Doomsday, it is Amy's choice, and more hauntingly he has to stand there and allow it.

YOUR VISION! HEARTBREAKING! I share it too, I'm not sure what would happen for him to regenerate, but to come into his TARDIS (like TEOT) scared of dying to see Amy, and while he's glowing golden, her hand is on his face soothing him. I think he'd actually start crying rather than just teary eyes, not only because he would die with someone (I think he this he deserves after all he's done), but he'd be aware she isn't real. When the Doctor regenerates he tells people to stand back because it would hurt them, but he would allow her ghost to touch him as he dies. Maybe he'd even reach his flaming hand out to her face like Eleven did, for extra heartbreak factor. He'd be scared he might hurt her but does it anyway, which I think would capture their whole hypothetical dynamic (never listen to About You by The 1975 while imagining this, I'm tearing up at this shit).

I think it would also be tragic on his end, to have to live without her. I feel like if Ten specially was Amy's Doctor, I'm not sure how he'd react to that. Defiantly not well. We have seen Ten lose companions, and when he can't fix it he typically goes full on god-complex. Not sure how you see their timeline tenamy anon, but I see him going through his post-TLV arc with her. Because fuck it, I love TLV, I think Ten is at his most interesting when he is being an arse. Would Amy make him better or worse? There's a case for both.

Going back to the other vision you said about Amy seeing him regenerate into Eleven, I think that would basically be a sort of tenrose but worse (in a good way). Eleven's companion is Amy Pond and that is a fact, so in this hypothetical tenamy au, he would either be born out of a sense of devotion to her or be born out of mourning for her. I find the mourning more interesting, though. Eleven would be Amy's ideal match (born into the role), but he would also be completely aware her death is a fixed point. The base of his identity is shattered and gone because no matter how much he yearns for it, Amy can never come back.

Sorry if i rambled too much, I hope you don't completely hate what I see. Living tenamy would be cosmic joy, fucked up borderline religion towards each other punctuated by the repeated spiritual murder-suicide. Dying tenamy would be loss of innocence, identity issues and devastation. Because they'd know its coming, they are just doing everything to delay the inevitable. The Doctor runs away, and she'd get the chance to run with him, but eventually everything he is running from will catch up to her (like it does everyone) drag her away, leaving him running alone. Unlike others, Amy would know she was going to be dragged away and accepted it with open arms.

Tenamy anon, please I am begging you to impart your visions (and future ones) onto me. We are like the only two tenamy's in the world and we need to stick together. This inspired me, so I'm going to do something tenamy related now. Take care!!

[monards]

hi snuggle muffin

so you said Alicia is mysterious right now but like..how?? i played the game and this bitch is just kinda open. like,, dead gf, mean, somehow has gray hair. everything kinda checks out so like maybe explain a little more???? also,, what is she to bureaucracy?? bc she seems to not like him very much. oh and, what happened with beargrass and his family? since they were like. rude gazillionares or whatever

hiiii electtra; ilysm fooor this ask because i love the chance to be a little annoyying about my favorite mean women (even though you just made me go through hell with your other one.)

youre absolutely right about her being open, but the thing is that it feels more like the false-openness. Like, realistically,, the player really only knows most this stuff from context clues!! Techincally, she never techincally admitted to having a dead gf, but beaford literally just made a wlw and dried lilys joke and alicia freezed up like a fish out of water. So. You sorta realize.

Also, we really only know tidbits of her motives and stuff, but thats it. theyre only small bits. She has a board in the office about a hotel incident from three years ago; is it just a random story? Is it something she was apart of? Did dried lily girl die in it? What about it ??? ALICIIA PLEASE!!!!!! Plus, her motives to bringing Beaford back on the surface ARE what she says it is. Repay for making Alicia go through that shit because he got possessed by some demon. But also; he's probably one of the first examples of the supernatural ACTUALLY being the supernatural in her experince. And what do we know she is?? Skepticle of the super natural. So seeing a whole ass demon possess this really pathetic college drop out is defiently something Alicia finds horribly important considering shes searching for some proof to the super natural. Because really guys.. do you think Alicia Wilkershire went to her highschool guidance counselor sayng she wanted to be an ordained minister and excorist? Yeah, no. That is NOT how it works!!!!!

Alsoooo, i think her and beaford have both a really complicated and a really simple relationship simultaneously. Because on one hand; they are what they are on the surface. Beaford works for Alicia to pay back for the shit he pulled with that demon possession thing. On the other hand; there's WAY more than that.

Alicia is not a very warm and kind person, by like, any means. She's over six feet tall, spicaze herself described her as mean, and she literally repeteadly kicks at beaford WHILE HES DOWN even after the demon stopped possessing him actively. But shes seen being at least a lot kinder with beaford. She watched that one anime with him not even a month into knowing him (even if she bemoans it, actively) and even went far enough to find a reedeeming quality in it (I.E the fashion) !!!!! She lets him poke fun at him (even though, to be fair, she absolutely decks him everytime he does.) And to be frank; this is not stuff that Alicia do with just any person. We can tell shes awkward with most clients; but even when first meeting beaford, she was way more casual and comofortably speaking then she does with Naomi (who she has to lean back on Beaford to talk to !!!!)

Obviously this doesnt take away fromt he fact Alicia IS still a bit (very) mean to beaford. But it's just. Way different from how she treats others. Which is why I'm very convinced its because Beaford reminds her of dried lily girl; especially consdering the aspect of how they have VERY similar speech traits and personailities in regards to Alicia (Poking fun at her, seeing her differently than others do, etc..) especially consdering the conversation we see in the knife ending where Alicia is (presumably) speaking to dried lily in the after life.

Also. I'm pretty sure its canon that Beaford just up and left without saying anything. His family is obviously very rigid in the fact that theyre all doctors and expect the same from Beaford. Plus considering his shock at seeing the photo of him and sister still in his sisters room-- I can really only presume his home life wasn't really the best. So him just up and leaving isnt too shocking/unwarranted

Anyways I really lvoe these two and i'll probably make a post later about them. Thank you Electra. Your sins have been forgiven.

[galaxysharks]

Much like the proverbial boomerang, my love of beautiful women who scare me has once again returned to the one being in this world that should have made even my asexual ass realize the gay thoughts weren't going to go away: Samus Aran.

And because I am the way I am, and am also thoroughly unmedicated, I have developed a game story three sections deep within the span of a few minutes. Full disclosure, it's been a hot second, like Metroid: Corruption era-ish and I have forgotten a lot, so don't come at me for canonical discrepancies.

I mean do, cause I want to know, but don't be an ass about it.

Anyway, onto the 'theory'?

Prologue:

Tutorial has player as classic fully upgraded Samus making tar out of a massive flood of enemies. Learn basic maneuvers, basic puzzle features, possible crafting, ect.

Tutorial ends with epic boss fight with some alien/robot that has ice/cold based attacks, because I remember that due to freaky alien DNA splicing, Samus doesn't handle cold very well. Samus technically wins but appears to be killed in the process as her suit is entangled in debris and flooded with coolant.

Some time jump later

Act 1

Cut scene opens to landing crew of a research ship docking at the remains of the 'final resting place' of the legendary Samus Aran. There are three people. They are talking to an admiral about the mission to research Arans power suit, as a way to combat the now growing issue of the alien/robot forces that she died fighting.

Admiral: just look for any remains of the suit, we can figure out funeral details once your back at the main ship.

Crew 1 (Doctor/Medic) : Understood. I will stay with the drop ship and coordinate while Lighter and Slip search the facility. Slip, take the upper floors, Lighter, bottom floors, move out.

Now the player controls Lighter, he is a thin man,5'6, and probably a little bit too excited to see the famous suit up close. His whole thing is fire and plasma weapons, but he is very weak compared to Tutorial! Samus, kind of to simulate Metroids whole, 'loose your gear and backtrack' thing.

Players go through a very destroyed facility, but are clearly taking a different path onto the building than in the tutorial, so there are still enemies to deal with.

Makes it into the boss chamber, and to his utter glee, the suit is more or less fully together, suspended in wires and debris. He has been lighting oil puddles on fire to provide light, and also warming up the room which is frigid from rampant coolant leaks. Very carefully cuts the chest plate and helmet in half, but halfway through the chest plate, he notices that the dead legend is staring at him, and not in the dead way.

Proceeds to nearly shit himself, as 6'3 Aran slowly shakes off dust and collapses out of the suit. Now in heavily damaged Zero suit, Samus growls at him and uses Lighter's torch to cut off the handcannon from her suit and it's power box.

While this is happening, Lighter is panic-calling Medic to help him.

Lighter: wholly shit, Medic, Shit shit shit shit....

Medic: is Aran functional? Does she recognize who she is?

Lighter: I don't know, I havent gotten to that just yet.

Medic: you didn't talk to the woman whose armor you cut to pieces?

Lighter: I did! But she doesnt seem to want to chat. She's hissed at me twice though. I told her we could get her off this planet.

Medic: So a giant genetically enhance soldier who is possibly incoherent and definitely feral now is alone with you and has your weapon? Brilliant, look just get her here, and I'll take over, I need to recall Slip. And call the admiral.

This part of the game is almost like a reverse escort mission. Since the objectives come from medic, they lead back the way Lighter came, but Samus has decided to ignore that entirely and starts limping back her way. Lighter tries unsuccessfully to get her to go towards the ship. Citing her extensive injuries and the prospect of a shower.

Samus does pause at that one, but then notices a waterfall nearby and stands under that instead.

They make it back to Samus's ship but set off alarms in the process. Samus throws on a back up suit prototype and glares at Lighter before tossing the upper body of a different one at him, as he does not exactly have the legs needed to wear the full thing.

Players now control Samus as the two fight their way back to the drop ship. Solving two-person puzzles and beating back the hoards of aliens/robots that have now woken up.

They teach the ship, Medic helps them aboard while Slip pilots.

Slip (turning around): soooo, what do we do with the demon nest we disturbed.

Samus looks at her armor, and presses a button, causing her ship in the facility to explode massively, taking the place with it.

Slip: I guess that works. Setting a course for Main ship.

[floofyfluff]

4:18 am summary of me taking a holiday/snow day shift for extra pay. since i have officially finished with my day job as of 1 pm. is that:

cw death and just like. literally every day i desire to kill the concept of god more

i am a moron. how did i forget where i came from in 6 months. it's so cold and its december which means that everyone is dying. 🎶 its the most wonderful time of the year 🎶 the hap-happiest season of all!!!🎶

god does not exist and he does not love you and i wish you would stop giving him credit for work the rest of us are doing. while blaming us for everything else. i GET that you're devastated i DO but hm i guess actually its my fault i didn't see your grandma's atherosclerosis 3 years ago. thanks. yeah its my fault shes dead. i would really love for a medic to show up but unfortunately they're all busy with the people who might be salvageable right now. a doctor??? LMA fucking O that's not going to help. no amount of epi would help here. i'm breaking ribs as a performance rn. my partner has been here for 2 weeks i've never met her before she's visibly developing a panic disorder. she could be more helpful but also it doesn't matter so whatever. i'm just sitting here until med control can call official tod. which they should have called an appropriate crew here to do before we got here. no shockable rhythm here this is exclusively to make you feel better. which i cannot stress enough i would be very willing to do bc i have done worse things for 2 min cycles but you're telling me that it's my fault this happened while im sobbing so honestly. lay off. or die i guess. whichever comes first.

god does not exist he does not love you and if he does exist he in fact thinks its funny that you die while trying to stay warm under your bed when its -8F. he thinks its hilarious. man's got a long record of opening up the earth and swallowing well-meaning families to teach you a lesson about how much life sucks and how you should fear him just in case he can make it suck even more. it's not my fault of your fault that energy costs as much as it does and your mom thought she'd be fine with some extra blankets!!!! she wasn't fine and its not our fault but it sure feels like it doesnt it!!!

god does not exist and does not love you and you are now the third fucking family who has told me that it's my fault your grandpa is dead in 6 hours and i don't care anymore. a medic is gonna show up here in 10 min and give him an i/o and he's still gonna be dead. I am once again hoping that your prayers get him where he wants to go but don't fucking blame me if you think that they don't. take that shit up with god.

god does not exist and he doesn't love you but drunk ass extended family trying to get gma up the stairs and causing So many more problems than they are solving DOES exist. and they are doing 10x more for everyone than thoughts and prayers. i do not want this soda that i now have but thank you. this soda i do not want is also the reason im still alive

wrote this at 4:20 hahah blaze it and its now 5:03 and i have soft cats in my bed so i guess i'll live. also if god existed which for the sake of the world and all that is decent i hope he does not. i'm going to physically fight god

[badnew2005]

this is so silly and niche but i need to shout. no but s1 ep 6 of nuwho “dalek” I CAN SEE DENNIS REYNOLDS IN THERE HES IN THERE I KNOW IT !!!!!! i’m trying to be sooo cool and casual because i always end up rambling ab nine + the time war BUT . you’d make a good dalek. the dalek being weak and alone waiting for commands i fed off the energy of rose tyler literally saying she regenerated it the dalek & doctor parallels. the dalek being dennis’ hard exterior the person he pretends to be the walls he’s built up around himself that nobody can see into. dennis stuck in fight or flight and he does both ! a lot ! over the show specifically s11-15. nine being dennis inside being big feels being the person hes afraid to be in public. rose could be mac or mandy or maureen or anyone really. them arguing and rationalising revealing things about the war. how all the daleks are DEAD there’s nothing left to fight for there’s NO ONE left to fight for and win as. “if you want orders, follow this one. kill yourself” “the daleks must survive” “the daleks have failed. why don’t you finish the job and make the daleks extinct. did the universe of ur filth. why don’t you just DIE?” …… “you would make a good dalek” HELLO ?????????? EXPLODES. it’s so good. i’m not talking ab nine and the war i can’t i’m too annoying ab it. but can u see dennis reynolds because i can. first ninerose trip he takes her to see her planet burn because he wants someone to know even slightly how he feels. the doctor dances just this once everybody lives AHHHHHH i get sooooooooo annoying ab it my fav fav fav ever theres so much there. sorry i’m just rambling but. i could save the world but lose you. rose not making it out running away from the dalek. it wasn’t ur fault remeber that okay. and you know what i wouldn’t have missed it for the world. dalek trying to kill rose thinking ab killing her. i said i’d protect her she’s only here because of me and you’re sorry. you’re about as far from the stars as you could get. and you took her down with you. THE DALEK DOESNT KILL ROSE ! threatening to kill . it’s my purpose. but it doesn’t !!!!!!! i feel ur fear. evolving feeling emotions. LETTING FEELINGS IN. rose regenerated me. contaminated. I HAVE BIG FEELINGS!!! you’re alive / can’t get rid of me. long live macdennis. this isn’t my usual dw analysis or vision this is sunny lens specific. the rpg …… rose i’m begging you don’t kill him like you didn’t kill me but why are you alive what am i evolving !!! breaking the shell !!!! i can see dennis reynolds in the clouds in blades of grass etc. don’t do it don’t kill him you don’t have to do this anymore !!! you don’t have to keep running away. i want freedom ! i want to stop and be stationary !!!!!!!!! shooting a hole in the roof. you’re out. you made it. never thought i’d feel the sunlight again. how does it feel. opening up the hard shell battle exterior. there’s a creature in there ! feeling the sunlight. nine is back! angry and fighting !!!!! he needs to end the war it needs to have meant something he’s got nothing left. recovery isn’t linear. what the hell are you changing into. i couldn’t… i wasnt ….. oh rose they’re all dead . why do we survive. i can’t talk ab the war i can’t. why do we survive. i don’t know. rose did more than regenerate you. changing being something new and worthwhile isn’t good for the daleks. it’s not life. not life as you think it should be. killing yourself trying to be someone else. shouting orders as a husk of yourself a shadow of a shadow. balls! sorry. i can SEE you dennis reynolds. i know where you are. little piece of home, better than nothing. i’m the only one left, i win. how do u know there’s no one left - in here, feels alone. DENNIS REYNOLDSSSSSSSS. what are you doing standing inside a box. it’s bigger on the inside

[lexa-griffins]

Accidental stimulation trope between Alpha Clarke and Omega Lexa

Maybe Clarke goes to the doctor for her physical where Lexa is her nurse/doctor. During her checkup, Lexa brushes against Clarke's crotch and gives her a boner underneath her hospital gown. They're both embarrassed so Lexa offers to help Clarke get rid of it

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Clarke has kind of been putting out going to the doctor for her physical for... months now. Its not that Clarke dislikes doctors but frankly having lived with one most of her life, she just doesnt have the patience. However she finally decided to drag her ass to the doctor and get it done.

And then immediately want to leave when her usual doctor isnt in and some doctor Woods is the one to see her.

Clarke's doctor is this older beta who always looks unimpressed with just about anything, constantly reminding Clarke that nothing looks bad but that it could look much better if she had a healthier lifestyle. Its nice, predictable. Always the same old.

As she sits on the medical table playing with her thumbs she hears the door opened and she didnt really expect a hot, 30 something omega to be the one to greet her. She doesnt smile particularly but she isnt rude either, which is already a nice change of pace.

Clarke admits she has to hold her breath anytime she touches her somewhere during the exam. Which does seem to cause some confusion for the doctor who asks her if she caused her any pain and seems to doubt Clarke when she answers no.

Its when Clarke is laying on her back and the doctor is pressing on her stomach that disaster strikes. Clarke's been doing great at not staring at the small hint of cleavege dr woods open coat shows through her shirt, or the way said coat clings to her ass when she bends over to pick anything. Or just how nice and pillowy her lips look and or she wonders how they must look like around-

Oh. Something... something brushed her. In her little alpha special place.

"Oh, sorry."

"Its fine."

It isnt. And she knows the omega knows it isnt. Because horny smells like horny and if the doctor didnt catch the scent, the obvious tent is Clarke's jeans is more than a dead give away.

"Oh." Its all the doctor says when she catches the very obvious boner.

"Oh my god, im so sorry." Clarke wonders is she can just grab her shit and run away. Well, she isnt sure she can run right now. Maybe waddle away?

"Does this happen often with you? Getting erect this fast?"

Jesus fuck "I mean, I guess. Its pretty sensitive most of the time."

The doctor looks very pretty when she's thinking this hard. Christ Griffin.

"May I?" The dr Woods hand go for her zipper and Clarke wonders is this is actually happening.

"Hm. Sure?" Real stellar confident alpha energy there.

Her bone pops out of her pants, standing full mast proudly. Fine day to go commando.

"Do you have hard time making it go soft afterwards?"

"Sometimes. I usually need to... go at it for a bit."

The doctor nods, staring at her dick, "Given your size I'd say is expected, rather impressive."

Weirst mental high five of Clarke's life really. Thats all Clarke expected. The doctor turns away, leaving Clarke on the bed with dick fully out and the alpha is trying to gain the courage to ask if she can put it away. That is until the doctor turns around. Her coat has been discarded on the chair, and her hair is being pulled up in a ponytail. Her blue gloves are also gone.

"It would be of very bad hospitality of me to let you go outside with a boner I provoked in the first place. So I'm just gonna ask to relax and take a deep breath for me, could you do that, Clarke?" The doctor explains and she sits on the small rolling bech right by Clarke's crotch on the bed.

What the fuck is she supposed to do? Say no to the hot doctor who wants to turn her dreaded physical into a damn porno?

"Go ahead?"

Clarke has had some wild ass fantasies. But watching her very very hot doctor grab her dick and lick the tip of her head was definitely not one she thought would come true. And really, all Clarke can do is watch and fucking /feel/.

Because oh is this woman good with her fucking mouth.

"Ah, dr-"

"Lexa."

"Hm?"

"Lexa, my name's Lexa. Might as well have you know my real name." Lexa says with a smirk and Clarke nods. Smoothly, the doctor drops her head again, this time wrapping her lips entirely around Clarke's head.

Damn, what an omega.

Clarke is sure she'll wake up at any time now. But she doesn't. And the doctor keeps on taking more andore of her dick inside of her mouth, up until the point she clearly cant anymore, and her hand comes to stroke the few inches she is unable to keep inside.

She is a fucking professional, Clarke will give her that. Clarke cant recall ever being this ready to cum in so little time.

"Fuck, Lexa, I'm gonna... ah"

Lexa brings her head up, continuing to stroke the base of Clarke's dick, "Go ahead. Id rather you do it in my mouth so its a easier clean up."

Clarke truly wants to say something that makes her sound hot and confident. Instead all she does is nod and moan as Lexa's mouth wraps around her again.

She feels the soft tonguenof the doctor lick her head once more and Clarke cant hold it anymore.

The sight of the woman swallowing her cum without any trouble could make her cum again. And yet, she doesnt feel fully satisfied.

"Is it normal for your knot to form when you arent in rut?"

Oh yeah. That makes sense, "I think I am in rut."

Lexa chuckles and for the first time aince she got here Clarke sees her smile. In her post nut alpha brain. She swear she looks like an angel.

"You are... quite impressive." Coat back on, Lexa sits in her chair typing something on her computer as Clarke sits awkwardly on the chair, dick safe and soft back in her pants, "Very girthy for an alpha your age and height." Theres a pause as if the doctor is trying to collect herself, "you are also very healthy, I no real pointers for you. You may need to drink a little more water. You talked a obout feeling a little cooped up even when you go outside so joining a gym might do you somd good, some alphas tend to find it helps them manage adrenaline. Other than that,"

Clarke watches her scribble something on a small piece of paper and sign a few papers for Clarke's suppressants.

"You're good to go. Your regular doctor should be back in next time you come here. I do hope to see you again tho."

Clarke isnt really sure what to say. Thank you for sucking me off, it was great meeting you?, "yeah you too. And thank you. For... you know..."

Lexa bites her lip, "my pleasure."

Clarke is already in her car when she looks down at the small card Lexa gave her.

Dr Woods. Primary Care.

Underneath theres a number that Clarke assumes to be her professional one scratched out. Next to it, with a hand writting far too pretty for a doctor, is a newer number with a heart beside her.

Guess Lexa isnt expecting to see her again as a patient.

[marzsvlr]

Was wondering if youre still open to do reqs

If not ignore this!

But maybe a Peter Ballard x reader where the reader has like powers too but her powers are kinda like wanda maximoffs/the scarlett witch and she gets used while trying to use them since she doesnt know how to yet and Brenners been pushing her to her limit? You can also do gender neutral if youre more comfy with that!! (Established relationship plz)

i'm always open to requests! well, right now I'm hella sick but writing keeps me awake so it's pretty cool! i tried to match your request as much as i could, i won't lie but i've only seen the scarlet witch in doctor strange 2 so i looked up her powers on youtube... i hope it's fitting and that you like it!

there's spoilers about peter's backstory aswell!!!

summary; you have strong powers but doesn't know how to use them well. papa decided that today was the day you would control them, and peter's not here to help you this time.

pairing; peter ballard x gn!reader warnings; mentions of violence, deaths, animal abuse

words; 1,711

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you never entered a room this big before in the Lab. looks like papa really wants you to practice your powers right now. you were unplanned in their program. you were not supposed to have these powers but you somehow grew them, and now, you were used as a puppet for papa and the doctors, hidden behind the glass. but today, it was different. no orderlies, it meant no peter to look after you during the experience.  peter is your boyfriend, you've been dating in secret from papa for a while now, and it seems to work quite well. he sees you like no one else does. powerful even though you don't really know how to use your powers. but when he's in the room with you during experiences, his presence makes you feel more confident and you actually do some things. today, yes, it was really different. a table was in the middle of the room, with multiple things, like a can of soda, a teddy bear and a cage with a rabbit inside. you were really scared on how papa wanted you to use these with your powers, but you waited for him to talk. the doctors were moving a lot, back and fourth, bringing papers to each other. "Number 015, today is a great day for us all. You will be able to use your powers, I'm sure." he was talking with his hands on your shoulders, it made you sick, you wanted to push him and leave the room, but you just couldn't. you're like a bird in a cage and you hate it.

"Now, try and use your capacities on this soda can." "Yes, Papa." he put a bit of pressure in his grip before releasing you from his hold and walking towards the glass, with the other doctors. you look at the can and close your eyes to try and focus. you remember a memory of you and peter, after the last experience. you were quite disappointed that your powers weren't working again. he took your chin to make you look at his beautiful eyes and told you a secret. "You know, when I was able to use my powers, I had to control them. I knew how to use them since what happened back home..." he paused as he didn't want you to remember what he had done to his family, he didn't want you to leave him because he was a monster. but you wanted him to continue his story. you wanted to control what you had.  "I always used to focus on one memory. For me, it was a bad one." "which one, Peter?" "My father and my mother, acting like everything was normal. They always presented our family like loving and sweet, like they never treated me like a monster and left me alone so many times. Use your memories, sleepyhead. I'm sure you will figure out how to control yourself, you're stronger than you thought." at the moment, the only memory you could think of was Papa. He treated you and the other children like everything was normal, exactly like peter's family, and you were tired of playing dumb around everyone. nothing here was normal. you lifted your hands and felt a warm feeling inside your palms, indicating that it was working, but you couldn't get so excited now. then, a vague shake all around your body made you open your eyes for them to widen.  "no way.." the can was lightly flying around you, a slight red aura around it. you closed your hand and the can crashed into a ball, perfect to throw against the glass. this action scared the doctors, who backed away a little. the ball exploded in millions of small particles, all over the floor. you turned your gaze to the poor teddy bear who was about to get crushed into the wall. you ripped his head off and gasped. you had no idea you could do that. you're not even scared of yourself, you're amazed of what you can do. the moment the teddy's head hit the floor, it disintegrated, but his body was still against the wall. but you weren't used to your powers, so you fell on your knees and felt your whole body burning. "You have to keep trying, 015, you've done a lot of progress. You're almost ready for something bigger."  You got up and looked at the rabbit, it reminded you of peter's story. he told you that he captured a rabbit, and entered his mind, until he became insane. you didn't want to kill this rabbit, but you could try something else. you unlocked the lock of the cage and bent over to the rabbit height. you stroked the animal's head before murmuring something in his ear.

"Let's talk to the doctors, shall we."

he turned to see the doctors and slowly made his way to them, jumping from the table. you were so impressed by the capacities you had, you didn't hear Dr. Brenner coming out of the glass. you looked up at him and moved your finger to bring back the rabbit next to you. you didn't want him to get hurt. it felt so wrong for you.

"You have to kill it 015. You're almost done." he's lying, he won't let you catch a break after that, but you couldn't do anything else to get out of this room. you lifted your hand and the rabbit to your head's level. he's squirming all over to try and get away,  but you can't let him go. it's your freedom for his.  you leave the room with papa and the doctors, living the rotting corpse of the rabbit on the floor, slowly decomposing into the air in red particles. you're exhausted but you hear the adults talking about how you're not ready to get to the next level yet, but papa stopped them. "She's more than ready. She's a miracle and I can't waste a second of it."

you enter a room without any lights in it and stepped back a little. Papa pushes you in and closes the door behind you, leaving you alone, afraid. you knock on the door, trying to push it with your powers but you can't do anything, you're stuck here and your only way to get out is to focus.

With your eyes closed, you see Papa and the other children, making fun of you while peter's away. saying that your powers are useless, and that you're far away from being miraculous. but the moment you feel the warm in your hands, the souvenir won't go away. they kept laughing and pointing their stupid finger at you. you got stuck in your own reality. 

"Stop it !" you fall on the ground, creating a shock wave all around the room. you're thrown against the wall and hit your head. you can't see anything anymore except red crimson and dust. all around you, there's fire and corpses. your anger was so violent that you caused a massive massacre all around you. you felt like you can't move, there's a red illusion all around you, protecting you and the others from any other destructive movement. you lift a finger at the little red dot, familiar as a camera and murmur something. 

"Let me out of here."

as the exact same moment, your illusion ended. papa opened the door and let you out, but you fell on the ground and fainted of dizziness and exhaustion. when you open your eyes, you see the white curtains of the infirmary around you and a familiar silhouette next to your bed. your blonde lover is looking down at the floor, his hand crumpling the sheets. you put your hand on his and his head tilt up, surprised.

"-Oh my love, I thought I had lost you forever, your heart was beating so slow.  -I'm right here, don't worry about me, I'm stronger than you think." you wink. 

he smiles and his gaze meets yours. his blue hypnotic eyes look tired and anxious, like he had spent the last month waiting for you to wake up, without any food or rest. but you're here and that's what's the most important. "-They went too far on you this time. They did not even let me know that they were going to do that, maybe because it was too confidential for an orderly to know that. But i'm not any orderly, I know better than anyone that it's no good to push such a sweet soul like yours to their limit. if I knew, I assure you that I would have never let them do that to you. -I know, Peter. Look at the good part of it, I can control my powers a little bit." and as you say that, you don't even have to concentrate for your hand to warm up a little, a light slightly coming out of it. you both look at it and peter gasps. he doesn't want you to get hurt but he also wants to see how powerful you can get. "-Don't mess yourself too hard [Y/N]. You just woke up. -Look and stop talking." you look over at the table, next to your bed. there's a little vase with a rose inside, almost dying. you didn't even know you could bring life into this joyless lab. you turn your fingers a little bit, and the rose starts to slowly rise up, looking as good as new. you turn your eyes back to peter that didn't leave his gaze out of you, hypnotized by the power you hold. you clean the blood from your nose and wait for him to get out of his admiration. "-How does such little things can turn out to be so talented and interesting. -Am I the little thing ?" he doesn't answer, but he takes your chin between his fingers and brings you closer to him. you're just about to kiss but he stops and smiles, looking over your features. then he finally closes the small gap between you, putting his lips on yours. you let yourself appreciate the soft moment he offers you and put your head back on the pillow, falling back to sleep again. "Enjoy your rest, [Y/N], you need it. You can do so much to change our world. We will do so much together my love, I can't wait to have my powers back." 

[antimonyandthyme]

Athy athy im on my knees begging what happens next in the pregnant smick??? Does seb tell him?? Does he push it thinking eh its fine ill tell him another time until mick figures it out himself and is like OH. OH WAIT. and inevitably goes into a spiral re: why didnt seb tell me am i NOT the father/is he not planning to keep it/i am the father and he is planning to keep it but really doesnt want me anywhere near them/whats going on ATHY PLEASE i need answers🙏🙏🙏

Dear anon this universe is entirely the brainchild of the brilliant @rosyjuly, better known as the beloved elevator anon around these parts. Truly, none of this would exist without her, lines included. (She’s a genius and I’m in love) ANYWAY, I’m just frolicking in her sandbox, and with her permission, I’ll give you a lil peek, don’t tell anyone!

Essentially, Mick knocks Seb up by accident. Seb thinks he can't have children anymore, maybe he thinks he’s a little too old. They don’t fuck with condoms. During one of his heats Seb asks for Mick to knot him through it, and Mick agrees in an instant, of course he’d help of course of course in fact he would much prefer if Seb only ever asked him to help. The heat passes, it’s all done and dusted like every other time, except Seb starts to get some telltale signs. Morning sickness, tender, really tender, swollen tits, all that. He goes to the doctor, heart in his throat. Well hello, Mick’s put a baby into him.

Except Mick never meant to, right? This was all an accident. And Seb can’t bear the idea of trapping Mick with a baby because this was his fault, he got careless, he told Mick he wouldn’t be able to carry anymore, and now he has a baby? And knowing Mick, kind-hearted, giant-hearted Mick, he’d drop everything to take care of them both. And how can he do that to Mick? Mick who’s just starting his racing career? How is he supposed to race and fight his way to the top of the world where he belongs while worrying about Seb and a child?

So Seb… does not tell Mick. In this snippet during one of Seb’s pseudo heats, where Seb’s already pregnant, Seb lies about it all, even though Mick verges on wonder—Seb’s pregnant? Surely it’s him, right? Surely he’s the father? But Seb goes, uh, uh, no, I just. Lactate during heats. And Mick shovels his disappointment down because he shouldn’t want anymore than he’s being given! He’s already been allowed so much! That he has the right to attend to Seb in his heats is already more than he’s ever imagined. So he carries on.

Except you can’t hide this kind of thing for very long. Maybe Seb misses ROC because he’s showing so obviously. Seb starts to ignore Mick’s calls, his increasingly worried texts. Eventually, Mick goes fuck it, and shows up at Seb’s door.

Seb opens it, completely unaware, and, well. There’s no hiding it this time. Mick very carefully goes, “Can I come in?”

Seb mutely steps aside.

“Who’s the—”

“I’d rather you didn’t ask,” Seb says quietly.

Mick’s jaw clicks shut. That… stings. He’d thought. Well. He doesn’t know what to think. Seb has every right to have another partner. He’s never been promised to Mick. He just thought.

But, the house smells clean of another alpha. Seb smells… just like himself. Rain, earth, mint; now with a soft tint of honey beneath it all. Maybe something happened. Maybe the alpha left. Maybe’s Seb trying to do this alone and my god. He shouldn’t have to. Mick wants to bare his teeth, demand for an explanation, if only so he can get his hands on the other alpha’s neck.

Mick swallows his indignation down. Seb doesn’t need that now. “Whatever you need. You know that.”

Seb doesn’t think he has the right to ask anymore of Mick. But there are instances, where in his pregnancy his hormones are a wack and he needs, he just needs so badly, and Mick’s so willing, so kind, he eats Seb out until Seb’s legs shake, he keeps his hand on Seb’s belly while he fucks Seb so gently, he’s just—everything Seb could ever need, but above every fibre in him crying out for his alpha Seb upholds Mick’s (perceived) needs above his own, and so he doesn’t say anything.

Then for one of his later doctor’s appointments, Seb’s tiring easier so he asks Mick to come along. Mick thinks about how he isn’t the father and how it’d hurt for him to sit there next to Seb while the doctor talks about a baby that isn’t his but decides it’d hurt infinitely more if he left Seb alone. He told Seb, Whatever you need, and that stands true regardless.

Except of course they go for an ultrasound and both of them are emotional because that’s Seb’s! His baby! And then in the car Mick loses his temper a little, goes, “I can’t believe he’d leave you like that. What kind of alpha would leave their omega like that?” What kind of man would leave Seb like that?

And Seb makes this wounded noise, “I’m not anybody’s omega. And I chose to do this.”

And they drive back sullen and stung and Mick makes tea and calms himself down, and then gets to his knees in front of Seb. Very sincerely says, “I know you chose to do this. And I know you’re not mine. But.” He lets out a bitter, self-deprecating laugh. “But I always wanted you to be. And I would still, if you’d let me. I’d take care of you both.”

Seb’s staring at him like he’s grown an extra head because Mick can’t seriously be offering what he thinks Mick’s offering. “You can’t,” he says faintly, shocked into speaking. “You’re young and you’ve got so much going on and. You can’t.”

Mick’s jaw gets this stubborn set, and oh. Oh. He looks so much like. Oh. “Why not? I can choose what I want to do, and I know I want to be there for you both, even if you never tell me who—”

“It’s yours,” Seb says weakly.

Silence, before Mick flinches away as the words sink in. Seb sags with defeat. He’s gone and messed everything up. Mick would’ve accepted him, but he’s gone and lied and done something so terrible and so unforgivable and—

Mick gets up, heads toward the door.

“Mick,” Seb pleads.

“I can’t be around you right now,” Mick says, all the warmth squeezed out of his voice. “Bye, Seb.”

Mick leaves and Seb dissolves into sobs, the heaving kind that hurts your chest, while Mick goes off and tears his fingers through his hair. What kind of alpha is he? Seb didn’t even want to tell him. Seb would rather have raised the child by himself then tell him. What kind of alpha does that make him? How had he failed so badly? How had he fallen short by so great a margin? What does that speak of his competency as a mate, a partner? He hasn't cried since... well. Mick drops his head in his hands, letting the tears leak through his fingers.

(Suns, it’s awful. But it becomes better. I just... won't tell you how for now because this is turning into a fic.)