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Unnatural Affinity- Part 3

Isekai!Reader x Love and Deepspace

wc: ~2.4k

cw: angst but not too bad this time, flirty/playful Zayne, after that he freaks out though and doesn’t speak much, reader questions her place and existence, talks of destiny, low self esteem honestly, idk if i like this part; not proofread

Synopsis: You’re trying to find your footing, but after a week in this new world, you’re still realizing just how different it is. Luckily (or maybe not so luckily?), you become distracted as Em invites her dear doctor friend over.

author’s note: I’m loving this series, it’s giving me so much inspiration! But I’m updating this way faster than I initially intended so I’m not really proofreading so I’m sorry if its not great :( ANYWAY I’m kind of figuring out where I want to go with it from here, but right now I’m just focusing on introducing each Love Interest. Writing playful Zayne is so fun, i wanna squish him :(

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“What are you reading?” Em’s voice broke through your focus.

You glanced up at her through your lashes from your place cuddled up on the couch. You were sat near the window to take advantage of the sunlight, but now you could barely see Em’s face through the glare. You shifted slightly, the blanket wrapped around you nearly falling.

“Frankenstein,” you answered shortly, looking back to your book. You didn’t mean to come off as rude, but Em was very talkative all of the time and you weren’t close enough to maintain that. You needed some time to recharge, and Em was interrupting it.

Her brows drew together and she leaned closer to you, staring at the book cover. “What’s that?”

You looked back up at her incredulously, keeping your place with your hand. “You’ve… never heard of Frankenstein?”

Em shook her head with a frown. “Is that weird?” She asked.

“Frankenstein? By Mary Shelley? You know, the really influential and famous horror and science fiction book?” When met with another shake of the head, you let out a laugh in disbelief. “I mean, I get not knowing the plot, but not knowing the whole book…?”

Another laugh from you, and Em was pulling her phone from her back pocket. “Hold on, let me search it up…” A few moments pass filled with only the tapping of Em’s nails against the screen. Her frown only deepened as she continued to scroll. “There’s nothing here about Frankenstein or any Mary Shelley.” She looked back up at you curiously. “Where exactly did you get that book?”

You stood up, your blanket falling to the floor, Frankenstein forgotten on the arm of the couch. You yanked Em’s phone from her hand, scrolling through it with wide eyes. “That can’t be true,” you muttered.

Em was right, though. There was no sign of Frankenstein in this world. All that showed up was ‘Did you mean:’ posts and similar names, but no direct matches.

How could that be?

What else was different in this world?

If there was no Frankenstein, then what else that you knew so familiarly was forgotten?

You knew there would be some differences in the world of Love and Deepspace, but you’d thought you could adapt. Now, though, it felt like you were floundering. There were more differences than similarities, and you had no idea how to deal with it.

You had no idea who you were supposed to be.

“Are you alright?” Em’s hand come on your shoulder. “You look really pale.”

You took a shaky breath. “Yeah, I’m alright. I just feel a little light-headed, but it’s nothing.”

“Have you eaten today?” She chastised, already knowing the answer.

“No,” you admitted sheepishly.

Em sighed, already moving into the kitchen. “Sometimes I wonder how you lived before we moved in together. What do you do when I’m gone on missions? Do you just starve until I get back?” She moved around the kitchen efficiently, pulling foods and plates out of cabinets that you didn’t even know existed.

You really needed to learn your way around this apartment.

“You know, contrary to popular belief, I can take care of myself,” you laughed.

“Oh, really?” Em raised an eyebrow. “Then why don’t you?”

You went quiet at that. How were you supposed to respond? She was right, of course. Em was perceptible when it mattered. You had just never had someone to take notice of it and do something before.

How are you supposed to act when you’re being taken care of?

When someone you’ve only known for a week is putting in more effort than friends you’d known for a year.

You took the plate she handed you, muttering a quiet thanks that Em waved off.

Em carefully watched you chew, not interrupting you until you were about halfway through your plate.

“Would you mind if one of my friends came over?” She asked suddenly, eyes trained on your face for a reaction.

You stopped chewing, staring up at her. After quickly swallowing, you sighed. “Is it Tara? Because as much as I love her I don’t think I can—”

“No, it’s not Tara,” Em chuckled. “I wouldn’t ask her over today, I know you’re tired and she can be a lot. This friend of mine, though…” She looked at you hopefully. “He’s really quiet. Kind of similar to you, actually. He can be a little intimidating when you first meet him, but he’s really sweet!” Em stared at you expectantly.

“I’m not completely opposed,” you began, catching sight of Em’s excited smile. “But I’m not sold on the idea either!” You said quickly. “What friend is this?”

Em’s smile didn’t dim. “It’s my friend Zayne.”

A methodical knock on the door had Em springing from her seat next to you and smoothing down her shirt. You put your bookmark in Frankenstein, setting it on the table next to you. You nervously shifted on the couch, not wanting to greet Zayne at the door.

After what happened with Xavier, who knows what could happen with Zayne?

You weren’t really sure what was happening now that you were here, and you weren’t exactly sure you wanted to find out. Were you a problem? Disrupting the plot, distracting the budding romances, keeping Em away from her destiny?

What even was her destiny?

What was your destiny?

If you really were a part of this plot, a part of this world, and someone so close to Em, why hadn’t you been mentioned?

Practiced footsteps brought your gaze up, immediately finding a familiar pair of green eyes. You stood, leaving your blanket discarded on the couch as you offered your outstretched hand.

Zayne took it, a ghost of a smile spreading on his lips as he shook it. “So formal,” he chuckled.

“It’s out first time meeting,” you shrugged. “Isn’t this what you do when you meet new people?”

“I suppose, but I’ve shaken enough hands at the hospital. I’d like to greet you as a friend would.” He gave you a light smile. “How exactly would you do that? I’m afraid I haven’t had much experience in friendship,” he admitted.

As a friend? The stoic Doctor Zayne joking around and wanting to be your friend?

What was going on?

“I don’t know,” you muttered. “Whenever I see my friends, I usually just hug them.” You watched as the very tips of Zayne’s ears turned a fiery pink.

He cleared his throat. “Well, I don’t suppose we’re close enough for that yet.”

“I’m so glad you you guys are getting along!” Em said, oblivious to the slight tension between you and the doctor. “I was worried since you both are kind of awkward.” She laughed brightly.

“Yes, well, I wanted to…” Zayne hesitated as he looked back to you. “I wanted to make a good impression on your friends. I would hate to be disliked by someone close to you.”

“I don’t think it’s possible for someone to dislike you,” you chuckled. Zayne stared at you with wide eyes, causing heat to rise to your own cheeks. “I only mean because you’re so polite and funny,” you explained hastily.

Zayne looked away, a grin growing on his face. “There aren’t many who would consider me funny. Even Em has said I’m too serious.”

“It’s because you are!” She said accusatorially before stepping over to your side as if that would make you easy to convince. “He’s been like this ever since we were kids! Other kids were out, running in the streets and playing tag, and he was inside huddled up with a book!”

“Hey, don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it!” You said, walking over to Zayne. You leaned in close, whispering, “I was that kid, too. It’s not a bad thing to go against the status quo sometimes.”

He gave you a smile filled with relief. “I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone say that to me, or agree with my childhood decisions.”

You shrugged. “I don’t see why it’s an issue. Everyone wants you to express yourself, but then they get mad if you don’t do it the way they want.” You looked at him, searching his eyes. “At the end of the day, I think you just have to accept that you’re not going to please everyone. And it’s not your job to, either. Everyone has their own opinions and decisions to make, and I think you just need to do what makes you happy, instead of what makes other people happy.”

Zayne was silent for a moment. “Very wise words,” he murmured. “I suppose it is easy to neglect one’s own happiness in the pursuit of satisfying another’s.”

You nudged him with your shoulder, a playful smile growing on your face. “It’s alright to be a people pleaser, Doctor Zayne. Just don’t forget yourself.”

Em cleared her throat, earning her attention from you and Zayne. “Listen, this is all very sweet, but it’s also boring.” She made a face, scrunching her nose. “You guys can have your little therapy session later, but right now, I wanna do something. Can we play a game?” Em bounced lightly on her feet.

Zayne chuckled. “This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve called me a bore. What would you like to play?” Em put her hand on her chin, pretending to think on the question. “Not Kitty Cards, I hope.”

“No!” Em said quickly. When you snickered, a blush painted her cheeks. “I just mean, we’ve been playing so much lately. I’m sure you don’t want to play again.”

Zayne raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Are you certain it’s not because of your recent losing streak?”

“Alright, alright,” you said. “Let’s not be too mean. She is our friend, after all.”

He hummed, trying to hide his grin. “I suppose you’re right.”

“Why don’t we play that new game you just got?” you offered, looking to Em. “The one with the snowmen?”

Em made a squeak of excitement before scrambling over to her game console.

Zayne stared at you, his posture suddenly stiffening before it seemed like he reminded himself to relax. “Have we… met before?” He asked you.

You shook your head. “No, we haven’t.” You cocked your head. “Why?”

He shook his head softly. “It’s nothing.” When your gaze persisted, he sighed. “You just seem familiar somehow. Like I’ve known you somewhere.” The words caught in his throat, and his next sentence came out barely as a whisper. “Like I’ve loved you before.”

You gaped at him, unsure if you had even heard him correctly, before Em walked over and swept you both into the living room to all play her new game together. Em gripped your arm as she situated you right next to her, exclaiming something about how you two needed to stick together and beat Zayne.

You watched the hesitation on Zayne’s face as he saw the places left to sit. He considered simply sitting on the floor, but he ended up taking the seat next to you, a faint blush dusting his cheeks.

Not many words were spoken after that. Zayne’s posture returned to that of the Doctor, prim and proper. Em carried most of the conversation, and the few answers Zayne gave were short and clipped.

You glanced at Zayne during one of the loading screens, only for him to avoid your gaze.

Did he figure out you didn’t belong here?

It was dark by the time Zayne left, offering you a curt nod as he said goodbye. You and Em straightened up the apartment in silence, feeling the fatigue from the week and aching for sleep.

Once the room was presentable, Em led you to sit on the couch, with her sitting opposite you on the small coffee table. She looked away from you, rubbing her thighs with her palms.

She did that because you did that.

There was nothing about the MC rubbing her thighs when she was nervous before, but you’d been doing it for years.

What other traits or habits of yours were now Em’s?

“Can you tell me something?” She asked, looking up at you with downturned lips. Already expecting this, you nodded. She took a deep breath. “Did something happen between you and Zayne? Because he was really relaxed when he first came over, but then he started acting like how he acts in public and I just wanted to know if you maybe said something?” Em winced as she finished.

“I don’t think I said anything weird,” you shrugged. Now was not the time to tell her what he’d said, you thought. Not that there would ever be a good time, but maybe you wouldn’t have to tell her. Maybe the story would progress as it was supposed to. They would all love her, she would take her pick, and leave the others heartbroken.

And you would simply fade into the background.

Isn’t that what you were supposed to do?

Just be a plot device here and there, not have a Love Interest think he’s loved you before.

How did he expect you to react, anyway?

“That’s weird.” A pout grew on her face. “I wonder what freaked him out.”

Probably the fact that he acknowledged connection with someone other than you, you thought.

He wasn’t supposed to. He wasn’t supposed to.

He wasn’t supposed to.

You repeated the mantra in your head, trying to make yourself believe it.

This girl in front of you is the one he’s defied gods for, so who are you to get in between that?

She was the one that the story was about, not you. You weren’t even supposed to be here.

Would you be able to get back home?

Did you want to?

Maybe you could live here. Stay here. Carve out a life here.

Maybe you could find your own happy ending.

You shook your head.

You are not the priority protagonist.

You are an aid, a secondary character, a plot device. Someone to fade away.

What would happen if you went against that?

All you needed to do was help Em find her happy ending, and pray it doesn’t lead to your own downfall.

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Bruises from the Boar

Author's note: I had this idea and posted to a discord chat, turns out they wish for more. Hope ya like it<:}

Tag list: @thisuserislilsilly @incrediblethirst @druidwolf21 (idk who else sorry)

TW: mentions of NSFW, bruises, thoughts of death, angst/comfort

He was rough last night.

The thought runs through your mind as you wash yourself. The warm water eases your aching muscles, but were like a dull stinging pain on your bruises. The had blossomed while you were asleep, an array of red, blue, green and even purple litter all across your body. Indents of bite marks with scattered bruises along your shoulders and collarbone, as well as trailing down your body to your thighs.

Rubbing the warm wet cloth over your shoulders, hissing slightly from the pain, you clean yourself. Angron had already left before you had woken up. The feeling of his warmth being absent from your side was not something you expected to wake up from. He had usually left before you had woken up, he claimed once that it was easier so you wouldn't tempt him back to the embrace of slumber once more. Another time he claimed that his sons were calling to him and he needed to answer. Now it was, "I need to see what my sons are doing."

Wringing out the cloth, you add more soap to it and rub it together to get a frothy consistency. This time you started to work on your chest. He had nipped and sucked all over your body, but your chest had dealt the brunt of the damage. There were more green bruises around your breasts, showing that those were the oldest by far compared to the rest on your sore body. He didn't hold back, when he had ripped the dress off of you, he attacked your breasts first while ripping off your undergarments. You knew to not wear a bra, but when he saw it. It was like a boar finding a tuffle, excited and ravenous.

Rinsing off the excess soap, you stand up slowly. Looking down, the blotches of purple and blue that accosted your thighs. The were in the shape of handprints, slight scratches at the edge of each finger. He is usually rough, this isn't any different.

Stepping out of the vast tub, you grab a soft dry towel and begin to wipe the water still clinging to you. Patting the towel gingerly over the still freshly red and pink bruising. The memory of the night before rush through you as you pat down on a particular bruise, on your lower stomach.

Your lower body was limp, being held up only by Angron and his strength. His face was buried between your legs, lapping at your juices, occasionally biting at your inner thigh. Yelping in surprise, you try to lift your head to meet his gaze, only to feel him stop. A whine escapes your throat, "A—Angron please." You can make out from your blurry vision that his lifts his head. A heavy pressure is pushed on your stomach making you whimper. Tears started to stream down your cheeks again, this being the third time he has overstimulated you.

A sudden pain errupts from your lower stomach, just above your womb. A moan is ripped from you as he increases the bite force.

You were panting heavily. It was too much, he could tear you apart, spill your guts, chew through your stomach. The feeling of his teeth ripping apart your stomach to get to your uterus left you both aroused and terrified.

When the pressure was released, the tears kept rolling down your cheeks. A small wetness replaces where his fangs were. Lifting your head up the best you can, you see him licking the bite mark, kissing it every so often.

Shaking your head, you toss the towel away and make your way back to the bedroom. Carefully navigating so you don't overexert your legs. Opening the dresser, you choose the outfit that had a translucent feel. Everyone has seen me with bruises before, this isn't any different.

Walking out of your's and Angron's shared bedroom, you made your way to the kitchen. Passing by multiple serfs and marines alike, they don't look twice when they see Angron's handiwork across your neck and shoulders.

Whispers flew past you, some more louder than the others. "I'm surprised she's able to walk.", "Do you think she's broken yet?"

Down the corridors and hallways, you hear more hushed whispers. "He's getting desperate, next thing you'll see is a bite on her jugular."

More and more whispers, they started to not even hide their voices.

"Lord Angron will kill her eventually, she can't even walk without a limp most days."

It was true, looking down at your legs, you were limping. You had pushed yourself too much and now your legs were in pain, not even registering that they were in pain until someone pointed it out.

He's getting tired of you, that's why he was so rough.

Stepping into the kitchen, you request a nice breakfast, which was prepared with expertise and speed. Sitting down at the large table within a vast dining room, a few marines stand by the doorway.

Once your breakfast was served to you, the whispers started again, except this time you can pinpoint where they came from.

"When do you suspect Lord Angron's consort will be discarded?" "Not for a while now, he hasn't killed her…yet."

That made you almost stop chewing your food, you couldn't let them know you were listening. So you chewed your breakfast faster, faster you eat the faster you can leave. They have seen bruises on me, this isn't any different.

The whole day of walking, talking and attending various tasks, the whispers stayed hushed and you still listened. Anytime you had interacted with Angron, he simply responded with a grunt or a nod. He didn't look you in the eye, which made you slightly worried.

"Poor girl, I fear we will find her corpse one day.", "He must be getting bored of her soon. We'll have to find a replacement if this keeps up."

Kharn had noticed and stayed close to you when you were in the same vicinity as Angron, almost like he was making sure nothing would go wrong. You liked Kharn, he had warned you what life would be like, and saw you as a stronger person for facing those challenges head on. If you were any wiser, you would think Kharn was worried that Angron's consort wished for her to stay. Like a farrow watching over their sow.

But when Angron and Kharn had left you alone, the whispers started again.

That danmed phrase everyone does and doesn't say, "He's getting tired or bored of her." A small thought creeps from the back of your mind, maybe they're right. The nails might bite when you are in bed and that will be that. He'll bite you one last time and you'll just be another thing Angron breaks-

You slap yourself in the comfort of your own room. Sitting on the enourmous bed, with a thin dress on and covering your bruises with a healing balm, you think, He is different. He had cared for you and not once has he ever subjected you to the horrors of the butcher's nails. He always made an effort to steer clear of you when they started to bite. Everything he does is in love of you. He cares and cherishes you, you are more than a simple toy.

The door opens and your head whips around to see who was entering. It was Angron. You smile as you rub the balm into your upper thigh. "Hello my love", you say warmly. He closes the door and stands still. Staring at you. If Angron was anything like a boar, this would be it. Standing still, eye forward, stamping his hooves to the ground as a form of greeting, almost like he is ready to charge.

He slowly walks to you as you are sitting on the edge of the bed and kneels in front of you. Tilting your head to the side slightly, you set down the healing balm onto the side table. "Is something wrong, my love?"

Angron didn't say anything, but you followed his eyes. They were scanning the bruises. Heat rises to your cheeks and you attempt to move the blankets to your chest. "Oh, I'm just tending to these. They were getting sore and I didn't want these to get too bad. Besides, this isn't any different—"

"I hurt you."

You stopped in your tracks as you look at Angron. His hands were now on your thighs, gently caressing the bruises he had made the night before. A shiver runs up your spine from the contact. His hands moves up your dress gingerly, he wasn't in the mood for sex, this was different.

His hands moves your legs to one side as his face went to your dress-covered-stomach, and kisses it. Another shiver, his other hand moves and rests on your hip. He continued to kiss your stomach and moves down to your thighs. A small part of you was waiting for him to start devouring you, but it never came. His kisses trail upwards and to your chest. Your breathing was labored and your cheeks were flushed. Angron looks at your reddened face, moves one of his hand to it and holds your blushing cheek.

"I'm sorry." That seem to sanp something in you. The weight of the whole day crashes into you at once, letting a stream of tears run wild. Through your blurry vision, you can see Angron wear a faint look of worry. You felt his arms surround you and hold you close to his chest, the tears slowly streaming onto his clothing.

Through your haze of intense emotions, you could feel Angron kissing your head. He picks you up with ease and sets you more onto the shared bed. You both lay on your sides while face each other.

Angron still held you close, kissing your face and shoulder while apologizing. Every comment that was whispered throughout the day melted away from your mind as your beloved Primarch kissed each bruise he had given you. It was different, but in a good way.

[ilona2nerrie]

SuperBat Mer au: Part five, Bruce is gone. Clark has to find a pup, and Jason gets netted.

People tagged:

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@pettitneko

@random-generated-name

@sofia-gosth-blog

Parts of story before this:

Part one linked: Clark finds himself a friend. Bruce finds himself a meal ticket.

Chapter Two: Clark almost gets caught. Bruce tries to communicate with him.

Part three linked: Bruce shows off his pup and Clark learns to communicate.

Chapter Four: Clark meets the family. Bruce needs a nap.

More Mer types for you all!

Tim: Bluecheek Butterflyfish

(I think this one really suits him, and their known to follow people and groups! You know, like Tim’s habit? Ok, sorry.)

Damian: green cichlids

(Their verry aggressive fish, with a strange beauty that match their colour. And even though they cause harm they can be happy in the right environment. Wink, wink.)

Enjoy the story!

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Clark expected a normal day when he woke up. Maybe go to see Bruce, maybe not. He wasn’t really sure what the day was bringing. Until dick slammed open the door of the justice League meeting room with two pups in tow, looking for Clark and ignoring the protests of who was supposed to be on guard duty that day.

“Clark! I need your help!” dick practically shouted, ducking under the guards grabbing hands once more and pulled the other two to Clark’s seat, ducking behind it defensively from the guard.

Diana waved the guard off before staring at Clark, with a look that clearly said he had some explaining to do. Dick was still panting and halfway to tears and Clark, actually decided to ignore Diana. This was so much more important.

“What’s happened?” Clark asked, crouching down and taking dicks hand in his own. “Where’s your dad?”

“I don’t know!” dick sobbed, rubbing his eyes and staring at Clark. “We were playing in the shallows, and I know dad said don’t go there alone, but he found us, right? But- but then there were boats- and Jason was a bit too far away from us so he was in prime spot for when they could get him- and dad went to save Jason, but they got him two- and now I have Tim and Damian, I didn’t know who else to go to! And now there on a boat, and-“

Clark shushed him, putting his hand on the back of dicks neck comfortingly and trying not to panic internally. It was a bit scrambled what dick said, but what the gist of it was, was that Jason was taken by humans, and trying to save him Bruce was Aswell. Which was not good in any way.

“Clark? What’s going-“ Diana started but was cut off from an actual glare from the other.

“I have to go.” Clark said, standing.

“Clark no,” Aurthur started. Whatever’s happening it can wait; we’ve got a meeting-“

“With all due respect Aurthur, I couldn’t care less. Now, you listen to me. This is Dick, Tim, and Damian. These are my children. You will all take care of them no questions asked. You don’t get to know what I’m doing, but that’s more important. Mt family will always be more important. So shut up, take care of my kids, and ill be back when I’m back. Ok?”

No one spoke. Clark had never been so firm. Or terrifying. No one knew what exactly to say. When Clark saw he was acknowledged he kneeled back down to dick.

“These people you can trust, ok? I’m going to get your dad and brother. Stay together, you’re such a brave kid, ok? You always come to me. Ill be back in no-“

“I think I like being your kid Clark.”

At dicks words Clark wanted to melt into a pile of mush and happiness. But he didn’t have time, so he pressed a soft kiss onto dicks forehead. “I like being your dad.” He muttered before nodding and speeding out of the league building, leaving the others a batch of overwhelmed, and very stubborn kids.

Clark swam through the water like a bat out of hell, desperately weaving through as he searched for any sign of human activity, ears straining to hear anything at all. He went up to the shallows before examining the area thoroughly before finding some shrapnel, seems Bruce put up a strong fight. Good man. And he pulled it closer to himself. He couldn’t read the language, but it was some Asian language, which meant they were going back into the ocean to get back to their home.

Which meant he still had time to find Bruce.

He ignored the cold that seemed into his bones as he left the reef, and the twilight zone. Swimming further into the ocean then he’s ever swum as he went to go fins his Bruce and Jason. Part of his family. He couldn’t just leave them behind. This time? There was no room for error allowed.

Clark was starting to panic when he got a whiff of something in the water. Blood, Bruces blood. He could track it to the boat! But… Bruce was bleeding. Oh, hell no, people gonna die.

Tracking the blood with a burning rage in the back of his skull wasn’t the easiest thing he’s done. But definitely the thing he hasn’t regretted even once, as he continued till, he saw a ship in which the scent was just dripping off it.

Now, Clark could’ve been subtle about this. But he honestly didn’t care and was far too angry to consider anything but getting the two back. So, it came as a big surprise when he climbed up the side of the boat and just threw a guy off. The humans seemed almost intimidated of Clark’s size, and that made him so much angrier.

They didn’t mind kidnapping a pup and its parent huh? But when they have to take on a bigger Mer they minded? What a load of absolute bullshit.

Clark narrowed his eyes at one of the poachers and fixed him with a gaze that could melt steel. Literally. The man seemed to get what the other was after, because he pointed to a crate before jumping onto a raft like the other two men left. Cowards. Not that Clark was thinking of that now, as he instead went closer to the crate and open it up to fins a whimpering up clutching to an unconscious Bruce with blood dripping down his forehead. And Clarks heart nearly stopped.

Now, he knew Bruce was alive, he could hear his pulse. But that didn’t stop the fact that he was hurt. He clutched Jason to his side and pulled Bruce out of the crate, then falling backwards into the ocean to get the two some much needed water.

Since Jason seemed contented with clutching onto him like a backpack Clark focused on Bruce, checking the other man and making sure he was alright. About halfway through Bruce stirred, head pounding and pain shooting through his body as he stared up at Clark.

The two met eyes and Bruce tilted his head, “cl... ark?” he tried. Clark had never heard Bruce even try speaking before, so hearing his name, even fragmented and a bit strange was surreal, and damn he had a beautiful voice. Jason seemed to have not heard his father’s voice either because he chirped, swimming around and slotting himself into Bruce arms.

Bruce loosely wrapped sore arms around Jason, pulling himself up despite the discomfort to lean on Clark’s chest.

Clark pulled the other closer, starting on his way home as he mumbled reassurance.

“It’s ok, your other kids are safe and with my friends. They won’t let anything happen to them. Just stay with me, I’ll take you home.”

(Hello friends! Here’s another chapter, quite a long one this time! 1300 words, woof. Anyway, you wanna be tagged please let me know. Previous chapters are at the start and please leave a comment, it means so much to me. Thank you and I hope you enjoy!)

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SFTH Chaotic Highlights (Sorry About My Nan)

Briefly posting these out of order because I am way too fixated on this play. It has the psychological horror of a cult, one of Tom's eldritch villains, and dark humor, this shit was made for me-

The few minutes of vague trauma recounting as Sam and AJ internally debate which of them is gonna drop any information at all

As well as who the grandson of the title Nan is going to be, because I feel like Sam was ready for the role at first with the 'that was embarrassing'

"I just think it's good when things like this happen just to sit with it for a second, before you.. have a breakdown" Most real thing an AJ character has ever said

Jim asking if his own nan is still alive, whether AJ knew it at the time or not, as if even he was kinda hoping she wasn't

"Who invites their nan on their bachelor party??" Jamie asking the real questions. Unfortunately for him, this is the least weird thing that's going to happen on this stag do

Luke finally gets to experience the joys of playing a chaotic farm animal

They've had plenty of problems with names before, but idk if I've ever seen two actors try to give a character a name at the same time until now

Hey what the FUCK did Ethel do to Big Jim Clive's wallet?? WHAT WAS HER SHOW?!

Yet another instance of Luke's minor characters being incredibly well done- Like everything he says sound genuinely mortified

"I just feel shattered, you know?" I'm using this. You ca take this line from my cold, dead hands, it's how I'm describing every minor inconvenience in my life from now on

Also it was funny and all, but Sam was fucking dying like it was a joke from earlier in the show or something-

Anyway #JusticeForBigJimClive #AndHisWallet

"Listen, I've stood by you for a lot, but that?? I just don't understand.." - the man who's about to go through a cult initiation for his 'best friend'

"Are you my best friend?" Jim is the only one who would feel the need to ask this question at this point

Tom's using the shirt around his waist to symbolize Ethel flashing Jamie is some great stagecraft, I must say

It's the 'nanananana' build-up to an anticlimactic 'ethel' for me

Had to google what an air tag was, but yeah those are pretty big to spike a drink with

We never did get clarification for why Ethel said the wedding was her big day

Rip headphone users for AJ's "I KNOW" I forgot about it for the rewatch and fucking OW MY EARS-

"It's pre-used" Don't eat the bacon, Jamie. I repeat, DO NOT EAT THE BACON

"THANK GOD" "She- what do you mean thank god?" "Sorry, I mean oh god.. thank you" I said enough about this in another post but someone get Jamie tf out of here

"You've got so many teeth" Jericho flashbacks

I've made a post now on the Lucy/Julie thing, but to summarize, idc that she changed her name at the end, I will always call her Julie. It feels disrespectful not to-

"Listen, listen- She's asleep!" Jamie was not convinced of that. He just didn't want Jim to inject her with adrenaline to bring her back again. I see right through you, Jamie-

I just wanna know when exactly the first thought of 'Ethel is a cult leader' happened. Because there's a pretty good chance it was Luke when he said there was a statue dedicated to her

Okay on rewatch, that was definitely the moment. Luke knew what he was doing to the plot

I'm convinced that Luke saw Sam playing all these problem causing animal characters and thought 'fuck it I want in', resulting in this play's sheep scene. He is having the time of his life being a sheep, getting to chew on Tom's shirt and shit. He is laughing his ass off while causing problems for his other character. I love watching the boys have fun-

I know it's because he's brainwashed, but I fucking love Luke's german farmhand character being the only one in the room who is not only comfortable around Ethel, but actively excited to see her

Ethel calling the farmhand 'good boy' is the second time in a row Luke has been called that during a longform

"She seems happy here, why don't we just leave her with this guy?" Honestly a great idea, why would anyone be against this

Stag. stag. stag. STAG. STAG. STAG.

"Not one seat each" Why was my first thought not them sitting on each others' lap, but sharing the chair half-and-half, like two people fighting over a seat in musical chairs

"Be a good mate" "You're really pushing that" Is he, Jamie? You're about to willingly go through so much for him, is sharing a seat really pushing it for you?? Pining gays istg-

"I'm here for my best friend's stag do. I will do what he wants to do for the rest of the weekend, and then we will move on." Buddy. I am not doing that shit for my best friend. You are in love.

"It's like an A24 film" Big thank you to Sam, for being the reason they all leant into that theme for the rest of the show

"My name.. Is WILHELM." Jamie, exasperated: "... great."

The fact only the subtitlers acknowledged Sam repeatedly calling them 'numchucks'

"I think he wants us to fight" "WHY? Why do you go to that??" To be fair, my mind also went to that..

Jim: *tries to kill Jamie* Jamie: *doesn't attack him back and is entirely undeterred in his loyalty/friendship* I know what you are

"Wilkommen.. To the Cabaret!!" And just like that all the musical theater nerds lost their minds

I haven't even seen Cabaret, but I've heard the first song and immediately knew and was thrilled about what he was doing

Nah Tom was right in this instance, Sam he had a German accent and everything ofc this isn't Ethel

I like the subtle acting of Jamie saying 'NO!' to the request, and when Jim follows it up with the next word, Jamie looks at him with a very distinct 'you're doing this?' expression. Bro looks more betrayed than when Jim tried to murder him

Emcee living for the drama is so real

Emcee casually sitting on his stage partner's corpse as well as offering him the microphone

"Me neither" the audience laughs but like. That was incredibly unsettling.

"How's the best man?" Very suspicious thing to ask, Fake Julie

"I love you and I always have.. And I would never betray you" Okay but you didn't say you pwomise him, so I'm hesitant to believe you

Jamie's "Are we in Bristol??" to "WE'RE NOT IN BRISTOL!" pipeline

So.. am I the only one who thought Jamie was talking to Julie in the ending scene before Sam clarified he was her mother?

Ethel throwing her shirt onstage with her little 'eh!' noise is so funny

"For convincing me to invite your nan to my bachelorette party" INSANE THING TO AGREE TO JULIE

She's also horribly suited for cult brainwashing wtf did you set her up for Jim-

Also just noticed yet another parallel between Jamie/Jim and Amanda/Clarissa, with the same actor who played the ignored love interest also playing the role of priest at the wedding

Luke immediately going for the bridal hold in AJ's arms and being so content there

Conclusion: It really would've been better for everyone involved if Jamie got together with Jim instead. Jim doesn't have the girl who came onto his best friend, Jamie gets to be with his crush, and Julie doesn't have to change her name to Lucy. And Luke is very good at playing brainwashed cultists, which is the exact reason I'm excited to see his episode of Black Mirror. Oh, also I really hope this longform continues getting the attention it deserves, it's so fucking good

[vyzoi]

Decided to write a Nagi comfort fic

Spoilers: chapter 301 and chapter 302 leaks

Contains: angst, fluff, depressed Nagi, gender neutral reader

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Your friend Nagi left you with keys to his place in case you wanted to come over and chill there before he left to go compete in Blue Lock. So you decide to do just that today. When you unlocked the door, you had this lonely feeling inside. You really miss him. You miss playing video games with him, you miss taking naps with him, you miss everything about him. Heck, you even miss his cactus.

As soon as you got comfortable on the couch, you hear and see the door knob rattle. As soon as the door opens, you see Nagi. He looks like he’s been crying for a while. He knows you’re there but he hasn’t said a word to you yet. He throws his bags down. “I’m home.” Then he breaks down crying again.

You walk up to him and hug him as tight as you could. He hugs you back.

The next day, you and Nagi wake up to his alarm. At school, everyone notices him. It’s really taking a toll on his mental state. He’s acting like he doesn’t care about football anymore and Reo. It really hurts to see him like this. He’s also heavily sleeping in classes that day. Which concerns you a lot.

On the way home after school, you and Nagi are biking together. You drive past a Blue Lock billboard. It has Rin, Isagi, and Shidou on it. “Just forget it.” He then cycles away without looking back. You eventually catch up to him. “Nagi, I know you’re hurt but please talk to me.”

The next day, you and Nagi are watching fellow students play football. Then his emotions finally got the better of him. “If I don’t care about it, why does it hurt so much?” He then starts crying hard again. You just let him do his thing without saying anything. “Why couldn’t I put in more effort?” You hug him tightly. He buries his face in your shoulder. “It’s too late I can’t go back.”

You try to make him stand back up but he refuses. “Blue Lock was so much fun.” He stands back up and looks at you. “I want to go back but I can’t.” You try to wipe his tears away, but he won’t stop crying. You begin to cry to. “Nagi, I’m so sorry, I feel so helpless.” He looks at you. “Let’s go home and sleep together.”

When you got home, he immediately flops on the couch. “Nagi, that’s not your bed.” He sighs. “Just forget it.” You’re now tired of hearing him say that. That’s all he’s been saying these last few days. You drag him off the couch and into the bathroom. “Take a shower.” You then grab clothes from his room and throw them at him. “Hassle.”

He’s really depressed now. “Nagi, do you want me to at least wash your hair for you in the sink?” He sighs. “Fine, do whatever you want.” You sigh. “I hope you feel better after this.” He bends down and puts his head underneath the faucet. You grab his shampoo from the shower.

As you’re washing his hair, you notice that he’s starting to relax some. “I feel sleepy now.” You smile a little bit. After you get done washing his hair, you gently help him get back up so he doesn’t hit his head against the faucet. “I’m not helping you change clothes you can do that yourself.” You then throw a towel on his head and leave.

You’re lying on the couch watching a show. He slowly lays down on top of you. “Do you feel better now?” He sighs. “Not really, but in a way I do. I feel better after you washed my hair. But I don’t feel any better about Blue Lock.”

You play with his hair as he’s lying on your chest. “This show is boring.” You smile. “Nagi, you just don’t know how entertaining you can be.” He eventually falls asleep on your chest. You turn the tv off. “Goodnight Nagi, I hope I was somewhat helpful today.” He sighs. “You were very helpful. I’m glad I have you as a friend, goodnight.”

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Tag list: @feliwnni @minlahzz

[luuxxart]

i don’t think it’s his birthday, but it would be sad if it was

[nixotinix]

i do not care how or why or when it has to happen. somehow someway i am giving Dementophobia Jonny a pet crow.

[wackywatchdotcom]

something i genuinely adore about tadc is how painfully flawed everyone in the circus is. and not in a small way

everyone does SOMETHING that negatively impacts the others. but it makes the fact that you are supposed to sympathize with and really connect with them all the more potent. because its easy to want to put a bunch of characters in a bad situation together and to just have them all be nice to each other and everyone and never make mistakes because theres no reason to hurt each other, and most of them dont TRY to, but the way they cope is so, so realistic for each of their personalities, and it doesnt always mesh with the others, and sometimes it exceeds self destructive and Just Hurts Others, Too

they still generally care about each other and the mistakes they make and the ways they end up hurting each other dont lose their weight but like. it doesnt take away from their humanity and the fact that they are all trying so hard to manage in an awful situation

and the characters seem to have sooome sort of understanding of this too. not fully, because the characters dont tend to be 100% communicative, but when they hurt each other, it often makes EVERYONE uncomfortable. because these are the only people they have. these are their friends. and theyre all coping. but it doesnt change how much it affects them (best illustrated by ragathas lines at the start of ep 2 or gangles 'i love her, but after a while it gets kinda hard to tell how genuine shes actually being'). its not all like this, theres a good amnt of variety, but characters knowing this but not really knowing what to do about it is very painful in an effective way

(i think a subtle example of this is how zooble handles gangles situation in ep 4- they were so genuinely trying to help her because they care. but could tell as the day went on that oh, this is not working at all and its making things worse, and they leave gangle alone- something that very genuinely couldve been the moment she abstracted, because of the mask zooble gave her- and we dont get to have a super blatant explanation of zoobles thoughts on it, but they reach a fairly healthy conclusion about it that helps both of them, and i like that a lot, because on paper zooble could be placed at fault but the narrative doesnt dwell on it excessively, because thats not the point. i dont know if that tangent makes sense but i think about it sometimes. i think zooble wasnt 'to blame' but it was still a mistake, which is a hard balance to strike, and having them help at the end feels extremely effective at rounding it off!!!)

but like. in general its complicated balancing making characters in a bad situation act flawed because it can run the risk of seeming like the story is scolding them or blaming them for the situation theyre in, or like youre expected to not sympathize with them despite it (though the inverse also has complications- if characters in a bad situation never mess up, it feels unrealistic and hard to relate to, and can imply that their innocence is why whats happening to them is bad at all), but the show handles it so well

even the characters who are genuinely trying all try in different ways- some of them have similar outlooks or attitudes towards these thing but theres vital differences for ALL of them- sometimes it works and sometimes it doesnt. in fact some of the more painful mistakes characters have made in the show have come from them so genuinely trying (like the thing i mentioned w zooble, or basically Everything Ragatha Does, or pomnis first attempt at helping gangle, etc), which hits harder than if every mistake characters made had wholly selfish and cruel goals.

i mean, there is a selfishness to many of the characters' actions but imo not in a way thats not warranted. because all of them are in a horrible setting. its uncomfortable to watch characters be selfish. but it is a natural instinct to survive. its not the foundation of most of their actions, but when it is, its uncomfortable but hard to completely disparage them for in a way that makes you feel kinda conflicted

and like. it hurts to be doing your best and for that to make things worse, but its what happens often in the show. because no one in a bad situation is gonna handle it well. by the very nature of trying to survive something is gonna give, but it makes the themes of the show so much more powerful. that making sure the people around you dont feel unloved, cherishing them and finding meaning with others is no less important just because everyone is fucking up. it complicates things, for sure, but it doesnt make those characters exempt fromt this. theres a reason pomni tells gummigoo that she doesnt want "anyone" to feel like theyre nothing, and that kinger doesnt add ANY quallifiers to making sure people feel wanted and loved (not that i think either of them were thinking SUPER super hard, but it conveys smth from the perspective of the narrative

it gets complicated when you add in jax for sure, since i think on the surface he IS the exception to this concept- none of the characters like him, including pomni or kinger. but i think this is something thats gonna be examined further down the line, bc hes the main complicating factor in this reading of the show, but i feel like thats on purpose. hes universally disliked (and so is caine, in a different way) and his actions arent mistakes. they are him coping. the show has made it clear that he can be a complex person AND also a piece of shit. his actions dont detract from the fact that hes a person and the show reminds us of this. so it makes things so messy, but im genuinely super excited to see how the show examines that. where his character goes is, imo, going to be a massive piece of how this show fleshes out this concept

[asalesbian]

[homoerotically steals your boyfriend] [homoerotically steals your boyfriend] [homoerotically st

was idly rotating toxic yuris in my mind and felt compelled to redraw a personal fav screencap as another beloved hot mess of a relationship, so i hereby bring you jackie/shauna(/jeff) by way of juri/shiori(/some guy)

[original utena image under the cut]

[mnonep]

I'm kind of like a baitpilled fishcel recently, really been squidmaxxing lately

[tackminyard]

show tempe gang crossover with the morris islanders would actually have been the best episode of bones ever. btw

[cuteniarose]

ATLA for the ask game!!

*stares blankly at my screen as I try to remember the last time I've felt any strong emotion for an AtLA character*

(no genuinely those guys just kinda Exist to me istg I’m not invested even when I’m actively rewatching the show)

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most) – This one’s easy: Azula. One does not simply go through their teenage years as a severely mentally ill girl with a shitty dad and emotionally absent mom who favours the other child and end up normal about Azula lmao. I need any and every canon media to leave her the fuck alone. No I do not have a vision as to what happens to her post canon. Yes I do think that what the creators went with sucks ass and thus is not canon in my multiverse thank you very much

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped) – Appa. Just Appa. As a bonus, baby Appa. I need a plush of him more than I need to breathe (though Hanička might get to it so.. how good that idea is may be debatable). Oh, and The Duke. Have you ever seen him hugging Toph in the background of the last episode (I believe)?? Babies, absolute babies, they deserve the world, your honour

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave) – …. Mai? I feel like Mai doesn’t get enough love in the fandom. My current objective is trying to get the friend I’m making watch AtLA for the first time like her :P

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week) – Okay, I’m gonna be honest, I’ve thought over this one for a good 20 minutes and haven’t been able to come up with anything because I Genuinely Do Not Care That Much, but during this past rewatch I’ve been doing with my friends I have had a *Leonardo DiCaprio pointing meme* moment at every reference to Yangchen thanks to A CERTAIN SOMEONE, so… might not be me who never shuts up about her, but she still counts (though I did go on a small infodump when my friend asked me “which one’s that one?” during the Avatar State montage in Book 2 Episode 1, so… perhaps there is more of a case to be made here). Oh, and Smellerbee. I wanna know what Smellerbee’s deal is. No one ever talks about Smellerbee :/

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave) – Hama. Partially for Ming-Hua related reasons, partially because I’m obsessed with the concept of bloodbending (and yet cannot give two shits about Amon or Tarrlok 🤔 Hm, correction: the concept of bloodbending women :D), partially because I wholeheartedly believe that she was brought back to the South Pole and she and Kanna got to be lesbians together for whoever many years they had left – side note, how come every bloodbending woman is a lesbian? – and there’s a certain subsection of the fandom who have proven to not be able to be normal about victims of colonisation, hence the “problematic” category. (Also… not a character, but the Great Divide is a fun episode and you all are way too mean about it. Yes, it does have some.. questionable implications, but all the arguments about how it doesn’t further the plot are stupid as fuck because IMO, if we have time for half a dozen random Fire Nation adventures and a whole episode dedicated to Zuko’s sob story and the trashfire that Ember Island Players is, we have time for the Great Divide. Argue with a wall)

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason) – Zuko. This is because I do not like him. No further commentary lest this fandom tear me to pieces. And Jet. This is also because I do not like him. And Sokka. But I actually do like him, I just think it’s funny when he suffers (/affectionate)

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell) – Pakku. It has been 11 years since I watched AtLA for the first time and never once have I been convinced that Kanna actually married him. Absolutely not, to superhell with you. If there’s any NWT waterbender who deserves to get with Kanna, it’s Yugoda. Hama/Kanna/Yugoda polycule when???

[hesgomorrah]

there's a certain character who i'm not going to name for reasons that should be self-evident, who i have mentioned from time to time that i'm not particularly a fan of for deeply personal reasons. but because i don't like him i deliberately avoid searching or posting in his character tag, and i usually just steer clear of conversations centered on him, for my own sanity and out of respect for the people who do like him. but what i have gathered from broader fandom spaces is that there are some people who don't do that and like to post loudly about not liking him where fans can see it. which makes fans of said character feel justified in endlessly dunking on the very CONCEPT of a person who doesn't like their special guy. and when i'm one of the only people in the fandom i know of who has been vocal about not liking him, it's hard not to feel like it's a little targeted even when i know i haven't been doing the stuff they're complaining about. which really sucks when i've talked about the reasons for my aversion in the past as respectfully as i could. i don't know WHO has been posting hate in his tag but if you're reading this and you think it might be you: cut that shit out

[strohller27]

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[kittycatred]

hi guys !! so, i cant sleep, aha...but thats finee !! its no specific reason im sure... ദ്ദി´▽`)

i have ruben with me though !! so its not like im alone or anything ahaha....a pig counts as company, doesnt he ? (｡Ó﹏Ò｡)

you know, since ive been awake thinking....about nothing in particular.....i was thinking back before in last post when i mentioned the whole minecraft thing ? ill spare the details, that story is like....an hour and 19 minutes tops to sit through i swear (*´▽`*)

but, SO much happened, we were so tired afterwards, id assume we did nothing for atleast a week or so (⸝⸝ ˊᗜˋ⸝⸝ )

BUT like ive been saying, im noooot worried !! theyre capable !! extremely capable im sureee !!! ദ്ദി´▽`)

but id much rather be in that moment all over again right now than be without them

its silly though !! im just rambling at night aha what am i thinking (´∇｀'')

but yknow, id rather much relive the world for us nearly ending all together, then deal with a week without most of them

BUT like ive been saying, im noooot worried !! theyre capable !! extremely capable im sureee !!! ദ്ദി´▽`)

cause thats my friends !! we're all strong, we've been through alot, if we work well together theyll still be fine on their own im sureeee im suree !! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

or well, atleast i keep trying to believe that right now....

[reploidbuddy]

Btw I'll be taking a partial break from tumblr to avoid the uh.... reactions the movie will start