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My roommate when she was ordering food 3 times a day: hey I know you're disabled and have to cook all your meals, but when are you gonna move heavy boxes out of the way for me? Why didn't you mop the floor? Why are there still dishes in the sink? That's so gross. Yeah I'm just the kind of person who needs to clean dishes immediately after making food, otherwise it bothers me. You know we need to all clean out the fridge and pantry together. Are you going to get this thing I didn't buy for the household when my other roommate moved out? Can you get something at the store for me?
My roommate when she had to cook herself dinner: yeah Im sorry I didn't pick up weed for you like I offered, I didn't even bother going out because I realized I had to choose between cooking and errands. Next week, ok? Also, I piled all my big pots and pans in the sink without rinsing them out, I was just so exhausted. I didn't bring in the trash can either.
#Average person when they have to cook for themselves instead of having a restaurant worker or their partner or family member do it reaction.#Yeah it's almost like limiting poor people on EBT to uncooked food is cruel and unreasonable or something.#And it's almost like not being sympathetic to your disabled roommates in a lower income bracket than you makes you a selfish bitch!#Its almost like cooking is incredibly exhausting and there's a reason professional chefs have a team of 10-20 people chopping + cleaning up#And I'm just one fucking guy. You piece of shit.#Anyway guess who has one less pain management option and 3x 12 hour shifts coming up.#All because boo hoo there were consequences for my shitty rich inconsiderate roommate with no social skills.#The weed wasn't even free. I was gonna have to pay her back. Little miss family inheritance couldn't spare me some free weed.#I hate this city.#â ď¸
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Syncing My Period Tracker With My Bf (gone wrong) â gojo satoru
cw: smut, ovulation, ovulation sex, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, clit pinching, cum licking and eating, little bit of anal play, gojo is pussy drunk fr, female reader, all characters are 18+, MDNI, slightly proofread
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a/n: thank you guys for 1k! finally wrote something after so long lol.. pls check out my navigation for updates on when new fics will be posted, what's coming soon [series] and [long fics and drabbles], and my current semi-hiatus due to exams! hope you all enjoy this <3
whoever told you that syncing your period tracker with your boyfriend was a good idea was wrong. it was a bad idea to begin with, giving satoru full access to your cycle on his phone.
because the minute he got the notification that your ovulation started, he teleported his ass home.
without even greeting you, he makes his way into your shared bedroom, with you slung over his shoulders. not sparing a single second, he manhandles you onto the bed, forcing you on your hands and knees. tearing off your clothes, his hands grip the fat of your asscheeks, spreading them wide open to the sight of your glistening pussy, while you're lying underneath him confused.
âtoru?â you ask, looking behind your shoulder and receiving no reply, your boyfriend busy burying his nose in between your folds. a groan leaving his lips as he takes a big fat sniff of your ovulating pussy, eyes nearly rolling to the back of his skull from your scent.
âyouâre ovulating,â is the only response you get before you squeal, his tongue diving in without warning, licking eagerly at your wet folds, drinking in your juices with vigor.
your arms and legs tremble as you try to keep yourself up, arms giving out underneath you as your face falls flat onto the bed, moaning in pleasure as drool ruins your pillow covers.
âtoru- toru please-,â you whine, feeling a suck to your clit that has your body thrashing and squirming. his hands gripping the plump of yass as he spreads you open, back in a pretty arch, only shoving his face deeper into your pussy.
feeling his warm tongue leaving your wet pussy to lick at your little puckered hole teasingly, you sob. pussy clenching on nothing, begging him to touch you where you need him the most.
your nails dig into the sheets beneath you, smothering your face into the pillow as you try to swallow and keep in your moans, afraid to wake up the neighbors, but satoru has other plans. tongue curling against your slippery walls, his fingers pinch your engrossed clit whenever you try to muffle your pretty sounds.
wet slurping noise fills the bedroom. satoru's tongue and nose deep in your pussy as he drinks your sweet juices, adams' apple bobbing as he gulps. your pussy tightening with each curl of his skilled tongue as he laps at gummy walls.
"mhmm- oh god-" a choked moan leaving your wobbly drooling lips, knuckles turning white from fisting the sheets tightly. your head buried in your pillow as you try to grind your hips against his face, despite his bruising grip on your ass, thick fingers digging into your cheeks as he spreads you wide open for his eager tongue.
the bed creaks slightly as satoru grinds his hips against the mattress, trying to reach his peak with you. cock straining against his uniform, precum leaking under his boxers, making a wet patch against them as he eats you out, his voice muffled between your thighs as he devours his meal.
hands fondling your asscheeks, a finger sneaks its way inside, stretching your tights walls as he laps at your juices, pulling out a silent scream from your shaky lips. your abdomen tightens as he abuses your poor sweet spot, lips making their way further down to wrap around your sensitive clit, while you desperately try to run away from the overwhelming pleasure.
"fuck baby-" he groans, forcing you to stay still as he abuses your poor cunt, "stop moving." you think you're finally hallucinating, your ears betraying you as you hear him nearly whine, begging you to stop moving, to stop depriving him of his sweet desert.
your body trembles as satoru relentlessly pleasures you, his skilled fingers and tongue bringing you closer and closer to the edge. your senses go numb as tears stream down your cheeks, the coil in your belly ready to snap at any moment as orgasm approaches.
"toru- I'm close," you sob, voice shaky and breathing ragged as your eyes flutter shut tightly.
doubling his efforts, his tongue flicks against your swollen clit, finger curling against your spongy wall with each flick of his tongue. his soft, wet lips wrap around your sensitive bud, sucking your clit as pleasure consumes your senses.
the pace of his fingers increases, thrusting up against your sweet spot, and with a final suck to your poor clit, you come undone. your back in a pretty arch as intense waves of pleasure wreck your body. a loud moan escapes your lips as your pussy flutters, coating his fingers with your juices before he sucks them clean, humming at the taste of you, his favourite sweet treat.  Â
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four assertions:
(1) popular discussions on Body Image and misogyny are fundamentally flawed and myopic for treating a woman's Poor Body Image as first and foremost an internal subjective pathology, to be overcome with self-help and self-esteem and Healthy Thinking, rather than primarily an objective external reality of misogynist punishment
when a woman foregoing makeup or shaving at work is reprimanded for Being Unprofessional; when she is treated even by other women as less competent at her job for her embodiment; when she is fired for being too visibly or audibly a trans woman; the actual problem she faces is not her âPoor Body Imageâ. she could have the most love for her own appearance in the world, not give a single fuck about stubble or skincare or visibly aging, and none of that self-love would save her job
yet the focus in popular discourses on Body Positivity, surgeries, medical transition, makeup, shaving, etc. is always on body image as an internal feeling, and specifically, a pathologized subjectivity that must be overcome with Good Vibes, Proper Feminist Consciousness toward her own body, Self-Esteem, and Health. again, none of these things would actually spare the transgressing woman from her punishment, though maybe a union could
I've focused on workplace coercion here because employment is such a clear and stark location where the external punishment comes to bear on women, but this reality of misogynist discrimination and mistreatment applies to every other sphere of our lives as well. failing to conform to a misogynist standard of comportment and embodiment results in women being overall treated as less competent and less worthy in social life and friendship, in intellectual and artistic pursuits, by family and friends and lovers and acquaintances and strangers
(2) locating this problem primarily in terms of a pathological body image obscures the reality of misogynist coercion. this is closer to Self-Help than it is to an actual engagement with misogyny
out of the many cloying posts (almost always by TME people) advising women that we can Just Not Wear Makeup Or Shave and there won't really be consequences, that it really doesn't matter, I've seen exactly one such post acknowledge in any form that women can be punished for these things. it was a disclaimer tacked onto the end acknowledging that women can lose our jobs or be subjected to transmisogynist harassment, and that we shouldn't push ourselves into unsafe circumstances. I was genuinely shocked to see it even stated briefly for once
why is downplaying misogynist coercion the norm in these discussions? is downplaying misogyny Feminist? is it Feminist to see women navigating objective misogyny and effectively say âskill issueâ?
(3) these discourses are outrageously paternalistic and pathologizing toward trans women specifically, even more so than they overwhelmingly already are for cis women
cis women can at least be pitied or allotted some level of acknowledged victimhood in their silly, misguided, unhealthy subjectivities, whereas trans women are largely chided for actively doing it to ourselves with our perverted and misogynist habits, such as Anime, Porn, and Generally Being Oversexed
these attributions are couched in a racist notion of anime as an especially perverted corrupting influence; a transmisogynist notion of trans women having pathological sexualities; and to be blunt, the transmisogynist canard of trans women as misogynist male pervert space-invaders who start wanting to be women because of little girls in anime and sexual degeneracy
with these unhealthy reference points assumed, trans women are then prescribed images of virtuous cis women as âhealthyâ ârealisticâ body image and transition reference pointsâour cis women relatives, cis women you see on the bus, cis women figures considered to be respectable ideals like Sigourney Weaver (who is very skinny btw), etc.âbut notably, not other trans women
(4) to the extent that body image does exist as a squishy internal feeling, secondary to the misogynist external reality discussed in (1), the rhetorical omission of trans women from how trans women form such subjective Body Image betrays a lack of good-faith engagement with our lives and that process
the overwhelming majority of trans women I know were heartened to take the plunge on transitioning by seeing other trans women: other trans women's selfies, other trans women in real life, other trans women's transition timelines, other trans women being horny in our own skins, seeing and getting to know other trans women
meanwhileâas surprising as this may be to some peopleâmost of us had actually seen a cis woman, and dare I say we even knew and interacted with cis women as people in our lives, prior to coming out to ourselves or transitioning. again, there is a disconnect between trans women and virtuous everyday Real Women [read: cis women] lurking in this framing
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all mine.
PAIRING: aemond targaryen x afab!reader. WORDCOUNT: 1.9k
CW: jealous sex, mating press (hehe), unprotected sex, breeding kink!!, creampie, kind of angsty but its porn w a little bit of plot. use of high valyrian + a sprinkle of aegon bashing! mdni <3
AUTHORâS NOTE: this was originally a 500 word drabble and then... i went a bit nuts.. if you enjoyed the fic, pls lmk! not proofread we die like literally everyone lol.
ABSTRACT:
aemond gets caught up with his royal duties and finds himself spending less time with his precious lady wife. determined to take matters in your hands, you make some silly choices involving another prince, which only makes things worse. till it gets better :)
this time, you think you deserved it.
what begun as a harmless jest to get aemond to pay attention to you quickly led to letting aegon drunkenly sweet talk you at supper. and yes, pretending to flirt with your husbandâs brother in front of him might not have been the best decision, but you were just having fun right?
wrong.
you were perhaps the stupidest woman in all the seven kingdoms. really, there was no rationale for choosing to engage with aegon for more than ten minutes at a time and yet here you were, âgigglingâ at his piss poor jokes and pretending to listen to his made up tales of something you couldnât care to remember.
you could only chastise your past self for your poor decision making skills as aegon whispered into your ear, far too close to your liking. he stunk of the rich, dornish wine served earlier in the evening and his eyes lazily stared at the expanse of your chest. but regardless of whether he was drunk or not, aegon had enough wits about him to realise his brother was furious.
a sly grin on aegonâs face, he seemed to understand the predicament you were in and leaned in to plant a wet kiss on your cheek, before loudly announcing his exit with a parting âmy ladyâ, to further enrage aemond.
internally groaning, you waited till aegon left before daring to take a peek at aemond. but he wasnât even looking at you.
the complete lack of response terrified you. in fact, youâd almost convinced yourself he didnât care at all, until you noticed his blanching knuckles gripping his silverware. âaemond, i-," you begun.
in an instant, aemond had gotten up out of his seat and finally looked at you with a look in his eyes that only meant one thing. he mumbled out a quick excusal for the pair of you, before extending his arm towards you with a pointed stare.
you were well and truly fucked.
â๨ŕ§ËâĄË ࣪
before you can realise whatâs happened, aemondâs dragged you to your shared chambers at a pace youâre struggling to keep up with. quickly dismissing your maids, he shuts the doors firmly, before turning his back to you and shucking off his outer clothing. you dejectedly do the same, struggling out of your dress. you leave them in a heap on the floor, stripping down till youâre in your underthings.
the sounds of aemond changing have quietened down, spurring you to take a peek at him. heâs left in his pants; his broad shoulders and back on display for you to admire. maybe he'll listen to you if you explain yourself, you delude yourself. tiptoeing over to where he stands, you attempt a sheepish half smile, grabbing onto his bare arm to direct his attention to you.
âplease, iâm sorry, i wasnât thinking, i just missed you,â you start, attempting to make eye contact with aemond. heâs yet to talk to you, pointedly ignoring you. he simply stands there, jaw clenched, refusing to acknowledge you any further.
you feel stupid, really. doing all this to gain the attention of the man standing in front of you and even then, he doesnât even spare you a glance. you wait for a few more seconds before deciding to save yourself the embarrassment. with a sigh, you turn back to your shared bed and sit yourself down.
you rush to unpin your hair, readying yourself for sleep. the dull throb of want in your stomach has you frowning but you know the only person who could satisfy you is aemond. in your distracted state, you donât see that aemondâs turned back to face you.
âdo you take me for a fool?â you freeze, not expecting that of all questions. you start to respond when he cuts you off with a glare. aemond huffs out a curse and walks over to stand in between your legs. a part of you think he looks majestic from this view, but youâre quick to silence your thoughts as he slightly lowers himself till heâs level with you.
âyou missed me, so you thought it best to what? throw yourself at my brother?â the affronted look in your eyes tells aemond heâs wrong but heâs not feeling very charitable as you try to come up with right thing to say. âand you thought iâd just let him have you?â
âno! i swear, i was being childish aemond,â you try to reason with him. the longer you think about it, the faster you realise how childish you really were. but it doesnât change your intentions. you were unsatisfied and tired. but you also hadnât been this close to aemond without someone else being nearby in a while. the dull throbbing sensation in your cunt was starting to spread and you fought the urge to rip your underthings off and let aemond have his way with you.
âif you wanted something, all you had to do was tell me, not run off to aegon,â he muses, his right arm coming up to trace the veins in your neck. aemond can feel the way your breath stutters; he takes note of the way your lips quiver and fingers curl up slightly at his words. you not-so-subtly push your thighs together, trying to alleviate some of your lust by yourself.
a satisfied grin curls at his lips and aemond, finally, leans into the slope of your neck. you shiver at the feather-like sensation of his lips pressing into your skin, grabbing onto his arm to steady yourself before he pushes you onto your back. âaemond, i need only you,â you shyly mumble, before reaching up on your elbows to undo the clasp of his eye patch.
aemond lets you do as much before throwing it behind him, fixing you with a lust-filled gaze that has you whimpering within a second. he leans over you, and makes a show out of dragging the fabric of your underthings down till heâs rid of them, throwing them to the side. youâre shaking as you watch him eye your cunt with a starving look.
calloused hands grab at the fat of your thighs, kneading the soft skin there before pushing them to your chest. you mewl as cold air fans over your wet cunt, catching the way aemond eyes your hole greedily twitching around nothing. âthis is what you wanted, right?â
âyes, yes, please,â you beg. if you werenât so desperate already, you would have gagged at the sound of your whiny tone. but aemond seems to like your desperation. aemond undoes the string of his pants, before palming himself with a squeeze that has him sighing in relief. your mouth waters at the sight before you.
aemond gives himself a moment before he climbs over you, his frame gently pushing onto your knees in the position youâre in. your eyes flutter shut at the sensation of his warmth enveloping you.
âno, look at me, ÄbrazČłrys,â your silver haired lover grunts, as he goes to drag his cockhead over your slit. âi should get aegon to pleasure your whorish cunt instead.â
your immediate protests brings a smug grin to aemondâs face. of course, he would never let his brother anywhere near the ethereal sight beneath him, but seeing the tortured look on your face brings him a sick sense of pride. he plays with you like this for a moment, rubbing his cockhead over and over your clit till youâre nearly crying out in want.
after what feels like a lifetime, he decides to push into you. aemond intently watches the way his cock catches at the rim of your pussy before he slams into you. your resulting gasp has aemondâs chest tightening as he loses himself to the feeling of your walls clenching around him immediately.
letting out a strangled moan of your name, he sets a brutal pace from the get-go, ploughing forward until youâre clawing at his neck and shoulders for a reprieve. youâre a quivering mess under him, a mix of moans and cries escaping you. you can feel him everywhere.
a light flush rises on aemondâs cheeks and upper chest, a pink hue that matches the fine dresses you might wear to a banquet or a tourney. your teary eyes trace the faint red lines peaking up on his broad shoulders, evidence of your passion that has your core clenching tighter around him. aemond catches your stare, mouth agape in a euphoric state of mind and pushes your knees down even further, if it was possible.
his wife, his lover, his, his, only his.
"it's okay, sweetling," he vows, fat cock bullying your walls as he moulds himself into you. he bends down to leave a path of kisses trailing down your neck, assuming a steady yet punishing pace into your sopping core. "for me, remember? you can take it for me, right?" aemond groans, drunk on the way your pussy sucks him in, eyes squeezed shut in the pleasure you both share.
leaning back, aemond watches you grip the sheets tightly, he feels the way you soak his cock every time he rocks into your pussy. you've gone half mad, tongue lolling out as you chant his name as a mindless mantra. he drags your knees down to instead wrap around his hips, bringing you closer to plant wet kisses down your neck, nipping at the salty skin. you keen into his ear at the change of position, untangling your hands from the sheets to cling tightly to aemond.
"feel good, love?" he murmurs, trailing his arm down till it lights presses onto your stomach as he drives his cock back into you. "tonight's the night i'm filling you up. that way, my fool of a brother will know to stay away from you.â
you donât even think youâre making sense as you blabber your agreement. you want, no, you need him to give you his heir. you need him to drive himself further into you till you feel him in your chest, in your heart.
the thought of a miniature aemond targaryen running around has your heart swelling in your chest; the life youâve always wanted but never let yourself dream of for too long. your lives were far too cruel for such a precious being to be born into it, yet aemond seems hellbent on making it come true as he bullies his cock further and further into your cunt.
aemond slows to a dangerous grind and bends down to capture your lips, his lean torso catches on your clit as you arch up into his mouth. "aemond pl-please, i want it," you whine, your hips buck as his languid thrusts reach a spot deeper than you thought possible. "you're mine," he groans into the heat of your mouth, skilled fingers come down to rub taut circles on your aching clit. he feels the telltale signs of your trembling walls and your greedy eyes beg him for release.
âfuc-fuck, nykeâm bÄ konÄŤr,â aemond huffs, feeling your cunt swell around his cock as he rams deeper into you. youâre scrambling to hold onto anything; his shoulders, his wrists, the pillow, the sheets.
when you start twitching around his cock, walls fluttering at a pace aemond can't keep up with, he thinks you're the most divine creature in all the seven kingdoms.
and as you cream around his cock, aemond finds himself pushing himself into you one more time, filling you with his hot seed and the unspoken promise to cherish you for as long as you'd have him.
â๨ŕ§ËâĄË ࣪
high valyrian translations:
ÄbrazČłrys - wife. nykeâm bÄ konÄŤr - iâm almost there.
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Been thinking a lot lately about how Satoru doesnât really cook.
Growing up the way he did, everyone was pulling from every direction, unloading immense responsibility on him because of the Six Eyes. So normalcy wasnât in the cards for him.
From a young age, his schedule was packed from dusk to dawn with all kinds of tasks embedded on him. And so, dinner was simply a time of day for him more than anything else. He was served a mediocre dish, then he had to return to his responsibilities.
And then he moved to Tokyo, and was finally blessed with some newfound freedom. But he didnât want to waste this spare time learning how to cook, especially when Jujutsu Tech served him perfectly okay meals three times a day. Who was he to not take advantage of such privilege?
Any interest of developing some culinary skills was also smothered by his insane sweet tooth. Something heâd picked up as a way to help him, quickly evolved into never ending munching â forget proper food.
Sadly for him, the number of responsibilities didnât decrease as he entered adulthood â rather the opposite. And now, as he was technically a grown up, there was a lot less tolerance for nonsense. People expected things from him now.
Yet again, cooking dinner was deprioritised. He also didnât see a reason to devote time to cook when it was so much easier to just have it delivered right on his doorstep. He had the means to support such an expensive luxury, so why not?
Sitting down by the dining table after a long day of duties, a warm meal welcoming him with delightful smells never even became something he missed, seeing as he didnât know what it was he had sacrificed for choosing the easy path.
Then you came creeping into his life.
You in general, had been a surprise to say the least. After everything, pursuing anything romantic wasnât something that had been on his list of priorities either. But once he met you, he couldnât not try to make you his.
Everything escalated pretty quickly, and it was fairly early on that you decided you wanted to cook for him for the first time.
âI got some insane pasta cravings. You down for that tonight?â You had your phone resting between your shoulder and your cheek while you scanned the grocery isles for what you needed.
âYeah, sounds good,â he answered on the other end of the line. âIâll just have whatever youâre having.â
You couldnât help but giggle a little at his comment, a tiny bit confused by what he meant. âWell, duh. Iâm not making two separate pasta dishes.â
âOh,â a moment of silence from your boyfriend as the reality set in. âYeah, no, of course. Just habit I guess,â smearing on with his usual, charismatic voice to play off his little slip.
Because poor Satoru had only assumed you would be ordering in, since it was all he really knew. The concept of prepping and cooking a dish from scratch hadnât even crossed his mind.
A few hours later, the same usual comfort that came from your company, welcomed him along with an assortment of the most delicious smells once he arrived at your apartment.
âAh, perfect timing,â you smiled, rushing to give him a small peck on the lips when he joined you in the kitchen before quickly hopping back to putting the finishing touches on dinner.
A small sensation of worry filled you, because this was the first time you had witnessed Satoru completely silent. Taking the time to turn your head over your shoulder to make sure he was alright, you saw his eyes just taking in the scenery of the set table and the somewhat messy kitchen.
âJust take a seat, Satoru,â you chuckled nervously, nodding in the direction of what had become his designated chair. âItâs almost ready.â
You saw a weak nod before he slowly shuffled over to the table and sat down. He swallowed the small lump in his throat when you put the casserole on the table in front of him.
âDinner is served. But itâs hot, so just, be careful.â
When he didnât move a muscle, you tried to act as if things were normal and served yourself first, hoping he would eventually tell you whatever it was that had gotten into him.
âSatoru?â
Your soft voice of concern snapped him back to reality, his familiar smile finding its way back to his expression â though he wasnât truly himself quite yet.
âLooks absolutely delicious!â He gushed and finally filled his plate.
You continued to eye him with some suspicion as he started to dig in. Something you couldnât put your finger on, washed over him when he took the first bite. Then another, and another, and another â then he was suddenly ogling you with the widest eyes you could remember seeing on him.
âThis might be the best thing Iâve ever eaten!â
You pursed your lips to choke back the exaggerated laugh that was about to burst out at his statement, that you were convinced had to be a lie.
âIs that so?â You teased, carefully stepping deeper into the topic to see if he was actually being truthful.
âBabe, this-â he cut himself off, awe overtaking him. âWhere did you learn this?â
You shrugged casually. âIâve just picked up a few things over the years, I guess.â
âWhat else can you make?â
âUhm, I donât know,â you stuttered, a little taken aback by his surprising enthusiasm to what you considered to just be a simple pasta dish. âSeveral things.â
âCould you please cook for me tomorrow? And whenever you have the time?â
âOf course,â you smiled, shoulders resting when he now seemed to be totally fine, finishing his first portion only to take yet another huge serving.
Because to Satoru, it was more than just dinner.
Dinner and eating had always just been yet another task he did simply because he knew he had to eat. Never had there been any deeper meaning to it â but you showed him it could definitely be more.
To him, it also became a sign of devotion. You were willing to put in the time and the work to make him something nice, then you would get to enjoy it together. No one had really done that for him before.
Finally it was Satoru's turn to enjoy the domesticity of something as mundane as a home cooked dinner.
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ËËË Entry : 053 - Lover! Genius HSR Men x Dumbass! Fem! Reader: What do I do with you?... ⥠ËËË
[ Veritas Ratio, Dan Heng, Aventurine, Sunday ]
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For most students they dread the sudden random pop quizzes on mondays and fridays; but for a certain class they feared Veritas Ratio discovering their homeworks more than the monsters hiding underneath their beds. If there is a choice between dancing with the devil in scalding hot slippers vs having Veritas see your test resultsâ They would much rather tango with the fiend than the latter.
But what about you? You who is the apple of the genius's eyes? How about your poor soul who has that grim reaper hovering over your shoulder almost 24/7?
"My dearest darling..." Veritas sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose while glancing at your mock test results. "We have gotten over 16 of these questions atleast for 3 hours..."
Ah yes, the familiar expression he does when he's about to nag you to no ends.
"But calculus is so hard!" You whine in protest, batting your puppy eyes on him hopes it works and that the violet haired man feels weak on the knees. "Please understand that I am not born with the same godly braincells you have, your divinity!"
"...." His nose scrunches at the flattering nickname, eyebrow twitching as he attempts to resist your charms.
It's working right?... Right?
It must be!
"If it weren't for the fact you had an impeccable english essay I would be scolding you to no end" Veritas lets out another heavy sigh. "Come, I'll go over these questions once again."
This calls for a celebration, atleast he spared youâ To some degree.
Veritas read multiple articles as of late pertaining to individuals who have weak academic skills, he needed to understand idiots in order to teach idiots.
And since you were one... He has to try.
Did it work?
Surprisingly?
It did.
All he needed to do was to baby down the terms and teach you the solutions and terms four times over and over until you understand and can solve the problems by yourself.
Veritas is thoroughly impressed by your effort, or maybe you're just trying hard because you're scared of getting an earful from him?
It doesn't matter.
"Hm." He hums, inspecting the set of questions he made for you to solve. "I'm impressed, dearest. You're actually smarter than I thought, we'll work on your speed for the following dayâ Oof!"
Veritas sputters as he felt your body suddenly jump towards him. He lost balance for quite a bit but steadied himself on a desk while his other hand instinctively grasped your back.
"Is this your attempt of seducing me not to scold you?" He says, a tinge of pink on his cheeks as he tries to prevent his lips from twitching a smile.
"No, I just want to cuddle you" You mumble, nuzzling him further.
"Ugh" Veritas complains (right, as if he's not enjoying the affection) before returning your embrace.
He reckons you must have been tired from using the best capacity of your brain to understand the complicated calculus formulas he shoved down your throat in the past three hours.
For being a good student, you need some rest due rest and affectionâ From him of course. Who else would?
"Good job today" Veritas praises, his voice dropping into an affectionate tone as he pressed his lips on your temple.
âË. ŕ ËââŚË đťđđ âđđđ ËâŚâË ŕ§ .Ëâ
Dan Heng is done with life. No not really, he can't leave you, not with your grades anyway. What'll happen to you if he's not here?
He scrunches his nose a little as he sees the pathetic score on your physics quiz. If he leaves you to your own devices, you will end up repeating a grade.
Dan Heng can't have that, he plans to spend all of his schoolyears by your side.
Separation anxiety they call it.
He takes a deep and tired sigh before looking down on you who is sulking on his lap like a defeated puppy.
What is he to do with you?
With how adorable you are right now, how can he resist you?
"Lift your head up," Dan Heng gently says, petting your hair lovingly. "Let's study together, hm? It'll be... Fun"
He wasn't the type to treat studying as a game. But after tutoring his dumbass friends: Caelus, Stelle, and Marchâ He knows just how to play along and make efforts to get someone like you to study.
If he can get those nutheads to straighten up; then you would be no different.
As mischievous as you are, you also listen to Dan heng the most.
After a few more cooing and kisses (And maybe a threat that he wont let you borrow his jacket anymore)â You finally agree to his request.
It's for your own good anyway.
Dan Heng is very patient with you, making sure to slow things down and using multiple analogies to get you to understand. Calculations are complicated in the first place, he doesn't expect you to get it right the moment he teaches you.
Having trouble recalling the basics? He'll explain it to you.
He even goes as far as teaching you some calculation techniques to help you and most importantly he is teaching you shortcuts to make everything easier for you.
Solving problems is just finding a pattern anyway, as long as you recognize itâ Then the rest will come easy.
And as he expected, after a few hours of trial and errorâ You have finally managed to get a score of 4/5 in the practice sheet he provided.
"Not so bad, is it?" Dan Heng said in that monotone but affectionate voice of his, placing a plate of your favourite snacks down on the empty space beside you. "You're doing so well."
"I'm sorry for bothering you..." You apologize, slumping down.
"No, it's alright," The ravenette boy shook his head and kissed the top of your head out of habit, "I like studying, especially if it's with you."
"You're just saying that to make me feel better" You pout, earning a soft smile from him at how cute you are.
"I'm not" Dan Heng mumbles as his lips stayed on your head. "Let's do this more often together. I am able to focus more when you're around me"
He's really just saying that just to make you feel better. But you can't really read him even if you're both dating him.
And Dan Heng knows you're doubting him no matter how sincere he is.
It doesn't matter.
He'll just have to make a way for you to acknowledge. For now though? Dan Heng is more than satisfied to just spend his time with you like this.
âË. ŕ ËââŚË đ¸đ§đđđĽđŚđŁđđđ ËâŚâË ŕ§ .Ëâ
"Pfft...." Aventurine snorts as he sees your worksheet littered with angry red marks and the pathetic score of 12/60 for the chemistry assignment. "Kek...."
"I hate you, we're breaking up" You mumble, earning a loud laugh from the damn peacock himself.
"Baby!" Aventurine cackles, nearly falling over as he laughed while his ome hand remains in your wrist so you wont leave. "Come now, don't be so prissy. It's not really my fault you zone out during class!"
"You're supposed to comfort me!" You whine, making him laugh even more.
"This one becomes reduced and this one is oxidized, you do know the difference, right?" Aventurine points out on the paper. "Hm?"
"No..." You say shamefully, feeling more depressed at your own stupidity.
Aventurine sees your spirits dwindling down and he takes a seat on the chair before patting his lap, "Here, I'll teach you"
"No, I don't trust you" You point a finger at him.
"I got a perfect score for the worksheet" His heterochromatic eyes curve into lovely crescents, "This unit is very complicated and requires a lot of thinking and pattern recognition. It's quite easy. Trust me, yeah? I never mistreated my pretty little girlfriend before after all"
You wanted to sulk.
As mischievous and philantropic as your boyfriend is, there's no mistaking that Aventurine is part of the top students in contrast to his lax personality.
No one can really mock him with his excellent grades no matter how much they hate his guts.
In the end, you relent, perching yourself on his lap as Aventurine grabbed a spare piece of paper and a pencil. He started explaining everything from the very top and making sure you are keeping up.
You thought he would be joking really, but Aventurine is serious. He made sure to quiz you after explaining a concept just to make sure if you are able to keep up. If not, then he wouldn't make fun of you and instead gently remind you.
Chemistry is a complicated subject, even he has to double check his solutions every now and then just to make sure the calculations he did aren't wrong.
He's fine with teaching you really.
It's his duty as your boyfriend to spoil, pamper, and love you as well as making sure you aren't lacking in your studies. It's not for his pride and image, he could care less about what people think. He just doesn't want you to have a breakdown over your low scores.
If there is anything he hates more than anything, it's seeing your tears fall down when he can fix it.
And this just so happens to be something he can solve easily.
"There we go, there we go~" He praises, giving your lips a chaste kiss as a reward for doing the practice questions right. "See not so bad, is it? You just needed a bit of some guidance you silly girl"
"...Thank you" You sheepishly say, making Aventurine pause as you cuddle up to him
Even after all this time, he still becomes weak whenever you become affectionate with him.
"Ah, what ever shall I do with you!" Aventurine cuddles you even tighter, swaying you left and right over his frustration over your cuteness. "Should we go out? I'll get you a birkin and then let's eat at your favourite buffet restaurant. You've been such a good girl today, I should spoil you."
"A birkin?!" You pale, looking at him as if he has lost the screws in his head.
"Don't think I don't know how you are looking at those birkin unboxings, babe" He taps your nose lovingly with the tip of his finger. "Now let's go!"
"Aventurine!!!"
âË. ŕ ËââŚË đđŚđđđđŞ ËâŚâË ŕ§ .Ëâ
"Erm... What to do...." Sunday takes a deep sigh as he sees the state of your pathetic quiz paper.
Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.
All of it was wrong.
Biology is really quite simple, but how come you're not able to keep up?
Sigh.
"I'm sorry..." You apologize in a weak voice.
You tried your best really, you reviewed as much as you could and banged your head on the wall multiple times without the halovian man looking to try and get the terminologies and cycles right.
"No, no" Sunday immediately says, lifting your face up with his palm. "It's alright my love, there's still time. You can make it up on the test."
"But..." You sulk, and he immediately shakes his head.
"Scores are just score, we can improve them" He smiles gently, kissing your forehead. "Come sit down with me, I'll teach you."
"Sorry for bothering you" You slump down as you sat on the chair he directed you to.
"No need" Sunday keeps that kind smile on his pretty face. "Our professor is very fast on discussing stuff, it's no wonder you are struggling to keep with the lessons. He also gets sidetracked with his life stories a lot... So it's alright"
He's just trying to make you feel better, and Sunday knows you feel that way.
"Here, let's start with rna" He opens the textbook on the pages he needs.
Genetics can be quite tricky if you don't have the fundamental knowledge, so Sunday started with the basics before ramping it up steadily to the complicated terms and processes.
He made sure to take a few minutes of break for the knowledge to sink in, he even fed you some snacks to keep you energized during the long tutoring.
He himself can't help but eat while studying after all, and it proves to be an effective method since you're able to retain more terms.
He didn't doubt you for a second, nor was he impatient.
Sunday took it as slow as it can be and lets you explain back what he just taught you on the top of your head. It's better to study in repetition with biology after all. Even Robin finds his teachings effective, so of course it will work on you too.
"We'll finish for today" Sunday closes the textbook and starts cleaning up the desk you two shared. "How do you feel?"
"A little better..." You admit, leaning on his shoulder. "You're always looking after me, I feel very childish"
"I apologize, I can't help but pamper you" He rubs his head against yours while his little ear wings flutter about at the closeness between you two. "Besides, I'm also reviewing when I'm teaching you. So it's not a loss for me. Studying can be quite lonely, it's better if we do it together."
"I'll do my best on the test, I promise..." You say, earning an even lovelier smile from your lover.
"I know you will," He kisses your forehead, letting his lips linger. "Don't pressure yourself too much, just do what you can. And then after test, how about I take you out on a date? I found a really good museum to visit nearby"
"Really?" Seeing you perk up, Sunday feel even more happyâ His little ear wings fluttering even more as he cant contain his excitement to spend time with you.
"Yes, winding down after studying is extremely important" He stands up and offers a hand to you, "Speaking of which, we should head down for dinner. A hearty meal is a very much deserved rewad for you on working hard today"
He always knows what to do or say. It's like Sunday has magic whenever he talks, he can easily make you forget all the sadness and guilt you had earlier for the extremely low score you had for your biology quiz.
Yes.
There is no mistaking it.
Sunday is truly the best boyfriend there is.
ę° đŞź A/N: Another hsr post after my short break because I felt lazy and unmotivated to do anything and because I was doing hw (ââ¸âďź). Figured I might as well make a study comfort fic with these smart bois hehehehe. Idk if I did Dr. Ratio well, I hope I did.... I'm going to read up more abt his charac info in the game. I've been busy building Sunda as of late so heheh... I still have to fix his planar set kek. But he is thankfully on 204% cdáŚ(ò_Ăł)á¤. He and Robin make the perfect team!!! For anyone curious, my lineup is Aventurine, Dan Heng, Robin and Sunday ŕ´Śŕľŕ´Śŕ´ż(・â˘Ě ,<)~âŠâ§â
Ę(ŕŠÂ´Í á `Í)੠.・â§: ~ â! stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.
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Soft Dami is my favorite, especially when he has a partner or friemd and hides it from his family.
This became a âBatfamily trying who Damian is hiding from them.â Type fic.
Damian hates sharing. Absolutely loathes it.
He already bore a shared moniker with his older siblings who -for the most part- have moved on to bigger and better things, creating their own versions of justice as vigilantes, leading teams of their own.
He shared a lot with his siblings and has come to hate the phrase sharing is caring, to Damian it was nothing more then a phrase that was so overused and abused by the likes of Dick and Jason, so much so to the point that the word had lost itâs dictionary meaning.
So when he entered in a relationship with you, Damian vowed to keep your name out of his mouth within the presence of his family. Which at first was extremely hard as all poor Damian could think about was you and how blessed he was that youâve given him a chance; He had to bite down on his tongue a most of the time whenever he was asked if there was anyone at school that he had taken a liking towards.
Of course he has someone heâs taken a likening to, you. However he couldnât let himself falter so easily and only scoffed at the question as though it was beneath him, before then reminding everyone at the table that he was only at school for academics and honing his artist skills, nobody in that rathole of a school could ever hold his attention for longer then five minutes.
Luckily his family believed this excuse and let the dropped the topic not long after, much to his relief in knowing that he was spared another day from ever having to share the one person in his life -outside of his family- that he cared deeply for.
However luck tends to run out and the glaring fact that his family was sharp as knives- especially Tim- at detective stuff, so much so that in retrospect Damian knew he shouldnât have been as surprised as he was the day his siblings eventually figured out everythingâŚ
âHeâsâŚsmiling.â Dick looked back at Jason, Tim, Duke and Steph before looking back at Damian who was subtly smiling down at his phone. âOh my god heâs actually smiling.â Dick repeats as Jason shoves him out of the way to get a better look.
âHeâs smiling alright, but what about.â Jason said.
âOr who.â Steph piped up and the others looked at her.
âWanna elaborate on that Steph?â Jason asked, raising his brow and she shrugged. âIâve been noticing recently how Damianâs been more on his phone than heâs ever been since getting one.â She begins. âHe never engages in the group chat, not once but here he is, using his phone and smiling at whoeverâs on the other side. Damian is actually talking to someone.â She finishes, feeling happy at the fact that Damian had opened his heart to at least someone
âOr he could be planning a murder.â Tim said sarcastically and Steph playfully punches him in the arm. âBut letâs go with the idea that heâs talking to someone for convenience sake.â He adds on, rubbing his arm.
âHow do we prove it though?â Duke pipes up, catching the otherâs attention. âWeâd have to somehow get Damian away from his phone long enough for us to check but the question is,â Duke then looked at Jason, Steph, Tim and Dick, âwhoâs going to be the one to lure him out while the rest of us have a look?â
âI think we should take a-â Dick was greeted with a face full everyoneâs pointed fingers aimed in his direction like guns. âVote.â His face fell as his siblings gave him false sympathies before shoving him into the library with Damian and slamming the door behind him. Hard.
âWhat do you want Grayson.â Damian said, the smile upon his face now gone the moment he realised that he was no longer alone to freely text you, at least not without someone looking over his shoulder.
âOh hi Damian.â Dick greets as he moves towards him, taking note of how he kept his phone close to his chest, almost as if he was hiding something he didnât want anyone else to see. âI overheard Bruce this morning saying that he had something to talk to you about, something about implementing harder training modules for you?â Damian practically perked up at this and Dick found his opening and honed in on it by shrugging his shoulders. âIâm not entirely certain thatâs the case, so Iâd double check with Bruce if I were you.â
Damian looked at his sibling for a long period of time and sighed. âFine, I shall check in with father but Grayson I swear to god if this is a lieâŚâ
Dick crossed his heart. âScouts honour.â
âTt.â Was all Damian uttered before leaving the room, not realising that he had left his phone on the plush couch in the library.
Bingo dick thought as Jason popped his head in through the doorway. âIs little Robin gone?â
âLittle Robin is gone.â Dick confirmed and watched as Jasonâs head disappeared as he, Steph, Tim and Duke came into the room, closing the door for extra measure in the instance Damian realised his fault and comes running back with his sword to skewer them all.
âNow,â Stephanie rubs her hands together maniacally, âletâs see who our Damian has been talking to.â She then picks up the phone, expecting it to be locked but to her surprise, it wasnât, she gasps.
âWhat? What is it?â Tim asked, trying to get a look at the phone screen.
âHeâs left his phone unlocked. Rookie mistake.â She replied and Dick, Tim, Jason and Duke only stared at her, unamused.
âJustâŚtell us who heâs been texting so we can put this to rest.â Duke said as the others agreed, the anticipation was killing them at this point, but so would Damian if he comes back just when they were so close to discovering the truth.
âOkay, okay sheesh, Iâll look.â Steph said and looked away from her brothers and back down at the screen, looking intently before her face became one of confusion as he read the contact name aloud. âMy treasure.â
Dick blinked. âWhat?â
âGive it here.â Jason snatched the phone from Stephanie and it wasnât long for his face to be one of confusion as he looked towards his other siblings, holding up the phone. âThe contact name is literally just my treasure. No photos of them, nothing.â He tells them as Tim snatched the phone from him.
âI could find us a name in under five minutes maximum but-â
âWhatâre you doing with my phone, Drake?â
Tim, Duke, Steph, Jason and Dick froze upon hearing Damianâs voice, followed by the unsheathing of a sword.
âShould we run now or?â Dick asked.
âRunning sounds good.â Duke agreed.
âRunning sounds great.â Steph joined in.
âAnd it has beneficial effects on the body.â Tim chimed.
âRunning it is by unanimous vote.â Jason then said as all of them sprinted for their lives as Damian chased them out of the library, sword in hand, and eyes full of fury and other conflicting emotions.
He knew he made the right choice in changing your contact name on everything, but knew if they had been given just a bit more time and looked deep into his photo album, they wouldâve saw a beautiful portrait of you that he drew a while back that wouldâve gave everything away.
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"the other ravens didn't know jean's age!!!"
think of any 16 year old boy you know. does he look like an adult to you? would you call him a whore if you'd found out he'd gotten into five different men's beds in less than a week?
no?
then think of a scrawny, underfed 16 year old boy. his face is bony, but not quite sharp. his nose is crooked, and a part of you thinks that maybe he just hasn't grown into his own face yet, at least until the bruising makes you want to look away before you can think about it any harder. none of his clothes fit him quite right, and you can always hear his joints popping in and out of place. he has the thickest accent you've ever heard, and you still don't quite know what he's saying most of the time, even if he swears it's english and looks close to tears if you insist it's anything but too loudly (he's only been in america for two years and it's hard to grasp much when all you have to develop your language skills from is cruel insults).
he's not as tall as the rest of the court yet â actually, he's far from it. he's not spared enough to build any muscle, even throughout the relentless practices, and he always looks five seconds from passing out by the time the drills even start. he's sweating, panting, and there's a rattling in his chest when he does... has he broken a rib? why is he even here? he's not as big, not nearly as strong, and the other ravens zero in on him until he's a puddle on the floor. he can barely keep his own racquet steady in his hands, and when he props it up to lean on, you realize he isn't much bigger than the damn thing itself. the captain is always dragging him around, sometimes by his wrist, sometimes by his hair. you think it's just messy hazing for a while, and maybe you dare to spare him a pitiful nod and hope for his sake it'll end soon, but months go by and it never does. he's doubled over one day, then running laps the next, and god, why does he always reek of blood? you start to notice his fingers as they change colors, once bony and milky pale, now bruised black and blue and crusted over with scabs. they're misshapen... broken, almost every one. he shouldn't be playing like this, but he tugs his gloves on with his teeth and plays through the pain.
you pass his room on your way to bed, door wide open. he sleeps curled up in a ball, back pressed so hard against the wall, knees into his chest. you can hear his shaky breaths, how his lungs rattle uneasily, even in his sleep. he shakes himself awake from nightmares, gripping the sheets, dry heaving as he forces his own face into the pillow to muffle the sound... but he does not scream. he does not cry. poor kid, you think, because what else could you call him? he's far too beaten down to even think to consider an adult. a puppy kicked one too many times.
the captain calls everyone into a room, arms folded over his chest, face smug as if he'd come up with a solution to the entire world's problems. but there's something strange about the meeting. only backliners. gigantic, sneering, male backliners. he asks for volunteers, a few good samaritans to "fuck some sense into him," and you watch as five greedy hands fight to be the first in the air. riko makes his pick, makes his promise, and for the next week it's all you can hear at night. you wouldn't call it moaning, but... screaming. fighting. teeth and claws and fickle words. "please. please stop. please stop. pleaseâ" and then silence. the last night all you hear is defeated silence.
and suddenly it's the child's fault, isn't it? everyone else is saying it, that he slept his way onto the lineup, that he's nothing more than a braindead whore. if everyone's saying it, though, does that make it true?
or is it just easier to stomach?
#aftg#all for the game#jean moreau#aftg trilogy#the sunshine court#tsc#jean yves moreau#riko moriyama#the golden raven
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a fallen star
pairing:Â zhongli x reader
genre:Â angstober, events
summary:Â to spend an eternity with him, was something you could only hope fate was kind enough to grant you in your next life.
word count:Â 1.7k
a/n: i love archon zhongli smsm, im sorry to all the guizhong lovers for making her evil, but it's for plot purposes alr :( lwk ended up rewriting this like 3 times cus i didn't feel like it was good enough LMAO
when guizhong was there, morax barely spared a glance towards you. her beauty and skill easily outshone yours, rendering you a mere shadow in her presence. it made your heart ache with sadness. she was the sun, you were the moon, silently beautiful.
they were comfortable, guizhong laughing daintily at a joke morax made, hand placed on moraxâs arm. she held his attention, like she always did.
â...what do you think, [name]?â the sudden question startled you from your thoughts as you blinked and smiled apologetically.
âsorry, i was lost in my thoughts.â your own voice sounded dull, not tinkling and pleasant on the ears like guizhongâs.
moraxâs amber eyes swept over yours, picking up the dejection in your posture, how you seemed uncomfortable, every muscle tense, as though you were ready to flee at any moment.
âi was just considering some new activities we could introduce for the upcoming lantern rite.â guizhong piped up, cheerfulness lacing her tone.
morax nodded in agreement, âguizhongâs ideas were innovative, as expected from the goddess of dust.â he praised.
of course, guizhong would be praised for her brilliant ideas. she was the perfect goddess, flawless in every way. unlike you, whose body was adorned with imperfections, from battles with the enemies of war and your own inner demons.
standing next to her felt like standing next to the sun, bright and warm, while you were the moon, unnoticed, but trying your best. thinking back, you realised that it was a long time since morax glanced at you the same way he looked at guizhong.
to him, you were the reliable goddess of strategy, someone he could always trust to have his back. in his eyes, you were his world, the one who hung up the stars and kept the world turning.
like stone, his faith in you was immovable, he trusted your words and plans for the archon war, to train and teach xiao. but guizhong, she held a different type of beauty, her presence commanded attention, her creations and innovations new and intriguing. he found himself spending more time and attention on guizhong, pushing you aside.
like stone, he was dense. if he had known earlier, had accepted his own feelings and understood why, when he was lost in the sea of people at a festival, his eyes searched for you, how your touch sent sparks of electricity across his skin, then this, all this, couldâve been avoided.
poor cloud retainer. she pitied herself. how did she, the clever, unparalleled adepti, become chained down by two idiots for friends? it was clearer than day that the two of you harboured feelings for each other, but how did neither of you realise.
it was time for her to be the perfect wingwoman and start her matchmaking career earlier than anticipated, before she lost the chance.
the tea had been poisoned. from the faint curve of guizhongâs lips, her eyes, alert and watching as you downed the cup she had given you, it was so obvious a five-year old could guess.
but you were preoccupied, the slip of paper your messenger pigeon delivered sat on your desk, strewn about with papers on war strategies and your mind racing through all the reasons why he wrote that message.
âcome meet me at the pavilion balcony. xiao will come find you.â
xiao escorted you along the path, the two of you discussing his training, for morax had entrusted you, the goddess of strategy, to be his teacher.
the terrain to the pavilion was difficult, you found yourself panting for breath. halfway up the mountain, the path began to twist and turn under your feet, sweat beading on your forehead. you tripped, feet stumbling over the stones of the path, each step weighing down on your feet.
xiao reached out, brows furrowed in concern.
âis everything ok, shÄŤfu?â xiaoâs quiet voice cuts through the ringing in your ears.
you lean against the stone face, shaking your head.
âi must be too tired.â you assure him, though your voice was tight with pain. âyou little rascal and morax, always keeping me on my toes, overloading my desk with work.â you jested, playfully poking xiao in the side. âlet me rest for a bit and we can keep going.â
pausing, you take in several shaking breaths. xiaoâs golden eyes remained fixed on you, concern reflecting in his amber eyes.
with an effort, you pushed yourself off the stone face, marching onwards. xiao crouched in front of you, offering to carry you on his back. you stubbornly disagreed.
âwhoever heard of a disciple carrying their master?â you teased, though pain was etched in the lines of your forehead.
xiao hesitated, his eyes flickered between your pale face and the inclining path ahead, but he respected you. thus, he fell into step beside you, ever watchful.
shadows crawled into your vision, blurring the edges and twisting the view of the path. a sudden wave of lightheadedness forced you to your knees, the world spinning sideways. xiaoâs quick reaction caught you, leaning you against his shoulder.
âshÄŤfu,â his tone filled with a rare edge of worry and fear. âyouâre in no condition to continue.â
you shook your head. âi can do it, itâs going to be fine.â you didnât know if this was to reassure yourself or xiao, but the sentence repeated itself like a mantra in your head.
the sun slowly set, painting the surrounding mountains with stunning shades of orange and gold, before the deep velvet of night overtook it, stars twinkling in the sky, the moon a watchful guardian.
with xiao supporting your weight, you stumbled up the last few paces up to the pavilion, not noticing the tall figure already present.
your heartbeat raced in your chest at an uncomfortable pace. the hollow thuds rang in your ears, mixing into a clashing melody with the piercing ringing. it made you feel nauseous, bile rising in your throat. you clawed at your chest, hoping it would slow down.
with a heave and a wretch, you threw up, the scarlet liquid splattering on the pristine stone tiles underfoot.
startled by the noise, morax spun around, amber eyes falling upon your trembling figure. xiaoâs golden gaze, usually so calm and steady, now radiated desperation a silent plea for help.
for a heartbeat, morax stood frozen with shock. then, without a second thought, his posture of elegance thrown to the wind, morax races towards you.
he dropped to his knees, sinking to the floor, gently cradling you in his arms, gloved fingers gently tapping against your cheek, desperate to keep you awake. his voice trembled as he chanted your name, praying to the stars you would stay with him.
â[name],â he murmured urgently. âwake up, look at me.â
through the fog of pain and exhaustion, you felt the warmth of his embrace radiating, a familiar voice cutting through the pain. his scentâearth, osmanthus and teaâŚno, the scent of homeâwrapped around you like a hug. you squinted up at him, your body feeling impossibly heavy, darkness threatening to bring you under.
âmorax,â you breathed, chest heaving as you fought for breath. âi cameâŚto see you, as you asked.â
morax looked at you in confusion. âwasnât it you who asked to see me?â he questioned.
confusion surfaced on your face, until you realised who the mastermind behind this meeting couldâve been. you chuckled, clear and bright, gave way to violent coughing, which left you gasping for air.
âit mustâve been cloud retainer then.â you wheezed, breath struggling. âsly crane,â you teased, voice devoid of malice or hate. âthis is her way of meddling.â you manage a wry smile.
you donât give morax a chance to reply before youâre speaking again, holding a finger to his lips as words gushed from yours like a fountain.
âyou know, iâve liked you for a long time,â you confessed, your words carrying the weight of years of longing. âso long. iâd always hoped that you would look at me the same way, but you never did. seeing you with guizhong all the time breaks my heart.â
your chest tightened painfully, each breath a battle, but you fought on. âyou mean everything to me, but i dont mean anything to you. i see the way you look at her, i hope she brings you joy.â
you open your mouth to speak again, but cold droplets that land on your face interrupt you from speaking. with an effort, you tilt your head up, watching the tears cascade down moraxâs face.
with a trembling hand, you reach up to wipe his tears. moraxâs hand envelops yours, his warm hand contrasting against your cold, clammy skin.
moraxâs breath hitched, as his amber eyes searched yours. you open your mouth to say something more, but morax interrupts you.
âno,â he breathed. âi do love you too, i think,,â he pleaded, â if you give me some time, let me work this out slowly.â
âi want to,â you breathed out. âbut i dont know if i have time left. iâm cold.â you snuggled deeper into moraxâs embrace, uncertainty weighted in your heart. you could feel your life slipping away, the edges of darkness creeping closer.
âim tired.â you mumble, your voice barely a whisper. âiâll justâŚsleep a little whileâŚâ
âshÄŤfu,â xiaoâs trembling voice broke through the silent night, âplease, donât leave me yet.â
you peel your eyes open, turning your head in xiaoâs direction, motioning him to come closer. obediently, xiao approaches, tears streaming down his face like a waterfall.
âshÇhĂĄizi,â you breathed, voice light with teasing. âlisten well to morax, he will be your new master from now on.â you instructed, hand reaching out to pet his head. âsmile for me?â you mustered a weak smile that xiao reflected, his own sorrow mingled with hope.
a final bought of violent coughing tore through your body, each one sending pain sparking through your body. blood spilling from your lips. the metallic taste filled your mouth, mixing with the bitter taste of fear as darkness overtook you.
your eyes fluttered shut as the life left your body. in the distance, a star fell out of the sky, its tail trailing like a sorrowful goodbye.
â[name]?â morax whispered, voice raw with regret. âopen your eyes, look at me.â his plea fell on deaf eyes. âyou never heard my response, you canât leave me yet.â
âi thinkâŚno, i know, that i do love you.â
fate was cruel, you had found your forever, but at the wrong time. someday, perhaps fate would grant us a second chance.
footnotes:
1. shÄŤfu (ĺ¸ĺ
) â meaning master or teacher, this word is often used in chinese to express respect to someone who is skilled in a particular area or field.
2. shÇhĂĄizi (ĺťĺŠĺ) â "shÇ" meaning foolish (ĺť) and "hĂĄizi" meaning child (ĺŠĺ), this word can be used as a term of endearment, meaning foolish child
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Lesson Learnt | John Price x Reader
Summary: Your good-for-nothing boyfriend wonât help you change out your flat tire in the cold, soaking rain, but luckily someone else comes along to assist, and teaches your boyfriend a lesson while heâs at it.
Word Count: ~ 1.6k
Warnings: annoying boyfriend, toxic relationship, platonic!gaz being a cutiepie, price being the greenest flag known to mankind, fem!reader, Iâve never changed a tire before in my life and itâs glaringly obviousâŚ
A/N: been in a major writing slump lately+school kicking my butt+I think Iâm getting sick, but full credit to @ceilidho for this idea, hope you enjoy<3
Requests are open!
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Your day hadnât been the shittiest so far, but it certainly hadnât been great.
Youâd been off that day, but your boyfriend had called, needing you to pick him up early from his job for whatever reason. He only worked at some little restaurant in town with a decent salary, enough to get food and rent paid for combined with your money anyway. Something about his shifts being moved or the schedule being off, but whatever it had been had been enough for you to hop into his truck, drive over to him, and pick him up.
âDid you cook for dinner tonight?â
He asked from the passenger seat, the seatbelt not even on, despite it already being dark because of the early winter months, and the rain coming down against the windshield. Your lights were on, but still.
âNo, wasnât thinkinâ about it.â
You replied with a small mumble, and he sighed. You were the one who cooked and kept the housework up, and he earned most of the money. It would be balanced, except for the fact that you earned almost the same amount of money as him, and also worked full-time. It barely left any time for meals, most just being pre-prepped on weekends, or thrown together.
âGuess we can just get takeout then.â
He said, tone holding a bit of disappointment. You sighed inwardly, turning your turn signal on as you went down the road to one of the nearest places there. It was a run-down chicken joint that you were pretty sure was a front for some sort of illegal activities, but they had delicious chicken at cheap prices, so you werenât complaining.
Your mind began to wander when you thought about the restaurant, and what youâd order. You hoped your boyfriend had brought his card because youâd left your wallet at home, ID and license long forgotten. Well, I guess you were just hoping to not get pulled over tonight, or come in contact with any cops.
As if whatever gods there were had heard your thought process, a small âthumpâ caught your attention, and then a light squeaking sound as the air pressure in your front right tire began rapidly decreasing. With a sigh, you pulled over onto the side of the not-too-busy road. Your boyfriend gave an exasperated exhale.
âWeâre gonna have to change the tire.â
You said, and he gave you a withering glance, jerking his chin towards the back of the truck.
âSpareâs in the back. Got a few tools back there to get âer done.â
A small pause for a moment as your hand reached for the handle of the door, and he didnât move at all. You just stared in pure shock.
âYou arenât going to help?â
He gave you a look as if to say you were being ridiculous and illogical right now. You hated that look.
âI just got off work. Iâm tired and hungry, and your poor driving skills arenât my problem.â
He said with a shrug like it was obvious. Your mind still reeling, you searched for the little umbrella you kept near the console, only to find it missing. Great, just great, you thought.
With no other option, you stepped outside, immediately being pelted by the cold raindrops, and skin being lashed at by the harsh wind. You walked around to the trunk, opening the back, and finding the spare tire there, and a toolbox as well. Your shivering hands sorted through the cold metal tools, eventually finding a lug wrench, and a screwdriver, and behind the toolbox you found a jack.
You advanced towards the flat tire, rolling the spare behind you, and you knelt, skirt already soaking wet, your white shirt soaked through and not leaving much to the imagination as it was practically see-through and sticking to your form. The lug nuts didnât come off easily, but somehow, your fingers got them.
Right when you began using the screwdriver to try and get the hubcap off, something else caught your attention.
Another car, beat up, but well-loved on and taken care of pulled up behind you on the side of the road. It stopped, and two men stepped out. One was taller, with a beard, a thick cigar in his mouth, and a hat on. He mightâve been one of the owners of that chicken restaurant. Whatever it was, he looked familiar. The other man had pretty brown skin, was less tall but still had some muscle in him like the other man, and wore his hat.
The taller one strode up to you just as you managed to pry the hubcap off. His brows furrowed as he looked at your boyfriend sitting in the car, and you, drenched in rain, changing the flat tire of the truck he assumed probably wasnât even yours.
âGaz, come help âer out witâ this.â
He said, his voice brusque but also warm at the same time. Realizing he hadnât introduced himself yet, he gave a nod of his head to you.
âJohn Price, that there is Kyle, but we call âim Gaz.â
You blinked, and Kyle walked over, crouching down next to you and offering a polite smile. One that didnât quite meet his eyes, but it wasnât rude. Price mustâve noticed your shivering form or the sheer white shirt that was clear because of the rain because he took his brown jacket off and put it around your shoulders. The insides were fuzzy and warm, and it was oversized, but enough to keep the heat insulated and the wet cold out. A bit surprised, you simply said your name.
âOh..thanks. Y/N.â
You offered, for some reason trusting these strangers enough to give them your real name. Something about them felt right. Price nodded, then raised a brow at your boyfriend in the car, who still hadnât noticed them, too preoccupied with his phone.
âWhatâs a pretty birdie like you doinâ changinâ wheels out here?â
John asked, and you werenât sure what overcame you, but you cast a glance up at the boy in the car.
âHe wasnât going to help.â
Gaz and Price both looked slightly taken aback by that, exchanging glances, as Price opened up the door where your boyfriend was (avoiding hitting you or his sergeant's heads with it, of course) and pulled him out by the collar.
âHeyâwhat-â
Price shut him up real quick, then moved to hold him by the scruff of his neck.
âNow you listen here, whyâve you got your girl ouâ here doing all this work in the soakinâ rain, when you should be the one doing this, yeah?â
He asked, and your boyfriend turned a light shade of pink that wasnât fully visible in the dark of the night.
âWell, I..â
âIâll show you how a real man provides for his partner. Garrick, move over.â
He shoved your boyfriend back into the grass, and Gaz scooted more to the right, letting Price take the left side. Price carefully grabbed you by the hips and moved you back, out of the way, but to where you could still watch and hear him talk.
âCanât believe it, âatâs ridiculous.â
He muttered, and Kyle shook his head.
âCanât help but agree, sir.â
They used the jack to jack the car up, strong arms easily placing the spare tire in place, Gaz holding it up while Price screwed the lugnuts back on. While putting the hubcap back on, John began talking to you.
âYou oughta find you a man, someone that would provide for you, that lilâ boy you got isnât it. Weâd never treat a woman like that, now would we, Gaz?â
âNever, sir.â
âLook at âim, two complete strangers are here, changing out his tire, and he ainât offered a lick oâ help.â
He said, shaking his head, not even glancing back at your boyfriend who still was sitting in the grass behind you all. The hubcap was put back into place, and they both stood, lowering the jack before removing it. Price offered you a hand up, and you took it, surprisingly enjoying how his burly callouses felt against your soft skin. Kyle put the tools and jack back in the trunk, before again being at Priceâs side.
His eyes met Kyleâs, and Kyle took out a small notepad and pen, scribbling something down, before passing it to John who did the same. They tore the paper off, handing it to you. It was their numbers, Gasâs having a little smiley face next to it, and Priceâs having a simple âCall meâ.
âIf youâre ever in trouble, give us a ring.â
Price said, and Gaz nodded as if to confirm this. You took the piece of paper and folded it in half, putting it in your pocket to protect it from the rain. Price gave you a little pat on the back, and Gaz brushed his hand ever so slightly against yours, before they both walked back to their car, getting in, and driving off with nothing more than a wave.
With a judgemental look down at your boyfriend, you got into the car, throwing his things that were still inside out at him where he was still sitting in the grass.
âWeâre done.â
And with that, you drove off before his angry cussing started.
It was only when you got home that night (to the shared apartment, which you would very soon be leaving) that you noticed something. Price hadnât ever taken his jacket back.
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summer sun forever (stray kids comforting their 9th member!reader)
pairing : platonic stray kids x fem!9th member reader
requested : yes
warnings - mentions of blood, description of poor parenting (lmk if i've missed any!)
genre - angst to comfort
jeongin thought it was normal, the way you would sit alone during group discussions giving your input only when asked directly.
seungmin though it was a habit, the way you would immediately pinch yourself if you made a mistake.
felix thought it was out of good nature that you would constantly appreciate his sunshine-like personality and inability to be mad for longer than a few moments.
han thought it was adorable, the way you would cover your smile while laughing at one of his jokes, trying to hold back any laugh that was louder than a giggle.
hyunjin thought it was just your strive for perfection that you would spend hours more than the other boys trying to perfect your choreographies, scared to mess up.
changbin thought it was a personal preference, the way you'd always dress up in lose clothing, rejecting anything that was too fitting.
lee know thought it was impressive, the way you could recognize any member just from his footsteps approaching your room or the way you always left one ear uncovered when using headphones.
but chan knew. or he thought he did, at least. maybe it was brotherly instincts kicking in, but he knew these habits weren't healthy. far from it. it concerned him, but he didn't know how to approach you either.
his concerns were triggered for the first time when you dropped a glass at the dorms, sharp shards scattering everywhere. you didn't notice him rush to help you as he stopped dead in the doorway of the kitchen, watching you pick up the broken pieces with bare hands. he saw the way your hands were trembling and how a particularly tricky piece sliced right through your skin, blood oozing out. you didn't even flinch, sparing the cut a small glance before you went back to cleaning the floor. you didn't bother trying to disinfect it, opting to only run it under the tap and wiping it away with a few tissues. then you crumpled them up, making sure the members wouldn't notice the red on the paper and went about your day as usual. chan waited, patiently, expecting you to bring up the injury to anyone, but you didn't, so he thought maybe it was just a small cut. maybe it was just a small wound, after all.
you would tell them if you were really hurt, right?
the second time chan notices something wrong is when you hit your upper arm at the edge of the table during dinner. it had hurt, that much he knew from the way you yelped and rubbed the sore spot. he had laughed at your clumsiness with the others as you smiled sheepishly, ducking your head and running away to your room to do who knows what. he thought he saw tears in your eyes, but you didn't mention the bruise again, so they all thought you were okay.
but chan's breaking point was when stays themselves noticed something was wrong. he was scrolling through instagram when a particular reel caught his attention. it was of their dance performance, and the fan had zoomed into your figure - specifically your upper arm - and the large reddish blue spot was so strikingly evident it took him three rewatches to make sure it was not an edit. how had any of them missed it? then another reel came up, and it was you wincing slightly as lee know jokingly shook your hand, the same one you had cut while cleaning the glass. and it's like the pieces immediately fall into place.
chan doesn't think twice. before he knows it he's out of his room and walking (more like storming) towards yours, and he doesn't bother knocking. but even then, you had been expecting him, because you're staring at the door with a small smile on your face.
"i heard you coming. is everything ok?"
it's the first time your keen observation skills concern him, but he doesn't answer, instead striding towards you and lifting your arm despite your complaints. when his eyes zero-in on the bruise that you had expertly been concealing, he sees red. he isn't sure why he's angry. it's not your fault. but he is mad, and he couldn't control it.
of course you could see it on his face, and it's like you go into auto pilot mode, snatching your arm back and immediately apologizing, making excuses that fly straight out of his ears. he tries to hold back, he really does, but he can't. and before he can stop, the damage is done.
"don't bother. you clearly don't trust us enough anymore."
in hindsight, that was probably the worst thing chan could have said to you. blaming you would only worsen things, but he's so confused and disappointed in himself. he didn't know what kept you on the edge so often, and it hurt him that you wouldn't open up.
and thus the apparent cold war began.
you weren't mad. no. far from that. you were terrified. you had disappointed chan, the one person who made you feel safe always. the one person you knew you could go to with anything. but you chose not to, and now maybe you never will be able to. and it was like you were a teenager again, crying yourself to sleep every night, cautious of every word you spoke, and jumping at the slightest raised voice.
chan wasn't mad either. he was confused. he was hurt, a little bit. and he regretted the words he had carelessly spat out. it clearly hadn't been the right approach and now it hurt him to see the way you would tense whenever he stepped into the room, not making eye-contact and apologizing profusely to everybody for the smallest mistakes.
he thought giving you space was the best option for now. but in hindsight, that was a terrible decision too. he didn't realize how angry he was coming off as. he didn't know that not just you but all the members thought he was giving you the silent treatment. and for you, that hit too close to home. literally.
"ynnie, do you want some more soup?"
felix is met with a timid yes as he happily pours you another serving. but even his bubbly smile couldn't diffuse the obvious tension in the atmosphere. the other 7 didn't know the details of what had happened. chan knew you would want to tell them yourself if you told them at all, but they knew it was bad. because now you barely smiled and chan always seemed tense.
"and salt?"
again, you only nod, reaching towards the jar he was offering, when it happens. all of a sudden. jeongin's arm brushes yours, and as his elbow pushes into your bruise, you yelp, the lid falling to the floor with a loud shattering sound.
the silence that follows immediately after is loud, and everyone notices the way you go completely still. unnaturally still, as though waiting for someone to yell at you. lee know recovers first, and as he bends down to pick up the fallen object, you flinch, and their hearts collectively shatter.
what was the matter with you lately?
before they know it, you're gulping the steaming hot soup down, hurriedly apologizing and making a bee line for your room. but this time, everyone can see the tears brimming your waterline.
nobody gets up, but nobody eats anymore either. the silence only intensifies until chan groans, burring his face in his hands.
"hey lix, you mind checking up on her? i don't think she's doing very well."
the blonde boy doesn't need to be told twice. he's making his way towards your room and when he enters, the floor slides from beneath him. you're curled up in your bed, trying to muffle your sobs that wrack through your body.
when you see him come in, your first instinct is to hide. to not show. but it's too late, because he's rushing towards you, embracing you in the warmest hug. its comforting, in a way you have never felt before, and that only spirals your break down further.
felix doesn't know what to do or say. he doesn't know what happened. he doesn't know what could make you feel better, but it's so incredibly heart breaking the way you curl up into yourself as though trying to reject any help that it brings tears into his own eyes.
it isn't long before the others come following, and when chan sees you it's like a part of him dies. you look so small, so hurt, so breakable. and deep down, he knows this could have been avoided if he'd thought twice before lashing out at you.
"yn."
his voice is soft, and when you notice him you're scrambling out of felix's grasp, and he almost thinks you're trying to get way from him. but then you're throwing yourself into his arms with apologies tumbling out along with your sobs. he tries to calm you down, running a hand through your hair, but you're inconsolable. they have never seen you cry like this before.
"calm down, angel. please. talk to me."
it's the first time chan has spoken to you in more than a week, and you hadn't realized how much you had missed it. how much his silence had been affecting you.
"please don't be mad at me." you whimper as chan guides you sit on your bed, the other 7 hovering around unsure of what to do but concern reflecting in each of their eyes.
"mad? i'm not mad, ynnie. i'm concerned."
his words come as a shock.
he's concerned?
"but i'm crying."
"that's exactly why i'm concerned."
"oh."
you've never heard these words before. you never thought you would. growing up, showing emotions was a big no. crying was almost a taboo. showing emotions was for the weak, as your parents would say. they didn't wish to raise a weak daughter. nobody ever showed you concern. it was either anger or silence.
you've run out of tears, but dry sobs still shake your body every few seconds as chan holds you closer, motioning for the rest to sit down.
"do you want to talk about it?"
you shake your head. no. you were bad at talking about your feelings. they didn't have to know. it's not that important.
"you have to open up at some point, yn."
"i don't want to burden you guys."
"burden us?"
even seungmin, who usually stays expressionless during conflicts, seems appalled.
"yn, your emotions are not a burden."
"that's not what mum used to say."
you didn't mean to say it out loud, but it slips from your mouth and they all seem to have heard it.
chan's grip on you tightens. none of them knew much about your family. you didn't like talking about it. now it was slowly coming to them exactly why this preference could be.
"you can trust us, you know? we want to be there for you."
"i do trust you."
"then why won't you tell us what's wrong."
"don't want to annoy you any further."
the guilt gnaws at chan as felix pulls you away from his grasp, snuggling you into his side.
"yn, i wasn't mad. i was trying to give you space."
"i thought you were ignoring me." and in a smaller voice you reluctantly add "like my parents used to. everytime they were mad."
even han is somewhat misty eyed as felix runs calming circles against your upper arm.
"we would never give you the silent treatment."
"yeah! we love you way too much for that."
"is that why you're so closed off?"
"changbin! you can't just ask her that."
you giggle tiredly, earning a small smile from chan.
"it's alright. i'm glad you asked binnie. i think i'm ready to tell you guys."
they're all attentively waiting, and you shift uncomfortably. you never thought you would have this conversation.
"growing up, my parents didn't encourage me to express myself very much. i wasn't allowed to make mistakes, and if i did, they would give me the silent treatment for days on end. i hated it."
your voice is so small and fragile it breaks their hearts a little more.
"i've gone weeks trying to get my mother to speak to me normally. to act like she cared. but she'd always be so cold, insistent on punishing me for every little thing."
"and-" your voice broke, making hyunjin join felix in smothering you with cuddles.
"take your time, yn."
you hum, closing your eyes to stop the fresh wave of tears.
"and when chan stopped talking to me, i felt terrible. i thought i disappointed him too."
there was no more place, but chan joins the tangle of you, felix, and hyunjin as well, rubbing a soothing hand on your back.
"i'm so sorry i made you feel that way ynnie. i had no idea."
"it's not your fault," you admit, leaning into his chest.
"are we good now?"
"i hope so."
chan lets out that breathy laugh of his which you've grown to love over the years.
"don't ever hide your feelings from us, ynnie. you're a part of us. we don't want to see you hurting."
felix bops your nose as you smile, and it's all so corny and sweet, but it's also exactly what you need.
"now can we please have a movie night?"
"yah! jeongin. give her some time."
"no no, i'd actually love that. please?"
they're all ready to do whatever you want. it warms your heart and you almost cry again. nobody ever did this for you. you learned to think you didn't deserve it.
but here these 8 boys were, scrambling around trying to a build you a pillow fort and searching the shelves for snacks, yelling at each other across the house.
and as you're sitting there, you think that this could be your favorite site. they could be your favorite people. this could be your favorite memory. this feeling of being at home could be your favorite forever.
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seems like there's a lot of interest in talking about my experiences being a punk and interacting with our various communities. i've only been interacting with the community for a small handful of years at this point, but i lived at a punk music show house venue and visited them a long time before i lived there. i was also friends with a large circle of punks. ive interacted with a lot of punks online as well
there is a ton of unaddressed ableism in a lot of punk spaces. the 2 scenes i've noticed it the most with are the diy punk scene and the various punk music scenes
diy punks who look down on people who don't create/alter/fix all of their clothing by hand aren't helping anyone. it's great for those that can to do that if they want to, but a lot of people cant do that, or don't want to. it's not an obligation to make and fix things yourself to be punk. it doesn't matter where you purchase things from, there is no ethical consumption under capitalism. punks shouldn't be getting uppity about this. some punks have arthritis. some have injuries. some have shaky hands. some have limited motor skills. some have nerve damage. some don't have hands (or prosthetics) at all. some punks have bad backs and can't spend hours hunched over a sewing machine or thread and needle.
some punks struggle to pick up new skills or follow instructions. learning how to sew and repair things takes a lot of time and money. some people don't have the funds to spare on needles, thread, sewing machines, spikes, pins, fabric boning and so on. it costs money to gather materials to DIY anything. not everyone has scraps of fabric or thread or old clothing they don't wear anymore lying around. some people can't afford to keep repairing the same items and sometimes need to just get new ones. it's not a mark of failure as a punk if you can't make/customize your own clothes, accessories, and other items.
people who associate punk with music and music only tend to have a lot of internalized ableism to work on. i've seen so many ppl say you cant be punk if you don't listen to the music and don't go to shows. (and usually if you do listen to the music, you have to list like 15 underground bands or people scoff at you.) this is so fucked up toward so many punks for a number of reasons.
physically and mentally disabled punks have a hard time going to shows. they're crowded. there's very little to no room for mobility aids. they're loud. there's flashing lights. there's people being pushed around and getting hit. there's drugs and alcohol everywhere. there's smoke everywhere. there's usually people filming. some people are very sensitive to loud noises and can't be in this environments at all. loud sounds can make some people pass out. it's generally very hot and the air gets very thick very fast. it can be dangerous for people with asthma and breathing issues. it can be dangerous for people with heart conditions. it can be dangerous for people with POTS, fibromyalgia, hypermobile EDS, arthritis and a lot of other issues. bathrooms are not always accessible. people who become ill or need to use the restroom may have nowhere to go.
some people have hearing damage from going to these shows. my old roommate had significant hearing damage from years of being in a scene band that played at punk shows. i cannot stress enough that hearing damage can be and is a genuine concern for people attending these shows. i always recommend wearing earplugs. pls get earplugs if you do go to shows. some punks are d/Deaf or HoH and have significant or total hearing loss and may not benefit much from going to the shows, or don't want to risk further hearing loss. some punks have tinnitus. there may be photosensitive people who don't want to risk having a seizure due to flashing lights and camera flash. there may be punks who are autistic, have ADHD, misophonia, or other conditions that may lead them to be very sensitive to sound and/or bright lights
a lot of punks are poor. some can't afford to go to shows or be constantly buying new music. some punks don't have regular internet access. some can't afford to constantly be buying or customizing new clothes to make sure they "look" punk. some punks just literally don't *have* punk shows in their area. some don't have local punk bands. some don't have exposure to an irl punk community. some punks have families and careers they enjoy participating in. some punks spend all of their time volunteering. some punks have other hobbies that consume their time.
some punks are homeless or housing insecure and can't do *any* of these things because they're too busy surviving.
i don't like how a lot of punks default to calling other punks "fakes" or "posers" or "lame" or whatever for being too disabled to participate in these things. of course people who are abled enough don't have to, either, but people seem to care very little for those who are too disabled to do these things. punks can produce a lot of different kinds of art. punks can get together and talk with one another about things other than just music. there's a lot to it and i don't like how people focus so hard on things that correlate directly to one's level of ability. it's very gatekeep-y.
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Ghoap đ𧟠relationship dynamic HC (shall we?)
Simon "Ghost" Riley is no scaredy-cat.
The man has been through hell on Earth, survived torture, abuse,âand being buried alive for fuckâs sake. They managed,âeven after everyone he loved was taken from him. Has been through countless tense and anxiety inducing situations throughout their military career.
But Ghost has nerves of steel, excellent control over his emotions, and naturally thatâs why itâs so damn good at its job.
ThoughâŚthere is one thing that scares the shit out of them. Soap.
Simon thought he was all big and bad,âintimidating,âuntil he met John âSoapâ MacTavish.
Johnny is only around half its size, yet he manages to be even scarier than Ghost somehow. Which is wild, considering one of them looks like the damn grim reaper with that skull mask of theirs.
Simon may have a reputation for âthe guy you donât wanna mess withâ, to the point where people wonât even bother with them.âBut Soapâs got more than a few screws loose himself.
New recruits and others will at least approach him,âbut with serious caution, and are careful to watch their mouths around him.
His anger is explosive, fitting, for a demolitions expert. A total loose cannon when he wants to to be. Some recruits even refer to him as âthe psycho Scotâ or "Ghost's guard dog". Titles he takes to with pride.
Johnnyâs known for putting people in their place, and with every fight heâs ever gotten into,âheâs always won. Often sending his opponents to medical.
Most of the time though, he just has to look at someone and it scares them shitless. Heâs mastered his death glare, and it even sends shivers up Ghostâs spine.
The manâs a total gym rat and health nut, nothing but muscle, and he trains the most of anyone Simon has ever seen. Works out constantly, and loves to get his body moving. He can never simply sit still, and being active actually helps him to clear his head and blow off steam. Always keeping track of his calories, weighing out his portions, and whatnot,âwith a pescatarian and vegetarian lifestyle. Heâs also a nature lover and tree hugger,âloves to go on hikes or go camping in his spare time. Heâs naturally a reigning champ when it comes to hand to hand combat, and is a highly skilled fighter, in fact, he specializes in it. Heâs capable of taking out tangos with nothing but his fists alone. He even beats Simon to a pulp on the sparring mats most of the time. (Ghost may like him beating the snot out of him more than they than would like to admitâŚ)
Soap is used for interrogations, (as he also just so happens to be an interrogation expert). Heâs morally bankrupt just enough,âto where heâll do just about anything to get answers out of someone. Whether it involves violence or not.
Simon has seen the sheer extent of the injuries sustained by the poor bastards that were stupid enough to challenge him, that pissed him off, or that heâs extracted information out ofâand that was enough for Ghost.
He recalls that one time he directly witnessed Johnny, feigning calmness, take a recruitâs hand in his, then proceed to snap the guyâs thumb clean in half in one fluid motion. (The recruit had decided to wolf whistle at him when he was walking over to Ghost,âafter their duties had wrapped up regarding training the newbies).
Simon is a smart man, and knows when to pick his battles. Soap being the battle he most certainly knows NOT to pick.
Although Johnny is more lenient with Ghost than other people, and lets them get away more,âSimonâll be damned if it ends up on the receiving end of Soapâs wrath.
I really like the idea of Soap being the dominating one in the relationship, but Ghost not being entirely submissive either.
Like Simon can and will be the one to put him in HIS place, and snap him back to reality. Though still allows him his fun.
While Johnny relies on Ghost to let him know when heâs âtoo muchâ or taking things too far,âallows himself to be muzzled. Making a point to let Simon have the control, at least every now and then. Of course, while challenging Ghostâs authority a healthy amount and protesting the whole time.
Both try to be as respectful as possible of the otherâs needs and desires, while also "maintaining their roles". But both are effectively switches, whether it's in the bedroom or not, and mainly put up this dom and sub act for other people and for their own amusement. They have no fixed roles, truly.
SOAP BEING JUST AS MENTALLY FUCKED AS GHOST MY BELOVED
thanks for coming to my Ted talk
(Also, the tidbit about Soap snapping a recruitâs thumb in half is actually based on a family member of mineâs story. Basically, my older sister had this guy pour water down the back of her shirt in high school, and in response, she straight up broke his thumb/snapped it in half lmao).
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Can you please do write dom! Emily finds out that sub!reader gets turned on when Emily gets bossy and Emily's uses it to her advantage to fuck reader senseless in Emily's office.
So bossyâŚ. I like it 18+
*Authors note~ another break from sinful souls to bring you Emily prentiss. Iâm not sure how I feel about this one :( Iâm going to take this opportunity to wish my lovely girlfriend @just-your-casual-nerd a very happy one year anniversary âĽď¸criminal minds (and our love for incredibly talented beautiful attractive women such as prentiss JJ and Larissa Weems ) brought us together and Iâve never been more grateful for anything in my life. I love you*
Trigger warnings~ sub r mommy dom! Emily strap warming, praise kink overstimulation for reader, oral on strap em loves Rs boobs more than life office sex, bossy Emily sort of free use reader oral fixation mentions
Prompt~ see ask^^^^
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Your wife becoming the chief of the BAU was certainly an achievement, one you are incredibly proud of her for, but litre did you know, the change in job would do more than add to her pay packet. Being an assistant of Penelope Garcia is how you met your wife, at first you thought Emily Prentiss hated you, but after some time with JJ and Garcia convincing you to join them on girls night, you soon found out that was not the case. She wanted you, too much, and that scared the raven haired profiler. Now her wife, you can look back and laugh at how awkward you both were dancing around the attraction.
The power that woman holds not only as your wife, your dominant but now your boss too, turns out itâs a massive turn on for you. Seeing the way she commands the room had you soaking your panties embarrassingly quickly. It happened so much these days you just always packed a few pairs spare for the work day. It wasnât your fault, sheâs incredibly sexy. But you were growing tired of finding excuses to tell Garcia about why you are always running to the ladies room. But your wife, she had caught on to your extra items in your work bag, the way your pupils would dilate at team meetings and even the slight heat that would cover your cheeks and the tops of your breasts every time she was more stern. Dominance clearly did it for you no matter the context, something she could use to her advantage.
To say you and Em experiment in the bedroom would be putting it lightly, you are both kinky people with needs after all. One of your wifeâs kinks happened to be free use, something you turned out to love, this kink being relatively new for you, it hadnât came into play outside the house. Until today. Being called to her office was a usual occurrence, sometimes genuinely needing your skills, others a lunch date and even on occasions comfort after a rough meeting or case.
âHoney?â You murmured quietly as you entered her office, closing the door behind you. âLock itâ came the first demand, her stern tone sending a wave of arousal straight to your stomach, causing you to jump into action and obey. âGood girl, here nowâ she demanded in her authoritative tone, loving how you instantly seemed to slip into your submissive state. âMommy?â You mumbled shyly, avoiding eye contact with her and awaited the next command.
A verbal command never came, she knew youâd safe word If you felt the need to, her strong hand came to push down on your shoulders causing you to kneel in front of the woman. âUnder the desk bunny, mommy needs to use that pretty mouth of yoursâ the raven haired chief murmured to you, a smirk plastering itself on her lips at your enthusiastic gasp. Of course it took some effort to get in the right position, Emily utilising your distracted state to lose her trousers and free a girthy looking six inch dildo that was now strapped to her hips. Where had she hidden that this morning?
âEmâ you started only be cut off by your wife, âpoor girl, being all turned on at work, good job mommy noticed and can now finally put your skills to use hmm?â It sounded like a question, but you knew it wasnât, being good for Emily meant waiting for permission to speak. Something you havenât been given. âNow bunny, you will be my good girl and let mommy fuck your pretty mouth and then maybe Iâll take pitty on you and sort out your messy cuntâ the raven haired woman commanded as she settled back in her chair allowing you access to her shaft while remaining hidden from any potential praying eyes.
Aches radiated their way through your cramped body, limbs fallen asleep as you remained pliant for your mommy. God knows how long sheâd been lazily fucking your throat but it was starting to become raw with every deep thrust of her hips. Only when Emily decided she was satisfied with how far down into your submissive haze you were did she pull back smirking at your glazed over eyes and a string of spit that attached to the head of her cock and your now swollen mouth. âOh good girlâ she murmured appreciatively as she lent down to rip open your shirt, âgod your beautiful baby girl, so good for me. So pretty.â
Her words seemed to muffle as you allowed her to pull you up from the desk shredding your poor excuse for tights and lace underwear exposing your cunt. The heat radiating from your core had your wife moaning happily and you gasping as the cold air hit your sensitive slit. âMommyâ you whined as you subconsciously tried to find the friction your body craved. âShush sweet girl, I know, mommy knows. Precious bunny, youâre soaked. Warming mommys cock should be no problem right?â Her murmurs seeming to not register as she manipulated your body to the exact position she desired.
Straddling Emily Prentissâs lap, her faux dick nestled tightly between your sopping walls, head nuzzled into her neck and breasts on full display was definitely not how you expected when you walked in here. Not that you were complaining. No. You were far too down in your subby haze to even care where you are. The only thought on your mind being to please mommy. It doesnât matter if you cum you just want mommy satisfied. Itâs one of the many things Emily adores about you.
Quite truthfully, it was a slow paperwork day in the bureau which allowed for her plan to unfold. Having you on her lap, soaking your thighs as well as hers, desperate to keep your moans quiet and not expose your situation was definitely a way to make the day more pleasant. âPretty bunny and such a good cock warmer too. Sit up bun, mommy wants to look at these perfect titsâ the way her words seem to reek of dominance caused you to whimper as you sat up. âOh, mommyâs favourite white lace bra today hmm? Gods bunny youâre so perfect for me. Prettiest thing for mommy to use.â
Less than thirty minutes in, you were rocking your hips into hers, lips lazily sucking on the junction between her neck and shoulder. Needy. Youâd definitely marked your mommy, not that she minded at all, but getting you off was not the main purpose of this. A slap the tops of your breasts seemed to halt any movement, âbehave bunny, mommys working now.â If you were more coherent you wouldnât protested, but your body is beginning to lose the fight against exhaustion and need. âPlease mommy, so sticky! Please help me mommy. I need you to.â You whimpered pathetically causing the other woman to grab your hair into a make shift ponytail before yanking you off the faux cock and throwing you over her desk.
âJust couldnât behave and wait could you? Never seem to follow mommys orders so I guess you need a lesson. I donât want to hear a peep out of you unless itâs checking in or safewords. Do you understand little girlâ she practically snarled at you while teasing your messy cunt with the soaked strap. A hard smack to the globes of your arse remind you that you hadnât replied. âI understandâ you mumbled guilt soaking the words, youâd failed to make mommy happy, âIâm sorry.â
You couldnât help the squeak of protest as you felt her enter your red puffy pussy, with how oversensitive your poor abused hole was feeling you knew staying quiet would be extremely difficult. âShut up and take what mommy gives you. My own personal bunny to fuck whenever I want. However I want.â She grunted in between harsh thrusts of her hips, causing your body to slam into her desk repeatedly. Youâd definitely have bruises.
As predicted with her spewing words in between her thrusts you were struggling to keep quiet, frantically searching through bleary eyes for something to put in your mouth. Obviously the profiler part of your wife noticed and ever so kindly lent over your body to shove her fingers into your awaiting mouth. âPretty girl just needs to suckle on mommys fingers hmm? God I love your pretty pussy baby. Mommy loves you so much baby girlâ she groaned as she came again causing you to also come with her. Youâd be lying if you said you kept track of how many orgasms sheâd given you over the table as well as warming her strap before she finally gentled pulled out and started aftercare.
The strap now hidden in her draw she yanked the blanket off the back of her chair, gently settled you In the chair before unlocking the door and setting you on her lap. Instantly your body turned to snuggle into the older woman, blanket wrapped around you causing you to sigh contentedly. âSo good for me sweet girl, rest my love, Iâm right here then we will go clean up and head home to have a nice bath hmm?â She whispered before trailing off to hum the same tune she did when your nightmares plagued your sleep. You drifted off to your slumber in the arms of the woman you love, safe and content and throughly satisfied.
Word count~ 1970
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Relationship Headcanons - Ganyu x Male!Reader
A/N1: This is a new format, and as such, it includes just one character. Do you think it's comprehensive enough, or is there something I missed? A/N2: When I looked for a gif for this one, I found that the gif I used in the "at the dead of night" Ganyu fic is one of the first results when you search up her name. Nice to know I have somewhat of an impact, small as it may be. A/N3: While I was thinking of making a Christmas special, I decided that the best gift for you guys would just be getting posts out more regularly - so I will post them at least twice a week for the next three weeks at the very least. Anyway, happy Christmas, and enjoy!
Loving Ganyu requires patience and the gentlest approach, but her affection eventually blossoms on its own. She just needs a bit of time and guidance - it's her first time, after all.Â
Being a notoriously hardcore worker, at first she'll be absent from home for most of the day. Her work-life balance is completely off the rails, and Ganyu will need all the help she can get in overcoming her centuries old habits. Now she has someone, remind her. Tell her that this special someone cares for her very much and would rather not see her worn out like an old pair of boots each night.Â
An important skill you have to teach her is saying the word ânoâ. âNo, I won't accept overtimeâ. âNo, I have plans this eveningâ. âNo, putting the entirety of Qixin paperwork on my shoulders is not ethical or healthy - Ningguang needs more than three secretariesâ. In time, Ganyu will find it in herself to set healthy boundaries on how much she works. True, helping Liyue grow and prosper is her passion, but enough is as good as a feast.Â
Walk alongside her on this road. Visit her at work, if only to give her a simple kiss on the forehead. Make sure she comes up from the underworld of bureaucracy to the real world. Bring her light snacks. Ask her about her day. Remind her that there is someone waiting for her back home - she will appreciate that beyond words.Â
Working for the Liyue Qixing means basically swimming in Mora - especially that Ganyu leads a rather humble lifestyle. She does, however, live in a very nice multi-story house with a large garden in the most scenic part of Liyue Harbor, with a skeleton crew of staff to maintain in her absence (that being most of the time). But besides that, her expenditures are very small and everything she doesn't need or put aside, she donates to charity.Â
While having a boyfriend is nice, she would feel much better if sheâd be able to refer to you as her husband instead. Especially that she would prefer to save herself for the wedding night, and make your first âproperâ time really beautiful and special. Ganyu is also a bit subservient to you, used to the idea that the husband is the head of the house - no matter if she has more money. At the same time, she is happy to be taken care of and protected, so as long as you treat her right, sheâll be comfy.Â
While Ganyu isn't one to insist on much in a relationship, she will encourage you to live with her. Her house is big and quite empty⌠Having you there would liven it up and surely make it much cozier. Coming home to a warm hug and a kiss from her lover is a dream come trueâŚ
In terms of past times, well⌠Ganyu doesn't have much. Her work is her main pastime, or was anyway, and she didn't really see a reason to look for other things to do in her spare time. Just a few conversations with you made her realise that, while you have a broad range of things to talk about, she doesn't quite compete in that regard. Hundreds of years of paperwork made poor Ganyu quite a one-note person, but she will work on that, don't worry.Â
And so she will frequently come up with things to do, together. Would you like to go to a museum? Or see a movie from Fontaine? You don't have to go with her, but⌠It would be really nice if you did!
Have any problems at school or at work? Personal Secretary Ganyu is on the case! She's had lots of experience in all sorts of matters and will gladly put it to use in helping out her favourite person succeed. She's a patient teacher and never raises her voice, no matter how hard it is for you to learn or do something. With her backing you up, nothing is impossible.Â
Ganyu, by her own admission, gains weight easily, so while the urge to fatten her up with love and Qixins is huge, she'll be grateful if you hold your horses. Her thoughts always spiral into self consciousness about weight, so it might be a good idea not to include chocolate. However, a more tender approach to her and her beautiful body - with countless kisses and words of affirmation - may change her outlook on herself. If you do get her something to eat, make sure to feed her - she couldn't say no to you.Â
Arguments with Ganyu are white crows in your day-to-day life. Being a timid and easy going person, it takes an impossible amount of pressure to make Ganyu lose her composure. If that somehow happens, she will be so upset that her anger will almost instantly fade into tears. She just cannot fight with you. You mean far, far too much for her to be angry. No matter if it's her fault or yours, she will end up apologising for it profusely, hoping to get past this dreadful road bump. Ganyu knows that she is prone to doing this, and will try to be a bit more decisive, only to fail spectacularly. No matter - she trusts you to never abuse that part of her character.Â
And don't you dare, Ganyu has to be protected at all costs.Â
At home, sheâs a quiet and busy presence - even if it happens to be that time of the month. Ganyu doesnât really struggle with illnesses or bodily discomfort that much, for which she is really thankful to the fates. At most, when afflicted by either, sheâll get extra sleepy and will love some extra cuddles to make the pains go away.Â
You are probably the only person in Teyvat that has the right to touch her horns. They are indeed sensitive, but with the right guidance, the feelings of having these caressed are simply divine. Having their horns touched is a very intimate experience for Qilin, and Ganyu is no different. It will always be in bed, cuddled into each other and falling asleep, or while engaging in more lively bedroom activities.Â
Ganyu has some friends and family, and they are quite happy to keep an eye on her. Xianyun will make sure that you are a proper man worthy of her discipleâs hand, and when she does confirm that fact, expect to hear all about Ganyuâs early life, as well as past hobbies and habits; knowing them might prove useful even in the present day. She will also make frequent visits, if thatâs something you are okay with. Shenhe, on the other hand, will not follow you around per se - not you as a couple, that is. Because she will keep an eye on you. If you ever raise your hand at Ganyu, expect to be skewered and served at the next Lantern Riteâs banquet. But as with Cloud Retainer, if you prove yourself to be a good man, expect the same level of protection for yourself - Shenhe knows that your safety is Ganyuâs happiness, and if anything were to happen to you, her adoptive sister would cry her soul out.Â
Zhongli, being Zhongli, will gladly officiate the wedding.Â
The secretary is a girl that goes to sleep and wakes up early. She eats healthy and exercises just enough to keep herself from rusting over. Her house is perfectly clean, both thanks to her own efforts and those of her staff, and full of well-tended plants. She's a neat, well-organized and healthy little goat. If it makes you feel bad for your own lifestyle (and it should), Ganyu will be happy to help you care for yourself by cooking healthy meals for you, reminding you of your goals and helping you be consistent. For what? Why, for the delightful moment when you look at yourself in the mirror and finally smile at all the work you have done. Your happiness is her happiness.Â
Acts of service are her form of love. If you happen to come home later than her, you'll arrive to a nice bowl of warm soup, held by your dear wife. You casually mentioned that you need to, say, iron your shirt tomorrow? Ganyu's got you - even if she had to wake up that little bit earlier to do it. Maybe you're talking about a difficult achievement in one of your video games? If you teach her how to help, she'll be glad to tune in and grind with you. Whenever you act surprised at her actions, or say that she âdidnât have toâ, Ganyu will always replay with a kind smile and reassurance - she does it because she loves you.Â
She's the most receptive to physical touch. Sometimes things are going badly and the reasons for it are exhausting to put into words. Those days Ganyu would like nothing more than a simple embrace, your hand in hers, a gentle kiss on the forehead. Your touch reminds her that everything will be alright, and that she does not have to brave the world alone anymore.Â
Thanks for reading!
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Tim meeting Lex at a gala when heâs young. and becoming gossip besties with him
i finally wrote it after it infesting my brain enjoy
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Tim thought the gala was going to be like most of the others, boring, annoying, nothing happening. And then he saw Lex Luthor. And he's a smart man, probably the only other smart person in here so why not start a conversation?
Lex thought this gala was going to be boring and a waste of time. And then this small child comes up to him talking about gossip that he didn't even know? And mentioning his incredibly secret cloning project he just started a week ago? He's going to be a villain and Lex wants to be on his good side.
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Tim sighed, annoyed. Gala's have always been incredibly boring, the only slightly fun things that happen at them have been either Bruce Wayne "tripping" over something and drenching someone else with whatever drink or liquid is near, or overhearing gossip, such as Robert Dewitt cheating on his wife with his brother. That was a fun day.
This gala is looking to be about the same as always, just even more boring. Bruce Wayne isn't attending (understandable, The Joker just broke out of Arkham again. He's sure there's a cover story for why Bruce isn't here but he doesn't care about that), no one is drawing attention to any scandals yet, or at least not in his ear range.
The only vaguely interesting thing here is Lex Luthor actually attending it for once. The man usually never spares a moment for anything aside from Metropolis (disgusting) and Superman. So there's at least one other smart person here but he also happens to be a super-villain (not that the general public knows) so⌠Not like Tim can just walk up to him and talk right?
"So as I was saying it really is quite unfortunate that your son won't take the company, I always thought he was a rather charming young man-" Fuck it Tim's gonna go talk to the super-villain.
"Have you heard about Rebecca Strawling?" Tim asks Lex, who absolutely did NOT jump at this child sneaking up behind him (seriously how did he do that? Even Superman, a man who constantly floats, can't sneak up on him.). Lex blinks for a second because, yes he had and holy shit what a thing that is, and also how does this child know? Also why is this child talking to him?
"That⌠Depends. What have you heard?" Lex says hesitantly. Despite Rebecca's⌠everything, she still hid it incredibly well. If Lex wasn't so bored at these gala's he would never have known, so either this child is just incredibly nosy, or possibly an actual smart person in this room. Either option would prove far more interesting than what he had been doing.
"Well I've heard about the several affairs she's had with everyone she claims to hate. Business rivals, the poor, queer people, her husband's family, and if it's to be believed her own family." And⌠Holy fuck, Lex had not been aware of that last bit. He raises an eyebrow at the ending which prompts a slight grin from the child as he takes his phone out. "I have evidence."
Does Lex actually⌠Enjoy being near a kid barely in the double digits? Absurd.
"You know Tim, that man over there? He's almost bankrupting his company and family by sending their money to a 'client.' I believe all his business partners are looking for someone to replace his spot." It's been an hour and a half. This is the most entertained Lex has been at one of these in decades. If Tim finds himself following the black hair, blue eyes orphan trend Lex will take him in himself so help him God. He's insanely smart, not only is he excellent at reading people and finding dirt on them easily, he's incredibly skilled at hacking without any proper training on it. This is a villain in the making and Lex will not let himself fall on his bad side.
"Now, I have a moral question for you Tim. What do you think the ethics on making a weapon out of a clone would be?" He's been toying with the idea of cloning Superman lately, however the actual⌠Making it a weapon has been bothering him. If it comes out an adult man it could easily decide it wants to do something else and rebel, however what would the effects be on making a child weapon that was created for that sole purpose? The effectiveness of it?
"Easy. Don't make the clone a weapon. It's either an adult clone who could choose to be a soldier, and actually listen to you, or decide it won't listen and possibly end up exposing you. If it's a child clone then sure you get a weapon for a few years but not having a choice would end up making them resent you. Give them a choice on it, just like the Sidekicks, like Robin, Kid Flash, Speedy, all them. I'd assume you would want a meta clone anyway and most meta's feel a sense of duty with their abilities so it'd be likely for them to decide something along what you want. Just a matter on if they like you and go with you, or turn to the other side." Tim answers without missing a beat and wow what a concerning sentence that would be to hear from a child if he were anyone else. As it is he's delighted by the response.
"Although cloning a Kryptonian would probably alter it, simply wouldn't get enough material so you would likely have to substitute some of the material for human and at that point use your own and raise the clone as a child." What. That's far too specific. "Oh, sorry I probably should've kept it more broad. Anyway you should update your security systems." Definitely a super-villain in the making. One that he very much wants to be on the good side of. On that note now he needs to update his whole system.
"Ah, Tim I'm glad you picked up. I'm a father now! I'd like you to meet my son, his name is Kon-El-"
"Oh, I've already met him. You actually interrupted our call. Kinda late on telling me." Of course.
"You know I could adopt you as well, get you from that bumbling buffoon that is Wayne."
"Yeah but then my crush would become incestuous." His what? Know what he can work with this. Tim is joining his family one way or another.
Finally. A moment of peace for Lex to sit down, drink some coffee, and watch a rerun of his favorite show. "Luthor!" Oh great, the boy scout here to ruin his plans. Oh and is that his group for comic-con? There's the man of steel himself, Wonder Woman, Batman and⌠Wait. Oh this will piss Kal-El off to be ignored.
"Timothy! I was just about to call you. You remember Robert Dewitt, correct? You'll never guess what he's done now." Lex grins, standing up. He was meaning to update Tim on this particular⌠Creature. He's one of their favorites to catch up on, purely because of the absurdity of his debauchery. Although this time does have a reason, after all there's reason for dear old Robert to get locked up this time and he's been making some comments about Lex lately and well he can't just let that slide now can he?
Tim blinks for a second then realizes what Lex just said. "Wait you know? Of course you do why wouldn't you.. Actually wait that doesn't matter what the fuck did Robert do? Last I knew he wasn't allowed outside without an escort so I was expecting longer." Lex has a feeling it does in fact matter very much if the way Batman's eyes narrow and his jaw clench indicate anything. Lex needs to continue on or possibly get put in a hospital.
"Oh he's no longer allowed near animal shelters, so-" Kal-El cuts him off, incredibly rudely if he might add.
"What⌠What is going on here?" Poor man sounds so confused. Lex is savoring this moment.
"Well I know Timothy Drake is Red Robin. Clearly. Red Robin is the hero closest to becoming a villain which fits Tim quite well, and also Tim is the only Gothamite smart enough to be Red Robin. And infuriating enough to personally annoy Ra's al-Ghul on a regular." It's very simple honestly. Lex has no idea what's making this so complicated. "If it helps make you all feel 'safe' and 'secure' I could tell you about the time Timothy told me he had a crush on Kon-" And now Tim's thrown something at him. What is this, interrupt Lex day?
"Shut up! What if I told them about you and Clark Kent?" Ahh, expose his crush, get his own crush exposed. Well unfortunately Lex has no shame about that.
"You mean the man who could lift a 200 lb person with no effort? One of the very few good reporters?" Odd that Kal-El's face is getting red and confused but oh well. "Honestly though, who cares. You know Tim my offer for adopting you still stands. I know it must be absurdly easy to hide being Red Robin from your⌠family. However I think I could be of more assistance still." Batman's hands are clenching now. Interesting. "I mean you made a fake uncle to get out of being adopted by the oaf, I don't know why you didn't just let me." Ah, Batman's hands are unclenched. He must have thought that uncle was also real. Surprising, really, from 'The World's Greatest Detective' however they clearly have the wrong bat. "And does he even know about your missing spleen? Really, I should get him locked up for child neglect. Even I would notice if anything happened to Kon-El."
Tim's eyes widen at that and snap to Batman's equally wide eyes. They both jump into a sprint, Tim leaping out of a window with the Bat close behind. "Oh, did he not know? Oops."
Perfect. Hopefully that'll have been absurd enough that the Justice League leave him alone, and he can watch his show in peace.
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