#such is that way with you units. you're all so confusing-- that's ok

[mewkwota]

I'm in the middle of revisiting Namco X CAPCOM and finally reached the part with Volnutt-n-Roll. It's very much just me, but something about the way Juno seemed to agitate Volnutt just by being there was interesting, especially with how the (translated) dialogue implied it.

I shall let my delusions wander for this.

[neilarmstrongssmile]

Ok, I need to talk about it. The Five x Lila thing is uncomfortable and kinda gross to me. But mabye I'm not seeing the vision/my discomfort is not the reason it's a bad idea necesarilly. So... here are some reasons besides that on why it's just a bad idea:

1. Why give Five a love story at all? He had a love story, has had it the whole show - love for his family. I'm not saying he doesn't deserve romantic love (with an actual human), but knowing it's the last season and knowing they have only 6 eposodes mabye don't? Introducing the romance in the second to last episode? And developing it through a montague? It's not enough time

2. What's the purpose of the subway station to the story? The only characters on it are Five and Lila (later also Lila's family + Claire), they don't accomplish anything with it, don't find anything useful, don't learn anything new. It's an excuse to have them get lost there, so that they could fall in love. IT'S THE LAST SEASON! Don't waste a cool location like that! Why didn't other characters get there? Why didn't they get Bennifer there and put Ben on one train and Jennifer on another while they think of another permanent safe solution? Use the subway station for actual plot or get rid of it - and that way we don't have the out-of-character falling in love crap

3. Ok, thay are lost, it's been years, they are loosing hope, they are clinging to the only other real thing. There's no guilt? No talk of Diego, Lila's children? There's no false start? They just kiss, remark it's not weird and live idyllicly together? I don't need depressing scenes of them crying for their family and hating themselves for being together, but what we got was not a relationship created by necessity but a normal falling in love story as if Lila isn't MARRIED CURRENTLY to Five's BROTHER! There should be some weirdness, some discussion of what exactly their relationship is, what would happen if they managed to come back. It's inconsistent (with previous characterisation but that's another thing) - are they genuinly in love, or using each other? Is Lila trully happy and in love, or pretending, while being desperate to come back to reality with Diego and her kids? They seem really in love, but after Five finally (5 months!?!?? WTF that's gross) shows Lila the notebook and she leaves she makes it seem as if she's choosing Diego and her marriage. But then she cannot answer 'Do you love him?', gives Five longing glances, is holding his hand... I know that she could be confused and unsure but it doesn't seem as if she doesn't know, it seems like she acts in the way for all the scenes to be dramatic even if it contradicts what happened previously.

4. So they manage to go back, Lila doesn't immedietly confess to Diego, and when the truth comes out Five is mad? He is in the wrong! He went after his brother's wife, he should be apologetic, he should feel weird to be in Diego's home, not combative. Yeah, your love life is complicated and not everything is roses after your return but it's on you YOU WENT AFTER A MARRIED WOMAN! WITH KIDS! And you're mad at her husband for being mad at you? No, he should be ashamed. And ok, get mad later, say that you were finally happy, and now it's gone, scream it at Lila or Diego, but not from the get go. That makes him seem like such a scumbag .

5. You wanted Five to have a romance. In my opinion unnecessary, but do you. You wanted it to be with Lila. In my opinion very weird choice, but sure. Why have Lila and Diego married? We have a 6 year time skip. They could have been just co-parenting and no longer together (and never married). Why make a subplot where Diego thinks Lila is cheating on him (as a joke) to then make it a reality? Why not have Diego and Lila have this season to grow close as friends and co-parent as a unit after years of conflict and have Diego be supportive of this weird incestuous relationship? (TUA unfortunately is no stranger to that, and UA already has weird and complicated relationships all around) instead of falling apart in such a fashion? IT'S THE LAST SEASON at the very least have all our main characters go out without conflict with each other. Five's lat words to Diego were 'I'm gonna kill you'.

It seems they made this whole thing as messy as possible, but then didn't dive deep into the mess to have some actual drama, didn't adress the mess, didn't vindicate any of those characters. And if you're just creating mess and don't engage with it, and it's THE LAST SEASON mabye you should've just left it alone - Lila and Diego together and happy, and Five doing everything to be with his family, safe. I'm dissapointed.

[matan4il]

You're such a hypocrite it is truly infuriating. You want people to condemn Hamas attacks on hospitals and kindergartens but your countries attacks on churches, hospitals, ambulances and refugee camps are ok?

Either both of them are bad or both of them are alright.

The way you start this ask makes it clear that you're incapable of hearing me out, so this reply isn't for you. It's for anyone else who might be confused.

Here's the timeline of events:

Oct 7: Over 3,000 terrorists break into Israel and rape, maim, kill and abduct over 1,400 civilians. Among their crimes, these terrorists kill paramedics in their ambulances, and shoot the tires of said ambulances so they can't be used to save lives.

Medical staff and tools targeting isn't widely condemned, nor reported by major news outlets. No outraged posts on Tumblr.

Oct 8: Barzilai hospital takes a direct hit from a Palestinian rocket fired from Gaza.

Hospital targeting isn't widely condemned, nor reported by major news outlets. No outraged posts on Tumblr.

Oct 11: Barzilai hospital takes a second and third direct hit from Palestinian rockets fired from Gaza.

Repeated hospital targeting isn't widely condemned, nor reported by major news outlets. No outraged posts on Tumblr.

Oct 17: Hamas reports an explosion at al Ahli hospital in Gaza, claims 500 people killed, and blames Israel instantly (even though it would be impossible to determine a number of fatalities that high within just 10 minutes of the explosion taking place, or to verify responsibility within that time frame).

Worldwide condemnations of Israel, every major news outlet adds this false Hamas report to their breaking news headlines and push notifications, and Tumblr fills with posts about Israel committing war crimes immediately.

But that very night, it turned out that the rocket was fired by the Palestinian Islamic Jihad, a terrorist organization. The rocket malfunctioned and hit the al Ahli hospital instead of Israel, and the next day it turned out the hospital wasn't even hit, it was the parking lot, the damage caused didn't fit an Israeli airstrike, and the damage also didn't fit a casualty figure of 500 people. In the following days, every independent check (including from institutes hostile to Israel) confirmed it was a PIJ rocket, not an Israeli airstrike.

No PIJ condemnations, nor reports by any major news outlets. Posts on Tumblr either ignore PIJ's culpability, or continue to insist that Israel is to blame, despite NO credible sources saying definitively so.

I know where the hypocrisy lies.

But the hypocrisy doesn't end there. Because what Israel and Hamas are doing with their own medical facilities is different.

Israel DOES NOT use its ambulances to hide soldiers and to transport weapons. It doesn't place its headquarters under the Barzilai hospital. There are no Israeli fighter jets being launched from its courtyard. That's why the Barzilai hospital maintains its protected status as a forbidden target during fighting. Because it is used strictly for civilian purposes.

In contrast, Hamas placed its headquarters under the Shifa hospital in Gaza. It has used ambulances to transport its armed terrorists. It's done so, because they KNOW that Israel normally doesn't strike medical facilities. Hamas terrorists have said so themselves. Here are two vids, the first about the use of hospitals by Hamas units, the second about the use of ambulances, and in both cases the reason given is that Hamas knows Israel wouldn't strike there:

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[zoerislovely]

You're sick and Lucifer finds out

(this is my first fanfic, so if it's not good you know why. I hope you guys enjoy!)

You aren't the type of person to get sick, and when you do. Let's just say it's strong. And when that does happen, haha, you're not coming out of your room. 2 main reasons; 1. You don't want anyone else getting sick and 2. You don't want anyone worrying, especially Charlie since she would be worried sick. So you decide to stay in your bed sleeping. That is until you hear a sudden knock at the door.

Lucifer has been staying ever since the reconstruction of the hotel. And during that time he has gotten rather close to the other residents and workers (except a certain dear). But he's gotten closer to one person in particular. You. You guys have found so much in common. And even though, of course you never always agreed on everything, you guys were really united. Maybe has do to with the fact that you both know how it feels to be left alone.

The king has never felt himself happier, and everyone could notice. But when you shouted at him to leave you alone after he knocked, he felt worried rather than mad or sad.

“Is everything ok y/n?”

“Yea, so please leave!”

Being the stubborn person Lucifer is, he doesn't listen and comes into your room either way. You're all wrapped up in your covers, looking like an absolute mess.

“Hey you feeling okay?”

“Lucifer I told you not to come in”

“But you look sick..”

There's a bit of worry in his eyes as he looks at you. As much as you love this man, you don't want him worrying.

During the time you have been hanging out with him. You started to develop feelings for the short king, of course, he didn't know that.

“Yes I'm sick, that's why I don't want you in here. I don't want you to get sick as well”

He chuckles amused.

“Darling, I'm the literal king of hell, it would take a lot to get me sick”

“Well, Yea, but you could still get sick!”

He sits next to your resting body on the bed. Moving a hand to your hair and gently stroking it. This duck loving man was going to be the end of you. You try pushing his hand away.

“Please don't get close to me..you could get sick..”

“Well if I do, so be it! I'm going to take care of you!”

“Huh!?”

And with that he cuddles up in bed with you. You stare at him, bewildered. What was he doing? Before you can speak again he covers your lips with a finger.

“Ah ah ah, you need to rest. And don't you dare become stubborn, because I will make you”

You look up at him, smiling a bit. You've never been this close to him. The heat of both your bodies mixing into a heated dance. Oh how you could get used to this. You start to drift off.

Lucifer holds you close in his arms as you rest. When he had knocked at your door, he didn't expect it would end like this. But he's not complaining. He loves having you near. And a feeling he thought died long ago, seemed to return. Love. Did he really feel this for you? Or was he just confused? He wants to have you close, protect you, make you feel like you matter. Did he really love you?

Well whatever it was, he wasn't going to worry about it now. You were comfortably resting in his arms, and how he was absolutely loving it. Whatever this feeling was, it would resolve by itself, as time passes.

A yawn leaves his lips. He's also pretty tired. His eyes start closing, and sooner or later he is sleeping peacefully as well. Both of you cuddled up on the bed, sound asleep. Will this have an effect on both yours friendship? We'll see.

[pavlovianfuckery]

lets be mean to dream 2:electric boogaloo

A/N: Re-uploading all my fics after having a slight mental breakdown and deleting everything so this is kind of old, but bone apple tea and all that anyway

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Summary: I can't be the only one who has wanted to hook Dream up to an e-stim unit and zap him until his galaxy-brain turns to mush, right? Or maybe I am, I don't fucking know

Pairing: Dream/F!Reader

Notes: e-stim, edging, some light bondage, no use of y/n

Length: 3300~ words

The way he trusted you would probably never cease to amaze you. Not blindly or without the occasional teasing remark but he did, even if you sometimes treated him a little bit like a science project, especially in the bedroom. Lately one of your favorite pastimes had been introducing him to what one might call the many wonders of modern living. Morpheus himself however seemed to prefer calling it "your inexplicable fondness for lewd objects". But since he was in turn fond of you, it usually worked itself out.

At the end of the day you were just glad for the moments he'd spend with you, both in and out of the bedroom. Here in this little bubble you share, he doesn't have to carry all the weight of who he is. All he needs to be is yours, nothing more or less than that. And if for those small snippets of time he could relax a bit and just feel, all the better. Gods knew that if anyone needed a break, it was him.

You weren't sure how he'd react this time, but you were equal parts eager and nervous to find out.

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It takes a few days until you see him again, so by the time he visits you in the Waking you've half forgotten about the unassuming black bag on your nightstand. You'd been debating with yourself how to bring it up, or if you even should. While he'd yet to refuse you, what you had in mind this time would push him, perhaps a bit too much. The decision is soon out of your hands because he notices it the minute he enters your bedroom. He doesn't ask what's inside though, simply giving it an apprehensive look.

"You are in a gaming mood tonight, I see."

There's not much point denying it, so you wrap your arms around his waist and give him a quick kiss.

"Maybe." You grin at him, though inwardly you're still not quite sure about this. Maybe going out and buying those extras was putting the cart in front of the horse? "I wanted to try something a bit different tonight."

"You know that I would deny you nothing, my sweet."

That nearly makes you wince, because he clearly has no idea what he's in for.

"Maybe don't make me any promises just yet," you laugh, taking his hand. "Come to bed?"

He follows you so eagerly, it almost makes you feel a bit bad. Only almost though, because this could potentially be fun. Not wanting to get ahead of yourself you sit down and pat the covers next to you.

"Well?" He looks at you expectantly as he joins you there, lips twitching into a small smile. "It is not quite like you to be this secretive." His eyes are full of mirth as he continues, "Should I perhaps be worried that you have planned something nefarious?"

That's one of the things you love about him, the way he knows exactly how to put you at ease with nothing but a few words. You take a deep breath and let it out through your nose.

"That's not the word I'd use, but maybe it's better if I show you." You scoot back a bit and grab the bag, placing it between you. It's quick work to get it open and lay some of the items out on the covers.

"Is this what you were worried to show me?" He picks up some of the cables and frowns in what for him is very apparent confusion. "Pieces of string and..." He picks up another part and turns it around in his hands, "a box?"

Oh, this will be fun.

"It's not just any box, "you're tempted to waggle your eyebrows at him as you continue, "it's a magical box."

"A magical box."

Between his deadpan delivery and obvious scepticism, you can't quite hold back a snort.

"Ok, it's not magical. It can make you feel really good though." You shift on the bed, already imagining all the things you want to do to him.

"And you wish to use it on me, I assume?" He doesn't sound disinterested so far, which makes your stomach fill with hopeful butterflies.

"Yeah. Kind of a lot. If you want, of course." You inwardly cross your fingers as he considers it.

"Very well." He eyes the items laid out between you again and continues, "Though I am afraid that I am quite at a loss as to how you would use most of these items."

"You don't need to worry about that part, let me handle that." You lean forward and kiss the corner of his mouth, smiling as you hook a finger in the neckline of his shirt and give it a small pull. "The clothes need to go, though."

You don't think you'll ever get bored of watching him undress. Even here in the Waking he could simply magic his clothes away, but he barely ever does, preferring to take his time. Just the sight of the lean muscles of his back flexing as he pulls his t-shirt over his head is enough to make your mouth water. He doesn't usually deliberately put on a show, he doesn't need to. But he must be in a particularly good mood because he really takes his time today. Especially when he bends over to pull his jeans off his legs, making you choke on your own spit. You try to keep your cough discreet, but it doesn't work very well.

"Are you quite alright, my sweet?" His tone is airy and nonchalant, but you know that he knows exactly what he's doing. One of these days he very well could be the death of you.

"I'm fine," you clear your throat, "absolutely fantastic."

Finally, he joins you on the bed, the very picture of leisure as he stretches out on his side next to you. For a moment you almost forget what the plan was, he's that distracting. Right. Less ogling, more setting up. As you rifle through the bag you have a thought.

"Can I tie you up, too?" You hastily add, "Just a little bit?"

"Why would you need to do that?"

You debate how to respond to that but settle on something that's very nearly the truth.

"This is easier if you stay still, so things don't move too much."

He seems to take exception to that and scoffs.

"I am perfectly capable of staying still, I assure you."

"Well..." You tap your lip thoughtfully, "It's not that I don't think you can't, I just don't want you to, I don't know, roll over and make me zap you by mistake or something."

"I see." He watches as you wrangle the cables. "How would you have me then?"

"On your back is fine." You swear under your breath as you hit a knot and start picking it out, careful not to break anything. "There are a few parts to make this work, so I hope you can indulge me for a bit."

"As opposed to my usual uncharitable disposition?" He's clearly teasing you, but he's got a point.

You finally manage to get the cables straightened out and connected to the right channels.

"There we go, that's that done. So now I'm just going to connect these here..." you grab a couple of plain rubber rings from the collection scattered on the bed, "and then..." You rifle through the box until you find what you're looking for. "One of these."

The plug is modestly sized, the only thing setting it apart is the shape, with a sweeping curve and bulbous tip.

"You should be able to handle this one, right?" You're sure he can, but you figure it's only polite to ask. When you show it to him, he looks less than impressed.

"As I am sure you can recall, you have had me with larger before." It's not quite an eye-roll, but it's not not that, either.

"That isn't why I'm asking, but I see your point." You connect it too, then put the box to the side for the moment. Giving the bag another rifling through, you come out with what looks like a small syringe, sans needle. "This next bit can be a bit messy, but bear with me for just a bit longer?"

Thankfully, filling the syringe up with conductive gel is a much quicker process, and in a minute you've got it ready, giving his hip a poke with your finger.

"Turn over a bit for me?" He obeys readily enough, letting you slide the slim instrument into him easily. When you press the plunger down, he gives a little hiss. "Sorry, that's cold, isn't it?"

"By some miracle, I am sure I shall survive," He responds dryly.

That earns him a pinch on the backside as you pull the syringe out.

"The cheek of you! Watch the attitude or you might be sorry in a minute."

That catches his interest.

"Oh, will I now?" He turns over and props himself up on his elbows, eyes gleaming.

Definitely.

"Maybe." You retrieve some padded cuffs from one of the drawers of the nightstand and dangle them in front of him. "Do these meet His Majesty's approval?"

"They do. What is your wish?" He lays back, arms above his head and crossed at the wrist, "Like this, perhaps?"

"Almost. Let me." You attach the cuffs to either side of the headboard and guide his wrists to where you want them, pressing a tender kiss to each one before strapping him in. Making sure that the restraints are tight but not overly so, you stroke his hair. "You good?"

"Yes."

That's good enough, so you start lubing the plug up as he watches you with interest. When you're satisfied with the amount, you tap the side of his knee. "Lift for me."

Sliding the plug into place makes his eyelashes flutter, his breath speeding up by the tiniest fraction as his cock stirs to life. You can't quite resist lapping at him, sucking him into your mouth until he grows fully hard there, throbbing on your tongue.

Sliding the rings on him is a bit fiddlier but eventually you get them in place, one going around both his shaft and balls, the other nestled right behind his tip. It's the first time he's let you do something like this, and the sight of his cock this way is mesmerizing.

"Still good?" Applying more of the gel, you make sure there are no dry spots under the rings. When he still doesn't respond you trace your finger around his tip, just barely touching but enough to make him pay attention.

"...Yes."

"Great!" You turn the box on. "How does this feel?" Turning it up to the lowest setting, you watch him carefully.

"Different, but...not unpleasant."

You turn it back down and fiddle with the settings for a few seconds, setting it to a slow wave pattern before turning it back up, a tad higher this time."How about this?"

That gets a reaction, his brow furrowing and his mouth falling open.

"That is...good."

He lets a quiet groan as you turn it up a bit more, his cock starting to ever so slightly throb in time with the pulses, a bead of precum forming at his tip. You settle in next to him, just watching him for a few moments. This might be the most vulnerable you've ever seen him, and you're enjoying every minute of it. Running your hand across his chest you consider turning it up some more, but decide against it for now, instead gently circling one of his nipples with your fingers. Rubbing the pad of your finger across it rewards you with a small moan.

"You like that?" Without waiting for a response you do it again, watching it stiffen under your touch. Every time you rub him he lets out a small gasp, but he seems too focused on the sensations to reply. You flick your tongue over his nipple and blow on it gently, watching the goosebumps erupt all over his pale skin. "Hello? Earth to Dream?"

"Do that again."

"Do what again? This?" This time you do turn the power up and watch as his cock throbs even more, leaking freely now. "Or did you mean this?" You make your tongue broad and flat, dragging it over his nipple before gently sucking the rosy little nub into your mouth.

That makes him grip the sheets, knuckles white. Despite his earlier confidence, he isn't very still at all, hips starting to arch off the bed. Not ready for this to be over too quickly you dial the power back down, but not turning it off. As he eases back down you kiss his shoulder, admiring the blush slowly creeping across his skin, all the way down his chest.

"You should see yourself right now," you sigh, stroking his hair, "you're so beautiful like this, so perfect. You want more?"

Rather than respond he simply leans into your touch, breath heavy.

"I'll take that as a yes, then." This time you turn it up a smidge higher than before, making him arch off the bed again. Watching his cock throb, you count to ten pulses before turning it back down again. You give him a moment to recover, then do it again, this time counting to twenty before turning it back down, leaving him squirming. For a while you simply repeat the process over and over, up, down, ten, twenty. You’re not sure how long it goes on for, but for every cycle he falls apart a bit more, until he’s nearly vibrating off the bed. "Still good, or do you want me to stop?" You eye his dribbling cock with something like pity. “We can take a break, if you want.”

"Don't..." His lips are red and a bit swollen where he's been worrying at them with his teeth, his voice breathless, "Don't stop, not yet."

"Think you can come like this?" You watch as he rolls his hips, his legs opening and closing.

"I think...I..." He swallows and frowns, "Perhaps, I want...I...."

"Want to try?" You're pretty sure you've never seen him struggle for words before. Usually, he's the one picking you apart until you can hardly speak, not the other way around.

"Yes," he nods, almost panting, "yes..."

You turn the machine up again, higher still. Glancing at the display you can see that it's only at 45% power so far, but he's already chasing it, his almost frantic movements leaving the bedding in a crumpled heap at the foot of the bed. This time you get count to thirty, but he can't quite get there, collapsing back against the pillows in a frustrated heap, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes.

"I can't," he gasps, "I want, I can't...please..."

"Shhh, relax, let me help you," you kiss his cheek, tasting his tears. "Tell me what you need."

Feeling a bit evil you sneakily keep your fingers on the dials, slowly increasing the strength as he tries to speak, making his words come out in fits and starts.

"Again, your mouth, I..."

The meaning is clear enough, but you watch him struggle for a few moments more just because you can. When you put your hands on him his skin is covered in a thin sheen of sweat and the taste of it floods your mouth as you suck his nipple into your mouth again and swirl your tongue over it. Giving the other one some attention as well, you hear his whispered pleas turning louder, growing more urgent as you give him a little pinch.

It's mostly a litany of please, making it clear that for once he's completely lost in sensation, no other thought in that pretty head of his except for pleasure. It doesn't take long for his breaths to become uneven, the 'please' turning into oh, more drawn out for every pulse until he lets go, scrabbling for purchase in the sheets as he finally comes, his release drawn from him in thick bursts. You regret not being able to see him properly, especially when you feel a few stray droplets hit your cheek, because that’s just plain impressive. When his orgasm finally starts subsiding, you reduce the output down to zero, but not turning it off.

"Still with me?"

"I...yes." It's hesitant and a bit breathless, but that's probably to be expected.

"That's good," You brush away a few stray hairs sticking to his forehead. "Look how well you did, love."

Taking a few moments you kneel between his splayed legs and pat him dry with a soft towel as you check the connections, adding some fresh gel to ensure that there are no hot spots. "By the way," you give the base of the plug a few experimental wiggles, rocking it into him a couple of times, "did I tell you my favourite thing about this machine?" Grinning at him you fiddle with the controls, changing the pattern from a slow wave to an alternating pulse, without turning it up just yet. "It's probably better if I show you I think."

When he catches on to what you're doing, he starts fighting the restraints.

"You..." As you start increasing the output he falls back against the pillows again, eyes a bit unfocused as the current bounces between his prostate and his still sensitive cock. "Oh, you cruel creature..."

"That's not very nice," you tut, stroking his thigh. Craning your neck, you can only just catch a glimpse of the base of the plug moving as he contracts around it.

"Release me," he groans, but there's no real force behind his words. Those aren't even the right words, anyway. He could end this at any time, and you both know it. Instead you slowly turn the power up, watching as his soft cock twitches and leaks all over his pale stomach.

"Too much," he gasps, thrashing and pulling on the cuffs again.

"Does it hurt?" You hover your finger over the controls, ready to cut the power just in case.

"No," he moans, face twisted in pleasure as he all but humps the air. "Keep...more."

That makes no sense, but you get the gist. Checking the settings it's still not turned up terribly high, so you kick it up a few notches more until you've got him writhing like an eel in a hot pan, completely uncaring about the pathetic sounds running from his mouth. He doesn't get hard again but that doesn't matter because he spills for you again anyway, a pitiful sound caught high in his throat. There's barely enough to fill a thimble this time around and when you finally cut the power he sinks into the bed, completely limp.

"You alright?" You quickly get to work cleaning him up, gently removing the plug and sliding the rings off his cock before undoing the cuffs, massaging his wrists as you do so. When he doesn't respond right away you almost start to worry that perhaps you'd taken it a bit too far, but then he blinks slowly up at you.

"I...believe so."

This is probably the most relaxed you've ever seen him, and you can't entirely suppress a giggle as you snuggle in close, one arm thrown across his waist.

"Good. So," you trace the curve of his hip idly, "can I ask you something?"

"If it is in my power to answer, then I shall," he murmurs, taking your hand in his and twining your fingers together.

"Okay. So..." You twirl a lock of his hair around your finger. "Is my 'fondness for lewd objects' still inexplicable to you?" As you wait for him to answer, you trail a line of small kisses from his shoulder and up the side of his neck. When he eventually responds, it's with a deep sigh.

"Perhaps not."

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[marmotsomsierost]

Me: bla bla ekg explanation bla

Pt's phone: OG star trek tricorder sound

Pt: oh sorry i can silence that real quick

Me: it's fine, the no cell phone use signs are more for loud conversations and recording, there's no interference danger here

Me: nice message alert btw

Pt: thanks

Pt: do you know where it's from?

Me, blinking in confusion because why would i compliment it if i don't know what it is: ...

Pt: if you don'-

Me: it's a tricorder. OG trek.

Pt: yeah! Most people don't recognize it.

Pt's partner, standing behind them, in tones of 'i am gonna tease you about this for the rest of time': babe.

Pt's partner: look at her badge. Literally in front of your face.

Pt: what?

My badge:

Pt: ohhhh. Nice.

Pt: so you're like, into nerd-ception then

Me, staring at the ekg screen, yelling internally at myself that it is extremely inappropriate to say anything like 'i don't believe in limiting myself to one option' or 'i'm a solid 3 on the trek-warsey scale' or 'porque no los dos' or 'why swing both ways when you can ride a wave spinner' or just the flat out 'nah i exercise my god-given right as a bisexual to choose ALL the things' however the problem with that is that unattended!me has all the focus of a labrador staring at cheese except it's books and Talking About Books, and the higher functions are as previously mentioned very busy preventing innuendo: uh...

Me: well, ten year old me went from timothy zahn's star wars books to his sci fi books, then down the crunchy space opera like weber and anne mccaffery and lois mcmaster bujold, and also down the talking magic horses and raptors side of things with mercedes lackey and andre norton and then kate elliot because her cover artist was the same as mercedes lackey's until my dad was like 'you're reading too much sci fi/fantasy and asked my mom what she was reading at my age. She said depressed russians, he was like okay no and instead gave me what he had been reading, which was dumas. I chewed my way through the count of monte cristo, then for some reason that led to me picking up a harry turtledove that my dad was like 'you don't want that' and i, being a stubborn preteen, went 'nuh-uh i do' and then had to actually finish the damn thing because i couldn't let dad win, which i did but at what cost-

(Throughout this automatic rambling I've been putting on the leads and pulling up the order, and like always the fucking left arm lead is refusing to make a good connection for no goddamn reason, but it has finally fucking settled)

Me: -oh good, finally; please hold still for a few moments-

Me: ok! You can go ahead and remove those stickers

Pt and pt's partner:

Me: ...do you have any questions?

Pt's partner: i REALLY want to see your bookshelf

Me: oh, no, they're a mess, we moved and just threw everything up there

Me: we barely separated the pratchett and the dresden and the drizzit* series out, but even they're not in order really. Drizzt, i mean, i know it's drizzt but drizzit annoys my husband to no end so any time he calls me a dwarf i call the books drizzit.

Pt: how many bookshelves do you have?

Me: uh

Me: are we talking like, contiguous units as one, or each individual unit even if they're mounted together, or like in a mixed use shelf what percentage has to be books before it's a bookshelf?

Pt's partner: i think that answers that question, really

Pt: ...how are YOU getting called a dwarf

Me: he's three inches taller than i am. I'm going to go give this to the doctor, if someone from xray or the lab comes before i get back you can go with them, otherwise please wait here

Pt: i'm assuming i'm not dying, then

Me: i'm not trained beyond a limited set of rhythms and cardiology is way above my pay grade but yes, if i saw any of them i would not have disconnected you and we'd already be in a room, so from that perspective you're good

Thankfully radiology had come by to steal them before i got back and then i hid for the remaining few minutes of my shift because clearly i had run out of Professional Marmot Energy and needed to stay away to maintain a veneer of professionalism.

[akutasoda]

hello! may i request a enemies troupe with chuuya nakahara? in which the reader has an electricity based ability, and during an incredibly deadly battle, it starts to rain. reader has to resort to drastic measures, and uses the rain to conduct the electricity, making the entire zone filled to the brim with electricity, and even causing a power outage in yokohama. the downside is, in order to not shock the port mafia subordinates and chuuya in the cross fire, she has to activate a certain part of her ability that completely consumes her mind when it’s in use, similarly to how chuuya uses corruption. so, in short, she goes into a uncontrollable fit of fury and violent behavior, destroying anything near her, no longer recognizing who she was against. no one can even approach her due to the outline of electricity covering her figure. this goes on until her ability is nullified, or she is rendered unconscious. sorry for the specific details! i just figured that i would have to add on a bit since this topic could be a bit confusing. (also the electricity overworked her and she ends up on the verge of death but shes ok hehe I LOVE ANGST)

pain is not easy to endure

synopsis - even within a rivalry, if the one is really suffering does the other pull through and help?

includes - chuuya

warnings - fem!reader (she/her pronouns), reader is part of the port mafia - executive, lots of angst, little to no comfort, physical fighting, injury description, mentions of losing control of one's body, wc - 915

a/n: anon i absolutely loved this, the idea and writing it, i too absolutely love angst :)

your rivalry with chuuya haas been around ever since you had started out your career in the port mafia. you had first started out when you were still around 17-18, you had joined just after some executive disappeared, who? you have no idea but he seemed pretty important.

this mysterious executive also seemed to of had a prior rivalry with chuuya. seeing as you often heard chuuya grumbling about something to do with blowing up a vehicle?? you had no idea. and it never concerned you. however something about chuuya just infuriated you to no end and it seemed the feeling was mutual.

you had caught up to chuuya in rankings rather quickly. and that annoyed him. you the newcomer with some kind of potential he personally didn't see and now you were close to being on an even rank to him.

he also just seemed to want to pick a fight with you for whatever reason. so it was safe to say neither of you wanted to get along and had formed quite the rivalry, often even refusing to go on missions with the other. eventually you would have to. something about bosses orders or whatever.

and that little fued had led all the way up until the present. practically getting worse by the years. you both were now executives and quite well respected. but somewhere along the line a quite deadly underground ability weilding organization was affecting the port mafia. from imposing upon their turf to sabotaging imports.

and thus as a quite troubling issue they had sent out someone to deal with it as quick as possible. however in a cruel fashion they had shown that they had allianced with other small groups and had destroyed the unit sent to deal with them. it wasn't looking to well.

so to avoid more casualties you and chuuya were sent in with some other lower ranking agents. normally you two would resist, chuuya often saying something about how 'i would rather die than woek with her again'. but you two knew you're limits and with bitterness and silent anger you got on with it.

but it was proving to be difficult for both of you to deal with. and after a while and a huge amount of losses of both sides things were just getting worst. chuuya had left you to finish off one section while he tried to get rid of the others. but the crackle of lightning was getting louder and more ferocious.

as the rain came pouring down you saw an opportunity. it was a terrible idea but you'd be dammed if more people died on your end. chuuya could sense the static. he knew what was about to happen. you had managed to channel your electricity through to the rain causing a significant increase in what could only be flashes of lightning consistently.

and as much as you wished for it hot strike chuuya down, you reckoned you get quite a bit of telling off for killing him. that and you had your subordinates to protect so in the most difficult position you had to try your best to make sure your ability hit no one on your side.

however lights were flickering off at an alarming rate in yokohama. but people could hardly tell from the constant light of electricity. you had never used you ability in this way for this long before and it was slowly nulling your ability to think. your mind was clouding and your grasp on your ability started slipping now attacking anyone with reach and even destroying everything in sight.

chuuya recognised this state. it made his heart turn and his body fill with worry. was this how he acted in corruption? he knew it wasn't corruption but it seemed all to familiar to not be similar. he could hear subordinates running away claiming 'she's out of control' or 'she's going to kill us all' and no matter how much he seemed to hate you and antagonize you constantly. he couldn't let you suffer like this. not when he understood what was happening to you.

he knew what you were going through and that made it even more painful to watch. he needed to help you.

but how could he help? your body was radiating electricity forming a outline around you that he knew for sure he wouldn't be able to touch and anything that moved you targeted. normally in his corruption state a certain mackerel would help him out of it but he hated him more than you. plus he wanted to save you himself.

your mind was spiralling and you could feel your body shutting down but couldn't do anything, it was like you were a bystander in your own demise. you felt so helpless, but by some miracle or pure stoke of luck chuuya had managed to use his ability to stop you in your tracks and your body almost hit the ground with force if he hadn't caught you.

your body looked practically scorched with severe burns, eyes unfocused and clouded over and your breathing was heavily laboured practically not even there but it was still there! he had a chance to save you.

not long after he had managed to get you urgent care, things started looking up for you. perhaps after all this maybe he could be a bit nicer to you. and it went without saying you had absolutely destroyed the enemy (and half your subordinates).

[cliophilyra]

OMG why didn't I see you're doing this too? Ah, can I still send prompts? If so: (and you don't have to do them all of course but if you're in the mood...)

9, 15, 30, 50 for SalTommy, and you can have a million more if you like!

Hello! Thank you so much for these! First one done. Hopefully more to follow ❤️

Kiss prompt 9: In public...

The captain is panicking. He can hear it in his voice. The latest in their long line of useless, checked out, burned out, soon-to-be-retirees is in over his head. Which is a problem because this empty warehouse is huge and it's well on its way to being fully involved. A crowd the size of a small town has gathered at the side of the site, watching and filming on their phones.

They've only been fighting it for twenty minutes and it's out of control. Sal keeps listening out for the captain to call for back up but he doesn't hear a word on the radio.

Sal turns to Tommy. "Fuck this," he yells. "I'm gonna smack some sense into him—"

"Sal—" Tommy begins.

"—not literally, don't worry," Sal grins and turns away, jogging back to where the captain is nervously watching them work.

"We need more back-up!" Sal shouts over the roar of fire and water.

"It's ok, I can handle—"

"No we can't. This should be four alarm by now for fucks sake," Sal grabs the captains radio and thrusts against his chest. "Get on the fucking radio."

The captain's face darkens, he opens his mouth, raising a hand to point Sal's way off the site. That's when the wall blows out.

Sal feels the pressure wave hit him in the back, throwing him forward against the captain and he feels terror like nothing he has ever experienced on any call. He shoves the man aside as he turns. Somehow he already knows what he'll see.

Flames and smoke are pouring out of the jagged hole in the brick, right where he and Tommy had been, most of the team are struggling to their feet among the rubble but one person is lying flat on their back, not moving. It's Tommy.

Sal runs. He hears someone yelling and he thinks it might be him. It's like moving through syrup. Smoke billows like clouds, obscuring Tommy for a moment. Sal calls his name, voice cracking. Time stretches out. Then the smoke clears and like the sun coming out, Tommy is sitting up, coughing and holding his head. Sal crashes to his knees in front of him, cupping his face in shaking hands and kissing him, desperate and greedy, all teeth and tongue and panic.

"Baby," he breathes against Tommy's lips, resting their foreheads together. He tastes salt, it could be his tears or the blood which is streaming down Tommy's face from the shallow cuts in his forehead. Tommy smiles at Sal, looking a little dazed, almost confused by the state of him. Sal kisses him again, hauling him carefully to his feet as the onlookers cheer and hold up their phones.

This was not how he planned to come out to the team - or the world - and he's almost certainly getting suspended if they get through this night, but he can't bring himself to care as he kisses Tommy again and walks him towards the RA unit as the sirens of back up approaching wail in the distance.

[mike-haters-dni]

So while I'm Saying Shit, I also have a problem with this idea that El was upset that Mike wasn't saying I love you specifically because her love language is words of affirmation so she really needed to hear it? I mean, first of all I think the idea of love languages is mostly useful as a quick generalized way to discuss how we respond to and express affection—a messy nuanced human behavior thing that is hard to talk about, and the show is written with that nuance, but even then I don't think El particularly craves or requires words to feel loved anymore than anyone else does. I think in s4 she was really just confused about why her boyfriend was refusing to say the word 'love' under any circumstance to her? Especially after she heard him say it once already and then she said it back to his face in response so its like, he said he loves me before and I let him know I feel the same and now he won't say it again? Not even as a way to end letters—a normal thing people do for someone who means much less to them than she supposedly does to him sooooooooooo like what's the fucking deal? The contents of the letters sure implies he holds a lot of affection for her and he brings her flowers in her favorite colors and ok we're in love and then he signs 'from' on the card and its like ????? like even as the audience you're supposed to be confused lol like he clearly has some kind of hang up I wonder what it is? Then after El smashes a girl's face in she thinks "oh yeah, the hang up is that he actually hates me because I'm evil haha lemme just start projecting real quick" and then, you know, s4 happens. I mean, it's not like she doesn't value words at all, I just don't think her relationship to them is particularly tied to her trauma like people say, or if anything, maybe she values them less because that's all Brenner would ever give her? Like, perhaps the big Love Confession hits the hardest because it came after Mike and company spent a week or whatever driving across the entire western united states to save her from the government. Idk, something to chew on.

Honestly, if anyone's love language is words its Mike lmao he's the one whos constantly telling El how amazing she is. He's also desperately trying to tell her he loves her in like 5 scenes (arguably succeeding except for not saying the actual word in most of them) before he actually does like, he wants to so bad it almost comes spilling out of his mouth against his will (except for that one time it does ha) he's just terrified of doing so because it would essentially be ripping his entire beating heart out of his chest and handing it to this powerful-in-every-way girl on a silver platter for her to do whatever she wants with—like crushing it into a fine paste in front of his eyes, killing him instantly and preventing him from having the strength to love anything ever again. Like, the other half of the love language thing is that you also speak the love language, meaning you are more likely to show affection by doing the thing you want for other people, and Mike does this waaaaay more than El does for anyone actually (something I would love to see her do more in s5 lowkey. Like, she was at a severe disadvantage before and was too busy dealing with her own shit to have a ton of emotional energy for anyone else so it makes sense, but we're matured now. I think now is the time for a heart-to-heart that goes both ways u kno).

If I wanted to be cute, I could argue that both Mike and El's main love language is actually acts of service. They're both little heroes who jump at the chance to do anything for the people they love with no regard for their own personal wellbeing. Also, adorably, the thing that gets them back together in s3 is Mike saving El from Billy, which El responds to by helping him and Lucas with the vending machine. One offering of m&ms later and we're back baybee it's the quiet understanding that no matter what they'll always be there for each other for meeee

If I'm not being cute I'm saying the idea that everyone has a main 'love language' is bullshit and you're gonna appreciate different things at different times and people are not that easily categorized but it's still a good jumping off point for discussion so—

Anyway El saves the world and Mike saves her and they're dying in each other's arms thank you for your time <3

[thewolvesof1998]

Created by @mostlyinthemorning

Day 12 pt. 1

Okay, so I thought I would do something special for the last day, here is a list of all of my favourite fics from all of my mutuals (I've read like 95% of these and others are highly anticipated!) I'm going to have to do this in two parts!

Lets Go to Bed by Wildgirl93 @wildlife4life  

Eddie just wanted to cuddle with his boyfriend and take a nap. Chimney just wanted a quiet place to sleep and steal Buck's bed just for a short time to do so. And Buck was just finishing his shower.

to you i'm just a man (to me you're all i am) by Underhung_Aura @eddiebabygirldiaz

Buck is fucking tired of living with his parents. He’s nearly thirty years old for Christ’s sake, and he is sick to death of being at their beck and call, of having to bend to their every whim, of being constantly scrutinized while also being constantly ignored. For his entire life he has been buried beneath their thumbs, his weak, aching, fragile body pushed further and further into the ground until dry soil and broken twigs flood his mouth, left to rot with the mark of their fingerprints burned so deeply into him that there’s no way of removing them. OR Buck is the son of the president of the United States and is finally moving out of the White House. His new home comes with new neighbors, Eddie and Christopher Diaz, who quickly become the center of Buck's world. But despite being out from under his parent's thumb, Buck's life is messy and complicated and ruled by the fact that he is the First Son which means he is always under the watchful eyes of his bodyguards. None of that stops him from pursuing a life with the Diaz boys, but there are many complications, some of which he isn't even aware of. Yet.

Your heart or mine? Yours every time by Spotsandsocks @spotsandsocks

Buck and Eddie get trapped in an elevator, which would be fine except Buck’s skipped a few meals recently and he’s a little hungry. He’s also not exactly told his best friend everything about himself so the secret he’s been keeping is about to be revealed at the worst possible time in the worst possible way. Buck can handle it though and if it comes to it he knows what he has to do to keep Eddie safe. Eddie however has his own thoughts on the subject and sometimes secrets aren’t as secret as you think. A soft concerned voice and a hand on his arm jerks him back to here and now, “Hey you ok? You’re breathing funny.” It’s the touch that does it, it’s both too much and nowhere near enough. Eddie looking at him like that, touching him gently, it’s too close to what he wants, and he wants a lot. He wants far too much from this man and he can’t have any of it. Unable to stop himself Buck jerks away, the movement far too fast and abrupt not to cause more concern in his friend. “Buck” Eddie’s hands are held up in a gesture designed to soothe and comfort, all it does is show Buck his pulse point.

we are a fresh page on the desk (filling in the blanks as we go) by heartbeatdiaz @loserdiaz

"Interesting read?" Buck asks and when Eddie shoots him a confused look, he nods towards the book in his lap. "Leave The Light On?" "Oh! Yeah, it's one of my favorite books." Eddie smiles, shy and charming. "I've read the series like, a thousand times." "Really? Huh?" Buck feels his heart thump erratically inside of him. Holy shit, holy shit. Eddie Diaz read his books.  Honestly, how is Buck supposed to act normal after such revelation? "I'm actually flying to an audition right now. Hopefully to be part of the movie for the book." Eddie says and then frowns. "Oh shit, I don't know if I should've told you that." "It's okay." He leans forward and grins, squinting one of his eyes and shrugging. "Your secret's safe with me.' or; Buck's a best seller author under a pen name, Eddie is an actor auditioning for the movie adaptation of his books, and somewhere along the way, they fall in love.

Castles Crumbling Downby jesuisici33 @jesuisici33

Eddie sits down on the bench, laying his head back against the cold stone wall. With his eyes closed and arms crossed, he hopes it fools the guards into thinking Eddie is more calm than he really is. That they can’t tell how much his heart is pounding or how his skin itches to start punching things. Again. Just like how they found him when his hood fell off and people let out cries that the Princess Assassin is here amongst them. OR: i had a tumblr prompt in my ask box and when i watched nimona things finally clicked.

you been looking for love (let me show you how it's done) by wikiangela @wikiangela 

“Are you-” he frowns, the confusion somehow winning with the urge to just lean in and kiss him so thoroughly he’ll forget about any other kiss he might’ve shared with any dates. “Are you doing all this on purpose?” “Doing what?” Eddie tilts his head, licks his lips, and – Buck’s almost a hundred percent sure – drops his gaze to Buck’s lips for a second. “Eddie.” Buck takes a deep breath, and wants so badly to kiss the smirk off of Eddie’s face. “Please.” “What for?” “You’re driving me insane.” he whispers, nails digging into his palms to prevent himself from reaching out. But Eddie’s thigh is pressed against his, and somehow his hand is on Buck’s knee now, and Eddie’s looking at him in such a way, that it makes Buck hot all over – or, hotter, his palms are sweating, actually. “And I feel like you are doing it on purpose.” or, Eddie is a tease, Buck is horny and jealous of Eddie dating, and a regular evening takes an unexpected turn.

so you've got the looks but have you got the touch? by BekkaChaos @bekkachaos

The 118 team spend a night out to celebrate Maddie and Chim’s engagement and wind up at Karaoke. They take turns singing and Buck thinks Eddie is so predictable and tells him so, only for him to throw a complete Louisville curveball and surprise him. But that doesn’t impress Buck. Not much.

Don’t spoil him because you feeling guilty (just love him how you really mean it) by disasterbuckdiaz @disasterbuckdiaz

“First of all, if I remember right, two months ago you were too old to have plushies,” Eddie points, looking at his son. He even portrays how Chris said it to him, which causes Chris to roll his eyes in response. “Don't roll your eyes, Christopher Diaz. Secondly, we agreed that since I'm buying you the fancy console you dreamed of, you don't ask for anything else for a whole month, do you?” Christopher sighs but nods in agreement. Eddie can't help but smile at how cute his son looks and raises his head to share this moment with Buck, who is not standing next to them. Eddie almost starts to panic when he sees Buck at the checkout. He returns a minute later and hands the penguin to Chris, who lights up brighter than the sun. or, 5 times Eddie tries to understand why Buck spoils Chris more than ever after his coma, and 1 time Buck tells him why

come close, let me be home by Daffi_990_ao3 @daffi-990

“Looking good out there, Buckley” Eddie says as he hands him a beer. Buck accepts the bottle and takes a seat beside him, popping the cap off to take a drink. “Any chance we’ll see you bust some moves on the dance floor, Diaz?” “Maybe, if I have the right partner”. Eddie’s looking right and him and Buck can feel a blush creeping its way across his cheeks. It’s shit like this that has him thinking maybe this thing between them isn’t just one sided. Buck takes another pull of beer, keeping eye contact with Eddie and watching how the other man tracks the bob of his adams apple as he swallows. “The night is still young and full of possibilities.” Buck replies, and he swears he sees Eddie’s eyes sparkle OR Buck and Eddie slow dance at Maddie and Chim’s wedding

merle said mama tried, but the prison still won by oklahoma @malewifediaz

“You’ve made bail, Diaz.” Eddie stands, wipes his sweaty hands off on his jeans, and clears his throat. “This isn’t even a real jail, Dwight,” he says, stepping through the makeshift cell door held open for him, and looks over at his rescuer. “Hi, Buck.” - Eddie goes to (mall) jail.

The Bridge by escapethroughreading @chaoticgremlinwholikescheese

"Dad? I think Buck isn't okay." "Why would you say that, mijo?" "I use 'find my friends' to keep an eye on him sometimes. Since he doesn't come over anymore. You know the bridge we drive over to get to school? Buck's been there for two hours. The weather's really bad. He shouldn't be out there."

i like the summer rain (i like the sounds you make) by fleetinghearts @shitouttabuck 

Death comes for Eddie in the form of a small fluffy bunny. Several small fluffy bunnies, actually. He’s not being hyperbolic, okay? This is how he goes. Hen and Chim can take their Drama Queen Diaz eye rolls and shove it. He’s having a perfectly reasonable reaction to the sight before him. And if the classic bright white light everyone talks about is more accurately a kind of warm glow dotted with sparkles and floating cartoon hearts in his current experience? Well, that’s between him and his God. or, it's truly tragic that eddie diaz isn't kissing buck buckley, especially when everything he does makes him so damn kissable The one with all the nicknames by buddiefication (pumpkincreamcoldbrew) @911onabc Eddie has never been overly fond of pet names. He uses them on Buck a lot, though. OR: 5 times Eddie calls Buck a platonic nickname + 1 time he doesn’t.

Feels Like Magic by 42hrb @exhuastedpigeon

“You used too much magic again,” Buck’s voice was quiet as he spoke, but he knew Eddie heard him. “You’re alive,” Eddie’s eyes were closed, but Buck knew the look Eddie would be giving him if they had been open. It was the same look Eddie had given him when he had said ‘because, Evan, you think you’re expendable but you’re not’. It was a look that made Buck feel truly and completely seen in a way he never had before. “There’s no such thing as too much if it saves you.” “Go to sleep,” Buck said, because if he left himself say anything else he’d be telling Eddie he loved him and he didn’t think in the bunk room at two in the morning after an exhausting call was the right moment, but then again, Buck was pretty sure he’d be taking that secret to his grave. -- An urban fantasy AU where most things are the same, except there's magic and supernatural creatures!

now go stand in the corner and think about what you did by eddiediaztho @spagheddiediaz

Buck was the most forgiving person Eddie knew. In fact, Eddie was pretty sure that Buck was the most forgiving person that anyone knew. He had forgiven Maddie for leaving him when he needed her the most. He had forgiven his parents for their years and years of emotional neglect (amongst other things.) Hell, he had even forgiven that psychopath that blew up the fire truck that almost cost him his career and his life. Which is why Eddie was beside himself that he was going on hour twelve of the cold shoulder from his best friend.

you can see it with the lights out by yourcatfishfriend @your-catfish-friend 

Eddie has Halloween plans: stay home and mope because Chris is trick-or-treating with his friends instead of his dad. Buck interrupts to introduce Eddie to the joys of Adult Halloween, and Eddie realizes a few things.

i could get used to having you around by HungryHungryHippo @hippolotamus

Even so, there’s a certain intimacy in knowing Buck is comfortable there, cooking a meal with Eddie’s kid and saying - in different words - come home to us. The thought tugs at his heart, and within seconds, Eddie tosses his phone aside before throwing his truck in reverse. He thinks he might hear music when he approaches the front door. Inside, it’s difficult to decide what he notices first. Queen’s Don’t Stop Me Now playing through the Bluetooth speaker, the aromatic blend of spices emanating from the kitchen, or the way his heart skips a beat when he sees Buck standing next to Christopher, laughing and stirring something on the stovetop. “What a homecoming,” Eddie praises. He’s 87% certain there’s a dopey, lovesick grin on his face. Chris and Buck both stop what they’re doing to turn and look. Buck smiles warmly, like someone much more important than Eddie’s just arrived.

Too busy being yours to fall for someone new by LadyDorian05 @ladydorian05 

Natalia helps Buck pick a couch for his apartment, but when the wrong one gets delivered he starts to think maybe it's some kind of cosmic sign from the universe. Determined to not let his best friend mope to death, Eddie decides it's time that he helps Buck find a couch so that he can stop associating a piece of furniture with the success or failure of his romantic relationships. And he does, Buck finds the one.

Flickers of Fate by steadfastsaturnsrings @steadfastsaturnsrings

"Did-Did the man who helped me pull out the dead solider survive?" Eddie mumbled, "He-He....said he was right behind me but then disappeared...Is he okay?" "There was no other man, Diaz, You were the last one out of the helicopter. You pulled out that solider all by yourself" The official standing over him responded, looking at Eddie curiously. Eddie opened his eyes again, trying to sit up. "Easy, Easy Diaz" The official soothed, putting his hand on Eddie's chest so he would lay back down

Paradise Blue by king_buckley @king-buckley

When Evan Buckley ran away from his problems to a resort in Italy, he never thought that the enigmatic bartender would have quite the impact on his life that he did. alt title - i went to italy and fell in love with the bartender and had to make a bartender!eddie au

tagging: @hippolotamus @exhuastedpigeon @steadfastsaturnsrings @monsterrae1 @pirrusstuff @spotsandsocks @buddierights @jamespearce9-1-1

[enstarrievalkyrie]

Hihi!! If you're taking requests right now, I was wondering if i could req Valkyrie with a gender neutral reader that's like Mafuyu Asahina from project sekai? Thank you!! ૮₍˃̵֊ ˂̵ ₎ა ( Feel free to ignore or delete if you're uncomfortable with this )

( I love your works sm hshshshs )

Note: I'm having a big exam next week🥲 but I'm also going to a holiday soon so I'm pretty excited😊 Hope you enjoy❤️. I don't play project sekai so if this is not accurate,im sorry😅😅

You didn't exactly choose to be an idol, it just came about ever since your parents brought you to yumenosakin. You didn't really had a choice not like there is any either ways, but that led you to Valkyrie and the meeting of Shu and Mika. The day you arrive to school, not many people tried to talk to you so you solely focused on your studies and idol/ producer work.

Soon, you caught the eye of the infamous leader of Valkyrie. It was pretty awkward when you guys first met but after seeing your skills he recruited you in Valkyrie. Since you weren't in any of the units you decided to accept his request and that's when you met Mika.

Mika upon seeing his new unitmate became more protective of his oshi san he just didn't want his oshi san to suffer anymore ever since Nito. With that, he would take some time to open up to you and once he did, he too became quite protective of you. He just sees Valkyrie as his family and would do anything to keep his family safe.

The more they spent time with you the more they realized how unopinioniated and apathic you can be. You just kinda accept anything that's given to you.

" Y/N chan what do yer think about dis lacing? Do yer think oshi san's gonna approve of this?"Mika said with a hint of worry

"It looks good so maybe," you replied with a monotone voice.

"Negh.... Y/N chan are you ok? Did you suddenly got turn into a robot? Nugh! ��It's ok don' panic I'll help yer!!"Suddenly his lace work didn't matter. You just smiled at him hoping to calm him down.

Due to your lack of opinions, Shu tends to find himself trying to control you and mika like how he did in the past. After realizing his actions, he would remind himself not to be soo harsh on the both of you. He's still trying to recover from his old mindset so don't blame him too much❤️❤️.

Shu will surely take notice of your lack emotions after spending more time with you. He kinda scolds you for it but in reality he actually cares about you and want to help you get better. "Seriously!! Are you a robot?! Why can't you see the wonders of art?".

You would start seeing the beauty of art probably because of the many years you've spent with your fellow beloved unitmates. This would be after your graduated yumenosaki and work in Es along with Mika.

Since Shu is abroad you guys don't get to see him often but y'all would usually do a group call with Shu talking about his life in Paris and Mika being all excited.

"It's nothing special here except for the multiple museum dedicated to art, however I still can't help but feel...apologetic for leaving the both of your there in Japan."

"Ner, yer don't have to worry about dat oshi san!!😄 Y/N and i are doing fine!!"Mika grinned happily. He waited soo long to have a video call with both you and Shu.😌

" That's right Shu, without any of you I would still be living a life full of darkness. I still yet to thank the both of you for shining your light unto my life." You said smiling. You knew, you knew how hard they tried to make you feel better, to make you feel like human.

Seeing their efforts made you feel happy, an emotion you were first confused about but soon start to get used to it😊. You wish to stay like this a little longer, feeling their happiness seep into you, feeling no need to hide yourself anymore.

[differenteagletragedy]

Could we have a part 2 for the emotionally negligent and abusive parents? Sort of AU. But specifically in step 3, the MC opening up to Baxter for the first time while baking cupcakes or maybe after the cafe incident? :D (sleepy Baxter is adorable, I love him AAAA)

Oh no ouch :(

-- Ok, let's do after the cafe incident. You'd told him that you could spend time together that day, but it would have to be early because you had plans with your family, and he didn't want to push it to another day because he was so excited to see you, so he made the morning date.

-- But this time around you're dreading the family time, not excited about it. But Baxter doesn't know the situation yet, or if he does he just knows very vague info.

-- So Sleepy Baxter attacks, all that happens. It IS adorable. You were happy to get to spend some time with him ahead of the sure-to-be horrendous rest of the day, but seeing him all sleepy and confused and precious was an extra little treat. You make it to the cafe, he's all focused on his own self-loathing for not being a morning person (Baxter please allow yourself to be a human being).

-- He forgets his wallet, gets upset about it, you cover him, he's in a bad mood, all normal.

-- Then you get back to the neighborhood, he parks in his usual spot and you both get out. The bad part of the day is about to start, the part that was supposed to be good WAS good but took a turn, so maybe you're a little anxious, however that presents itself.

-- As much as Baxter is hardwired at this point to criticize himself and lean into all that, he notices that you're acting off. He apologizes again for everything, but you can't stand him thinking so little of himself, and the idea that he'd think your current mood was because he overslept and made you pay a couple of bucks for a coffee for him was just not gonna fly.

-- So you tell him, standing there in the street, what's going on. That spending the day with your family isn't going to be fun, that usually you and your parents just sort of avoid each other but being in close quarters with them, pretending to be a happy little unit despite what really goes on at home is going to be miserable. He is all ears, rapt attention. Totally forgets the wallet thing, because what's important is you.

-- He knows exactly how it feels, to have to pretend like that, how it feels when the people who are supposed to love and care for you the most simply don't. There's a little voice in his head, telling him not to get too close because he knows how he's going to leave. It's trying to tell him to make things light, to offer general sympathies, to be polite but at a distance.

-- But you're sad in the same way that he's been sad so many times, and he just can't. So instead he listens. He wouldn't want to take over the conversation by talking about his own similar problems, but he'd let you know he relates, and if you wanted to talk about that more then he would. He wouldn't bare his soul or anything, but he'd let you in on this, because there are little moments throughout the summer where he'll give in to what he really wants, which is to be close to you, and not at a safe distance. This is one of those moments.

-- He might try to get you out of it. If you were down for it, he'd help you make up an excuse, he'd even call your parents for you to weave whatever tale you came up with. But if you thought it would be better to just get it over with, then he understands. He'll ask you if you want to come over when you get back home.

-- When you're gone, he's a mess. You're already in an established relationship -- one that you both know is just for the summer, but still. He knows he's going to cut ties when he leaves, that's just the way it's going to go, there aren't any other options for that. So how close is too close now? Where's the line of being too supportive, too boyfriend-y? Should he pull back? Would that be worse? He knows you don't have anyone else who understands what this is like, so would it be better to have that kind of support while he's here, or would that just make it cruel when he ultimately pulls away?

-- By the time you do get home that night, Baxter is exhausted. He didn't sleep much the night before, and he'd been so in his head the entire time you were gone. He wanted to be the guy that does the right thing, but he doesn't think he's capable of it.

-- Still, when you walk over at the end of the day and knock on his door, he's ready to welcome you inside. You can talk more, and he'll listen. As much as he considered it, when you're right there in the moment, either visibly upset, trying to hold it together or just resigned to the situation, he can't do it, he can't put you at a distance.

-- Before you leave for the night, he'll let you know that his door is always open, all while that little voice is begging him to stop. But he won't -- his door is always open, whenever you need it..

[dnickels]

as someone from northern usa who’s considering moving i would love to hear more about the culture shock you experienced if you’d like to share

I have to begin with a few caveats, which is that I am making sweeping generalizations that will probably not hold true across race/class/gender lines, or in all situations, etc. but in my experience, as a lifelong Houstonian who spent significant time in places including Massachusetts and Pennsylvania, people in the Gulf Coast south are much more open to being friendly with strangers than people further north. Waving and making conversation with people you may not know but see often is the norm. A stranger on the bus or in line might comment on your haircut, tattoos, and start up a conversation. People might join you at a table at an outdoor coffeehouse for a little chit-chat. Generally if you can prove you are cool, open to low-stakes friendly small-talk, you can get pretty far even with people like cashiers or servers.

In comparison i found northern people to be pretty hostile across the board. Just not warm the same way. I realized that they never meant anything by it, but I'd be out on a walk and wave at my neighbors only to get stared at with disgusted confusion. I'd make a remark about the weather at checkout and be answered with a confrontational "OK?". Even my coworkers took a long time to warm up to me. I was pretty hurt and confused about why all my attempts to make polite conversation fell totally flat. I tried to tell a guy without an umbrella on the street that rain was in the forecast and he just straight up scoffed at me. A housemate in Massachusetts told me "When I met you I didn't know why you were being nice all the time, but now I know it's because you're nice." I'm not even that nice! I had another Mass housemate ask if I was angry at them because I was sitting out on the porch enjoying myself after work-- all these houses had porches and not a single person came out to sit on them. Like yes, there was a discharge of firearms across the street but that was an unusual circumstance (heavy drinking, frat boys). No one got hurt. The weather's nice, the vibes are good, why not sit outside and wave at people?

To this day I can't stand it when people want something from me but won't offer even a perfunctory "good morning" and just launch straight into their purpose. Say hello to me! If I get to work and people start immediately on work conversations I will stop them and make them go through a "Good morning, how are you?" exchange because god damn it, there has to be rules! Be courteous to me!!!

I also find that southern people are much more likely to couch their criticisms more gently or just not remark on something they think is ridiculous/stupid/ugly, whereas northern people will absolutely let you fucking know they hate whatever xyz thing you're doing/wearing. Funny example: I was part of an outdoor walking tour in Mass when two local guys came up and started openly gawking at the very idea of a historic walking tour. "What is this? Some kind of class?" One then looked at me and said "Well, don't have too much fun!" in a disgusted tone. It was hilarious.

Again, there are jerks in Houston (and plenty of bigots and racists) so I don't want to paint too rosy a picture, and the character of Htown specifically is change rapidly due to immigration from within the United States, but I found the rules were pretty similar in other southern states I've since worked in or passed through.

[owl-does-art]

All For The Game Reread Thoughts! (Part 2)

Back on my bullshit (i.e reading instead of revising) and here are my Reread Thoughts™ for The Raven King:

- "One day I want you to look up 'insensitivity' in the dictionary," Matt said, annoyed. "I'm sure it'll do your ego wonders to see your picture printed there beside it." I love Matt 😭

- "I'm not exactly a uniting force," Neil said. You say that now 👀

- I want it to be known that I have done Actual Genuine Lengthy research into the american university system because it confused me so much

- "Neil wanted to tell them death was no reason to hold back, but he found their humanity interesting. He just hoped they got over it before first serve on Friday night." NEILLLLL 😭😭😭 You can't just say that 💀

- Neil wearing jorts let's goooooooo

- NEIL CANONICALLY SPEAKS W A BRITISH ACCENT WHEN OVERSEAS

- NEIL'S ICONIC ROASTTTTT HOT DAMN IT GETS BETTER EVERY TIME OMG

- Istg Neil was genuinely tweaking seeing an Exy court being used for non-Exy activities

- Riko just described Kathy as a cougar lmao

- what the fuck is a pep rally

- "It didn't kill anyone important" you tell em Neil!!! The fact that he cares more abt his racquet than the fact that Aaron murdered someone is so on brand

- So you're telling me that when Neil sticks Andrew's hand under his shirt, that Wymack, Bee, Kevin and both lawyers are there too??

- Wymack immediately clocking andriel is so funny to me

- "Good," Neil said quietly. "So now you understand why Andrew killed your mother." DAMN NEIL DELIVERING HARD TRUTHS LIKE THAT OOOF

- The way Neil rejected that cheerleader Melissa was BRUTALLL

- "Neil didn't have the words, so he answered with his fist." AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH

- "Who is your King, Nathaniel?" Riko asked.

Neil spat in his face. FOREVER ICONICCCC

- Ok I'm pretty sure the Perfect Court tattoos are Arabic numerals rather than Roman bc Neil's tattoo is specified as a "4" and Nora uses Roman numerals when describing Class I and Class II Exy, but ngl I think roman numerals make more sense as it would be easier to turn II into a queen chess piece yk?

- "He was their family. They were his. They were worth every cut and bruise and scream." 😭😭😭 Neillll ilysm :(((

- "I'm fine" count: 9

He said it four times in chapter 12 alone 💀

[vivacissimx]

a murder of modern AUs: baelonviserra edition

as promised a while ago, I do have a list of modern AU prompts for BV! disclaimer that these are unlikely to ever be written (by me) but I do think about them, write miniature snippets, and so on. most of the time when I translate asoiaf relationships into a modern setting I get rid of any pesky incest because I do not think it's remotely the same in this Day And Age and in fact there are other variables which better recreate the tension of medieval incest. generally the tension/friction between two people is more interesting to me than the actual incest (which in the least harsh way possible—because many asoiaf writers do tackle this—in My opinion, is like completely unsolvable a dilemma for any modern au I could write. I do definitely use it thematically though. putting this tangent aside because others may feel otherwise on that point). would love to hear people's ideas, obviously!

under the cut because there are, frankly, A LOT:

-not really a 'baelonviserra' story but in the background of any mod au for rhaenyra (and specifically I am thinking of this gossip girl-inspired book!laenyra Thingie, story for another day) there is an unspoken enmeshment between viserra and baelon reflected in daemon/viserys's relationship to their one aunt who hung around them and who rhaenyra thinks of as her grandmother. viserra is like a catherine deneuve type in personality yknow mysterious glamorous elusive but before all that she was Gymnast who suffered a career-ending injury

-onesided baelonviserra Context In Any Viserra Story Ever: viserra using baelon as a measuring stick for every person she entertains, basically. they feel like it's impossible to measure up but viv is all [dramatic flourish] look at the material! the problem is YOU not my toxicity!

-disjointed tales of viserra's youthful attempts to get baelon to pay attention to her. I talked about this on xwitter the other day but imagine that viserra (14) wants baelon to see her as grown so when he sends her into the convenience store, she buys him a pack of cigarettes. he says ok thanks. do you see? these types of interactions where he's not completely unaware of her vying for his time or even her attraction to him, he just thinks it's a harmless thing and she's a lonely confused pretty girl figuring out how to Handle men using her much older brother as practice, because he is, conveniently, a man himself! (and in the bg of this is viserra feels neglected by her parents, baelon is almost too attentive to his sons with alyssa gone, viserra having transferred her desire for a loving caring family onto baelon has crossed wires between wanting to fill the space of wife or daughter. really she just wants to matter in her family)

-OK so getting into the Real Stuff: widower baelon, hasn't 'dated' since alyssa passed away, this modelactress whatever has been Gunning for him lately though and he's kinda... been entertaining her? they talk. he doesn't understand it himself. in this AU aemon and jocelyn have adopted him into their Unit so on a trip once he's telling them about viserra, jocelyn is jokingly insecure about it to which baelon is all what! joce you're beautiful! anyway they have a boat moment where aemon and jocelyn tell him to invite her, let's see what this is all about. viserra comes and is very fun and seductive about it, she plays it quite well. they start sleeping together and viserra meets rhaenys (who is an upcoming 21 year old child bride). she's invited to the wedding, rhaenys just adores her, but viserra & baelon 'break up' in the meanwhile. they fuck again at the wedding and now Baelon is the one trying to get serious. they go around town and what not together but they have a very 'private' relationship generally. if you have seen my other asks on this topic: this is the AU where viserra helps guide daemon thru his teenage arrest/his and mysaria's trashyfab public relationship. I wrote 1/8th of a snippet years ago, here's the relevant baelonviserra bits:

-you knew this was coming EMPLOYEE! VISERRA x CORPORATE! BAELON :) some hotshot executive viv + equally hotshot old money baelon. he's all haha oh her? Viserra? my workwife! just a little joke of course. it's all very appropriate and above board, i'm only mentoring her, what's an above-the-suit massage between Two People Who Like to Flirt, only words, bit of release, lord knows i've been stressed lately [meanwhile viserra is locked In]

-this is an AU where baelonviserra are together already but viserys&aemma have a teenage pregnancy neither of them are ready for so baelonviserra raise rhaenyra for the first few years until those two are ready

-I DO have a long-winded thing that involves desmond manderly but I don't wanna get into all that because while he's forgivable as a character in love doesn't live here, I use him like an OC outside of that and it's quite embarrassing 😅 all you need to know is viserra and baelon are both single parents in this here story

-I have not one but TWO messy baeserra + baelyssa brainrots:

-baelyssa DIVORCE AU! this is a no incest AU so only aemon & baelon are siblings. sitch being after losing a baby alyssa and baelon wind up divorced, it's complicated because they still love each other, things just Happened and alyssa actually is the one who pushed it through because she was emotionally drowning and couldn't open back up to baelon or even stand to be looked at by him. while perhaps knowing it wasn't The Solution she nonetheless needed distance from baelon STAT! he kinda fell into this relationship with viserra who is an up and coming Someone because a) he needs comfort too and b) he thinks it's what alyssa wants from him, that the idea of him as a romantic/sexual person is Oppressive to her rn so if he makes that side of him inert, to her, he can keep some access to her outside of that. so then it becomes this dynamic where yes She pushed him away and He still loves her, would take her back in a heartbeat and doesn't give a damn about his pride, but as a result of these happenings he is also a bit in love with someone else. and he has moments of real connection with viserra that muddy his 'big picture wife and I will get back together' planning. on alyssa's end she has several emotions: genuine relief at being able to take the time she needs and having space/fondness for baelon re-blooming now that he's not on her back all the time/empty space where she Misses him/jealousy that she feels guilty for having/the moment where she realizes it's no longer her and baelon the Life Partners Who Can Laugh About Everything Eventually. he just isn't responsive to her ribbing him about viserra. for the first time he has a relationship which isn't her Business, Oh.

-baelyssa INCEST AU (🤯) so baelyssa siblings but viserra not, she's like a ballerina or whatever the hell, point is only relevant because she meets supposed bachelor baelon thru an endowment/organization run by alysanne. they start up together she thinks he's just really close with his sister who's a single mother to daemon and viserys. eventually it gets serious and viserrabaelon are engaged, or maybe even they've just gotten married... when she finds out it's not Platonic and baelon is the father of those kids! at first she's freaked out and sickened but eventually viserra does go with him on their honeymoon. it surprises her a lot when baelon touches her, tries to seduce, yes they've been sexual but she thought she was basically a beard...? but no baelon does expect to have like intimate conversations and relations with his Wife. he simply Also has alyssa. they've always had each other, what's the problem?

probably there's more. I have a problem as you can see. doctors can't fix me sadly

[writingquestionsanswered]

I hope this ask isn't weird.

I'm currently writing a story where the main character is the school-like there's lots of characters and subplots in that story. So my question is, is it OK to write a story in this format? With multiple main/secondary characters with their plots as long isn't confusing to the reader?

Multiple MCs, Individual Plots, United by Setting

This type of story--with multiple narratives playing out at once--is called "multilinear narrative."

Multilinear narratives work best when the stories revolve around a central theme, the plots intersect at relevant points, and some storylines are interwoven. Ideally, the story needs to end in a way that ties everything together. This can be done by showing different resolutions to the same or similar conflicts, illustrating the different outcomes of the same or similar thematic statement, or by having all of the plots merge into one at the end.

In your situation, the school (setting) is one unifying factor, however you would still need to find a unifying theme, relevant ways for the plots to intersect at interesting points, and ways for some of the storylines to interweave. The reader needs to see and understand how everything is connected beyond just the setting. Otherwise you're just throwing several unrelated stories at them at once, and that does get confusing to the reader. :)

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