#the book's also not even that expensive so if you're mostly looking to play with hypnosis and not aiming to do therapeutic work

[mousy-muses13]

Chapter 3

Viola

I shower and unpack before I head out to the living room. I wonder what they are making for dinner. When I get closer I can hear laughing and a show playing on the T.V. I stand I they hallway looking in. Just watching and observing them. It reminds me of when I was deployed when I was younger and was in active duty. “ Oh, hen don’t just stand there come join us.” Ahhh the Scotsman speaks first. I walk over and sit on the lone chair in the corner. “ Ye know after three years you’re still quiet when you move almost like Ghost. Your scent gives you away.” I quickly move my hands up to the scent glads on my neck to cover them.

“ I can put my patches back on if it’s too strong. I don’t mean to offend anyone.” I say with nervousness in my voice. Kyle steps forward and grabs my hands away and places them in my lap. I just looked at him. I study his face up close and see how beautiful his eyes are and how the corner of his eyes crinkle as he smilies. My omega is jumping with joy at the fact that this god is touching us. Goodness how long has it been since I’ve been touched by a man.

“ There is no need for that. You smell delectable luv. Has anyone ever taught you how to control your scent? If not we could help you. Those patches must hurt to take off everyday.”  He just called me luv. He also has that smile to die for. Oh lord I’m going to die.

“ I actually wasn’t taught much about being an omega. In American you know the basics about Alpha and Omega anatomy but only get a proper education once you present. Even in basic training in the army we were separated by designation. It didn’t make any sense since when you get shipped out for deployment everyone is usually stuck in whatever tent has a free cot.” The U.S. system was always so hard to figure out. At one point I just stopped trying to puzzle it together.

“Dinner is almost done lads and lady. Soap can you go get Ghost out here to eat. After dinner we can all talk and get to know our new pack member.” John is really making it seem like I’m not going anywhere. I figured I would be more like a pest to them. Johnny leaves to get Simon and I follow Kyle into the small dining area in the kitchen. I sit down at the chair that Kyle pulls out for me. A plate is set in front of me as the two others join us at the table. I finally take a closer look at the food served to me. There is a small salad, mashed potatoes, and a chicken breast. It’s so balanced, I’m just happy its not fish or pasta consider that’s all I’ve really had the last three years. I say a small prayer and dig in. I take a bit of the chicken breast first and it taste so good and not dried out. There is hints of rosemary and garlic. I moan at the taste and look up to see eight eyes on me. I blush once I realize they heard my moan unless they were all looking at me this whole time.

“ Do I have something on my face?” I ask to break up the tension. Now I’m getting nervous. Did I forgot my table manners? I know I’ve lived alone for the last three years but I didn’t think I became a slob in that time. 

“No. Your face is fine it’s just that you're smiling over chicken.” John eases my worries.

“ For the last three years I’ve basically lived off the land and only went into the town once a week for proteins. I didn’t have much of an allowance so I mostly bought seafood like fish and shrimp since the market close to me was in a fishing town. Poultry and beef was expensive I rather spend money on wine or books for entertainment.” I shrug and continue to eat. We eat the rest of the meal in silence.

After I helped clean up dinner we all head to the living room I take the same seat I was in before. Kyle and Johnny take the two sitter couch while Simon and John sit on the bigger couch. “ So your last name is Scottish. Do you have any family in Scotland?” Kyle hits Johnny upside the head at his stupid question. I let out a giggle.

“ I’m more of Italian decent than of Scottish actually. My grandfather immigrated to America from Sicily in the 60’s. Sending me to Italy was Kate’s idea since I would be able to adjust to the culture a lot better and I already know the language.” The look on his poor face. It is so cute.

“ Who is Marina? I notice your tattoo on your right arm earlier.” Kyle is taking about the memorial tattoo I have on my upper right arm. It’s of her name and with a rose and her birth year and death year in a ribbon.

“ She would be my older sister who passed away. I was a few months shy of my 21st birthday. I was in Iraq when the news came in. I had to wait 12hrs until transport could come get me and they could replace me in the snipers nest.” Those were the worst 12 hrs of my life. Then the flight back was horrible. “ Now I just have my little sister. She became the reason I always came back after that. When my leave was up and I was to return back to duty. My assignment got change from Iraq to Quantico. Kate was waiting for me and asked if I wanted to hunt and take down human trafficking rings all around the world. She said Shepard was wasting my talents sitting in a sniper nest or doing recon jobs. Especially after I got my metal of honor and my sergeant title at such a young age.” Looking their reactions is very interesting. Simon is neutral, Kyle looks like he is hanging on to every word, Johnny looked sad for me when I said my sister passed, John almost looked proud when I said I got my rank and metal so young.

“ I’m just going to cut to the question we all want to ask but don’t want to offend you. What happen when you presented as an omega?” I finally get to hear mister stand offish voice without the radio static behind it. Leave it to him to get straight to the point.

Since he wants to ask I’ll look him right in the eyes when I answers since that is the only place I can look since he is wearing his signature mask.” I was in my townhome in Virginia. I had just lead my team in a takedown of a child porn and trafficking ring. We had two days off before we had to report back to headquarters for our next assignment. The first day I felt fine the second day I was burning up and lights were to bright. I could barely move out of my bed. When I didn’t show up Kate got worried and came looking for me. I just remember a really nice EMT person dropping me in cool water to bring my temp down and giving me some sort of shot. When I woke up eventually Kate was there and told me what had happen. The doctors don’t know why I presented so late I was already 24. She also told me that now that I’m awake it will be time to get ready because I’m getting relocated. The story would be that I went under cover and missed some check ins and that contact was lost. Soon I was in Italy.”

“Why would she need to hide you? Couldn’t you just go with a pack from the U.S.?” Now John is asking the question at least he doesn’t sound like an ass when he does.

“ One, I have an almost eidetic memory. Two, an U.S. pack would most likely mean I would be assigned to one by Shepard and he is holding a grunge for a couple of reasons. Third my team and I have dismantled plenty of rings but they are like hydras. You cut off their head and three more grow in its place. Since I worked at relocating so many omegas, children, and women it would be to easy to find me and try to get that info from me just wait until I’m in the worse of my heat and she might let it all out. Names, new identities, safe houses, or even worse is if Cress gets word of me being an omega.” This was probably not in whatever file Kate gave them by the look of the three faces I can see. “ I can deduct from your reactions my file doesn’t mention anything about Cress. He is one of the only people I couldn’t catch.”

“Luv we know of Cress but as a terrorist not as a trafficker. He must have his hand in anything that screams scum. He has escaped us for years also.” Kyles voice pulls my attention to him. Maybe this is why Kate wanted me with them. With their knowledge of his movement on the terrorist side and mine on trafficking maybe we can actually bring him down. They must be thinking the same thing as me with the expressions on their faces. I let out a slight yawn. My lack of sleep and travel must be finally catching up with me. I stand and stretch, “ I think I’m going to hit the hay early I’ve kinda been up for 30 plus hours. I’ll see you all I the morning.” I turn to leave when Prices’ voice speaks up.

“Oh before I forget. The on base omega specialist will be stopping by to check on you tomorrow. It should be in the afternoon so don’t worry about needing to wake up early. Get as much rest as you need.” Oh shit I hate doctors. I haven’t been seen my one in so long. The last time I saw one it was right before I went into hiding and all I got was a pamphlet on omega basics. Well that’s tomorrows worry my bed is calling.

Price

“ We know at least know one reason Kate left her with us. Fucking Cress. I also don’t think she knows much on being an omega. Hopefully the doc can help her.” I look at my men and I wonder what they are thinking.( the next part will mark who is talking by their initials)

SR: I think it’s a headache waiting to happen.

KG: Don’t say that Ghost. I think she’ll fit right in.

JM: I know exactly where she’ll fit. OUCH!!! Why ja hit me for.

KG: Because you’re being an idiot.

JP: Let her warm up to us. She is a sweet girl who has had a bad draw of cards. I wanted her for this team seven years ago because of her skills and we can still use those skills. 

SR: I just want know what else was left out of her file. Cress wasn’t in there nor was her memory. Plus Shepard holds a grudge against her that is another situation we need to stay out of.

JM: Shepard is an ol’ bastard who probably hates everyone. Just think of it as something we can all bond over. Kyle that was a nice save early with her scent. I can still smell her like she is still here. Reminds me of summer.

KG: I’m kinda mad that Kate kept her hidden for so long. That poor girl and her omega. 

JP: All right men lets just be patient with her give her time to adjust. Three years is along time to be alone. I’ll stay here for her appointment tomorrow. Oh and Soap for your comment you have dishes.

I stand and walk over to my office. I pass by her room and I get hit with the smell of ripe peaches and heavy cream. This must be what she smells like when she is aroused. Being around this many alphas must have her omega bugging the shit out of her. “ Stupid omega shut up. I know they are hot but we can’t just jump them.” Her talking to her omega causes me to smirk a little. I know Johnny would jump at the opportunity to get into bed with her. Also, who am I to deny my own desires. I wouldn’t say no to her crawling into my bed.

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[strangebiology]

Science Journalism / Writing / Communication Master's Programs 2025 Guide

I did an MS in Science Journalism, and I did a lot of research into them, so here is an updated basic guide. If you're interested, check them out and put their application dates on your calendar. Apply to multiple so you can play their scholarships against each other. That's very important--it could mean the difference between a lifetime of intense financial pressure under building compound interest, and being wealthy enough to own a house! Just for a few emails of negotiations!

Green=FREE! Free ≠ easy or standardless! In fact, free programs can be even harder to get into!

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Science Communication Master's Location: UCSC in California Price: $15k for CA residents, $30k for out-of-state. Might be worth living in CA for a year or establishing residence some other way for the discount. (More details) Length: 3 quarters (similar to 2 semesters, roughly a school year)

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[ollie-lolly]

Hiya, Ollie! Hope you're doing good whenever ya read this. And if you're not, I have a fluffy request for you:

For the Brothers and dateables, where would they take someone for their first date, what would they do, and how would the day/night end?

Sending you hugs and cuddles, friend! Have a great day/night! ♡

Authors note: Hi I know you’ve requested this in September and I haven’t been writing in FOREVER, but I’m so happy I am finally feeling up for it again! Enjoy!! I’ll just start with the brothers first, if people still think I write decently after all these months I’ll write the letter rest! Also 700+ followers WOW I love y’all.

Lucifer💙

He likes his everything dates very organised. He plans everything out to a tea, he knows he will win you over, but it takes time if he wants you to love him exactly in the way he already fell for you. I think he would take you to a museum, then to a restaurant he somehow knew you wanted to try the food from. Making a reservation to guarantee the best table. He will subtly compliment you throughout the whole day. As a subtle way to tell you he is having a great time. At the end he will walk you to your room and bid you goodnight. His lips touching your knuckles as he kissed your hand. He is the eldest brother, but that doesn’t hold him back from thinking about you all night after the date ended. 

Mammon💛

He will NEVER admit he was nervous even asking you out, but you knew. He likes to be flexible on his dates. Really going with the flow while subtly showing off how much he likes you. I’m mostly thinking of him taking you out to go shopping together, while he secretly takes pictures for the things you find ‘to expensive’ so he could buy you them later when he will make sure his debt declines. Then if you’re that kinda person going dancing together! Either way I think you two will both end up a little tipsy at the end, Mammon accidentally giving you a kiss on the cheek as he drops you off. Remembering when he finally fully sobered up in the dead of night. He would text you about it the next morning, preying you didn’t mind and maybe would want him to give one on the lips next time.

Leviathan🧡

I’d like to think he asked to hangout in his room and if you ask if it is a date, he would throw his phone the moment he replied with: “If you’d be okay with it!”. Safe to say he is scared shitless at just the thought. He preys Asmo will help him with the fact he is sweating buckets. It will most likely be a date in his room, watching a movie or playing a video game with him you expressed interest in. He can’t even enjoy the movie or video game most of the time, because he is constantly worrying if you’re enjoying yourself or not. I think he could finally calm down the moment he would see you smile while eating the take-out you and him ordered. If you ever suggest feeding him some of your food he will be flustered and nod. Avoiding eye contact as you feed him. When the date ends he tries not to be sad you’re leaving already.

Satan💚

He finds your comfort the most important thing at all times. He is extremely considerate, who said chivalry is dead? Because then he would be dead. He is still a little nervous, but that’s because you’re so attractive to him. The date will most likely be to a book store where the two of you would pick a book for each other to read. I think then he would take you to a cat cafe. Him paying all of it with a smile. Just don’t give the cats all your attention, because he wil get a little jealous. I think he would ask to hold your hand on the later part of the date, giving you his jacket as you two walk beside a river on the way home.

Asmodeus🩷

He is over the moon. He will must look his best because he wants you to be entranced by him every second that he is with you. From the outfit, the perfume, the make up and the hair. Everything is top notch. When he sees you, in his mind you couldn’t look better. It doesn’t matter if you choose something more simple to wear and he definitely lets you know how he feels. Our sweet Asmo is most likely taking you to shop together then a self care spa at the end. He is quite touchy the whole time if you don’t mind that of course. Holding onto your arm, complimenting you, he might as well yell to the whole world he is madly in love with you. He might take you to his room by the end if you’re comfortable with it.

Beelzebub❤️

He wil be smiling throughout it all. When you would meet up at the spot he would have his usual blank face, the moment he would see you his sweet smile would appear. His bouquet of sunflowers in his slightly happy and nervous shaking hands as he gave it to you. I think you and him would do a workout class or go to a sports game together. He really pays attention to the things you like and talk about as you two talk in between breaks. Taking you to eat your favourite foods at the end and sharing desserts.

Belphegor💜

This sneaky little cow is most likely showing you the stars constellations in the planetarium on your first date. Little picknick blanket laid out as he would explain all your questions about the stars. Having lavender and chamomile tea and biscuits beside the two of you. The conversation eventually deepening to the thoughts in your heads to the memories the both of you have collected over the years. Belphie eventually placing his beloved cow pillow under your heads as the sleepiness slowly overpowers any nerves you might have had. Holding your hand as the two of you drift to sleep under the starry night above.

[suguru-getos]

sugar daddy gojo headcanons:

anything you want is his sole responsibility to handover to you. even though you can be a bit bratty at times. gojo is not short on money after all. you'd find him giving you louboutins, diors, lvs, all the damn time. it's just another way with which he wants to ensure you feel spoiled.

since he's a busy man he doesn't demand much in return. you should be ready to meet him whenever he asks you to. he'd give you expensive lingerie to flaunt in front of him whenever he does decide to play with his sugar baby.

his favorite color is red, he loves the way red lacy lingerie looks onto your body, hands greedily skimming through every fold of your body as he calls you his "baby" possessively.

there is no way you are allowed to date someone else under the umbrella of sugar daddy gojo satoru. he spoils you for this very reason... and frankly, you wouldn't want to either. he's just so sweet and soft to you always.

if it's your birthday, the rules are simple. let daddy satoru spoil you first. he's going to take you to an extravagant date, prepare the most wonderful surprises for you, lather you with diamonds and would be crazed enough to book a trip for you and your friends outside the country.

satoru doesn't like to be called by his name. you're only to address him as daddy and be his little girl. he's pretty tolerant if you do decide to brat up unless he's not. punishments mostly constitute of you being spanked over his knee, precise and proper hits on the curve of your ass until you're reduced into a begging mess. he feels bad later and would give you at least two orgasms and mumble apologies. "i'm sorry babygirl, you know daddy also hated it as much as you did. hurts more than it hurts you."

gonna be real niceys and remove his blindfold to you, not caring it overstimulates him whenever he's giving it to you. it makes sense for his baby to look into his eyes when he's rutting into them x

it's simple, satoru gets what he wants and gives you what you want. there are times when he can be a bit busy because of his job as a special grade sorcerer but he would be more than happy to see you initiate a meeting between the two.

it's hard not to fall in love with him, you do within the first few months of this whatever- arrangement you two had. you'd like to think he loves you too... because he doesn't entertain anyone else intimately as much as he does to you. maybe the inherent fear of commitment and losing you eventually coils his heart.. something which can be talked about later. :D

[threeoftwelve]

This is going to sound very "Now, Three..." but: Mind Play, a book on practicing erotic hypnosis, has been the go-to recommended book I've had recommended to me for learning casual hypnotic play. I'm reading it now, and while I'm sometimes kind of *shrug* about the author's tone, it's helped me wrap my head around the mechanics of what you're trying to do with inductions and has helped me better understand how the hypnosis work I listen to from others is working on my conscious and unconscious minds.

Though if you're looking for something more therapeutic you're going to probably want something specialized directly to that end - there's a lot of supporting medical work around the actual inductions and suggestions and stuff that helps keep that kind of work safe and structured.

How does one learn hypnosis?

[explodingchantry]

hi sorry to come into your inbox for this but i just need. to gripe. every new bit of info we get about the new DA game is making me more and more preemptively tired lol. mostly the way it's looking like eeevery bit of lore that's been revealed has something to do with such and such book. or this comic over here. or this podcast from two years ago. or THIS podcast that is happening now that's a ~discord exclusive~. or this youtube series. or this random VA talk show. etc etc ad nauseam. i am so tired of videogames coming with HOMEWORK you're expected to do just to know what's going on

Please never apologise for sending messages!!

I think its honestly REALLY funny how bioware just doesn't know what it wants. On one hand they say that the new game is fine for newcomers, the way they did for dai, and use this as an excuse for how dumbed down some of the writing is - but then in the other hand the majority of the characters and plot beats have origins hidden behind pay walls.

It was already bad enough when, to understand each game properly you had to have paid for the previous one's dlc (want to know anders' past as a warden? Buy awakening! Want to know wtf is up with Morrigan and the eluvians? Buy witch hunt! Want to know who tf corypheus is and what hawke and varric even have to do with him? Buy legacy! Want to understand ANYTHING about veilguard? Play the descent AND trespasser, our epilogue that we hid behind a paywall!!!!!) and you know at least the dlcs were pretty good on their own so I could forgive it a little bit.

But there's so much extra media now omg I haven't touched a single one of the comics because I'm not rly into American comics, I've read almost all the books and some of them are genuinely fucking mid. And at least back in the day the books were more... Bonuses? You DONT need to read the stolen throne to understand anything on the games, but it's INTERESTING. it explores characters you mightve been curious about. I love that ! Or the last flight is really interesting, just, to see how the 4th blight was beaten, to get to know those legendary heroes, and know why griffons went extinct. A bit annoying because you do need to read it to also understand how the hell they're coming back - but it still feels a bit more like a bonus than a necessity.

But then we have asunder, which also in general just kinda sucks as a book, that is really really needed to understand the mage rebellion, Fiona, Cole, and the cure for tranquility. The characters will explain a lot of those things to you in game, but it leaves you with the certain feeling that you're missing something. It's a huge advertisement for asunder.

Similarly wicked eyes and wicked hearts is hollow if you haven't read the masked empire which is also my least favorite book because it's so damn fucking boring I literally never managed to finish it, but it's mostly because I hate Trick Weekes' writing lmfao. Gaider was wildly misogynistic but my god at least he was entertaining as a writer whenever he didn't butcher female characters.

That's two major plot beats in inquisition that require reading one of the books. And ofc it's major villain and another major plot beat that require having played the previous game's dlc to properly understand.

And since then we've had so much more. I don't know. It's just complicated because I *like* book characters showing up and the books having importance in the sense that, I like reading and I'm a lore nerd lol. But I think there's a lot of frustration to be had as to the sheer quantity of extra media you need to consume if you want to be invested in the story. Because you could say "well just don't buy them then" but I LIKE dragon age, it's story, and plot, but omg some of the books and comics are also so hard to find and so EXPENSIVE. I think tevinter nights costs like 20£ if you want it on paperback rather than Kindle, and don't get me started on the dozens of comics.

At least the podcasts and discord only content isn't nearly as offensive, imo, because they're free. But also there's another issue with all of this extra content - it's that it doesn't get fucking translated. Not often, anyway. Not in as many languages as the games do. That means there are many, many many many players and fans who are just not allowed to learn more about their favorite game series because they don't speak English, because theyre not rich enough to buy 10 books and 20 comics. It feels a bit wrong

[respawned-dove]

Are you comfortable writing yandere Heavy headcanons with a male reader whos the enemy's team Medic? 🏨

Of course, anon! Enjoy some BLU Heavy content, though you can read it as RED if you wish. This is somewhat a fic and somewhat headcanons, I lost the plot somewhere apparently.

yandere! Heavy x male! Medic! Reader

[CW: obsessive thoughts/behaviour, violence, drugging, rape, NSFW scenes, alcohol/drinking]

Heavy doesn't have interest in most people. He's quiet in the corner most times, uninvolved in the action. Though he usually has an amused smile to give his own team's antics, he prefers to keep his distance. He listens and watches as both teams move around him, in battle and out. But really, all he cares to note is whether they're alive or dead, and whether it's someone he's hired to enact violence on. And he loves violence. The battlefield is his zone, the one place he feels like he can do what he was made for. And the battlefield is also where he met you.

His owns team's Medic is someone who has his respect and his friendship, and he can instantly note the same traits in you. Violence, sadism, and the ability to outsmart even bullets. He doesn't get to actually examine you much, considering he's mostly focused on killing you. He starts to get... distracted. Which is confusing for him. Killing is one of his favourite things. Why would anything be more interesting during a fight? You are, nonetheless.

He's been watching you more than he has been killing you. He went to Ms. Pauling's office on the BLU base and looked at the files on you, only a few minutes of glancing lest it be suspicious. He's the only one who even knows the other team's files are in here. All the listening pays off once in a while. You have a nice face, he thinks. The thought warms him in a way that makes him set the file back in its place and leave it behind.

Seeking you out to kill becomes a fun hobby for him. He likes the way you flail. He likes the way you fight and fail. He likes the way you call for your team and no one comes for you. He likes the way you bleed. He likes the way you die. And honestly, he wishes that respawn would leave him with a scar or two from your bonesaw.

You're doing everything you can to avoid Heavy on the battlefield. You can't understand what's made him so aggressive towards you out of nowhere. Or why he smiles like- like that when he kills you. Basically everyone on that field is a sadist, true, but it looks a little too joyous. You don't like dying, who does, but it's not... terrible to be so easily manhandled like that.

It becomes more of a mutual game between you two. Cat and mouse, really. The mouse always loses in the end, and at this point you'd be lying if you said it wasn't exciting to lose. You can't help wondering if he's excited too, ripping you apart and throwing you around. His gun is barely involved anymore, he wants to have his bare hands on you when he hurts you.

You start finding gifts for you left at your base. Simple things that could be left by anyone - your favourite book or snack, a new set of expensive scalpels - yet no one on your team will admit to giving them. They joke about a secret admirer and try to get each other to fess up with playful violence. But nothing comes of it, you just grow accustomed to them

Heavy makes photocopies of your files. He reads and rereads them, no longer able to deny how obsessed with you he’s become. The photo of you sits hidden under his bedside lamp in his room on the base. He pulls it out at night to just stare at it in silence, contemplating. He plays the memories of you in his mind in the same way. Covered in blood, grinning as you kill or heal in the distance, beaten under his hands… He feels like his head will crack open if it becomes any more full of you.

You notice even more of an uptick in him hunting you down. Compensation for how distracting you've become to him. You can’t help but revel in the almost obsessive way you’ve begun fighting each other. Neither of you are helping your team properly like you should be. His touches as he holds you down become almost gentle before they rip you apart, touching you in places that would be inappropriate at best. You come out of respawn blushing and gasping, but you can’t see it being anything other than an accident, especially in this line of work.

Heavy can’t get rid of you. His mind is overtaken by thoughts of you. He can’t focus on his books and he’s lost all interest in his own team by now. Late at night, while failing to read, he pictures a life where you aren’t contracted into this job. Where he can have you without consequences and you want him the same. If he could have you, even just for a night, he thinks it might buff out the you-shaped hole in his brain. No, it can’t be real. If he has you it would have to be coerced out of you. It would need outside help, planning. If he wants to have you, it will have to be forced.

cont.

It's a seemingly genuine coincidence when you wind up at the same bar in town. You instantly see each other, and you both instantly go on guard. You hide in your drinks and try to look uninteresting. A strong hand taps you, gently, on the shoulder. You know it's him. Your mind replays every death at his hands at once for a moment, before you manage to turn around. Silent, he just looks at you. His lips are pursed as though deep in thought. He clears his throat but doesn't speak, instead holding out a drink to you. He bought two of the same one? As you stare at it blankly, he seems to become frustrated with your silence. "For you. Is just whiskey and coke." He sets it in front of you, and then he pulls out a chair at the bar beside you. With the amount of muscle and weight on him, you wonder for a moment how that stool can hold so much man. You ignore how it makes you sweat.

He's quiet. Doesn't even look at you, just swirls his drink in his glass. You swallow, dry mouthed, and look at him. "Why would I drink something you gave me?" you ask, suspicious. He smiles slightly, eyes closed as he lets out a small rumble of a laugh, pulling his fur lined vest closer to himself with his large hands. Just barely entertained. "Doctor," he says, "I am not paid to kill you right now. I do not like poison kill, anyway." You let out a nervous chuckle, because he's right. This isn't the battlefield. He doesn't have any reason to hurt you right now. You drink with him.

Actually, you maybe drink too much with him. But he's just as wasted, it seems. You both are loose lipped and talking far more than either of you do typically. Every team secret is fair game, it's like all the typical decorum between the teams falls away. Like you're normal people, meeting at a bar. He seems almost sleepy in his distance as the night goes on, soft and nervous expressions that look odd to you compared to the usual faces you've seen him make. He doesn't look harmful at all. A heavy haze of relaxation makes it all feel so nice. It makes your guard fall completely.

Heavy is watching you, even as he also drinks. He only has to drink for so long until the first drink's secret hits you. Flunitrazepam, as his own team's Medic recommended to him. Takes a minute, but you most likely won't even remember what happens to you. His own drinking is more to quell his nerves. He knows it's not practical to have your forever, as much as he finds himself wanting that, but this drug can give him the chance to have you for at least... one night.

The bar closes, and you try to stand up to head out, slurred voice trying to say farewell. Standing up out of your chair proves too challenging, and your legs are too weak to hold you, falling from under you as you gasp and get ready to hit the floor. Heavy catches you before you can, and you're limp against him for a moment as he sets you back on your feet with support of his heavy arm. "Doctor is too drunk," he says near your ear, a hot whisper. You blink to try and focus more, able to pull yourself to standing on your own with wobbling legs. "Ahah, a- a bit t-too drunk, yeah," you say, stumbling over your words. "I need to get- get back, now. I am... I am needed tomorrow o-on our base."

Heavy puts his arm back on you, under the guise of supporting you as you sway. His expression betrays nothing of how fast his heart is pounding. He's never been this close to you without killing you. You're more soft than he imagined, yet firm, and seem like you'd typically be very strong and steady. Right now you're weak, muscle tone basically at a zero, leaning directly against him like he's never hurt you in his life. "I get motel for you. Maybe... me too. Cannot drive." He says it so matter-of-factly that you find yourself nodding along. Your hands cling at the soft lined fur at the edges of his vest as he helps you get across the street. The walk is nothing but a blur of lights in your mind, neon to warm yellow to blips in darkness until your body hits a soft bed. You sigh dizzily, closing your eyes as your body sinks into the terrible motel bed. The overhead lights stay off above you, and everything is so... relaxing.

Heavy sits on the opposite bed for now, chin in his palm, watching you intensely. You're soft against the bed, doctor's coat splayed beneath you. He stands, the bed creaking enormously as his weight leaves it. Stepping over to you, his hand cups at your cheek, feeling your skin. Your eyes blearily open as he touches you. You manage a hum of confusion, trying and failing to sit up. "Shush," he mutters, pressing you back down with one hand. He squeezes your chest while it rests there, clenching his jaw as his eyes graze over you. His large fingers grasp at the buttons of your coat. You look down at him blearily, huffing out a heavy breath. You seem to at least be processing that something sensual is happening through the confusion.

Heavy carefully undoes the buttons. Your coat is maybe the one thing he won't rip apart. He wants your dignity in battle to remain in tact even if nothing else does. You're his favourite opponent. Pulling it off your arms, he touches the red insignia on the arm of the coat, smirking to himself. Your hand weakly comes up and grasps at his arm, barely certain if he's there, if this is a dream. Your touch is so weak he barely notices it.

The rest of your clothes are not as safe from his strength. He grips at your button up shirt and tears it open at the middle, the threads ripping slowly. He just wants to see your body. Feel your body. Maybe, just maybe, even see more of your blood. Heavy disposes of your pants in a similar way, the remains of them hanging on the ends of your legs. You definitely know something is happening, grunting at him and trying to turn yourself over. His hands hold you down as he gets onto the bed with you, your weights together on the cheap bed threatening to bend it in half. "Lay still, doctor," he orders. "Lay still." You breathe out shakily in your haze, teetering on unconsciousness as he gropes at your frame. His hand travels down to your crotch, large hands surrounding your soft cock. He just feels it, for a moment, breath deepening. You harden slightly in his hand, body responding naturally as it will. It makes his throat dry and his body hot. You're so small beneath him, and you aren't even a small person, really. You groan weakly, and the sound spurs him on further.

Heavy's hand surrounds your throat. At first, he massages at the delicate skin, feeling every muscle below roll under his finger pads. Then, he's squeezing. Too hard. You're too far from your team's respawn, and he can't kill you here. As he squeezes, you begin to wheeze, and your eyes open as much as they can. You try to speak to plead somehow, but it comes out as a breathy whimper. You claw at his arm, and even though you break his skin, it doesn't make him let go. His other hand grips both of your wrists and holds them above you. His eyes bore into yours for a moment as his hand squeezes the air from you. Just as you begin to turn red, he lets go. You draw in a weak, deep breath groaning. The now un-busy hand returns to your half hard cock, fondling it as he breathes heavily.

You're almost completely hard, even as out of it as you are, and that certainly doesn't help his own hard on. The haze over your vision makes everything that's happening confusing, but fingers that big inside you are not ignorable. Your slow breath hitches and your back bends upward. Heavy watches you through half lidded eyes, lips pressed together thinly. His free hand palms at the front of his pants and he grunts hotly. "Body," he mutters. "Doctor's body is perfect." His face is red as he runs his hand over your chest and arms, down your stomach to squeeze at your cock again. You're overwhelmed, panting slightly without fully understanding what's happening. But it feels good. You know that it feels good.

You can feel something wet press against your hole, dizzily raising your head to look down. Heavy brought lube. He isn't stupid, and he doesn't want to ruin your body too much. As he presses into you, his eyes won't leave your face. He strokes your cheek, pretending for a moment that this is consensual, real. That you're normal people already in a relationship with no contract work preventing you from being together like this. Moans that definitely sound consensual keep leaving your mouth as you writhe slightly under his grip. You're starting to slip out of the world, feeling warm, thick darkness overtaking your brain. The rest of the sex is a blur untouchable by your memory, except for how tight you're held as warmth floods inside of your body.

The next morning though, all of it is untouchable by your memory. You can remember going out drinking, and your clothes are half destroyed for a reason you can't place. Getting out of bed, your legs try to give out under you, deep pain from inside you causing them to shake. You can feel wetness on your thighs. You try to remember what happened. You can't remember what happened.

You're late to the base that day, and you get chewed out by basically everyone on your team. You can't take a day off for pain in a job like this, so to battle it is. Heavy watches you from a distance, trying to mentally be in the place where you were, the faux consensual situation that lived in his head. Nevertheless, he has to kill you. He kills you anyway, with bare hands, just to feel the touch of your skin. Just to let his obsession feel less real as you bleed under his fists.

[sximsoc]

𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 , 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐬

synopsis: when jane goldman, the richest girl on figure eight crushes hard for the dirtiest pogue, jj maybank. how will familial pressures and judging eyes affect their relationship? especially when they're going on treasure hunts

word count: 5, 683

chapter 003 now playing…

Jane was in her room doing the summer reading her tutor required for her. Jane liked reading, it was fun, entertaining, and it let her think freely and think about it in different ways. Reading let Jane detach herself from the real world and go into a fake one, one based off of fantasy, or based off of the social world she lives in now.

Jane's favorite book so far was The Handmaid's tale. Other than fully agreeing with how controlling the Government is on women's reproductive and human rights, she also enjoyed the story telling. Jane liked to think, it was a hobby if people counted it as one. The Handmaids tale made her think, think outside of herself and think more and more about others.

Turning the page to the little red book in her hands, Jane got a call from Sarah. Putting her bookmark in, Jane answered the phone. A short phone call, mostly Sarah begging for Jane to come out and soak up the vitamin D, and so she wouldn't be alone walking around town.

Sarah loved spending time with Jane. Jane was the only real friend Sarah had, she loved and wanted to spend as much time with her as she could. Or as much time as the Goldmans allowed. Jane sighed on the other line, agreeing to her request and smiled when she heard Sarah giggle with glee.

Jane got up from her bed and looked at her closet, only dressed in her silk pajamas, Jane had to change. Pulling out her Prada light blue linen skirt and matching top, Jane dressed herself in what her money could buy. Jane walked around her room to find comfortable shoes when she heard a voice from her door.

"You're not putting on sneakers with that outfit" Adrian called from her door, shaking her head at her daughter's choice of shoes. "If you're gonna wear Prada, you're gonna have to wear the appropriate shoes"

"I'm just going out on the town, mom" Jane defended herself with a small smile, trying to keep the mood light.

"Doesn't matter, impressions are everything" Adrian shook her head, looking through the wall of shoes Jane has. "We have a—"

"Reputation to uphold, I know, I know" Jane mumbled softly, watching as her mom pulled out white heeled sandals from a brand she couldn't pronounce. "It's just, why can't I wear, you know, clothes like Sarah"

"Cause you're not Sarah Cameron" Adrian stressed, it was a constant reminder. Sarah Cameron was new money, they flaunted their money with expensive yachts, expensive food, wine, just about anything, because they wanted people to know their economical status. Jane and her family tried to remain as humble as they could. Just because they had the money, more than they should, doesn't mean they could should spend it. "We don't flaunt our money like her family, we keep it close to our chest, but we wear clothes fit for our image"

"I don't think me as a sixteen year old should be wearing Prada and brands I can't even pronounce" Jane pointed out as she put on the shoes that felt too dressy for the Outer Banks.

"Hey, these pieces are timeless, and from your grandmothers time as a teenager" Adrian defended, putting her hands on her hips to gently scold her daughter. "You know what Grandma Celine says"

"Quality over quantity" Jane finished her sentence.

"Now, you're ready" Adrian said with a proud smile, hanging her a small clutch bag. "Remember to smile and be polite"

"I will" Jane assured, and just as Adrian was about to leave, Jane called out to her. The question bubbling

up on her tongue. "Hey, mom"

"Yes, sweetie?"

Jane looked at her mom. She was so elegant, new to the whole ordeal of money and business. Adrian grew up poor, never having enough and wondered if she understood what Jane was going to ask.

"What do you think about the Pouges?" She asked and Adrian paused. Cracking a small smile, she answered.

"What I think about them?" Adrian asked and Jane nodded. "Well, I do empathize with them and their situation, especially after the hurricane"

"Will we donate money to the Cut?" Jane asked and Adrian sighed. Oh, how she raised a child like Jane who cared too much for the humanity of the world.

"Jane, we own most of the Cut, we're helping out as much as we can"

"Is it enough?" Jane couldn't help but ask. Jane knew her father owned most of the Cut, that the Pouges money went into the landlords pocket which then went into his.

"Do you know why we stay as comfortable as we are? Hm?" Adrian asked, stepping closer to Jane who remained quiet. "Because, we don't spend generational money on things we don't need to"

"But—"

"Your father is taking care of it, now go on, Sarah is probably waiting by the gate" Adrian assured as she hoped her vague response eased Jane a little. "Love you, Jane"

"Love you too, mom"

Jane had met up with Sarah outside the gate that held the Goldman crest. The two hugged and instant went inside the car, blasting music and laughing together. The two girls hit up a few shops, buying things they wanted, well, Sarah did. Jane only bought what she genuinely wanted and not because it was pretty. Just because Jane could buy it, doesn't mean she should.

Jane and Sarah were walking out of a shop, a bag in Sarah's hand when they saw John B fly over a chain and fall onto the ground.

"Oh my god" Jane said as she cringed at how hard John B fell. Jane and Sarah quickly rushed to him with concern.

"Dude!" Sarah yelled at the boy who groaned in lain. "Did you just yeet over that chain?" Sarah asked as Jane bent down to check him out. "Holy shit" She mumbled as Jane continued to looked around him. "That's not good" Sarah said as they both looking at him groaning.

"Your shirt" Jane pointed out to him as she looked at the blood on it.

John B took one look and groaned again. "Oh wow, that's not ideal"

"That's not good at all" Sarah agreed with him and the two looked at each other.

"Can you guys take me to the hospital?" John B asked and the two girls looked at him with surprise at how casual he seemed.

"Right now?" Sarah asked and John B groaned out in pain as he felt his injuries rise up.

"Yeah, right now, that'd be fantastic" He replied and Jane instantly nodded.

"Yeah, okay, uh, help me help him up" Jane said to Sarah and the two grabbed his hands, getting read to pull him up.

Jane counted down from three, and with all their strength, they pulled up a groaning John B. Jane held most of his weight as she walked him to Sarah's car. Sarah quickly unlocked the car and Jane helped him in the front seat next while she sat in the middle seat in the back. John B leaned the seat back, like he was trying to avoid the window.

"Hey, do you, do you see a car? Like a, like a cop suv?" He asked as Sarah and Jane paused at the information he was asking for. "Blue and white, maybe?"

"Yes, there is a blue and white cop suv" Sarah said awkwardly.

"Shit" He whispered, cursing himself for getting hurt and not running away fast enough "Do you see a guy with no neck?" He asked and Jane nodded.

"There is a guy and he doesn't have a neck" Jane pointed out as she saw the man John B was describing. "Hold on, there's a women with him too" Jane pointed out which made John B feel even more nervous.

"What-what-what are they doing?" John B asked through his pain.

"They're, they're um" Sarah trailed off as she began backing out.

"Can you, can you just go, please" John B ordered and Sarah began backing out.

"That's, that's what I'm doing" She told him and Jane continued looking out the window.

"They're stoped at the dead bike" Jane reported and then looked at John B as they were finally on the road. "Why are the cops after you? Did you rob a bank?" She asked and John B looked back at her.

"It's probably better if y'all didn't know" He told them and Sarah glanced at him from time to time.

"What are you, like, a fugitive John B?" Sarah asked and John B shrugged his shoulders as he tried to keep his composure.

"I don't know, more like a refugee or something" John B said as he kept turning around to see if the cops were behind them. "Hey, you know what? Don't take me to the hospital, just take left, please, I gotta do something"

"Alright" Sarah said as she hit her turn signal.

"Hit it, Sancho, come on, come on" John B ordered and Sarah sighed.

"Okay, okay" She said.

After dropping off John B, Jane got a text from her mom, telling her to go home. Sarah had dropped Jane off at her home and drove off. Jane went inside and saw her siblings running around the house and chatter filling the halls.

"What's going on?" Jane asked James who stopped running to catch Jane's question.

"OBX's Summer Movie series, remember?" James asked and it finally jogged her memory. James sighed as he saw it click in Jane's mind. "Mom said your outfit is on the bed and to get changed, you're taking us this year"

"Got it"

How could she forget the Summer Movie Series? It was held every summer and every summer her and her family attended. It was a fun event the Goldmans attended, but this year it would only be Jane and her two siblings. Her parents having other duties to attend to.

After Jane changed and helped Jo get ready as well, the siblings made their way to the field as they found a small spot to sit at. They waved and said hi to people, Jane making most of the conversation while Jo and James stayed put, only saying words when asked to talked to.

When the talking died down, Jane could feel some eyes on her. It was the same burning gaze and same magnetic pull she felt when it was him who looked at her. Jane turned over her shoulder and found JJ Maybank looking at her with a smirk on his face. The two hadn't talked in a few days since he snuck to her window and boy did they miss that addicting pull they gave one another.

Once again, the tingles in Jane's finger tips raised and the swarm of butterflies his JJ's stomach, but it all felt intensified. Maybe it was the time apart, maybe it was that they craved each other's presence, but their feelings and pull felt a thousand times more intense. Jane smiled at him and gave him a small wave while he winked at her.

Jane turned back and sighed. Glancing at her two siblings who looked slightly bored, Jane asked, "What do you want to drink?"

"Pepsi, please" James requested mindlessly, waiting for the event to be over to go back and read the book he was on. Jane nodded and then looked at Jo.

"Jo?" Jane asked as Jo thought about it before replying.

"Root beer float, please" Jo answered with a huge smile.

Jane looked at her with a pointed look. "Don't make a mess like you did last year, please" She begged as she didn't enjoy the sticky mess that was Jo.

"But that was an accident" Jo defended and Jane didn't care.

"I don't care" Jane replied and Joe pouted before leaning back in her chair, crossing her arms.

"Okay, okay, fine" Jo gave in and Jane nodded.

"I'll be back" Jane told the two who nodded. Jane walked over to the confession stand and saw Rafe Cameron talking to the one girl who hated her more than anyone else on the island. Kiara Carrera. 

As Kiara turned around and saw Jane standing there with cash in her hand, all Kiara could do was roll her eyes and slam her shoulder into Jane's as she walked away. Jane looked back at Kiara walking away and then ag Rafe who looked at her.

"You know, you're never getting a chance with her" Jane pointed out to him. Jane knew about Rafe's small crush on Kie and Jane knew that Kie hated him more than she could hate Jane.

"Why say that?" Rafe asked as he looked at Jane who was standing next to him.

Jane looked him up and down. "Cause you're Rafe Cameron"

"Is that an insult or a praise?" Rafe asked as he leaned a bit closer to her, after all, Rafe's heart was big enough for two girls. 

"Oh, definitely an insult" Jane made clear as she began ordering the things she needed.

"You and that deadbeat Maybank won't work out either" Rafe retorted back and Jane paused, not looking at him.

"What are you—"

"He hasn't stoped looking at you since he got here" Rafe explained and Jane turned her head to make eye contact with JJ who quickly turned away as he got caught. Jane smiled and then turned around to look at Rafe with a stern look.

"And who said I wanted JJ?" Jane asked as she leaned back on the counter nonchalantly. "He's just a dirty Pogue I gave a little attention to. Not my type" She said, feeling her heart sink as her brain registered the words she said. Dirty Pogue? Who was she, Rafe Cameron? Clearing her throat, Jane gave Rafe one last bored look as she took her drinks and walked away.

She handed James and Jo their drinks and leaned back in her chair. Soon enough, the Movie Series began. As the night progressed, JJ and Jane kept stealing small glances until the sun set. They'd smile, wave, JJ would make funny faces and Jane would giggle. Her siblings would look at her and then look at the Pogue and then back at her as their sister had looked like she'd been shot with one of Cupid's arrows. They both knew it was either going to end well, or end in absolute disaster.

Jane was watching the movie when she decided to steal another glance at JJ who had gotten up with Pope and left their place. She furrowed her brows as she saw more shuffling around and saw Rafe and his friends follow them to behind the screen. "Stay here, I'll be back"

"Tell the Pogue we say hi" James whispered back and Jane rolled her eyes at the boy. When Jane was walking to where the screen was, Kiara had stoped her.

"Don't get yourself involved Jane, go back to your pretty Princess seat" Kiara said as she began moving ahead of her. Jane groaned as she continued walking and saw the scene infront of her.

"Let go of him Topper, you fascist asshole!" Kiara yelled as she interfered with Topper and Pope. Topper ended up pushing Kiara away and Jane quickly went in.

"Hey, listen Pope, all you gotta do is—"

"Topper stop it!" Jane yelled as she ran to jump on his back, hoping it would somewhat limit him.

"I'd accept a little personal responsibility" Topper yelled as she tried to shake off Jane.

"Screw you, Kook!" Pope yelled at him.

Jane quickly felt arms around her, prying her off of Topper. "Let go of her, Rafe!" Kiara yelled as she tried to make him let go of Jane who was thrashing around in his string grip. Rafe eventually threw her down to the ground.

"Jane!" She heard JJ yell weakly to her.

"Jane, you okay?" Kiara asked and Jane nodded her head.

"I'm okay" Jane groaned out. Jane got up and looked at everyone. Topper had Pope in a headlock, Rafe was punching JJ in the face, and Kiara and Jane looked at one another, knowing they had to work together to stop this.

Kiara grabbed JJ's bag and the two looked through it. Kiara pulled out the gun and Jane's eyes went wide. The gun, he still had it and he brought it to a family event. Kiara was distracted with the gun when Jane searched more and found the lighter. An idea instantly popped up in her head as she hoped no one would get hurt, or in trouble.

"Go, light up the screen" Jane demanded of Kiara and she quickly ran to the screen to set it aflame.

As soon as the flames went up, the boys were distracted, making Rafe pause. "Guys, fire"

"Get off oh him!" Kiara yelled at Topper who was still on top of Pope.

"Kelce, let go of JJ, you asshole!" Jane yelled at Kelce, making him let go of JJ who dobles over, trying to catch his breath, gasping at the air.

"Alright, let's go" Rafe yelled at his friends.

Jane instantly ran over to JJ and helped him stand up on his feet. "Hey, JJ, you okay?" Jane asked, her brows furrowed and eyes glossed over with such concern for him.

JJ put his hands on her shoulders, to help steady himself and again the butterflies raised up as her skin felt soft and warm against his calloused hands. "You're an idiot, what are you doing?" He asked as he never felt more worried about someone's safety.

"Saving you of course" Jane joked with a smile and JJ looked at her in disbelief and amazement.

"Jane!" Kiara yelled at the girl as she walked up to her ex best friend. Jane stood up straight as she was waiting for the harsh words that would make Kie feel better about herself. But those words never came, only one word did. "Thanks"

"No problem" Jane replied, taken aback by Kie's comment. Jane cleared her throat as she looked at Pope. "You okay, Pope?" She asked and Pope looked between the two girls.

"You two, you two are idiots" Pope said and Kiara laughed.

"We saved your ass didn't we?" Kiara asked with a wide smile.

"Come on, let's go" Pope said as him and Kiara began walking away.

Jane was about to follow them, but she stopped and looked at JJ. "Hey, you sure you're okay?" Jane asked him and he just looked at her.

"Are you? Rafe threw you down pretty bad" He stated and all Jane could focus on were his eyes. His ocean blue eyes, looking in hers, she thought she could drown and die in them and be completely content with it.

Jane smiled at him, the soft flow of the fire taking over her face that made the butterflies flow from his stomach to his heart. "I'm okay, promise, are you okay though?" She asked again and JJ nodded.

"I'm okay, just, God, never do that again" JJ said as he pulled her into a tight hug, his arms going around her shoulders and hers going around his waist. Both of them ignoring how fast it was to hug one another, ignoring how their hearts beat in synch and how their spark felt brighter than the fire.

"I'm fine JJ" Jane said against his shirt, catching the smell salt water, a bit a sweat and weed on his shirt. Jane didn't like the smell of weed much, but when it was mixed together with JJ, she didn't mind it.

"Good, good" He replied and the two pulled apart and Jane's eyes went wide as she remembered the fire and her siblings.

"Shit" She said and JJ gave her a confused look.

"What?" He asked as he got worried about her again.

"I gotta go" Jane said quickly as she waved bye to him and ran to the yard to try and find her siblings. "James! Jo!"

"Jane!" She heard Jo yell as she ran to where she heard the voice. "Jane!"

"Jo!" Jane yelled as she saw Jo and James standing far away from evrything. "Oh my god, are you guys okay?" Jane asked as she bent down to her knees to get a better look at Jo and looked up at James.

"Yeah, yeah, we're okay" James assured as Jane pulled Jo into a hug, as she was a slightly shaken up mess. Jo was attached to Jane the second she got old enough to walk and talk and Jane was attached to her. Jo always felt safe around Jane, safer than she was with her mom.

Jane pulled away from Jo and smiled at the two. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to leave you guys" She assured her two siblings, gently patting Jo's head. "Let's go home, okay?"

When the Goldman kids got home, Jane went to her room to try and got ready for bed. Taking off her make up, Jane saw how she looked different. How her skin wasn't perfect, how her face wasn't symmetrical, and how the make up covered any surface that wasn't perfect.

Putting on her pajamas, Jane went straight to bed. The soft moonlight from the outside shining into her room through her curtains. Jane stared at her ceiling and through about the hug she had with JJ. How his embrace was warm, how she could hear his heart beat through his chest, how it felt comfortably and right. Jane thought about what he might feel, how he felt hugging her. He made the first move with it, so maybe he wasn't disappointed. Jane hoped JJ didn't mind how she felt in his arms, hoped that he felt the same giddy feeling she was feeling.

Feeling her thoughts slowly drift away, starting to close her eyes, Jane heard rocks being thrown at her window. Her eyes opened up and furrowed her brows, maybe she was dreaming. No, another rock gently hit her window and Jane sat up from her bed, walking over to her window. Pulling the curtains aside, Jane felt a crept up on her tired face as she knew who was down there, waiting for her.

Jane snuck out her home and went around the corner to her bedroom window outside. Sure enough, there stood JJ Maybank. "Hey" She said with a smile plastered on her face and JJ's matched hers. "What are you doing here?"

"Just wanted to make sure you're actually okay" He asked, feelings nervous about showing up unannounced. Jane smiled as her heart felt warm at his action.

"I'm really okay JJ" Jane assured and he gave her another look.

"You sure?" JJ asked as he got closer to her.

Jane chuckled. "I'm sure, just a sore back, be better by tomorrow" Jane assured him, letting out a small curt breath through her nose. "Rafe threw me down good"

JJ groaned at the memory of seeing it. "God, don't remind me, I literally got scared for you"

"I got scared for you, you took punch after punch and then Pope, is he okay?" Jane asked and JJ nodded.

"Yeah, he's okay, we're all okay" He assured and Jane let out a sigh of relief.

"Good" Jane nodded and then eyed him suspiciously and JJ saw her look coming from a mile away. "Now, why did Rafe and his friends attack you?" She asked and despite assume what she was going to ask, JJ's body still froze at her words.

JJ didn't want to bring her into his mess that he made, didn't want her to, worry about him more than she did today. So, he avoided her eye contact as much as he could, trying to act cool, but Jane saw thought him.

"N-no reason" He stuttered and Jane sighed, based on JJ's impulsive actions and how Rafe reacts when things don't go his way, Jane could only assume JJ did something.

"What did you do?" She asked and JJ shook his head at her, still avoiding her gaze.

"Nothing" JJ said and Jane narrowed her eyes at him in suspicious.

"You're acting suspicious" Jane told him and JJ looked up at her.

"Oh, am I?" He asked teasingly, trying to change the subject to a flirtatious one. JJ took a step closer to her, trying to make Jane's words and thoughts die out. With his close proximity, one would think Jane would mind, but she didn't mind one bit.

"You are" Jane told him, her voice lowering in tone as she didn't feel the need to speak at a normal volume with how close he was. JJ nodded, leaning in close to her ear.

"It's a secret" He whispered and Jane's body shivered in reaction. His breath tickling her head and his body scent filling her nose and his warmth taking over her senses. JJ was a flirt and he knew it, using it to his advantage and Jane fell into his trap, and yet she didn't hate it. And neither did JJ as he could smell the lingering perfume on her skin. It smelled good, too good for him.

Jane chuckled at his teasing words before backing away from him. "Who am I gonna tell?" Jane asked, her lips pouting as a way to tease him back.

JJ glanced down at her lips that ended up pulling into a smile. He shrugged his shoulders as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

"Cant break Pogue code, Princess" JJ said nonchalantly, their voices so low in volume, the air was thick with tension and Jane felt her hands itch to touch him while JJ's mind flooded with thoughts that he shouldn't say out loud.

Jane raised her eyebrows at him, slowly stepping away to give herself some breathing room. Crossing her arms around her stomach, Jane felt the coldness of the night hit her skin.

"Pogue code?" Jane asked, amused at how childish yet loyal he was to his friends.

"I take Pogue code very seriously" JJ told her with a nod of his head and Jane chuckled.

"Loyalty, I respect that" Jane told him and JJ smiled.

He sighed and took her in one last time. How her hair gently flowed through the wind, how her skin glowed more than the first time he saw her, and how Jane's eyes looked like they held starts in them.

"Okay, well, I have to go" JJ told her, a small smile falling on his lips.

Jane had to hide her disappointment as she wished he would stay a bit longer. Maybe get to know him a bit more. "Okay, see you next time?"

"Of course, night Jane" JJ said with a smile.

"Night JJ"

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @xprloki 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 !

𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 | 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 | 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍

[findroleplay]

hello chat, im looking for some literate roleplays for a couple of fandoms! (but yes please be literate, because that's what i write and i get pretty bored otherwise. or at least just give me enough to work with because sometimes even i get burnt out writing a ton at once)

there isnt anything im uncomfortable with (if anything pops up i will let you know) and if anything makes you uncomfortable please let me know and i will avoid it. i love plots that have a mix of everything in them, and long-term plots are some of my favorites (multiple smaller threads make me a little bored, so having a consistent rp is great!)

i'm willing to do a double up with oc's. only with the danganronpa series though (which is mostly what im looking for), but im also fine with roleplaying strictly canon characters (thats usually what i do anyway since i find it easier) i will not do oc x oc though.

fandoms i will write for: - danganronpa series (mostly v3 im ngl but i can do any!) - chainsaw man (ive read up to vol 7 in the manga, books are expensive SORRY!!!) - scott pilgrim vs the world/scott pilgrim takes off - warrior cats (this is the only fandom i will write ONLY oc's for)

ive a couple of plots in mind for those things. Im cool with most ships but the ones im most interested in are (+ who i'd prefer to write for in italics- but i could write for either, pls dont be shy asking to play the other char!)

DANGANRONPA: - Kokichi x Himiko (PLEASE I wanna rp them so bad i love them) - Miu x Kirumi - Shuichi x Kaede - Toko x Komaru - Peko x Fuyuhiko - Kaito x Maki (BIG FAVS PLEASE) - Shuichi x Kaito - Nagito x Hajime (Rarely will I do this one, the fandom kinda killed this one for me) - Hajime x Chiaki - Sonia x Gundham

CHAINSAW MAN: - Himeno x Kobeni - Reze x Denji - Kobeni x Power (Or platonically, I can play either role) - Aki x Himeno

SCOTT PILGRIM: - Kim Pine x Roxie Richter (ive had a plot in mind for them for so long plspls) - Scott Pilgrim x Ramona Flowers - Scott Pilgrim x Wallace Wells (I MIIIGHHTTT be accepting of OC's for this fandom)

There's definitely some that I'm forgetting so if you have questions about any please ask. I won't judge you over your ships (Unless you ship any of the Warriors of Hope x an adult LOL) so please don't judge me over mine.

If you're interested please reach out i promise im silly and am happy to do lots of ooc chatter. pls have a good day/night :3

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[deadrlngers]

since every companion has a bunch of things exposed near their tents i was thinking what violante would have around so have a lil small tiny list with some facts i guess

carpets and many many pillows bc she loves to sit comfortably like a king and doesn't want to sit on the ground, the colors are mainly dark and most touches of colors are either very dark reds or purples or blues. scratch sleeps among the pillows sometimes..vio is very happy about it...don't tell anyone

a mirror on a small table with a few plants and erbs scattered around, a few small crystal flasks (they look extremely expensive) or pouches, she crafts her (infamous) perfume there so around her tent there's always a nice smell

books, mainly poetry and a few plays and there's a small diary in black leather where she writes god knows what (her thoughts, narration of her sufferings and visions of a not very much stable mind, poetry a bit shitty i fear)

a lute! she plays sometimes at camp depending on her mood. actually she can play the lyre as well but do NOT ask her to play it (her mother forced her to learn and they were never joyful lessons to say the least)

a black viola in a vase. half is decaying, the petals look wrinkled and lifeless like they are about to fall but it never happens. the flower looks like it's stuck in a stasis. not alive nor dead but on the road to death that seems to have an end (the symbolism of it all, sorry. also she keeps it bc she likes it and death is fascinating to look up close)

has many candles around, she says they set the mood

also a simple orange. karlach sketched a smiling face on it and gave it to her. 'remember to smile more! you're not dead yet'. violante indeed smiles a bit when she looks at it,,

a chest, small and unremarkable, she NEVER opens it in front of the others and she can get very violent and off-putting when someone tries to touch it or asks about it. keeps a few fucked up keepsakes there. most importantly: a black velvet pouch where inside there's ruven skull (he hated velvet. lmao). at night she places either the skull or the pouch in front of her so it can face her and she can look at it. barely can close her eyes if she doesn't have it around, sometimes she simply clutches the pouch to her chest when she isn't sure the rest of the camp is asleep or she's just scared of someone will catch her doing hot girl stuff (mourning so hard and hating so fervently and resenting even the day of her birth so intensely that even her soul crumbles)

bonus: astarion sometimes 'sleeps' in her tent, very later on when they can trust each other fully. makes him feel safe (won't admit it), says it's the only place in that god forsaken camp that smell good. and violante likes to have him around mostly bc he can babble on and keep her company when she can't sleep. sometimes she eventually falls asleep bc the fact he's watching over her is comforting. really says a lot, they are besties i love them

[typewriter83]

HAPPY ONE YEAR MAMA!!!! Happy you're here with us, I can't even remember how it was the first time I began to read your work but I made history that day without knowing lol your blog is part of my routine at this point. To celebrate one year here, can I ask some questions? First, do you really have a typewriter? It's part of your aesthetic (your user and your pfp) and I always wondered if you actually had one at home. If someone made a movie ahout your life, what actress would play your role? If you could If you teleport to one of the fanfics you write, which one would you go to and what would you do there?Are you gonna post new AU or LTW first? What hobbies do you have besides writing?

Awww, sweet cub!! 🫶🏻

Let’s take your questions one at a time:

Do you really have a typewriter? I did at one time; it was my mom’s from the 70s and for awhile, it was functioning. The cost to restore and repair was too grand and it was - literally - lost to time. We moved a few times and we never found it.

If someone made a movie about your life, what actress would play your role? It’s such a stretch, but I love Rachel McAdams, she’s been my favorite for a long time, and she would be my fan cast of myself 🤭

What would I do if I could teleport myself into one of my fics? You mean besides teleporting myself into Joel’s lap somewhere in a dark room in Jackson? 🫣 honestly, being the little bookworm that I am, I would probably transport myself to Jackson to organize and work in the library. I would spend my patrol duties raiding houses and abandoned libraries looking for books to bring back. And hide in the stacks with Joel. God I’m a nerd.

Are you gonna post the new AU or LtW first? Depends on where my brain takes me over this week. Today I worked on finishing and editing the new AU, but hit a little wall called Mama struggles with writing spice and might have to back away for a couple days. I have a little written to LtW, but it’s out of order right now, so it’s gonna take time to come together.

What hobbies do you have besides writing? Baking, I love being in my kitchen even though it’s too small. I’m up for almost any baking challenge so long as I can afford the ingredients - yesterday I made the most amazing pumpkin chocolate chip bread - delicious. I also do embroidery - mostly in the winter, for whatever reason, but it’s a hobby I took up during the pandemic, and it’s an expensive hobby. Husband won’t let me buy anymore patterns until I finish the mountain of ones I collected from 2020-2023🫢

Thanks, this was fun! 🫶🏻

[uncleasriel]

I'm glad my slightly rambling notes are helpful!

I would have just limited the kind of destruction/bounce spells you mentioned, as having having a much smaller pool of cards to pick from keeps the game's focus in-check.

Perhaps there are are starting bundles that PCs get to choose from (Red Burn, Green Pump, Black -X/-X, White Prevent Damage, Blue…?), and then more cards are discovered through the adventure. E.g. kill/trick the Dark Priest to gain Terror (and both insta-nuke monsters AND get a scary reputation that can have uncomfortable consequences when visiting settlements and civilization). Maybe this could be tied to a Color Background the player chooses (i... there are starting selections for a White Soldier, a Blue Mage-Scholar, a Black Necromancer, a Red Pyromancer, a Green Druid...)? There are so many cards in the game, at there could even be mixed up versions of this (e.g. Red Soldier bundle has lots of haste and +X+0 cards), but let's keep the color pie simple for now.

Your HD limitation is an interesting one - perhaps also linking it to Mana Value/Converted mana Cost and Remaining Stamina can work? YOu can Terror or Boomerang a creature that has only 2 Stamina left? Limiting to HD/CMC is also a novel option to consider. (Personally, I'd just as soon replace Terror with Last Gasp but that's me thinking in the 2 mana to negate 3 Stamina is a good and balanced deal, but YMMV). Also, I think Unsummon is very powertful, but an effect like that could see the monster shuffled into a DM's Random Encounter deck (not: add a Random Encounter Deck), where it returns, rather miffed and confused, as to why it suddenly ended up in a new location. Of course, this is still stupid powerful,and should be an NPC-only spell, or something that's much more expensive to cast.

You're completely right in that I don't think MtG was ever meant for this - to dredge up the clunky old Gamist/Narrativist/Simulationist trichotomy, MtG is so very Gamist that it pushes against what a TTRPG does as a medium. But I still think we can work within this. Magic's art and flavor text are design to stimulate the imagination, and the worlds that it has build are truly impressive.

I think with something like a carefully selected card list could work, especially if we mostly limit selections to Alpha/Beta/Unlimited cards at first (my Last Gasp pick and cards like it not withstanding), and even then I'd suggest grooming the pool them carefully for swingy bullshit. But I like the core of this, especially given the grungy OSR tone of Fighting Fantasy and the nostalgic, low-res but imaginative vibes of the early game's art and mechanics. Like early versions of both of those games, we're starting from first principles here - might as well start small and work our way up.

Perhaps we ought to articulate exactly what would make a card Worth Considering for a FF/MtG crossover? I think something like Focus On Damage, Life, Power & Toughness changes, simple rules text, and tangible and easily understood keywords that can be cleanly defined in TTRPG terms, e.g. Flying, Trample, Haste, Protection, Shroud, etc, liked would be a good starting place. A lot of Staple Commons would be good to look at, as well as Core Set cards (e.g. 7th or 10th edition) and Commons that are intended to teach new mechanics (e.g Rendclaw Trow, Vigean Hydropon)

(I recognize Protection is actually pretty multi-layered, but conceptually it feels right "RED things can't touch me!" Though imagine this could feel like a no-fund-allowed hoser if any poor sod who picked Mountains/Red as one of their starting colors and they just can't deal with a single goddamn Silver Knight guarding the doorway with a sharp stick)

Perhaps playtesting should involve taking an old Fighting Fantasy book/module, breaking down the elements of play that are MtG-compliant (monsters, spells, strange "area effects" or "Status effects", perhaps even rations as Foods) and figure out which cards would "fit"these sorts of paradigms. Keep it Old School for now and add on the complexity later?

FF X MTG Continued

A Game of Cards

(This is the second installment of what will probably be a long series about building a Fighting Fantasy / Magic: the Gathering hack. First post here!)

I play tested some Fighting Fantasy + Magic the Gathering rules. 

They worked pretty well!

My god my players hate spending Stamina to cast lol.

We discovered a few interesting things. Here are some key rules I implemented:

A Hint of B/X

I had been about to use the FF initiative system when I realized that BX D&D’s round procedure of “Movement, Missile, Magic, Melee” is not unlike MTG’s “Untap, Upkeep, Draw”.

So I made an altered version that’s a bit of both, allowing for Instants to happen in-between any other declared step.

Landlessness

As I implied earlier we used the FF base rules of Stamina to cast. This meant we didn’t use the MTG concept of Lands.

FF base rules say:

“One spell a round, pay for it with Stamina then roll to cast”

My altered rules were:

“One sorcery-speed spell per round and an instant if you want. Spend Stamina but don’t roll”

This worked pretty great aside from people being upset they had to spend life. This may be because they’re used to modern games which don’t impose stuff like this.

At any rate all land associated cards can’t work in the game, but Green still seemed to hold up well.

My next attempt will try out the Hearthstone method of one mana generated per round. We’ll see if they get upset that they only drew expensive cards and can’t cast round one.

Miltonian Casting

One of the things I was unsure about was what spells do narratively and, importantly, outside of combat. I wanted spells to work better with role play.

Some MTG spells just don’t make sense in that context, like drawing and discarding cards. But their names still sound like they should have great narrative potential.

This reminded me of Ben Milton’s Maze Rats (and Knave 2e) in which a spell is named then from that name the players and GM decide what it does. This seemed like a fun direction to go in so we tried it out.

The result was really fun. Players got to have those mechanical specifics when they wanted to be tactical in combat but still got to be creative during other modes of play.

The only thing we figured should be changed are what spells are accessed when. Our next test will allow for learned spells to fall into two buckets, one for in-combat and one for out-of-combat.

No Bears

A BIG takeaway from this play test was the creatures.

When all your players and an enemy wizard are summoning stuff the whole game grinds to a crawl.

Especially since combat in FF isn’t as instantaneous as in MTG. Exchanging blows in FF means an opposed roll with bonuses and then another roll for damage. When your group doubles in size after the first round this can be a burden.

However, creatures did work great as enemies the players meet in the dungeon and have to fight though. So further play tests will include them as monsters for the GM to play with.

End Step

This was a very helpful session that allowed me to refine a lot of ideas. After our next one I'll probably post a doc here for people to look through.

More soon, - Lex

[moonlitmeeks]

soft / wholesome charlie dalton headcanons !

warnings: like. one swear word.

request: yes!

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a/n: its been so so long since ive written something for one of the poets i feel?!?! so this was super super fun to do, really hope u like it!!!

❥ charlie, charlie charlie, where to begin

❥ this boy can be such a sweetheart when he wants to

key word: wants

not that he's an asshole or anything, of course not. he just has a tendency to be more teasing and cheeky than soft and sweet. this is charlie dalton we're talking about

he has a reputation to upkeep (that's what he thinks, anyways)

❥ he's such an affectionate and touchy partner (only if you're comfy with that! if not, he totally understands and is more than happy to tone it down for you)

he just loves to have a hand on you at all times

maybe an arm around your shoulder or waist

or holding your hand

placing a hand on your leg

just having your knee touching his is more than enough

he just likes to be physically reminded of the fact you're next to him, that you're with him

❥ cuddling with charlie!!!!

he's obsessed with cuddling you. seriously. he's like a little koala with the way he just wraps himself around you

its like he's trying to climb inside your skin, he's so curled into you

he falls asleep so easy when cuddling, so if you don't keep talking to him and keep his mind going? he's snoring in minutes

❥ reading poems to you

we know this boy has a flair for the dramatics

you're telling me he won't recite overly romantic poetry dramatically to you?

charlie is insanely good at remembering the poems, somehow, so he doesn't even have to think about it as the words spill from his lips

he slowly moves closer to you as he speaks

and it always always ends in a soft kiss

❥ asides from physical touch, i totally think gift giving is also one of charlie's love languages

i mean, he has the money for it, so why not?

if you don't like overly expensive things, don't fret! he also loves buying just little things, small items that catch his eye when he's out

maybe it's a book you've been talking his ear off about

or a little bracelet that looks like something you'd wear

possibly even a little ornament for your room that just made him think of you

he brushes it off like it's nothing, but he delights in the smile it brings to your face

❥ as for some other miscellaneous headcanons!

he doodles on your hands a lot! it keeps him occupied, plus you love seeing what he draws... mostly ("charlie, why is there a dick on my hand?!" "it's a commentary on human form, babe. obviously.")

loves it when you play with his hair. it makes him melt.

tries his hardest to learn careless whisper on the sax to serenade you with at any given moment

constantly passing you notes with compliments/pick up lines on them, especially during class

and that's that!!! seriously hope you loved them,,, feedback/reblogs are much appreciated!!

charlie dalton taglist: @alexclaremont-diazbutnot @teen-years-suck @sapphicnoel @ashleesucks @lilgayn00dle @dulcet-lover

[lo-frequency]

Hi I love your blogand your writinh so much it's so good!

Could I request a shoto/denki and toga x chubby reader (if you're not comfortable writing with toga you can just to denki and shoto) thanks!

Fortunately for you, anon, I did them all! (and it's kinda long, so my bad lol) Also, there's mention of insecurity in Toga's, but it quickly turns to fluff. As always, please enjoy!

Denki

-Believe it or not, Denki was nervous to confess to you because he was afraid of being rejected. You’re so cute and cool and that he was sure there’s no way you actually returned his feelings. It was worth a shot, tho. So imagine his joy when you said you felt the same way :)

-Rants about you all the time to his friends, to the point where they feel like they know you personally before you’ve even met. They also get to hear all the tmi stories about what the two of you do alone, because he can’t help himself (if they don’t walk away first, lol).

-He knew you looked squishy before, but couldn’t believe how soft your skin was when he finally got to hold you. It was almost unfair. He often finds himself caressing your skin mindlessly whenever you’re close together, hand always ghosting across your arm or hand (or your thigh ;) ).

-Lays back on you to play video games, his head cushioned by your pillowy chest and the rest of his body situated between your legs as you watch him play. Play in his hair or rub his arms and he will fall asleep. The tingly feeling he gets when cuddling with you is his favorite kind of electricity.

-Zaps your butt “by accident”

-Easily flustered, but he tries to play it off with his cool act. Just kiss his cheek or tell him he’s handsome and watch him ramble about knowing he’s “irresistible” until he flushes red up to his ears.

-Denki can be pretty corny at times but he does have his serious moments, mostly when you two are alone together. He shows you what’s beneath his goofy facade, a boy with dreams and aspirations just like everyone else. After seeing this side of him, it’s a little irritating to hear people reduce him to an idiot (although he does have his moments 💀)

-Them thighs tho 😏 “Dang babe, you been working out?” “Not really, Kaminari” He clucks his tongue. “Sheesh, imagine being that thicc...naturally” he says, shaking his head as if it were a shame.

-Truly believes he has the best s/o in the whole school. Does not take offense to being called a simp 🤷🏾‍♀️.

-Wasn’t aware of it at first, but became super attracted to people with your same body type. His eyes always lingered on them in public, and he couldn’t help but think they were kinda hot (sorry, y/n)

-Very affectionate, but loves to receive as much as give, so please give this man plenty of kithes and hugs, he gets the shakes if he doesn’t get his daily dose of Y/n love.

-Y’all are so silly together, always cracking jokes or giggling about something. You eventually develop a similar sense of humor, and have so many inside jokes people can’t decipher your conversation. If anybody has anything negative to say about y’all: Denki puts his hand over his earpiece and says to you (from right next to him) “Pikachu to Big Sexy, I’m picking up some negative vibes on the radar, do you copy?” And you, holding your hand up to your own ear, say “Affirmative, doing a diagnostic scan...it’s a hater, confirmed.” Cue the obnoxious laughter, lmaoo

-Never forgets the anniversaries or relationship milestones. He even remembers the date of yall’s first kiss, and thinks about it every time the date passes (although he wouldn’t tell you that tho, that would be too sappy, even for him).

Shoto

-The way you and Shoto became acquainted was a little unorthodox. You fell on him during a training session one day, and the feeling of your soft body pressed against his was a new experience for him, to put it mildly. Shoto stood up from it a changed man. Call it an awakening, if you will.

-You were a little put off by all his staring since that incident, thinking he didn’t like you despite all your profuse apologies. But after Izuku dropped hints that it was probably fascination rather than contempt, your relationship progressed smoothly from there (thanks mostly to your efforts, since Shoto had no clue how to approach you).

-Shoto still had a staring problem once y’all became official, too. Whenever you asked him what he was looking at, he was not ashamed to tell you exactly why: you are too fine not to stare (ok, maybe he didn’t say it exactly like that)

-Not overly affectionate in public, but has a tendency to always stand or sit close to you whenever he can. Just sharing the same space is intimate to him.

-Sharing a bowl of soba noodles 💕

-Buys you expensive gifts all the time, and loves to see you using them. Especially if it’s clothes, it’s like a piece of him is always with you even when you’re not together (plus, it shows you’re all his ;) ).

-Now, I’m gonna tell y’all a little secret. It’s pretty shocking, so be warned: Shoto sometimes pretends to be oblivious when you hint at wanting affection, just to make you beg for it. Maybe you brush your hand against his, and he moves it. Or maybe he saw you lean for a kiss and he casually turns the other way just to hear you complain. He likes it, makes him feel wanted.

-Devious, I know, but just get even 😏

-When y’all are alone, he loves when you hold him close and just sit there, peacefully enjoying each other’s presence. He also likes to lay on your lap while reading a book or watching tv with you, slowly nodding off as you comb your fingers through his hair.

-Obsessed with you, but not in an unhealthy way, it’s just that you’ve become such a big part of his life that he kinda...thinks about you all the time. Shoto is canonically not very talkative, but I think that with you, he’d open up more about his true thoughts and feelings. So when he shoots you that blank stare when his classmates are up to some bull, you know exactly what it means.

-Also revels in knowing you that well, too. He’d flex how much he knows about you to the other people and sometimes unintentionally embarrasses you in the process

-For example: “Here Y/n, a cherry popsicle just for you!” Shoto immediately hands you some napkins before adding “Y/n doesn’t usually eat cherry popsicles, they always drop the red juice on their clothes.” Like gee, good looking out Shoto...thanks for telling the whole class I can’t eat without messing up my clothes 💀. He’s sweet tho, he has good intentions.

Toga

-She made it very clear from the beginning that she liked you, and with how smitten she was, who were you to refuse her (aggressive) advances?

- She thought your plump figure was just so cute, one of the cutest things she’d ever seen, and she quickly developed an unhealthy obsession with squeezing your chub.

-When you two are together, Toga is always attached to you in some way, whether she’s hanging off your arm or has her arms looped around your shoulders.

-Starts to eat the same foods you eat, borrow your clothes all the time, listen to your favorite artists, whatever way she could become closer to you

-Writes you love letters or sends you cute text messages all the time, you’re always on her mind, even when she’s on missions. “My Y/n is wayy cuter than you! Let’s get this over quick so I go back to them, ok? 🥰 🔪🔪”

-I know y’all were waiting for this...she most definitely uses her quirk on you. Toga loves you so much, she wants to become you. So one day, you finally allow her to give it a try.

-She tells you to close your eyes, and when she gives you permission to open them, you find yourself staring...yourself in the face. And you do not like it 🤢. There’s something so strange about seeing yourself in 3rd person, in all dimensions. Is this how you look to her, all the time? You quickly lose interest in this little charade, looking everywhere but at yourself as Toga prances around doing sexy poses in your body and giggling. However, when she sees your reaction, she stops.

- “Hm? What’s wrong, Y/n?” she asks with a tilt of (your) her head. You glance at yourself, then look away again. “This is so weird. I don’t like looking at myself” you say, grimacing at the slight bounce and jiggle of your body when she walks toward you.

-In Toga’s eyes, you were absolutely adorable. In fact, she was getting a little hot and bothered just taking peeks at herself (you) in the mirror. She’s used to feeling you up for sure, but being you was a whole other experience. Though, she can understand your insecurity. After all, it’s hard to live in a world that constantly tells you your true self is abnormal. She knows from experience.

-So, she comes up to you with a flirty grin on her face...and starts showering you with kisses, in your body! You start to protest, weirded out by the feeling of your own lips on your cheeks but she would not relent. Toga was determined to show you what being loved (by you) felt like from her perspective, with your irresistible “imperfections” and all 💕

Thanks for tuning in! :)

[mazuwii]

Chapter 8 ||Stolhom

Reiner x reader

Previous chapter

Authors note: hey guys, This is unedited and I wrote this while I wasn’t feeling so well so I’m sorry if it sucks, I’ll edit it once I finish this book

Warnings: violence and age regression

Y/n tearily stared at the two embracing each other, Reiner never gave him a chance to walk since he carried him to the kitchen where his little celebration was held.

Mihai sat on Reiner's lap as if he were his sacred plushie, his father's arms loosely around him even when Y/n instructed that he blew his candles out with a small wish. "I want to be big and tall!" Cocking a brow at what he proclaimed, the three were amused.

"You already are," Zeke scoffed and ruffled his hair. He and Pieck had already understood what happened, his age regression had turned him into what seemed like an eight-year-old kid. "No but I want to be bigger!"

"You're already tiring as you are," Y/n teased, "If you were any bigger we'd be dealing with an emotional bear."

The man pouted at her words but never took back his. He just wanted to be able to protect Y/n and their bumblebee, so that whatever Y/n was 'working on' to finally live a peaceful life could be dealt with by him, in a matter of a few seconds.

"Come on now, don't look so upset, it's your birthday." Zeke added. "And look what me and Pieck got you," the black-haired woman held the golden retriever up to him. Reiner's face softened at the sight of the puppy, excited even to a stranger like him.

"Careful with him, you should open mine." Y/n moved the cake out of the way and slid the neatly wrapped box in front of him. The paper she used was covered in cartoon bears and was green and pink. It felt bad to rip it apart.

Once he opened the box there was a set of toys inside, ones that Y/n spent this weeks allowance on. They were all expensive at the moment but she was sure everything would calm down. Reiner looked at her as if to say, 'really? You did this for me?'

She nodded and pinched his cheek. "I- I made you a card... pa." Mihai shyly spoke up, his palms clammy against the envelope he kept hidden.

Reiner innocently blinked down at him, his feline eyes showing curiosity and no harm. The boy set it down on the closed box, giving his father a choice to open it now or later. However, Reiner decided on the present rather than the future.

Mihai blushed in preparation as the envelope opened up to a colourful handmade card.

'To the best daddy ever' it read, a photo of a tall man with a tan uniform on, hazel coloured eyes and yellow hair. "You're really talented." Reiner stroked his cheek while his other hand kept the card open. He silently read the messy handwriting. 'Happy birthday pa, I'm hoping I can see you again, but I might have to send this by mail :( either way, I'm still counting the days I can see you! I love you and I hope you get better soon! -Mihai'

For a good amount of the time he read the card, he seemed mature, a glint of sadness that made him want to return something he wasn't so sure of. The answer was clear, Mihai made him feel responsible.

"I love it." Reiner set the card down and bought his lips to the boy's cheek. "Thank you, Mihai."

After a while, Pieck and Zeke played with Reiner, the game mostly consisted of Zeke teasing Reiner and making him whine. Pieck could tell he was getting a kick out of terrorising Reiner like he was his own son.

Y/n smiled at the sound of the trio playing. She was putting the dog stuff away. Her friends were kind enough to buy a few supplies for the puppy to start her off with. Mihai was helping her put the stuff away. Except he also seemed deep in thought.

"Mummy?"

She hummed and continued to stack the different dog foods. "Will I be able to stay, with you and pa?"

Y/n halted in her movements, thinking to herself about what the least hurtful thing she could tell him. "Honey, I promise." She kneeled down to his height and held his shoulders. "One day you'll stay with us forever, but today- I don't think it's today." Her chest sunk at the tears gathering in his eyes.

"Mum, that's unfair!" He sniffled. The fear locked in Y/n's chest when she caught sight of his eyebrows furrowing. "Everything is fine here, you just don't want me!" He shoved her hands off.

"Mihai, no-"

"Just go away then! I'm so sick of you." He stomped off to the backyard and shut the door behind him. Y/n massaged her temples with her thumb and index finger. She's been dealing with this for too long and now she has to deal with another.

Knowing he'd only yell at her more if she went to go comfort him, she stuck to assigning things in their right place. Mihai had a right to yell at her. Y/n knew that at this point, what she was doing could be considered neglect, and there was no justifying it. It was either to keep Mihai around and double the stress and traumatise his childhood or keep him with Pieck and Zeke until she figures out what the doctor could do for Reiner.

If there's no cure then there's no helping it, Mihai will just have to live with them. If there is a cure then he only needs to wait a little bit longer. But Y/n knew she was asking for too much, children are naturally impatient. Mihai isn't an angel or a devil, he's just a kid in need of available parents and it was something she failed to give.

Once the two were done messing with Reiner, he had been covered in makeup blush and lipstick, his hair covered in pink bows and clips. Y/n didn't notice, she was busy in the kitchen. Pieck and Zeke joined her, even though she insisted they sit down and relax. Yet they proved that cleaning up party remains was fun even though it's a chore.

Reiner left to the backyard where he heard a door close earlier. Since he didn't spot Mihai, he knew he'd be there. And when he was met with the cool summer air, he smiled at the sight of the little boy sulking in the midst of the grass. "Bumblebee." He sat next to him.

Mihai sadly looked up to his father, his beautiful eyes unusually large and sad like a kicked puppy. He regretted yelling and treating his mother like that but he was too guilty to go back and talk to her. What if she hates him now?

"Why aren't you inside with us?" Reiner played with the grass. While Mihai stared at his easily distracted father. Even when talking to him, he noticed how easily amused he was. Perhaps the problem with him had a mental toll on him. But Mihai didn't mind it, he loved him either way. There was nothing to protect him from.

"Pa." The man hummed in response.

"Do you want me to be here, all the time?"

He frantically nodded, "I love it when you're here with me."

"Then why doesn't mummy want me here?"

Reiner gently ruffled the grass. He looked thoughtless, not a care in the world but in reality, he was deep in thought. "Your mummy just worries about you, like she does with me."

Mihai listened intently, "she works almost all week... and still has time to take care of me and the house." He sighed, "I always feel guilty about it. Those eye bags, her weight loss, I'm causing all that."

The little boy took the words in, thinking back to the little things he didn't notice. Because his father was right. She was starting to look bonier, her eyes, despite still kind and gentle, were sunken.

And yet she's still inside, cleaning up.

"We should go back inside." He suggested to his father, who gladly agreed.

When the two got back inside, they noticed the three sitting around the table, gossiping and having drinks with one another. Y/n made space for Reiner next to him, so she could take a closer look at his face.

He took the seat and innocently blinked at her as if his face wasn't smudged in makeup.

"My, what happened to you?" She held his face and tried to wipe the white powder off. Pieck and Zeke barely held their laughter in, making Y/n glare daggers at them. "You guys did this to poor Reiner?"

"He looks gorgeous Y/n stop fretting." Zeke laughed.

Y/n ordered Reiner to wait for her in the bathroom, she'd come to join him later. "Y/n," the couple stood up, alerting Y/n about what they intended to do.

"It's starting to become late," Pieck said, still smiling. "And Zeke has work tomorrow."

"You guys are leaving?" Her chest ached, "already?"

They gave her apologetic looks, "We'll come to visit again someday, but here before we go." Zeke took out a business card, "This is the doctor's number and his address, he'll gladly accept your request just tell him"-

"Yes, Zeke, yes, I'm a friend of Zeke Jaegar's." She chuckled and took the card, "Sometimes I wonder if you're a mob boss." His fiancé teased him.

"I'm guessing we'll be taking this little guy with us." He ruffled Mihai's hair. The little boy teared up but hung his head low to avoid his mother's gaze. "Mihai." She kneeled in front of him.

"I promise this won't be for any longer, listen I'll"-

"It's fine mum, I'm sorry for yelling at you." He smiled sadly, trudging forward to kiss her cheek. Y/n's surprised expression rose to a smile, gently bringing her boy into her arms. "I love you, Mihai."

"I love you too mum..." he quivered out, "You and pa."  His arms tightened around her neck which went cold as he blinked tears onto her. His wet lashes kissed her skin.

Zeke and Pieck waited outside for him, giving the small family a moment. Y/n left a dozen more pecks on his cheek before finally letting go.

Before he could go out that door, heavy yet gently footsteps caught his hearing. Mihai spun around to see his father, still in messy bows and makeup. "Where are you going?" The tall man whimpered.

Mihai raced to hug his leg, hiding his tear-stained face. Reiner peeled his son off of his leg and pulled him up to his shoulder to properly hug him. Y/n could only watch with pity as her child bawled against him, his squeaky voice wavering. He gripped a fistful of Reiner’s shirt, convincing Y/n that he’d never let go.

By the time he weakened, Pieck had to carry him into the car, Mihai slowly drifted off to sleep at the sound of the car engine.

Y/n closed the door behind them, facing a teary Reiner. “I wish he didn’t have to go…”

“Oh I know, honey, I want him here too.” She rubbed his shoulder, hoping to comfort him at least just a little. However a few tears slipped out of his eyes, triggering a few of hers. Reiner gently embraced her, his warm palms running up and down her back.

For a long moment, she relaxed. It had been a long time since she was comforted like this. Bathing him could wait, she thought as drowsiness slowly took her away.

Next chapter

[aphrodite-would-be-proud]

Hi, I really, REALLY love your writing, you're a amazing writer and I just want you to know it (ب_ب)♡

I don't know if you're up to, or if you did it before, but, can I request a female reader poly relationship with Armin and Eren? 👉👈 If you've done this or are uncomfortable doing it, you can ignore this request

You're so sweet! Thank you so much ت💛

And I haven't actually written something like this before so no worries you're the first! It doesn't make me uncomfortable at all, although I appreciate you checking first, thank you🐛

Hmm since this is a poly, I guess it'll classify as a valid Eren x reader fic, welp gotta make him his own catorgy now.

Being in a Poly relationship with Armin and Eren HC

{ Armin x reader x Eren | tw:none | fluff | Modern }

{ "What's Behind the Door" by Hans Zatzka 1859-1945 }

You're the middle spoon most of the time. Armin prefers being the little spoon and burying himself against your chest before falling asleep, while Eren likes feeling you in his arms and just pulling you so close against him. On rare times they switch positions.

As a result, you wake up with the two of them wrapped around you. Good luck getting up with how grumpy Eren is in the morning.

Talking about Eren, he enjoys listening to you and Armin talk in general. It could be about anything from the weather to a book or even complaining about him and he'll just sit between you two and relax. It makes him feel at peace.

You're his safe place when the world gets too much, he could just hug you impossibly close to him before closing his eyes while you and Armin hang out.

In fact he enjoys watching you two do anything together, even mondaine thing like help Armin detangle his hair in the morning. Oh no, he won't help, but he will sit next to you and observe even if it means he too will be late to work.

Eren is one of those people who get out of bed, mess their hair a bit and then have perfect hair somehow. He could just tie it back and it'll look so good despite being effortless.

Armin likes how playful you and Eren can get, how much he teases you and how you answer back. Especially when the two of you are trying to make him pick sides and back one of you up, he acts innocent but in reality he's looking for a bribe.

Armin also enjoys how Eren is mostly down to his adventures and even looks forward to them, it also means convincing you to tag along will be easier and the three of you will have so much fun.

He also feels more confident and bold when both of you are by his side, his usual anxieties and worries getting drowned out by your voices and presence. Plus both of your assurance are a huge boost to his ego, he can actually tease back if pushed hard enough.

Be warned, a smug cocky Armin is a...dangerous one.

I'm not saying you and Eren will get roasted but...

The three of you live in Armin's place actually, since with his grandpa away in the farm, he has the whole apartment to himself.

Eren still visits his mom on the weekends tho, will drag you two along, she bakes you pie and sends you home with cookies.

Eren is just a completely opposite person in front of his mom, you and Armin can get away with almost anything in front of her.

It's actually Armin who plans dates for the three of you , picnics, arcades, beach trips, diners.

They actually enabler each other a lot, being best friends and all. A lot of times Armin would just get Eren to drag you into places or ideas he has and a lot of times Eren will get Armin to convince you that yes spending money on expensive shoes is a good investment.

They keep a tap on each other.

You have no idea the amount of things Eren broke by accident and Armin was quick to replace before you notice. Or the many times Armin almost backed away from showing you things he wrote or got for you wasn't it for Eren encouraging him.

Eren is really protective, for both of you actually. He makes sure no one is bothering you and always steps in whenever you're uncomfortable

Armin is really considerate, he knows both of your preference and a lot of small details. He takes your emotions into consideration and always has a plan B and knows just the right words to say.

The problem is that both of them are extremely jealous people who don't know how to deal with it.

For real, Armin would seem sad and distante while Eren will be passive aggressive. And all of that just because you told Connie you liked his shirt or laughed at something Sasha said.

They act like kicked puppies, and won't ever admit to being jealous they just look at you with puppy eyes till you pay them the same attention too.

Drama queens, both of them. Will whine and sulk if your attention leaves them for a second.

Armin has a special nickname for each one of you, while Eren goes for the typical "babe" and looks at both of you making you try to guess "which one?"

Armin likes holding your hand and kissing you cheek, Eren prefers wrapping an arm around you and kissing your neck.

Both of them are big on physical affaction, expect a lot of greeting and goodbye kisses also being pulled into a hug or to sit near someone at random times.

Armin likes taking pictures of you, together or each by their own. He keeps them in a scrapbook that you help him make, Eren tries to find the best spots for him to photograph.

While Eren plays Videgames, he likes having you and Armin by his side. Even if you're not playing with him he'll just enjoy looking at your direction whenever he preforms really well like a kid looking for praise.

They have really different taste in food, movies and dates. Despite that they rarely argue or fight about It, since they've known each other for so long they learned how to compromise.

Lowkey each of them still tries to pull you to like the things they do so you'll take sides.

Even if you're not around, they will talk about you between them. Just how gorgeous you looked today and how adorable that outfit looked on you.

Actually both of them have you alone as their lockscreen, even whilst having a lot of pictures of the three of them together, they just like it this way.

Both are also big on public affaction so don't expect the pampering to stop just because you're outside.

They're just so comfortable with each other and when you came along they had absolutely no problem in sharing you, actually they even prefered because the other is the only person they'd trust with you.

They also don't mind when one of them takes you on a private date just the two of you alone, just give the other a heads up and maybe bring them a snack or something.

You prefer romantic cozy dates? Armin would love to share his softest blanket with you under the fairylights while sharing a milkshake or your favourite drink and watching a romantic comedy sitcom.

And the next day, Eren would take you to his favourite restaurant before going to the arcades or cinema after. Drive around in the car while listening to music and occasionally stopping at really nice spots to enjoy the view.

Maybe the three of you could go to a waterpark and Eren would attempt the really high dives while Armin just happily floats around in the water.

Or maybe going to the beach and watching them put actual effort and planning into making a good sandcastle, Armin collecting the seashells while Eren gets the sand.

Being in a relationship with them means you'll get the best of both worlds yet never get bored or feel alone. They have really different tastes yet are so similar at the same time, you'll truely feel loved and cared for.