#the mind zone got me but all it found was my remains

[transflynnscifo]

ok new dnk update thoughts after having read it as a mental treat wahoo

so anyway my thoughts on this being the Beginnings of how the lower quarter starts getting taxxed was correct. what surprised me was the novels taking into account the fact that we only see the fountain area of the lower quarter in vesperia and fully embrace it

for the longest time ive assumed we simply do not see most of the streets because we dont really need to see everything, in fact i still think that we dont see the full area of it. but i like that besides establishing

1. the lower quarter is only one of the lower quarter districts in zaphias and theyre all their communities (at the very least, yuri and flynns lower quarter is very community-oriented)

BUT ALSO

2. "because of the conditions given by godonan everyone decides to find houses that were close enough to each other. and they consider the houses around the fountain"

because ultimately the novels didnt need to establish so many events that lead to How the lower quarter operated by the events of vesperia. and yet i am extremely fascinated by the way they decided to go about it and to show how things developed while yuri and flynn were growing up.

i like that besides it being the story of yuri and flynn meeting + growing up together, its also the story of the lower quarter community and how its presence helped further shape yuri and flynns worldviews. theres more thoughts brewing in my brain but my thesis has thoroughly cooked it

(also rip x 10000 to flynn. i know part of why hes miserable here beyond his usual pear wriggler is the fact that the place he and his mom had lived in is going to get demolished for sure)

[benkeibear]

『 Tentacles 』

☼ synopsis: Mahito loves to experiment on you simply because you let him - loving how he pushes past your limits and pleasures you beyond belief.

☼ character: Mahito

☼ wc: 2.6k

☼ cw: DARK CONTENT! fem!reader, afab!reader, sub!reader, slapping, dacryphilia, clit slapping, bondage, tentacles, choking, throat fucking, spitting, humiliation, degradation, penetration with tentacles, anal, overstimulation, womb fucking, squirting

☼ notes: I'm bringing this cursed piece back because I miss my skrunkly rat 🫡

Mahitos eyes went wide when he saw the way you were looking right at him instead of through him like everyone else. He knew right that moment that you will be his, if you want to or not so he gave you a silly grin while waving at you. Talking to him was so easy, he would always have interesting topics to discuss for hours as time flew by whenever you two hung out, always listening to you, always agreeing with you without making it too obvious but before you knew it you were craving his company. You fell so hopelessly in love with the man who did nothing but sweet talk you, luring you in and giving you a sense of being heard and seen along with this false sense of security - his plan worked. He's not a master of manipulation for nothing, not even surprised that you were seeking out his attention all the time, almost addicted to it like a lost puppy.

The fact that he wasn't human didn't even surprise you when he broke the news to you, already aware that he was a little different from your average man but you never once minded, finding it quite appealing actually. Mahito’s lighthearted attitude along with his dumb jokes never failed to make you smile, always pushing you to your limits or having you be the butt of the jokes. It was playful banter to you, an experiment of how far he can take it for him. Testing you… you were never more than just an experiment to him, while you called him your boyfriend in such a loving way it always amused him. Your giggles lit up his heart but he wouldn't admit it, blaming it on everything but you. He's a curse after all, made out of hatred… he can't love.

It was just a question of time until he took these little experiments into the bedroom though and before you knew it, you found yourself pushed far past your limits but his sweet encouragement in your ears made it bearable. “You're taking me so well. Just a little bit more, cupcake” he chuckled and rubbed little circles on your clit to distract you from the almost unbearable pain he caused with his slaps to your thighs and ass - skin painfully sore to the point where it's bleeding. But you were his good girl, his perfect little human, you didn't want to disappoint him so you took everything he had to give despite your cheeks being stained with tears. Seeing you this broken, eyes all red and puffy from crying and far out of your comfort zone got him hard like nothing else, knowing he had you in the palm of his hand like a little puppet he can control made him feel invincible. The orgasm that followed was earth shattering, little slaps to your over sensitive clit gave you a high like never before after getting edged for hours on end, drooling on yourself and the bed beneath from the exhaustion and barely noticing how Mahito cleaned you up with utmost care, bandaging the wounds he caused before kissing each of them. “Can't have you breaking from this… you did so well for me” he praised while wrapping you in a fuzzy blanket and cupping your cheek to prevent you from moving while he kissed your forehead with a tender kiss. The collar around your neck jingled when you moved to cuddle up to the curse, a tired smile spreading over your lips at the reminder that you're his and he is yours - your name carved into his soul and there to remain.

You didn't need to know that even if you ever used the safeword, he wouldn't stop. It just existed to give you this false sense of security but worry not, he would never quite literally split you in half. Mahito was so much sweeter with you than with any of his experiments before, adoring you for the way you wanted his love so badly, how you humiliated yourself just to get some words of praise from him. All you were to him was a little project to study humans on, liking to see your reactions to various things and how you seemed to mind it less whenever he encourages you, how the unbearable pain suddenly became bearable with simple praise never failed to make him laugh, how desperate you cling onto his words to guide you out of it and towards your sweet reward for being such a good little human to him. He could own you and you would thank him for it, making him feel like a god.

This was your mistake - trusting him to never take it too far, that he's doing this for your pleasure rather for his curiosity but this mistake is what made you end up in this delicate situation. Your hands were tied behind your back, a spreader bar preventing your legs from closing as Mahito manhandled you onto all fours, a sickenly sweet smile on his face when you just let him move you the way he desired, not thinking much of this since he does this a lot. Your eyes locked for a moment while he caressed your cheek with his hand until something changed…

You tried jerking your head away when you felt these cold and slimy appendages slither over your cheek instead of his beautiful slender fingers you loved to feel on your body. “Hold still now, bunny. You don't want to get hurt… or worse, now do you? He asked in a playful tone, letting his fingers - now tentacles slither over your face and neck. Tears started forming in your panicked eyes, the sensation of tentacles on your skin new and frightening when they slowly started choking you. Mahito was laughing menacingly as he watched a fresh wave of fear mixed with disgust wash over your face when one of the appendages slithered over your lips which you pressed into a thin line. “You need to open that little mouth of yours… or i might let them go through your nose” He hummed in amusement, proving his point by letting one of them move towards your Nostril. Your head was shaking violently from side to side, panic increasing as your tears streamed down your cheeks in thick streams now and he sighed, one tentacle pushing into your nostril to let your know he was serious while a look of disappointment started forming on his face - His once so obedient little human suddenly refused him.

Every single hair on your body was standing from the feeling which caused you to reluctantly open your mouth, the tentacle immediately removing itself from your nose and slithering over your lips, slowly ascending into your awaiting mouth. Your body was repulsed by it, gagging wildly at the salty taste the slime left behind on your poor tongue, making sure to rub itself all over your wet muscle so you had no other choice but to taste it. “Look at you, taking it like a good girl. Now close your pretty lips around it, treat it like my cock you love so much” He chuckled but it turned into a laugh when you were pleading him not to make you do this but Mahito wasn't asking you, he was demanding so you behaved like his good little human and did what he wanted, sucking on the tentacle as if its his cock. It took everything inside of you not to gag when you felt a second one slide into your mouth and down your throat, moans from your lover filling your ear when he saw how beautifully your throat was bulging from the intrusion until he decided you had enough, taking the tentacles out of your mouth and kissing you forceful, his tongue invading your mouth like the slimy tentacles did just seconds ago.

His face showed pure euphoria upon tasting your saliva mixed with the salty taste of his tentacles. His kiss distracted you from the way his other hand transformed now too, letting slender tentacles slither over your naked body that was at his mercy until you couldn't ignore the cold sensation anymore, crying out for him to stop but still not using your safeword, which would have been useless regardless. Mahito positioned himself behind you, your ass still propped in the air, your face now resting against the mattress. Wet tentacles slowly slithered over the globes of your ass and along your thigh, ultimately resting at your folds to pull them apart, giving your lover a perfect view of your pretty slit. “Look at you, little pet. Crying and screaming but your cunt is drenched” he mused, smirking at your miserable frame before spitting onto your core that was fully on display for him which made you whimper out of humiliation, feeling his saliva along with your juices slowly dribble down your thighs and staining the mattress beneath you. He was right - it felt disgusting and you wanted it to stop but at the same time it felt so good to be forced into submission by him, letting him do everything he wanted to your body. Unbeknownst to you, a moan slipped out of your lips when one of the tentacles slowly wound itself through your folds, missing every sensitive spot on purpose. This made Mahitos wolfish grin spread further, the tentacle stopping dead in its tracks, resting right next to your bundle of nerves. “What a naughty little thing you are, bunny. Enjoying this like a needy slut” He whispered the degradation in your ear before wiggling the slimy appendage over your clit in a barely there touch, making you cry out from the weird, yet intense sensation.

The way your juices mixed with the slime of the tentacle caressing your clit made it unbearable to you, whines and moans cascading out of your mouth in a desperate way, needing a little more to tumble over the edge than just the feather light touch but Mahito heard your prayers, the slimy appendage now adding more pressure to your sensitive clit, making your jaw slack with a silent scream. The wetness of it aided as lube, easily flicking over the nub until it had you screaming out loud in pleasure, the knot in your abdomen finally snapping and Mahito laughed at the mix of emotions on your face, pleasure and disgust when you realized just what gave you this mind blowing orgasm and that this would not be the end. Your fears were correct when you felt four tentacles play with your entrance, taking turns on slipping in the tiniest bit until two of them slithered in to spread your cunt open, opening you up for the third one. A scream escaped you, begging him to stop but it was only amusing him further, letting the tentacle grow in girth as it slowly pushed itself inside of you. You felt every nub inside of your walls and the way it wiggled inside you let you feel things you've never felt before. “There you go. Give up your little fight… accept the pleasure it brings” Mahito cooed, feeling the way you slowly stopped clenching around the tentacle, making it much easier

To slip it further inside of you, the two smaller ones which spread you open slowly joined the thicker one and stretching you further than you've ever experienced.

Your jaw hung wide open at this sensation, one tentacle pressing against your sweet spot as the other two rubbed against your walls and prodding at your cervix to give you pleasure. With your eyes closed you slowly allowed the sensations to make you feel good, another tentacle playing with your clit again had you whimpering for more, growing greedier by the minute. “Awh are three inside of you not enough?” your lover teased and slid another one back into your mouth to fuck your throat but this time you welcomed it, sucking on it like a pacifier. It muffled your moan when you felt another tentacle enter your stretched cunt, but there was no pain, the little appendage rubbing your nub made sure you're enjoying it all as two more sucked and pulled on your hardened nipples. Pure ecstasy spread through your body, moaning loudly around the tentacle in your mouth but your eyes shot wide open when you felt another small one massage the ring of muscles at your ass, slowly prodding into your puckered hole. “I can't believe you let a disgusting tentacle take your little anal virginity, aren't you disgusted by it? By yourself for feeling this much pleasure?” Mahito asked sinister as he pushed it further into your behind but you only shook your head - it didn't hurt and you the disgust was long gone. You knew he didn't mean it, he loved the way you were so eager to please him by letting him do everything to you, he would never shame you for feeling pleasure since that's exactly what he wanted, for his little experiment to discover new pleasure and the way you slowly succumb to it.

The torturous assault of tentacles lasted hours, your holes stretched and your poor body begging for a break from the continuous orgasms Mahito brought you with his newest experiment. “Give me one more and I'll let you rest” he cooed, pushing against your sweet spot repeatedly with a smaller tentacle as the thick one nestled itself into your womb, making you feel as full as never before. It was enough to have you screaming until your voice was hoarse and with a last flick against your clit he had you squirting all over the bed again, taking one tentacles after the other out of your abused cunt until only one remained on your clit along with the other inside of your behind. “I need to see you break, bunny. Think you can cum again just from this?” He asked, nibbling at your neck while one of the slimy appendages kept rubbing your clit as the other one thrusted into your puckered hole. Your head was shaking violently, overstimulated to the point where it started to be painful but you still didn't use the safe word and allowing him to continue with this torture until he had his fill from seeing you cum over and over just from the anal penetration until you passed out.

You don't know how long you were gone but your legs were aching, your holes sore which reminded you that this wasn't a nightmarish wet dream - it really happened and you felt like crying when Mahito pulled you closer into his arms. “Did we go too far today, my bunny? Does your tiny body need a break?” He cooed in a fake sympathy but you still appreciated his care, nuzzling your face into his chest to return to the safe space in his arms. You knew he didn't want to hurt you and he didn't, at least not physically. “You did so well for me today… such a good girl. My perfect little human” he whispered as he played with your hair, hoping you can fall asleep soon since he already cleaned you up while you were unconscious. Mahito may be a curse created out of hatred, unable to love but he felt something towards you, something that runs deeper than just his curiosity - your name was carved into his soul after all.

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[cloudrunnerscinnamon]

An "early-ish" House MD one shot. House and reader :)

The reader experiences a particular bad night and finds herself stuck in the ER with the one and only Greg House. This could really go either way...

gif is not mine (found it on google)

"Getting mugged wasn’t the worst part about my night"

„I’ll do it“ House took the IV-bag from the nurse before she could argue with him. You on the other hand really didn’t want him near you. However, you knew House well so you decided against putting up a fight and let him take care of you. He made clear that he wanted to watch over you, discussion over. Doctor’s orders. 

Wilson, Cuddy and all of  House’s attendees (old and new) were standing a few meters away from the two of you. The initial shock of you getting mugged and being delivered into the ER with a grade 3 concussion and a laceration to the forehead had worn off but they all felt like staying close. Now, in fact, they were shamelessly watching the scene in front of them unfold. They all knew this would probably be the pivoting point of House’s and your relationship. For a month the two of you had been buzzing around each other. Chase had bets running as per usual. Wilson was sure you would crack first and confess to House how you felt about him. Cuddy on the other hand had put in for „House, taking one more risk for the sake of finally finding happiness“, what can you do, she was sappy like that. There were a few more variants going around in the bookie but those were the two most popular. 

It wasn’t like House or you were denying that you liked each other. It was obvious, the amount of time you spent together and the pile of insiders you shared annoyed everyone around you. But whenever somebody tried to inquire, all they ever got was a 

„Oh, House and me?“

„(Y/N) and me?“ 

„We just hang out, we watch the same crappy shows and like to piss of the pizza place with weirdly specific orders.“ 

„Seriously, we are just friends!“ Even Wilson couldn’t coax a confession out of his stubborn friend. 

Funny thing, neither of you wanted to screw things up by showing your cards. 

„This will sting a bit,“ House was sitting on a chair in front of you taking your hand in his and carefully inserting an intravenous catheter. His hands were steady and his movements well practiced. You still hissed a little when the needle pierced through your skin and you could feel House’s blue eyes immediately on your face. He wanted to say something but reconsidered busying himself again with attaching the tube of the IV- bag to the IV-line. 

„Sure didn’t sting as much as the rest of the night,“ you snatched your hand away as soon as House seemed satisfied with his work. 

„And no, I am not talking about getting mugged.“ The harsh tone of your voice surprised you. Yes you were hurting because of him and yes you were out of your mind from the pain in your chest, your heart, but still. Wounding House didn’t give you any pleasure or redemption. It still sucked. All of it. Stacy sucked, their kiss sucked and what you heard him say, well, that just was the cherry on top. 

House didn’t get up from his chair but remained right in front of you. The chaotic atmosphere of the ER didn’t seem to phase him at all. Slowly he went to take your hand again but you brushed him off. 

„Fuck off House. I don’t want you near me.“ For a second you could see the pain in his eyes flash, then it was gone again. Replaced by his usual wall of safety guards. Safety guards he had let slowly and steadily dissolve with you. He wasn’t going to give up that easily now.

„Yeah, sorry I’m not going anywhere.“ House sounded firm even though you were sure he was confused and so out of his comfort zone. Him prolonging eye contact and taking a „stance“ was all just an act to hide his feelings and ever growing insecurity. For once the doctor was actually scared to lose someone. Displaying confidence and nonchalance was all he knew how to do right now. 

„What? I am not being funny here.“ You leaned further back, unconsciously creating more distance between you and House. Why didn’t he just leave already. Did he take some weird pleasure in knowing that you had overheard his and Stacy’s conversation? That earlier this week you had seen them kiss in his office? You were so angry and hurt that getting mugged almost felt like a nice distraction. 

„Just go!“ You made a flinging motion with your hand and your voice broke from all the emotions. House scrunched up his face and squinted his eyes at you like he simply didn’t understand what was going on. He was confused by your actions. He was here, he was taking care of you and still you wanted him to leave. 

„Why do you want me to go away?“ His voice was small, he seemed sincere which made you want to jump out of your skin. Sad, hurt, humiliated all of which you were feeling right now but deep down there was also frustration and anger. All those month of casually hanging out and spending time together. Was that all a lie? It had felt so genuine. Could you have been so wrong about another person? You sure weren’t stupid. You had never thought of yourself as the one that would change House. You knew many had and tried to be friends as well as love interests and they had all failed more or less miserably. You simply enjoyed being around him as he was. You liked being his friend. Oh how very stupid you felt now. Friends? Your thoughts were interrupted by House’s voice. It sounded modulated like he was really trying to stay in control of his demeanor.

„(Y/N)?“  

Irritatingly for you the shock of getting mugged, the thudding pain in your skull and Stacy’s performance had taken a big chunk out of your self-control. There just wasn’t anything left to hold back the emotions from spilling over. Tears blurred your vision and your mouth twisted into a thin line. At least you were able to hold back that sob building in your throat. You knew you couldn’t take it much longer, something had got to give. 

„Because it hurts to look at you.“ And there it was. Painfully aware of all the people around you and House blankly staring at you. Was he in shock? Your voice had been so much more penetrating than you had anticipated. Shit, where did all that pain come from all of the sudden? Why weren’t you able to look away from those blue eyes? Was he even breathing? Were you breathing? Why was it so quiet? Was anyone breathing? 

„I love you and you crushed my heart!“ Those eight words had slipped out of your mouth before you even noticed they had formed on your tongue. Your own thoughts betraying you and that at the worst time. Why was your face so wet? Then the blue eyes were gone. House remained unnervingly silent. He had however gotten up from the chair. The doctor’s back was turned towards you. His right hand held onto an unused IV-stand. Was he steadying himself? Might be his leg but the pain had gotten a little less excruciating of late. You knew that because he had confided in you. Hot tears were still running down your reddened face while you stared at House’s unmoving figure.

Behind the two of you, at the reception counter of the ER, Wilson shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He huffed out a breath and ran his hand through his hair. Cuddy throw a cautious look at him. They both felt bad. Usually Chase’s bets didn’t turn into such a flurry of dramatic events. Wilson could sense the rising uneasiness of his colleagues around him. He cleared his throat and leaned back a little, turning his head towards Chase. 

„Now that it happened I don’t know why you let me place that bet.“ Chase’s arms were crossed in front of his chest. He silently stared at (Y/N) and House. 

„This is totally upsetting and those are our friends.“ Wilson knew the Aussie doctor wouldn’t let him off the hook that easy and he especially wouldn’t lend any emotional comfort. 

„So you forfeit?“ Chase raised an eyebrow at Wilson. 

„I,“ Wilson hesitated, his moral compass was spinning like a merry-go-round. 

„No, I don’t. I just think we are terrible friends.“ 

Chase snorted and rolled his eyes. 

„Just because we took on bets doesn’t mean we aren’t their friends. Or well (Y/N)’s friends, I don’t know about House. Does House actually have friends?“ 

Wilson looked dumbfounded and left Chase hanging for a good comeback. The other doctor took that as enough of an answer. Just then Chase‘s pager went off. He glanced at it quickly and with another nod towards Wilson, he pushed himself off the reception counter, he had been leaning against and left.

The machines, next to the bed you were sitting on, started to beep loudly. Immediately House turned around and checked for the reason of the onslaught of alarms. A nurse standing nearby also rushed over. You followed House’s line of vision and quickly realized that your condition hadn’t suddenly taken a turn for the worse. The pulse oximeter that had been clamped onto your left index finger had slipped off. You hadn’t even noticed. 

„It’s okay I got it.“ House waved at the nurse stoping her in her track. She just nodded and went back to scribbling on the chart of another patient. House’s hands took a hold of our left one, he slipped the pulse oximeter back on. The noise stopped and the numbers on the screen went back to somewhat normal at least as far as your non existing medical understanding told you. He kept holding your hand and you let him. Your outburst and confession had drained you even more and you were left longing for contact. 

„There, looks good, normal heart rate. So it can’t be crushed.“ House smiled openly at you although it seemed a little too assertive. You couldn’t believe your ears. 

„You are kidding me right?“ Once again you wanted to pull your hand away from his but he held on. It took you a few seconds to untangle your fingers from his, he watched you struggle a bit bevor slowly letting go. You sniffled and tears started to come anew. The way he kept looking at you made you nervous and confused. House’s weird behavior was something you clearly couldn’t deal with. The moodiness, rude arrogance and sheer lack of interest in other people’s necessities you could handle – but this? This was worrisome. 

„House, please just – just leave.“ It sounded like a plea, your tremulous voice not helping. However House didn’t respond. He looked back up to the monitors again, busying himself, biding his time. You knew he wasn’t gonna leave. A frustrated huff through your nose. Shaking your head in disbelieve you let its weight sink down into your hand, rubbing over your forehead. 

„Why do you call me House?“ Your head snapped back up. The blue eyes were on yours again. 

"You never call me House.“ He said his own name like something foreign, something he had to get his tongue acquainted with.

„It’s always been Greg,“ his eyes fell and you had to bend forward a little to still hear him. „Right from the beginning. You only ever use House when you talk to other people.“ To say you were shocked was an understatement. 

„Seriously? This is what you are going with?“ The harshness of your tone was matched my House’s soft response. You had never seen him so abashed.

„Just tell me,“ a quiver at the right corner of his lips, „Please?“ This, you weren’t able to deny. House was either being sincere in all his coyness or he was playing you to get what he wanted but whichever it was, you couldn’t stop yourself from indulging him.

„I call you House because everybody does and I am not special.“ Fast and prompt, no time to think about your choice of words. This day wasn’t gonna get any worse, was it? Might as well lean into it then. House was right though. You had always preferred calling him Greg. You understood that at work people referred to him as House. It was both formal and still not too friendly for coworkers. In the beginning you hadn’t actually really noticed that hardly anybody besides you called him Greg but when you realized it you couldn’t help but ask yourself why. The nature of your relationship (or friendship to be correct) was purely pleasure. You didn’t share anything work related and so the version of House you hung out with struck you more as a Greg kind of House other than a House House. 

„To call you House is safe,“ you said and in your head you added: and it is less intimate. With a heavy sigh House took a few steps and let himself sink down next to you on the hospital bed. Both your feet were dangling down and you followed the swinging motion with your eyes. For some reason a comfortable silence fell over you. The ER was, now as before, busy but the different sounds and monotonous buzzing worked like a coat slipping around the two of you. There was enough room to stay still in all the hectic. For the next couple of minutes House and you quietly agreed on taking a breather. 

The dull thud of Houses cane on the floor made you jerk up a little. He was going to say something. Repeatedly hitting the and of his cane on the floor was a tell-tale-sign of the Doctor building up to saying something. You had noticed that relatively early, but you weren’t sure if he realized you knew. House would mold the words in his mind until they satisfied him enough to actually say them. You also knew that he only ever did that if he was nervous or stressed out about what he wanted to say. 

„(Y/N), I am not with Stacy. Even though you might think that after what you heard tonight.“ Ah of course, yes, this would definitely make House uncomfortable. You just stayed silent, letting him continue.

„And trust me I know it sounds cliché but it is not what you think it is.“ He half laughed at that, it sounded studded with frustration and a hint of desperation. 

„What is it then? Because it really did sound like the two of you were making up.“ As soon as the words left your mouth you wanted to take them back. You really didn’t want to know. It was enough for you to know that it hurt. 

„You know what? Don’t answer me,“ you lifted your hand, pressing the palm of it against your eyes in an attempt to dampen the headache. It didn’t work and you let your hand sink down again, resting it on your upper thigh. 

„Do you love her?“ Since you had arrived in the ER you had tried to avoid looking at House but the question you had just put to him demanded you to make eye contact. House didn’t immediately answer. His long fingers scratched absentmindedly at his stubbled chin.

„No I don’t and I haven’t for quite some time.“ There was so much conviction in House’s voice that you didn’t doubt he was telling the truth. 

„What I said, what you heard,“ the doctor kept looking around while continuing to explain himself. Scanning over the room but hardly registering what was going on. 

„I wasn’t talking about Stacy and me. But without the proper context I can see how you might think that.“  He snuck a peek at you trying to gauge how this conversation was going. Only the white knuckles of his hand holding his cane in an iron grip gave aways how tense he was. Throwing your hands in the air you could only shake your head. This whole situation was ridiculous. 

„You kissed, I saw you, in your office.“ you said bluntly. You were ready to start a fight. Leaving everything pent up wasn’t gonna work. If House thought he could fool you with this talkative demeanor you were sure as hell gonna make him work for it.  

„I know and I felt awful“ Small voice, barely more than a murmur and two absurdly blue irises. Aaaaand there you crumbled again. You involuntarily mimicked House’s wispy smile.

„Didn’t look like that,“ you muttered. He grabbed your hand carefully avoiding the IV catheter. His fingers drew small patterns on the back of your hand. 

„Well do you believe me if I say you got that the wrong way around as well?“ 

Yes, your thoughts screamed and you wanted to threw yourself into House’s arms. Instead you pressed out a, „No.“ 

But he let you have that one, making sure you could keep your dignity. 

„Fair enough“. House intertwined his fingers with yours, squeezing them a little. He sucked in a breath of air.

„But,“ drawing out the vowel, House made his point anyways,“I’m sorry, you do have it the wrong way around.“ Was that his teasing tone? Was he actually mocking you? To be fair you could feel the tension draining from your body. If anyone would ever try to convince you that House wasn’t able to understand emotions and steer them empathetically you would just laugh in their face. Which is also what you did now. You laughed because frankly you were overwhelmed.

„Whatever. This is humiliating.“ You weren’t sure if you wanted to cry or to laugh.

„She kissed me.“ House added, looking all dopy and school boyish. You gaped at him. House was carefully maneuvering this sinking wreck off a ship into saver waters and you knew it but it was still annoying you. Why was it working? 

„Oh well that changes everythi–„ You jumped right on board and countered sarcastically but House cut in.

„Yeah no, I know it doesn’t.“ He agreed with you however he wanted you to fully understand the circumstances. 

„The only reason I let her was because I am shit at feelings.“ House shrugged his shoulders.

„What? Sorry you lost me. You are shit at feelings so you kiss your married Ex-wife?“ Was he kidding you? Your hand slipped away from his and you tugged your arms tightly around your middle. You didn’t want to fell like that but anger and frustration where front runners again. House got the message. When he talked next the lightness in his voice was gone.

„If you are shit at feelings you might not be able to trust them. Sometimes I need actions to fully understand them. Actions I get and I am good at them.“

Your mouth opened but potential words were stopped by an index finger pressed against your lips.

„Ah ah ah wait!“ The Doctor removed his finger and continued.

„So when she kissed me I was able to say goodbye,“ he paused for a second, “ because there was nothing. No love, no anger or other sentiment. It was only a kiss which I did not particular care for. It cleared my head.“ 

„Hmm.“ Not as articulate as you would have liked to be but you couldn’t manage more, so you just kept listening. 

„I wanted to come after you. I…“, House hesitated then he turned a little more towards you. He wanted to see your eyes but you kept your gaze low. 

„Your face. The way you just turned around and left.“ His voice was husky.

„I told Stacy then, what I just told you… and to be fair she was pissed. I should have know that she wouldn’t leave it at that.“ A bitter chuckle slipped from House’s mouth and he shook his head. The doctor was lost in his thoughts for a second. Your voice pulled him back into the ER.

„So when you asked me to come by to talk, you in fact wanted to talk?“ Maybe all was not lost. Maybe just, maybe this day had still something good to offer.

„Oh yes, yes I did and other stuff“ A cheeky grin appeared on House’s face and he softly bumped his shoulder agains yours. When you looked at him he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

„Shut up,“ you snorted. This man is unbelievable. 

„Not funny yet?“ He lightly poked your thigh, testing the waters. 

„Nooooo,“ you said, returning the shoulder bump. 

You looked at each other, wary smiles meeting. House drew in a heavy breath then. He still had a few things he wanted to say, get out of his system. 

„Stacy rang the doorbell 10 minutes before you. She must have left the door ajar. And the rest, you witnessed first hand.“ He scratched the back of his neck and proceeded.

„Annoyingly not all of it. Seeing that we wouldn’t be having this conversation now.“

You nodded slowly, processing. Neither of you knew what to say now so you just kept sitting next to each other. It wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward it just seemed necessary to pause for a bit. 

After a few minutes you suddenly had this weird feeling of being watched. You became more aware of your surroundings and let your eyes drift. Behind you, at the reception counter you saw House’s attendees as well as Cuddy and Wilson jump apart like they had been caught red handed. All of them were making it a point to be terribly busy looking. 

„I can’t believe they are all still watching us.“ You nodded towards the group of doctors. House followed your line of sight and you could feel him growing a little bit uneasy. There was no smile on his face and his features seemed more in control. You didn’t want to see him so gloomy after there had just been some kind of light at the end of the tunnel. You wrapped your hand around House’s elbow and tucked a bit. His head turned back to you. You were surprised to find sadness and, what was that? Remorse? Etched into his face.

 „They are making sure I don’t crush your heart twice in one night.“ With the bitterness in House’s words came also a promise. He wanted to do this right. He wanted to make this work and find out what this between the two of you could be. He acknowledged how his actions from earlier had hurt you. Everything about this conversation was so out of character for House that you had a hard time believing you weren’t imagining things. Maybe your concussion was worse than you thought and you were having crazy hallucinations. Could you have hallucinations from concussions?

„Yes, but that is highly unlikely in your case, since the CCT-scan did not pick up any intracerebral bleeding.“ 

„What?“ Surprised you looked at House. 

„Did I just say that out loud?“ The doctor smiled at you amused and your stomach fluttered. You always had liked it when he bestowed you with one of those uncensored grins. 

„Yup.“ House confirmed. Chalking it up to the most ludicrous day you have had in a while you decided to ignore reason and precaution and just trust your gut. You let your head sink against House’s shoulder and immediately the side of your body melted agains him as well. Before a sigh of relieve could escape from you House had already wrapped his arm around your waist. This was nice. It felt good and easy. 

After a while you could feel the weight from House’s head on yours. You watched your feet dangling again. The calm breathing and the warmth between the two of you had you feeling drowsy in no time. A stifled yawn from you and House nuzzled his face into your neck.

„Yeah, me too,“ he whispered.

„How much longer ’til this thing is through,“ you asked quietly while pulling at the tube of the IV-bag. House lifted his head and frowned at the IV-bag. He considered his answer for a couple more seconds and before hopping off the bed.  

„Maybe 10 more minutes. We can speed it up a little.“ The doctor reached for the drip and adjusted the roller clamp. Immediately the solution in the IV-bag started dripping faster and he turned back towards you, sitting back down. 

„I don’t want to stay in the hospital,“ You sighed. Next to you House was blowing raspberries, obviously thinking something over. 

„You should with a third degree concussion. But I can take you home and make sure you’re okay.“ House offered looking at you expectantly. You considered your options and figured that the perspective of having House fussing over you wasn’t too bad. Your stomach rumbled loudly. An idea came to you then.

„Do you still have that pizza I brought, at your place?“ House had to chuckle at that and his laugh lines appeared. He nodded.

„Yes I do, at least I didn’t eat it. I went straight after you this time.“ House looked at you carefully, in all the joking there was also truth. Apparently he was satisfied with what he found in your eyes because he continued lightheartedly.

„If nobody broke in and ate it, it should still be sitting on the kitchen counter. “ 

„Great!“ You exclaimed happily.

„I could eat, really had a long night. How about you?“ You really wanted to get out of the hospital and leave the last few hours behind you.

„Nooo, completely normal night. So relaxing.“ House earned a slap from you on his shoulder. 

„Ouch! Don’t hit the cripple.“ His fake whiny voice made you actually laugh out loud and you were so relieved to feel somewhat normal again. 

„How about instead of taking me to my place, we go to yours and warm up that pizza then? I can be on concussion-watch anywhere right?“ With that you slowly slid off the bed, carefully steadying yourself. House watched you, assessing if you really were able to leave the hospital.

„I was kinda planning on that anyways.“ He stood up as well and undid the tube from your IV-catheter. The IV-bag was empty. With his hand he indicated for you to sit down once more. While he removed the IV-catheter from your hand you were happy to run along with the banter. 

„Sure you were. What if I’d refused.“ You cocked an eyebrow at House, challenging him. Even before he spoke you knew there would be some kind of quick-witted comeback.

„Oh I would have just kidnapped you.“ He shrugged his shoulders casually, a big fat grin on his face while he peeled off the adhesive tape that had kept the IV in place. 

„Of course.“ You laughed. The needle in your arm was gone and House pushed down some gauze on the exit wound. After a few seconds he put a plaster over it to keep it in place.You used his focus to study his features. There was still that smile on House’s face, though it had faded a little. You wondered what was on his mind. The heaviness that started to appear on his forehead couldn’t be from doing some routine doctor stuff. Just when you wanted to go for it an ask House what was going on, he mumbled your name.

„(Y/N)?“ Was his voice shacking? Your heart sank. Please don’t mess this up. Your imagination started to run wild and you feared for the worst.

„Hm?“ you took a deep breath, bracing yourself for the inevitable let down.

„Can you not… can you maybe?“ House leaned closer to you. He seemed oblivious to your emotional turmoil. The whispering made his voice sound rough. With another sharp intake of air he took the plunge. 

„You are special, you know. To me you really are special.“The words tumbled out of his mouth practically rolling over each other. You scooped them up, holding them, they felt soft and warm to the touch. 

„So could you maybe not do the House-thing like everyone else?“

You smiled at him. This was big. House just committed to talking about his feelings leaving himself unguarded in the process. 

„Okay, Greg.“ 

[elixirina]

Can I request a Jason Todd X Wondergirl!Reader where shes Wonder woman's daughter and side kick?

They were super close and started dating b4 be died as Robin, and they reunite after his revival.

The JL and Young Justice shipped them like crazy, Bruce looked at her like a daughter, and she was also close with Dick and Tim.

Similar to how Dick had Donna, Tim has Cassie, Jason has Reader 💓

It can be smut, fluff, angst, or a combination, I really don't mind, I love all of your work it's addictive 💕💕💕

If you don't mind, you can ignore this aspect if you want, but could WonderGirl reader have long voluminous ginger curly hair? Similar to how Greek Girls in renaissance paintings have? Idk it's just super cute for me.

Anyways, take care and keep doing what your doing 🫶🫶🫶

hello my beautiful anon! i really loved this idea, i incorporated most of what you said, minus the ginger hair (mainly because i want the reader to remain ambiguous)! however, i hope you like it, as i liked it very very much!

# definition of love — jason todd

synopsis — jason is found dead shortly after you began dating. it hit you like a train, and after a few years, you figured you had moved on. guess you’re proven wrong when you spot a figure who looks just like your boy.

warnings — nothing much, a timeline of events kind of, reader is diana’s daughter and sidekick. angst with a happy ending, reader literally having a mental breakdown twice, typical gf losing bf situation maybe a bit worse, reader has some amazonian features, reader's wondergirl suit is like diana's only the colors are like swapped so the top half is blue instead of red and the skirt is red, but the gold remains the same, as does the headband. this was proofread, but i probably overlooked a spelling mistake like always. i don't think there’s anything else

please please please reblog and like 🤍

© elixirina — all rights reserved. my work is never to be reposted, translated, modified, etc, even if i am credited.

seredipity (n.) finding something good without looking for it.

being wondergirl was like a dream come true. you couldn't lie that there were times you wanted to bash your head into a rock because of how stressful it was, but it gave you an excuse to spend time with your mother 24/7.

you were only 13, but your mother had started training you young. she claimed it was for your own protection, but you weren't necessarily sure that was the reason. nevertheless, you obliged and to be honest, it was fun.

getting to spend time with your mother and fight crime? hell yeah! plus, that meant you got to meet the justice league. the idea of it had always flown over your head, but when your mother finally came to you with the idea, you beamed.

luckily for you, that day had arrived as quickly as you had hoped. you were nervous to the point where you were shaking. you had met the young justice before and they were the nicest people you'd ever interacted with, given how close they were to your age. yet, this, this was different.

it seemed way more professional than when you met the young justice.

you stood beside your mother, as she showed you around the justice league headquarters. natural light streamed in through large, arched skylights and tall windows. the sun blared in your face, and it made you feel warm.

could this go any faster?

jason walked in beside bruce in his robin suit. he figured he looked stupid, but he always did when he put on the suit. when bruce had brought up the idea of meeting the justice league, he expected a much cooler headquarters. the hall of justice looked so...bland.

the walls were shade of cream, and a massive, glowing emblem of a shield stood in the main hall. the pair walked on the white marble floor.

in jason's eyes, he looked like a big ball of color surrounded by white. the boy had completely zoned out as bruce walked him through the establishment, talking and talking away.

he had completely forgot where he was when he spotted your flowing hair. he watched as you methodically fiddled with your red skirt. the blue and white on your bodice matched the skirt of the woman next to you. a woman he'd only assumed to be wonder woman.

bruce, unbeknownst to jason's staring, had led the latter over you and your mother, with plans of introducing you and jason.

your mother took notice of bruce's presence quickly, stopping her conversation with you. you watched as the two adults greeted each other with a smile.

bruce averted his gaze to you, looking down at your figure. "you must be y/n. i'm bruce. diana speaks highly of you." his words made your cheeks go warm and you smiled sheepishly.

"i would hope so." you rubbed your bare bicep, your nervousness coming back to you.

the man let out a chuckle, before turning over to the boy next to him. the boy you hadn't even noticed until now. and the minute you did, you felt everything stop. it felt weird, this had never happened before. whenever you met new people your age, you smiled and said hi, but you couldn't bring yourself to do any of that.

his presence hit you like the first bloom of spring after a long, harsh winter.

"this is my son, jason." bruce simply said, and jason's eyes widened, mainly because bruce called him his son, but also because this meant he had to say hi to you and he didn't even know if he could still speak.

you shook off everything you felt and gave the boy in front of you a smile. the three primary colors on his suit and the contrast between his and bruce's almost made you giggle.

the air seemed charged with something electric; tangible yet invisible. you gave him a wave which he very quickly returned. he quickly looked down at the marble floor and you watched him.

you couldn't stop thinking about that the entire day. and to be honest, it made you less nervous about meeting the justice league members. they were incredibly nice, but you just couldn't keep your eye off of jason.

you sure hoped you'd see boy wonder again.

best friend (n.) someone who will stand up for you in the times you need it most. keep your secrets close, and someone you trust with your life.

you were now 14. maybe you had a little crush on jason, but nevertheless, he was your best friend, so that didn't matter to you. what mattered was that you were with him, and he was with you; you sure as hell did not want to lose him.

the two of you sat on a rooftop, your feet dangling in the air. your gold headband held your hair back to the best of its ability as the warm summer wind began to pick up. the sun had set, making the sky a beautiful dark blue and the clock was nearing twelve.

you and jason had always spent your time on this rooftop. it gave you a perfect view of gotham and it was a perfect place for the two of you to escape your parents.

you got lost in conversation on this day, like always. hearing his laugh sent a shiver down your spine like always. you could never get used to it; it was like music to your ears.

in all those moments you'd spent on that rooftop, time slowed, stretching into something so ethereal. it made it so memorable.

talking to him was just so easy, one of the reasons you became friends. he just understood and so did you. he was like a piece of your puzzle you didn't know you were missing. and you loved it. you loved-

"if stars could talk, what do you think they'd say about us?" jason broke the short silence between the two of you. the random question made you chuckle.

you turned your head to face him with a smile, "what?" you tilt your head and jason swears it might just be the cutest thing he's ever seen.

jason grins like a cheshire cat, "i mean like, do you think they laugh at our problems and shit?" he always loved conversations like this. he only ever said stupid stuff to see you smile. every time you smiled, it felt like his heart was blossoming flowers.

"language. and you are so weird." you laughed, your hands gripped the concrete edge of the roof top.

"i am not weird. i just have a big imagination." he quickly defended, throwing his right hand in the air. his left hand, which sat on the concrete edge was lingering closer to your hand; none of you noticed.

you let out a snicker before sitting in a comfortable silence, staring at the sky. only a few stars were visible in the sky, mainly due to the amount of light.

you looked down at your left wrist subtly, a gold watch around it. it was a watch your mother had given you for your 12th birthday. you couldn't recall why you rarely ever took it off, but you were grateful you had it at that moment.

you averted your gaze to the boy next to you who was looking down at his lap with a smile on his face.

"happy birthday, jace."

he looked over, the wind blowing a strand of hair in his face. his eyebrows furrowed for a second before he realized it must've been the next day.

you smiled at him, laying your head on his shoulder. he couldn't keep his gaze off of you, and most of all, he couldn't believe you remembered.

god, he loved this.

lover (n.) 1. a person who is in love with another. 2. a person who has a strong enjoyment or liking for something. 3. a person who loves, especially a person who has or shows a warm and general affectionate regard for others.

"ow. ow. ow." the word became a mantra, a rhythmic complaint that escaped your lips as you lay sprawled on jason’s bed in the manor. the sharp sting in your thigh was unrelenting, a painful reminder of your ill-fated encounter with a kitchen knife and a tray of horribly cut brownies.

the room smelled strongly of antiseptic from the first aid kit jason had torn into moments earlier, the tangy scent mingling with the woodsy warmth of his cologne. that was one smell you could never forget. a crimson gash marred your right thigh, the jagged line oozing blood in slow paths that tickled even as they burned.

jason sat beside you, his expression torn between concern and mild exasperation as he worked quickly to stop the bleeding. the soft rustle of gauze and the metallic clink of scissors filled the otherwise quiet room, broken only by your repeated "ow"s and his hushed apologies.

"sorry, sorry," jason muttered, his voice low and sincere, though his hands remained steady. his jaw clenched as he pressed a clean cloth against your skin, the pressure sharp enough to make you wince.

"remind me to never put you in a kitchen again," he quipped, glancing up briefly with the hint of a smirk.

you rolled your eyes, propping yourself up on your elbows despite the dull ache spreading through your leg. "it was an accident," you retorted, a touch defensive. "i am perfectly capable of knifework."

he raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth twitching as if to suppress a laugh. "yeah, sure. because slicing your own leg is totally a pro move."

"very funny," you deadpanned, though your lips quirked in a reluctant smile. okay, maybe you weren’t the most graceful person when it came to handling sharp objects. blades weren’t exactly in your forte, and your mom was usually the one wielding kitchen utensils with precision.

jason snickered, the sound soft and melodic but undeniably amused, as he leaned closer to inspect the wound. his focus was intense, and you couldn’t help but notice the way his dark lashes framed his eyes or the small scar that laid on his jawline.

the bandaging took longer than it should have—partly because he was extremely meticulous, and partly because he kept stealing glances at you, his gaze lingering a second too long. his fingers brushed against your skin, the contact feather-light yet electric, sending a shiver up your spine.

he tied the bandage in place with a precise knot, tapping your thigh gently to signal he was done. the touch was brief but warm, leaving a faint heat in its wake.

"there," he said, his voice quieter now, almost hesitant. "all better."

"thanks," you mumbled, sitting up fully and letting your weight settle into the mattress. your hand rested on top of your freshly bandaged thigh, as if testing the sturdiness of his work.

jason scooted closer, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. his presence felt larger than life, his shoulder brushing yours as he leaned in, a quiet tension settling between you. you could feel the air shift—charged, unspoken—but neither of you moved to break it.

he tilted his head, his eyes flicking briefly to your lips before snapping back to your face. "so… do i need to keep you on knife probation, or are you gonna behave?"

you rolled your eyes again, though your smile this time was genuine. "depends. are you volunteering to cook for me forever?"

his laugh was soft, a little breathless. "if it means you don’t bleed all over my bed again? sure."

despite jason’s earlier declaration, the two of you found yourselves in the manor’s sprawling kitchen. you’d insisted on redeeming yourself, though he stood watch like a hawk, his arms crossed and an amused grin tugging at his lips.

“alright prince,” he teased, leaning against the counter. “show me what you’ve got. just… keep the knives far, far away.”

you narrowed your eyes at him, grabbing a whisk with exaggerated confidence. “watch and learn, todd.”

the two of you fell into a rhythm, the kitchen filling with the comforting clatter of bowls and utensils. jason couldn’t resist stepping in every now and then, fixing your grip on a spatula or adding a pinch of seasoning to your mixture.

“bossy much?” you quipped as he reached around you to adjust the temperature on the oven

“Just trying to save b’s kitchen from a second massacre,” he shot back, though his tone was light.

at some point, the two of you devolved into playful chaos. A light dusting of flour ended up on jason’s shirt—your doing, of course. he retaliated with a swipe of chocolate from the batter bowl, smearing it on your cheek with a triumphant grin.

“truce!” you laughed, holding your hands up in surrender.

jason smirked, stepping closer. his eyes softened as he reached out with a damp cloth, gently wiping away the smear. “you’re a mess,” he murmured, his voice low and warm.

your breath caught as his hand lingered near your face. the playful energy between you shifted, the air thickening with something unspoken. his thumb brushed your cheek, the touch feather-light, but enough to send a jolt through you.

“jason,” you whispered, his name barely audible.

he hesitated for only a moment before leaning in, his forehead grazing yours as his eyes searched your face. “i’ve been wanting to do this all day,” he admitted, his voice barely above a breath.

then, without another word, his lips found yours. the kiss was soft at first, tentative, as though testing the waters. but it didn’t take long for it to deepen, his hand cupping your jaw while the other found its place at your waist.

the world around you seemed to melt away, leaving only the warmth of his touch and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against yours.

when you finally pulled apart, his eyes sparkled with a mix of relief and mischief. “you know,” he said, his lips quirking into a smirk, “you’re even worse at baking than I thought.”

you laughed, your forehead resting against his. “we just made out and the first thing you do afterwards is insult me?”

“i wouldn’t call it an insult, just a mere fact.” he replied, brushing a stray hair from your face.

you shook your head, closing the distance between your lips once more.

grief (n.) deep sorrow, especially caused by someone’s death.

jason was missing. at least, that’s what it seemed like. the last time you saw him was two days ago. to say you were worried would be an understatement.

you’d even gone to the manor, desperate to find him, but neither he nor bruce were there. alfred, usually a source of calm and clarity, had only said, “i’m afraid i can’t explain,” before retreating into the quiet dignity he always carried. those words lingered in your mind, growing heavier with each repetition.

now, two days had passed. two painfully slow, gut-wrenching days where time seemed to drag its feet. sleep had become an impossibility, your bed feeling cold and empty. food felt like an afterthought—how could you eat when every thought spiraled back to jason? was he hurt? was he in trouble? was he…?

you didn’t dare finish that thought.

sitting at the kitchen island, you tapped your fingers against the cool marble countertop in a restless rhythm. the sound filled the silence of the house, a constant reminder of your unease. diana stood across from you, pouring hot chocolate into two mugs, her presence steady yet unable to dispel the dark cloud hanging over you.

she glanced up, her eyes soft with understanding. “it’ll be okay,” she said, though her voice wavered ever so slightly.

you didn’t respond, your gaze fixed on the swirls of the marble as though the patterns might hold the answers you so desperately needed.

when diana moved to the refrigerator for the whipped cream, a soft knock echoed through the house. it was almost hesitant, as though the person on the other side knew the weight of what they carried.

your head snapped up, and diana caught your movement, raising a hand. “i’ll get it,” she said gently.

you watched as she walked to the entrance hall, her back straight but her steps slower than usual, as if she sensed what was coming. she opened the door, and the chill of the evening air rushed in, making the hairs on your arms rise.

there stood bruce, dressed sharply in a suit and tie, his presence commanding as always. but tonight, his usual stoicism was cracked, a melancholic look etched into his face.

diana froze, her hand still gripping the door. “bruce?” she asked, her voice tinged with concern. “what’s wrong?”

he didn’t answer right away. his jaw clenched, and he bit the inside of his cheek, his eyes avoiding hers. for a man who had faced countless battles and tragedies, this moment seemed to unravel him. his silence spoke volumes.

diana swallowed hard, her grip on the door tightening. she didn’t press him, though every second of quiet stretched unbearably. finally, bruce exhaled shakily, breaking the silence.

“jason is dead.”

the words hung in the air, heavy and final.

diana’s breath hitched audibly, and she let out a small gasp, her hand flying to her mouth. she reached out, pulling bruce into a hug. he stiffened at first, his shoulders rigid under the weight of his grief, but then he let himself lean into her, if only for a moment.

when she pulled back, her hands lingered on his arms. “what am i going to tell y/n?” she whispered, her voice trembling.

bruce didn’t answer, his gaze dropping to the ground.

how does one tell their daughter her boyfriend is dead?

how does one tell their son's girlfriend he's dead?

your voice cut through the air, startling them both. you stood a few feet behind diana, your brow furrowed with confusion. the cold wind from the open door brushed past you, sending a shiver down your spine.

bruce turned to look at you, and for a moment, the man who was always so unshakable seemed small. his lips parted, but no sound came.

“bruce!” you said, your voice rising slightly as panic crept in. “is… is jason here?” you tilted your head, your fingers fidgeting against your palm.

the way his jaw tightened, the way diana avoided your gaze—it was enough to send your heart racing.

“what’s wrong?” you asked, forcing a shaky laugh. “why are you both looking at me like that?”

diana finally raised her head, tears brimming in her eyes. she stepped closer to you, her movements slow and deliberate.

“mom?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

she reached out, placing a gentle hand on your cheek. her touch was warm, grounding, but the look in her eyes made your stomach twist.

“he’s gone,” she said softly, her voice cracking. “jason’s dead.”

the world seemed to tilt, the weight of her words crashing into you like a tidal wave. for a moment, everything blurred—the sound of the wind, the warmth of her hand, even the beating of your own heart.

“no,” you whispered, shaking your head. “no, he’s not.”

"y/n.." diana began.

you backed away, letting her hand fall awkwardly. "no. no. you're lying," you looked over at bruce who was staring at the ground with such remorse. "you're lying, right?"

his silence was enough to make you sob.

after that day, nothing was the same. the world felt muted, like someone had dialed down the color and sound until everything was a dull, lifeless gray. days and nights blurred together, each one dragging on endlessly but offering no relief.

sleep was an elusive stranger. you spent most nights tossing and turning, tangling yourself in the sheets in a futile attempt to find a position where the ache in your chest didn’t feel so unbearable. when you did manage to drift off, it never lasted long.

the nightmares always came—flashes of his face, his laugh, his touch, and then, nothing. you’d wake up gasping, tears already streaming down your cheeks before you were fully conscious. the pillow beneath you was damp most mornings, a stark reminder of the storm you couldn’t escape.

the days weren’t any easier. you locked yourself in your room, the blinds drawn tight to keep the light out. sunlight felt wrong, almost offensive. how could the sun rise and set when your world had stopped?

your phone buzzed occasionally with concerned texts from dick and artemis, but the effort it took to type a single reply felt monumental. ‘okay.’ that was all you could manage, even though it was far from the truth.

your chest felt hollow, as though someone had reached inside and carved out every piece of you that mattered, leaving behind only a raw, jagged void. every breath was a battle—a sharp, painful reminder that you were still here, and he wasn’t.

the leather jacket he left at your house hung in your closet, untouched except for that one night when the grief was too heavy to bear. you’d pulled it down, burying your face in the worn material, desperately searching for the scent of him, the smallest piece of him that you could still hold onto.

at first, the faint smell of his cologne brought a flicker of comfort, but it was fleeting. the memories came rushing in, one after another, relentless and unforgiving. you crumpled to the floor, clutching the jacket to your chest as sobs wracked your body.

even now, the jacket remained where you’d left it—folded on the floor, too painful to look at yet impossible to put away. It was a symbol of him, of everything you’d lost, and it seemed to radiate its own grief, mirroring yours.

the hours crept by, each one heavier than the last. you existed in a haze of sorrow, your body moving through the motions of life while your mind remained stuck in the past, replaying moments with him like a scratched record. every laugh, every glance, every touch—they were all there, vivid and cruel reminders of what you’d never have again.

a year went by. then two. hen three. the grief hadn’t left, not really—it had just learned to settle in the cracks of your soul. you’d found ways to cope, ways to live. for the most part, anyway. the ache was still there, but it no longer kept you locked inside your house, staring at the ceiling, waiting for answers that would never come.

you started spending a lot of more time with dick. he had been a quiet but steady presence in the aftermath, his support unspoken yet deeply felt. he never pushed you to talk, but he always seemed to know when you needed someone to sit with you in the silence. with him, the weight felt a little lighter, the memories a little less suffocating.

about a year after jason's death, you’d met tim. the new robin. It had been a shock at first—seeing someone else in that uniform, someone who wasn’t him. but tim was different. he wasn’t trying to fill jason’s shoes; he was carving his own path, and over time, you grew close to him. he became another thread in the fragile net that kept you grounded, kept you moving forward.

life continued, in its strange, fractured way. then, one afternoon, everything shifted.

you had decided to take a walk downtown—a simple attempt to clear your head. the streets were bustling, the noise of cars and chatter filling the air. you ducked into a quiet bookstore for a while, thumbing through a few titles before stepping back out onto the pavement. you hadn't been in this particular bookstore in years. the sun was beginning to dip lower in the sky, casting a warm glow over the city.

and that’s when you saw him.

at first, it was just a figure in the crowd. but something about the way he moved caught your eye. the familiar stride. the way his head turned slightly as though he’d caught someone’s attention. your breath hitched in your throat, your heart thudding painfully in your chest.

it couldn’t be. it couldn’t be.

but it looked so much like him. too much like him.

you froze on the spot, your body rooted to the ground as the figure walked away, blending into the crowd. you wanted to move, to call out, but your legs wouldn’t listen. your hands trembled as they clutched your bag, and your vision blurred as tears welled up in your eyes.

you stumbled back into the nearest alley, your breaths coming in short, panicked gasps. leaning against the cold brick wall, you tried to steady yourself, but the world was spinning. you clenched your eyes shut, pressing the heels of your palms against them as though you could will the image away.

it wasn’t him. it could not be him.

but the seed of doubt had been planted, and it was growing, fast and wild, threatening to overtake your rationality.

by the time you made it home, you were shaking. the moment the door closed behind you; the dam broke. you collapsed onto the floor, the sobs tearing through you with a force that felt almost violent.

“jason,” you whispered, his name a prayer and a curse all at once.

the pain you’d worked so hard to manage came crashing back, sharper than ever. you cried until your throat was raw, until your body ached from the force of it. the walls of your apartment seemed to close in on you, suffocating and unforgiving. you didn’t care.

the image of the figure haunted you, replaying in your mind over and over. you wanted to believe it was him. you wanted to believe that somehow, against all odds, he was alive. but you couldn’t let yourself hope. hope was dangerous.

two days passed before you felt steady enough to leave the house. dick had invited you to the manor for dinner, saying bruce wanted to discuss something. you agreed reluctantly, still shaken from what you’d seen, but knowing you couldn’t keep isolating yourself.

seated in the dining room, you looked between bruce and dick, their expressions unusually grim.

“why do I feel like this isn’t just dinner?” you asked, trying to lighten the mood.

bruce sighed, his gaze dropping to the floor. “we’ve been tracking a new vigilante in gotham,” he said finally. “calls himself the red hood.”

the name sent a chill down your spine, but you kept your expression neutral. “and?”

dick hesitated, glancing at bruce before speaking. “he’s... unconventional. brutal. we’ve crossed paths with him a few times now, and his methods are extreme.”

“extreme how?” you pressed, your stomach knotting with unease.

“he’s not afraid to kill,” bruce said flatly. “he goes after criminals with precision and rage. he knows things about us, about gotham, that no one outside the family should know.”

the knot in your stomach tightened. “what are you trying to say?”

dick leaned forward, his voice softer now. “we think he might have a connection to jason.”

your breath hitched, and you gripped the armrest of the chair. “what kind of connection?”

bruce’s jaw tightened. “we don’t know yet. but his tactics, his targets... there are too many similarities to ignore.”

the room fell silent as you processed their words. the figure in the crowd flashed in your mind again. could it really be him?

but no, it couldn’t. jason was gone.

and yet, for the first time in three years, the possibility lingered.

love (n.) an intense emotion of affection, warmth, fondness, and regard towards a person or thing.

you couldn't bring yourself to stop thinking about that day in the bookstore and the dinner at the manor. it hit you like a train. you had truly thought you were over it.

you believed that no reminder of him was going to make you break down ever again. that melancholy and remorse? you thought it was gone. why did it have to be back?

why couldn't you be normal about it? what made this so damn difficult?

of course, you still loved him. you would never stop. you knew that for a fact. but no one told you that grief was so hard.

it felt suffocating. the weight on your shoulders came back and suddenly, you weren't so grounded anymore. god, you wanted to believe he was alive. just to make everything easier. you just wanted the cure to all of this.

your mother noticed something was off when she came to visit you, but you immediately turned her comfort down, saying it was just stress.

she knew that wasn't the case.

nevertheless, she left you alone and later that night, you found yourself in your suit on that very rooftop you and jason loved so much.

your feet dangled off of the concrete edge, staring into the night sky. the sky above was an inky black, its darkness punctuated by a few stubborn stars that managed to shine through the haze of city lights. the hum of the city rose faintly from below, but up here, it felt like the world had paused, leaving only you and the endless night.

from the rooftop, the city stretched out in every direction, its neon signs and glowing windows casting a faint orange haze over the horizon. above it all, the moon hung pale and solitary, its light soft and distant, as though reluctant to reach the ground.

it reminded you so much of him. the ability to talk to him and never know when to stop. he never failed to make you smile or laugh. god, you missed his laugh. you missed his smile and you longed for his smell.

you closed your eyes, and his face came to you, unbidden. his crooked smile, the one that always made your heart skip a beat. the way he used to look at you, like you were the only person in the world that mattered. god, you missed him. you missed everything about him.

he was so good to you, and he was gone.

your chest tightened, the hollow ache inside you growing unbearable. you leaned forward slightly, your arms wrapping around yourself as though you could hold yourself together. the rooftop had always been your sanctuary, but tonight, it felt like a prison.

you leaned back just in time to hear a rather modulated voice come from behind you.

"i thought you would've stopped coming here."

you jumped at the voice, immediately standing up. you gripped onto your lasso which laid attached to your red skirt. the rooftop was dark, save for the faint glow of the city lights below. shadows stretched across the concrete, and the figure in front of you emerged from one of them like something out of a nightmare.

fortunately, the red helmet that covered his head gave it away and ultimately, you knew who you were facing. red hood.

"what do you want?" you simply questioned, straightening your back.

he made an effort to step towards you but stopped when you put your hand up as a way to stop him. he sighed, though it was barely audible. "i'm not gonna hurt you. i would ne-" he cut himself off, looking down at the ground.

you raised your eyebrows, letting your hand make its way back to your side. your chest rose and fell with shallow breaths as your eyes locked onto the tall figure before you. you eyed him up and down.

he left no room for questioning when you heard a clank. you looked down at the ground and say that same red helmet that was just on his head, lying on the ground.

you looked up at him and your shoulders slumped. the grip on your lasso loosened and your breath hitched.

oh god, were you dreaming? surely, this couldn't be real.

standing before you was jason todd. your jason. your boy. he had certainly grown, standing at a little over 6'0, 6'1? you could see how toned he was through his suit. his hair was longer than before, and there were faint scars on his still beautiful face.

"baby..." he uttered out, biting the inside of his cheek.

how does one tell their girlfriend that they came back from the dead?

you ran over to him, wrapping your arms around him. you needed to touch him, to feel him. this was your chance. this was the cure. you felt him stiffen a bit under you before completely melting into your touch, wrapping his arms around you securely. it almost felt like he was scared to let you.

"i thought i-" your voice broke as you pulled your head back a bit to look at him. "i missed you, jace." the way his name rolled off your tongue so easily sent a chill down his spine. he missed this. he missed you.

his throat tightened as he looked down at you, guilt and regret written across his face. “i’m sorry. i’m so sorry,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, but it filled your ears like a soft melody. you had missed hearing it—hearing him. just hearing him speak to you like this, like he still cared, made everything else feel less heavy.

you tilted your head, your eyebrows furrowed with confusion. god, he missed that. "why?"

he swallowed hard, his gaze never leaving your face. “i didn’t look for you first. i should’ve. and then… i did things. horrible things. i mean, i killed people, y/n. so many people. and i—i don’t expect you to forgive me. i don’t even know if you can.” he paused, running a shaky hand through his hair. “but, but i can change. for you, i can. i just wanted you to know that. i… i just wanted to tell you that i’m still me. i’m still your jason.”

"then, that's all that matters." you stated, placing a hand on his cheek. it felt so much better to touch him. "i can't leave you. not when i just got you back." you sniffled.

you smiled for the first time, and he felt himself turn into jelly. he missed you and he missed that damn smile.

a shaky breath escaped him as his hands cupped your face, his thumb tracing your cheek softly. “fuck, i don’t deserve you,” he said hoarsely.

you shook your head, smiling through the tears that were now falling freely down your face. “you don’t have to deserve me, jason,” you whispered. “you already have me. also, language.”

he shook his head as he pulled you in close, his lips meeting yours in a soft, tentative kiss, as though afraid to push too far. but you kissed him back with all the love and longing you had kept hidden for so long. when you pulled away, both of you breathless, jason rested his forehead against yours.

“i always thought you looked good in red. i could get used to this.” you remarked, referring to the red helmet that was still laying on the red.

he smiled softly, placing a hand on the fabric of your crimson skirt. “got it from you.”

god, you loved this man.

[fandoms-x-reader]

Teenage!MC with ADHD

@ivediedmorethan20times

Headcannons

Summary: The brothers and side characters reaction to a teenage MC who had ADHD. The Demon Brothers and Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, and Solomon. Platonic/Sibling Relationship A/N: Please forgive me if this isn't completely accurate. I don't personally know anyone with ADHD and I know there are different types but I did my best!

Lucifer struggled a bit with your ADHD at first. But it was only because he had a hard time getting you to focus on your tasks. 

He would ask you to do something at school or chores around the house, and he would notice that you always had a hard time completing them.

You would either completely forget the fact that he had asked you to do it, or you would get distracted in the middle of it and the task would remain undone.

Lucifer didn't know that you had ADHD and he was having a particularly bad day. He snapped the slightest bit at you when he noticed that you had once again forgotten to do something he asked.

You apologized and explained that you weren’t doing it on purpose and as soon as you told Lucifer that you had ADHD he understood that this was something beyond your complete control.

He felt bad for snapping at you and went easier on you from then on, simply asking you again or reminding you if he wanted you to get something done.

And, he made sure that Diavolo knew about your ADHD so that he didn’t end up in the same confused state Lucifer had been in.

He sees you as family just like he sees his little brothers and he would never think negatively of you having ADHD.

Mammon exhibits signs of ADHD himself so you and him probably have a lot in common.

He’ll constantly interrupt others and is always on the move. He can never sit still and is easily distracted. He’s the whole package.

Honestly, when it comes to the House of Lamentation the others make small bets to see which of you was going interrupt the other one first.

Mammon doesn’t really notice that you had ADHD and even if you told him that you had it, he wouldn’t understand what you were talking about. Do all teenagers talk in abbreviations?

When you explain what it is, Mammon does admit that it has some similarities to his own personality. But, he didn’t care at all.

If you and he acted the same way then even better! You should consider yourself lucky that the Great Mammon and you have similarities.

In all actuality though, you’d probably have a better grasp of things than Mammon and he ends up learning tricks from you on how to control his impulsive behavior and manage his restlessness.

Mammon is really grateful to have you. 

Levi had a tendency to excessively talk when it came to something that he cared about.

Though he rarely had the opportunity where someone would actually listen to what he had to say.

When he realized that you also rambled on Levi was excited to have someone else in the House of Lamentation that was like him.

If you took an interest in the things that he liked, he would love having conversations with you.

Those conversations would be long and full of interesting points of view but they left you both feeling heard on your opinions.

Levi had a bit of trouble playing games with you because you got easily bored and liked switching between games.

He didn’t mind changing games as long as you least let him get to the save point first.

He’s one of the brothers that would handle your ADHD well.

Satan didn’t quite understand why he was having such a hard time getting you to focus on your schoolwork at first.

He had been tasked with making sure you stayed on top of your studies but whenever the two of you sat down to study, you would either zone or just get completely distracted by something else.

The first time it happened, Satan thought that you were just particularly tired that day. But, when it kept happening, Satan realized it was more than being tired.

He did some research on his own and when he believed he had found the diagnosis he asked you if you had ADHD.

When you told him that you did have ADHD, he felt a sense of accomplishment that he had found the answer.

He’ll continue to do more and more research to try and find a way to help you focus.

By the end of it all, he knows more about ADHD than you do. 

And he’s always trying to give you tips and tricks on help to manage it.

He wasn’t trying to be annoying. He was just trying to help.

Asmo was trying really hard to bond with you. But, he was having a hard time, because it seemed like every time the two of you were talking you completely ignored him.

You either looked like you were in a different world or your attention was on something that was completely unimportant.

Asmo thought that you didn’t like him or that you thought he was boring and his feelings were genuinely a bit hurt.

He just wanted to bond with you like his brothers had.

When you explained that it wasn’t him but your ADHD he felt relieved and when you told him what having ADHD was like he felt like you shouldn’t have to apologize for it.

Asmo doesn’t want anyone else misinterpreting you so he’ll take photos or short videos and post them to social media - with your permission, of course - to help spread awareness.

Now that he knows what it is, Asmo finds your ADHD adorable. Humans can have the funniest quirks sometimes.

Beel may not fully grasp the concept of ADHD, but he knows that it’s a part of you, and because of that, he finds it precious. 

He loves it whenever he sees a symptom of your ADHD.

If you were zoning out, he would make sure you were doing it somewhere safe.

After all, he had a lot of practice with people zoning out thanks to Belphie.

If you were feeling restless, Beel would make sure to go with you wherever you wanted to go or do whatever you wanted to do.

He knew demons didn’t know what ADHD was but he dared someone to try and make fun of you for having it.

He would be so quick to defend you. He won’t let anyone try to make you feel bad for something that you can’t control.

And he made sure that you knew that if you ever needed anything to come to him. You were part of his family now.

When Belphie first found out that you had ADHD, he thought that you were just messing with him.

He was sleeping on the couch next to you and you had constantly been moving, shaking the couch a bit.

Belphie thought that you were just trying to prevent him from sleeping as a joke.

But when he asked you to stop he noticed how uncomfortable you looked just sitting completely still.

He asked if something was wrong and you told him it was hard for you to sit still because of your ADHD. 

He had a blank expression on his face, not understanding what you had said to him so you went further into your explanation.

Belphie understood by the end of it and allowed you to continue moving if you needed to. He was the Avatar of Sloth and he could fall asleep anywhere under any circumstances.

He found it funny when you would space out and just stare at nothing in particular.

It reminded him of himself before he passed out.

But you didn’t seem to have the same tendency he had to just fall asleep after daydreaming.

Lucifer had been the one to tell Diavolo about your ADHD and as much as he hated to admit it, he had to do some research to understand what exactly it was.

Once he understood it though, Diavolo did everything he could to ensure you would be comfortable down here in the Devildom.

He made sure that your workload wasn’t too much because he didn’t want to overwhelm you and he knew that you would have a hard time completing large amounts of work.

With how busy he was, Diavolo didn’t get much of a chance to see your ADHD in action. But when you came over for the retreat at the castle, Diavolo noticed all of the traits that Lucifer had told him about. 

He couldn’t help but be curious about your symptoms. He paid close attention and made sure to incorporate what he had learned into your future days in the Devildom.

It was his job as the future King of the Devildom to ensure that everyone enjoyed their time in his kingdom and you were no exception.

Barbatos, like Lucifer, struggled with your ADHD at first. He was a very punctual demon so when he noticed you consistently showing up late or not completing your tasks, he was slightly irritated. 

He thought you were just being a typical teenager and neglecting your tasks because you simply didn’t feel like doing them.

Lucifer was also the one who told Barbatos that you had ADHD and what all that entailed. 

Barbatos was determined to help you get some sense of order in your life. 

He knew that you couldn’t always control when you got distracted and that you had a hard time focusing.

But, he was hoping that he would be able to help you - at least enough to stay on top of your school work.

Barbatos would reward you when you managed to stay on track, feeling proud as if he had raised you himself.

He doesn’t mind your other symptoms at all. He believed they were all things that helped make you unique. Things that everyone in the Devildom had come to admire.

The first time Simeon had watched you zone out, he thought that there was something wrong with you.

He wasn’t sure if someone had placed a curse on you or if you were having a human problem - a stroke maybe? Either way, he was panicking.

He immediately started calling for Lucifer and his worried voice pulled out of your thoughts. “Simeon, what’s wrong?” you asked him and he had never breathed such a big sigh of relief. 

He told you that he thought there had been something wrong with you and it made you laugh.

You assured him that you were okay and explained your ADHD. 

Simeon was much better prepared the next time it happened and he did not freak out.

He did find it interesting that humans could have something like ADHD. The human species was a strange one.

Simeon likes it when you explain your symptoms to him. He loves learning about humans from you and if you ever need any help from him, he won’t hesitate.

Solomon immediately knew the signs of ADHD. He had known many people in the human world who had it as well.

So he wasn’t panicked or confused when you would zone out or fidget. And he was incredibly patient when it came to you accidentally talking over him or rambling on.

He knew how to react to people with ADHD and it was comforting to talk to him because of how good he was with you. 

You and Solomon ended up getting along pretty well because of this.

You were lucky that he had been chosen as the other human exchange student because you weren’t sure how long you would have survived down here without him.

Solomon enjoyed your presence a lot because he thought of you like a little sibling and couldn’t help but find it adorable when one of your ADHD symptoms would present itself. 

He definitely will try to give you charms that he created to keep with you at school to try and help improve your focus.

He didn’t want to think about the demon brothers’ reactions if you started failing your classes. Especially Lucifer and Satan.

[leah-lover]

Away. Mapi x Ingrid x reader.

Smut 18+.

Ingrid is frustrated after a game and she is away on international duty so her girlfriends fix her frustration via face time.

You hated international break because it meant your girls were away from you. With Ingrid having to travel back to Norway, you back to England, and mapi staying in Spain, time zones were tricky so you finding get too talk much. However, this camp international break was different. You stayed behind as a precaution not to Webb your injury. But Ingrid still left, and without her the house seemed empty.

Ever since joining the triad, intimacy was always in tree. Not that any one of you would mind but you n just looked for being together all the time whether you wanted to cuddle, shower, or sex you did all of it together.

With Ingrid leaving for Norway, the desire to have sex went with her.

In the first well off her home mapi and you feel on a routine of rehab, eating together, and cuddling until you fell asleep. You would occasionally face time Ingrid when ever she had time.

Her match day was no different, you went on your usual routine and am house before kick off you found yourself laying on the couch Infront of the TV mapi with mapi laying on your chest.

The match was event full. You and most people that Norway would struggle without their st at strickers but they produced every one wrong with a 4 bill victory. The thing that went wrong in the game was Ingrid’s yellow.

After the game you kissed mapi to celebrate, sent Ingrid a voice mail telling how proud you were of her and how much you both loved her so much, and headed

to your bedroom not thinking Ingrid would have time to respond.

Suddenly, while you were both asleep ,with mapi spooning you for a change, the phone rang at 3AM. Dazzed with sleep you didn't see who was calling you just picked up.

“Hello who us with me.” You say, your voice raspy with sleep and your accent thinker than usual.

“ Hey elskling.” Said a voice you now recognize as Ingrid. Mapi is now awake too, she was as confused as you were.

You put your girlfriend on speaker and say.

“ I didnt think you would call baby. I thought you would be too tired.” You say to her worry in your voice.

“I can't sleep. I just. I miss you. I just want to come home and be worth my girls.” She responds.

“ Carino, please tell us what's up.” Says mapi.

“ It's that s tips yellow card. Plus I don't thino I played as well as I hoped. And I miss you. I miss your smell,the taste of your lips, and your comfort. If I was home I wouldn't be as frustrated.” She says, clearly desperate.

“ Let us face time you from the lap top Ninä.” Says mapi.

You then get up, turn on the lights, and ask your girlfriend. “ what's on your mind ?”

“You will see in a minute.”

After reconnecting with Ingrid you hear mapi say “ baby I need you to follow every word is say. I want you to get comfortable on the bed while we can still see you.” She gently orders the woman. Ingrid does as she was told and Lays down on the bed.

“ Baby we watched the whole game, we think you did spectacularly today. We are so proud of you.” You say.

“Amor, we wish we were there to show you how proud we are of you. Because you deserve it.” Added mapi.

Ingrid’s love language was words of affirmation so saying all those things to her would turn her into a pile of mush.

“Baby I need you to get naked for me.” Says mapi. Her demand made your head turn. “ We can't touch you and give you your reward doesn't mean you can't touch yourself “ she added. You were beyond shocked at mapi's request and the speed at which she got naked in front of her laptop.

“ You are so fucking beautiful my love.” You say at the sight of her beautiful body.

You then feel mapi's hand coax your head towards her and locks her lips with yours. Mapi was a rough kisser but this time she wanted to show off so her kisses were a little bit performative.

Ingrid remained quiet as you made out with mapi, her jaw and eyes wide open.

“ You like the show mi amor?” Asked mapi.

“I bet you are so wet right now. “ She added

Ingrid was indeed wet but she wasn't the only one. Mapi then motioned for you to take off your shorts. “ I need you to lay down, open your legs and do as I say mi amor.” She says.

“See now or baby over here is so wet.”she says as she puts her hand near your core which earns her a small moan.

“ I want you to touch yourself for me Ingrid while I touch you baby over here.” She adds, talking over you.

She then stays to touch your clit slowly rubbing circles. Your core hasn't had any attention in a whole week so as soon as mapi touched you, you stayed moaning.

As a response to Ingrid touching herself, you hear her small quiet moans through the speaker which drives you crazier than mapi's hands.

“ That's it baby. Touch yourself for me. Just like that. Imagine it was me. Imagine it were my hands on your clit.”says mapi

Her words,her touch,and Ingrid's moans were about to drive you over the edge.

“ Can I come please.?,” you ask mapi.

“I am not the one who you get permission from Carino.” She responds

“Ingrid baby please can I come.” you plead.

“Hold on elskling, let's come together.” She responds.

It only took you a couple of minutes to come together.

“That was so good my loves.” Says Ingrid.

You kiss mapi before she responds to Ingrid.

“Anytime you feel anything we are here for you.”

“ We love you so much baby.”

You end the phone call and return to mapi.

“ I think someone needs to have a favor returned.” You say to her.

[natriae]

Ushi gushi who u dated thru highschool and 2nd year college and he is getting hornier but all u guys have done so far is make out and hand job/fingering till u ask if he wants to go further and BOY does he and u see a side of him u never imagine 😍

HEHEH KICKING MY FEET AND GIGGLING RN

Ushijima Wakatoshi is no doubt the best boyfriend ever. He spoils you and always makes time for you. He would drop everything to go see you, but he's still wakatoshi. He has a hard time with social cues and displaying his emotions. You like to call yourself the 'Toshi master. Usually able to understand his affection and thoughts without him showing it.

He's remained the same since highschool. He stuck to the same routine with little differences in the past years. He'd wake up do his morning run, then go to class, practice, then shower and do his homework, and finally cuddle you to sleep in his dorm. Saturdays were specifically reserved for you. He tried to leave his comfort zone by taking you on dates, but you knew he perfered to stay in. You did too, so it was no issue for you to spend every Saturday with Wakatoshi at your house back in highschool. He found comfort getting groceries with you and helping you clean. He found comfort in really anything that took his mind off his family.

There was a lot of feelings that Wakatoshi missed out, but with therapy and you supporting him along the way he got better at understand what he was feeling. Being away from his mother definitely helped as well.

Even with all his amazing qualities there were sometimes you felt insecure in your relationship. Going to college was a much different territory for both of you. Students from all around Japan went to school with you guys. At Shiratorizawa no one really talked to 'Jima because they were scared of him but here you can't remember a game where some girl wasn't flirting with him. Or even listening to how far your friends have gotten with their boyfriends. It's not that you want to force 'toshi out of his comfort zone, but sometimes you think he doesn't like you..like that. Almost like it's out of obligation.

After date night he asks if you want it instead of getting in the mood. Almost like it's apart of his routine. You guys eat, come home, he kisses you a bit and fingers you till you cum, and then he washes his hands and kisses you goodnight. You want him to do it for his own pleasure.

"everything okay?" He asks once he finishes washing the dishes. He walks over to the small couch you sat on while in deep thought.

Looking up at him you smile at his cute face. Bring your arms up signaling you want a hug. Lifting you up he places you on his lap as he sits down. You legs draped over his as your wrap your arms around his neck, resting your head on his chest. "I guess, I've just been thinking...'Jima you find me attractive, right?" Looking up you watch as he nods his head. His eyes srunching a little in thought. Your hand resting on his chest feels his heart begin to beat a little bit faster. " um, remember when Tendou had-um- remember in highschool when tendou was quite aroused and everyone made fun of him?"

"his boner?" Ushijima states unbothered.

Your face reddens at his outburst and you nod your head. "well why don't- you dont seem to get that when your with me, and I was worried that you dont feel that way about me, and I don't want you to be doing anything you find uncomfortable if you dont feel that way about me." While you ramble you start to feel a small poking at the side of your right butt cheek. "'Jima?"

His faces flushes a bit and his heart beats after as he brings his lips into his mouth. "I do feel that way about you." He says, not looking into your eyes.

Bringing your hand up to his cheek you move his head so the two of you can look at each other. "why don't you ever show it?" you pout.

"i don't want to make you uncomfortable." He tells you, face remaining unmoving. You watch as his pupils expand looking into your eyes. "Meditating usually helps it go away." He tells you like it was a serious issue. You giggle and move into kiss his lips.

"Do you still have those condoms Tendou gave you?"

His single nod is all you need to tell you that tonight you won't have to worry about Wakatoshi's attraction towards you.

[bulgingforbucky]

Splotch of an Infected Mind

NSFW

Warning: Unhinged Anakin, Choking, Slightly Apathetic, Breeding kink

Summary: Anakin Skywalker turns to the dark side and he comes and finds you in your room completely unaware of what's happening with the Jedi and he takes advantage.

You watch where his eyes go as you see him analyze your every move. Through your eyes, you can see the doubt behind them, but at the same, it's like there's nothing there. Anakin can feel the uncertainty coming from you though, he doesn't like that. You're supposed to feel secure and have no hesitation.

"You don't like me anymore, do you?"

That question hangs in the air as the air surrounding the both of you starts to get suffocating. You fiddle with your fingers, and you can see his eyes get shifty.

"Answer the question." Anakin demands with slight anger, making you look shocked. This results in a sigh from you before you look at him you see this look as if he is daring you to say no.

The dark things in Anakin's mind are surging high as he waits for your answer. If you say no, he won't know what to do. He'll just have to think of a way to get you to like him again that's all, no pressure.

"I still like you..." The response also hangs in between you two before he answers. "You're lying." He simply says, "You hesitated. If you liked me, you would've said it right away, why did you hesitate?" He narrows his eyes at you as he starts to stand up. Different thoughts run inside Anakin's head as he tries to figure you out.

Do you hate him? Maybe you're scared? Or maybe you found out he betrayed the Jedi that has raised him to be the man he was supposed to be. Will you think of him as a murderer? Will you think of him as the enemy?

You frown at his reaction, he seems zoned out in his own world, "Ani what's wrong? Why are you hostile?" Anakin snaps back before he lifts his chin up as if he were royalty. "Nothing is wrong. I want to know which side you are on. mines, or theirs." He says with seriousness tinted in his tone. "Side? Ani what-" You try to say before you feel his hand grip your throat.

"I love you. Stop acting dumb and innocent, you know exactly what is happening. Chose me. Yes?"

All these questions, it feels like an integration. The sense of anger fills the room as it surrounds Anakin. The soft boy you knew, one who was so nervous to even make eye contact with you for too long, has been replaced with someone... different.

Anakin huffs, "You said you like me which means you're mine, and you're on my side." The look you give him seems unsettled, but you try to remain calm. "You are going to stay by my side. Everyone will want you on their side, I can't have that. No one will take you away from me, not again."

You're confused. what is Anakin talking about? Sure, I had a little crush on him but... we never really got anywhere.

From the feeling of uncomfortableness, you look away before you feel his hand grip your jaw making you withdraw making him agitated as he tightens his grips glaring at you with his evil eyes. That look makes you feel small as you begin to shrink into yourself.

Anakin can feel the shift inside you, with the voices in his head making him distracted as more time passes. He slowly runs his thumb on your jaw, almost as if he is examining you. What for? Who knows, you don't want to upset him any further.

The nervousness in your throat bobs before you open your mouth, "What are you doing?" you ask softly before he replies, "What I can't look at you? Do you have a problem with me looking at you?" He gets defensive narrowing his eyes. "No, I didn't mean it like that I-" your voice quivers before he cuts you off.

"Don't explain yourself, I know."

The tone sends shivers down your spine as you look in his eyes. Anakin starts to lean in slowly before he kisses you, his lips travel to your neck as he can feel the pulse. Your hand connects with his bicep as you gasp while the kisses on your neck making it to your shoulder before you feel him bite you making you yelp. "Ow Ani." You protest before he shushes you, "Shh, don't be a baby." The Jedi says before he licks a stripe on your neck.

The nerves in your body are starting to rise as you feel his warm tongue on your skin. His dominant soft kisses are planted on your chest as his hands feel on your soft night shirt. The scent of you fills his nose as it surrounds him.

"I don't want to see you with anyone else. I mean it, I will kill them, and make you watch I don't want to hurt you, I really don't but if you're running around the temple with others that isn't me... you're going to go down too." Anakin whispers as he threatens you.

The sentence shocks you, sending shivers down your spine as you are too scared to even look at him, but you force yourself to as your eyes meet with his paranoid ones.

"Do you understand me?" He asks sternly to which you immediately nod. The smile on his face is soft which complexes you with how he just switched his emotions. The man's hand tugs on the hem of your shirt, "Can I lift your shirt?" He gently asks which you say yes to.

Your shirt starts to get lifted until your breasts are exposed to his vision. "You're so... angelic." He mumbles before his slightly rough hand gropes you before squeezing. The softness of his lips meets your breast kissing it before he latches onto your nipple.

Arching your back leaning into him feeling his warm wet mouth on you. He sucks on your breast as he hums making your nipple perk. His hand goes to your other breast squeezing softly making you bite your lip. "So sensitive." he says as you feel your spine tingling.

He kisses your chest before his hand travels down patting your clothed cunt making you squirm and lean into his touch. "Want me to rub your clit?" He kisses your jaw whispering. "Yes please." A whine slips through your lips as you grip his arm. Anakin's hand slips into your underwear as his thumb makes contact with your clit, you gasp in response biting your lip. His thumb starts to make a circular motion before he pulls down your underwear all the way down and his finger makes his way back to your button.

You hum softly from the feeling of his finger on you, touching you, making you feel good. The Sith's Jedi's finger spreads your wetness around your button making you clench your fists. The speed starts to pick up as his finger goes back and forth fast making you cry out. Your legs start to close on their own as you let out soft noises. He grips your thigh spreading them apart, he's stronger than you and you can't resist him as you take the abuse on your poor achy clit.

Your hips rock side to side either trying to get away from the sensation or trying to get more of it. Anakin stops his abuse before he runs a finger on your soaked slit feeling it pulse. He presses down slightly as you feel pressure making you smoothly grind your hips.

"That's what you need? Something inside?"

You nod encouraging him to give you what you need. The soft padding of his finger starts to invade your slit as you bite your lip as you immediately start to clench as his finger goes deeper. Anakin hears the soft noises coming from you as moves his finger.

"Ani..." You moan softly, "That's going to make you cum, isn't it? I know it is baby." He whispers making you squirm as his finger move at a steady pace. You slightly start to grind down on his finger rolling your hips before he pulls away taking the sensation with him. "Not yet want you to cum on my cock."

Anakin pulls his throbbing cock out which is hard and his tip is covered in precum. He kisses your knee before he spreads your legs getting on top of you making you slightly squirm under his frame feeling his hand grip your hip. "Stop it." he demands making you look confused. "Stop what?" You say genuinely confused. "Stop squirming." he grits his teeth.

You feel him pushing against your entrance making you pulse in response, but you shifting makes him glare at you, and a frown forms across your face. "I'm not trying to move, I'm just nervous, you're making me nervous." You look up at him seeing a smirk on his face. "You're scared of me?" he says in response receiving a no from you. "I'm just, on edge I think." You whisper before you feel his hand on your jaw. "Don't be, I'm here." He says with a fake smile but calming you down a little. His tip rubs on your slit before his hand intertwines with yours.

Anakin looks down at you waiting for your green light which he receives. His cock begins pushing into you causing you to squeeze his hand. He keeps pushing in slowly until he's fully seated inside you. The little pants you make catch his attention; he presses little kisses along your jaw along with little whispers. "You ok?" the Jedi asks as you nod in response making him smirk. "Of course you are, you're a big girl, you can handle it." A small kiss is pressed on your forehead as he distracts you from the pain letting you adjust to him.

The Jedi's big hand gropes your boob squeezing it softly as you bite your lip. You see his head lean down before you feel his mouth come into contact with your nipple once again. He begins to suckle softly as your body starts to react making you clench softly around him. A moan escapes your lips as your hand grips Anakin's bicep. "Ani.." you whisper making him look up at you with hooded eyes but don't stop sucking on you.

"I'm ready."

Anakin's hips start to move making you tense, "Don't tense, you'll hurt yourself." He says moving slowly as soft noises fill the room. "Feel good?" He checks in as you nod wrapping your arms around his neck.

In Anakin's head, he doesn't want to go slow like this, he wants to take you hard, so you'll know who you belong to. Having you begging him for more with tears running down your face as you say no one will have you but him. One day... one day you're going to give him everything he wants one way or another. If it means to manipulate and pull a few strings, then so be it.

You gasp softly as you grip him as he smirks in response, "I got you." Your hand shakes with adrenaline as you nod. You feel so full and overwhelmed already while you squeeze his cock making him moan holding onto your hips. His cock thrusts inside of you kissing your forehead praising you on how you're doing so well at taking him.

The slit on his cock drips precum inside you making your cunt squeeze him. Anakin moves his hips back and forth trying to get deeper inside you. So good, it feels so good to be yearned this way. Grabbing your hips he pulls you more onto his pulsing cock making you cry out.

"Shh, you're taking it so well your little pussy is squeezing me like she doesn't want to let go."

The sounds of wetness and skin are heard in a pattern throughout the room. You pull his locs with your soft fingers wanting to keep him close. "Ani, deeper." The neediness is heard through your voice as your bed rocks hitting the wall.

The force inside Anakin gets stronger as he can feel the corruption. The fear, desire, and possession take him further away from the right path, into the darkness. In his mind, you're on the right path and he will do anything to have and keep you.

The pace gets faster as an idea pops into his head. You grip his shoulder letting out whimpers pressing your head under his chin in longing. You feel his hand on your stomach before he whispers into your ear.

"What if, I got you pregnant."

Anakin's urge to get you pregnant so you can stay with him and never leave might be a success in fulfilling the ache and the complexity within the force... in his head.

Your heart drops, neither in a bad or a good it's just... where did this come from. "Hm? What if I knocked you up and had you swollen with my baby. Nothing will ever happen to you." The promise gives you somewhat comfort as it makes your cunt flutter around him.

"I'll take such good care of you, take you away from here wherever you want to go." He whispers feeling your pussy clench as he takes that as a good sign. "Do you like that idea? I can make it true you know, you being a mother to my kids, you being mine and only mine." The tip of his achy cock taps on your g-spot as you moan for him.

You try to push him away you get overwhelmed as your legs start to shake slightly. Anakin shakes his head before he pins your arms down as he grinds into you keeping your legs open. "Don't fight it baby just feel it." A whine comes from you as you lay your head on the pillow grinding on his cock.

Anakin moans, "That's it baby fuck my cock." He helps you grind on him holding your hip while the other slips behind you holding your back. Your breasts jiggle from the thrust as you hold onto the sheets while your hips roll as you repeatedly invite him into you. Your breathing starts to pick up as the thrusts get harder. "C'mon, cum on my cock." He encourages you softly as he keeps the same pace not wanting to disturb your upcoming climax.

You bite your lip as you focus on his cock pumping in and out of you hitting your spot and squeezing your legs around him. Your cunt squeezes his cock before you start to cum around him. "Anakin..." you moan as your thighs shake making him hold you down. Both of your skin is damp pressing against each other as your body temperature rises.

He hums in response as he can feel his climax rising as his now sticky cock rams into you. "Cum in me, Ani do it please." You beg trapping him, so he won't pull out, like he was going to do that in the first place. A groan escapes him as his thrusts get desperate and sloppy as his cock starts to pulse.

"I'm gonna cum." He warns as he pants feeling his abs get tight. You kiss him begging him to cum for you as he pounds your now sensitive pussy. After a few thrusts he cums inside you filling you up just how you wanted collapsing on you. You hold him close to you as both of you calm down from the pleasure.

You feel complete almost, being close to someone like this. Your thoughts say this might not be so bad. All the while Anakin thinks that you trust him as his plan is now in full motion now that he has you by his side, and he won't let anyone change it.

[foxlar13]

OKAY! here it is tongue piercing aaron! please be nice it is the first thing ive ever written for a fandom before and no one has proof read it or anything so ya. (it did not turn out as long as i thought) i hope you guys like it<3

Kevin discovers

It started a week ago. An incessant little clinking noise that, apparently, Kevin was the only one bothered by.

He heard it everywhere, during practice, at edens, in the dorms, laying in bed at night. He couldn’t escape it and he couldn’t get anyone else to acknowledge it either. He had asked Andrew and Neil if they could hear it and he was met with a blank stare and Neil asking if he needed to get checked by Abbey.

He was starting to think he might need to make an appointment with her when he finally discovered where it was coming from.

“It’s you!” Kevin accused. He was sitting next to Aaron on the couch, both of them slumped down watching whatever mindless show Nicky had left on before he disappeared. Both too lazy after a hard practice to care about changing it to something better. Kevin was all too happy to zone out and just be in Aaron’s presence. Not that he could ever tell him that. But on hearing the noise for the millionth time Kevin's back snapped straight and he whipped around to face aaron.

He was met with Aaron's unamused expression, his eyebrow raised and eyes flat.

“what are you talking about?”

“I knew I wasn't crazy! The noise, it’s you! How are you making it? Why are you doing this to me?”

“Kevin, I have no idea what you’re talking about, did you take one too many balls to the head tonight or something? Just be quiet and watch the show.”

Aaron turned to slump back down against the cushion but just as his back was about to hit the soft surface Kevin grabbed his face in both hands and dragged it closer to his own to inspect.

As their faces inched closer the clink clink clink of whatever that god damn noise was got more clear and Kevin found his eyes dragging down the length of Aaron's face. Past his bright hazel eyes that were now wide with shock and confusion, down the slight crooked bridge of his nose that held the remains of what might have been a break, the highest point speckled with freckles and landing with finality at Aaron's mouth. His pretty pink mouth, a stark contrast against the sea of pale that was Aaron.

So pale that Kevin’s hands that spanned the whole length of Aaron's head looked dark in comparison.

“Open your mouth.” Kevin demanded.

Aaron jerked like he’d been struck, pulling back to try and escape Kevin's warm grip on him. But Kevin had found the noise finally and he wasn’t stopping when he was this close to figuring it out.

“You did hit your head didn’t you? Do you need me to check you for a concussion?”

“Aaron.”

“I’m not opening my mouth you psycho now let go.”

But Kevin didn’t let go. He started pushing Aaron's cheeks, puffing them out to try and pry his lips apart. He reached up to put his finger in his mouth to aid his efforts and that must have been Aarons last straw.

Aaron huffed his annoyance against the calloused pad of Kevin's finger and opened his mouth wide.

Kevin’s mind went blissfully blank as he stared at the soft inside of Aaron's mouth. With Aaron’s movements his finger had slipped deeper into his mouth and he felt the cold metal of something on the tip of his finger.

Without thinking he grabbed a hold of Aaron's tongue and pulled.

Aaron released a muffled “Hey!” with little success in stopping kevin.

And there it was. A tongue piercing. A tongue piercing. Aaron has a tongue piercing.

How had Kevin not realized this before? He supposed he’d only just recently started noticing Aaron in a way that was more than friendly, but he spent probably too much time looking at Aaron’s lips, thinking about them on his own, on other parts of him. Looking at how pretty they were. But with their difference in height he didn’t often get a look inside his mouth and Aaron wasn’t in the habit of sticking his tongue out.

Kevin loosened his grip on Aaron's tongue to caress the cool metal, regaining some of his critical thinking back he realized the position they were in.

Kevin, holding Aaron's face with one hand, fingers of the other in his mouth, their faces a breath apart.

“Uh sorry” Kevin mumbled. He relaxed his grip on Aaron’s face and started to pull away. He had barely moved more than an inch when he felt a warm hand on the back of his neck drawing him impossibly closer to Aaron’s face. If he looked he could see the start of a blush working its way through his freckles, coloring the tips of his ears with a pretty shade of pink.

“Aaron?”

“I just, can I kiss you?”

Kevin stared. He stared and stared and stared for too long because he felt Aaron pulling away and he realized his mistake.

“Yes!” Kevin’s voice was too loud in the small space between them. He tried again “Yes please. I would like that.”

As soon as the words left his mouth he started to lean down as he felt Aaron leaning up to meet him halfway.

The first brush of their lips was soft and closed mouthed. Sweet if a bit cautious. He felt Aaron’s hands slide up into his hair as Kevin kept his grip on Aaron’s face.

The second was filled with excitement as their lips slotted together, Kevin felt Aaron’s lips part slightly and he took his chance to tentatively swipe his tongue over Aaron's lips. Aaron reacted by opening his mouth wider to accommodate Kevin’s tongue and Kevin heard him moan as their tongues dragged against each other.

Kevin immediately felt for the piercing and was pleased to feel it against his mouth as he sucked softly on Aaron’s tongue. And yeah that felt good.

They pulled away gasping for breath and touched their foreheads together.

“Okay?” Aaron quietly asked in the small space between them.

“Okay” Kevin replied just as quietly.

Kevin went to lean in again just as they heard the door handle begin rattling from the attempt to get the locked door open.

Aaron stood from his spot on the couch and made a beeline for the bathroom as Nicky entered the room and came to stand in front of Kevin.

“Are you okay? Your face is all flushed.”

“Yeah Nicky, I'm okay.”

[estellesdoll]

◎ 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 & 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 ݂ ᨸ ˙ 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬. ˎˊ˗

summary: Chris’s concern for Y/N’s ice skating bruises leads to a loving exchange and a sweet kiss, showing just how much they mean to each other.

pairing: bsf!chris x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, suggestive

word count: 2.6k

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NAVIGATION

Chris, Matt, and a few of our friends were all gathered in my living room, the air filled with laughter and the occasional burst of excitement as they played video games on my flat screen.

While they were completely engrossed in the game, I found myself more of an observer than an active participant.

I never really got into video games; they just didn’t hold the same appeal for me as they did for the others. But that only seemed to fuel Chris’s determination.

He loved trying to teach me how to play, insisting that I would get the hang of it if I just gave it a chance.

Time and time again, though, our attempts ended in me fumbling with the controls or misunderstanding the game’s objectives.

It became almost a running joke among us—my complete inability to master any of the games they loved. Yet, Chris never got frustrated.

If anything, my failures only made him more persistent, his enthusiasm never waning as he continued to patiently guide me through each level, always convinced that next time would be different.

"Chris... I just don't get it. What am I doing wrong? I can't even move my character around!" I exclaimed in frustration, my voice edged with exasperation as I stared at the screen, trying to make sense of the controls. My fingers hovered uncertainly over the keys, each one a mystery that I couldn't quite unravel. No matter how many times I tried, the movements of my character in the game seemed to have a mind of their own, completely out of sync with what I was trying to do.

But while video games didn’t catch my interest, I had a passion for something else entirely.

I preferred activities that got me out of the house and moving, connecting with the real world in a tangible way.

Sports, in particular, were what I loved most. Among them, ice skating was where my heart truly lay. There was something almost magical about stepping onto the ice, feeling the cold air on my face as I glided across the rink.

Even though it wasn’t always smooth sailing—many times I’d come home with some pretty harsh bruises from falls—I never let that stop me. Those bruises were just a part of the experience, a small price to pay for the sense of freedom and peace that skating gave me.

Ice skating wasn’t just a hobby; it was my escape. Every time I laced up my skates and stepped onto the ice, it felt like all the stress, worries, and negative thoughts from my day melted away.

For that hour and a half, nothing else mattered. The world outside the rink disappeared, and it was just me, the ice, and the rhythm of my movements. It was a time when I could focus entirely on myself, letting the worries of the real world slip into the background. That sense of calm, the feeling of being completely present in the moment, was something I treasured.

Skating showed me a new path, one where I could let go of everything weighing me down, even if it was just for a little while. It wasn’t just about the physical exercise; it was about finding peace within myself, something I desperately needed.

My friend Elise nudged me gently, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Hey, where’d you go?" she asked, her voice curious as she noticed I had been zoning out.

"I’m just going to head to my bedroom real quick," I replied with a smile. "I’ll be back in a minute. Do you want me to grab some refreshments while I’m at it?"

Elise’s eyes lit up at the suggestion. "Oh gosh, yes! It’s getting really hot in here," she said, fanning herself dramatically to emphasize her point. I chuckled softly, feeling the heat in the room myself.

"I thought I was the only one who noticed," I said, sharing a knowing look with her.As I stood up, I couldn’t help but think about how much I loved the cold, one of the many reasons ice skating was such a passion of mine.

There was something about the cool, crisp air on the rink that I found irresistible. I loved the way it chilled my skin, the way it made everything feel sharp and clear. I wasn’t a fan of the heat; in fact, I could barely stand it. The warmth always made me uncomfortable, almost suffocated.

Even at night, I couldn’t sleep if it was too warm—I’d toss and turn, longing for the coolness that seemed so elusive in the summer months.

As these thoughts danced through my mind, I glanced over at Chris, a soft smile tugging at my lips as I watched him, completely engrossed in his game. He was so captivated, his eyes glued to the screen, fingers deftly moving across the controller.

There was something endearing about how focused he got, how the rest of the world seemed to fade away when he was playing. It was one of those little things I loved about him—the way he could lose himself in something so completely.

I smiled to myself, feeling a quiet warmth in my chest that had nothing to do with the heat in the room. It was just Chris, being Chris.

I made my way to my bedroom, pushing the door behind me, thinking I had closed it fully. The room was a sanctuary, quiet and calm, a stark contrast to the lively energy outside.

Without thinking, I went straight to the closet, my fingers automatically reaching for one of Chris’s hoodies. The soft fabric felt familiar and comforting between my fingers, bringing a sense of ease just by holding it.

I grabbed a pair of leggings too, laying both items neatly on the bed, preparing to change into something more comfortable.As I began to undress, peeling off the clothes I’d been wearing all day, I suddenly winced.

A sharp, unexpected pain flared up as the fabric brushed against certain spots on my skin. The sensation made me suck in a breath, my hand instinctively moving to the sore areas.

It was then that I remembered the bruises, the ones I had stubbornly tried to ignore. Curiosity and concern mixed in my mind, urging me to check how bad they really were.

I stepped over to the mirror, standing in front of it in just my bra and panties. The cool air of the room brushed against my bare skin, contrasting sharply with the tender spots where the bruises had formed.

I looked at my reflection, turning slightly to inspect the damage. My fingers lightly traced over the discolored areas, wincing as I pressed too hard on one particularly dark bruise. The purplish marks stood out starkly against my skin, a painful reminder of the falls and impacts I had endured on the ice.

As I stood there, examining my body, I couldn’t help but feel a wave of frustration mixed with a strange sense of acceptance.

The bruises were just part of the price I paid for doing what I loved, but they still hurt, both physically and emotionally.

I sighed softly, my eyes lingering on the marks for a moment longer before I turned away from the mirror.

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CHRIS

"That was awesome! Great game, dude!" I laughed, still high from the match. Matt gave me a congratulatory slap on the back. As the excitement in the room began to die down, I noticed Y/N was missing.

My smile faded as I looked around, realizing she hadn’t come back yet. I turned to the girls on the couch. "Hey, where’s Y/N?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

Elise looked up and smiled. "She went to her room for a bit. She said she’d bring some drinks back."I nodded but felt a bit uneasy.

It wasn’t like Y/N to just disappear without a word. I decided to check on her. "I’m going to see what Y/N’s up to," I said, heading toward her room.

Matt looked over, curious. "Where are you going?""Just checking on Y/N," I said with a quick smile. "She might need some help with the drinks."

As I walked to her room, I felt a growing curiosity about what she was doing. It wasn’t like her to just slip away, and I wanted to see if she was okay. The thought of spending a quiet moment with her made me smile. I approached her door, eager to find out what she was up to.

But as I approached her bedroom door, I noticed it was slightly ajar. I knew that peeking inside without knocking wasn'texactly right, but when I heard her quietly curse under her breath, my curiosity got the better of me.

I carefully moved in front of the door, opening it just a bit more, enough to see inside without revealing myself. Any guilt I felt about sneaking a look vanished the moment I caught sight of her.

She was nearly undressed, standing in front of the mirror, and the way her body flowed into all the right curves left me breathless. She looked absolutely stunning and I couldn't tear my eyes away from her.

But then, as my gaze traveled over her, I noticed something that made my stomach tighten with anger-dark purple bruises marring her skin. I watched as she gently traced her fingertips over them, wincing slightly at the pain.

My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of desire and rising anger swirling inside me. What the hell happened to her? And who could have done this? The sight of those bruises stirred something fierce in me, a protective instinct I couldn't ignore.

I knocked on the door, then quickly stepped back, putting some distance between myself and the doorway.

"One moment!" she called out, her voice slightly breathless. I could hear the faint sound of clothes rustling inside the room, and after what felt like a long minute, the door finally opened.

She reappeared in front of me, a little out of breath, her cheeks flushed.

"Hi, Chris. Do you need anything?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of surprise, as if she hadn’t expected to see me.

"Nothing, really," I replied, trying to sound casual. "I was just wondering where you went."

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Y/N

As the night grew late, people began to say their goodbyes and head out. I walked them to the door, exchanging hugs and thanking them for coming.

When the last of our friends had left, I turned to Matt and Chris with a smile.

"Would you guys like to stay over? I can get the guest room ready for you," I offered, already thinking about the bedding and pillows I’d need to set up.

Matt quickly shook his head. "Oh, we don’t want to be a bother," he said, sounding a little hesitant.

"Nonsense!" I replied with a wave of my hand. "You’re not bothering me at all. I’ll have it ready in just a few minutes."

Chris caught my eye, a bright excitement lighting up his expression. "Sleepover!" he shouted, his voice full of enthusiasm as he nodded eagerly.

The rest of the night passed in a blur of fun and laughter. We ended up watching a couple of episodes of a show and squeezed in some more gaming before we all started to wind down.

When it was finally time to call it a night, I showed them to the guest room, handing them spare toothbrushes and towels. After making sure they had everything they needed, I headed to my own room, feeling the exhaustion of the day catch up with me.

I took a quick shower, letting the warm water relax my muscles, before slipping into bed, ready to let sleep take over.

Just as I was about to fall asleep, there was a soft knock on my door—the second one today. I cleared my throat, my voice still a little raspy as I called out, "Yeah, come in."

Chris slipped into the room, closing the door gently behind him. He looked a bit nervous, which made me sit up a little.

"Hi, Chrissy. How’s my favorite boy doing?" I asked with a tired smile. He chuckled softly and moved closer, sitting on the edge of my bed.

"I’m good. Matt’s already passed out," he said with a grin, but his expression quickly turned more serious. "But, Y/N... are you really okay?" I frowned a bit, confused by the concern in his voice.

"Yeah, I’m fine. Why? Are you alright? Having trouble sleeping?"

"It’s not that," he replied, hesitating. "I’m just... really worried about you, but I didn’t know how to say it without sounding weird."

"Chris, you can tell me anything. You know that, right?" I said, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. He looked at me, clearly struggling to find the right words, but finally took a deep breath. "When you went to change earlier... your door was open a bit, and I... I saw you."

I felt a warm blush creep up my cheeks as I processed what he was saying. I wasn’t sure how to respond, and the silence hung between us until he continued.

"And I saw the bruises, Y/N. Those really bad ones," he added, his voice filled with concern. I groaned, embarrassed, and quickly covered my face with my hands.

"Hey, don’t hide from me," he said gently, pulling my hands away. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about. You look incredible. I just... I’m worried. What happened? How did you get those bruises?" Chris kicked off his shoes and moved closer on the bed, his expression softening as he waited for my answer.

I met his eyes, knowing I couldn’t just brush him off. "It’s from ice skating," I admitted, feeling a bit awkward. "I was trying out some new moves, and... well, this happened."

He looked at me, surprised. "But I thought you quit skating last year?" I sighed.

"I didn’t really quit. I just... didn’t tell anyone. It’s the only thing that makes me really happy right now."

He looked a little hurt at that, his brow furrowing. "The only thing? What about me?" he asked, sounding a bit vulnerable.

I leaned in and kissed his cheek, trying to reassure him. "You make me happy too, Chris. After you, skating’s the next best thing." He smiled, his tension easing.

Gently, he pulled me onto his lap, his hands finding the sore spots on my body and massaging them carefully. I let out a soft moan of relief as his fingers worked their magic. He leaned in, pressing tender kisses to my neck. "It just kills me to see you hurt. Please, be careful, okay? You don’t deserve this."

"Chris, I’m doing my best," I replied, my voice soft. "But falling is just part of skating. It’s how you get better."

He sighed, his voice full of affection. "Sweet girl, I just wish I could be there with you. I’d catch you every time, so you’d never have to hit the ice."

His words felt so genuine that I couldn’t help but lean in and kiss him. As our lips touched, I got lost in the moment, letting everything else fade away until it was just the two of us in that tender, perfect kiss.

[aching-tummies]

Circumnavigating on an Empty Stomach

Had an interesting experience that I think people here will appreciate.

Transit in my city took a major blow a day or two ago. My city is large enough to have train lines running through it as well as bus routes. Likening it to anatomy, the train lines are basically like major veins or arteries while the bus routes are little capillary vessels or whatever, often intersecting with the train lines to ferry people all over the city.

A couple of days back I had to be on-campus for a few of the classes I am taking. I usually have to take 2 buses to get from my place to the right train line to get to my campus (there are multiple train lines running through my city and getting on the wrong one could take you to a random quadrant of the city). I ate breakfast around 8AM, found out through checking my emails that a couple of my classes were cancelled, resulting in me getting undressed and tidying up my house for about three hours until I decided to get ready to attend the remaining classes for the day. I headed out for the buses at noon, expecting to get to my campus by around 1:30PM or so and giving me roughly 90 minutes to heat up a packed lunch and eat it before attending a 3PM class.

Buses got me to the station--no problems there. I live diagonally across the city from campus, so it's usually 15 minutes on each bus and just shy of an hour on the train. About two stops since I got on the train, our train came to a screeching halt. Standing passengers got air as they clung to the hand-rails and poles along the train. Backpacks not secured literally soared 6 or more feet over. Loose thermos containers and water bottles went rolling. It took 25 minutes to get an explanation, and part of the explanation was that we would be stalled where we were for at least another 15 minutes. So…45 minutes of my 90 minute buffer disappeared only 2 minutes into a 55 minute train ride.

By the time I got to campus, there was no time to heat up my packed lunch. I just booked it across campus to my class and committed to paying attention as best I could and trying not to think about how it had been seven hours since I'd eaten anything. Breakfast was a distant memory.

Classes ended a little early for me that day and I got word that the train line issues had been resolved, so I headed to the train platform around 5:30PM. I managed to avoid the temptation of buying food on or around campus because I didn't want to justify buying a meal for a day where I went all the way to campus just to attend a class and a half. I was miserable, hungry, and feeling like I had been cheated out of my entire day because classes canceled or ended early without much notice. I spent more time trying to get to campus than I did actually on campus. In my mind, campus had taken my time and my rage--I refused to give it my money too for what I felt had been a day not-so-well-wasted.

Thirty minutes on the train platform with no trains before we got an answer. The incident that had stalled my train earlier had been resolved, but a new one had just occurred on the other side of the line, essentially grinding all train service to a halt. The platform was packed with 5 train cycles full of passengers. Even if a train had showed up, less than a fifth of the people on the platform would have been able to squeeze on. With trains expected to arrive once every half an hour, if at all, we'd be looking at three hours standing on the platform before any hope of catching a train.

I took a detour. I was miserable, frustrated, angry, and hungry. I had zero interest in standing on a crowded platform for three hours.

I wound up walking to a bus zone about twenty minutes (on foot) away from the train platform to board a bus. Unfortunately, from that part of the city my route home would require 5 different buses to get back to my quadrant of the city. Imagine that Campus is about as far to the West as you can possibly plot it on this quadrants thing. My home is just a bit north of the farthest Eastern point of the city. In order to get back home without relying on the failed trains, my trip home was twenty minutes on foot to the farthest Western point (campus is around it, but not directly on it). Bus 1 would take me deep into the SW quadrant of the city. From the heart of the SW, Bus 2 would get me to the city centre. From the city Centre, bus 3 would get me into the SE quadrant. From there, Bus 4 would take me to the eastern point and from there I'd have a choice of Bus 5 or a 20 minute walk up a steep hill to get back home. My alternate route essentially took me on a round-trip through my entire city. (I have altered the quadrants in this telling--what order they appear in to avoid potentially doxing myself, but circumnavigating my entire city on multiple buses on a 3.5 hour, untested route home was 100% real).

I stumbled into my home just after 9PM. Unfortunately, I was so anxious over the experimental alternate route home and making sure that I did not miss any stops that I was pretty tense throughout my journey home. No growls or grumbles 'cuz I guess I was too tightly wound for anything of the sort to happen. There was just this annoying hollow sensation sitting like a ball of led in my gut starting around 3:30 and not budging until I got home and basically face-planted into the patch of floor just within my front door.

[enigmatist17]

If you told me I would have ever written for Sonic, I would have said you were insane.

Then I saw the trailer for the third movie with Keanu Reeves, and I ended up watching all the live action movies.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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He found Shadow in a crater a few days after everything had settled, the hedgehog's chest barely rising and falling. Not too surprising, he'd fallen from space after all, and even being some sort of enhanced super being could only protect you from so much.

Oh, what was he to do?

Be it fortune, be it fate, Shadow had crashed not far from Green Hills, and doubly so, his inhibitor cuffs had landed within viewing range. Step one completed, the battered hedgehog was carefully placed into a blanket and wrapped up, before being transported to the second safest place within this random small town.

The Mean Bean Coffee Cafe.

Stone was exhausted, but knew that Shadow needed to be kept out of sight. While the news of London and the near devastation of the entire planet was still very much a hot topic, footage of Shadow was surprisingly scarce, which would help in the interim. The Wachowski household was, however, the more pressing issue, and while they had come to an unspoken truce about his living here in town, Shadow?

Well, better to be safe than sorry, right?

The cafe was a neutral zone for both parties, and it would be needed once Stone finally got a proper look at Shadow. While he'd been an unstoppable force the days they had worked together towards an annihilation neither of them knew was coming, it was clear his body had given out after surviving something that should have been impossible. Many of his quills were bent or broken, and a quick bout of googling showed him how to remove most of the damaged quills that were beyond saving, though Stone knew he was going to need additional help. What he could help with were the cuts and dried blood that coated quite a bit of his fur, his emergency kit half depleted by the time Stone was done disinfecting Shadow's wounds. After that, he carried Shadow to the bathtub to carefully clean out the remaining ash and dirt from his body, wincing at how brown the water was by the time he finished.

Oh, what a mess.

Shadow ended up being placed on the couch and wrapped up in a spare blanket, bright white bandages peeking out here and there amongst the fabric as the sole human ran a comb through black and red fur. Stone sighed as he gathered up all the quills he had either removed or had naturally fallen free, and decided to send a text to the one vet with experience handling alien hedgehogs.

NUMBER [REDACTED] : I need your wife to come with whatever veterinary equipment she has, I need a trained eye.

The glowing container full of quills made a pretty nifty lantern, and he set it on a shelf out of the way before going to wait downstairs for Maddie Wachowski to arrive. He pretends not to see Knuckles in the front seat of her truck when they finally arrive, which feels like an eternity later. He is merely standing behind the counter with a cup of coffee prepared for her between them, wondering if Knuckles even remembered the shop. He would be a fool to discount the echidna for the warrior he was, not that he had the first time, so he stands still as Maddie cautiously enters the coffee shop with a large bag slung over her shoulder.

"Agent Stone." Was he still an agent anymore? Eh, Maddie didn't really care, as long as he didn't threaten her kids. "Mind telling me why you texted my husband?"

"To be blunt? You have experience dealing with alien hedgehogs, and I don't." The realization crosses her face within seconds, and the grip on her bag tightens momentarily before she takes a deep breath, letting it out with a slow exhale. "I've done what I could, but I'm trained to deal with human biology, not...space hedgehog biology."

Still sounded ridiculous, but they both had long grown used to the creatures that had changed their lives.

"You expect me to help the..." Maddie bit back some curses, well aware that Knuckles could hear her from inside and knew without looking that he was already alert to the news. "Why?"

"...because he's a child who needs help." The two look at each other for a long time without a word, before Maddie slowly reaches for the coffee cup, keeping eye contact as she took a sip. Sonic had told her a little bit about his conversation with Shadow on the moon (the moon oh her kids still surprised her), but Stone must have had access to files and things G.U.N had tried to suppress. "You can leave instructions if you're not comfortable, but I ju-"

"Where is he?" The now empty mug was set down as she waited, gaze turning resolute as Stone moved towards the back room, leading her up and into the shop's upper level. Shadow hadn't moved an inch since Stone had gone to wait for Maddie, still unconscious as Maddie set her bag on the floor beside the couch, tying her hair up before pulling on some gloves. "I need a basin of warm water, just in case, and some towels."

"Right." Stone hurries away to grab the requested items, taking great care to be as quiet as possible when he returns, hanging back to watch the vet at work. While she was clearly a bit uncomfortable around the being that had threatened her family barely a week ago, Stone could see the gentle way she handled his limbs as she used tweezers to remove broken quills and debris he had not caught the first time with practiced ease. It occurs to him after a moment that it might be some time, so Stone retreats back downstairs, heart rate increasing as he crosses to the front door just enough where Knuckles can see him, beckoning the echidna to enter the shop.

"Goat Milker." Stone raises an eyebrow at the moniker, but says nothing after he locks the door behind the warrior.

"....you like grapes, right?" It's a weary question that receives a nod as Stone heads back behind the counter, pulling out a bag from the fridge he'd forgotten to do something with and placing it on the counter. "Have at it."

"How long has Shadow been hiding here?" Knuckles sniffs the fruit before popping one into his mouth, pleased with the lack of potential poison as he begins to slowly snack on them.

"About five hours, give or take." Knuckles stared at the agent before eating another grape, and Stone wondered how the hell a kid could be so unnerving.

"Did the superior hedgehog speak of his survival?" Another grape is eaten, and Stone shook his head, trying not to inch towards the taser Robotnik had built for him just under the counter. It wouldn't do much more than stun Knuckles, and even then, he doubted it would do anything, but it was nice to know he had a tool of potential survival. "I see."

They both remained silent until the sound of Maddie coming down the stairs broke the air, both of them looking over when she emerged with her bag back over her shoulder.

"He's going to need some time to heal, but if he's anything like Sonic, I'd give it a week, two max. You'll need to keep him clean, and I went ahead and left some creams and painkillers. It...it might be best if you contact us when he wakes up, so I can check-in and take it from there."

"Thank you." Stone felt a tiny flicker of relief run through him, but it doesn't linger enough to make an impact on his anxiety. "I know this was an...unpleasant visit for you."

"You have tried to help kill my children at least twice, unpleasant is the only thing I'm going to say in front of Knuckles." Deep breath in, deep breath out, and Maddie feels the rage leave as fast as it arrived when she exhales. "However, you could have done far more, so that is the only reason I even came here in the first place. What I want to know is what are your plans, both with Shadow and yourself? Do I need to worry about you living in town?"

"Honestly?" Stone leaned over the counter to rest his elbows on the table, giving an exhausted look. "I've barely been able to eat, let alone do anything other than basic life tasks, so you can forget the notion of any sort of "revenge". I really don't care anyways, that was more of..." Stone cut himself off with a strangled noise, ignoring Maddie's look as he took a breath. "With Shadow, I'm just going to make sure G.U.N doesn't come snooping around, it's the least I can do for the poor kid."

"..." Maddie mulled over his words for a moment as Knuckles slipped off his seat, standing beside his mother with his arms crossed. "Taking care of kids is a lot of work, keep up your strength or he'll outpace you."

"He already has."

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Shadow was asleep for another day before he finally came to, and the first thing he smells is coffee. The Professor had let him taste the drink a few times, back when things were different, and it was something Shadow had never forgotten.

Ew Shadow! I don't know how you can drink that stuff, it's so bitter!

This was not the lab, no, this was someone's home that he had been sleeping in, and Shadow felt a slight flicker of fear run through him. The urge to run run run run run is on his mind, but when he tries to do something simple like sit up, his body defying Shadow's wishes by remaining still. His ears twitch when he hears footsteps approaching down a hallway, and quickly feigns sleep right before the person enters the room, his scent familiar, but he can't remember why.

"Still asleep huh? Wish I was that lucky." Oh, it was the younger Robotnik's aide, the one who had stayed by his side until he was abandoned on the planet. Gloved hands lift his right arm hanging over the side of the couch, tucking it under the blanket draped over his body. "There we go." Something was set down on the table before the agent left, Shadow slowly opening his eyes once the footsteps receded. A glass of what looked like water and a plate with a pastry Stone had described as a croissant had been left for him on the nearby coffee table, and if Shadow was honest, it was...not what he expected.

Both are empty when Stone checks in on him a few hours later, and red eyes are staring when he straightens from grabbing the empty dishes.

"You still hungry?" Shadow just stares, lips twitching as he quietly growled. "I'll take that as a no." He hesitates for a moment before going to set the dishes away, getting Shadow some more water before returning to the couch. "Are you in pain?"

A shake of the head, and the growl peters out when the cup of water is set within reach.

"Good...good." Stone sat on the recliner on the other side of the coffee table, clasping his hands together as he and the hedgehog had an impromptu staring contest. "Uh, I wanted to say thanks? For saving the world, even though you uh, didn't have to." Something flickers in Shadow's eyes for a moment before he looks away with a scowl, a shaky hand reaching out to snatch the water cup off the table. "I'm also sorry."

"For what?" His voice is scratchy from dehydration, but Stone can understand him just fine, having perfected the art of mumble translation courtesy of the doctor.

"Everything you went through." The hedgehog on his couch froze before his quills puffed up, a hissing noise that bordered on a straight-out snarl making Stone sit back in his chair while raising his hands up.

"You know nothing." He can't know, he can't know about her and how he almost failed her

"No, I don't. However, I read every document I could get my hands on, so I know more than most." The former agent kept his voice low and calm, slowly lowering his hands when Shadow stopped snarling at him, quills still puffed up in warning. He watched the hedgehog slowly drink the water he'd been given, staring at Stone with that inscrutable expression that seemed to be his default face.

"What do you want from me?" Ah, there it is, and he shoves down the pain that tugs as his heart deep down for another time.

"Nothing." Shadow's eyes widened a fraction of an inch, disbelief clear on his face no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

"You lie."

"Shadow, right now, all I'm focused on is making it to tomorrow." It's a lot to say to a kid, but Shadow has said and gone through worse, so he can handle it. "You have nowhere to go, and G.U.N might try something stupid to a hedgehog who can't even sit up without help right now. I have a spare room, and this town is...safe, I guess, so you'll do fine here." It's a lot of rambling, but Stone was tired. "If you don't want to stay, you don't have to."

"....why help me?" He hadn't cared about leaving Stone on the planet, yet here he was helping Shadow. "You could have died."

"I don't have an answer." The human shrugged, and the two lapsed into silence before Shadow slowly put the glass back on the table, quills now flat against his body.

"Very well."

Stone isn't sure what he's signed up for, but it's not the strangest thing he's ever done, taking in a being apparently labeled the Ultimate Lifeform.

Just another Tuesday.

[dickmedowndc]

Misunderstandings - J'onn J'onzz x Reader

Word Count: 1,385

Summary: Working on the tower or in any vicinity of a hero was never a safe job – and while staff often got to avoid the worst of it, they were not always spared from injury. You had been lucky up until this point, managing to avoid the fray until one bad choice to switch a shift and help a coworker out. You got off lucky though, despite being one of the last to evacuate the room, you would heal just fine. At least that was what Martian Manhunter told you. But the coming days found him at your side more often than not despite being cleared, and you were unaware of the circulating theories surrounding the two of you.

Notes: Requested by @bellagomez-barriga (Tumblr). I really don’t know enough about the show you originally requested it from, honestly, but I tried to give you something close. I hope you guys enjoy! 

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It had to be today. Of course it did. 

This was what you got for willingly switching shifts with your coworker, not that you would have wished them into your situation instead – you wouldn’t. But it didn’t make the panic that set in along with the blare of the warning alarms any duller in your mind. 

You weren’t even sure what the threat was. If there had been an announcement over the comm systems then you had certainly missed it. But given the way the speakers seemed to crackle with white noise, it was more likely that communications had just been jammed instead. 

There was no real time to think as the sirens seemed to blare louder in the hallways, workers making a break for whichever designated safe zone was nearest to them. 

A few remained at their posts stubbornly, either the more seasoned workers or those newer who just didn’t seem to fear whatever unknown was headed for the tower and everyone inside. 

It wasn’t like you had much time to think on the matter, or even double back to your own station in some last-ditch heroics – though your survival instincts screamed at you to keep moving. Because a moment later, as you made it to the threshold of the door, the entire tower shook and groaned under the impact of something against the exterior walls. The force shook you off your feet and sent you colliding with the harsh metal of the door frame, effectively knocking the air out of you. 

For a moment you couldn’t tell if it was the shaking of the walls or the force of your impact that had the room spinning. All you could remember was trying to get to your feet, every nerve still screaming that you needed to get somewhere safe, before blurry vision gave way to pitch black. 

When you finally came to, the attack was over. You tried moving but the blinding lights of the med bay only made you wince, raising one arm to cover your eyes to try and relieve the pounding in your head. 

“It’s good to see you awake.” 

The voice was familiar, but it took a moment longer for you to place it before you hesitantly pulled your arm away and looked to your left. 

Thankfully he seemed to block out the worst of the lights, and while you still had to squint, it only took a moment before your eyes finally adjusted. Before you stood The Martian Manhunter, seeming to check over your vitals rather than look directly at you. 

“Do I want to know what happened?” 

“When the Watchtower was attacked you were thrown off balance and suffered a blow to the head, it knocked you unconscious. Some of the other staff saw and were able to get you to a safe zone until the worst of it passed, and then brought you here to the medical bay.” Finally, he turned to look at you, content with what he saw on the screens. “How are you feeling?” 

“Like I just got my head slammed into a wall,” you gripped, choosing to go back to closing your eyes as the headache steadily got stronger. 

 “Did you sustain any other injuries?” 

“Only this headache and maybe my pride – depends on who saw me.” You risked a glance over to the Martian and noticed the uptick of his mouth for only a moment before his prior expression returned. 

“That I cannot answer. You were already here when I arrived. But I may be able to find something to aid with your headache.” 

“It would be appreciated.” You try to sound as sincere as you can with the pounding in your head, honestly grateful for the chance to ease the pain. “Thank you.” 

“Of course, I'll see what I can do.” 

At some point after he walks away you must fall asleep, because the next thing you know you’re waking up again to a nurse standing over you, offering medicine and a glass of water. 

Thankfully you got off easy, especially compared to some of the others who had been working that day, and in only a few hours they let you out of med bay on the condition you return the next day for a follow up. Just a precaution, they tell you, and you agree, eager to get back on your feet. Especially since your shift ended almost three hours prior and the thought of getting to sleep in your own bed was sirens call. 

Good things can never last forever though, and sooner than you would have liked you had been awakened by your alarm and set off to assist with the clean up around the tower. Besides, you were still due to check back with medical about your injury the day before. And that was non-negotiable, you had seen them track down people through the halls for less. 

You shivered at the thought as you stepped into the hallway. 

“Are you okay?” 

The question shocked you and you whipped around, finding no one at first before glancing up, spotting the resident Martian halfway phased through the wall. 

You blinked once or twice in surprise before nodding. “Feeling better, but I still have to do a follow up with medical today.” 

“You were shivering a moment ago.” 

[ncsdlr]

Me and My Reflection

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Warnings: smut, MDNI, 18+, growth(?), use of wanda's powers

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Reflection!Wanda Maximoff

A/N: this is requested by @selfcestmovies. we've been talking back and forth about this and did some brainstorming, i hope you guys like this.

A/N: also feel so fucking honored to be the one writing this🥺

credit to @selfcestmovies for the AI Artwork

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The heat rising from the pan grounded Wanda somehow, but her mind waved through the aroma of the perfectly cooked pancakes she was preparing for Natasha and herself. Natasha watched her friend grow an auto-pilot-like pace in her cooking, observing as Wanda's eyes seemed devoid.

In Wanda's mind, though, things weren't as devoid or auto-pilot-like. Her mind was on more specific and impure topics. She kept thinking of all the times she'd been sexually active way back in her youth. She remembered the hands that ran over her skin, the minuscule sizes of her counterparts, and the usually unsatisfactory ending of her wild nights.

Now that Wanda's older and seemingly more knowledgable in that aspect of living, though, she's thought about experimenting with what she could do in the bedroom. It'd been weeks, and Wanda felt like she'd already tried every trick in the book. Whatever that book was.

Natasha hadn't even realized she'd zoned out before her plate was slid to her. Natasha barely even got to glance at her perfectly arranged eggs, bacon, and pancakes before her hand flew up to swat at the one patting her head. And before she could even retaliate to Wanda with a snappy comment, the witch-to-be was gone.

****

Later, in her room, Wanda held a blueberry in her hand while chewing on another while sat on her knees in front of her full body mirror. She sat there, looking deep into her own eyes, once again lost in her own little mind. Her eyes trailed down her own body, her eyes running down to her perfectly rounded breasts then to the inward curve of her waist where her shirt rode up just the slightest bit to show the tiniest bit of her soft skin.

Hot damn, she thought. She'd heard the phrase from one of the younger recruits, one she was close with. I look so good, she continued.

Wanda set her one blueberry down, sitting a little straighter on her knees. She placed her hands on her mirror and used her powers to...Well, she didn't know yet. Whatever she was trying to do, it was working. Her red tendrils pulled another set of hands from inside the mirror, her reflection moving with her as she pulled herself away from the mirror.

In her stomach, she felt a slight pull. Almost like she was laundry being twisted to secrete remaining drops of water, but not painfully. Then the feeling turned into something like a vision. She couldn't see anything in her mind, but she felt something was being shown to her. A single heartbeat echoed in her mind seconds later. Then came another, and another, and another until all she could hear was a mix of heartbeats one of her own and another that wasn't hers.

As Wanda closed her eyes and sighed, letting the feeling in her core take over the entirety of her nerves, a knock disrupts the silence of her room. With a grunt at her focus being deterred, Wanda rises from her kneeling position and pulls her door open to reveal one of the newer trainees in SHIELD.

"Y/N, what's up?" She greeted.

"Were you busy? Natasha told me to come get you."

With a sigh, Wanda responded, "I'll be down in a minute."

Y/N nodded and left Wanda's room. Once left alone again, Wanda walked back in front of her mirror, squinting st herself in curiousity.

Hm.

****

A few days later, Wanda found herself back in the gym, only this time she was alone (or was she), staring at her own reflection as she ran four miles on the treadmill. It was only on the third mile that she started to feel the slight burn in her calves.

To distract herself, Wanda allowed her mind to wander through thought after thought before settling on a final one. She discussed her powers with herself, effectively stealing her attention on her calves to the vast possibilities her powers could take on. She debated whether or not she could levitate someone and shake them mid-air. Wanda thought that was too cruel and dark to delve into, so she shook her head and thought about how meaningful life could be.

Or maybe she could make a dog with her scarlet tendrils?

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Goodness, she was disgusting. Fucking herself in front of the very open-to-everyone gym of the avenger's tower? What a fucking slut, she thought to herself. Despite how she looked down upon herself though, she kept going, the words her reflection muttering to her egging her on to fuck herself harder on her fingers.

It had started as a staring contest with herself, to see if her reflection would blink before she did. It was dumb, but if it weren't for that she would have this kind of contest with her reflection. A loud moan tore through her throat as the tips of her fingers curved against the engorged sweet spot in her wet pussy.

Wanda was on her knees in front of the locker room mirrors, one hand behind her back to support her weight while her other fucked into herself nearly senselessly. She'd gotten rid of her clothes long ago, thinking that she was going to rinse herself, but now, she found a new purpose for her lack of clothing; maturation in front of a mirror.

"That's it Wanda, fuck yourself like that." Her reflection spoke as she watched her fingers pump into her. "Do it like that, Wan."

Wanda proceeded to fuck herself with her fingers, unknowingly getting harsher and harsher with her thrusts. Wanda felt her sweat dripping down her back and the side of her face. The heel of her palm brushed her pretty pink clit, the sensation nearly enough to make her cum.

"Look at me before you let yourself go, Wanda. Look at me, look at what you make me do to myself."

Wanda's eyes snapped to her reflection, eyeing the way her reflection toyed with her own clit with an agape mouth and hazy eyes. Wanda mewled at the sight of her reflections pussy, open, glistening, and wet, it was such a pretty sight to her. So, in a moment of deperation, she pulled her eyes back up to meet her own in the mirror.

"Please, please, I'm gonna cum." Wanda begged, her eyes welling up with a shallow pool of tears.

"God, I wanna feel you up so bad, sweetie. Go ahead, cum for me, Wan."

Wanda squeezed her eyes tightly shut, her orgasms overwhelming her senses more than she had anticipated. As she calmed down, Wanda panted, slowly blinking her eyes open in her hazy state. Wanda looked up from her fingers with a slackened jaw, her eyes finding her own in the mirror as her reflection smiled back at her.

"My goodness, is this real?" Wanda panted.

"Are you asking if you brought me to life or if you just fucked yourself in front of a mirror?" Replied her reflection.

Wanda gave out a tired chuckle, "Perhaps a bit of both, honey."

Suddenly, her reflection's expression changed. Her reflection went from smiling brightly to a solemnly facing her, now sat straighter on her knees much like to how wanda was positioned in front of the mirror.

"I-I think... you're losing the connection. Wands.." was the last thing she heard from her reflection before it was copying all that she did in front of it again. Wanda's eyes fell to the top of her naked thighs, disappointed eyes finding smooth skin only to face the blackness of an empty feeling in her stomach.

****

She didn't know how she did it. She wasn't even aware that she was capable of doing this. but hey, look at her now. Before everything happened she recalled debating whether or not she should go to the party this coming Friday, and then the next she was planning an outfit for the aforementioned party, and then here she was now.

Wanda was, once again, masturbating in front of her mirror, allowing her reflection's words to guide what her fingers did to her sodden cunt. The only difference now was that her reflection was not in her mirror, reflection Wanda was pressed up behind non-reflection Wanda's back, muttering dirty little phrases into her ear, encouraging her to fuck into herself harder than she already was.

"Come on, Wanda, don't be such a useless slut who can't even make herself cum."

Wanda leaned her head back, laying it on her reflection's shoulder. Her pants came in short breaths, breathing in the slightest bit of air before being forced to breathe it out at the way her fingers reached deep into her sopping cunt. But, apparently, this wasn't enough for her reflection. So, instead of encouraging her more, Wanda's reflection grunted, throwing her head to the side as a look of frustration overtook her features.

"Do I really have to do everything by myself?" Wanda moaned as her reflection tore her hand away from her core and replaced them with her own, fucking her with a vigor that she never even thought existed. Wanda's moans turned into screams tearing through her lungs. The ways in which her reflection fucked into her seemingly without so much thought had her grabbing at her reflection's thighs beside her own, fingernails embedding itself on plush skin.

"Fuck, Wands, fuck, fuck, fuck, you're gonna make me cum so- ah, so hard," was all Wanda could say before she urgently screamed out, "I'm cumming, cumming!"

"Cum," Her reflection said, speeding up her curling fingers and cupping all of Wanda's cum as it jetted out of her. This was her fourth time having an orgasm within an hour, and she was pretty sure this was going to be her last as she sank into her reflection body and lay there flaccidly.

"Can you give me one more or do you think that's your last one, honey?" Her reflection gently whispered.

"Think that's my last one, but please don't go yet. Wan' you to stay with me, please."

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They laid still together, Wanda tracing her fingers over her reflection's shoulder as they did so. It'd been a couple hours at most, they weren't sure. All they were aware of was their situation and each other.

"So you figured out how to pull me out of the mirror, huh?" Her reflection smiled.

Wanda chuckles, "Guess I did. I'm still not sure how I did it, though." She paused, recalling everything she felt and trieod in the process of pulling her reflection out of the mirror. "But I felt like I was...being squeezed around my waist. It was tight night to hurt, hut didn't actually hurt. Does that make sense to you?"

"Yes, because I felt the same thing," Her reflection paused, mulling over her thoughts and emotions on the whole situation. "Something tells me I won't be here when you wake up."

Wanda looks up at her reflection from her laying position on her chest, "I'll be content falling asleep next to you."

Then they were overtaken with silence once more, only this time both wandas felt more at ease, more relaxed. They felt more connected now than any other time they spent together. They just hoped that this was something non-reflection Wanda could uphold for longer periods of time instead of fleeting moments of comfort like this.

[triocat]

Alright so for a belated Christmas present here's part 2 of the 0!Tiff stuff which is now going to be chopped up into multiple asks (for the sake of time and to prevent any more computer problems on your end) and is now going to be called...

*INSERT SOUND OF DRAMATIC DRUMROLL HERE*

~The FalseFumu AU~

Ok so first, one more group of addendums

CW:This is going to have {2} particularly disturbing scenes involving stuff pouring out of one's mouth and I would like for you to tell me how well I did

• The reason why this version of Tiffumu out of any and all others had the last laugh, at least in a sense, was because, just before she got knocked out, she acted on the sudden impulse to call the WarpStar™ to help her, though pained and quiet it ended up coming out as (which had the fortunette(?) side effect of it being too indesurnable for 02 to properly react to (not that him knowing what she said would've really helped him much))

• When she called upon the star, it responded by sending some of it's nigh boundless power to help her out, though by the time it reached her, she was already knocked out, so it improvised and did the only thing it could do at the time and coalesced into a protective sphere for her now dormant consiesness (which has the bonus of being invisible to beings of pure negativity like 02) and hiding within the deepest recesses of her mind

• When the Ebrum twins went to play with Kirby, he could tell something was off with Tiff, like he had an intense feeling that she wasn't what she seemed, though everyone just chalked it up to him acting weird because he can't talk well (and even if he could, who'd believe him anyways)

• Funnily enough, the OG version of "Control Over Mind And Body" had 02 experiencing deja-vu when looking at Castle DeDeDe despite it looking "[not] that interesting or notable" and maybe that could be like trace amounts of tiff still remaining before he officially does the whole rooting thing and link him and her together proper

• After the rooting thing, (which, BTW, happens shortly after the "Castle DeDeDe...?" part of the story, specifically for the check-up), the first instance of the link interfering is in dr. Yabui's office where they slightly zone out looking at and being strangely fascinated by a diagram of a cappy's body and then looking down at theirs and being even more strangely fascinated by merely having one before being snapped out of it and quickly dismissing it as just a weird feeling (yeah, in this story, 02 gets pretty dence about this kind of stuff)

• Another instance of this occurs when they're manipulating DDD and Escargoon, manifesting as a weirdly intense fury for the penguin, like, 02 already dislikes the king, but they feel really upset at them, to the point where they're struggling not to be mean at him, let alone to avoid just gutting him for trying to kill Kirby being this dimension's version of someone that almost caused 02's demise (they somehow manage to fool the king but not quite the snail and after that was the part where they start spiraling)

• The very night after they found that cool looking shell, 02 had a nightmare where they were in a black void with a wooden floor, being judged by Z E R O, (looking particularly like his more humanoid design made for "KRBAY:A Reoccurring Nightmare"), specifically for being a dishonorable coward who ran away and for being soft twords the dark matter clan and just generally being a manifestation of 02's feelings of total inadequacy, with it's final words before the dream ends being an ultimatum that"If you dare as to let your feelings resemble anything like this ungrateful brat of a vessel, you will NEVER be worthy of being my second coming, and your clan will wish I was still ruling over them instead of you"

(Even after he gets flayed by Kirby using a artifact known as the "Love-Love stick" whist getting shot at by one of his "defective" spawn, Zero STILL remains one of, if not the biggest scumbags in the Kirby franchise)

• When the whole entanglement process really began to happen, 02 decided to avoid mirrors, as looking into them fed the ever growing part of him that accepted Tiff as herself and he did not want to let Tiff win over them

• Around the time 02 began to really become Tiff mentally, her body, in turn, began to...make itself more comfy for the dark matter inside it and slowly mutated into one more fitting for a cross between 02 and Tiffumu (hence why I called his left eye the "original" body) which, aside from being in painful growth spurts, also made them look a bit off-model (white-ish hands, thinning height, and the like)

• When he tried to shift their form back in line of how it used to be, the growth just sped up and got more painful, (to the point where it started to feel like her very ORGANS were shifting places), which ended up being one of the prime reasons why they decided to get some alone time to gather up their thoughts and reformat them to something else other than a whirlwind of emotions

• I originally had 0!Tiff just lock herself in a room or something but then I realized that...well...this is 02 were talking about, so he could instead lock everyone out of the castle Ripple Star Style (ala chase everyone out and envelop the castle in darkness)

• Due to being almost completely overwhelmed by the thoughts swarming through their head and the dark matter clan unknowingly joining in, (which ends up being especially bad considering that Tiff's memory of being possessed and resulting trauma are now also being re-expereanced), they decide to give the clan the order to chase everyone else out of the castle but to not possess them (which, despite doing anyways, does confuse them a bit) except for 3, which she gives free will and instructs them to give a diet version to the others so that they can roam the halls for intruders and do so without him having to instruct them (hence, why they have different looking eyes now, as well as explaining how Kirby managed to convert them onto his side)

• I guess I should also mention that the soon-to-be hybrid, like, up-chucked the entire dark matter clan to get them out (and I DO mean up-chucked like she straight up vomitted the dark matter clan) due to the pain he was feeling

• When he entered the bathroom, her body started to mutate for the final time, and man, did the growing pains not disappoint, for they started to feel their ribs push out, their bones stretch, and their eyes churn, but the most memorable part of the experience was when the mouth started bleeding and it felt like their tounge was being pushed out and he leaned over the toilet to try and drain it, only to cough out her own tounge and watch in horror and fascination as a cactus looking replacement immediately began to grow in it's place

• They REALLY didn't want to look into the mirror, in fear of what they currently looked like and/or what it would make them feel, but a persistent little part of them told themselves that they would never have closure if they let fear purely dictate what they should do

• When they innevably look at themselves in the mirror, their reflection was that of...themself...and as they admired every detail, they started to finally feel...relieved and even comfortable with themself, like they transformed from a bunch of intrusive and contradictory thoughts into a brand new them...of course, the second they actually register that thought of being a new entity, they immediately go back into panic mode as the part of them that once was 02 wanted to cling desperately to it's own identity as an angel of the dark via calling his name... only to slowly realize that that name no longer... fits them... like it doesn't really even register as being their actual name anymore... they try again... same lack of personal connection with it... they start SCREAMING his full self-given title at her reflection... their own breath starts to waver in fear and confusion... they try to convince themself about who they should be by telling Tiff that she won't win and that the light will drown in despair... but they are already starting to doubt if that will even happen at this point or even if it should as the face in the mirror starts to cry... they start to instruct Tiff that this isn't funny and that she should quit being in their head and get back in line if she knows what's good for her... but then they remember that they are the one inside her head... and then, almost as if by cue, a thought flies by that definitely breaks the last safety net that they had left, in an attempt to correct a perceived flaw in an argument...

"02... was the one in Tiff's head... and now she and him exist purely in mine."

02 is... as an definitive entity... gone

Tiff's subconscious mind had pretty much absorbed him completely

The resulting hybrid entity, who's pride about being the heir to Zero's throne that kept them going now replaced by a bottomless pit of regret, now started to wonder if they should go on or even can go on and starts to admit to themself that the light had won and tried to call themself Tiff to honor her and say that she had officially won over the angel...

...but no one responded

For you see, Tiff unaware absorption of 02 had, paradoxically, caused the total annihilation of Tiff as anyone knew her as well

They weren't Tiff and they are not 02

Being a entity who now completely sees themself as a hybrid between a child that's too rude to be listened to and a misshapen nest pretending to be a king of darkness, all that now was on their mind was a simple yet seemingly impossible question...

"Who am I?"

They then tried to do the three options I described in the initial ask, in a desperate attempt to get some certainty about their identity back

They reached to pull their left eye out first, feeling like the world's better off without 02, before his necrophobia and care for the dark matter clan kicked in

They then thought about defenestrating themself as to finally steal the last laugh from Tiff and feed off of her family's sorrows but that ended up just making them scared of doing it

Finally, they tried to defuse so that they could both be themselves again (though with some hesitation, it is worth at least trying)...

The attempt resulted in pain, and when they looked to see what the problem was...

It turned out to be the fact that, as 02, they rooted themself to Tiff's mind

That was it... That was the problem... It wasn't just the shell nor her stubbornness nor the power of the WarpStar... It was 02 and his cockiness that defeated himself...

With final chuckle, though sounding more like croaking, the hybrid said onto themself...

"I guess you really did get me this time, haven't you Tiff."

.....

... But just before they could decide on plucking their old body out of it's socket again, the door starts to creak open, startling the poor thing, and out pops in...

~Kabii~

A flurry of emotions smashed into them after seeing his face and hearing him call the other half of the vessel's name but what the processed final result ended up being was a unmotivated claim of coming here to mock the part of them that was 02

Kirby doesn't really pay it any mind and go to check if they have any injuries, self-given or other wise

They just give up any fighting back and just ask about how Kirby always has some part to play whenever dark matter ambitions get snuff, not really for a definitive answer but just because they feel like it's just fate than pit them together

Kirby poyos a bit more as they ask if he can say much of anything else to which he responded with, of course, the name of his favorite food

This offends them, like, they just suffered a emotional hurricane and lost all sense of purpose and all Kirby has to say is something to do with FOOD

They then start to yell at Kirby, moreso being upset in general about how they will never ever ever get to be anything other than a misshapen copycat of 0

As the rage dies out and they start to realize what they are doing, they realize that they got upset at a mere infant just for saying what was probably just the thing on their mind, thus, in theirs, confirming their fears of inadequacy

When they let go of Kirby, they lie down, back to the ceiling, and place their arms on lower part of it as they call upon the Warp Star within Kirby, granting him the star rod ability before telling him to rid the world and his caretaker of 02, thinking that Kirby probably already got rid of the rest of dark matter considering that he's already gotten this far

Out of pity and because he actually spared the others (trust me, we'll get to that) decided to instead leave the room in order to get his new friend a "cheer up" snack

Meanwhile, the hybrid saw it as the ultimate insult to injury, with them thinking that Kirby found so pathetic that he left them in their own grief

"GG, Kirby... GG"

Kirby went back into the room and said his favorite food again, much to their dismay, thinking he's just announcing his favorite food on loop for some reason

They looked up just to tell him to stop only to that Kirby had brought a dish of watermelonly delight alongside 3 balls of dark matter that Kirby befriended

The dark matter explained that Kirby wanted a similar thing that they did so they made a truce to try and help both parties out

The hybrid states that, at this point, Tiff as Kirby knew her, doesn't really exist anymore to which Kirby thinks about it and then does something that basically says that he's fine with any version of Tiffumu

The hybrid thanks Kirby and in response Kirby calls them "zee-ru tif" which makes them so emotional that they pass out and have another strange dream

...BUT DAT'S A STORY FOR ANOTHER DAY

BONUS CONTENT:

• When I said that they "...promised to be a better Tiff than she ever was,"I meant that she was going to be and act like an actual Tiff without foresaking his new identity as a hybrid between her and 02 (Superior Spiderman, despite being a Spiderman, still has very clear influences from his past life as Doctor Octopus, what with his 4 extra robotic limbs and all that)

• When in their "ANGEL" form, they start to move a bit like a puppet on strings (like how I imagine normal possessed!tiff moves like in that form)

• She can actually see through TV static (and maybe even climb out of) referencing Kirby 64 (with shiver star and that poem), the anime (Channel DDD), and IRL dark matter (cosmic radiation and all that,like check out UpIsNotJump, he's great)

[legokingfisher]

The lineup 💪 (about half my Ninjago ocs, as of dragons rising) from left to right, Two-Worlds (she/her), Chloe (she/her), Alcyo (he/him), and Elapis (he/they).

a lil more abt them vv

Two-Worlds is a hent (speculative etymological ninjagan term for amphicyonids, aka bear-dogs… google em, they’re pretty cool and not extinct in the Ninjago universe in my mind palace/hc zone) hailing from my friend’s fan-realm called Creatura. She’s not actually supposed to be in a humanoid form, it was artificially induced via magic. Her true form is much larger and much more quadrupedal like other creaturans (who just look like oversized, strangely colored but otherwise normal animals). She prefers this form though because she was raised in Ninjago around exclusively humans and got some body dysmorphia out of it… and as for why she’s a cowboy, it’s because she felt like it. She’s been wandering the merged lands searching for her scattered friends and family.

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Chloe is a Fangpyre serpentine, and she looks pretty lizard-y because for some reason Fangpyre are more monitor lizard-ish than snake-ish in my head. She’s got special interests in pop culture and history, particularly human pop culture and ways in which human and serpentine history interact. Girlie is like a walking archive. Since the merge she’s been wanting to digitize and transcribe what remains of non-digitized archives and libraries, as the merge has made her all the more aware of how often natural disasters can destroy physical/recorded history. She’s pretty thrilled that Lloyd’s letting her digitize/transcribe scrolls in the monastery.

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Alcyo is a master of an element i Made The Fuck Up for fun: mist. It’s a running gag that ppl (including him way back when) hear there’s elements of smoke and mist and go “…what’s the difference?” lmao. He’s no fighter, but still wanted help/training to use his element, and that’s how he knew Ash. He’s a geosciences guy like me and has been freaking out over . Well. Everything (lol he inspired that post) since the merge. He’s been getting together with ppl like him from across the merged realms (that is, geosci, eco, etc ppl who are as alarmed as he is) in order to document all the shit going on with the planet now as well as try to plan remediation efforts. I imagine governments have been a bit hesitant to work with a rogue group of jittery sleep deprived scientists but they (Alcyo’s ppl) try. I imagine they are the ones making the new maps and shit like that as well. He just wants to go back to his old day jobs and see Ash again. Sorry buddy, you can only have one of those back lmao

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Elapis is a hypnobrai who’s been friends with Chloe since childhood. They’re significantly more jaded and pessimistic than she is but they’ve always appreciated her encouragement to pursue music. He probably knows how to play quite a few instruments but he’s usually That Asshole With A Guitar in my brain lmao. He likes learning about other peoples as much as Chloe does though (albeit through music scenes rather than reading) which is why the two became friends. He doesn’t know where she’s gone since the merge and hopes he can see her again one day. He’s found her siblings but not her, and it’s been pretty frustrating. Other than that, they’ve passed the time by jamming with all sorts of people at the Crossroads. Arin and Sora might have seen them around, performing.