#they kinda get FEELINGS for each other during that time period because neither of them see many people around and they're both lonely

[wheredidalltheusersgo]

I think I accidentally made an Aleduncan AU where Alejandro is a witch and Duncan is an outlaw

[vickyvicarious]

Chat I just realised that October 24 was the second Harker monthversary

Their wedding August 24 was spent with Jonathan unable to even sit up

September 24 was spent with Mina reeling after reading Jonathan's journal (on top of mourning Hawkins and Lucy), Jonathan still struggling in his miserable state after a huge shock

October 24 was spent with Mina catatonic, struggling in her miserable state, as Jonathan receives news that the ship with their prey is coming to their snare (only to slip away soon)

Their marriage has been one misfortune after the other, absolute worst period of their lives

I mean, nothing you say is wrong exactly. But while I don't think you're speaking badly of their marriage itself at all, I still kinda object to the implied tone of that last line. Partially because these terrible things both predated their marriage and also are largely unrelated to it; they'd be happening regardless, even if they were still just engaged. In fact, their marriage is a huge source of light and comfort to sustain them throughout this darkness.

Their wedding on August 24 was a miraculous reunion after months of horrible separation. The fact that they couldn't wait to get married until he was able to sit up is a sign of how much they love one another and how eager they were to devote themselves to each other for the rest of their lives. It also was the day Jonathan handed over the greatest expression of trust (his diary) and Mina responded in kind (sealing it).

September 24 was spent with Mina refusing to dismiss Jonathan's experiences, because even if they were just madness, he still suffered as much from them as if they were real. She immediately is willing to seriously consider the possibility of the threat and to make preparations to protect him if it's real. We also are told on the 23rd that Jonathan is doing a bit better after his shock and on the 25th he is away on a business trip. So while he certainly is still having a rough time on the monthly anniversary, it's at least a moment of upwards trajectory however slight.

October 24 had Mina struggling, absolutely, and Jonathan didn't know the ship was going to leave. But she wasn't totally catatonic, and based on her knowing the train schedules later she may well have had enough energy and interest in things to interact with Jonathan behind closed doors. Most of their private moments are. Certainly the telegram arriving was welcome news. If we count the fact that it was misleading against them (something they don't learn till a little later), then I feel like I should get to counter that only a few days later Mina was able to be more active and feel more alive when Dracula started trying to break their connection.

Like... obviously this is indeed a terrible time for them. And their monthly anniversaries during it involve some pretty awful stuff. But it's neither the worst things (at least they didn't get married on the 3rd!), nor is it lacking hope and comfort throughout. And much of that is directly due to their marriage. So if it's been one misfortune after another so far, well. At least they have each other throughout all of that! It may not be as tangible but it makes such a huge difference.

All that said... yeah, this has been a rough few starting months. They deserve a proper honeymoon.

[citrus-simp]

Can we see little blurb as a full length fic for requests this was adorable yet so naughty

{AN}-> I'm debating if I should make this a strict NSFW page where all the deep thirst is but at the same time I like writing fluff too, hmmmmm, I'm honestly doing this memory and kinda altered it a bit

{AN prt2} this is extremely overdue.

warnings; Smut; female reader, dirty talk, language. possessive, thigh riding, multiple orgasms(?), Overstim (?), proceed at your own risk!!

All characters are above the age of 18, taking place AFTER UA high.

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It all mostly started because you wanted more experience than what you currently had. You were fresh out of UA, ready to head-on with your life. Although, you're off to a pretty good start since you had a pretty nice place to stay with your roommate, Izuku. You had already been good friends so sharing a place to live wasn't a bad idea. You both put in your fair share of the rent, groceries, and other bills. On top of that, you also kept each other in good company.

However, at some point, everyone gets a little romantically lonely and you were feeling it more than ever. You decided to start dating but none of the guys you had met weren't meeting your expectations. They were shallow, some of them were too pervy, and immature and others just wanted sex.

So something had possessed you to go to Bakugo. Do not let his character fool you, this man attracts women like ants to honey. He was built like a god, had gorgeous features, strong, and was...experienced. Long story short you had both become friends with benefits after you came to some agreements.

1. this would remain between you both. He was big on privacy

2. if this were to happen neither you nor him would sleep with other people, for health purposes

3. if there were to be something more, you would have to let him know right away.

they were reasonable enough so, of course, you agreed. Whenever you need some company or something more you just give him a call or go over to his place. It was a lot more than just hookups tho, the sex was amazing but having him to yourself was really great too. During your periods if your cramps were bad and you just wanted cuddles, he would lay with you for however long you needed. Or maybe you wanted to go shopping and needed some help picking stuff out, he'll come with you

Oh, and he has a habit of sending you to get something so he could pay a majority of the sum. He somehow gets it right every time so you think you snagged a deal. Sometimes he spoils you and buys you some nice lingerie for special nights.

Well, today you had told him you could have a movie night. Only he had opened the door to something he did not like. You were playing some video games with Izuku before he had to go out, and you had your legs laid across his lap. His arms resting over your legs. In Bakugou's opinion, he was way too close to you.

"Maybe I should leave since you guys are having fun together." he sneered crossing his arms at the scene.

"Katsuki! You're here!" you said pausing the game "we were just playing a few rounds before Izuku went out," you said as you stood up from your spot

"Hey Kachan, I was just heading to the agency, it was good to see you again though," he said grabbing his phone and heading for the door "I'll see ya later Y/N!" you wave to Izuku as he closed the door and look back to the blonde. You head over to him and kiss his cheek

"What's got you all grumpy?" you ask about his grimace

"Whatever, it's nothing let's watch the movie" he grumbled getting the account set up on the TV and getting the movie running. You took your spot next to him getting comfortable in his arms. You knew by his lack of movements or comments that he usually makes

"hey." you said budging him but he didn't move. Well now you were left with one option

"hey" you repeated

"hey"

"hey"

"hey"

"he-"

"What?!" he snapped

"Why are you all pissed at me?" you ask coming off of him to sit on your knees

"Why don't you ask you, little boyfriend, Dek-" he stopped looking you up and down "The hell are you wearing?" he snarled

"Huh?" you look down to Deku's hoodie that you were wearing "O-oh, it got cold and he offered his hoodie s-so I took it and-"

"So what are you fukin' him too?" he interrupted

"No Katsuki!" you defend "God it's a damn hoodie, either way, why are you so jealous? It's not like you're my boyfriend!"

"Not your boyfriend huh?" taking your wrist he takes you into what is Deku's room and sat on his bed "We'll see what you say after this," he smirks deviously and strips from the sweats he was wearing to reveal his muscular thighs

"pants, now," he demanded "you're gonna cum all over my thigh teddy bear" he smirked

"B-but what abou-"

"Come on, maybe I'll even forgive you," he said patting his lap. You had to be honest for one thing seeing his muscles and him being demanding in the bedroom was really a turn-on. You pull your pants down along with your panties and walk towards him. His hand lands on your hips as he leads you to straddle his thigh and sit down Direct contact with the muscle made you shiver. He pats your ass with a squeeze and said

"Start grinding those hips baby," he smirked as his hands travel up under the hoodie you wore to caress your skin. You do as he demands and grinds forward and back, forward and back. A long sigh escapes your lips

"That's it, baby, get yourself off on my leg." he flexes his thigh increasing the pressure on your clit making your jolt "take this shit off, 'wanna see those tits," he said practically ripping off your shirt and the hoodie along with it. Your nipples are exposed to the cool air as you keep grinding his leg

"Katsuki~" you mewl as you throw your head back, his arm circling around you bringing you flush against him as he sucks on your neck. Moving from place to place making sure to mark his territory. With a shake and jolt, you come undone all over his thigh. Your body jolts every now and then as hold on to his shoulders.

"Good girl~" he growls lifting you up a bit to show how much you had come. A string still connected to your dripping pussy glistens in the light

"K-katsuki..." you pant still coming down from your high

"Don't whine now doll, I'm not done just yet" he smirks as he flips you over and throws you onto the bed. You watch as he slides his sweatpants off, his cock springing hard. His calloused hands meet your knees as he kneels in front of your and rubs the head of his cock over your silky slit.

"Damn, nice and wet, just how I like it," he grinned "Ready for me, teddy bear?"

You nod your head, aching to be filled with his cock. He slides in effortlessly, making you both sigh in relief and pleasure. You constricted around him tightly and he filled you deliciously. He pulls out painfully slow and rams himself back in.

"Fuck!" he finds a steady pace as he rocks his hips back and forth. "Pussy, so good...only I can fuck you, you know this" he panted flipping you onto all fours. One hand pushing your shoulders down and keeping your ass up "Even your pussy knows it. I can feel it squeeze me whenever I tell you so" he growls.

This had to be one of his favorite view and position. A firm spank comes down on your ass making you jolt. Even when he was so erotic and vulgar with his words, it only elevated the pleasure.

"Fuck yourself back on to my cock baby, just how you like!" he huffs leaning back enough for you to continue riding him back. The way your ass bounced on his cock, the sounds filling the room. The idea of him fucking you in Deku's room just added to the entire act.

"K-katsu~" you moan as his larger hands hold your hips ones again and gets back into his thrusting rhythm. "fuck" you whispered as you could feel your stomach cramp in another orgasm. You could feel him twitch inside of you as his pumps became more violent and sloppy.

"Shit princess, where do you want it?" he asks chasing both of your highs with a constant rhythm of spanks following.

"i-inside!" you pant out feeling yourself climbing higher and higher.

"Yea inside?! Who does this pussy belong to? Who do You belong to?!" Punctuating each question with more strikes to your ass

"YOU KATSU! YOouu!~" you cry out as you cum over his cock once again. With a few more pumps he empties himself inside you. You milk him while his cock pulses inside, emptying his load into you. His body looming over you but close enough to feel the heat radiating off of his body. He pulls out of you, and slumps over next to you. He pulls you in close to him and sticks his nose into your hair.

Despite having intense sex, he knew that after care is always important, even if they were just cuddles.

"...you know I could consider the option if you just brought it up," he mumbled into your hair

"Huh? What are you talking about," you said flipping over to face him

"..you know the whole. Boyfriend thing..I guess" he said nearly whispering. Truth was he really did have an attachment to you. You chemistry was good, you communicate pretty well maybe the dating thing was worth a shot, right?

"Hmmm, alright how about a proper date tomorrow night?" you offer wrapping your arms around his neck. "How's that sound boom-boy?" you tease with a smile

"fine..but I pick the place." he said sternly tucking you under his chin. "and your ass is moving in with me after this." he huffed making you giggle.

lil time skip...

Note: "Dear Deku, keep your shit stuff away from what's mine(Y/N)"

"...Huh I didn't know they were a thing..."

"P.S. thanks for letting us use your sheets as a cum rag." -B.K It was safe to say Deku did some early laundry that night. He wore gloves and everything to avoid touching any residue.

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hope you enjoyed this ~ 🍋there will be more to come

[roseworth]

thoughts on eddierose?

my eddierose thoughts are very similar to my jayrose thoughts tbh! i think theyre so much fun together and i love seeing them show up but i like them better as friends

their dynamic when they first show up in tt03 is soooo much fun bc <3 theyre both so insecure about their place on the team so they band together and become ride or die and its so sweet. rose thinks that she doesnt belong on the team but as soon as she perceives a threat against both of them she jumps to eddies defense <333 theyre so cute

its so much more interesting to me when theyre just friends because at this point neither of them really have any other friends. theyre both going through really rough periods in their life (eddie's aunt died, his mentor abandoned him, and he sold his soul to the devil. rose just left slade and is still struggling with who she is) and they latch onto each other because theyre the only ones they feel like they can trust :''') eddie never knew rose when she was with slade which she likes because she hates the version of herself that was being drugged but no one trusts her because they saw her. but eddie didnt and he knows that she was being drugged when it happened so he trusts her <3 they both just need someone to be there and actually care and thats what they are to each other!!!! to me it loses some of the impact when its romantic because its a very meaningful friendship to both of them

however. smoking scene my beloved. this is the most iconic thing anyone has ever done shoutout straight people

AND. GOD. my favorite of all time is when eddie gets hurt and rose loses her shit and tries to fight everyone

me when rose is worried and feels powerless so she immediately starts deflecting and covering up all her feelings with anger 😍😍🥰🥰🥰💞💓💞💕💖💘💕💓💘💖💗💓💞💘💕💞💖💓 thats my girl!!!

i cant really see them as romantic together just because their relationship is so much more fun when theyre just being friends instead of when they start pushing for more romantic stuff. at the beginning theyre kinda like a team of the two of them and its so sweet :') theyre constantly looking out for each other and hanging out together when no one else is and its so much fun to me ! even during this period that johns was setting up a future romance but in my head they were just friends and it was great

also omg. the issue where rose is accused of being a traitor and eddie immediately goes "ur wrong actually! thats my bff and she would never do that" <3333 i love this issue because no one actually believes rose would do that but i looooove eddie's reaction because he never doubts her and never stops believing her because! thats his buddy who talks shit about her dad 100 times a day! and he knows her well enough even after such a short time of being on the same team <33

anyways. as much as i stand by mckeever's rose later on i haaaate what he did with eddie & rose. first of all if youre not reading it as her being a lesbian, the shit with "rose is pretending to be friends with blue beetle to make eddie jealous" is so fucking stupid. she suddenly starts acting like she doesnt give a shit about eddie and constantly ignores him which is completely different than what she was doing like 5 issues prior. then eddie is also completely obsessed with her??? like its no longer a "thats my friend and i like spending time with her" its a huge (seemingly unrequited) crush and like?? bringing her flowers and passing out at the sight of her. i really hate it

then in fresh hell theyre suddenly so much more romantic than they ever were before and it just feels ?? weird and unearned??

maybe im just a hater but this feels like it comes out of nowhere. the last time they interacted before this she was brushing him off and lying to him to make him jealous then next thing you know theyre staring longingly into each others eyes and going "i would go anywhere with you babygirl 😍" what is going on!!! mckeever wanted a romance between them so bad that he forgot to put in any of the buildup. like this is sweet but it just feels so forced to me

BUT. oh my god. the ending of fresh hell where she starts hallucinating him is so fuckign hhghmghhm <3

BECAUSE. HES FUCKING DEAD AND SHE DOESNT KNOW. it makes me emotional every time i think about it. shes having a crisis and thinking about him and she has no idea hes already dead. im still so mad that they never showed rose's reaction to eddie being dead because hgjhghhmmh!!! thats her buddy!!!! thats her only friend!!!!!!! let me see her upset that hes dead!!!!!!! fuck. its very in character for her to lose someone then ignore that it ever happened and never bring them up ever but still.... :(

i just think that theyre so much fun together <3 they have such a good friendship and i love seeing them hanging out and looking out for each other <333 i dont mind them romantically when its done well (smoking scene) but unfortunately most of the time their romance is so boring to me. let them be friends!!! let them be close platonically without the halfassed will they wont they!!!!

[vonev]

The Executioner (and the judge) III

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x reader

Chapter 3: because wherever you go, I'll follow; even through hell, I'll find you

Part I Part II Part III

Words: 3.6k Summary: This…KorTac guy is kinda weird, but you finally meet Ghost, so yay, right?

a/n: i may or may not have lost a braincell or two but the grind dont stop baby

Warnings: VERY suggestive themes in this one, be warned!

Bzz-bzz-bzz—

—you awake with a headache deep in your noggin, hand feeling around the side of your head scrambling for your phone, only to feel the unpleasant buzz against your thigh.

Right.

Amidst your slumber, you forgot you don’t live in that poor excuse for a bunker anymore; as nice as it had been during an emergency, you have come to appreciate the soft linen below you that hugs your body in all the right ways. That’s not to say you’ll have the privilege to continue indulging in said comfort; because the sun shining through your tinted windows said otherwise. 

With a soft grumble you sit up from your face-down position, your hand instinctively reaches up to rub away the sleepiness off your eyes, yawning, you take a brief glance at your phone.

7:39 a.m. Thursday.

To be honest, you could head back to bed and relax, who’s to say you can’t?

Right then, a solid knock sounds from your door, and with that, you push yourself off the bed with an irritated groan; your body functions on auto-pilot, hand extending out to twist the doorknob before you could fully process your surroundings. You flinch at the harsh coldness of the doorknob as you groggily crack the door open.

Your eyes meet the midsection of the person, a man’s, because you’ve only ever met men that wear shirts too tight for them just to show off. Tilting your head backwards, you slowly lift your gaze up to see that it’s the same man you spoke about with Kate the day before—König—he’s infinitely taller in person, yet you don’t feel threatened by his presence; which is odd, but a welcome change. 

Neither of you speak up, only ever stare at each other; the cold morning air breeze past your body, you shiver, your arm trailing up the other to rub some warmth into your body. 

“...yes?” 

Upon hearing your voice, the man blinks once, then twice; you can’t tell if he’s silently judging you—or just lost. 

“Kate wants to see you,” his voice is surprisingly…light, for a man of his stature; you’d have expected a deep bass, maybe even grain in his voice. But he speaks softly, like the small raise of his voice would scare you off. He’s gentle, you think, and respectful, because he doesn’t try to stare you down as though you’re inferior. Maybe you judged him too harsh earlier.

You nod, “I’ll…get changed, I’ll meet her in about,” you glance down and check your empty wrist as though you wore a watch. “…15 minutes?” 

König only nods in response then stepping aside, presumably walking back to wherever he came from.

Sighing, you gently close your door, the hinge doesn’t scream this time—providing some much needed quietness in your morning. You drag yourself over to the sink and pull out the cabinet, amenities sitting in its creamy insides. Your eyes scans and falls onto the period products tucked away to the side; you make a mental note of thanking Kate later. Grabbing some products you then strip yourself off of your sweat-coated clothes, you don’t look in the mirror as you approach the bathroom.

Jumping in the shower you wince as the sudden sputters of cold water hit your back, you let out a much needed breath of relief, your body soon adjusts to the brutal temperature of the flood sliding down the curves of your exhausted figure. You haven’t had a proper shower in a while, either, relying on damp cloth gets old after a while; so this change of routine puts a small smile on your face, lifting some weight off your tired shoulders.

It doesn’t take long for you to get ready; a couple of minutes to dry up, slipping on undergarments and a casual shirt and jeans, you run the hairbrush through your damp hair for the final time before heading out.

The noise of birds chirping outside pierce through the thin walls, a pleasant sound that swells within your heart, your steps halts as you stare out of the window next to you; the beautiful sight of nature going about catches your attention. Trees sway along with the autumn wind, leaves fall into the already bundled piles on the ground, the sky a gorgeous hue of orange, blue, pink and white—like the display of painter’s hard work, of their blood, sweat and tears all pouring onto the sky outside as clouds resembles blotches of white paint. 

The soft breeze outside pushes past the tiny crack of the window, leaving gentle kisses across your skin as it passes.

It all blends so well together, harmonizing with minimal effort; if any at all.

You took leisure for granted, after being cooped up with only yourself and the smell of death outside as your company, you missed the small things in life: the glorious nature, the gracious flow of things as they came and went, the casual habits of the world around you.

The people.

“…are you okay?” 

Holy mother of Jesus.

Turning over to the voice, you catch König’s curious eyes boring into the back of your skull. Being built like 5 tons of trucks didn’t stop this man from being a master in stealth, it seems, because you don’t get sneaked up on a lot—a necessary habit of the war; indented into your DNA. Only one other person catches you off-guard, the same person that has you sweat under your thin shirt even with the cool breeze. 

A brief projection of a skull printed mask enters the back of your mind before you quickly suppress it.

“I’m alright, thank you,” your eyes flicker toward the scenery outside once more, imprinting it into your mind. For some reason, it makes you feel better about yourself. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be with Kate already?” looking back, and up, at him with your head tilted, you don’t miss the way his eyes widen. 

“Yes, yes I am.”

With that, he turns on his heels and paces back down the quiet hallway; his boots emit a soft thump with every step he takes. You follow behind, keeping a respectful distance, both of your steps creating their own rhythm that echoes in the empty concrete hallway walls.

Along the way, you zone out, your mind running off to another realm while your body carries itself in a routinely manner toward the hall where the meeting room sits.

You zone out too much, because you walk straight into a wall—er, König’s back. 

“Ow—fuck.” 

“You okay, little maus?” 

“Yeah I’m fine—little what?” your eyes snap to his, confusion smothers your face.

“I’m—sorry, it’s nothing,” he doesn’t elaborate, his shoulders slumps and twists the other way to open the door.

He stands there to the side, hand on the doorknob and peering back at you. You cock an eyebrow, crossing your arms and shifting your weight to one of your legs. A soft Ding! rings in your head, your lips part, and a grumbled Thanks slips out of you as you enter the dimly lit room. 

What a gentleman. 

You see the woman before she sees you; and when she does, a small smile spreads out on her lips, nodding to you in regard. You hear the door click quietly behind you as you sit down on a seat chair; König sits right across you, his head facing Kate’s way. 

Kate starts off simple, straight to the point—you’ll both be dropped in one of the designated safe houses near the Russians’ territory, and you’ll start off slow, steady. 

Okay. You think, I can do it slow and steady. 

If someone were to ask you your specialty; you’d come up with no answers. To simply put: you’re good at killing, and dragging information out of the victims in your grasps. 

But you can’t say, Oh, I’m very good with knives. Or, I can drop heads like flies. 

You just manage, and it was enough—because it landed you in one of the best task forces known to the people in the know. 

Adaptable, Perhaps? You’re unsure, nor do you have anyone around to question such things casually, especially during a serious briefing.

“From then on, we’ll move on the fly, I know you both are extremely capable at handling yourselves.” Kate’s eyes dart to your face momentarily before turning to König. “So I’m gonna need you to keep me updated.”

You decided; if it means you’re not good with a certain thing—you’re good with everything.

“Remember, this is a secret mission for now until we send out the team—absolutely no words about this should slip out of this room today, or tomorrow, and the day after.”

“Yes ma’am,” König pats his palm over his heart, his version of commitment to the cause.

Kate nods at him, appreciative, then looks over to you in anticipation.

You shrug.

“I’ve nothing to lose.”

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This is it, you think.

With a blanket draped over both your shoulders, you find yourself seated at the bench right outside your room; thoroughly enjoying the cold yet inviting breeze that carries strands of your hair into the air. 

This is what life is about: the moments of serenity that can’t be bought, when the weather is just right. Not too in your face, yet present. 

It calls out to you, a gentle touch manifested into the form of the winds blowing past your slightly shivering frame. The moonlight illuminates your surroundings, shadows fall into their respective places, and where the darkness is the most prominent, the light shines brighter. 

Yin and Yang, like nights and days. They contrast, they fight. 

Like you and him—back in the good ol’ days, back when you both latched at each other’s throat with no remorse, a spit here, another spit there. The both of you would clash; where you’d want something, he’d want it entirely differently. 

For example: when you all had been deployed to bumfuck nowhere in Alaska, your belongings naturally came with as well. In the kitchen, everyone shared the same lackluster cabinets. You’d store your snacks all in one side of the cabinet, and you would wake up the next morning to utter confusion when said snacks couldn’t be found anywhere—

—anywhere except Simon’s side of the cabinet, of course.

For some odd reason it started an all-out cold war, you’d both purposefully misplace things: towels atop the toilet seat, storage boxes not being in the storage shelves, badges in-between sofa cushions. You and him would manage to find every single one of them; to your frustration. And seeks out to correct them. 

The cold war only ended because you hadn't been able to find the gauze to stop his actively bleeding wound one stormy night. 

It served as a lesson: don’t fuck with each other’s things.

And especially don’t fuck each other.

Of course, you’d have gone and messed that up.

Ghost sits with his back against the window, a propped leg on the still supporting the weight of his arm. 

His dark eyes follow your every move as you skillfully maneuver around the kitchen, a pun-based apron tied loosely around your waist, your hands busying themselves chopping up some onions and red pepper to go with the steak sizzling in the heated pan next to you.

You count in your head, 1, 2, 3, repeat, all to steady your breathing and not mess up dinner; you wouldn’t want to suffer through a fucked up steak then cry yourself to sleep. That wasn’t your plan, no. But you’re incredibly sleep deprived, the only support system being the thoughts that circulate your head. Or maybe it’s the deep wound you still carry on the side of your stomach? You don’t quite know, nor do you care—you’re starving, all you can think about is eat, eat, eat—

Amidst your haziness, the knife slips from your buttery finger, and cuts through the thin barrier of your fingertip. 

“Ouch—fuck me.” 

“Let me look at that.” 

Jumpy, you feel your heart leap out of your throat at Ghost’s sudden appearance behind you. Cautiously you hold your finger to your chest, and it takes Ghost’s hand prying at it to get you to release them. 

Blood seeps out the curve of the knife wound; it’s rather deep, but not enough to warrant any emergency care, give it a day or two and it’ll disappear as soon as it was there. Ghost stares at your fingertip, his eyes emotionless, darting from between your face and the blood that continues to flow out of your skin.

Then the unexpected happens—he hooks his free thumb under his mask and lifts. Your mouth left agape as you tried to process the commotion happening in front of your very eyes. 

His scarred lips come into view, he slowly brings your hand closer; your fingertip now grazing his bottom lip. A shudder rippled through your entire body; you remain motionless, uncertain and absolutely bedazzled. 

“It’s…it’s fine, really—“ 

You almost let out the loudest yelp that would’ve woken everyone else up from their evening naps. Because as the words get caught in your throat, Ghost pushes out his tongue and licks the tip of your finger. 

Your heart steadily pumps in your eardrums, fast yet too slow, and his eyes didn’t help soothe the concerning pace, either—with how sultry his gaze screams as he peers up at you from this angle, you could feel a familiar pool of wetness rub against the fabric of your underwear. You try to hide it by squishing your thighs together for some friction, hoping, praying, that it’d evaporate. 

Ghost notices, because he always does. 

His free hand glides up the exposed skin of your thigh; and of course you had to be wearing shorts that convenient night. His gentle touches send bolts of electricity through your nerves, igniting the suppressed part inside of you hidden away for so long; the part of you that you’d always deny—because you can’t have him, not when he hates your guts, right? 

…Right…?

His eyes say otherwise—God, those eyes, how you’d kill to stare into them day and night. 

He drops your injured hand, and instead, reaches up to brush the pad of his thumb over your flushed cheek, then gradually over your plump lips as he slots his finger right into your mouth. All the while he held your eyes with his, never once diverting his attention to anywhere else but you. His thumb crudely explores every nook and cranny of your mouth, settling to rest above the soft pad of your tongue.

“Tell me no,” he breathes out, exasperated; the actions had affected him as much as it did to you. “Tell me no and I’ll stop, and we’ll forget this ever happened.”

You hesitate, the desperate longing for his skin on yours too much to bear—

—with a gentle shake of your head, his eyes lit up; the fire that once burns quietly behind his orbs now cackles into life. 

The situation soon escalates from Look, I’m touching you in all the right places to I’m touching you in all the right spots inside, with my cock. 

You had woken up very sore the next day; though incredibly satisfied. You swore he smirked at you when you both passed by each other that morning in the kitchen, drowned in the loud noises of your teammates’ banters.

The hunger you’d push away before now comes back tenfold whenever you’d see him sauntering over to you at night, in the quiet of your bedroom, only filled by his rough grunts and your muffled moans. 

It was how you’d spend the rest of the months, always sneaky and unsuspicious, both of you had an unspoken oath to keep things private; not daring to put a label on the sticky situation you found yourselves in.

You sigh, your breath visible under the cold autumn weather.

Just as you were about to get up from the bench, something moved from the corner of your eye.

You freeze up, your body left hanging in an awkward position in the air with your arm supporting your weight on the armrest, your eyes dotting around the scene in front of you, unmoving. 

Everyday, you live by fear that something would eventually catch up to you; the efforts of your runaway gone to ash. Were you ever not restless? With the ghost of your past constantly etching your back in scars that would haunt even your worst nightmares—skittish, that’s what you are. Forever molded into the remnants of your history, not moving on, letting yourself melt into the shape of a new you; yet just as empty if not more. It makes you doubt yourself. Question your life choices during somber times; what led you here? What compelled you to do the things you did? 

For love, you think. Everything you did up until this point had been for someone else. What about yourself?

You never had the pleasure to sit down and self-reflect, even as you were contained within a small bunker for years, the memories never once left you the way everything else did. Rusty; as your grip tightens on the armrest, you feel the practiced measure of the way you used to hold a gun slip out of you—it doesn’t actually, but it sure feels like it.

The wind sings out to you, and in this small area where you exist, you could feel the presence of something else: something more. Larger than you, perhaps. Maybe even commanding with how the leaves seem to have stopped swaying, though the gust keeps on moving.

Something moves, something undetermined. 

But you can tell; pinpointing its position based on the fraction of second their figure was exposed to you.

Right behind the large tree trunk that loomed over seemingly everything else, the person is shrouded by the shadows, you figured.

“I know you’re there,” you sigh. “Come out.” It wasn’t a request but rather a demand—because whoever this person is, they’re starting to graze your thin nerves.

And they do. 

Leaves crunches underneath their heavy steps, muffling the noise; but you know they’re there, and they’re right beside you.

You turn your head—and suddenly, it’s as though you experienced an icy whiplash over your entire body; your blood runs cold, your fingers numb.

He’s there.

Towering over you, his presence is as domineering as you last remembered it; and for just a second, you’re pulled back to that winter, one where you could’ve taken your last breath in the stormy blizzard, should’ve.  

He crinkles his nose slightly; it’s not noticeable enough, but with you, you always notice, you always know.

Know how his hand once felt in yours, the twinkle in his eyes and the sly curve of his lips behind that mask as he’d stare at you like you were the best thing in his life. That autumn, when his knees touch yours in a way that has you choking on your hot drink, spilling the beverage all over yourself—and he’d stare, he stared because he found it amusing; found you absolutely breathtaking with the way the light from the fireplace had hit you just right. How he liked it.

Right now, as you sheepishly peer into his eyes for a void, you’re not sure if you’re looking at the same person you used to know; the Simon that had you wrapped around his pretty little finger. Maybe he’s Ghost, in an ironic way. How he’d fleet away just as easy as he slots in, still the same man that haunts your every dream, every nightmare. Everywhere you go it’s him; him that now looks past you—and God does it hurt.

He’s never been a man of many words, only a little where it matters the most; or none, yet you know he’s consumed by the thoughts running around in his head, clouding his conscience, unreadable, unreachable.

And certainly not present; his mind is always far away yet grounded—you could never understand that part of him, but everything else? You do. You do because in the back of your mind, you reserve a very special place for him: the crows feet whenever he’d break a smile, the specific spot of his mole no one else knows about (except for Johnny), the musical notes of his laughter, the rough calluses on his hands. 

“...hey,” you lift a hand up to wave at him, timid, sweat starts breaking through the skin of your palm.

He doesn’t respond, only listens. That’s what he does all the time—so why does it make you extra nervous now? You supposed the meeting would’ve gone way smoother, you know, if he hadn’t believed you were dead for years.

His eyes seem so far away, like he’d up and go to another realm you couldn’t follow with. And it worries you to no end. Unsure; you take a huge leap in chance, your other hand extends out to brush his sleeves. Except, he retracts himself away from you; his body twists slightly further back to avoid your touch.

Have you ever learnt the true meaning of a heartbreak? You swore the deep cracks in your heart only worsens; all with just one swift move of his body, and you’re a mess.

“Simon—”

There it is; the look.

“...don’t call me that.”

An excruciating chill runs down your spine; you stay as still as your arm that still sticks in the air, you don’t move when he starts to turn his back to you, walking the same direction he came from, waltzing back into his own world—you used to live there, not anymore, though. Clearly, the few words he said pierce deep into your heart, and it bleeds; it bleeds until the streams run dry–-until you can’t breathe anymore.

You taste some saltiness on your tongue, when you reach up with your fingers, you realize you’d been crying for a good minute. Your tears flowing like a river—it flows because your heart can’t do the same anymore, it stops beating, and your world comes crashing down on you. 

[sacredfire44]

I think it’s hilarious to watch people get mad about Boruto being character assassination because it IS until you consider the possibility of a poly situationship. Sakura is Sasuke’s wife, and Sasuke is Naruto’s husband, and Naruto is Hinata’s husband.

And also consider that Naruto has probably put in some actual damn work since he become Hokage.

Can’t do anything about Sasuke avoiding Konoha but I’m honestly not surprised about that, he’s a bit traumatized. Is he protective of it now? Yes! And that’s NOT WEIRD. Maybe the Konoha before was corrupt, but Naruto can LITERALLY SENSE NEGATIVE INTENTIONS(WHICH EVERYONE SEEMS TO HAVE FORGOTTEN?!)

Root has been disbanded and Naruto’s pretty clearly weeded out the corruption around him! Hell, they might never have brought UP the Hyuga branch-main family argument, but it’s clearly been dealt with considering neither Hanabi or Hinata have branch family seals, nor does Boruto or Himawari, when it’s explicitly mentioned that the heir remains in the main family while their siblings get seals.

(I wouldn’t be surprised if Naruto having kids with Hinata was what caused that issue to come up, honestly. What, do YOU want to be the Hyuga elder that explains to the Fifth and Sixth Hokage, as well as all the other Kage, and the entirety of Konoha, why their Hero’s kids should have a torture-seal placed on them?)

Like come on man, this is a village that finally DOES represent Naruto and Sasuke’s goals! It makes SENSE that he’d want to protect it now!!!

Also not surprised that Sasuke is awkward about Sakura and Sarada, my boy has No Idea how to interact outside of Naruto, and frankly if he does have feelings about her, as an autistic person who can’t handle emotions, I too run away from the people I care about when I get overwhelmed about caring for them. The people that I DON’T run from are the ones who chase after me often enough that I get used to caring about them.

Furthermore, Naruto doesn’t avoid his family! If you watched Naruto The Last, or hell, the day Naruto become Hokage, you know Naruto didn’t even BECOME Hokage until his kids are older, which he MENTIONED was a choice on his part so he could spend more time with them before they entered the Academy. The movie takes place during the Chunnin Exams, which are canonically more work to maintain, especially when it’s all five villages attending. In the series, we’ve seen Naruto come home much earlier outside of big, international events, take days off to spend with his family, and use clones for work while he stays home! Like he DOES spend time with his family, kishimoto himself said Boruto’s outbursts were more about getting used to his dad having any job at all(as he was a very powerful Shinobi who honestly didn’t have a lot of missions at his skill level) after being pretty much a stay-at-home dad. Hell, in the after-credits scene in Naruto the Last, it’s implied that Hinata was still an active Shinobi, and considering the age of the kids, I would not be surprised with Naruto staying at home with the kids up until Naruto’s ascension as hokage. And I NEED more fics if this time period, I’m DYING.

Anyway, Hinata and Naruto love each other, and Naruto and Sasuke love each other. Honestly I’m a bit iffy on Sasuke and Sakura but I kinda like the idea that she’s his beard which is why she’s never shown to mind when he’s not home lol. I CAN actually see them loving each other too, though I don’t think Sakura has a lot of skill with Uchihas that run from their feelings haha. Himawari is Naruhina’s kid, while Sarada and Boruto 100% have a mom and 2 dads. And I think with this interpretation, the whole show suddenly makes sense.

[coffee-at-annies]

Oh! For the mash-up trope ask- 53 and 70 for The Core?

53+70: Mutual Pining+Locked in a Room 

Yes yes yes! Good. Excellent. Love it.

Gonna do a quick scaffold then see how excited the muse gets for actual writing.

So the boys are locked in a room. It’s big enough for the three of them but it’s definitely like a walk in closet or a trainers office. This is during training camp. One of the rookies/new guys thought it would be funny. None of the core are laughing.

Sid keeps banging on the door hoping someone will hear him. Kris has already tried texting for help but he’s got no cell service and something is wrong with his phone’s WiFi. Geno, is glaring at the wall in a corner. Eventually someone is gonna have to walk by and realize they’re in there. Or it’ll hit skate time, video review, or some other meeting, and people will notice they’re missing. The person will have to tell someone and he’ll have to let them out. They won’t be locked in here forever.

In the meantime, they’re locked in a room. Kris is annoyed because they should have locked Sid and Geno in a room together years ago (trust him, he and Flower discussed it) so they’d get over their pining, but why’d it have to include him? Kris is under the impression Sid and Geno got together after the 16-17 cups. They did. It didn’t work out.

Sid and Geno dated briefly during the 17-18 season, broke up sometime fall of 18, and have been on-again-off-again sometimes partners sometimes fuckbuddies ever since. They can’t stay away from each other but every time they give the relationship a shot it fizzles after a couple months. They’ve never lasted over a summer and it’s hard. They were in an off period during Geno’s contract negotiations which added a lot of stress. They do love each other and miss each other when they’re not together, hence the mutual pining on their end, but they haven’t figured out how to make it work in a way that sticks.

It’s been a longer than usual off season and they both missed each other terribly. Neither of them wants to suggest getting back together just yet because I do think it ended badly in the spring but the summer apart soothed their hurts and stirred up the pining so they’re back to missing each other. Both of them are trying very hard not to think about how that conversation is on the horizon, especially since they’re locked in a room with their close friend who they’ve never officially told they’re dating.

Fun fact about these two, they’re also both interested in Kris, which Kris doesn’t know. Idk if Sid and Geno have talked to each about their mutual attraction to Kris but it’s there, and it makes the feelings conversation harder.

Kris now, he kinda fell in love with both of them at different points in the last couple years. Between Flower and Duper leaving, stepping up into the alternate captain role, everything about the pandemic and the stuff after, he just ended up spending a lot of time with them organically and feelings started blossoming on his end. He’s not gonna act on it with his two friends that are together.

The time they spent is why he thinks they’re together. They never explained the breakups or makeups or any of the complicated relationship drama. They’ve never even told him they were together, Tanger just knows them well enough to pick up on it and what they stopped hiding.

Having said all of that I have no idea how this fic actually resolves. It’s been a hot minute since my brain wanted to juggle dialogue and I really should stretch myself to write it but it’s midnight and it’s a school night. I have to be up at 8am to go into work.

Sid bangs on the door. Geno snipes at him about it. Sid turns around to yell at him cause calling for help isn’t working. I think they go back and forth for a while and then Tanger makes a joke about getting a room or seven minutes in heaven in an attempt to diffuse the tension and accidentally gets both of them staring at him. They admit they’re not together. Tanger doesn’t know how to react to that. I’m not sure how the convo gets to the feelings admission. Maybe Tanger asks what happened and they have to explain?

I think during the convo Sid admits that even when they’re off he’s not seeing or sleeping with anyone. The one time he tried to hookup he just ended up missing Geno. Geno probably echos the same. It’s cute. Maybe the couple is back together. Maybe they even kiss. Idk.

I’m unclear how we get to Tanger confessing. Does he mumble something about wishing he could have been that rebound hookup that didn’t go anywhere? Does he say something about how he thought they were together so he never said anything? Does Sid try and echo his joke about getting a room and Tanger admits that he doesn’t hate it since it’s them. Idk. Somewhere in there Tanger admits his feelings, maybe before getting Sid and Geno back together, maybe after.

Either way both Sid and Geno are like wait you like me/us? Tanger wants them to forget it but when has Sid ever forgotten a thing once he’s set his eyes on it? When has Geno taken his eyes off the puck? Anyway I think they lock eyes and decide they’re seducing him, which they do. There’s maybe love/feelings confessions in there but there’s also a bunch of kissing and maybe some blow jobs so Kris can see how much they care for him as well. It’s a good moment. Geno suggests that maybe the reason him and Sid never worked out is because they didn’t have Kris. It’s the three of them on the ice, maybe they need the three of them off the ice to work too. Sid likes that very much and Kris just had an orgasm so he’s feeling pretty agreeable.

It’s still not until an hour after that that they get let out of the room. They have time to negotiate and plan their relationship. Also cuddles (geno gets cuddly after orgasms, not that he’d admit it).

[theonlyadawong]

if you have the time, would LOVE to hear what your thoughts on a potential claire/ada dynamic would be. the closest thing we have is the non canonical darkside chronicles retelling where leon is like “okay ma’am whatever you say” while claire is like “she’s clearly shady as hell are you out of your fucking mind?”

like that’s kinda fun, ada knowing leon is the easy one to trick and therefore focusing on convincing HIM and just not rlly trying with claire, probably bc she thinks claire is too smart to fall for that. my interpretation of it anyway

>:)

So first let me say I don't care for how a majority of cl.aida is portrayed because they water both of these women down to where theyre all soft and sweet with each other and it ends up being fanon a.eon but with 2 women and i HATE that.

i see claire as a very kind, and caring woman, and this is something canon stresses constantly, HOWEVER i also see claire as a woman with quite a bit of grit to her. this is a woman who was orphaned and only had her brother to take care of her, a woman who survived the horrors of raccoon city and also managed to save a young girl in the process. she may be kind, but she won't take anyone's shit, and she can be very blunt and isn't afraid to call someone out.

so my ideal version of cl.aida, or at least the version i see that could happen between my (correct) interpretations of the characters, is one where theyre working together or at least in the same vicinity lol and it's not hard to get ada and claire working on the same mission, as ada is a spy and might spy on claire for information on terrasave, her brother chris, or the tphobos virus which claire carries. ...or claire and ada could cross paths during an outbreak lol. either way, these 2 interacting with one another isn't so far out of left field.

regardless of what brings them together, ada would latch herself to claire (under a moniker other than Ada WongTM because EYE want to see that) in hopes of finding some kind of Infortmation, and claire would notice that ada is waaaaay more capable than any normal civilian should be and claire would corner her and demand she tell her who she is, and ada wouldn't of course, but that's okay because claire has connections too, and adas face is known in the bsaa and from there she'd put 2 and 2 together.

after finding out ada is a spy, claire would be less inclined to fall for any persona ada puts up, whether it be flirtatious or intimidating, or anything else, instead ignoring adas performance and paying focusing only on things ada says pertaining the mission at hand. ada is naturally very charming and i think claire can see herself getting along with ada, but she's not going to let herself get caught up in adas web. they do the job or survive the outbreak or whatever and well... they've both got quite a bit of pent up energy and a lot of tension that needs to be released. and frankly? the way their relationship deepens starts with a mutually agreed upon one night stand, both trying to release some energy without any risk of the other person catching feelings. after a while they decide to do it again, and this becomes a constant thing, and still neither one has feelings but they get closer slowly. at glacial speeds. (here is where im skipping a lot of specifics because even though i wrote this huge blurb i havent really thought about how theyd work together, so maturally there are character specific moments im missing from both of them) i see them building a pretty rock solid trust in each other (at least as rock solid as you could get with ada lol) and from there ada would feel more comfortable showing claire her true self but only for short periods of time, I'm talking an hour at most.

now i need to be clear, i think there are times when adas job bumps up against claires morals, and that's when claire just can't stand ada, but i think claire grits her teeth and tells herself it's okay as long as whatever ada does helps the greater good. i do think this is something that causes friction between them and leads to arguments.

from here i see their relationship breaking the mold of what is "supposed" to be a normal monogamous couple. ada would come around in between jobs and they'd be together enjoying each other's company for as long as possible until ada leaves for her next job, and I believe ada is the one to leave first as there is nothing she does normal, especially not relationships. and believe it or not, i think claire is aware of this, and she accepts it... for a time. i think the older she gets the more she wants a more stable partner, and i think eventually she'd call it off with no hard feelings and ada would be sad for a time, but ultimately happy she wasn't forced into a box she wouldn't fit in.

and thats all if they have a relationship when theyre both 30 or older. now if they were to get together in their younger years then everything would be the same except instead of a one night stand they have a 2 month long crazy lesbian situationship and then claire has a moment of clarity and is like, "if we keep going like this we're gonna hate each other forever, so maybe we just stop now" and ada thinks about it for a second and then is like you know what. You're right. And then they cut the relationship off but they're still cool and they trade information with each other and yes. They do still fuck sometimes. :)

ultimately I think claire would want more stability than ada would be willing to give, so no matter what their relationship wouldn't last forever.

[mirrortouchedsea]

hello >:) i was curious about the ghost rinne idea you mentioned a while ago... if you aren't vibing with those thoughts anymore though, i'm still curious about the ink blood sister scribe au, and also the apocalypse au (especially the kaname and tatsumi side. what is Happening there)

okay so this is going to be a long one i think so it's going under the read more. also sorry everyone no wip wednesday today you get whatever this is going to be instead.

Ghost Rinne

So if you've talked to me like. At all you know i just adoreeeeeee ghosts and ghost stories they're my favorite okay so obviously ghost Rinne is such a concept to me. I've talked about him being stuck trying to protect Niki, keep him from making whatever mistakes that originally led to their mutual deaths (I'm still kinda in between what I want that to be but it's probably just gonna be a car accident while they're doing something idol related.). It's like an evil fucked up time loop that lasts years and Rinne is doomed to die in every universe and if he isn't then Niki dies and neither of these are exactly great outcomes. His ghost haunts Niki before he even meets him and maybe if he meets ghost Rinne he'll avoid becoming an idol but he'll never meet the Rinne in this loop. It's convoluted and maybe not really a ghost story but also i need to gnaw on them so so bad.

2. Ink Blood Sister Scribe AU

So since I finished the book since I wrote the original drabble I knowwwwwww that other scribes weren't really a thing until one of the MCs shows up but listen we're not going for super duper canon to the book here Rinne is a scribe his blood can make magic and he had to run away from his hometown to protect them (though they did tell him what he could do and it's something that used to be common in their bloodline as leaders of the village that died out one day for unknown reasons that r revealed in the book.) He ends up with Niki per usual and they end up on the run after the first year where Rinne realizes someone is watching them and trying to chase them down. They spend a year somewhere and then leave on a specific day and go somewhere else. I think when the events of the book end where everything is undone and scribes can actually be born again it takes a while for him to find out from his family and village because suddenly Hiiro can do it too and Rinne slowly loses the feeling that people are watching him. He's been using his magic to write spells to help people pretty much the whole time and Niki helped with the herbal blends to mix into the ink to make the spells more potent so they're still practically inseparable but now they don't have to worry about someone finding them anymore and now Rinne is dying from blood loss since there's nothing stopping him from making spells for everyone to help them out /j. HiMERU and Kohaku definitely fit in here somewhere I think they're mailing spells back to them during the initial period of being on the run all the time to help out with x y z job they have. Probably weird assassin stuff who knows.

3. Tatsukanas in the Post Apocalypse AU

So wrt the fic I posted back in January and I know I told u this on discord already but for everyone else reading here the plan was bc I am a slut for fantasy I did have to include a little bit in this with Tattsun but. After the initial encounter with Tatsumi and Kaname decides to stay with him, Kaname gets bitten and Tatsumi is able to heal him with some magic in the church but it ties Kaname to the church specifically so if he leaves then the disease just. speeds up and will kill him. So Kaname is effectively church bound and can't leave but he's okay for now? At least if his brother is looking for him there's way less possibility that they'll miss each other by going through the same place at slightly different times but oops!! His brother is going to blame Tatsumi for everything that happened to Kaname (even if Kaname insists that's not the case and he would be so much worse off if Tatsumi hadn't taken him in.). The other Alkaloid members are also staying in the church and while Kaname is definitely a lot for any of them to deal with, Mayoi ends up spending the most time with him as protector when the others are out getting food/supplies/etc. I personally think Kaname would end up learning how to sew and cook and such, things he can do in the church that are still useful to everyone else but that's neither here nor there.

[musubiki]

omg omg omg i'm gonna geek out about writing quickly but the time skip redo is actually really cool??? like mochi feels like the glue keeping them all together is so it makes sense that they kinda scatter but still stay in touch kinda after she leaves,,,, also the idea of getting the gang back together one by one just feels kinda nice like its the ✨found family✨ vibes that the guild radiates that just has me🤧🤧🤧🤧 LOVE THEM SO MUCH

YES AAAH IM GLAD YOU THINK SO!!!!!!!!! i feel like this version is better exactly for that reason and also its a better driver for the growth lime goes through when mochi isnt there!!!

PLUS it also aligns better with what (in my head) seems to be normal around "grown" witches, which is that after that period of time where a witch is learning and coming into her own, she no longer has need for a guild and it effectively breaks up (which is why tiramisus guild as well as other older witches dont have their full guild with them. maybe 1 or 2 members stuck around because theyre friends but otherwise most witches guilds dissolve after said witch is done training and her power is in full)

the only thing that makes me sad about it is that i wish lime and the others were close enough friends to stay together as a guild after mochi leaves, like their friendship with each other isnt SOLELY dependent on her, but since there only 5 of them (and taffy is new), once mochi left, lime was the only other person who was capable enough to lead the guild. and since he took such an emotional blow i dont think he had it in him to essentially babysit the other 3. so with 2/5 members (and essentially the core of the guild) out of action, it makes sense that neither coco or oscar could ever "lead" the guild the way lime potentially could have (and taffy feels like he has no right to even try to fill that role). that being said, i do like the idea of them hanging out every so often to do side quests!!!!!

(essentially i think of this period as lime shifts into the "main character" role and it turns into a genshin style of adventure for him-- where he just travels around (lowkey searching for mochi) but mostly training, doing side quest/side quest chains, becoming stronger, and every so often he runs into a quest that requires you to bring along/interact with other major characters like coco, oscar, taffy, the merchant, other witches mochis met during her journeys, etc, but afterwards goes back to a solo journey. as a consequence once the guild gets back together it turns out lime has a bunch of connections in a bunch of different places)

and also!!! i maybe have mentioned this, but in my heart it feels unfair to have them all just.,.....waiting around for her. like obviously we all know she comes back to them, but from their POV shes essentially gone forever with no end date, and having them accept the mindset of potentially waiting around forever feels like a shitty thing to do, so im going to let them move on!!!!! (at least superficially. i dont think any of them would ever truly move on after mochi leaves. how would you ever just spend 2-3 years in this magic world of action and adventure and then just suddenly drop it all and go work a 9-5??? impossible. they all tangentially stayed in the magic community and would be ready at the drop of a hat to rejoin mochi if she ever came back and asked them to!!)

[froggi-mushroom]

Ok ok I want to hear your version of engport and also pruk if you've thought of them enough

Thanks for the ask!

I love pruk I just never finish any of my ideas for them 😭

Ask game can be found here

Putting it under the cut cuz it’s quite long

Engport (Arthur and Gabriel cuz I have different hcs for Edith and Joana)

Gives nose/forehead kisses:

Gabriel likes forehead and temple kisses, Arthur likes nose kisses

Gets jealous the most:

This really depends on the time period tbh but I’d say generally in the modern day, neither tbh

Takes care of on sick days:

Both take good care of each other, they’re both a little bit stubborn with others but I think they’re so used to being together that they’re less inclined to argue with one another and they know what each other need so well that looking after each other comes more naturally

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day:

Neither, they’re both lovers of the sea, you have to drag them out of it if anyone

Brings the other lunch at work:

Both tbh, Gabriel likes to to force Arthur to actually take a break whilst they sit and eat together, Arthur does as an excuse to spend time with Gabriel without having to ask explicitly

Tries to start role-playing in bed:

Arthur because he is a Shakespeare fanboy at heart, but quickly abandons it cuz neither of them can take it seriously (plus I don’t think either of them get off on it tbh)

Embarrassingly drunk dancer:

Both, oh my god they both do stupid dad dancing

Firmly believes in couples costumes:

Both of them, they are such nerds together, they’d love it

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas:

Neither, like a lot of old couples, they don’t tend to go all out on gifts because they’ve been together so long, historically, that’s a different question entirely but I won’t get into that too much

Makes the other eat breakfast:

Gabriel, he wakes up before Arthur on their days off so makes them both breakfast and sits Arthur down to eat or else he literally won’t eat anything all day until dinner

Remembers anniversaries:

Arthur, he’s very good with dates

Brings up having kids first:

In a human au, neither

Kills the bugs:

Neither, they both set the bugs free

First to define them as a couple:

I don’t think either of them do, they just kinda end up together, though Francis or Antonio are the most likely to point it out to the two of them

Who hides their guilty pleasures longer:

Arthur obviously, he’s a Brit we’re all like that

Snorts while laughing:

Arthur, and Gabriel finds it adorable

Pruk

Gives nose/forehead kisses:

Arthur loves nose kisses, Gilbert loves forehead kisses to flex how much taller he is than Arthur

Gets jealous the most:

I feel like Gilbert’s more prone to jealousy, but only a little bit

Takes care of on sick days:

Like engport, they’re both stubborn however, unlike engport, they have to wrestle each other to stay in bed when sick, but aside from that, they’re both about the same at looking after each other, I think Gil is slightly better though

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day:

Arthur cuz Gil can’t really swim all that well

Brings the other lunch at work:

Both do!

Tries to start role-playing in bed:

Gil does, it goes so bad, Arthur never lets him forget it

Embarrassingly drunk dancer:

Both of them, though Gilbert has more rhythm

Firmly believes in couples costumes:

Again, both of them

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas:

Neither, they’re both too pragmatic to do that

Makes the other eat breakfast:

They’re both awful at actually eating breakfast tbh, but I think Gilbert’s more likely to make them both eat breakfast

Remembers anniversaries:

Both do, though Arthur’s a little bit better

Brings up having kids first:

In a human au, neither

Kills the bugs:

Arthur let’s them free, Gil grabs a slipper to kill them

First to define them as a couple:

Gilbert, goes around proudly calling Arthur his boyfriend whilst Arthur’s still a little bit confused

Who hides their guilty pleasures longer:

Both of them, though Gil holds out a little longer

Snorts while laughing:

Both do, they have such goofy laughs that they make each other laugh with them

[uniquejellyfishqueen]

CHAPTER 1:

I want to tell you a story, it’s a story I have been writing for 14 years and it has never been finished, or good enough to tell to other people. Well as I have taken a step away from the world and placed my focus solely on myself for once I have found that a work in progress is exactly where I need to be. If I were a finished work then it would be over, and there is still more chapters to come. It is long, morally fucked up with morbid humor, but it is truly unapologetically me. I no longer feel bad for any of the “explorative” decisions I made during this long period of my life. What is it going to change, nothing, nothing at all. So I am done letting the comments that were made to me in the past affect my future self any longer. The one thing I might apologize for is the exact dates, but those are irrelevant to the story itself.

So for now I give you a part of the rough draft that is my life. Also this draft of this whole story is also very very rough, but I was on the point of exploding if it did not get out of my head. More to come I’m sure.

*there are name changes FYI

Once upon a time, I peaked at 17. Not in the way fictional characters are portrayed, I literally hit the peak of womanhood at 17. And started the climb at 14, or at least that is when I slowly started the ascension into becoming a tortured poet/imprisoned writer. When I got to high school I remember immediately hitting it off with guy friends too, but I have always been that way, its a shame that we now live in a world where you don’t want a woman to be friendly with men, almost like you would prefer them to live in fear, huh? Anyways, with that being said guys and girls can just be friends. In my case it’s a little different, so when you’re 14-16 ish years old and a girl it fucking blows, don’t let people lie to you. Yes it is the time of your life, but there are so many lessons you do not see hidden there in plain sight. This is the time when a girl listens to what people say around her even if it isn’t friendly advice, or when they rebel against their family’s decisions (don’t lie you all snuck out at one point or another.) with that being said I had feelings for more than one boy at one time when I was a freshman. One boy, *Bryan was the football stud, and the other *Mark was the hockey player who was also a drummer. As I write this I see that my type was as vast as my genres of music I listen to on the regular. Believe me when I tell you this, I was a curious young woman that I knew well enough that I was sticking my hand in too many cookie jars because I singled out two boys out of the list of more than two names, which is something I saw a lot of in the way that I was raised. I saw my mom go through men like they were new underwear (to each their own, but not a good example to set.) This is no excuse for my actions freshman year but it’s honestly not my fault at all that I have a heart big enough to hold feelings for so many people, I had a lot of love to give away because all I wanted in return was to feel loved in return.

This stems from daddy issues honestly. I’ve started telling my daughter that her grandpa is out fighting bad guys and thats why mommy doesn’t know where he is, its helped me heal a bit to create a narrative where he did want me and it wasn’t true when my mom told me that he left when she wouldn’t abort me.

Freshman year homecoming was kinda fair game, so not the right choice of words at all, but it makes sense. Yes I went with the Bryan & got back together with him right at the end of the dance, half kissed Mark- we both missed, and then snuck out to a party with neither of them and met someone else. The only good decision I made that day was the color of my dress, my goodness. I would love to actually clarify for once that I did not have sex with Little Red in the tent at the party I snuck out to with *Laura. This is also a good time to give everyone a reminder on the dangers of drinking and driving because Laura’s boyfriend was smashed that night. The shituation that happened in that tent was that I was a 110# girl and tipsy on beer, on my period wearing a pad, and Little Red got handsy down there without permission and out came a bloody hand. By the next morning before I even woke up I had messages (was it still MySpace, or was FB here yet… who knows.) the important thing is that I hurt the two boys who I did have feelings for because I gave into peer pressure because I thought I needed to to be cool. You know what I bet Mark and Bryan were doing after homecoming? They were probably playing video games or something that probably seemed lame but would have actually been the better choice. Like I said being a young teenage girl with no sense of direction is a terrible time to be alive. I was grounded for sneaking out of Lauras house, how did our parents find out? Because they hacked into my social media to read my messages to see what I was doing and who I was with. I would like to think that it was only hacked that one time, but I should know better than to assume. This is where things take a turn. My mom told me that I should write letters of apology to the boys I hurt. Based solely off of memory from writing those letters I think the spicy booktok writers might have been proud of me for writing nearly identical letters to those guys. But I remember it was received that way, it was taken as the opposite of a compliment. Looking back on my younger self I see a young girl who had feelings for two boys and was honest in the best way she knew how to be. Aside from cards and little notes here and there I have since stayed away from letter writing, it burns.

Prior to starting freshman year of high school I went to a local Catholic school. I was given a talk the summer before 9th grade started my grandpa was very firm when he told me “if you get pregnant no more sports, you’ll get a job and you’ll graduate and you’ll be a mom.” That seems very normal, or at least I thought it was. Now at this point I had not tapped into my hormonal urges yet. But when I did it was at 14, and well it was memorable in itself because it was my first time. But I will also never be able to forget his grandma offering me a cookie right after we just did the deed for the first time.

After that “first” time my privacy was violated. Not by the boy but by my mom. We were on the way home from a basketball game she was driving, she did the normal mom routine “anything you want to tell me?” She didn’t give me much time to respond as she pulled out a note from a friend of mine where we discussed me losing my virginity. My mom stopped the car in the middle of a back road in our town near the local pizza joint and told me to get out of it so she could hit me, when I laughed she was serious and told that she meant it.

My privacy was violated bad enough from that one time that I stopped keeping a journal, I stopped writing things that could be used against me. But in doing so I became my worst enemy because I took away my only weapon. The even more odd part of this is that when we got home that night she took my phone away for having sex. This still makes no sense to me.. but the worst part was when they tried to limit the music I listened to because they felt that it was influencing me to be a horny teenager. No that is just the way bodies work.

But with all of those punishments no actual lessons were taught. I was not taught how to track my cycle, I was not taught about missed periods, or that for some women you do get pregnancy symptoms right away. I was given birth control pills and denied the HPV vaccine because “I chose to be sexually active.” Yet again not sure that is the way the world of Medicine is supposed to go but here we are.

The whole birth control industry as a whole needs reevaluated or just removed entirely, it is harming young girls too early, not to mention parents see the new laws and think, “Ok she’s 15 we should put her on birth control because if not she would be forced to have a baby.” This is the world we are living in today, by creating fear you are risking lives of women. By putting laws into place forcing GIRLS to become WOMEN before their bodies are ready for that decision is actually cruel and unusual punishment, from laws that were governed long before us. And we are not like them, we are not like that time.

By the time I turned 16 I had learned to flirt in the way a girl does in 2009, surprisingly I would be 10x more awkward now if I attempted to flirt. But this is where it all gets juicy. Going to a small school is one thing, but dating a guy from the equally small rival high school was gonna have its drawbacks. We met beginning of junior year, and it was one of those up and down relationships for the year. Junior year, well that was just a time to be alive. Bittersweet 17 and suddenly me and *Melvin started dating during football season, but he didn’t take me to Homecoming which was such an issue, but btw Melvin didn’t take me to his Homecoming either, someone else did. I told you this year was a cluster mess. Anyways it was up and down between Melvin and I, with all the cheating rumors and he was one of those ones that never fully trusted me when I wasn’t with him, always needing to know what I was doing this and that. Well I thought this was sweet and cute and that it meant he loved me. I drank the koolaid, and the aftertaste lingered for years.

During this loving treatment I allowed myself to go through, even though I recall friends of mine flat out saying he was a punk ass loser. Don’t worry, I can fix him… as Melvin and I are back and forth there was another boy that was brought into the mix. I don’t remember when my crush developed on *Gabe or if it was just the exciting thing to do because he was hot and I was petty? I truly don’t know how we happened but we did, more than once, but who’s counting? Pretty sure I will always make a mental connection to him every time I hear the song Paradice playing. After we had our 7 minutes in heaven I did get back together with Melvin and this is when he wrote me a loving note and it basically was a proposal in itself asking me to let him get me pregnant. And my dumb ass said yes. I had to pause so I could vomit because if you’re 17 and this happens to you, don’t hide it like I did. Buckle up this is where it gets fun. After we sealed that deal, he changed his mind. You see he took it back what he said he wanted, he said he was too young and that he regretted it, so I took Plan B for the first time. Imagine everyone’s surprise when we found out I was pregnant, don’t forget I was on Birth Control, and I took Plan B. The universe was not on my side.

When I saw 2 pink lines in my friend’s bathroom the morning of a softball double header, I mentally checked out for the day. I was still with Melvin and told him and he said we were gonna figure it all out. When I got home that day I did the normal thing a girl would do (that I would not do today) I went to my mom, who freaked out and took me to my aunts house because my mom must have missed that course in parenting because she literally had no clue what to do with me. After peeing on so many more sticks we got the same answer, I’m shocked, can you tell? The days following had me in the doctor once again getting a really helpful talk, “I can’t believe you did this, I’m so disappointed.” There truly is nothing like bedside manner to a scared teen, 10/10 Dr Murphy. That same day is when I stood in the entry way to the kitchen as my grandma told my grandpa who said he was disgusted and told me to go to my room, yes you’re right I will not be pregnant there.

I was alone

There were no hugs

There were no “it will be ok”

Those hugs that came were very rare because the few friends that knew what was going on weren’t allowed to know anymore once the decision was made for me. It’s honestly like I grew up in Vegas.

Then Melvin’s mom called my house and my mom put the call on speaker so I got the warm pleasure of hearing her call me a whore as I fell to our kitchen floor sobbing my eyes out. This was the first time I really got that insult thrown my way, so that added to this situation makes it all unforgettable.

Melvin’s mom was literally flipping through a calendar and I was expected to answer her accordingly and my mom did nothing. Melvin wasn’t really helpful either because he didn’t know who to believe, with the guilt that Melvin made me feel up until the end it really does not matter to me who he believes.

Now remember what I told you about the speech that was given to me on what would happen if I did get pregnant. Well that was apparently all bullshit, because my grandpa made me an appointment for an abortion which I did not want to have. Due to me being 17 and essentially alienated because I didn’t know what to do he forced this decision upon me. The car ride there and back I was reminded of two things, that I was disappointing, and that no one could know. Unfortunately for me that was only the first appointment. You have the initial consultation, and then you have to have a waiting period to see if you change your mind, and then you go back for the procedure for a second appointment. At the first appointment I got to have my very first ultrasound, alone. My grandpa said I could do it alone and didn’t need him back there with me.

*If you want to know where my father is at this point in my story, well the night my grandpa decided i was having an abortion I was once again sent to my aunt and uncles house where I stayed for the evening (see I was bounced around a lot..) I remember calling my dad to tell him everything and his response was that he was against abortion and hung up on me. Now for reference to the story this is super important because my grandpa had only gotten in touch with my bio dad the year prior so technically this man was only in my life for a year and took me out with one sentence. Yet again I felt alone.

After the first appointment came the few days “in between” the time that female patients are given to basically think over their choice to make sure it is the right decision for them. Did I fight my family, yes I did. I was fed every excuse under the sun of why having that baby would have been the worst decision for me. They basically would have made me choose being a part of the family if I were to have it, they had told me they wouldn’t have supported the decision. This is once again where I would like to remind you all that I had no guidance, I wasn’t given the talk at the doctors about my options, and because I was a minor what my grandpa said was the only answer, there was no fighting with someone who can only see one way. Back to the clinic I went for the second appointment. This included taking the antibiotic pill there and then doing the insertable pill where you do it at home and let it bleed out. Did you know how much blood you lose during this process? Did you know there were clots the size of lemons? Did you know you can sweat from pain that bad? Or maybe it was a fever. I am very hazy at this point but that is probably because of the amount of Vicodin that I was given, the clinic even told my grandpa they couldn’t write for more. And my mom kept giving me iced tea with extra vitamin C which can help speed up the “miscarrying” process.

Melvin was at my house each night to be with me, what was actually happening was that he made me feel guilty enough for what I went through that he made me feel like I needed to comply and have sex with him while I was actively bleeding out an abortion. That is not the action of a man that loves you. Because even if I was hornier than I could have ever been that was never the time to have sex with me. If you can’t tell by this point I was raised to please the man, and go to work. And I’m just now realizing it, this is literally an ah ha moment. My cousin did make a joke that I had conformed, guess she wasn’t wrong.

I had just gone back to school when I passed out in the bathroom and I had to go back to the clinic, where I was told that it didn’t properly take the first time so I would have to do it again. Yes that is right I had inserted 2 more pills that day when i got home and the process began again. I once again question healthcare in regard to women, because when I called the clinic recently they said they wouldn’t have had me just do it again, she told me to keep looking into this.

When that part was over and I finally resumed my life is where the next curveball came. During class one random day I went to the bathroom and found the Bitch List. These were posted by “the Senior girls” and well seeing your name and use a condom next to it was eye opening to know that no one believed the lie my parents concocted that I had Mono. For funsies February 14th is not only Valentine’s Day but it is also Condom Awareness Day… hallmark you are missing an excellent time for punny cards. The thing that irked me the most about this experience is that I was singled out for that group apology but I still didn’t give my story. It was almost kinda assumed, or it was the if you know you know. And that is where there is so much wrong with the world. So it’s been too long for me to hold it all in, and if you’re one of the ones that say they know my story, no you don’t. But you will.

Now remember how I told you that I was not properly educated on all things sex ed, so when Gabe came up to my locker after all of it went down and asked me why I didn’t tell him my response was “what could you have done?” Now I stick by this because he was a high school boy and my grandpa still scares the shit out of me, so what was gonna happen? Melvin made this experience worse on me. After the abortion happened he said something I’ll never forget, he told me I had the loosest vagina he had ever had. But this isn’t about him, and it never should have been. He never should have been part of my story and it is disappointing that he were a significant enough chapter that I am still affected by his actions 14 years later, but his chapters are over and we won’t read them again.

If I could go back now I would change everything by calling Gabe first, because it was his baby too. Who knows how the story could have changed, with my grandpa and his beliefs I don’t think much would have changed but it’s nice to imagine that it could have. The last few days I have said that sentence out loud over and over again. By me saying that he was the father of the baby I aborted is lifting a weight placed on my shoulders all because my family wanted me to keep a secret, they told me no one could know. “What would people think of you?” I hear that in my head a lot now. (I should mention that friends of mine have learned the true story, but not everyone.) But that is not fair on a young girl to grow up with that secret and have to be judged everywhere she goes because the guy that truly had no right to my body or unborn kid was the one running my name through the dirt. And the crazier part is that what happened with him Gabe and I was by chance, or fate, or something it was like the universe was telling me that my ex was not the one to do that with. So thank you universe for looking out for me on that detail of the scenario.

I don’t know the guidelines now, I would hope they are similar. But it was mandatory for me to attend therapy after the abortion. My therapist was a young blonde beautiful woman, but the important thing is that she made me feel safe enough to talk to her. I went for a few sessions and got used to this being part of my routine. I told her that after everything, I didn’t want to do sports anymore and I would have rather been writing and reading, but that was of course not an option in my house. As I was getting ready to go the one day my mom informed me that my therapist moved away and had said that I didn’t need it anymore because I was all better. Off to basketball camp I went with a wad of cash, no water, but the newest smart phone on the market because I was such a good girl and did what they wanted. They didn’t attempt to put me in therapy again or anything like that, and I remember they never asked how I was doing after it all happened. After this happened to me I made it known that my family took away the “want to be a mom” part of me as a woman, and they laughed it off and told me when I’m older and meet the right person I will change my mind.

I had my daughter in 2022. That pregnancy is a tale for another day, but because I was shamed in my own house for what I went through I was not given the proper means to grieve what happened to me. I know I had PPD but I believe it was magnified due to the ptsd of the abortion. This taboo talk has got to go, because once again there was no proper chat at the first appointment about the history of the abortion 2x in 2010. And it wasn’t important to watch out for the signs of a depressed mom. I just realized that she is my rainbow baby in a sense, she is the one I had after I had a loss. Maybe thats why her smile is so bright.

Life is not fair usually, and you have to find that out the hard way. It wasn’t until this year that I really saw how much of the past I carry everyday, it has been such a heavy load and I am finally ready to put it all away. There is more to say about my story, but not all of it needs to be told at once. As I said at the beginning I am no longer allowing the remarks and comments of others from years past hurt me now, because if other people looked in the mirror they too might see things they do not want thrown back at them. There is way more to my story as the chapters continue to unfold and a lot stems from what was written here today, in the steps to healing the written word can give so much clarity and it has been opening the door to my soul. So to the people that want to sit there and tell me they are disappointed in any decision I have made, please try on my size 7 shoe and take a walk. Because it was not a smooth little stroll. It was rough and I am not gonna sit here and feel regretful because you don’t like my life. The door is ever revolving, I’m used to people heading out, it no longer bothers me. I’m not interested in playing the game or holding the grudges anymore, I hit rock bottom lower than I ever thought possible, because I felt like I was not pleasing others the way that I should have been. The perpetual people pleaser. So in my opinion unless you are my grandpa or Melvin, in my book we are starting with a clean slate on my end.

[happilylovingchaos]

Post-ep Thoughts: This was late, along with my 1x04 post. But I think this is the first time I’ve had to rewatch an episode during a rewatch period. And I already left a whole-ass live-comment stream (sorry for the clutter, Lemon). And also, this is where I admit to inserting my biases and experiences with the show becoming more relatable for me. Perhaps not only for me.

This episode really leaned into the theme of “pride” and how easy it is for one person to think another suffers from too much of it, but it being way more complicated than that— even prideful people can put their ego aside at low points or with prompting (by choice, of course), and people who don’t consider themselves prideful have moments where they crack and show that their humble-bragging leans more towards “bragging” and less towards humility.

I’ll just cover probably the least-liked (presumably) plot segment first— I like that Michelle and Dustin’s grudge wasn’t that dragged out, even if Dustin took some… coaxing from a third party to get the two of them to just sit down and listen to each other. Like, really listen.

Can the missing moments include some moments between Iris and Dustin? It seems like on some level he may have taken her for granted and he’s definitely just as vindictive as Michelle, but he clearly cared for her sister and didn’t want to see her put herself in unneeded danger.

This did seem like a good twist in Michelle’s mystery, hearing about Iris’ sudden change in personality (“You didn’t know her, and neither did I.”). That’s always hard to hear about, regardless of how much mental health is part of a loved one/ friend’s drastic change.

Future Owen: “Hey Past Me, you wanna confront this perceived dickhead, let’s at least do it smart.” Honestly, I found Owen kinda badass in the moment as much as anyone (I mean, showing up drunk at your friend’s enemy’s doorstep, puking on their shoes, pivoting to beating them up righteously and leaving with grace and an apology for the mess? What a dad move), but Michelle and Owen are supremely lucky that Dustin didn’t file a restraining order to Owen as well. Plus, foreshadowing anger and righteousness issues…

As for the featured emergencies, starting with the steak call:

*gestures everywhere to everything in the bar* This. ALL of this. Is part why I HATE eating contests and question why the hell we as humans and Americans consider it an idea of “fun.” Just divvy up those steak portions, give them to actual starving people in your area of Texas (or for that matter if it can be managed, take it statewide), and save yourself the gastrointestinal/ urinary pains. That’s literally one of the few doable win-wins anyone can do to cut down on nationwide food waste and nutritional issues in increments.

Tangent: Agents of SHIELD gave me an unexpected and relevant (????) scientific tidbit: MNT is the first compound created to make TNT. So Michelle + Nancy + Tim? MNT? Coincidence? Maybe, maybe not. *wink wink nudge nudge* (Sorry, Tim.)

From what I can infer, I headcanon Tim to be the grounder/ voice of reason on this team when Michelle starts thinking steps ahead in a call. In a different procedural series like Code Black or M*A*S*H, I could def see her as a lowkey-cowgirl (turned former if dishonorably discharged) corpswoman/ combat surgeon.

To the yoga girl: I’d feel bad for her, but… I only feel bad that she got hurt at all, and that it only took one decision to leave her crippled.

The corn silo call had me the most on edge from start to end. Personally, Judd for the most part was kinda right to be mad with TK about potentially putting himself and Marjan in danger, just wrong to automatically assume TK had it easy in firefighting because of Owen.

Marjan could still have gotten sucked in then sucked out of the silo with the guy, and with/ without TK diving in to try pull her out. That said, I liked seeing Judd as incident commander even if he didn’t handle his anger at TK disobeying… in the most level way.

Besides the workings of Ramadan and the choices to wear a hijab or not, I don’t know anything else about Islam. That said, I wonder if the hijab is something that sets Natacha apart from her character? Otherwise, she does have very pretty hair. And, well, maybe there’s another (slightly less conservative) mosque or Muslim group in Texas if Zara gets to be more of an alpha bitch. (Later, there’s not a lot of accurate Muslim portrayal, or Marjan following her religion in-series, which… I get. I also think the writers’ room should both do some more research, and allow a Muslim-versed or Middle-Eastern writer onto the team if the overall goal is inclusivity.)*

I wish Marjan and Paul’s conversation had more time to continue. This was her first test of her integrity until seasons 2 and 4, and… hindsight sucks whenever there are missed opportunities. But, I like their friendship development and how Paul’s Strickland Sense plays off Marjan.

TSP: Late February (post-Valentine’s Day) to early March 2019, takes place over 9 days at least, I think 13 days at most (b/c pretty sure TK isn’t gonna heal that fast from the bar fight). General timeline: days 1-2: corn silo call —> Judd and TK fight —> brawl at The Trap —> police station scene. Day… 4-8: yoga malfunction —> 🥩 call —> Marjan and Zara —> 126 bar hangout —> Owen confronts Dustin. Day 9-10: make-ups btwn Dustin and Michelle + Judd and TK —> Day 13: tornado stinger.

TK’s timeline: days 1-2: corn silo call —> Judd and TK fight —> brawl at The Trap —> police station scene. Day 8: 126 bar hangout. Days 9-10: makes up w/ Judd.

Owen’s timeline: days 1-2: corn silo call —> day 3-8: yoga malfunction —> 126 bar hangout —> Owen confronts Dustin.

Michelle’s timeline: days 1-2: corn silo call. Day 3-8: yoga malfunction —> 🥩 call —> 126 bar hangout. Day 9-10: making up with Dustin.

Marjan’s timeline: days 1-2: corn silo call. Days 3-8: hijab fallout —> Zara —> yoga malfunction —> 126 bar hangout.

Episode 1x03 Texas Proud Discussion Thread

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[herofics]

Hello! I really wanted to request a continuation for the quirk swap headcannon (Dabi, Bakugou, Hawks) seasoned with cayenne. *Spice❤️‍🔥lover*. Like the quirk swap ended up lasting longer than they anticipated?🥺

I just have this idea that after being in Y/N's body for a few days/a week, there would be things about it, they find cute or hot that they never noticed before.

I was gonna write it for a longer time originally too (first ones here), so I'm happy you asked for this, also I guess this more about figuring out everyday things in a different type of body they’re used to. Again with a fembodied!reader and some hmm, let’s call it anatomical language and mentions about periods. I didn’t know how to write anything spicy about this, because it’s still their own body even if the other one is inhabiting it, so it felt weird. I kinda wanna do this separately for trans!Bakugou, because I really like that headcanon, but I didn’t want to add it into this because I didn’t do it in the first part

~Hawks/Takami Keigo~

•You’re spending the week at your apartment with Hawks, because neither of you can do hero work like this and it’s just convenient that way

•You had a lot of difficulty with getting used to his wings in the everyday stuff

•So most of the time you just go around without a shirt and just in sweatpants and without socks too

•Hawks on the other hand feels like he’s cold all the time, so he’s bundled up pretty well

•You can just wrap yourself in his wings and make yourself a cocoon of warmth, you refuse to share the warmth and Hawks has to get blanket next to you on the couch so he’s kinda grumpy

•He loves to cuddle and now he gets why you always snuggle to his chest, he has great pecs

•Hawks does end up playing with your boobs quite a lot though, not like in a horny way, he just thinks they’re fun

•He just holds them in his hands and stuff like that

•You definitely did not have a fun time with having a dick, especially because Hawks doesn’t make it any easier nor does the fact that you have to go shirtless in his body

•He’s a damn tease no matter what body he’s in, he likes to touch you anyway even if it’s his body he’s touching

•He doesn’t discriminate anyway, and he thinks he’s good looking so…

•He’s super affectionate as always and he loved cuddles

•Also he grabs your hand and puts it on his ass, which is really weird because it’s your ass and his hand and you’re feeling your own ass with his hand???

•Hawks just grinning like crazy

~Dabi~

•The little body swap incident went on longer than you actually thought it would, so for a week you dealt with being in his body and he in yours and you’re stuck with each other at your apartment

•For you, having a dick was definitely a new experience, like the random boners and all that

•You don’t get aroused by your own body of course, no matter how much Dabi likes to prance around in very little clothing while in your body

•And for Dabi, well let’s just say he doesn’t fare too well with having a cooch

•And then he has periods, well your body has periods while his mind is still occupying it

•Oh god what a trip that was

•You had to teach him how to use pads, since you thought tampons were a bit too much

•You on the other hand had to deal with the pain his body is constantly in, and some days there are pretty bad flare ups

•Of course periods come with cramps too and Dabi wonders how he never sees you groaning in pain when you get cramps

•He thought you had a low pain tolerance but he now realizes he was obviously wrong

•Anyway, he has of course had to shower in your body and stuff like that

•It’s all super weird for him, because even though he’s in your body, it’s still your body not his

•Let’s just say he knows your body well enough that there are not many new things for him to discover

•You don’t get very intimate during the whole body swap thing, at least not physically

•But the amount of stuff you talk about, my god

•Dabi likes to complain about stuff like how fast your body gets hungry and how much of a sweet tooth you have

•His body on the other hand, never seems to feel hunger, but you try to feed it in about 3 hour intervals and by the time you swap back to your own bodies he’s gained a little bit of weight, not a significant amount, but still

•You have helped Dabi change his staples in the past and stuff like that, but goddamn it hurts when you have to do it on yourself

•Dabi has also tried on pretty much all your clothes and just goes around the apartment in the smallest amount of clothing possible

•Like a big shirt and underwear because he thinks that’s what you look the best in, maybe some knee high socks because he likes the look

•He’s doing that hot girl shit

•And you’re going around in those gray sweatpants and a black tank top, because you think he looks good in those

~Bakugou Katsuki~

•The whole thing is extremely weird and makes him uncomfortable

•And when it just keeps going, and you don’t swap back he’s getting more weirded out by the hour

•When he actually has to do something, and he can’t just sit around it’s weird

•Like him going down the stairs, because he does it so fast your boobs get all bouncy and he finds it odd, because he didn’t realize it felt so uncomfortable

•Like he’s seen it happening when you go down the stairs but to feel it? Weird

•You’re trying not to use his quirk, but you had to try and roast marshmallows with it, because the explosions do generate heat, but it ended very smokey and gooey

•Bakugou is just facepalming on the side because how much of a dumbass can you be?

•At first he didn’t even want to shower when he was in your body, because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but you remind him you’ve seen each other naked and he does need to clean himself

•And you need to clean yourself too, but he can’t go into the girls shower and you can’t go into the boys shower because you don’t want to see anyone else nude or make them uncomfortable

•So to save time, you reserve one of the showers and take a shower together

•You still do it sort of separately though

•Bakugou has some difficulty wrapping your hair in a that towel turban thing, and you have to show him how

•He’s so used to having just a towel around his waist that he almost walked out of the showers with your tiddies out

•You pulled him back in and wrapped the towel around his upper body as well, before the two of you sneaked back into his room

•Bakugou does sort of get used to being in your body by the end of the week, but then you switch back and he’s so relieved

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Sex ed you (maybe) didn't get

if you have a vulva, it's normal that it secretes sticky stuff, outside of your period. that's self-cleansing. it's also normal that it can sort-of bleach your black panties. That doesn't mean that you are dirty.

the clit is not just a tiny nob, it's actually pretty big and the tiny nob on the outside is just the tip of it.

Penis and vulva have the same components, they are just arranged differently

Amab people can get breast cancer too

If you have boobies, it's normal to be able to feel some tissue, bumps and stuff, that's not automatically breast cancer. Breast cancer feels like tiny hard grains of rice or peas under the skin

bodily errection is not the same thing as consent. A dick can get hard on autopilot, and a vulva can get wet just in the same manner. Just because the body reacts (sometimes even in a sort of self protection) that does not mean consent. Those reactions are not a conscious decision.

Nipples can get hard from just about anything. Cold, wind, fabric rubbing over them, or just for fun. That, too, is not a conscious decision, and is kinda like goosebumps. Just happens.

For the love of god boobs do not give milk unless the person is pregnant/has given birth shortly before. I won't tell you to stop watching hentai, whatever floats your boat, but please don't take them seriously.

Also female body hair is normal. In average, testosterone causes more and thicker body hair, but even without, body hair is pretty normal.

There. Is. No. ✨Alpha.✨ (not even in wolves. Shut the fuck up. PWP gay fanfiction, Greek lessons and math classes are the only places I want to hear about Alphas.)

While men on average are indeed taller and stronger than women, most women could still overcome an average man by training. (Stop acting like there is no overlap. My sister could bench press you)

You can have sex during your period, it is just not overly comfortable for some people. It's a matter of personal preference. It's just as safe as sex outside of the period, so pls still use a condom.

Condoms can expire. Please never use expired condoms, they can easily tear and are therefore not usable. Also using two condoms is not safer than one condom, it's actually more likely to tear or slip, that way.

condoms are not only good for preventing pregnancies, but also STIs. So if you have other birth control methods, please still use a condom, especially on one-night-stands. If you and your partners are tested, go for it. Knock yourself out.

Consent does only count if all participants give it in a sane state of mind (no alcohol or drugs), and risk aware.

all dicks and vulvas look different from one another. Just as everyone's hands and eyes are unique, the same goes for private parts. And boobs.

Vagina is in theory not a wrong term, but reduces it all to the reproductive function, while vulva means the whole thing

Sex, Gender, Sexual- and Romantic-attraction are all separate from each other. Your Gender is not bound to your sex. Your sexuality is not bound to either your gender or your sex. You can be trans and gay. You can be trans and gay and asexual. You can be nonbinary and lesbian. You can be a straight man and aromantic. Sex, gender, sexual attraction and romantic attraction are not bound to one another. Each is a separate label, another part of you.

Labels are not stickers. You don't have to keep them, once you tried them out. I called myself bi for some time, but I enjoy the label pan more, so that's what I like to identify myself with. Labels are trying to put your individual feelings into accessable categories. They are neither mandatory nor everlasting. They might not even fit you. And that's alright.

You. Are. Not. Ugly. You. Are. Just. Not. Your. Type.

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Rant time

The way that I do Crimeboys (this isn't canon compliant with the canon version of SBI but I think if you just ignore those statements it's pretty fucking canon compliant) is them throwing the parent role to each other in sync to Wilbur's mental health issues

Because I fucking love interpretations of Wilbur that just have him be naturally somewhat mentally ill because he genuinely gives off those vibes

And when your dad leaves you and your infant brother behind to adventure with a pig when you're still really young and like. Starting puberty or some shit.

Then raising a kid is pretty hard especially when you're.... Unstable? I feel like that's the wrong word

Like

Usually Wilbur gives his best. On other days he can only do the bare minimum.

And sometimes, rarely but still periodically, he can't even get out of bed.

And that's not great when there's a little kid depending on you.

But it's not like Tommy isn't known for adaptability.

So early on smol Tommy learns that when Wilbur lacks, it's his turn to pick up the slack.

Which gives a good and in my opinion sound explanation of why they are how they are later on

Tommys extremely independent and thinks outside the box for problem solving yet is extremely dependent at the same time and has a hard time thinking inside the box.

Meanwhile Wilbur is definitely the adult in their brotherly relationship up to the point where his mental health sabotages him and he's extremely emotionally dependent on Tommy in some weird way

He's also really fucking childish I mean have you witnessed that man he makes Tommy the voice of reason at times-

And like

It's not immediately noticeable or anything, yknow.

They seem pretty normal and functional if you ignore their quirkyness

But that's just it

They grew up and developed that dynamic to be able to life.

That's why until a completely new scenario throws everything out of wack, it's completely functional.

Growing up with an older brother that has short heavily depressive episodes, Tommy learned to kinda take over and just keep Wilbur alive until the depressive episode ended and Wilbur could play the adult again

Just that that didn't work during pogtopia

Because it's not like that was just some depressive episode

Tommy knew that he dealt with them for years after all of course he'd know that

But the boy also doesn't know shit about mental health so he just does what he does for Wilbur's depressive phases. He keeps Wilbur from doing something stupid. He makes sure Wilbur eats and drinks. He makes sure they don't fall behind on anything like chores or, now, war enemy Intel.

He tries to entertain Wilbur

Like

I love interpreting Tommy's personality as something that was semi "chosen"

Like. I think it's very evident that he's incredibly endearing and entertaining and I think that fits in well with a kid who's brother is a rather negative person

Like. I like to interpret Crimeboys as sharing a lot of mental health issues but since Tommy grew up countering them for his brother they don't really start getting bad until after the bitch dies

Like

I think both of them have the problem that if they're left alone they tend to get ducked into a cycle of shit thoughts

Having an external thing to focus on helps that not happen

Which is why Tommy seems to lowkey hide most vulnerable communication behind a performance.

Stuff like seeking validation. Like communicating insecurities.

And it's why he talks to himself and puts on a sort of performance when he's alone. Or you can interpret chat as an actual thing similar to how it's interpreted in the cinema fic.

It doesn't really matter

It's actually a pretty good way to deal with the whole bad thoughts thing for him while also being able to enjoy being alone at times

Meanwhile Wilbur is an absolute 0 when it comes to dealing with his own mental health issues because the only coping mechanism he had was Tommy. He grew up with the impression that those things just kinda work out because neither of those two ever realised that Tommy's actually putting effort into making sure Wilbur can function

Which is also why they're both the way they are post revival.

Tommy's way better than ANYONE on the server when it comes to actually trying to better your own mental health because that's a skill he's unknowingly been mastering since he was a toddler.

Meanwhile Wilbur never learnt how to put any work into that stuff so he's absolutely failing at becoming a better person or healing.

Meanwhile, Tommy's grown away from a lot of their dynamic because he had to because Wilbur fucking died. So Tommy HAD to adapt to dealing with life in a new way.

Thing is that he never had to work at his "nurturing" instinct towards Wilbur because. Well. The bitch was dead.

So when Wilbur comes back Tommy goes back and assumes his old place in their relationship but everything but the placement has changed because Wilburs revival didn't just destroy the months of change Tommy went through.

It's just kinda reactivating all the stuff that didn't change because. Again. Wilbur was dead. Those behavioural patterns specific to Wilbur were put into Wilburs casket and the unburried when he was revived to come out completely untouched by time

Anyways I love making Crimeboys enmeshed or whatever you call it. They grow up together without support so they kinda grow intertwined the way trees can grow around objects. But then they're separated and both keep growing. And when they're finally reunited neither fits into the other anymore. There's still the space where the tree grew around the object, but without the object there, he tree naturally filled in a bit and now there's just an obvious space missing something that's outgrown the piece that used to fit there.

"cat, are you saying that Tommy's the tree and Wilburs the object?" No. They're both the tree. They're both the object. Both have outgrown the symbiosis or whatever you want to call it that they once had. The reason their relationship was so functional was because they grew around each other tightly. They were both kids. Neither could completely support the other and both had to be supported. That means that the only way it was gonna work out was if it was an airtight fit. Because children do have the natural desire and instinct to develop and become people.

Both definitely have their own lifes and are their own people but to be able to afford that their mutual support had to be absolutely solid.

As children we grow around our circumstances. And at some point in time we'll also outgrow them.

Tommy and Wilbur only had each other, and by the point they actually had other people they had already developed to good and functional of a system to just give that up for no reason.

Anyways. Imma cut the rant here and maybe continue it later because I have so fucking much to say about this shit because HHHHHHHHHHH

Hhhhhh, love this.

Crimeboys and their weird dependency is always gonna be an interesting thing to discuss to me. Because, sure, this probably isn't their backstory since they're not related in canon. But

BUT!

They do show a lot of signs of codependency and have been doing so for a long ass time. Like, anyone who looks at Pogtopia and says that c!Wilbur was emotionally reliant on c!Tommy to an extreme is just wrong. Like, come on.

And the button scene is what makes it obvious that c!Tommy is at least somewhat familiar with it because he knew how to deal with that shit. People don't just know how to talk someone down from committing the die. c!Quackity, who's an adult and one with a silver tongue at that, didn't fucking know. He had to rely on c!Tommy for that.

And it's not normal that a 16 yo would take the lead in that scenario, but it still worked because he knows c!Wilbur well.

And I think it's very obvious to see that, even now, c!Tommy is reliant on c!Wilbur as a leader. Because he feels safer not to be the one making decisions. But it's also obvious that c!Wilbur doesn't fucking know what to do with himself. He drags c!Tommy around everywhere, refuses to apologize to him out of fear he'll leave, tries to make himself needed in any way possible. And it just doesn't work anymore. Neither of them are what the other remembers and used to need.

It's really interesting and really fascinating.