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my lovely mutuals and followers and circle of dykes. i am BEGGING YOU to stop reblogging that "NSAIDS while on spiro damages your liver" post. there have been MANY additions in the comments expanding on the risk factors of mixing these medications (and i HIGHLY recommend looking in the comments. @/boringkate assesses the risk beautifully in there, and many others are in the reblogs expanding on the interactions and risks as well). all those aside - the major risk of mixing NSAIDs and any diuretic (not limited to, but including ibuprofen snd spiro) is RENAL (KIDNEY) PROBLEMS!!! NOT LIVER!!! and the most frequent version ive seen to that post does Not do a good enough job clarifying that "renal function" is related to your kidneys, not your liver. there are some effects that will happen on the liver eventually of course, but the premise of the interactions is wrong in and of itself and this kind of misinformation is kind of dangerous to just take at face value/without curiousity
i encourage you to read the actual drugs.com summary on the interactions between NSAIDs and spiro that keeps being referenced in that post (more on this under the cut). it is a moderate interaction manageable with increased hydration (your kidneys love water!) and, if you're taking spiro under the supervision of a doctor, monitoring of your renal function via blood tests. and i understand feeling betrayed learning there are potential interactions between all NSAIDs and diuretics because these risks are often not clearly communicated by doctors themselves, but in the pharmacy and usually in that packet that comes with your meds that most people are more likely to toss than read - but please do not make sudden rapid changes to your healthcare plans or work yourself into a panic on ever taking a pain med ever again based on that post and PLEASE fact check things you read on the internet before spreading it as Health Facts, even if its just looking up what different words mean to understand more of what you're reading. i also really do encourage y'all to read on how kidneys work and this is a really nice overview
the risk of kidney problems mostly occurs if you are (1) taking regular doses of both medications (2) NOT drinking enough fluids (3) not communicating with your doctor about all the medications you are taking. if you are taking spiro as a treatment provided by a doctor and are worried about kidney problems after that post, by all means talk to them and ask about getting a blood test to check your kidneys function/health!! im not discouraging this!! your doctor likely isnt bringing this up in the first place though because (in my cursory glance over the sources) many of these studies cited even in the drugs.com article "specific" to ibuprofen and spiro are about a variety of diuretics interactions with a variety of NSAIDs. the ones that arent paywalled are also either acute case studies about elderly patients on diuretics (so who Already have kidney problems/elimination issues) who developed heart issues after diuretics treatement or observational studies specifically on men in good health ages 20-38 to specifically look at drug interactions in the body. in the more acute cases, with proper management/alternative medications almost every single case was reversible and resolvable. many of these medications in these papers also are ones I have not heard of or taken, so i did look up every single drug i didnt recognize by name references to confirm my initial assumption that the reason this is labeled a Moderate instead of low risk interaction is because All NSAIDS and diuretics have potential interactions (confirmed also that the major effect is that NSAIDS have the potential to reduce the efficacy of diuretics, which leads to fluid and salt retention, which can lead to other issues - namely heart issues in the most extreme cases) with variable effects based on specific combination of the drugs used, the patients specific health, and the dosage (not just the size of dose, but the timing as well).
as an aside: if you habitually are taking frequent (read: daily/scheduled, not a one off for a headache or other body pains) doses of OTC NSAIDs, Regardless of taking diuretics, you NEED to tell your doctor because even though its available over the counter (at least in the US) it is still a major medication in your life/relevant to your physiochemistry!! OTC medications are often overlooked by doctors and people alike because they are seen as ubiquitous and to many doctors OTC pain meds, like NSAIDS, are assumed be used in acute pain situations where the dosage is minimal/infrequent enough it will likely have little to no long term effect with other medications.
#bunny rambles#pls read the whole thing if u saw that and are feeling scared ;~;#I'm really anxious this is gonna be taken in the worst possible ways but im also.. deeply anxious! because misinformation like this is scar#and makes people unnecessarily scared and it was a total mistake - nd the one commenter I'm thinking of even mentioned that it didnt do the#best job at clarifying - but people are still rbing the post with it's addition that doesn't really help and i just. really cant not share#anyway if ur wondering my “expertise” or whatever im a biochemist and have been studying science (not enthusiastic interest but like. doing#research. reading papers. learning the field of biology/biochem since 18 (i got really lucky with getting into a research program my 1st yr#of college and thats when i started to read papers and critically assess scientific texts also))#i dont like. using my experience sometimes cause im so scared of being taken as bossy or just. completely wrong bc im not a like World#Known Scientist or anyone even significant in the field im a tech still but like. idk. i just want my circles at least to have more info#to be able to make informed decisions#im sorry this is so long too i just. ah#im so nervous and it shows lol#celebrity bun
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hi! this is a part three to my Frontman series.
thanks for all the love on this series so far!!! I've been loving writing it so I'm super happy that people are loving reading it!
here is a link to part one and part two if you haven't read them yet!
"(Y/N)," Player 001 quietly called your name, he'd awoken twenty minutes ago and had been enjoying the serenity of having you sleeping in his arms.
At some point in the night, you'd rolled over and were now facing him, your face nuzzled into his neck. Your slow breaths tickling his skin in the best way. He hadn't felt such a profound sense of peace around him in such a long time. This was a bad idea, because now he couldn't stand the thought of losing it. Hope was something he'd let go of, but there you were, right beside him with the face of an angel, you'd quickly become his ray of light at the end of the dark tunnel he'd been stuck in for years.
Last night after he had helped you calm down and knew you were fast asleep, he'd fallen asleep in your little bed too. He hadn't intended to, he knew if people saw - whether it be the other contestants or his guards - the two of you would become a talking point. Luckily you'd managed to find a bunk that was pretty hidden away, but he didn't want to draw more attention to you. Over his time of being the Frontman he'd come to learn that attention in this place usually meant you were more of a target.
It was very early, most people were still asleep, he wanted to get up before everyone started to wake up. But he just had to talk to you first, today's game was going to be the most brutal yet. He knew that, because he planned it. He knew it was going to be tough to get through, physically and emotionally. He was terrified of what it would do to you.
He moved his head, his cheek grazing yours so he could whisper right into your ear. "(Y/N)," he repeated your name, you mumbled in response, still very much closer to still sleeping than waking up. "You need to wake up, angel." He moved his face back and brought a hand up to caress your cheek, he dared to rub his nose against yours, hoping to rouse you more from your slumber.
"Hmm.." You briefly opened your eyes, only to wince and shut them tight at the sudden onslaught of light. In-ho laughed, fighting the urge to lean in and kiss you at the sight of your bottom lip pouting. "I'm sleepy." Your voice came out whiney.
"I know, (Y/N), but I need you to listen to me."
"I can listen and sleep. I can multitask."
He sighed, rubbing his thumb over your cheek. How badly he wanted to give you whatever you wanted. Soon he would be able to let you rest for as long as you desired, he just had to get you to survive this hard part first.
"This is serious, come on pretty girl, open your eyes for me."
Butterflies. You felt them explode in your stomach. He had your attention. You listened and opened your eyes, it took you a few long blinks to be able to leave them open, and a stretch that had you arching your back more into him. He had to fight off the way that movement turned him on.
"There she is, good morning." Player 001 greeted you.
"Good morning." You smiled so sweetly at him, he was so warm beside you, so comforting. You could get used to being his little spoon. There was already minimal room in the bunks but with how close the two of you were right now, it seemed you didn't need much room, anyway.
"May I ask, why did you come here?" This question hadn't left the front of his mind. He had to get this answer before bringing up the game.
"Well, I was told I could play some games for money, I won Ddajki right away. I thought it would all be that easy." You paused and took a breath. "I have a big debt I need to pay."
"But you're so young, how could you owe so much money?"
Yours eyes danced back and forth between his. You hadn't told anyone why you were here, you hadn't really planned on doing so, either. But you trusted this man, he looked at you so sincerely, he held you so tenderly, he looked out for you. "My mother, she had been sick since I was 11. There were so many medical bills building up, she couldn't pay them because she was too sick to work. I worked odd jobs when I was old enough around school, but never earned no where near enough to pay them all back." Tears started to well in your eyes. "She died when I was 19."
"(Y/N), I'm sorry." He pressed a kiss to your forehead. You shut your eyes, enjoying the intimacy in his comfort. "What about your dad?"
You clenched your jaw and spoke with venom. "He left when I was 14. He met another woman. We never heard from him since."
In-ho was piecing you together. The twisted side of him had just discovered the reason you felt drawn to him - an older man. The dark side wanted to kill your father for abandoning you during such a tumultuous time, causing you to be here right now. The gentle side you'd brought forward was going to immediately pay off all those debts for you the second these games were over.
"You had to look after her?"
"Yeah."
"That's a lot for a young girl to go through. You didn't deserve that."
You shrugged. "I can't change it now. Death is a part of life." You said so simply. "Not in the way people are dying here, though."
That guilt he hadn't felt over any other player consumed him again.
"Anyway, I've been trying to pay the debts back since, I just can't. It's so hard. I've worked full time since graduating school and still, there's so much left to pay."
"You've been on your own since she passed?"
"For the most part." You answered honestly. He started to realise you had been living with the same loneliness he had.
He shouldn't have been surprised to find out you weren't here for greed. It wasn't even your own debt to pay back, just one that had unfortunately been left to you. Of course his good girl wouldn't be like the rest of the selfish people who compete in this contest. He wanted to scoop you up and get you out of these games now, but people would see.
Holding your eye contact, his gaze was serious. "I need you to stay by my side in the next game, okay?"
You frowned. "What if I can't?" You questioned, remembering how you got split up playing the six-legged game, luckily both your teams survived.
"You must," He paused, moving his hand that was on your face to grab one of your hands instead. "I won't drop your hand, don't drop mine."
You looked down to where his hand engulfed yours, squeezing your fingers around his, he mimicked the action. "It could be a solo game, right? What will we do then?"
How could he tell you he knew what was coming? How could he tell you he designed this next game to be so deadly? How could he tell you he knew that carnage would take place? How could he without ruining what amazing thing was forming between you both that he so desperately wanted to hold onto?
"We'll just have to see when we get in the arena."
You nodded and suddenly your mind was whirring. You were trying your hardest to think of what was to come today, your breathing got shallower. In-ho noticed your overthinking kick in, and he once again squeezed his fingers around yours.
"Hey, I will keep you safe."
"What if you can't even keep yourself safe?"
"I will be fine."
"How do you know?" Your eyes shot back to his, worry was written all over your face. You were worried for yourself, but now you were worried for him, for the people you'd grown closer to over the past few days here.
He didn't have an answer for you, at least one he couldn't admit to you. Not yet. So you spoke again. "I don't want to compete anymore, Young-il."
"I know. I don't either." That was honesty, he really didn't want to, especially not anymore now that he had you to think of.
"I wish we could escape." You sighed.
It was his turn for his mind to whir. He started having an internal battle then, over if he should confess who he was and get you out right now before too many people woke up.
"We just need to get through this next game and then surely we'll win the vote to leave." He decided against confessing. You still knew him as Young-il, not even his real name - In-ho - how could you handle everything else there was to learn about him?
"You really think we'll make it through?"
"Yes, I won't let anything happen to you."
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The curtains opened to a colourful room, a big round platform stood in the middle of the room. As your eyes darted around the room, anxiety started to fill you.
That was when Player 001 grabbed your hand, giving it a squeeze.
"Remember?" He said, you turned to look at him, nodding quickly. Knowing he was talking about not dropping each others hands. He could already see the terror written across your face. Guilt started to fill him.
As you were all walking towards the platform, the announcement was made over what the game would be. Mingle.
255 was displayed. The amount of players currently. "If they're displaying the contestant count, that must mean a lot of us are going to die, right? They want us to see that number go down." You said out loud, the group of players you'd grown closer to who were all standing around you, turned towards you. They knew you were right, it was a dark truth.
"No matter what happens, we must stay calm." In-ho spoke up, directing it to the whole group but he gave your hand a slight tug.
The platform began spinning. Your chest went tight, so did your grip around In-ho's hand.
Ten.
Everyone started forming groups, the lights were flashing. You knew you needed four more in your team to make the count. "Player 120!" You found your voice, spotting that they were a group of four.
"Run! Green door!"
It all happened so fast, but it also felt so slow. Your heart was thundering. But you were inside and the door was locked, you'd made it, you were safe.
At the sound of gunshots you jumped and turned towards the direction the noise had come in, only to met with the horrifying sight of all the contestants who hadn't made it into a room being shot to death through the little gap in the door. The colour started to drain from your face.
"Don't look." In-ho's commanding voice sounded out as he pulled you into him, placing his hands over your ears to block out the noise of the gunshots for you as much as he could. You squeezed your eyes shut.
Time seemed to move extra slow being in that room, and you knew it was because they had to move all the dead bodies away. There was enough that it was taking so long.
That was when the announcer started listing off the players that had been eliminated, the door was unlocked and you all started to exit.
You froze as a squelch noise sounded out under your shoe as you took a step. You made an audible gasp at the giant pool of blood on the floor underneath you. It was enough that you could see your own reflection in it. "Young-il." You squeezed his hand, he still hadn't let go of you.
"Look at me." You lifted your head at the sound of his voice. "You made it through, you're safe. We'll make it through again." He was so calm for you, you were so grateful.
Four. Was the next round.
168 was the amount of players left. Almost 100 people had died only after two rounds.
Three. Was the next round. This was when people really started to turn on one another, pushing, kicking, punching each other to form groups to survive. Pulling people out of rooms so they could have it, leaving the others to die. Player 001 and Player 456 made sure you got into a room with them.
You weren't doing well by this point. You couldn't take in a full breath, you were so overwhelmed. You'd never heard so many gun shots, you'd never seen so much blood, so much death. You were trying your hardest to keep a clear mind but it was feeling nearly impossible.
"I can't do this anymore." You said out loud.
In-ho and Gi-hun turned to look at you.
"I know it's hard, but you have to, (Y/N)." Player 456 said as he placed his hand on your shoulder.
"There's only likely to be a couple more rounds." Player 001 spoke this time, he knew exactly how many more were coming. "We've made it this far, we'll get through the next rounds. Remember, just keep hold of my hand." He spoke very clearly wanting to make sure you heard him, it was visible on your face that you were struggling to remain present.
Six.
There was seven of you. Everyone frantically looked around the circle.
"Should we split up?" Player 390 suggested.
"Is there enough players left to do that?" You questioned.
"I'll go." Player 001, spoke, you turned to look at him so fast your neck made a crack.
"No."
"I'll be okay." He assured you, placing your hand into Dae-ho's despite the jealous monster inside him wanting to snatch it back right away. You didn't know it but he was putting you first, he would be okay sneaking off and hiding in a room on his own, the Frontman wouldn't get killed. You wouldn't make it trying to form a new group now. "Don't let go of her." In-ho commanded him.
"Of course, sir." Dae-ho responded, quickly grabbing your hand tight.
Before you had a chance to protest, he was gone. He'd left you.
"Young-il!" You called out, but you'd already lost him.
"We have to hurry!" Player 456 yelled out, all of you moving quick towards a free room.
You turned your head over your shoulder to see if you could spot Player 001. That was when you were lifted up, your hand being ripped from Dae-ho's as you got dragged away.
"Sorry, we need her more!" Thanos held you tight in his arms, pulling you to a different room.
"No!" Dae-ho yelled out, but he was already being pulled by Jung-bae.
"Let me go!" You tried to fight against Thanos, but he was stronger.
You were pulled into a room at the last second and the door was locked behind you. As the men you were in the room with cheered, you cowered into the back corner.
You didn't know if any of your friends had made it, what if the five you were supposed to be with didn't find their sixth?
What if Player 001 hadn't found a group to go with?
What if you were truly on your own here.
You slid down the wall, you felt like you wanted to pass out. Your body trembled, your face went white, your head felt heavy and your body felt light. You were having a panic attack.
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"Gi-hun!" In-ho called out upon seeing him exit a room. He had a smile on his face.
Gi-hun didn't return it.
Player 001 watched as everyone else left the room. When the sixth person wasn't you, he panicked, but his panic showed with rage.
"Where is she?!" Instantly he lunged at Dae-ho, grabbing him by the collar.
"I don't know! I'm sorry! I had her hand but someone just grabbed her and took her so fast. Time was running out, I'm sorry Young-il!"
"I told you not to let go of her!" He shook Player 388. What he really wanted to do was snap his neck.
“Looking for your girl?" Thanos interrupted, bouncing over to the group like he was having the time of his life. "She's in that room over there. She’s having a full mental breakdown. Baby girl can’t handle it!”
Just as In-ho began to make a move towards the room, an announcement was made.
“All remaining players must return to the platform, immediately.”
Guards moved to usher the players towards the platform, one stepped into the room that you were in, In-ho surged forward. A guard stepped directly in front of him.
“Let me help her! I’ll get her out here with the rest of us!” He yelled, his calm demeanour completely shattered at the thought of losing you.
“Just kill her! She won’t make it through the next round anyway.” Someone from the platform yelled out. In-ho turned to see who it was, knowing he'd want to remember that face. He was going to pay.
“It’ll be more money for all of us.” Player 100. The eldest man here joined in. If In-ho didn't have you as his top priority, he would have grabbed the guards gun and shot them both dead. These were the disgusting, evil, selfish displays of humans that made him keep the games running.
"Let me get her, she doesn't deserve to die for being scared." He commanded, his voice strong, still angry but more balanced. Finally the guard stepped to the side.
As In-ho approached the room he heard you begging the guard, “Just kill me, please kill me.” His heart broke.
Instantly he dropped to his knees before you. "(Y/N)," He cradled your face in his hands, angling your head up to look at him. It pained him to see the state you were in. So much horror showed on your face, he knew today was going to leave with permanent emotional scars. He'd spend his lifetime trying to heal them.
"Young-il," Your eyes went wide, you looked at him in disbelief for a few moments before you leapt forward, swinging your arms around his neck. "I thought you died."
He wrapped his arms around you so tightly, holding you against him. "I'm here, I'm sorry for not staying with you."
"Don't leave me again. You let go of my hand. Don't let me go again."
"I won't, baby. I promise I won't." He could feel your body shake, he could feel your quick and uneven breaths. He'd never second guessed being the Frontman until this moment. How could he have put you through this? "You're okay, you're alive. We're almost done, then I'm getting you out of here."
You nodded against him, your face buried in his neck.
"Put your legs around me, okay?" His hands landed on your thighs and he aided in wrapping them around his hips. "I'm going to hold you through the next round. Keep your limbs gripped strong, can you do that?" You nodded. "I need to hear you, (Y/N), I need to know you understand."
"Yes."
"Good girl. Alright, one, two, three-" He grunted as he stood up, taking you with him, his arms were wrapped tight around you, holding you in place. Your had your arms locked his neck and your legs locked around his hips, clinging to him out of pure terror.
Running to a room was going to be hard like this. He turned his head away from you, whispering directly to the guard.
“I’m going to run towards the yellow door, make sure it is locked until I'm right by it, then unlock it." His voice was very quiet, but the coldness in his tone was unmissable.
“But-“ The guard began to respond.
“Do it. Nothing happens to her.” The Frontman cut off his guard. This was a demand that was non-negotiable. Once he was walking back towards the platform, he could feel the eyes of the other contestants locked onto the two of you. A few gasps sounded out, a few muttered comments. He blocked them all out. You were his top priority in this current moment.
“Young-il, are you alright holding her? I can take her from you if you need.” Dae-ho asked once you were back on the platform, in Player 001's arms. You dared to peek your eyes open, spotting Dae-ho and everyone else, relieved they were alive.
“I’ve got her. I’m not letting her go.” In-ho kept his gaze forward, fighting the urge to call him an idiot for suggesting such a thing when he couldn't even keep ahold of your hand last round.
Two.
Chaos started, this was the worst people had acted yet. As In-ho immediately took off in a sprint, you watched over his shoulder in horror as people turned on one another. You tightened your grip around him, and he did on you in response.
Player 001 managed to dodge most of the frenzy taking place, it was almost a clean run right to the yellow room. He reached out his arm towards the door handle, his hand was almost touching it when someone slammed into the two of you. You flung out of his arms and crashed into the floor with a thud.
In-ho watched in rage as the same player then tripped over you, kicking you in your side as he fell over. If he didn't have to get you in the room so quickly, he would have killed him.
"Come here." Adrenaline surged through him as he swooped down to pick you up again. You groaned, your ribs in so much pain from the fall and kick. Tears filled his eyes, a range of emotions swirled through him. Rage for what you were going through, guilt that he was the reason this was happening to you, frustration that he couldn't just free you from it right now.
Finally, he carried you into the room, he placed you down on your feet, and turned to shut and lock the door.
"Young-il," Immediately he snapped his head around to see what had caught your attention. It was him, the man who first said to kill you. He must have snuck in when you fell to the floor.
Rage. Rage. Rage. It was all the Frontman felt as he neared the man.
"(Y/N), close your eyes and cover your ears."
You did as he said, part of you knew what he was going to do already, but part of you wanted to act like it wasn't real. With your eyes squeezed shut and your hands clasped over your ears, your tried your hardest to ignore the snapping sound, but it still made you flinch.
You flinched again at the feeling of bigger hands being placed over yours that were still pressing down on your ears. "It's me." Player 001 assured you. "Keep your eyes closed for a little longer, I'll tell you when to open them, but you made it, you're okay. The game is over now."
"Young-il, did you..." You let your voice trail off, afraid of an answer you already knew anyway.
"I did what I had to do to keep you alive."
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It's when he brings you flowers for the third time that you become a little suspicious of his intentions.
"He likes you," your coworker whispers as he leaves. "When are you gonna give him the chance?"
You shrug, putting the flowers on the counter by the register, rearranging them a bit.
"I think he's just trying to be nice."
"Why in the world would he keep bringing you flowers if he wasn't interested in you?" She grabs your shoulder, pulling you to face her. "The next time he comes in, just ask him how he feels. Maybe he'll be more direct and tell you how he feels."
Two days later, he's back, carrying a red bag. He approaches the counter, opposite hand in his pocket.
"The usual?" your coworker asks, but he's not looking at her, staring at you across the room, watching you steam milk. You pour the milk in a paper cup, placing down the pitcher and finally making eye contact with him. The two of you stare at each other, your coworker glancing back and forth before approaching you.
"Let me take over," she says, taking the cup from you and putting on a lid. She leans in to whisper. "Ask him."
You glance at her before looking back at him, running your hands over your apron, approaching the register where he stands.
"The usual?" you ask, and he nods. You click on the screen, bringing up his order. "Anything else?"
"What's your favorite drink?"
You twist your lip, looking up in thought.
"It's a little complicated."
"Tell me."
You take a deep breath.
"Well, I like to get two ristretto shots over ice, add two blue sugars, sometimes I add toffeenut or white mocha, and then I add oatmilk. Or soy, if I want some protein."
He hums.
"One of those too."
You pause, tilting your head quizzically before reaching towards the register.
"What size?"
"Whatever size you get."
You squint in thought, typing in the order. You give him the total, let him insert his credit card, and grab the cups you need. You make his order quickly, placing it at the other end of the counter where he now stands. You work on the second drink, placing it in front of him a minute later. He doesn't move for either drink.
"Is... there anything else I can do for you?"
"Yeah." He pushes the second drink back towards you. "Drink this for me."
"I—"
"And take this." He places the red bag on the counter next to the drink.
"Uh... what is it?" He nods towards the bag.
"Open it."
You hesitate, sliding the bag towards you and glancing inside.
What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck, you think as you reach in and take out a heavy box wrapped in plastic.
"Perfect by Marc Jacobs?" you ask in a whisper. You glance up at him and he's just staring at you, an intense look in his eye. You swallow, peeling off the plastic and opening the box. You pull out the bottle, removing the cap and sniffing.
"Smells nice." You put the cap back on and look at him again. "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
You both stand there silently for a moment before you put the perfume back in the box.
"Did you get this for me because I smell?"
His eyes widen, his hands raised.
"I didn't—"
He stops when you smile and laugh, tossing the plastic in the trash.
"I'm just messing with ya." You see his shoulders loosen as he lowers his arms, a smirk creeping up on his lips.
"Funny."
You move the bag behind the counter, making sure there wasn't a line before returning to him.
"Do you usually buy perfume for girls?"
"No," he replies quickly, finally taking his drink. "Just you."
You hum, grabbing the drink he bought for you.
"Why?"
He swallows his drink, staring at you the whole time.
"Isn't it obvious?"
"Um... no, not really."
He scoffs, putting his cup down.
"The flowers, the perfume... what do you think it means?"
"Uh..." You glance at your coworker who's just leaning against the counter, smiling as she watches the two of you. "I, um... I thought you were just trying to be nice."
"You think buying perfume for a stranger is 'trying to be nice'?"
"I don't know," you reply defensively. "I just don't see why else you would give me stuff."
He leans his hands against the counter, bringing his eyes down to your level.
"You really can't think of any reason why someone would bring you flowers and perfume?"
You pause, then shrug, pouting at him. He sighs, hanging his head before standing up straight, grabbing his cup.
"Guess I'll have to try harder next time."
You scrunch your eyebrows as he starts walking away.
"Try what next time?" He doesn't answer, opening the front door. "Try what next time?" you yell after him, but he's already gone, taking a right and walking down the street.
You're dumbstruck. Your coworker starts squealing and jogs to you.
"Oh my god, the tension was so thick I could cut it with a knife!" She giggles and bounces. "I can't believe my work bestie is being pursued by a guy like that!"
"He's not pursuing me." She groans, throwing her head back.
"Alright, sure, keep telling yourself that. Meanwhile he'll keep bringing you flowers and then it'll be chocolate and jewelery and–"
You zone out, not paying attention. You glance at the drink he bought for you, wondering.
"He's coming!" your coworker whispers to you, bouncing for a moment before regaining her composure as he walked through the door. He approaches the counter, glancing at her before staring at you. He's carrying a bouquet of roses and a red box wrapped with a white bow.
"You're here for her, right?" she asks, pointing at you. He nods, and she turns, giving you two thumbs up as she walks past you, moving to the other side of the coffee bar. You pause, unsure, but eventually make your way to the register.
"Your usual?" you ask, but he shakes his head.
"Not today." He hands out the flowers and box. "For you."
"I..." You don't know what to say, so you just take the gifts, giving an awkward smile. "Thank you...?"
He nods towards the box.
"Open it."
You try not to show how nervous you are, putting down the roses on the counter. You peel the white ribbon from the box, taking off the red lid.
"Holy fuck?" you whisper, putting down the lid and pulling out a string of pearls. "What is this?"
"They're pearls."
"Yeah, I can see that, but why are you giving them to me?"
"Do you not like them?"
"No, I do like pearls, but–" You put the pearls back in the box, staring up at him. "Why are you giving them to me?"
"So you can wear them."
You roll your eyes.
"What? No, really? I thought I was supposed to eat them."
He smiles.
"You're funny. I like that."
You sigh, putting the lid back on the box, setting it down on the counter.
"Look, you've been really nice, but I don't think this is appropriate."
He glares.
"Why?"
"Well," you start, fiddling with your fingers, "I don't think your girlfriend would like you giving me all these things."
"I don't have a girlfriend." You blink.
"Well, I don't think your boyfriend would—"
He laughs, deep and gruff. It makes your stomach flip in the best way.
"I'm not into men."
"Then... well, why would you—"
"Look," he starts, leaning against the counter. "I want you to wear those pearls. I want you to wear the perfume I got you too. I want you to wear them to dinner with me."
Your cheeks burn. You swallow hard.
"W-Why do you want to have dinner with me?"
"You'll see." He stands up, reaching his hand out. "May I see your phone?"
You hesitate, but reach into your pocket, unlocking your phone and handing it to him. He takes it gently—holy fuck his hands are big—and taps at the screen for a little while. He hands the phone back to you, smirking at you. You read the screen, seeing his phone number and contact name: Future Husband 💕.
You sputter, wondering if your face could burn any hotter as you look up at him.
"Send me your address: I'll pick you up on Friday at seven."
Before you can respond, he turns and walks away, leaving the coffee shop. Your coworker squeals behind you.
"Oh my god, girl! I am totally living vicariously through you."
You huff, changing his phone contact to something more sensible.
Buff Guy
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Living through a war is tough but it's harder when you also have to raise sparkling. You can't completely let them know what's going on but you ant keep them totally in the dark either. Which leads to some odd chaos at the Autobots base.
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Prowl: Question. Why is your sparkling here? This is a battle preparatory meeting.
Optimus: He's keeping minutes.
Bumblebee, scribbling on a drawing pad: 🙂↕️
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Ironhide: Everyone please remember to check containers before sending them to the trash compartment. I just found Sunstreaker napping in one.
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Optimus: Reminder, weapons are to be locked and secured at all times. Putting them on a high shelf doesn't count, Cliffjumper just climbs up to get them. We cannot have a thermal grenade in the hands of someone who still puts everything he finds in his mouth.
Hound: Is that why my thermal grenade was all slimy?
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Ratchet: Alright! I know we're often in a hurry but can bots please watch their freaking feet! This is the third time this deca-cycle I've had to treat a sparkling because they got stepped on!
Hoist: Frags sake guys, they're brightly coloured.
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Jazz: Whoever gave Sunny and Sides a whole bunch of rust sticks right before their bedtime and then sent them back to me: I will find you and payback is a glitch.
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Optimus: If you're going to bring me a sparkling to complain about, can you at least make sure it's one of mine? Wheeljack, you brought me Sideswipe yesterday and were convinced he was Hot Rod.
Wheeljack: We have too many red sparklings. I think we should get rid of whichever one keeps getting into my lab!
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Hoist: Just because the Sparklings like the rust sticks doesn't mean they can eat them for every meal! They need proper nutrition!
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Optimus: I don't disagree with assigning chores to the Sparklings but 'fetch me some high grade' is not an appropriate chore.
Optimus: And rewarding them with a sip is definitely not appropriate.
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Ratchet: I understand tensions are a little high right now, but some of you need to keep your fight or flight protocols in check. Our first reaction upon seeing a little bot running towards you should not be to kick them.
Ironhide: I am so sorry for that, I had just woken up!
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Optimus: Appropriate punishments for the Sparklings do not include welding them to the walls! I don't know who stuck Sideswipe up there but you need to go let him down.
Wheeljack: That oughta teach that little Fragger to stay out of my lab.
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Jazz: I know my two tend to get into the most trouble but can you all please double check before blaming them? Someone sent Sunstreaker to time out because of something Ravage got in here and took.
Prowl: Wish Ravage had taken Sunstreaker.
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Elita-One: Everyone be aware, Cliffjumper figured out how to get into the vents. Please make sure all vent grates are properly secure.
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Optimus: At the risk of sounding unprofessional, I JUST got Bumblebee settled down for a nap, if anybot wakes him, they WILL be sent to play chicken with the Decepticon turrets.
#transformers#incorrect transformers quotes#incorrect transformers#optimus prime#tf optimus prime#tf wheeljack#bumblebee#tf bumblebee#cliffjumper#tf cliffjumper#hot rod#tf hot rod#ratchet#tf ratchet#hoist#tf hoist#tf elita one#tf Ironhide#Hound#tf Hound#Jazz#tf Jazz#Sideswipe#tf sideswipe#tf sunstreaker#lambo twins
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Welcome to the little AU I like to think about, where Viktor and Jayce both live in Zaun, and Arcane is actually about class struggle and oppression. Let's start with Jayce's backstory (you can find Viktor's here).
First of all in this house we fully accept the theory that Jayce and his mother are not from Piltover. They moved there to live with Jayce's dad when Jayce was still a kid (most likely from Ixtal). We appreciate and dig deep into mixed immigrant kid Jayce Talis narrative (yes, there will be more posts exploring this theme in canon later).
With that in mind, let's begin.
THE PILTOVER DREAM
- Let's imagine that house Talis was a bit further on the decline when Ximena and Jayce moved to Piltover. Couldn't keep up with the capitalist progress and the demands of high society anymore, losing even more of the status and wealth each passing day.
- They already downsized to owning only one factory somewhere in Zaun already. And eventually Jayce's dad had to sell it, too, to close the last debts.
A fun point to think about, because it was either leaving his grandchildren paying off the failed business expenses decades from now, or losing everything right now, and living in poverty, but without that shadow over the family. Let's not think too deeply about aggressive business takeovers and monopolies of Piltover, it'll get too sad and aggravating fast.
- Eventually, and rather fast in the grand scheme of things, Talis and his family moved to Zaun. Where he continued working as an engineer at the last Talis factory he had to sell. How about that turn of events, huh.
- Now imagine you and your mum escape poverty, get to the bigger, shinier city in another country to reunite with your dad... but end up spending only a year there at most, before you all have to move to the local poverty capital. And all the kids there look at you like "ew, you're one of those bourgeois bitches".
- So yeah, Jayce's formidable years were not as fun, not a lot of friends made between his autistic straightforwardness and the shadow of Piltover making up an imaginary chip on his shoulder.
- His dad had a nicer official job, too. Gained somewhat of a passable, if not overly friendly, reputation. Worked hard, and didn't complain or bring up any hazing. He needed this job and this reputation, after all.
"It's complicated" status on LinkedIn.
- He taught Jayce what he could in the late evenings, and let him rampage through the family's library before starting to slowly sell it off.
- Nice times didn't last long, though. Couple of years after the move to Zaun, Jayce's dad passed away at work, in a gruesome accident. Crushed to death while fixing up the broken machinery. The funding of the factory was dropping even more rapidly now, and it was not possible to keep up with all the safety protocols anymore.
- His family received a small compensation (he wasn't following the safety protocols, after all), and had to size down again, and move even deeper in the undercity.
- Ximena had to take on more work again, just like when Jayce was a (smaller) child. But now she couldn't take some of the finer, less stressful jobs, because of the missing fingers. This stuck with Jayce. This character will remember this from now on and forever.
But hey, at least there's no need to go into the mountains on the regular despite the weather conditions, right? Ha ha.
JAYCE (AND TALIS)
- Jayce stopped using or mentioning his last name even before his father's death. Though it stopped haunting him with biting remarks from the peers only after him and Ximena moved again.
- But Jayce still had his ambitions, his -dream-, his drive, the sleepless nights, and the remains of his father's library.
Never really leaving the bottom of the pit, ground 0, from the start, did make him even more passionate about harnessing magic and improving the lives of the workers.
- But let's be real here, he is kinda selfish about that. About his passion.
He could've gotten a job as an assistant in some repair shop or with a local mechanic. Be safer, have better chances of the job and salary growth. Of supporting his mother.
- And oh Jayce is all about that, that is also his big goal in life. He moved out and got a job (way too early) in his teens, to take some pressure off Ximena.
- But he got a job in the formerly Talis owned factory. The same one his dad died in.
- Because, you know. If Jayce wanted to make progress in his research, he needed access to the industrial forge and the finer quality equipment.
- So small repairs stayed as just a side gig, while teenage (maybe he was around 14 or something?) Jayce began the fast journey to permanently fucking up his back doing manual labor.
- And yes, his official position was linework, loading and/or (later in the timeline) smithing. Because they couldn't hire an engineer, no matter how promising, without papers confirming proper education. It was a proper Piltover factory, after all. They gotta do things the right and legal way.
- Instead of Kirammans, Jayce got the shift manager that lets him tinker with his own stuff at dead hours, because Jayce is a good boy who's ready to work two jobs, one under the table, all for under the table scraps pay.
- And when I say "moved out", I mean Jayce is living in prime real estate of a big industrial crate that got written off from the factory he works at. It's propped somewhere really close by to it, in the back alleyways that never see the sun.
Very practical of him, can catch more hours in the factory, and not worry about traveling back and forth, cutting down his research and work time.
- Only a few people in the factory know he's the kid of the Talis. Jayce puts a lot of effort into not bringing it up. No need to complicate things, and make more obstacles for his actual work and life goals.
- Jayce still signs every page of his research, though. But only with his last name. He thinks he's being bitter and conspiratorial about it.
THE INCIDENT x1: THE CRASH
- But guess what. Nice times didn't last long, yes. After (at most) a year and a bit at the factory, the disaster struck.
Jayce was working his usual late hours all alone, fixing some heavy machinery that broke down for the third time that week, when some very out of date mechanisms gave out and very unfortunately crushed Jayce's leg way ahead of the schedule.
Oh, Jayce almost dying on company time, just like his father before him. And in an eerily similar fashion, too.
- He didn't die, though. He was brave, and (after waking up) put his bone back into its place, and (after waking up after -that-), asked the shift manager for his non-mandatory monthly couple of days leave. Like a champ.
- He was still young, and stubborn, and terrified by what happened, and of the look the shift manager gave him after dropping Jayce off at the crate.
So he laid there on the floor (no carpet in the crate) in a daze of pain and delusions, not thinking about how this injury may cost him this job and the chance of continuing his research. Like a champ. Until the night of his last day of leave.
- And when no new miracle came through, Jayce gathered all the scrapes he could reach to make a makeshift splinter and a crutch. Maybe even from the hammer prototype handle. And set out on the long trek to the local meat vendor guy.
People at the factory mentioned him sometimes as some sort of underground doctor that helps out factory workers that can't afford visiting a proper clinic. And asks a reasonable price, it seems.
- Neither gods nor Jayce know how he managed to get to this guy's place on his own, but it took a lot of hours.
- Imagine Jayce, already pumped full of not approved for humans painkillers slumped over the metal table, doing his best puppy dog eyes like "Can you do something quick? I have to make it to the morning shift, dowctor 👉👈"
And the local butcher shop surgeon going "Yeah, me too, boy".
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Doctor: How did you get here, boy? Jayce: Hamner ✨✨✨✨✨*
His Best Friend.
*that's Jayce throwing up over the surgery table.
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- Yes, Jayce's vague hopes of getting a really good splinter went out of the window real fast.
The doctor, looking at the cracked open leg with big signs of infection and pieces of bone all over the place: “Meh, not today. Not gonna perform a puzzle. You clearly won't be paying for the extra hours, and my slop coffee's getting cold.”
- Jokes aside, he did explain to Jayce that trying to fix his leg will take a long time and probably multiple surgeries, and even with all that it will never work properly again. He will not be able to get back to his previous work for a long while. Most likely – at all.
- And Jayce couldn't have that. So he swallowed his initial panic and agreed to the amputation. Because he may have a shorter recovery time, if he's lucky. Because he can start walking again in a shorter span of time. If he's lucky. Because, sure, he can't afford the prosthetic, but he can figure it out, he can make something himself, whatever, crank it, chop it off, boss.
THE FOLLOWUP
- And, well. Jayce did eventually figure it out.
He probably had to move back in with Ximena for a while, while he recovered, and build his new leg with some input from the back alley doctor. It was quite simple and basic, his first model.
- Jayce had to keep building new ones over the next few years, as he grew older and bigger.
- He did return to the factory as soon as he could (perhaps a bit too soon, even), and continued his research.
- Jayce tried to not draw attention to his missing leg. There were plenty of amputees on the job, but all of them got their work injuries way later in life, and had plenty of strength and experience backing them up. Jayce didn't have any of that yet, only the vague rumors that he's an outsider following him all his life. So he kept quiet, and to himself. A perfect cog in the machine.
- Meanwhile, his continued research of body augmentation and prosthetics got him into a new side gig.
As payment for his operation, the back alley surgeon got Jayce to work on prosthetics for his other clients.
As in, after their operations and/or amputations, the doctor would refer people to Jayce. For a reasonable fee, of course.
- The problem in Zaun lies not only in the low life expectancy and the amount of severe injuries in the workforce. Prosthetics can make life bearable for most. It's in the prices, too.
Can regular old uncle Fedya from the nail making factory get a pair of relatively ok working fingers to keep sorting nails 16/6 after he got his hand stuck while cleaning a press? Without going into lifelong debt? Much to think about.
- The market of prosthetics is monopolized by that sickly cat chem-baron that Sevika cut into pieces. But that will happen in the future, back then he was still very much alive and ready to absorb or eliminate any competition.
- So Jayce worked on the downlow, and never took money for his work.
- And even with that he eventually ended up on that baron's radar. The fact that he did his prosthetics for free made it even worse, actually. Hah.
- But Jayce's patients didn't rat him out. The earliest ones, at least. Maybe later the back alley doctor made the rule of blindfolding patients before Jayce will work with them. Just in case.
- Sometimes families of the people Jayce helps pay him back in food. Sometimes they bring supplies for the secret lab he definitely doesn't have, shhh. Such a bright gentleman can definitely find some use for all this toootally useless junk they had lying around. He takes it, or they throw it away, you know. Or whatever.
THE OVERVIEW
- I think it will be fun to have Jayce be a silent mechanic with no name.
The patients for prosthetics never see his face, or hear his voice much. Or at all. Jayce learned to work in silence. He never leaves signature markings on his prosthetics and machines. He learned to linger in the shadows and not draw attention to how he looks or moves. To who he is.
The need to fit in and being needed forced Jayce into another version of the same rigid mold.
- Jayce has unchecked social anxiety, and gets nervous and uncomfortable when too many people pay attention to him. Or just being around big groups of people for long periods of time. He, unlike the Arcane!Jayce, was not prolongedly trained to stomach it. Social events tire him 10 times faster.
- He doesn't ask many questions, he's just there. Slouching, to occupy less space with his (smaller and shorter than in Arcane, but still) giant frame, and also because of the back pain.
- And yes, almost 10 years of hard labor starting from teen years (with not much proper training, too!) got Jayce chronic lower back pain way earlier than his coworkers. It mostly bothers him at night though, so it's alright, hahah. Doesn't impact his work much. Still easy to hide, so it's basically neglectable. Ha ha.
- Jayce doesn't keep up with his appearance that much. Looks somewhat like a stray dog. Unkept, and sometimes grimy from work, but mostly clean. Hair reaching the chin, pulled into a half ponytail, Vander-style. It's only long enough for the layer of soot to protect from the fire and metals.
- He is mostly going by Jay in this timeline. At first, he did only at work, to have more distance from his family name. But then it just stuck.
Only his mum (and later Viktor) calls him Jayce.
- Sometimes Jayce traded various knick-knacks at Benzo's. He didn't always have the money to buy things, but Jayce can barter for stuff and do little repairs.
- And no, he's not gonna stay for a full-time job, thankyouverymuch. Jayce is -very- into 16-hour shifts and his damp crate in the alley. He's all good
- Yeah, put the box of discount parts near the door, Ekko. It's for the stray.
- The back alley doctor is a big, intimidating looking guy, who runs a meat selling or other kind of food shop. With the vibes of that food stand guy from Arcane.
(To the reader: if someone knows a character from the league that would fit the bill, then do tell. I will gladly adjust and implement more canon stuff).
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NEXT UP:
Viktors bio / the story
#arcane#jayce talis#arcane au#jayvik#inevitably#Zaun AU#shtern talks#long post#so long#I have bios for Jayce and Viktor ready#and plan to eventually post my notes on the plot#and maybe even more art#if the work will be merciful#I have a lot of text on gay science brothers#but still have to iron out some plot point around it#hashtag when the gay plot doesn't work without the revolution#not sure what is happening with my life anymore#this was just a silly little headcanon to mull over in the chat#save me#let me out
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take the reins
you've dug too deep, but there doesn't seem to be a downside to that.
batfam x reader
wc: 1382
a/n: i started watching mr. robot (plz no spoilers im literally on the 3rd episode) and fell in love with it and .. started thinking !!!.. & this is lowkey set up like the start of a series, but i'll see how it goes considering i have nothing plannef at all. .. pls do send asks about this story and this reader since i would love love love to expand on it hehe
It was as if time had stopped for a moment.
You found out a lot of secrets. Secrets that can put people behind bars. What do you do with those? Send in an anonymous tip to the rare non corrupt cop, of course. You like to think of it as being a non-violent vigilante. Instead of running around Gotham in a costume and beating the bad guys within an inch of their life, you sit comfortably behind your computer screen and dig.
You dig for anything and everything you can find on everyone you encounter. Why? Maybe it's the unrelenting feeling of needing control, or the fear of simply not knowing.
By breaking something down to its source code, you're baring it all; the rights, the wrongs, everything that makes or breaks you. You won't get caught off guard if you just know how something— someone works.
Sometimes, you find nothing noteworthy. Your neighbor in 405, for example. The first time you had passed her, she sneered at you. That was good enough reason to hack her.
The woman at 405 is Emma Davis, aged 35, 5'7, date of birth: May 15th. Studied at NYU, worked a desk job at some company in Star City before getting relocated to Gotham. Yeah, I wouldn't be ecstatic either. Brings home a different person every week. Occasionally smokes weed. Also your occasional hook up. Don't make decisions while intoxicated.
Emma Davis is just a run of the mill office worker, with the same vices as most people. Nobody special.
But this? This could get you in serious shit, if you aren't in for it already.
Bruce Wayne, date of birth: February 19th, 6'2, CEO of Wayne Enterprises, adoptive father of multiple children, and... crime fighting vigilante at night.
Bruce Wayne is Batman.
It wasn't hard to connect the dots after uncovering the man behind the cowl; you figured all his children were Robins at one point. Even the dead one. Except the dead one isn't really dead, is he?
Richard Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne— all crime fighting vigilantes. What a family. You wonder who else you can unmask.
Fuck, you need to go home. Doing this at a coffee shop was a mistake, but damn it, their connection was fast. Too many people, too great a chance of a breakdown.
Close all the tabs, all the windows, scrub yourself clean of all evidence of intrusion. Don't leave a trace.
Shut down the laptop. Leave.
The sun is still out, they wouldn't be around yet. Everyone knows they all work at the dead of night.
You drown out the meaningless conversations around you, and you're on autopilot, heading to the apartment that you call home.
<>
The Waynes pride themselves on their secrecy. Hiding their vigilante alter egos behind carefully crafted lies. They built walls as tall as the buildings with Bruce's name plastered across the front.
It was a little too late when Alfred Pennyworth received an alert from the Batcomputer. Alfred sent all the vigilantes a message, and they came running in. After all, a security breach is detrimental to all of them.
The butler found a location, The Last Drop. A café right in the middle of the city.
Bruce looked through all of the files, recordings, reports— everything. The hacker didn't take anything, and didn't make copies. He deduced that whoever it was simply read.
That's no good either. Someone out there is aware of who they are, who the man under the mask is.
"Alfred, pull up CCTV footage at The Last Drop at the time of the hack."
On the screen were the grainy videos of the café, with at least 6 different angles. It was fairly crowded, filled with busybodies coming and going through the door. With 7 people on their laptops, they could narrow down the search for the culprit. But not by much.
Until two figures left the café at the same time, approximately a few minutes after the breach, but neither of them were sitting next to each other.
It was one or the other.
Tyler Hess, banker. Went to school in the city, stayed in the city. Clean records, comes from an upper middle class family. Nothing of note.
[Y/N] [L/N], cybersecurity engineer at LabyrinthTech, and one of the more favored employees. Born and raised in Gotham, graduated college a year early, and by all accounts, highly intelligent. Clean records, but skilled enough to be the one behind the hack.
"Well, I think we found our suspect. What're you gonna do about it?" Jason bristled, apprehensive that this person knew all about him.
"'You'? What, you've got your own plan?" Dick retorted.
"Maybe. Not like I'm gonna hurt the little thing," he spat. It was invasive enough that you'd hacked into their records, he thinks a little scare is warranted.
Bruce interrupted, "No, I'll deal with this. They accessed our data for a reason."
<>
It was inevitable that one of them was gonna pay you a visit tonight.
After locking yourself in the apartment, you figured a quick nap would be a good distraction from it. And it was, for a couple hours. Upon waking, you walked into the living room and lo and behold, vengeance himself was standing in your apartment.
"Can't say I didn't expect this, really," you spoke carefully, avoiding his gaze.
He grunted, "Then you know why I'm here. Why'd you do it? What do you gain from figuring out our identities?"
Out of the corner of your eye, you see a shadow moving across your window.
"Nothing. I just got curious. All billionaires are shady, and they're all hiding something. You were, by far, the most suspicious," you let out a breath. "Don't worry, that's not what anyone else thinks, at least not anyone that can do what I do,"
You hear another voice joining the conversation.
"Do what? Invade people's privacy? You should really be careful where you stick your nose in, hacker."
If looks could kill, you'd be dead ten times over. God, this guy's intense even through that helmet.
Jason Todd, aka Red Hood, date of birth: August 16th, date of death: April 27th, 6'0, occasional smoker, former Robin. Likes pot roast.
Batman— no, Bruce Wayne interjected, "Suspicious?"
"Might just be me, but I found it hard to believe the richest man in the world would be throwing so much money into this dump of a city without an ulterior motive," you look at one of the ears on his cowl, it was almost cute, "Every other rich guy did. Whatever money they put out, it came back to them ten times bigger. Nobody really felt for this city."
That was your angle? The two men went still at your somber admittance. Sure, Gotham wasn't the best city, but that's why they did what they did, wasn't it? They had the slightest urge to show you that they really did care. And perhaps show off a bit.
Jason shifted, "You did it because of a gut feeling?"
You shrugged, "It was right, wasn't it? Something was up, just not... in the way I expected,"
It wasn't everyday you uncover a vigilante that turned out to be Gotham's beloved billionaire.
"Anyway, congratulations on not being an entirely bad guy. 'm not gonna tell anyone," you murmured, "not like anyone's gonna believe me,"
You see Red Hood look at Batman, a silent conversation was, no doubt, occurring.
The two vigilantes head for your window— do these guys ever use the front door?
Bruce turns to you, "Try not to do it again,"
"No promises," you huffed. "But your defenses could use some work. Comms, body cams, and other recorded footage— they were just there."
Red Hood's helmet glinted as he tilted his head at you. You shivered.
"Right, won't do it again," and that was that.
It was like they were never here.
What a night.
<>
You scrutinized the letter in your hands.
A job offer for a position you've never interviewed for. At Wayne Enterprises.
Batman works quick, that's for sure.
The pay was good, very good. You reckon there wasn't a single complaint about that.
Hm, they're making sure you're under their watch. If you were a threat, you'd be easier to keep an eye on. Easier to control.
You weren't one to give up control, but potentially having access to the city’s… well, everything, was something too tempting to give up.
Looks like LabyrinthTech was losing their best employee.
#dc x reader#bruce wayne x reader#jason todd x reader#dick grayson x reader#tim drake x reader#damian wayne x reader#batfam x reader#red hood x reader#batman x reader#nightwing x reader#red robin x reader#yandere dc#<< just in case i decide down the line to make this a yandere thing idk#— dc.#— yan writes.#0 plot in mind just vibes
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I Slept with My Boss - Ch 1
Warnings/genre: SMUT, piv, pia, protected sex, one night stand, mxf, mxm, multiple orgasms, multiple partners, club/drinks, voyeurism, pet names, daddy kink, double pen, oral, color system
Pairing: ot8 SKZ x fem!reader
MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS, DNI
dividers made by @cafekitsune
"Y/n? Are you ready yet?" Your friend calls out.
"Almost, Yoonae!" You call back. Yoonae walks into your room, seeing you sit at your vanity, applying makeup.
"I'm taking you out every night until you start this new job. Hopefully it helps you get over him." She says, sitting on your bed.
"Please don't mention him." You groan, putting the cap back on your lipstick. You put your phone, lipstick and mascara into your handbag. You turn towards your friend, ready to go.
You enter the club behind your friend, skipping the line of complaining club hoppers. She takes you right up to the bar, ordering you both drinks.
"Let's see if we can't find someone to help clear your mind." Yoonae smiles, taking a sip of her drink. You groan again and roll your eyes. Normally, you wouldn't be down for the club scene, even more so for a one night stand. Yoonae was your best friend though, so you trusted her opinion.
"We don't have to." You say, babying your drink.
"I know, but I know it'll help." She says, looking over the crowd. "I'm going to mingle. I'll bring someone back." Yoonae wiggles her eyebrows at you, making you laugh. She steps away from the bar and walks off into the crowd.
About 20 minutes later, she comes back with two handsome men as you were sipping on your second drink. You raise a brow at her as she walks up, a wide grin on her face.
"You said 'someone', not 'someones', Yoonae." You set your glass down on the bar.
"I know, but two is better than one." She flashes a sly grin as the two men behind her chuckle.
"Fine, but you're paying for a hotel room." You point to your friend.
"No need. We have a room set up across the street." The man on the right says with an Australian accent. You look the two men over. The one with the Australian accent had broad shoulders, curly hair and large dimples when he flashes you a smile.
The man to the left has sharp features, and even sharper eyes. He looked like a sculpture with how defined his features were. If you hadn’t seen him walk over, you would've thought he was a statue. You initially thought he didn't want to be here, but when you see him eyeing you, a smirk across his lips, you think maybe he does.
"I have a good feeling about them. I'm sure they'll take good care of you." Yoonae leans in to whisper in your ear. "Maybe I can find two good ones tomorrow too." She laughs before urging you to go with the men. You watch them for a moment before standing up from your seat. You grab your hand bag and follow the men out of the club, the cool summer night air blows against your skin. Definitely feels nicer than the hot air of the packed club.
The two men stand on either side of you. The Australian wraps his arm around your waist, his hand laying on your hip. The quiet one with the sharp features places his hand on your ass. You cross the street when it's safe and enter the hotel. Leading you to the elevators, their hands not leaving you once in the lift, they ask about boundaries and the light system.
Once silence falls over you again, you look the two men over again, the elevator providing better lighting than the club. The man with the sharp features sees you looking him over and winks at you. Your cheeks turn a light pink. Was it from the alcohol you consumed, or was it the fact that you were between two very handsome men?
The elevator stops on the 8th floor and they step out with you, leading you to their suite. The Australian lets go of you and pulls out his key card. Unlocking the door, he lets you and the other man step inside first. As soon as the door clicks shut, the quiet man slips his hands around you and grabs your breasts, his lips immediately on your neck. You gasp at the suddenness of it but let out a soft moan as you lean back into him, your head tilting to the side. You just barely see the Australian come into your view as he walks around you when your eyes close.
You feel the presence of the man in front of you just before he places his hands on your hips. He presses himself against you and leans his head down to kiss across your collarbone.
"Tell us if you want this to stop at any point. Red and we will stop immediately, yeah?" He mumbles against your skin. You let out a breathy 'yeah' as you feel them both nip your skin. "You wanna get her out of this Min?" He addresses the man behind you. His hands leave your breasts as they snake around to your back. Without taking his lips off your neck, he unzips your dress and slides your dress down off you, leaving you in your black lace bra and panties.
The man addressed as 'Min' pulls back and looks your back side over, groaning softly. He goes around to your front as the Australian steps back. You open your eyes to see them both staring at you, looking you over. They both groan out, apparent tents in their pants.
"Why am I the only one that's losing clothes here?" You tease, gesturing to the two men still dressed. They quickly strip themselves of their clothes as you take your heels off, feet feeling relief from the shoes. They strip down to just their underwear.
"So," you start. "How are we doing this?"
"Do you want us one at a time or together?" 'Min' grins, eyes wandering over your body.
"However you want me. I'm yours for the night." You smile. 'Min' looks over at his friend.
"You want her first Chan-hyung? Want me to go first? Or do you want her together?" He grins.
"Mm. We have enough condoms for a one on one and for us together." Chan grins. "You go ahead first, Minho. I'll watch." He goes and drags a chair closer to the bed and sits down. Minho nods and turns back to you. He steps back up to you and holds your jaw in his hands, tilting your head back. He kisses you deeply, forcing his tongue into your mouth and you groan loudly. You wrap your arms around his waist and press your body against him. He groans into your mouth and bites your lower lip.
Minho reaches behind you and unclips your bra. You move your arms off him for a moment to let the clothing drop to the floor. He slips his hands to your front, cupping your breasts in his warm hands and you moan softly. Kissing along your jaw and down your neck, he nips at your skin as he massages your breasts, feeling your nipples harden against his palms.
"You feel so perfect.." Minho mumbles against your skin. He slides his hands across your skin and down your sides, one hand moving to your back down to your ass, the other slipping between your legs to cup your clothed heat. You gasp and moan out softly. "You're already so wet, too." He grins and kisses the top of your breasts. You grip his hair and shoulder, moaning softly as Minho rubs you through your soaked panties.
"Let's get these off and get you in that bed." He gently bites your breast and slides your panties off, letting them drop to the floor. He places his hands on your ass and picks you up effortlessly, having you wrap your legs around his waist. He walks you over to the bed.
"There's a condom on the pillow for you, Min." Chan says from his seat. He had stripped himself of his boxers and was lightly stroking himself. He nods a thank you and lays you on the bed, pressing his still clothed dick against your wet entrance. You moan into his mouth when he kisses you. He slips a hand between your bodies and immediately rubs your clit slowly. He places one hand on the back of your knee and pushes your leg open. He slips his fingers on his other hand down to your entrance, his digits sliding over your hole.
"So wet.." Minho mumbles against your lips before slipping two fingers inside you, thumb finding purchase on your clit. "So tight too." He kisses and nips down your neck to your breasts. You arch your back a bit, feeling him press against the sensitive spot inside you. He chuckles and gently bites at your nipple, pulling a gasp from you. You hear Chan quietly groan from his seat.
"Need you to cum on my fingers first, kitten…then you'll cum on my cock." Minho says before sucking harshly on your nipple. He slowly fingers you for a bit before kneeling between your legs. His thumb is replaced with his lips as he licks and sucks on your clit. Your hands find his head as he slips a third finger inside you. You feel your orgasm building quickly as he fucks you with his fingers faster, his tongue sliding along your clit slowly.
With a harsh suck to your clit, you arch your back and cum. Minho continues to thrust his fingers in and out of you through your high before sliding them out. He licks up your release before sucking it off his fingers. Standing up, he gently places your leg back down. He takes his boxers off and grabs the condom off the pillow, opening it and rolling it onto his throbbing member.
"How are you feeling, kitten? You ok to continue or you need a break?" He looks down at your fucked out face, making him chuckle. You nod slightly, softly telling him you're good. He nods and lifts your legs again, having you wrap them around his waist. He grabs his cock and lines himself up with your entrance. You didn't see his size, but he's definitely big enough to give you a delicious stretch. You arch your back again, your cunt still a little sensitive. He bottoms out inside you, and you're sure you just feel him against your cervix.
Minho softly rubs your thighs and hips while he lets you adjust to him, smirking as he sees your brows scrunch up, your hands gripping the sheets. He looks over at Chan, his friend still lightly stroking himself. Looking back down at you, he places his hands on your hips and slowly starts to thrust inside you.
"So much tighter around my cock than my fingers. She might be a tight fit for you, hyung." Minho laughs.
"Mm..we'll see." You hear Chan chuckle. Minho leans over you, placing a hand on the bed, the other still on your hip as he grinds into you. He brings one knee up onto the bed, trying to get as deep into you as possible. You bring one hand up onto his arm, the other still gripping the sheets.
"Look at me, kitten." He demands as he thrusts into you hard, pulling a loud gasp from you. You open your eyes and look up at him. He was smirking as he looked down at you. "Good girl." He mumbles. He leans down and kisses you deeply as his hips thrust into you faster. The sound of skin against skin and your moans filling the room. He pulls from your lips and bites your neck, sucking a large hickey onto your skin. You arch your back, your breasts pressing against him. Minho slides his hand from your hip to between your bodies, thumb circling your clit.
"Can you cum for me again?" He whispers against your neck, you nod a little. He nibbles across your collarbone before latching onto your breast. You already feel your orgasm building again. You hold onto his head and the sheets, moaning louder as you squirm under his touch a bit. He fucks into you hard and fast, rubbing your clit just as fast. Arching your back again, you cum hard, cunt clenching around Minho. He groans against your breast, continuing his ministrations on your clit.
"Fuck.." He whispers into your skin. He fucks you through your high, his own quickly approaching. He releases your nipple with a pop. "Almost there, kitten." He grinds into you, pulling louder and longer moans from you. You squirm a bit more, getting over stimulated. He stops rubbing your clit and places both hands on your hips again, sitting up as he fucks into you. After a few more hard thrusts, he cums into the condom. He continues to thrust his hips a bit, spilling entirely into the condom.
He slows his thrusts until he stops entirely, you both breathing hard. He grins over at Chan as he pulls out of you. He takes the condom off and ties it closed before dropping it in the waste bin. He switches with Chan, now sitting in the chair his friend was just in. Chan kneels next to you on the bed.
"How are you feeling, sweetheart? Do you need a minute or something to drink?" He pushes sweaty hair off your face.
You shake your head. "I'm good, I'm good." You smile at him, pupils blown wide. He nods and looks at Minho, who passes him a condom. He looks back down at you.
"Think you have a few more in you for the night?" Chan grins wide when you nod. He immediately slides two fingers into your sensitive entrance, pulling a loud gasp and moan from you. He chuckles and looks at Minho. "She is tight. You may be a tight fit like he said." He slips a third into you and slowly fingers you. He slides his boxers off with his free hand. He fingers you faster, pulling more and more moans from you, your walls clenching around his fingers.
He leans down and gently kisses your lips, pulling back momentarily to whisper, "Cum for me, princess." You shiver at his words, back arching as you clench around his fingers again, cumming fast. "Such a good girl." He says against your lips. He pulls away entirely, fingers leaving you. A whine slips past your lips. He puts them in his mouth and sucks them clean. He opens the condom and rolls it on to his length. He grabs you and flips you over onto your stomach. Grabbing your hips, he pulls you up onto your knees.
He presses his tip against your cunt, slowly pushing himself in. He groans at how tight you are as you moan out. He definitely felt a lot bigger than Minho. He holds you in place by your hips as he slides his entire length into you. He stills himself once he bottoms out, gently running his hands across your skin in a soothing way.
"How you feeling, princess? Color?" Chan asks as his rough hands send chills across your skin.
"Most definitely green." You say, breathy. He chuckles, slowly sliding out to the tip before slamming his hips back into yours. You moan loudly into the bed, your hands gripping the sheets tight. He does that a few more times, your eyes rolling back as you moan loudly. You feel his chest against your back, his breath hot against your ear as he fucks you more gently, teasing you.
"You're going to be a good girl for daddy, hmm?" He whispers, sending chills down your back. "You're already taking me so well. Wanna feel you cum on my cock, princess. Then you're going to be a good girl and take us both, yeah? Gonna take Minho's and daddy's cocks?" He growls a bit. You nod, letting out mumbled 'yeahs'. He chuckles before kissing across your shoulder blades, leaving a large hickey between them. He sits up and fucks you slowly, making you groan out.
He reaches around your waist, fingers finding your sensitive clit. He rubs you fast as he picks up his pace again, fucking into you hard and fast. You start to lift your upper half off the bed. Chan quickly put his hand on the back of your neck, holding you down on the bed. He grinds into you making you groan loudly. Your back arches as much as it can as you feel the knot in your stomach snap. You cum hard around Chan's cock, clenching around him.
"Good girl." He groans. "Such a good fucking girl." He mumbles out, fucking you through your high, hand not leaving your neck. His other hand moves from your clit to your ass, gripping your cheek. He continues fucking into you for a few minutes until he thrusts as deep as he can, cumming into the condom. He groans as he pulls out of you, taking the condom off and tying it off. He tosses it in the same bin as Minho.
"I've never heard you call yourself 'daddy', Chan." Minho laughs out. "That's definitely new. The boys are going to love that." Chan just rolls his eyes and gently pats your ass that was still up.
"You ready for round three, baby girl? Or do you need a minute?" Chan asks, leaning down to nip at your hip.
"I think…I need a minute." You breathe out and lay flat on the bed. You hear both men chuckle as you close your eyes.
"Let us know when you're ready, kitten." You hear Minho say, you nodding in response. You hear him stand up and feel the bed dip from his weight not long after. Both men's lips and hands are gently touching you, caressing your skin. You shiver a bit when their fingertips glide over your skin. Chan kisses and nips at your hips again, feeling him leave a few smaller love bites on either side. Minho's fingers ghost over your sides up to the sides of your breasts and back.
After a few minutes, you open your eyes and tell them you're ready. They grin and Chan helps you up. Minho stands himself and grabs another condom. He strokes himself a few times, making his cock fully erect before opening the condom and rolling it on. He sits back in the chair, Chan guiding you over. He steps away for a moment and comes back, handing Minho a bottle of lube. He pops the cap and pours some onto his dick, making sure the condom is completely coated in it.
"Be a good girl and go sit." Chan smacks your ass, making you squeak. You go over to Minho, who smirks up at you. He grabs your hips and turns you around so you're facing away from him. He gently kneads your ass before he has you position yourself over him. He helps you lower your hips, his cock slowly penetrating your ass. You gasp out and moan. Gripping the arms of the chair, you lower yourself entirely onto him. Minho groans out, his head lolling back momentarily. Once you're settled, he grabs your legs and throws them over either side of his, opening your knees for Chan.
"Such a good kitten." Minho whispers against your neck, placing a few kisses between your neck and shoulder. You groan softly when he starts nibbling on your skin. One of his hands snakes its way up to your breast, the other down to your clit. He plays with either nub, his dick twitching inside of you as you moan out. Chan steps between Minho's legs.
"Color, princess?" Chan asks as he rubs his wrapped cock through your folds.
"Green.." You moan out. He smirks at Minho before looking back down at your cunt. He slowly pushes himself in, being extra careful as he knows you're going to be really full. You arch your back at the stretch and at Minho continuing to rub your clit slowly.
"Fuck, baby girl. You really take us both so well.." Chan breaths out, watching as your cunt takes him. You were even tighter with Minho's cock in you. Minho grunts a bit as Chan slides into you, feeling Chan's cock rubbing against his while inside you and under his hand on your belly. Chan places his hands on your hips as he bottoms out inside you, a low groan escapes his throat. They let you adjust for a bit before they start to thrust into you, both setting a slow and easy pace to start.
Your head lolls back onto Minho's shoulder. You let out breathy moans into his ear, making him groan out. Minho moves his hand from your breast to under your knee, pulling your leg back towards your chest. Chan chuckles and moves one hand from your hip to hold your other leg back. Minho rubs your clit faster as they fuck up into you faster and harder. They praise you for how well you're doing, how well you're taking them. You squirm in their arms, clenching hard around them, making them groan loudly.
"Can you cum for us, princess?" Chan asks on a hard thrust. "Be a good girl and cum for daddy and Minho?" He mumbles out.
"Mm..fuck. Cum for us kitten." Minho grinds into your ass, you clench hard again as you feel your orgasm coming. You grab onto both of them as you arch your back when they attach their lips to you. As they bite and suck on your skin, you cum hard, clenching around them. They both groan loudly and cum almost simultaneously not long after you. They thrust up into you a few more times before they carefully slide out of you.
Chan picks you up and gently lays you on the bed. They both take their condoms off and toss them out. Minho lays next to you in bed and coos to you, giving you soft, gentle praises while Chan goes to the bathroom to get a rag to clean you with. He comes back and gently wipes your skin down, softly cleaning between your legs before tossing the rag on the bathroom counter. He turns the lights down low before laying on your other side, putting you between them.
"How do you feel now, sweetheart?" Chan places a gentle kiss on your temple, running his fingers over your skin.
You smile sleepily. "I feel good. Really tired though." Both the boys laugh.
"Did we tire you out that much, kitten?" Minho leans down and nibbles on your throat. You tilt your head a little for him, a sleepy moan slips past your lips and he chuckles.
"Get comfortable, baby girl." Chan kisses your lips before laying on his back. You turn onto your side and cuddle up into Chan, draping your leg over his. Minho cuddles up behind you, laying flush against you, purposely pressing himself against your ass. Minho tucks his leg against your core as he covers you all up from the waist down before settling down.
You fall asleep fairly quick afterwards. Chan places his hand on your arm that you have on his stomach, his other arm under you and Minho. Both men talk quietly before falling asleep themselves.
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Could you perhaps write something about a throuple with chartur and a male s/o? I am so sorry if this is not something you would like to even consider and I completely understand if you don't feel like writing it
Trust me brother we love a good throuple or more in this house. What's better than one boyfriend? TWO! TWO BOYFRIENDS! insert screeching eagle emoji here
Doing HCs reqs only right now so I assume u wanted some'a those.
I couldn't find any Charthur gifs that weren't sad, forgive me </3
Most of the time, Charles is the one to do or say something. Arthur beats around the bush, and Charles doesn't give enough of a fuck to mess with that. They fumbled through a few awkward conversations of their own before deciding they were both sweet on you. He was the one who bluntly asked Arthur how he felt about him, and he was the one to do that with you, too.
Charles approached you on his own, given that he'd rather not fuck them both over in one fell swoop in the worst case scenario. They'd agreed readily on that much. He asked about himself, then Arthur, and then how you'd feel about both of them. They'll talk about it if you ask, but the bond and history between them is never really something they bring up to avoid making you feel left out. You joined in, it felt natural, and that was that.
You're probably going to end up a regular mediator. Neither Charles nor Arthur place enough weight on their own discomforts, so you're going to have to force them to talk things out like grown men instead of just forgetting about it because "it's easier." They'll learn... eventually...
Charles was already less reserved with you, but when it's just the three of you, he's an entirely different man. The comfort he already finds in Arthur's presence makes it a lot easier for him to open up to you as well. Arthur, too, is much looser on your lonesomes. Even when you are merely good friends, you hadn't heard either of them talk so much and for so long. That's with affection disregarded, though Arthur's is more obvious than Charles'.
Both Charles and Arthur have limited social batteries. One of the best parts is that neither of them is going to care if all you want to do is lay between them or on them and listen to them talk without participating. Sometimes that's all they want, too. They've both got plenty of scars and moles to study when you want to retreat into your head for a while.
Laying between them is like being trapped in an oven, though. Charles runs hot and Arthur sweats in his sleep unless it's freezing outside your tent. If you've got bad circulation, one evening sandwiched between these two guys is gonna fix it. Otherwise... good luck.
Both of them prefer touch over words. Arthur's a tad bit more reserved with it than Charles. They've accidentally put their hands on your back or reached for yours at the same time more than once, and it will happen again.
They're also both fairly touch-starved. Arthur's struggled with trusting much of anyone since his first loves went so poorly, let alone finding enjoyment in anything more superficial. Charles has been alone for most of his life and almost functions better without constant interaction. But when they're starving for it, expect them to be starving.
Polyamory isn't something they're familiar with, so mostly they're feeling it out alongside you. At the end of the day, they've done worse than kiss another man. So... why not kiss two? There's a lot of passing jokes about "Who's gettin' him for today?" and "You went camping with Charles, now it's my turn." and "Hey, rude. Let me in on that."
#rdr2 headcanons#charthur#charles smith x reader#arthur morgan x reader#rdr2 fanfic#charthur x reader#rdr2#sfw#headcanon#ask#charles smith x male reader#malereader#arthur morgan x male reader#Now I kinda wanna be sandwiched between them....
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Stay Close
Slight yandere Dan Heng x reader
warnings: a bit of awkwardness? Slight fluff
Yandere Dan Heng using his Lunae form to keep a "dragon lover" reader close to him. You being from a world they're nonexistent to now seeing one that shouldn't be possible when you joined the express.
Like a moth drawn to a flame the first time you saw it you were beyond fascinated to the point everyone could tell. Yet you couldn't bring yourself to question him about it feeling it would be disrespectful since he seems so avoidant of talking about it after just a few questions you tried to ask him.
That also lead you to feel unbelievably awkward around him for a while since you've already talked about your love of dragons to the express... If you knew then you would have never said a word. How were you supposed to know there was a draconic type of human??
That lead you to research in the archives a lot to make sure there isn't anything else you should know about before it was too late.
With time things got back to normal and you started to drift away from Dan Heng. He's a guy who likes his space. Why bother him when you have Trailblazer and March to bother? Plus you're pretty sure you learned everything you wanted to know by then and your visits became less and less often.
Little did you know at that point Dan Heng didn't really like that. He grew rather used to your previous frequent presence in the archives.
What he really didn't like is when you got separated on visiting another planet. That alone wouldn't have been so bad if the person you were with trying to help the world didn't try to stab you in the back. Literally. He saw it happen and nearly lost his cool. He threw his spear just in the nick of time and punctured the person's leg, causing them to stop and scream in pain.
Obviously that startled you to turn around and see them running up and what happened.
After that there was a shift in his actions with you. Almost always in the same room especially if no one else was. Another thing you noticed was him more often in his other form. Man you want to touch his tai- no. Bad. That's weird.
It's like a train wreck no matter how hard you try to stop looking, you can't.
He knows you want to touch it. It's not hard to tell. Quite frankly, it's the opposite. It's to the point you don't even have to say it. But that's what he wants. He's willing to show this part to you alone just to keep you near if he has to. He knows you don't think he sees you looking while he's reading.
"You can try touching it, if you want."
You're shocked for a good minute, then apprehensive. You wonder if he only is saying that because your looking is pressuring him so you can stop, or maybe another bad reason you don't want to try to think about. "...Are you sure?"
Aeons, please just do already! This is more of a delicate situation though. If he wasn't as level-headed he'd have already impulsively pulled you to him with his tail and made you stay close as much as possible. "if I wasn't, I wouldn't have offered."
You cave and carefully do. It wasn't what you were expecting. it was more smooth, airy to the touch, and rather cool. Not cold, but definitely not warm either. Maybe airy wasn't the right word? Felt more like water itself but a bit more solid. So like soft ice and not nearly as cold.
You didn't want to stop touching it but didn't want to push your luck. That alone was enough for you to be happy with.
But it didn't stop there. More frequently you'd go to the archives again and he kept offering. Eventually one day he pulled you to his lap and rested his head on you while you held it. He wrapped his arms around you as well and let a mental sigh of relief. He's glad it's this way now.
This is where you belong with him. Whatever happens or comes for him, he cannot leave the express anymore. Not with you. Not with something as great as this.
He's never been more glad to have his other form than now. If it helps make you stay close, well then he might just have to start staying in this form more often. Even if around other people too.
#x reader#x you#fluff#hsr x reader#reader insert#yandere dan heng#dan heng#hsr#yandere hsr#yandere dan heng x reader#imbibitor lunae#yandere hsr x reader
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THIS TYPE OF LOVE ISN'T RATIONAL.
─── kai anderson x f! reader. smut.
warnings: mention of p in v, fingering and curses.
Minors, do not interact or read this, I am not responsible for what you read either.
The only thing separating you was the strong glass in front of you and Kai, who held the phone to his ear and his cold gaze was fixed on you. You knew he was manipulating you and somehow there you were, talking to a man you met thanks to him dialing the wrong phone line when he wanted to call Ally Mayfair and ended up calling you. He took it as an opportunity, if he manipulated the right people outside and the right people inside the prison he would be free before the elections start.
"You look hotter than the pictures you send me." he told you, a slight smirk painted on his perfect face that posed with some dark circles under his eyes. His voice was subtle and husky in your ear through that phone that was the only savior of their conversation.
"Thank you" you whispered looking down while also holding the phone to your ear.
"Hey look at me" he insisted making you raise your face looking at him. "When I get out of this dump...I'll make sure to give you the best fucking of your life." He nodded, as if that was all you were there for. Sex. Though most of it was.
"Kai, let's make sure you get out of here first" you whispered into the phone, he let out a laugh lowering the phone a little and then returning it to his ear.
"Don't say anything," he said into the phone, looking at you through the glass and mouthing the words, "I'll be out before you know it."
You felt your skin crawl and looked up at the guards who seemed completely unaware of what was happening.
"I have a guard on my side. She's in my cult too." He said, the simple fact that a "she" was near him made you feel jealous, let's see, it's kai, We know that Kai fucks anything that walks. Noticing your face he let out a low laugh and reached out his hand, resting it on the glass. "Don't worry babe. No one can match those boobs you have."
And you rolled your eyes again, clenching your teeth, damn... is everything sexual?
"Kai just stop it okay? You're making me feel uncomfortable with...literally two 60 year old ladies next to me." you said annoyed, yes, two women sitting on either side of you talking to their children.
"fuck 'em" He frowned into a grimace looking at the ladies whose sons turned to look at Kai.
"i said, stop it" You said firmly, he looked back at you and bit his lip, bringing his face closer to the glass with his ear resting on the phone.
"I love feisty girls" he purred and you were about to hang up the phone but he immediately interrupted you. "Okay, okay... I'm sorry babe, I didn't mean to make our romance so public."
He said making you roll your eyes, he just smiled looking at you, knowing he had you right where he wanted you.
"Tell me, what will you do the first time you see me there...with you" He said, tilting his head, and he was so sexy doing whatever he was.
"Scream in horror and call the police of course—" you said and his laughter interrupted you.
"As if you haven't done your research on Mr. Kai Anderson, the Michigan cult leader, who of course is a city councilman." He chuckled teasing you. "You'll do everything except scream in horror and call the police."
"As if you really knew me." You said bitterly even though you knew he knew perfectly well about you, he had people everywhere. "You're not a councilman anymore...get a grip."
"No, you only told me everything about yourself the twenty times we called each other," he said, raising an eyebrow. "And you offend me y/n, don't you know that a councilor doesn't stop being a councilor even if he dies? Sometimes I doubt your intelligence, princess. But it's okay, I can deal with that."
You rolled your eyes just to make him laugh again.
"now, now. Don't you roll your eyes at your boyfriend" He waved his pointing finger in your direction. "We're running out of time, So, be alert to calls, any strange number that calls your house...you answer. When you hear my voice you will listen carefully to where I will wait for you to pick me up in your grandmother's car. I will be dressed as a guard."
He whisper on the phone looking around hoping no one would hear him. And of course, ordering you to do things like... the crime of taking your grandmother's car without asking to borrow it.
"She'll be mad if she finds out I took it without asking to borrow it," you said worriedly, obviously caring a lot about your family in a situation like this.
"Honestly y/n, I don't give a shit about your dying grandmother. Do as I say, and you will be well rewarded." He said firmly and hung up the phone, getting up from his seat and looking at you one last time through that glass before being taken back to his cell. You couldn't help but stare at how good his ass looked in that prison uniform.
You were waiting parked in an alley that was a few blocks away from the maximum security prison, nervously waiting for Kai while you checked the time on your phone's clock, the car radio playing a cringe song.
It was that, your nerves and your lost vision were interrupted when someone knocked on your car door waiting for you to open it, when you looked up there was Kai dressed as a guard, and god he looked so damn hot like that. You quickly unlocked the car and he got into the passenger seat.
"Drive" he said giving you the order while he adjusted himself in the seat, you just looked at him, it was the first time you saw him... that wasn't through a glass. When he noticed that you weren't moving he looked at you. "I said fucking drive do i have to spell it out for you or what?"
"sorry—" You said, swallowing hard, and began to drive your grandmother's car, doing the most normal thing so that no one would notice that you had a criminal by your side.
Your morale started to hit you as you drove down the road, Kai constantly checking the rearview mirrors as your hands trembled and grasped the steering wheel.
A few minutes later Kai sighed and rested his hand on your thigh. "Good job."
You glanced at him and continued driving. "Then I'll take you home...with me."
He looked at you and let out a mocking laugh. "There's no way I'm letting your old grandmother hear us having sex."
You groaned and sighed, looking ahead, your fingers tightening on the steering wheel.
"drop the whole fucking "old" or "dying grandmother! I remind you that you are sitting on HER CAR." You yelled at him and that alone was enough to turn him on, he laughed looking at you and raised the hand that was resting on your thigh to your cheek, poking it with his finger.
You shook your head away from him, this bastard. If he wasn't so hot and you didn't have a mental hospital complex you'd dump him in the middle of the road.
It was around 2 pm when you and Kai arrived at your grandmother's house, the old lady didn't notice when you smuggled him into the house, and now both of you had locked yourselves in your room.
He looked around with a raised eyebrow and threw the guard cap he wore to the ground revealing his...attractive buzzcut that he told you before used to have long, electric blue dyed hair.
"I wouldn't expect anything less from a room in your name." He said, pointing at the One Direction posters around him.
"Leave that alone, they've been there for years," you said, overwhelmed and worried that your grandmother would come in. At which, Kai came after you, hugging you from behind, his long, veiny hands touching your stomach.
"Shhh, she's not going to notice. Plus, she seems to have a hearing problem," he whispered in your ear in a low, husky voice, making your stomach fill with butterflies and your panties feel wet. The tip of his nose began to slide over your ear down to your neck, inhaling your scent as you closed your eyes and lowered your hands over his.
His lips began to plant soft kisses on your neck, slowly opening his mouth to mark you with his hickeys...and his hips, beginning to grind against your ass through the pants you both wore.
"fuck, you made me so hard." he whispered, moving his hands down to your pants as he slowly ground the bulge in his pants into your ass, his hands agilely unbuttoning your pants. "I told you I would reward you for being a good girl." he whispered teasing you.
His fingers slowly opened the button of your pants and slowly lowered the zipper, his left hand entering your pants and then sliding under your panties, feeling how you were getting wet from the way he touched you.
"I know you were touching yourself thinking of me," he smiled, as if he had actually been watching you before. Yes, you had done it so many times that you lost count.
His middle finger began to slide up and down your pussy slit, collecting your wetness as he continued to grind behind you. His lips moving back up to your ear to bite your lobe.
"What about you?" you whispered back, wishing he had at least touched himself with you in mind. Just then, his finger collecting your wetness pressed against the tiny nub of nerves on your clit, making you gasp and push your hips back bumping against his pelvis in those pants..
"So many times. I slid my hand up and down my length with the same hand I'm using to touch you," he whispered to you, his voice ragged as his finger moved nimbly in circles over your clit making you gasp. "And then I came so much that I moaned your name...imagining you riding me in many positions."
You swallowed hard as the very finger that was playing with your clit slid down pushing itself inside your entrance, soon joined by another finger to begin moving his fingers inside of you followed by a sound of skin rubbing together.
You started to moan quietly, afraid that your grandmother would hear you. Kai slid his free hand, which he wasn't using, inside your shirt to feel your breasts, the ones he talked to you about so much, the ones he even masturbated thinking about.
He rested his forehead on your shoulder as you threw your head back, his fingers pushing back and forth inside you making you open your mouth and release small moans, as he hit that good spot, his hand that was resting on your breasts, began to squeeze them hard as if they were going to run away from him, feeling your erect nipple between his fingers.
"My cock is going to explode if I don't fuck you" he whispered with a slight husky laugh, and quickly pushed you onto your bed. Realizing what you were going to do... you were about to have sex with a criminal who escaped from prison to get revenge on a woman but now you had him in front of you, unbuttoning his pants so he could fuck you.
You, while he was undressing, took the opportunity to finish taking off your pants and your underwear, revealing your body, in his eyes you were perfect. He didn't even make sure to take off all his clothes, just his shirt revealing his well-formed chest and back...his perfect abdomen and V zone.
Moving closer to you and pushing your legs open as he pulled his pants down enough to pull his cock out of his boxers, which sprang free from its confiness the tip leaking precum. You swallowed hard as you noticed the incredible size he had between his legs, not exactly the biggest but not the smallest either... in fact, a good size... just enough to make you drip.
Spitting on his fingers to rub them over your pussy making sure you were completely soaked while his other hand worked on stroking himself sliding the precum into the base of it, bucking his hips forward to rub the tip of his cock up and down your pussy slit making you gasp, wanting to just impale yourself on his erection.
"fuck..." he whispered, and simply pushed himself inside you, having a little difficulty. But once inside you he adjusted both forearms to the sides of your head and began to move, kissing your neck. "So tight" he whispered as he moved, both of you panting and releasing breaths at the same time, your hands squeezing his back as his movements began to get a little hard.
The bed cracking with each hard thrust he gave, his lips moving down to your exposed erect nipples and sucking on each one, his pelvis slamming hard against your pussy as his balls slammed into your ass. The tip of his cock kissing your cervix.
You closed your eyes tightly, starting to moan louder and as if he was aware, he brought his hand to your mouth to silence you by squeezing it there tightly. "Shut up, we don't want to draw the old lady's attention."
You began to moan more and more, your sounds muffled by his hand as the bed cracked more and the headboard slammed against the wall, if he tried to be quiet, no shit you could still hear the bed.
But you both were about to cum and he just made sure you did, he slid his free hand between your legs again and started rubbing your clit rapidly while you tried to close your legs but the pressure of his thrusts didn't let you. So you responded by moaning loudly and scratching his back, arching your back.
Soon, he began to cum, painting your insides white as your hips shook, taking him all in...slowly cumming as well, milking his cock.
He pulled his hand away from your mouth as you gasped for air, your face red as he took the opportunity to lightly bite your nipple.
"I could fuck you again and again," he assured, looking up and staring into your eyes.
"Make sure you do it after you claim that position tomorrow." You whispered about what he would do to stop Ally from winning the election.
"Calm down princess. That position has always been mine" he brought his face closer to yours biting your lower lip lightly. "and you are my first lady."
#kai anderson#kai anderson x reader#kai anderson x y/n#kai anderson x you#kai anderson smut#kai anderson fic#cult leader#councilman#evan peters x user#evan peters x reader#evan peters fandom#american horror story#american horror story cult#ahs cult#smut#kai anderson x fem reader
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( Before you continue, please do not comment or repost with any inappropriate context. It's sad that I have to bring this up, but after having a problem with this on DA and something in a similar taste here on Tumblr just recently, I feel that it is necessary. I am a minor, and in my opinion, pregnant bellies are wholesome and not something to be sexualized, so I will not tolerate any person trying to warp any aspect of this piece into anything pertaining to fetishes or NSFW in any way. We all know how babies are made, we don't need you to yell the specifics with blatancy. Anyone who does will immediately have their comment deleted/reblog hidden, and will be blocked.
Thank you for your time <3 )
Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie had to have had the hardest time expecting their young ones out of the Mane Six: Pinkie because she's a short pudgy little muffin carrying twins with the tallest stallion in Ponyville and Fluttershy because, well. . . giant hybrid draconequus baby with chaotic powers carried by a lanky and petite mare such as herself. You can imagine the weight off-set they had to struggle with, especially in the last few months.
Pinkie has almost always wanted to be a mom. She's a people person, adores little kids, and all those years of throwing them and their families parties as well as Cuteceañera's, weddings, baby showers, and every kind of celebration in between let her see first-hoof the treasured memories made, and relationships brought closer together by the entertainment she brought forth. You can see how this might make someone like her long for the same, to feel what a wife and a mother feels and have a family of her own.
This desire was fortunately shared by Cheese who had witnessed much of what she had in his career and often wondered something similar, and though they didn't plan to have kids quite as early as five months after their wedding, they joyously welcomed the surprise. Pinkie often finds herself staring at her unborn twins and realizing over and over that her dreams are really coming true.
Pinkie normally isn't the tidiest pony ever, though she isn't the type to sit around without something to keep her busy — but like most mares with one, or in her case two, little buns in the oven, she started nesting, and when that happened, there was no stopping her.
Other than this her life went on normally, even seven months in she was still throwing parties, making ponies laugh and smile, and baking ( with close supervision from Cheese, more on that later ). In the last few months however, she did find herself slowing down and allowed herself to become more reserved, resting up for the big day and the strenious days following.
Doctors orders were to stay away from sugar after she let it slip how much she consumed on a day to day basis — though considering the twins are from Pinkie's peculiar genes, I doubt it would have mattered either way — and Cheese had a heck of a time making sure she did as told. It's not easy giving up junk food entirely when you're used to eating like that for so long. She still baked as mentioned before, under Cheese's supervision, and Cheese spent most of his time making sure his wifey didn't consume anything she was baking.
Soon though, the thought of using honey instead of sugar popped up, and she was able to eat special honey sweetened treats if she ever just couldn't ward off the cravings.
Fluttershy's foal being half draconequus and chalk full of chaotic powers no less, often gave her symptoms and side affects that one wouldn't consider normal. On top of the usual pregnancy symptoms, she also had to deal with magical stuff like sneezing bubbles, throwing up confetti, changing the colors of her coat/mane/eyes etc etc, one time she had the ability to turn everything she touched into cheese, including living organisms — THAT was a fun eight hours. All this, plus back pain and limited wing usage from her kiddo's size, overall did not give Fluttershy the best experience.
Despite everything above, Discord did his best to help her ease these strange symptoms, wether it was simple comfort methods or magical help to lessen her magical effects. One example of that, when Fluttershy's hurting back got too much for her, since she couldn't lay on her stomach to ease the pain, he would make himself into a makeshift maternity pillow. This way she has a perfect sized donut hole for her belly to rest in while the rest of her is laying comfortably on top of her hubby's velvety soft noodle side whenever she needs it, and Discord gets a warm, beautiful, feathery pegasus blanket to keep him warm, so he didn't mind in the slightest.
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Hope you enjoyed ^^ and I mean what I warned up there!
Toodles~
#frostedsketches#art#mlp next gen#mlp g4#mlp fim#hopes'ndreamsverse#my art#pinkie pie#cheesepie#cheese sandwich#fluttershy#fluttercord#mlp#wholesome cuddles#ponies#mlp ships
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He felt it. The fact that he was returning the gesture he'd made on an impulse. As though that simple touch would be enough to prove that he didn't care about whatever was wrong with him. And the reality was, he didn't care. He didn't care if he was messed up. Obviously something had to have been broken for him to wind up killing 61 people, right? Alex had been quiet and reserved from day one, Vox taking the time to inquire to him on his well being. Getting to know him. They all had their secrets. Even Vox had his secrets. And he wasn't a saint either. He'd brainwashed people for his own benefit and had zero remorse for it. But when he felt him return that kiss, Vox slid his hands up along his back, his palms pressing against it. Flat, so he could bring the other demon close enough that their chests pressed to one another. His kiss becoming more heartfelt as he poured his feelings into where their mouths had connected. He kissed him as though it might be the last time he ever got the chance to do it. And maybe he was a little fearful that this might be his only chance. He was right here after all, within his grasps. For the first time in a very long time. It could hurt him later for it, imprinting this moment into his memory. Their exchange of words just another reason for his heart to ache while his love and resentment fought for dominance over how he felt towards him. If this were to be the only chance he got to feel this though, he wanted to make it count. Offering to him a loving, meaningful kiss as opposed to one based on pure desire or rage.
When he finally pulled back from him, it was slow - if only a little reluctant. He didn't want it to end, but he felt pushing it further might blur the lines of his intent. As badly as he wanted to take it further, he would have some self control for the time being. Although just with the kiss broken, he didn't yet release him from the tight embrace he had pulled him into. The expression on Vox's display had softened for the first time since they had started this discussion. Lacking any frustration or rage for the moment. He looked onto the Radio Demon with nothing but admiration. The way he used to look at him before their fight seven years ago. Before he'd broken his heart a second time. "I belong here in Hell, too. Maybe I didn't kill anyone - but I'm sure I ruined enough lives that I might as well have." He felt like he was trying to convince him that whatever they could have, was okay. In a way, he was. Because now that there was some clarity, there wasn't a reason that they couldn't -- right? It felt like it did seven years ago... question was, would his heart be broken a third time? Why did he keep doing this to himself? Oh right. Because he couldn't help himself. He loved him still so much despite all the bullshit. Despite how badly he had hurt him and the effect that he had on him just by being around. Vox loved him so much that he had become absolutely obsessed with him. Everything he did. That hatred that burned through him, all of it was just because he was angry he couldn't have the only thing he ever wanted. Yet again, here he stood laying his heart on the line for him. Giving him another chance and wanting to offer him a place with him. Love, desperation... obsession. He couldn't stop until he had him. Didn't that mean that something was wrong with him, as well? "Self perseveration? Sure, I do. But the truth of the fact is--I'd turn all of Hell upside down to have this. Don't YOU understand? I built an entire empire just so I could prove something to YOU." His brows furrowed just a little bit. "I did this--all of this, because of you. Because you're everything to me." Love and Obsession. He'd done it out of both.
He was sorry? After all these years... after Vox had laid out all his cards on the table. He was sorry? That seemed just as bitter to him as the fact that he had admitted to reciprocating his feelings. He didn't want an apology, not entirely. While the actions of their past had indeed broken his heart time and again, it hadn't changed the way he felt. As though it were all to in spite of him. Maybe this was some sort of fate linked thing. But was it that they were fated to just keep having this dance? Always caring and loving one another but remaining at arms length. For what? His protection?
"Save it. I don't need an apology. Just as much as I don't need protecting. We're in Hell now. Haha, I mean, just look at everything I've built!" He'd moved his hand from his face to lift it. Gesturing to the blackened out monitors around them.
Vox had built all of this and even his previous life on the back of his own heartbreak. In life, he had a following. A cult that likely could have expanded with his leadership if he hadn't had met his untimely end. Now, here in Hell, he had created an entire entertainment network and practically taken over the media. Everything except for the airwaves. Which had always annoyingly belonged to Alastor. A territory he had been barred from. And by the sounds of it, would continue to be so. Which seemed all the more ironic to him. All the more frustrating. Which part of this wasn't he getting? Stubborn deer. His self-righteousness in feeling like he needed to save and protect Vox, even now was more annoying to him than the fact that they had known each other this whole time without realizing it.
And he didn't feel like dealing with it anymore. Hadn't he waited a lifetime to hear him say that he loved him? "You know what-- fuck this." Vox muttered his gaze shifting back to Alastor.
He moved both hands now to cup on either side of his face. His palms gently pressed to his cheeks while he closed the last few inches of distance between them. Bringing his screen close enough to the other sinner until it was flush against his face. All so he could connect his mouth to his. Despite being seemingly digital on a display of his flat screen of a face, the touch was very solid. Proving that his TV head was, in some ways, organic as the rest of him. Vox's kiss started out soft, gentle, and maybe even a little hesitant. It was the first they had ever shared after all. And while he was desperate to feel this touch and had yearned for it since before his death- he was still gentle. As though it might have the other shy away from him.
Gradually, though, he eased into a touch with a little more confidence. His hands moved from his face, only so he could tug the radio demon closer to himself, tightening the embrace. His heart was left both pounding and aching in his chest. Uncertain how Alastor might respond to this impulsive act. Vox clearly not interested in keeping things where they were now that they had a better understanding of one another. And willing to let go of that grudge he had been holding towards him, if only to be allowed a moment like this. It wasn't protection he wanted - it was him.
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I keep seeing people draw Astarion in Neil's outfit he wore at the baftas yesterday, and I keep checking your page to see if you had done it too LOL
Oh LMAO, I haven't 😭 I would absolutely love to though, Neil KILLED IT in that suit, and Astarion would definitely rock it too!!
Isn't it a little too late for me to start now though? It'll take a couple of days to draw, and by then most will have probably already moved on...
It's so so sweet of you to check my page though, even if it did only leave you feeling slightly disappointed I hadn't draw him yet lmao, but thank you so much anyhow, that's very sweet! ❤️
#you're not the first one to bring it up either#I've been tagged in a couple of posts about it#and trust me' it's been on my mind ever since the pics got posted 😭#“art trends” like these require you to be very quick though' and I'm really not lmaoo#same with art twitter when a new pokemon game is revealed... I truly don't know how they do it#-but thank you so much still for requesting it' kinda' and thank you for the ask! ❤️
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One of my favorite/least favorite parts of being a case manager is going with people to their appointments with their shitty psychiatrists and helping them advocate to be taken seriously and have their side effects be addressed and be given accurate information and appropriate options. And tomorrow I have 3 appointments in a row where I'm going to the psychiatrist with people and it's all the same shitty psychiatrist and they're all newer clients so he doesn't know yet that they're all my clients and I can't WAIT for the look on his face when he realizes he's going to have to actually do his job for 3 consecutive hours
#? Interrupting#That's my work tag#This dude will just say things that are blatantly wrong#Like babe I should not need to be the one to tell you that involuntary facial movements are a common side effect of antipsychotics#I should not need to be the one to tell you that people can in fact be on more than 1 ssri at a time#I should not have to be the one to bring up the fact that cogentin/benztropine exists#I am not a doctor#I literally just spent 5 years passing meds at work and so you have to know the basics of side effects#And you have plenty of examples for what med combinations are fairly common and what meds exist for what symptoms#5 years of having meds be an aspect of my job should not mean that I know basics better than the PA psychiatrist#I would get it if it were little nuances that I had picked up from being physically around people on those meds for so many hours#There's stuff that's small enough to not make it into a textbook but big enough to affect someone's life#So you learn about it if the person talks to you on a daily basis over time but not if you're studying it#But this is absolute basic stuff that I was taught via standardized training courses within the first month of my first job in the field#Anyway#It's either going to be miserable for me or fun for me and it doesn't hurt my clients so I've decided it's going to be fun
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“Oh...”
The look on her face said it all, and Randall found himself faltering in response: A part of him was afraid that that would be her answer, and her expression only confirmed it. She was ultimately alone in the world-no family, no friends, no one.
In a way, he could relate: Outside of his parents, he didn’t have any friends...the one he’d had as a boy he’d lost contact with when his parents sent him away to boarding school, and it wasn’t like he was all that chummy with his coworkers, who tended to ignore him and keep to themselves, and his boss was no better. He didn’t have any friends outside of work either; his life just consisted of getting up, going to work, and going home. Again, he was fortunate to have his parents in his life, and was grateful for them, but even so...
Swallowing hard, Randall still managed to put a smile on for her (understanding how she felt, in a way, and wanting to remedy that feeling for the both of them; in a way, he supposed, they already were, given the time they’d been spending together, however brief, and he was grateful for it), suggesting in a hopeful tone, “Maybe...we could be friends? You and I?”
He gestured between the two of them to underscore this, before adding, his tone as gentle as his gaze as he said, hoping she would understand and accept, “I...I would like to be your friend, Emily.”
#((you're welcome! and i get it; even if it's not your favorite; it was still your first; and i can see how special that'd be!))#((they always say 'you never forget your first' in the context of a lot of things; and it's very true; even for first musicals))#((so i absolutely understand the optimism; and again i hope you have a great time!))#((and true; crazier things have happened! i admit that i've had a sneaking suspicion when it comes to 'phantom'))#((something tells me it won't be forever until we hear the music of the night again; in one capacity or another!))#((and i agree; alw may not be my favorite person either; but i appreciate him trying to keep 'phantom' on broadway))#((and if there's anyone whose got the power to bring it back; it'd be him!))#((so like you said; he might have an ace up his sleeve somewhere in there!))#outofhatboxes#beatingheart-bride#V:Part of Your World
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Wait...
You ship an uncle and a niece? (I haven't watched Encanto)
That's spicy, good on you for joining the dark side.
Wait, I just realized that relationship isn't considered consanguineous in Judaism so I guess you're not a real incest shipper
I also ship a pair of cousins from the same movie!
And, I mean, consanguinity is consanguinity-- but only certain types of consanguineous marriages are prohibited under Jewish law, and uncle-niece or cousin-cousin relationships are permissible. (A distant cousin of mine actually had grandparents who were an uncle and niece. Family lore has it that because the niece's mother was much older and had emigrated before the uncle was born (and died when her daughter was young) the couple didn't actually realize that they were related when they first met. They broke up when they found out, but when the girl admited the whole story to her father (who was the Chief Rabbi of a major region of Canada) he told her that there was no problem and she was free to marry his brother-in-law if that was what she wanted. And they all lived happily ever after, etc.)
#encanto#thoughts#shipping#brumira#bruno x mirabel#bruno madrigal#mirabel madrigal#otp: bringing you home#not my first choice of ship dynamics but this one is SO GOOD#isamilo#isabela x camilo#isabela madrigal#camilo madrigal#you're right that i wouldn't really consider either of these ships incest per se#though the encanto fandom tends to categorize all the intrafamililial ships as 'madrigalcest' and call it a day#thanks for the ask!#all queued up
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