#and second i was about to get my period and third i was hungry and fourth i was emotional

[lan-wangjis-autism]

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#I am pissed off. I am on my period. I can feel the blood. I am hungry. I feel like I'm literally fucking starving #I can't eat anything because the only food we have in this stupid fucking house are either fucking disgusting; need to be cooked; need a #plate or silverware to be eaten; or is my sister's food #They don't take anything of me seriously; least of all my hunger #I'm fucking fourth priority #First is my sister second is themselves third is my brother and finally way down there at fourth is me #Actually fuck that nevermind fourth is the dog fifth is me #The only one behind me is my cat and I prioritize her more than me #If my sister's hungry then they'll fucking take down the entire world to wait on her hand and foot #If I'm hungry they'll shrug and go 'what do you want us to do about it' #I get it that its hard to take care of someone so picky #But for fucks sake you aren't even trying #Any time I want something it's always 'too expensive' #I don't feel loved at all #The amount of times my father has fumbled my name and called me my sisters names or my brother's name or the fucking dogs names #My father called me the dead dog's name before he called me my name #I don't care that they buy me antiques I'd rather fucking have food than antiques #He tries to buy my love and yet he's buying the wrong things #Like yes I like antique photographs and jewelry #However I'd rather fucking have food #I'd rather not feel like I'm going to keel over from starvation every moment

[ao3commentoftheday]

What would you usually advise for an aspiring writer who just... Doesn't have a wide range of English vocabulary? :( I've never written anything yet but for many times in my life, I've been surrounded by literature and fanfiction that I feel at home with the topic. I have stories in mind for my fandoms that I wish that I can write. But the problem is-- English is not my first language. I worry that my dialogues or storylines may not sound appropriate if I ever write and it reaches audience outside my country. I also worry that my world knowledge and or social awareness may be so small that I may not make things... relatable. Do I need to read a lot before being able to start to write? Because I read somewhere that good writers are also wide readers.

I definitely agree that reading more (and reading broading across genres, cultures, and time periods) is a valuable way for a writer to spend their time. By reading, you become familiar with the components of writing and how to put them together. You get a feel for styles that really resonate with you and you also learn what kinds of writing you just don't really like much at all.

That said, I don't think you need to do all of your reading before you start writing. Watching a lot of youtube videos about swimming isn't going to do much for you until you actually get into a pool. Knowing the theory is only half of the battle. Being able to practice is important too.

Remember, you don't have to do it all in 1 story. You can start by writing things that are within your knowledge and when you're comfortable doing that, you can see if you enjoy researching too. If you do, then great! You've got more potential topics to write about. If you don't, that's great too! You get to dig in deeper on the themes and touchstones that you already know.

There's nothing shameful about getting really good at writing the same few things. No one ever asked Agatha Christie to stop writing about murder because she really should branch out.

Having simpler vocabulary is also nothing to be ashamed of - although based on your ask, I think you don't have anything to be worried about. For this, and for the other worries you've expressed, I recommend asking a friend (either in person or in fandom) to read over your work with you. A beta can be there to help with grammar and spelling, but they can also assist in developing ideas or identifying opportunities you have in your story. They can be a cheer reader or a sensitivity reader too.

When it comes to being relatable, just remember we're all human. We all live. We'll all die. We all feel happy and sad and angry and bored and hungry. A lot of us fall in love. A lot of us have caring families. Some of us are heartbroken for almost all of our lives. The city that we do it in or the workplace or the type of school doesn't matter. It's the experience part that's universal.

I'd love to hear from other authors who write in second (or third, etc) languages about your thoughts on this one. And for everyone else, please feel free to share your thoughts as well.

#asks and answers

[vauxxy]

KILLER

spiderman!luke castellan x reader

part 1 || part 2

★ "i am sick of the chase but i'm hungry for blood, and theres nothing i can do"

ABOUT - luke castellan is new york's very own 'friendly neighbourhood spider-man'- because of course he fuckin' is. to make matters even better, you're the only one at school who knows. lucky you.

WARNINGS - australian slang yet again (sorry guys, i cant help it. its in my blood!), swearing, first person?? idk i thought it'd be cool. sorry if it sucks. lol. mentions of adderall (she has ADHD) and vaping. reader is a rich girl and the leader of the sassy girl apocolypse.

"are you okay, ma'am?"

"dont call me ma'am, luke."

"okay, what the fuck."

that's how i found out the nerd in my AP chemistry class was spider-boy. i mean, obviously i had caught on to his whole 'superhero thing' like, a week after the news articles started flooding in. it was so obvious.

luke is probably one of the only guys in the world dumb enough to put on a latex suit in order to help old ladies cross the street. sure, he's a good samaritan- and sure, he's saving small businesses from being mugged into bankruptcy and shit; but who cares?

every night, i see him swinging from building to building like a fucking weirdo. it gets old after the first 100 foot drop down from the hilton hotels building. like, we get it. you're spider-man. good for you.

sadly, my cynicism was brought to a halt as soon as he saved me from being brutally robbed on my way home. of course i got mugged on the one day i decided not to wear my doc martens. just my luck.

i used to cut through this sketchy alleyway to get to my bus stop because it took way too long walking around the block- that was my first mistake. DO NOT GO INTO SKETCHY ALLEYWAYS IN NEW YORK. NOTHING GOOD HAPPENS IN AN ALLEYWAY.

my second mistake was deciding against popping my second addy during 5th period, because if i had, then maybe i'd be alert enough to clock what was happening before this druggie had his glock pointed at my head. well, at least it wasn't his dick. praise the lord!

the druggie snuck behind me, before literally grabbing me by the neck and pushing me up against the wall of the dingy alleyway. then, he pulled out a WHOLE ASS GUN from his pocket and held it to my head, using the sleeve of his sweater to cover its form.

my breath hitched as the water bottle inside my backpack pressed against my spine. that was my third mistake. frank green water bottles hurt when they're pushing into your bones.

"you're gonna give me all the money you've got on you, kay?" he asked in a low, raspy voice. he definitely smoked 5 packs a day.

nevertheless, i nodded and reached into the side pocket of my backpack. i pulled out my cute little mimco purse and started taking out all the cash in it. it hurt my soul to get rid of it- that money was supposed to go towards my new vape. bummer.

my hands were shaking as they held the messy assortment of bills, waiting for him to take it from me and just leave me alone.

"good. thanks- dont be tellin' anyone about this, or else i'll find you,' he threatened, slowly pulling the gun away from my head.

"i wont, i swear!"

"you're taller than him, ma'am. why dont you just kick him to the curb?"

i furrowed my brows, my eyes scanning the alleyway for the origins of the voice. the origins of luke's voice.

his nasally tone was so distinct, i could recognise it with my head underwater.

"the fuck?" called out the short, ugly smoker with my money. he whipped his head around furiously, suddenly a lot more alarmed than when he was robbing me. suddenly, the nerdy loser in latex swung down and pushed him onto the cold ground.

spider-boy grabbed his wrists and held them behind his back, before webbing them together in some homemade handcuffs.

"are you fuckin' kidding me?" the guy grumbled, his voice muffled by the gravel pushing against his mouth as spider-dork held his head to the ground.

"nope, not kidding you," he sighed, using his webs to secure the man into his position on the ground. he dug into the mans pockets and pulled out my money.

yep, that was luke castellan all right.

spider-nerd leapt off the constrained druggie and walked over to me, handing me back my assortment of bills. "are you okay, ma'am?" he asked, looking downwards a bit to meet my gaze.

thats exactly how luke looks at me. he's gotta be luke- he HAS to be.

i had been watching luke for weeks. i had been analysing his every movement, every strange look and awkward gesture. i was 99.9% sure that spider-man was luke castellan.

but there was only one way to find out.

"dont call me ma'am, luke."

luke choked on air, taking a step forwards as he clumsily held onto the wall in shock. "okay, what the fuck?"

i laughed dryly, my eyes narrowed as i stared at him. the whole ‘spider-man’ thing really did suit him.

"you know?" he stuttered out. i nodded, before pointing over at the guy still squirming under his webs. "maybe you should get rid of him," i said calmly, crossing my arms over my chest after stuffing my money into the pocket of my jeans.

"oh. yeah, right."

before i knew it, luke had quite literally kicked the guy in the head to knock him out.

"are you allowed to do that?" i asked, my eyes wide in shock.

"nah, not really," luke shrugged, before looking down at his watch and pressing a few buttons.

"i thought you were supposed to be a friendly neighbourhood spider-boy," i retorted. luke scoffed, looking back up at me with what i could only assume to be a sly grin from under his mask. "its spider-man,” he corrected.

“and criminals who mess with pretty girls deserve to be curb stomped."

okay. yeah. he had a fair point. i am rather pretty.

then, out of nowhere, luke grabbed me by the waist and aimed his wrist towards the sky. before i knew it, he was swinging us towards the sky like a fucking lunatic.

“luke! what the fuck?!” i screamed, wrapping my arms around his neck and clinging to his body for dear life.

“what’s your addy?” he asked, his toned arm keeping me in place as it pressed against the small of my back.

‘what’s your addy?’ seriously? what a fuckin’ loser. i would’ve made fun of him for using snapchat lingo if it weren’t for how strong his arms were. jesus christ, they were so big and toned… no wonder he skips gym class every lesson; he doesn’t want to show off. what a humble king.

“uhh- greenhead avenue!” i cried out, digging my head into the nook of his neck. gods, he smelt good.

luke nodded, holding me tighter as he swung us through the air. “rodger that.”

“thanks for like… saving me, or whatever,”

i stood inside my bedroom, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as i clung onto the window frame. luke took off his mask as he stood on the balcony, leaning against the railing. he shot me a meek smile, tilting his head to the side as a way to play down his cocky demeanour.

he’s never gonna let me live this down.

“don’t worry about it.”

he paused, letting his smile drop. “just- promise you won’t tell anyone?” luke asked, his voice low as he leaned forward.

of course i wasn’t going to tell anyone- i’m not a total cunt. i have morals… sometimes.

“i promise, luke.”

he smiled, pulling his mask back over his head before taking a step back. “great. see you on monday,” he called out, jumping off the railing and swinging away from my apartment building.

as soon as he left, i face planted against my bed.

luke castellan was spider-man. i fucking knew it.

that was fine. i knew that.

but what really got me was how hot it was when he held me by the waist, how good he smelt, how raspy his voice was- WHAT THE FUCK.

no. what the fuck. are you kidding me. god no. no no no no no no no. i’m going to jump off the balcony. this is it.

of course. just my luck.

that day i confirmed my suspicions of luke being spider-man.

i also realised why i cared about it much.

fuck my life.

#luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan fic #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan imagines #luke castellan drabbles #spider-man!luke castellan #spider!luke castellan #spiderman luke castellan #luke x reader #luke castellan pjo #luke castellan fanfic #pjo x you #pjo disney+ #pjo tv show #pjo x reader

[allur1ngs]

OKKK SO WE KNOW HOW BADAS LOKE WHEN Y/N GETS SICK BUT IMAGINEEE.. hwat me out okay..y/n gets sick while baba is on a business trip… I FEEL LIKE SHE’D BE EXTRA WORRIED BC SHE CSNT BE THERE TO TAKE CATE OF HER AND MAKE SURE SHES HESLTHY she’d probably cal hyo every hour to get updated

the timing of this ask is crazy cause i think i'm getting sick😭 but you're so right, she'd be worried out of her mind. but can you blame her when both of your lifestyles are so dangerous?

even before you get sick, just the thought of leaving you has her gnawing at her lip anxiously.

"are you sure you'll be okay without me?" bada asks you again, the handle of her black suitcase clutched between her fingers.

you roll your eyes playfully at your wife, sighing as you move to her side. "i'll be fine, it's only five days. besides, kirsten needs you in australia."

bada looks between your eyes, a frown settling on her pink lips. "you'll text me every day, right?"

"of course." you smile, taking her unoccupied hand and weaving your fingers through her own.

"and if anything happens you'll call me so i can take the next flight home, right?" she emphasizes. "no matter what it is."

"yes, i promise." you laugh a bit at bada's worried demenour.

"don't worry boss, we'll take care of her." tatter speaks up, her and all of the bebe girls--except for lusher, who's accompanying your bada on her business trip--standing behind you with confident looks on their faces. "no one will lay a hand on her."

bada still looks unconvinced but glances over at hyo, who's standing off to the side. "keep me in the loop about everything that goes on in here." she nods at your bodyguard.

hyo quickly stands tall, nodding back hurriedly.

"i want daily reports at minimum, keep your phone on hand because i'll be checking in whenever i have time." bada says sternly.

"yes, boss." hyo answers back immediately.

still looking hesitant, bada turns back to you, the cold in her eyes melting away to mush. "i'm going to miss you." she says quietly, bringing her pointer finger to drag it across your cheek.

you close your eyes at the sweet action, sighing blissfully. "i'm going to miss you too."

your wife lets go of the handle of her suitcase and places her hands against your cheeks. she leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "take care of yourself, please."

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the entire ten hours and a half of her private jet ride, bada stares out of the window, watching the clouds pass by like fluffy mountains of cotton with deeply furrowed eyebrows.

"i don't get why you're so worried." across from her, lusher snacks on the food the flight attendant brought. "you should really eat, by the way."

bada tears her eyes away from the window to watch lusher, her expression unamused. "i'm not hungry." she says gruffly. "and i'm worried because i haven't been separated from her this long before. what if something happens while i'm away?"

"if something does," lusher responds calmly, "the girls will take care of it. you need to stop worrying."

although it seemed like lusher's words were able to placate bada's qualms at the moment, they didn't stop her from becoming a helicopter wife.

bada calls you the second she lands in australia, when she gets to her hotel, and stays on the phone with you until nightfall.

the following morning she factimes you and asks to see what you're wearing for the day, as well as what you plan to do. it's almost like she hadn't left at all.

...that is until the third day of her trip--her busiest day--when she hadn't been able to call you at all until later in the evening.

bada holds her personal phone up to her ear, checking her watch periodically as the dial tone beeps in her ear. two rings pass until the other line picks up, making her breathe a sigh of relief she didn't know she was holding in.

"hello?" she calls out immediately.

"hey, boss." a tired-sounding hyo picks up.

bada stands up straight, her eyes narrowing. "why are you answering from my wife's phone?"

hyo briefly remains silent on the other line before she opens her mouth, about to speak, but is cut off by bada's worried voice.

"did something happen?"

"well..." hyo trails off. "yes."

"what is it?" bada shoots back, her voice rising in volume.

"...she's sick." hyo sighs, rubbing her eyes on the other side of the phone.

"sick?" bada says, her tone pitching upward in surprise. "how bad is it?"

"she has a pretty high fever and a stuffy nose." hyo reports.

"when did she fall ill?" bada's eyebrows furrow, a sinking feeling burning in her stomach.

"last night." hyo admits. "her fever began relatively low, but then her temperature slowly started to rise. we were worried we'd have to bring a doctor to look after her."

bada closes her eyes, mentally cursing herself for leaving you when she had a feeling you'd need her. "so why didn't you call a doctor or me?"

"we wanted to, believe me, but she asked us not to. she didn't want to worry you." hyo pauses, "and the fever started to calm down a bit."

bada sighs, resting her head against the wall behind her. "are you there in the room with her?" she hears a hum on the other side of the phone. "facetime me, i want to see her."

hyo complies, factiming bada and walking over to your bedside. when your wife finally catches a glimpse of you, her heart aches.

your eyes are closed as your chest rises and falls a bit laboriously with sleep, perspiration from your sweat making your skin glisten under the light. your eyebrows are furrowed together in discomfort while tatter and minah who are just barely in frame wipe a cold towel across your cheeks and forehead.

they briefly look up to see bada, their worried looks never diminishing, even when they wave at her. your wife can barely wave back before a small noise makes hyo move the phone back in your direction.

your eyes slowly flutter open, your lips parting as you blearily look around until you see bada's face on the screen of your phone.

"bada?" you croak, shuffling closer to hyo to get a better look at your wife.

"hi honey." she answers back softly. "how are you? i heard that you're sick."

"i have a fever." you sniffle, barely able to keep your eyes open because of how exhausted you are.

"baby..." bada trails off, giving you a faintly scolding look. "i told you to call me if anything happened. i was worried."

"i'm sorry." you say timidly. "didn't wanna bother you, especially when you're so busy."

"honey, i'd rather have known than be kept in the dark. remember what i always tell you?"

"never keep secrets if they're about something important." you parrot back like a scolded child. behind you, tatter takes the towel off of your forehead, dips it in a bowl of water filled with ice before she places it back on your forehead and dabs it against your skin.

"that's right." bada nods. "call me next time."

"i will.." you say solemnly. "but don't worry about me, okay?"

"you're sick." bada asserts. "naturally i'm going to worry about my wife being ill."

"it's not that bad anymore," you respond weakly.

bada is about to speak when the sound of someone knocking on the door of the room she's in reaches her ears. she glances away from her phone and sighs, realizing it's time for her to return to her meeting. "hold on, there's someone here. i'll mute myself but stay on the line, hyo." she tells your bodyguard.

hyo flips the camera so bada can see her nod before she flips it back to you.

on the other line, bada turns to the door. "come in." she calls out in a slightly annoyed tone.

the door opens and kirsten steps into the room, looking very upbeat. "just wanted to check in and see if everything was okay. you were taking a while."

"sorry kirsten." bada sighs. "i need to head back home early."

"really?" kirsten's expression melts into one of confusion and slight worry. "is something wrong?"

"my wife has a high fever." bada responds. "i would like to go back to take care of her."

"oh, that's terrible." kirsten breathes sincerely, her eyebrows furrowing. "you should fly back then. don't worry about staying any longer, i managed to close the deal while you were in here."

"thank you, kirsten." bada says gratefully, moving to shake her friend's hand.

"it's no problem, you should be there to take care of your wife." kirsten smiles. "tell her i said hi when she gets better."

"of course." bada nods.

so she rushes to fly back to korea on her private jet, and returns home early the next morning to stay by your side. she feeds you, watches over you, and waits on you hand and foot until you get better<3

(she doesn't go on buisness trips for a whole year after that incident...)

#౨ৎ melody's newsletter #bada lee x reader #bada lee x reader fluff #not this being long😭

[deejayrockz]

PAIRING — teacher!wilbur x teacher!reader

SUMMARY — the grumpy geography teacher gets teased about his slightly obvious crush on the english teacher across the hall.

NOTES — grumpy x sunshine trope, shy!wilbur because i said so, fem!reader (use of miss when referring to reader).

EXTRAS — i am in love with this idea so badly ohmyggoodd, written at 2am so might be sloppy my bad 💔 short little drabble i had, might expand on it tomorrow

Wilbur, or Mr. Soot as his students know him, was currently in his room, sitting in the most uncomfortable teachers chair you could ever imagine. The class he currently taught were silent, as they usually were for him, heads down working on some past paper he had found for them to complete.

Wilbur has never quite understood how teachers had enough time in the day to come up with fun learning ideas for their students, but he never dwelled on it long, as he enjoyed waffling on about different countries and places. His students didn't quite enjoy it (they made that clear after multiple students had called him the 'boring teacher').

"Mr. Soot?" He heard your voice from the doorway, causing his head to lift up, looking at you with a sort of calm expression. This was rare to see on his face, as it was usually flat with the odd smile every now and again.

"I believe these are yours," You walked closer, seeing the printed papers he had sent off just a few minutes ago, in your hand, "English printers are broken, had to use the geography ones, hope I wasn't too much of a bother."

You could never be a bother. Not to him, atleast. Wilbur had decided he had simply admired your teaching skills, nothing more, nothing less.

"You weren't, thank you," He muttered. He could feel his cheeks tingle slightly as your hands brushed when he took them out of your hand and placed them on his desk.

The minute you left he heard small snickers from his students, arguably causing his face to heat up more. He sighed, which had just made the students giggle a little more. He wouldn't deny the embarrassment he felt after realising the whole class had now believed that he and the sweet, caring english teacher had something going on.

After what felt like the most painful and excruciating 10 minutes of his life, the class had finally ended, leaving him alone in his classroom for break. Well, he was alone. Until you decided that those very embarrassing 30 seconds you spoke while in his room weren't enough.

"Hey, Mr. Soot," You smiled, walking into his room and perching yourself on one of the empty desks. He sent you a smile before forcing himself to look away, paying insanely close attention to the paper he was marking.

"Hey," He replied, looking back up at you from his desk

"You seem lonely." Your legs swung back and forth as you crossed your ankles together, leaning back on your palms.

"It's nice, prefer the quiet." Will leaned back in his chair, twiddling with a pen he had in his hand.

"So, you wouldn't enjoy keeping me company during lunch and breaks?" You raised your eyebrows, tilting your head in a mocking manner. He scoffed, as if you were joking. You weren't.

"Don't you usually have students in there?"

"I do, but they wouldn't mind an extra person. Besides, I much prefer talking to someone my age than some 15 year old," You smirked, standing up from your seated position on the desk, and making your way out.

"It'll be nice for a change, I promise," You smile at him and he swears his heart skips a beat. That shouldn't be normal. Should his heart be moving so quickly? He was forced to not send himself into a deep spiral of possible medical problems he could have wrong with him, as the bell had gone off, signalling third period.

Fourth period, with a class of year sevens that had just had a geography lesson, was arguably the worst. It was lunch next, and they were all hungry, tired, and usually annoyed from their last lesson. However, today seemed a little different. They seemed almost relieved, as if their last lesson wasn't so bad.

"Hey, Miss, did you see Mr. Soot today?" One of them had asked, as you paused from writing the date on the board.

"Yeah, I saw him earlier, why?" You turned, facing the smiling eleven year olds in their seats.

"Did you see how happy he was?" Another had asked, "He was standing up, moving his hands around, he even smiled more than three times, that's a new record."

"Oh, right," You smiled, going back to teaching literature as your class kept cutting in to babble about possible theories. A new girlfriend. A baby. God, they even suspected he had a wedding coming up, but that was quickly shut down by another student, claiming (and i quote), "He wouldn't have the guts to get down on one knee."

It was rude, but you let out a small giggle anyway, as did the rest of the students. After a long lesson of gossiping about the geography teachers possible love life, with a side of english, the bell had finally rung, dismissing the students to lunch. If you told everyone you heart didn't almost explode when a certain teacher had come into your room and sat down next to you, ignoring the small side eyes he got from some year 11s eating their lunch with you, you'd be lying.

"Mr. Soot, I thought you preferred eating alone? That's what you told us when we offered you join us," A student had asked, brushing their hands on a small napkin they were forced to clean the table up with after they ate.

He simply shrugged, tugging his chair slightly closer so he fit right next to you. Your knees almost touched. It took everything in him to not give you a slight nudge on the knee, fearing he'd stretch the teacher/co-worker boundaries too far. Those fears of his, however, were soon revoked, when you had moved your leg over to slightly graze his as you sat.

"I've been told by some little birdies that you were extra chirpy third period, any reason why, Mr. Soot?" You teased, placing the empty salad tub on your desk, planning to throw it out later. His face had been tinted a small pink ever since your knees brushed and he had started to realise just how pathetic he was.

26 years of age and he was blushing over some knees touching together. God, he needs to get his act together.

"I don't know what you're talking about," He muttered, smiling when he heard you laugh. Atleast you found him funny.

"Sure, Will, sure," You smirked, standing up and ruffling his hair as you walked past, presumably to go fill up your water bottle in the hall.

He didn't usually enjoy being called Will by co-workers. It always felt too personal. He had never fully had a bond close enough with one of his coworkers where he liked being called Will, but it felt different coming from you. The way it slipped off your tongue so easily would make anyone believe you had been friends for a while. A while as in two maybe three years, not two maybe three hours.

He had known of you, especially when you first joined around a year and a half ago, with all the students gushing about how patient you were with them, but he had never really bothered to get close enough to have a full conversation with you.

"Sir, are you and Miss dating?" A different student had asked, causing small giggles to arise from the few girls sitting around her.

"Uhm," He pursed his lips, feeling insanely awkward, "No, definitely not."

"Awh, I was starting to think we had something," You pretended to frown, patting his shoulder as you came back into the classroom. You were obviously teasing, but it still didn't fail to make his cheeks heat up a tad bit more.

"Shut up," He smirked, looking back down at the papers as the girls had laughed. The blush that coated his cheeks was most definitely noticeable, as you poked at a dimple he had on the left side, causing him to swat away your hand with a roll of his eyes.

Maybe some company during lunches wouldn't be so bad after all.

#wilbur soot #wilbursoot #professor wilbur #lovejoy #teacher wilbur soot #grumpy wilbur #grumpy x sunshine #wilbur x reader #wilbur x you #wilbur soot fluff #wilburfromlvjy #ccwilbur #fluff #trope

[eddiemunsonspantschain]

Be Gentle - E.M

Pairing: Eddie Munson x depressed!Reader​

Warnings: Mentions of depression, NO mentions of any kind of harm this is all for fluff purposes, comfort, Eddie comforting pre-established girlfriend reader, this is not proof read sorry!

Word Count: 1.4 k

Eddie’s girlfriend (Reader) battles depression and this is one of the not so good days. Eddie takes care of Reader. Pure fluffiness.

You do not have permission to copy, translate or copy my fics onto another website

It was one of those days. Eddie had gotten accustomed to learning when those days were coming. He’d been there himself too a few times but he noticed his baby, his Y/N, found herself there more often than he ever had. Why? He wasn’t so sure but neither was she really. He’d asked once before what was bothering her to which he got a teary ‘I don’t know’ as an answer. So Eddie learned sometimes she didn’t need a reason. It came and it went. Depression hits her harder some days than other ones. Eddie, proudly, became the master on taking care of his girl. After all, he wanted to help.

The first time she had ever been in a bad place, she had shied away. It was plainly obvious to him. She talked less, just observed and seemed to bleed into the background. The look on her face was not the dazzling smile he’d come to know and love but just a bleak face of nothing. No light behind her eyes, at least not fully. Sometimes, when it was really bad, her eyes were glassy with unshed tears that he begged not to fall or his heart would fall out of his chest. That first time he had watched her all day, trying to decipher what was wrong. That evening he found himself climbing through her window determined to fix what was wrong only to find his sweet thing crying under her covers. He wordlessly kicked off his shoes and climbed into her bed with her.

From then on, he was more vigilant of her emotions. When she was having a bad day he tried to cheer her up. When it was really bad, he did his best. He knew it was going to be one of the bad days from multiple signs. His first warning had been the two previous bad days before this one. That she had been more upset and a little irritable. He knew for a fact her period wasn’t coming as she had had it this month already. He still had the receipt in his pocket from the tampons and chocolate ice cream he bought for her. So he knew this was the start of a depressive episode. Eddie’s second warning was her lack of appetite. When she was feeling depressed, she didn’t eat. Not for a lack of want but she was just ‘not hungry’ or would simply forget to eat. He’d find himself nudging food closer to her or asking what appealed the most to her. If she didn’t know, he would get her her favorite and hope it worked. Eddie’s third and final warning was the tone of her voice when she spoke to him. It wasn’t the bubbly tone he got when she told him good morning or told him what her plans were for that day. Instead it would be a quiet tone, not letting on to anything. Just a simple ‘morning, Eds’ and a little kiss from her. 

That was the greeting he got when she climbed into his van that morning. Eddie didn’t put the van into drive but instead reached for her hand, landing their fingers together and gently squeezing. “Eddie?” He hummed in response, just staring at her. “The van isn’t moving.” She murmured to him.

Eddie nodded. “I know.” He answered and brought their joining hands to his lips, kissing her knuckles. “Both parents work today?” He asked her. When she nodded he then let go of her hand to put the van in drive before taking her hand once more. He simply moved the van, going around the corner and parking. He ignored the curious looks she gave him, knowing she wouldn’t say anything really about it. When it was about twenty minutes past, he knew her parents were gone. So he put the van back in drive and pulled up to her home once more but parked in the driveway. “No school today.” Eddie declared, knowing she knew this already. He slid out of the driver’s seat and around to her side, opening the door and helping her out of the van.

“Eds, what about-”

“No. School. Today. Mental health day.” Eddie insisted, taking her hand in his and bringing her to the front door. He swooped down, taking the spare key from the rock to the left of the front door. He unlocked the door, letting his lady in while he hid the key again. Eddie was quick to move up to her bedroom. As soon as he got in there he moved into action. He kicked his Reeboks off and slid his leather jacket and battle vest off, carefully draping them over the back of her desk chair. She was sitting on the bed watching him. Eddie hummed along to Ironman by Black Sabbath as he worked, gently nodding his head and making curls bounce back and forth. He opened up her dresser drawers, finding a pair of sweatpants before moving over to her. He placed them beside her. “Jeans off. Bra off, definitely. Change into these. I’ll be back, okay?” Eddie leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her head. He wiggled his shirt off, handing it over to her before making his way out of the bedroom and down to the kitchen.

Eddie opened the pantry quickly, looking around at the options inside. He hummed as he began searching around until he found what he deemed adequate enough for his girl. Knowing her, she might not have eaten breakfast that morning. So he chose something simple. Alphabet soup. With a pot on the stove heating up he opened the can and dumped it into the pot to heat up, stirring occasionally. When it was hot enough to not burn her he dumped it into a bowl and grabbed a spoon. Ever so carefully he used the spoon to find the letters he needed, sourcing them out and lining them on top in plain view for her. With his message written he grabbed a bottle of water to shove into his pocket before carefully carrying the hot bowl upstairs to her bedroom.

When he walked inside he stopped and smiled at the sight. Y/N cuddled under her covers, his shirt the only part he could see right then. He moved closer, setting the bowl on her bedside table before putting the bottle of water down too. He went to her TV and turned it on, grabbing her favorite movie from her collection of VHS tapes and popping it into the TV. As the opening ads started Eddie wiggled into bed with her after shedding his own jeans, tapping her waist gently until she wiggled forward enough so he could sit behind her. Once he was settled behind her with her tucked between his legs he plucked her hair tie off of her night table and carefully began carding his fingers through her hair then pulling it back to make a ponytail. “Eat your soup, baby.” He murmured as he carefully pulled her hair through the hair tie, being sure not to tug on her hair too much or make the ponytail too tight. 

Y/N reached for the bowl, gently cradling it in her hands. A small laugh left her and Eddie grinned knowing she spotted the ‘I love you’ he carefully had spelt out in her soup for her. He pressed a gentle kiss to her ear. “I love you, sweetheart.” He murmured, peppering more kisses on her ear and neck. He rubbed his hands over her arms before snaking them around her waist, feeling her unsteady breathing as she carefully scooped the word ‘love’ written in noodles into her mouth. When the overwhelming feeling seemed to subside for her she relaxed in his arms more. He laid back, watching her favorite movie with her and smiling when she set aside a now empty bowl for him. “Good job, honey.” He murmured, gently turning her head for a sweet kiss.

From there, their position changed so he was laying down flat with her cuddled up to his side. When the movie ended Eddie used the remote to shut the TV off. He wiggled the covers further up on them both, holding his girl and listening to her gentle breathing.

“Eddie?” She quietly asked.

“Yeah, sweet girl?”

“Thank you for helping.”

“Don’t need to thank me for that, Y/N.”

Silence followed for a little longer.

“Eddie?”

“Hm?”

“I love you too.”

And he loved her most, with every inch of his heart and every particle of his being he loves her.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x depressed!reader #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson comfort

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request: ok hear me out!! touchy!reader is the new girl at whitechapel and everyone just kinda gravitates towards her but somehow the main friend group (rory, erica, ethan ect) basically adopt her into the friend group unbeknownst to them Benny has a HUGE crush on her and often sulks while hanging out with them because of how touchy she is with everyone else,, then they figure out theyre just both 2 idiots in love!!! bonus points if she’s secretly a vampire too!! (not touchy in a weird way physical touch is just her love language btw) I love your work smmmm btw :D

Looking For Affection (Benny Weir X Vampire!Reader)

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Summary: The gang makes friends with the new girl at school, who turns out to be a vampire that likes being affectionate with her friends. Benny gets pouty because his crush seems to be touchy with everyone except him.

A/N: this idea is so cute!! Benny would def sulk and be whiny about it and the gang would have to be like “bro get it together” lol i cant remember if full fledged vampires can drink animal blood or only human blood, so for the sake of the story full fledged vampires can drink animal blood, also warning for eating/drinking an animal ig…

***

Being the new girl was always hard. You didn’t know anyone, you didn’t know where half of your classes were. Hell, you weren’t half convinced you could find your way home. You were dropped off at your first period and basically left to fend for yourself. Then you had to force your way through an icebreaker while everyone stared at you, and when you sat down, you realized you had no idea what was going on because everyone had been doing this for weeks while it was your first day.

So yeah, being the new girl sucked. But it was ten times worse when you had to try to push down the deep insatiable thirst for the blood of the kid sitting next to you. 

“Before you all pack up, listen to me really quick.” The teacher said as she concluded the lesson. Everyone groaned but waited for her to continue. “I want someone to show Y/n around the school and help her find her classes. Would anybody like the volunteer?”

Surprisingly to your teacher, practically everyone’s hand shot up. It wasn’t too surprising to you, though. For some reason, the transformation made vampires very appealing to people. It got on your nerves on the days that you just wanted to lay low.

“Wow. Okay…” Your teacher looked at all the hands and then at you. “Y/n, how about you pick?”

You looked around the room. You had to be strategic about this. Someone who wasn’t too excited to be around you but wouldn’t abandon you before the end of the school day. It would also be a plus if you didn’t have an insane urge to suck them dry like a juice box.

You pointed at a girl that sat on the other side of the room, closer to the back.

“If you don’t mind?” She grinned at you.

“Sure!” The bell rang, and everyone left to go to their next class. You and the girl walked out together. “I’m Sarah, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you.” Sarah took hold of your backpack, helping to guide you through the crowded hallway. When she took you to your second period, she stopped you from going through the door.

“I’ll come back after class to take you to your other ones. Since I’m like, your guide, I guess, do you wanna sit with me and my friends at lunch? They’re a little weird, but I swear they’re nice.”

This was going better than you expected. Someone nice was helping you find your way around, and you didn’t have to go through the new kid struggle of trying to find somewhere to sit at lunch.

“Yeah, I’d like that a lot.”

***

Before you knew it, third period was over, and Sarah was walking you to the cafeteria. You insisted that you weren’t hungry, so she took you straight to her table. Only one other girl was sitting there.

“The boys will come soon; they’re getting food,” Sarah told you before gesturing to the blonde. “This is Erica. Erica, this is Y/n; she’s new.”

“Hi.” You said a bit nervously. Erica gave an intimidating smile, looking you up and down.

“Hey.”

“Who’s this?” A new voice asked. You turned to see three boys looking down at you with curiosity. You stared back, waiting for Sarah to introduce everyone as they sat down.

“She’s the new girl, her name’s Y/n.” Sarah smiled at you before gesturing to each of the boys. “Y/n, this is Rory, Ethan, and Benny.”

“New girl, huh?” Benny asked from his seat next to you. Even sitting, he had to look down to make eye contact with you. 

“Yeah.” He seemed to smile at your slight nervousness.

“How’s your day going so far?”

“Pretty okay. Kind of waiting for it to be over.” You tried to not get flustered when he laughed.

“Yeah, that’s fair. What do you have after this?” You reached into your pocket and pulled out your schedule. Benny looked it over, and his grin widened. “Oh nice, we have English together.” This made you excited for some reason. Maybe it was because you now have another friend (hopefully) to hang out with in class. The fact that, upon closer inspection, you realized Benny was kind of cute might have also been a factor.

“Y/n, if you don’t mind, maybe Benny could take you to your classes for the rest of the day?” Sarah suggested.

“Oh, yeah, sure.” You looked at Benny. “I mean, if you don’t mind, obviously.”

“Of course. We’re your buddies now.” You mirrored his grin. It was your first day, and by lunchtime, you had made five new friends. This was easier than you thought.

***

It had been a week since your first day at Whitechapel, and things were going great. You had Sarah in your first period, Benny in fourth, and Rory in fifth. None of your new friends seem to wonder why you never ate during lunch. In fact, Benny and Ethan were the only ones who came to the table with food. Despite harboring such a big secret, you felt so normal.

Today, Ethan invited everyone to come over to his house after school. The group got excited, but you became anxious. You always ate when you came home after school, and you don’t think your new friends would appreciate a detour from Ethan’s house so you could juice an animal. Luckily, you lied and said you’d have to talk to your parents first, and they believed you.

When school was over, you raced home. You had to wait for the streets to clear of students going home so you could hunt. There wasn’t much to do in town in terms of hanging out, so soon, you were free to roam. The park was your best bet. You could easily catch a squirrel or a bird.

You had a squirrel in your sight when your phone buzzed. You pulled it out slowly, not wanting to startle your prey. 

Sarah

hey! we’re picking up a pizza for tonight. if you want, we can swing by your place on the way back to Ethan’s

You quickly typed a response. You didn’t want to miss out on your dinner or worry Sarah by not responding quick enough.

Y/n

sounds great! see you soon :) 

Sarah

:) 

Looks like you were having fast food tonight. You quickly nabbed the squirrel, making it drop the nut it was looking over. You didn’t like thinking too much about what you had to do to eat, so you closed your eyes and sunk your teeth in. God, it was so good. You had been starving all day.

You were lucky the sun was setting. You don’t know what you’d do if anyone saw you right now.

“Y/n?” You froze in your crouched position. The voice terrified you. You didn’t want to look up, focusing on the five pairs of shoes just feet away from you. This could not be happening. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing!” You answered quickly, hiding your food behind your back as you stood up. Pursing your lips, mainly to keep your bloody fangs hidden, you looked at your friends. They seemed either concerned or confused. “What, uh, what are you guys doing here?”

“We were coming to get you,” Benny answered. 

“Oh! Well, here I am.” You smiled awkwardly at the group.

“What’s behind your back?” Erica asked, eyeing you suspiciously.

“Nothing.”

“Come on, Y/n. You can tell us.” Sarah stepped forward, trying to coax you into telling them. She stopped herself from taking another step, staring at your face. “Y/n, is that blood?” 

You swiftly used your sleeve to wipe your mouth, trying to get rid of any evidence of what you were doing. But during your panic, you forgot you still had a hold on your food, allowing everyone to see it. They all gasped, looking at you with strange looks.

“Fuck!” You squeaked. You gently set the squirrel down and looked at your friends. “Guys, I know it looks bad. But I-”

“Were you eating that?” Ethan asked.

“Of course, she was eating it. What else do you think she was doing?” Erica asked, rolling her eyes.

“You guys are freaking her out more; look at her!” Benny scolded, and he was right. Tears started to fill your eyes. There was no way you could talk your way out of this situation. You’d have to leave town, and you just got here. Things were going so well, and you messed it all up by not being careful enough.

“Guys!” You didn’t mean to yell, but it felt like you had no control over anything anymore. They all looked at you, startled by your outburst but waiting for you to continue. You took a deep breath to swallow your nerves and tears, but it didn’t help much. “I… I’m not bad, I swear. If I was able to change, I would. But I can’t. If you don’t wanna be friends with me anymore, believe me, I get it. But I’m fucking begging you, don’t tell anyone about this. Please. I don’t know what I’d do if-” Your speech was cut short by shock. Sarah had launched herself at you, taking you in her arms to hug you. Rory and Erica joined her, while Ethan and Benny gave you small smiles. “What are you doing?” You whispered.

“It’s okay, Y/n,” Sarah said, hugging you tighter.

“Yeah, don’t sweat it,” Erica added, rubbing your back. “Everyone gets caught eating an animal at least once.”

“What are you talking about?” You were definitely confused. There was no way they were saying what you thought they were saying. 

Rory grabbed you by the shoulders, taking you out of Sarah’s embrace so you could look at all three of them.

“Welcome to the club, dude!” After an exchange of glances, Sarah, Rory, and Erica grinned at you. But they weren’t normal grins. Their canines were larger and longer, just like yours. It all made sense now. Why they never ate during lunch, or stayed in the shade whenever possible, or sometimes had an orange-yellowish tint to their eye when they seemed a bit more emotional.

Tears kept coming, but your smile mirrored the vampires in front of you, albeit a bit bloodier. You lunged at them, bringing them into another hug. Relief washed over you, and even more when Benny and Ethan joined the group’s embrace.

You were so happy that you didn’t have to hold back from giving your friends affection anymore. Before you were turned, you were very touchy with your friends. Not in a weird way; it was just the way you showed that you loved them. But after getting your fangs, you were more hesitant, the fear of hurting someone you cared about making you reluctant. But now that most of your friends didn’t even have blood for you to sense, you didn’t have to hold back anymore.

“Wait.” You loosened your hold, taking your head off of Sarah’s shoulder to look at the boys. “What are you guys then? Are you just humans?”

“Not exactly.” Ethan smiled, somewhat awkwardly. You were convinced it was the only smile he could make. “I’m a seer. I get visions when I touch things or people.” You nodded before looking at Benny.

“And you?”

“Spellmaster.” Benny held his hand up to your view and magically produced a tissue, using it to wipe away the panic and joy-induced tears. “At your service.”

***

Discovering each others’ supernatural identities brought you closer to the gang. Before Whitechapel, you didn’t know any other vampires except for the one that had turned you. You could finally talk about the stuff that you struggled with without feeling weird about it; the cravings, being wary about making friends because what if they found out or you lost control, being hyper-aware of all the mirror’s in your house so your parents didn’t wonder why you didn’t have a reflection.

But getting closer to the gang meant getting closer to Benny. You quickly learned that that was both a curse and a blessing.

Benny was so sweet, and funny, and caring. Always interested in how you were doing and ensuring you were included in group plans. It was a big plus that he was very pretty as well.

One day in English, you two were reading together for an assignment. Benny turned the page, but wasn’t careful enough. He sliced the tip of his finger, and the scent hit you like a truck. It smelled so good, it scared you. Instead of being concerned, you stared at his wound when he hissed at the pain.

“Sorry.” He said, licking the blood off. You stood from your seat abruptly, running out to the bathroom. You knew Benny would understand, but you still felt bad. 

It was bad enough that you now had a crush on one of your best friends. But smelling his blood, his delicious blood, made Benny seem even more insatiable. 

To fix this little problem of yours, you decided to keep your distance for a while. That would be hard because you were together almost every single day. So you just made minor, subtle changes in your routine. You started sitting on the opposite side of the lunch table from him. When walking somewhere, you walked with anyone besides Benny. At Ethan’s, you’d sit in an armchair by yourself so he couldn’t sit near you.

It hurt you, and you felt terrible, but it was for the best. Besides, how could a mortal be with a vampire?

Tonight was one of those usual nights where Ethan’s parents were out doing something, so he invited you all to watch some movies.

Erica and Sarah nabbed the two armchairs in the living room, so you had to sit on the couch. You could sit on the floor, but you didn’t want to be uncomfortable. You burrowed yourself into one of the corners, wrapped up in a blanket. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Benny eyeing you. He sat down in the middle of the couch, a respectable distance from you but still close. You wanted so badly to be near him.

“Start the movie, Ethan! What are you waiting for?” Rory asked, dropping himself on the couch between you and Benny. The tension, whether real or imaginary, disappeared, and Ethan pressed play. You leaned against Rory, using him as a pillow as you tried to watch. But all you could think about was Benny and the little pout on his lips.

When the movie ended, you unraveled yourself from your blanket cocoon and Rory’s limbs and excused yourself. You went to the bathroom to splash water on your face. Even though vampires didn’t really sleep, you felt so tired.

Face wet, you grabbed a towel to dry yourself off. When you were done, you looked up and became surprised at the lack of reflection in the mirror. No matter how long you’d be a vampire, you’d never get used to that.

“What’s going on with Y/n?” Your ears picked up on Benny’s voice in the living room. 

“What do you mean?” Sarah asked.

“Why is she touchy with you guys?” He sounded sad, and kind of offended.

“That’s just how she is, B. You know that. It’s how she shows she likes you.” Ethan said, sounding done with the conversation that had only just started.

“I like that she’s all cuddly,” Rory said. “She’s really warm for a vampire.”

“Then why isn’t she like that with me?” Benny asked.

“Maybe you did something to piss her off.” You could practically hear the smirk from Erica.

“I don’t think I did.” Benny paused, probably to look back on your interactions with him. But he seemed to come up with nothing. To be fair, he didn’t really do anything. “It’s like she’s avoiding me.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you liked Y/n, Benny.” Sarah laughed at him. Ethan groaned.

“Don’t get me started; he won’t shut up about her.”

“Shut up, E!” Having enough of this conversation, you threw the towel in the hamper and went to the living room. Everyone looked at you as if they had seen a ghost. Pursing your lips, you decided to pretend you didn’t hear anything.

“What did I miss?” You asked, grabbing your blanket.

“Nothing,” Benny answered quickly, cheeks pink. You were about to sit down when Rory moved to your spot. He just smiled up at you, gesturing for you to take the place that he sat in.

The place that would sandwich you between him and Benny. It was better to go along with it than argue, so you reluctantly sat down, wrapping the blanket around you once again. Benny felt stiff beside you, and soon another movie played.

Did Benny actually like you? Your friends talked about it like he did, but it wasn’t necessarily confirmed. His reaction to them talking about his potential feelings for you could have been a tell, but you didn’t want to jump to conclusions.

You became so suddenly aware of Benny beside you. It was like he was trying to keep himself compact, arms close to his body and long legs crossed out in front of you. It seemed like he didn’t want to be near you.

Or maybe he felt like you didn’t want to be near him. You wouldn’t be surprised if he did.

You felt so terrible. All this time, you were telling yourself that the distance was good for the both of you. That he wouldn’t notice, and if he did, he wouldn’t care because it’s not like he liked you in such a way that he’d be sad that you gave him less affection than you gave your other friends. 

Maybe you were overreacting. Maybe you were scared of getting close to Benny, scared of what could happen if you were close to someone you were so infatuated with but also had such a thirst for.

But you supposed it couldn’t hurt to try.

Your movements were small, barely noticeable. Your hand inched its way to his. Eventually, the back of your hands touched. Benny took a deep breath from the contact, glancing down at you. But you kept your eyes on the screen.

Benny’s hand slowly moved over yours, feeling hesitant. He kept moving until, eventually, you were holding hands. It felt nice. You wanted to kick yourself for acting the way you did. Your body fell lightly on his, sides pressed against each other.

You stayed like that the rest of the night. You didn’t want to move away, not wanting to lose the chance of being close to the boy you liked so much after distancing yourself for so long. When the last movie was over, Benny seemed happier than before, a smile decorating his features.

But all good things come to an end. You had to go home, so you let go of Benny’s hand and stood up, throwing the blanket onto Rory, who gladly accepted it.

“Okay, I gotta head out.” Everyone stood up to hug you goodbye, Benny being the last one. You hoped no one noticed that you clung to him longer.

“I can walk you home.” He suggested when you pulled away.

“B, I thought you were sleeping over,” Ethan said, looking at his best friend, confused. Benny waved him off.

“Nah, I got some stuff to do. Besides, I don’t want her walking alone at night.”

“You do know Y/n is a bigger threat than any mugger, right?” Erica asked with a raised brow. Benny just ignored her, looking down at you hopefully.

“What do you say, Y/n?” You should say no. You didn’t want Benny walking home alone this late. But as always, he was being so sweet.

“Sure.” He quickly gathered his things, and with one last goodbye, you were out the door. You mainly walked in silence, but that was broken about halfway through your walk.

“Can I ask you something?” Benny asked, hands stuffed in his jacket pockets.

“You just did.” He laughed sarcastically and nudged you with his shoulder, making you stumble. “Damn, okay. What is it?” Benny blew a loose hair out of his face, looking nervous.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” You stopped walking, shocked by the question. But you should’ve seen this coming. “Come on, Y/n. What did I do?”

You suddenly became overwhelmed with guilt. Benny thought that he had done something wrong when in reality, you were just a coward. 

“You didn’t do anything, Benny.” You said quietly, kicking rocks.

“Then what happened?” Benny grabbed your shoulders, getting you to look at him. “Please, Y/n. It’s like I’m the plague or something to you.”

You mumbled a response, and he didn’t catch onto it. He sighed.

“Y/n, speak up.”

“I like you.” Your voice was weak, and you felt like you wanted to cry. Benny looked taken aback, still holding you by the shoulders.

“What?”

“I like you, Benny. Like, have feelings for you. But I had to stay away from you.”

“Why?” Benny asked, exasperated.

“Because how the fuck can I be around you when I’m busy worrying about whether or not I’m gonna suck your blood?”

Benny stared at you, eyes wide with surprise. That didn’t make any sense to him. According to other vampires, Ethan had even better blood than Benny, and you were just fine around him. 

“It smells so good, Benny.” You said fearfully. “That day you cut your finger, your blood smelled so, so good. And it really scared me, because what if I get too close to you and I lose control? What if I try to hug you or something, and I hurt you? What if-“

Your ramble was cut off by Benny wrapping his arms around you, practically slamming you into his chest. You hugged him close to you, as tight as possible without crushing him.

“You won’t lose control,” Benny said into your hair.

“You don’t know that.”

“Yeah, I do. You’re not hurting me right now.” He was right. You weren’t digging your nails or fangs into him. You were calm.

“But what if-“

“No ‘what if’s.” Benny interrupted you again. “You like me, right?” That seemed like a silly question; you had just confessed that you liked him a few minutes ago.

“Yeah…”

“Great! Because I like you too.” Benny grinned down at you, all bundled up in his arms. “We’ll figure it out. I promise.” There seemed to be no room for argument; deep down, you didn’t even want to argue against it.

“Okay.” You pressed your forehead to his chest. “I’m sorry for basically ignoring you.”

“It’s okay.” Benny kissed the side of your head, rubbing your back. “You were just scared.”

“I’m still sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Benny gently pulled your arms off of him, hand trailing down to interlock with yours. He started to walk, tugging you with him. “Come on, I gotta get you home.”

“I could speed us there.” You suggested. Benny shook his head, smiling down at you.

“Nah. Wanna spend as much time with you as possible.”

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[breannasfluff]

“You don’t have anything red.” Legend stares at the items Wild’s pulled from his slate, disgruntled.

“I can’t give you every red item I own!”

“But they look better in my collection!”

The two eye each other. Wild considers the items in Legend’s collection. Nothing too shiny; trying to pry that away from the bowerbird requires something truly unique. No food, either.

“Well?”

“I dunno. Sure you don’t have any snacks?”

The veteran rolls his eyes. “Some of us don’t collect food like they’re starving. Why aren’t you fatter?”

“Why are you so sensitive?” Wild shoots back. It’s not his best comeback, but he’s annoyed. Sure, he has a penchant for collecting—hoarding, per the others—food, but it’s good to be prepared! His era offers plenty of opportunities to forage, but just as many to go hungry. Collecting food is second nature by now.

Hyrule, catching sight of their trading, comes to settle next to him. His wings flutter for balance as he crouches and looks over the items.

Wild has mostly ingredients and a few flowers along with various bits he’s collected. Legend, loath to let go of anything red, has an assortment of colored rocks, feathers, and a little sculpture of a bird.

“Oh!” The traveler’s hand darts out and he plucks something from Wild’s pile. “An ocarina! I didn’t know you had one of these.”

“That’s mine!” Legend swipes for it but misses.

Wild puffs with indignation. “You traded me for it! It’s mine, fair and square!”

“You don’t use it! I want it back!”

Waving a hand at Legend’s pile, he says, “You better have something better if you want it, then.”

The two glare at each other, once again at a standoff.

Hyrule smiles as he examines the tiny instrument. He’s far too used to their antics by now. Blowing on it brings a trill of notes and he runs up and down a scale. Their resident songbird is quick to pick up the notes and mimics Legend and Wild’s calls as best the ocarina can copy.

“Can I borrow this?” His face shows nothing but innocence.

Wild and Legend stare at him. Trading means getting something in return, but Hyrule is the third part of their trio and neither wants to tell him no. He’s not above biting to get his way.

“Well…” Wild put the ocarina in the trading pile because it’s true, he wasn’t using it. He didn’t really need it, but now that someone else wanted it, it was tempting. It’s the same logic Legend’s likely running on. They periodically trade the same item back and forth as they gain and lose interest.

“If it helps, um,” Hyrule puts the ocarina down to dig in his pouch. “I found the pretty red feather?”

Legend snatches it before Wild can get more than a glance.

Unperturbed, Hyrule keeps digging. “Wild, what about this?” He pulls out an orb wrapped in waxed paper; a honey candy. The champion was the one who passed them out to the group originally, but that makes little difference now.

His gaze darts to Legend, still absorbed with the feather, before he grabs the candy and tucks it away. “Ocarina’s yours.” Then he squints at Legend. “Hey, he isn’t trading you anything! Why does he get a feather?”

Hyrule goes back to examining the ocarina. “Because I’m nice and you two are silly.”

Read the rest here!

#lu wing bois #lu triple threat #lu wild #lu hyrule #lu legend #lu twilight #lu time #lu wing au #breannasfluff #my writing #linked universe #linkeduniverse

[steddieas-shegoes]

Drabble prompt you say? I got three?

1. Eddie being so protective and doting for a pregnant Steve (fem Steve, mpreg, or omega Steve it's your pick)

2. Eddie sneaking cute notes into Steve's locker

3. Steddie with ftm Steve and cis Eddie being big brothers/father figures to mtf Max

❤️🖤❤️🖤🦇🐼

Okay I know me and I know there is no actual way I could do the last one in 500 words or less so I may have to put a pin in that for another day. I'm putting the other two under the cut because this post will be longer with 2 ❤️

1. Eddie being so protective and doting for a pregnant Steve (fem Steve, mpreg, or omega Steve it's your pick)

"My ankles are swollen. This is the ugliest I've ever been. I'm hungry but the second I look at food, I want to puke, which was supposed to be done in the first trimester. And my hair is so frizzy even though I haven't done anything different!"

Steve was whining. He knew he was whining and he knew it was annoying, but he couldn't stop.

This was the worst pregnancy ever.

Their first two babies were great, almost picture perfect, even.

This one was going to be their last at the rate Steve was suffering.

"I know, sweetheart. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Yeah, you can cut your dick off. I no longer need it."

It would be funny if Steve wasn't completely serious.

"Anything that won't kill me, maybe?" Eddie hesitated to ask.

Steve's moods had been all over the place. It's how he first figured out he was pregnant way before the morning sickness even kicked in.

"Foot rub." Then Steve sat up. "No, actually, don't touch my feet. I want strawberries and peanut butter and celery."

Eddie stood up to head to the kitchen, hoping like hell that they actually had all of those items in the kitchen.

"Wait. Scratch the celery. I can already taste how terrible it is. Maybe some carrot juice?"

Eddie nodded.

This was how it had been for almost a month. The doctor said it's actually normal, that he'd just been the lucky the first two times, but Eddie knew Steve didn't like being like this.

He searched the kitchen quickly, startling when Steve called his name from the couch.

"Yes, my love?"

"No on the peanut butter. It sounds greasy."

"Greasy?" Eddie whispered to himself. "Okay! Coming!" He said louder.

He scrambled to get everything together quickly, but paused when he saw the picture they'd hung on the fridge of the two of them, Jamie, and Melody at the doctor's visit that told them they were having a boy.

All this was annoying, but he knew Steve felt worse, and he knew it would be worth it very soon.

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2. Eddie sneaking cute notes into Steve's locker

Steve was never going to know it was him, he was so careful.

He'd been getting away with it for two years, always rushing to put the notes in his locker during classes that he knew Steve couldn't leave.

Wish you could hear the song I wrote for you. It's loud, you'd probably hate it. But I think you'd like that someone sees you. - E

It was his riskiest one yet, never having put an initial or something that could give him away like the fact that he'd written a song about him.

Steve would probably start narrowing it down pretty quickly, though he'd probably not assume it's a guy, at least.

Hopefully.

Third period was the best time to slip notes into his locker; He had Ms. Sanderson, who was known for never letting kids leave class, even for the bathroom.

Eddie ran to his locker, shoved the note inside, and turned to see Steve standing at the end of the row.

"You know, last year, Tommy was convinced it was Nancy fucking with me," he said, arms crossed across his chest as he leaned against the lockers. "And this year, I just kind of figured it was someone who was just shy. Maybe had a crush on who I was and didn't know how to stop once I wasn't that person anymore."

Eddie remained silent.

Steve started walking closer.

"But then, a good friend suggested that I may just have an unconventional secret admirer. Someone who would be scared to come forward for other reasons."

Steve stopped right in front of Eddie.

"And now I think I get it. But you know what?"

"What?" Eddie breathed out.

"There was no reason to be worried. I'm kind of into unconventional."

Steve's lips were on Eddie's before he could process the word.

He pulled away after a couple seconds, frantically looking around the halls to make sure no one saw.

"It's okay, I checked first. You alright?" Steve's concern was a lot.

"Bathroom. I wanna kiss you for real. Not out here."

Steve blushed and tugged on his hand to get him to follow him, both of them giggling as they made their way down the hall to the bathroom.

They spent the rest of the period there, and some of the next one.

And long after they both graduated, long after they survived things they shouldn't have, their initials were still carved on the back of the stall door in a heart.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #headcanon #drabble #a/b/o in the first one

[mariana-oconnor]

The Mazarin Stone pt 1

I have no idea who Billy is, but sure. Guest speaker number 2.

It was pleasant to Dr. Watson to find himself once more in the untidy room of the first floor in Baker Street which had been the starting-point of so many remarkable adventures.

So Billy is doing 3rd person POV where he knows Watson's feelings. Cool. coolcool.

Finally, his eyes came round to the fresh and smiling face of Billy, the young but very wise and tactful page...

Lolol. Okay Billy.

“It all seems very unchanged, Billy. You don't change, either."

Billy is an immortal! Confirmed.

"It's this case of the Crown diamond.” “What—the hundred-thousand-pound burglary?”

Ooh, diamonds.

A hundred thousand in 1903 would be over £10million today. So that's a hefty rock.

"Why, we had the Prime Minister and the Home Secretary both sitting on that very sofa. Mr. Holmes was very nice to them."

I like to think if I had the Prime Minister and the Home Secretary sitting on my sofa I would not be very nice to them. I would in fact ask them a lot of questions they did not want to answer. I might even be said to interrogate them.

But each to their own, I guess.

"I can get along with the Prime Minister, and I've nothing against the Home Secretary, who seemed a civil, obliging sort of man, but I can't stand his Lordship."

A civil, obliging sort of man? How times have changed! I guess politicians back then didn't use the word "shithole" - at least not in public.

I think you really should contemplate your life choices when one of the only compliments people give you is 'at least you're not Suella Braverman'.

I'll stop talking about current British politics now, I swear.

I didn't even mention the Prime Minister.

"I say, Billy, what is that curtain for across the window?” “Mr. Holmes had it put up there three days ago. We've got something funny behind it.”

Funny ha ha or funny peculiar?

Dr. Watson could not restrain a cry of amazement. There was a facsimile of his old friend, dressing-gown and all, the face turned three-quarters towards the window and downward, as though reading an invisible book, while the body was sunk deep in an armchair. Billy detached the head and held it in the air.

Three things:

Thing the first: This is not the first time you've seen a duplicate of Holmes, Watson. This should barely even register on your weirdometer.

Thing the second: I need a window seat like this.

Thing the third: I was not expecting that gif I just used to be so apt.

“We used something of the sort once before.”

That's what I just said. I suppose suddenly being presented with a wax effigy of your best friend might be a little surprising. But if you've seen it before, I wouldn't call it amazing. But maybe I am cynical.

"I'm expecting something this evening.” “Expecting what?” “To be murdered, Watson.”

Oh, cool. I'm glad murder scheduled an appointment.

“But why not eat?” “Because the faculties become refined when you starve them."

Super not true. Couldn't be less true. Starvation absolutely does not help you think better. Unless it's thoughts about how hungry you are. The brain in fact, eventually starts eating itself. You might have a brief period of clarity, but no.

Just no.

"I am a brain, Watson. The rest of me is a mere appendix."

"...in case it should come off, it would perhaps be as well that you should burden your memory with the name and address of the murderer. You can give it to Scotland Yard, with my love and a parting blessing."

Imagining Lestrade just getting a message saying 'Hello, I have been murdered by -------. Hopefully with this information you'll be able to catch them, but given the state of Scotland Yard, I don't hold out much hope. Love and best wishes! Sherlock Holmes!'

"You bear every sign of the busy medical man, with calls on him every hour.”

When has Watson ever in all this time cared more about his patients than anything else in the world. This man will ditch his responsibilities at the drop of a stethoscope. He does not give a flying fuck about his doctoring, Holmes. I suppose he doesn't have his very accommodating nextdoor neighbour anymore to look after his practice for him, but even so.

He took one more glance round to see that there were no witnesses, and then, on tiptoe, his thick stick half raised, he approached the silent figure.

What is the plan here? Say 'oh, Mr Policeman, sir, he was like that when I found him.' At least have an alibi... or don't have witnesses who can put you at the scene of the crime.

“I, too, wished to have some words with you, Holmes. That is why I am here. I won't deny that I intended to assault you just now.”

I get that he was caught in the act, but this is very direct. Seriously?

“If I had known, you might never—” “Have seen this humble home again."

He's not even vaguely pretending that he doesn't want to kill him. Not even the thinnest veneer of subterfuge.

"Here is the forged check in the same year on the Credit Lyonnais.” “No; you're wrong there.” “Then I am right on the others!"

This guy is just 'I'm absolutely going to kill you, but I'm not going to admit to any other crimes! Why would I do that?'

Mixed messages here, my man.

"I have Ikey Sanders, who refused to cut it up for you. Ikey has peached, and the game is up.”

Welp, he's dead.

"But if you hand it over—well, I'll compound a felony."

Holmes, this guy is clearly a danger to people. I'm not sure this is a situation in which you should just let him go. Please tell me you're bluffing here.

The Count had risen from his chair, and his hand was behind his back. Holmes held something half protruding from the pocket of his dressing-gown. “You won't die in your bed, Holmes.” “I have often had the same idea. Does it matter very much? After all, Count, your own exit is more likely to be perpendicular than horizontal. But these anticipations of the future are morbid. Why not give ourselves up to the unrestrained enjoyment of the present?”

I know they're threatening each other, but that does sound a lot like Holmes is hitting on him at the end there, right? That's not just me?

Why not give ourselves up to the unrestrained enjoyment of the present?

That's definitely a chat up line.

#Letters from Watson #Sherlock Holmes #The Mazarin Stone #long post

[bigbelsammy]

I’m massive

It all started about 7 months ago. It was so sudden too! This 6’7 guy and I hooked up at a party in college, after a hot night of sex with petty much a giant I never saw him again. This asshole…. After a month or so I realized my period was late. It’s never late. I went directly to the nearest pharmacy. I was so nervous that I had to stop for some fast food. What kind? The greasiest, most filling, most oily burgers In town. Either way, I bought a pregnancy test and sure enough.. I was pregnant… me, Tiffany… the 4’9 girl with black hair, always dressed in nice cardigans and tank tops, with jeans and my books in my hands. I was pregnant with the baby of a 6’7 giant dude… who knows what kind of bay he was!! I was so sure I was gonna become huge! This guy was probably some sort of 15lbs mega baby! And now I’m growing his offspring inside me! it was surreal! What was the next thing I did? I ordered a pizza, an Xlarge extra cheese extra peperoni pizza to go for myself. I tend to eat a lot in stressful situations and I knew this was not gonna be easy.

I called my bestie, jessie. For all I knew she was the only person there for me now

“Hey jessie…”

“Hey tiff, what’s up?”

“Can we... meet up at my house? I gotta tell you something.”

“Sure sweetie, Ill be there at 6 after work”

What was I going to do! I drove home and simply sat on the couch while eating my pizza. I kept thinking about this super baby growing inside me… oh fuck what if it was twins!!!! Can I even carry 2 15-pound babies!?

The thoughts kept racing through my head and I just couldn’t stop thinking about it.. I’m 4’9! I’m gonna look huge before my third trimester! What the hell!

As I finished the pizza, the door rang. It was jessie. I got up from my seat, I was stuffed at the time I remember. Every thought in my mind was pointing at the fact that I’m gonna become huge

“j-jessie..”

“tiff what’s wrong? You’re scaring me”

“come on in..”

We both sat on the couch, and I had in my hand the pregnancy test and showed it to her

“omg sweetie! You’re pregnant?!”

“y-yeah…”

“who’s the father?”

“remember Sean? The guy I hooked up last month with?”

“the giant dude? The one that could probably pick you up with his hands?”

“yeah….”

“omg…. Well..holy… shit…”

I nodded, she’s right… I don’t even know if I’ll b able to birth them properly! They might have to open me. Although there is something I won’t be able to deny for long. I’m about to get absolutely massive.

I didn’t even know how I was gonna deal with it. And what if they were twins?! What would happen if I was growing this giant’s super babies?! Fuck!! I’m only a short girl!

My fear wasn’t without reason, the next few weeks I noticed my bump growing, and not at a slow rate. After only 3 weeks I was already showing a small bump. When I went for my first ultra sound after only 2 months, I was already having trouble fitting in my clothes. The baby inside me kept me constantly hungry too so eating was a must. I probably kept stuffing myself for those 2 months every day. I know more than half of the weight I put on was not baby weight.

“nnnngh!! Get. Pass. My. Giant. Butt you stupid jeans!!! Nnghphh…” getting my favorites jeans to fit was a constant struggle, my thighs had become huge. A single one was as thick as both my skinny thighs together.

“come onnnnnnn… why won’t this shirt cover me!!!” my belly was getting amazingly big every day. My shirts were barely able to cover me past my belly button and still my underbelly would be in the wide open. I was fast becoming a pregnant cow eating a sandwich while waddling down the street.

My second ultra sound was the big one. It’s where I found out something I was suspecting after a few months.

“good afternoon miss… Wolfson? That’s a peculiar name..”

“it’s a made up name doc… I changed it..”

“oh that explains it.. well how is momma-to-be today?”

“massive..”

“I can see that and I can see you’re only 3 months in? it’s certainly normal to be your size when you have multiples, specially if you’ve been eating”

“wait… multiples?” I didn’t know what he meant by that! How can I carry more than one 15lbs baby?!

“sure! You didn’t think you were only having one did you? Let me get the machine set up” he moved around the bed getting the ultrasound machine and using the probe to rub this gel on my tum. My belly button was already having a hard time being shallow, soon it would pop. But what worried me were my boobs who went from a b cup all the way to a double D after only 4 months. Still my belly was the one thing that was big enough to cover my feet eliminating any hope I would see them again.

As he used the probe moving it around an image started appearing.

“there I see one head…. 2…”

“2?! Doc are you sure?”

“oh yes and.. oh? Look number 3!”

“3?! Doc I can’t ne carrying three babies!”

“no you’re right because I’m seeing baby number 4 right there”

4!!! 4 babies! Four massive babies growing inside my 4’9 body!! How the hell! He must have had some super sperm or something! Because ain’t no way I was carrying 4 over developed babies!

“d-doc… are you sure?”

“yeah and I think that’s it. Well given your condition you’re gonna have to go into a strict diet and make sure your babies are well fed. At the end of the line you might have to adjust your house or apartment If you don’t have a nurse in order to move around. It can certainly be a challenge and you will most likely be bed bound by the end of it. So please do take necessary precautions to prevent anything from happening”

I could not believe it… I was carrying 4… and not from some skinny 5’7 guy, these were from a 6’7 massive dude that I could tell he was some sort of mutant super baby! And I’m carrying 4 of him!

I immediately went to the first fast food place I could find and ordered 5 of the biggest burger meals they had. Why? Because I need to eat!

My belly was already massive I front of me, but as I ate my belly button started to show up, my shirt riding over it and people just staring. I guess it’s not everyday you see a super pregnant girl eat in public like this.

the more the months passed, the more I grew not only my bump but I also started getting fatter. Way fatter than what I should be. My arms started developing fat around them, my thighs and ass grew and grew more but my belly stuck out so far in front of my it rubbed against the steering wheel of my car every time I drove. It was also getting hard getting through door frames. The skinny 4’9 girl soon became a 300lbs brood mother carrying 60lbs of pure babies.

At my 7 month, it was already getting hard enough to walk around at all. My bump towered over me each morning. All I could see was this mountain of flesh on top of me, my boobs almost smothered me in my sleep. I could not see them but I could tell I started leaking a lot. Not only that but getting around my belly to satisfy my needs was getting to be a challenge too. I had to fit a remote-control vibrator to my bed and lay on it if I needed some release.

I went to see jessie on one occasion, she was so In love with this new form of mine every time we saw each other she would rub lotion on me and talk to my babies about anything.

“oh this one time, your mommy was at the gym and she had a treadmill running competition, she ran 25km in less time that it takes you guys to kick~”

“jessie.. please don’t make them kick… they get rowdy when they start.. and it’s uncomfortable”

“I know.. but I love seeing a kick here and there~…”

At that moment one of them kicked at the surface near my belly button where jessie was and her head went for a joy ride

“aaah!~ haiiii baby! It’s me, aunt jessie!!”

“uuugh…. i.. I think I should be going..”

“okay, just take care of the babies please~”

As I got to the door I notice how close I was to the frame, my figure could barely pass through it. It’s… fuck it’s amazing.

I got into my car, sliding the seat as far back as I could and still my belly was touching the steering wheel. Driving like this was pretty uncomfortable but there was a certain kinky element to it. In the last ew months as I kept growing I’ve been getting more and more in love with my own figure. Every bite, every inconvenience like reaching the top counter or squirming in bed to try and get up was such a turn on that I was staring to get horny at the littlest things.

When I got home I looked into my bag and the horror happened

“w-where are my keys?! D-did I leave them at jessie? i… I don’t wanna drive all the way back, she would probably keep me there another hour…”

In a panic I looked around and saw that my window was open, so I jumped (“jumped”) the bush, waddled myself to my window and opened it. I threw in my purse first with my phone in it. Then as quicky as I got the idea I also did the brilliant thing of trying to get through the window. Yeah, massive quad girl with 350lbs of blubber which 75lbs were just baby was trying to get through a window. That would obviously work (sarcasm)

“nnngh.. c-come on!!! Hhhmpppfff!! Nnngh aaaah!! Get through dammit!!” I kept pulling myself through and I probably should not have done it because eventually… I got stuck…

“aaaumpf!!! G-get assed it come one!! Nnnghpppppppffff aaaha!! Nnngh!” my belly was in all display trying to get through. My ass was sticking through my jeans more than any other time and I could tell my neighbours were looking at me.

Suddenly my babies inside me started shifting, as if they knew mommy needed to squeeze through

“aammmmpppff.. mmmmphph t-that’s it babies.. aahaa.. f-fuck stop moving that much!” the moves and kicks did turn me on severely, so much that if someone passed by and saw my ass sticking out, decide to have their way with me? I would probably beg for it.

“nnnnnngh.. o-okay almost there.. mmmmmmpphh… aaha gggggrrrrrnnnnn”

And just like that the movement inside me was enough to get me passed the tight window. When I did get inside I was so damm horny I desperately tried to get my hands down there. The first thing I did was head straight to the fridge, get something to drink like a weight shake and laid on bed right on top of the vibrator. I hoped to fuck it had batteries because I was not getting up anymore… in fact.. I don’t think I would be able to in about a week..

A request I’ve been meaning to write but never found the time for it. Here it is and I hope you all enjoy it

#thesamwriting #bellyexpansion #multiples pregnancy #pregnantinplaid

[starswallowingsea]

Book Review: Kaikeyi by Vaishnavi Patel

I ended up giving this book a 3/5 star rating based on just a craft perspective but as soon as I finished reading I ended up looking at reviews by Hindus online and well. Let's discuss below the cut.

So Kaikeyi is a retelling of the Ramayana from the perspective of Queen Kaikeyi. The Ramayana is a very important text in Hinduism and thus, assuming that Patel grew up in a Hindu household, one would expect her to be familiar with it in the same way I, as someone who grew up in a Catholic household, am familiar with the Bible.

Before I get into all of that, I would like to actually talk about the content of the book, since I am the target audience as an outsider to Hinduism looking to learn more about the stories that make up its foundations. I don't know anything about the Ramayana and I found this retelling to be very off, at least from a historical perspective.

One of the biggest issues I have with historical books is that authors really love to put their modern, 21st century views and ideals onto the narrative. It happens on all sides of the political spectrum and as a historian it makes me want to tear my hair out. I know it's unavoidable that our own perspectives shape how we write, but I wish that more people would take a step back and see how their ideas of feminism, in this case anyway, would actually have looked in the time period their book is set in.

Kaikeyi is the third wife of Dasharath and gives birth to his second son, Bharata, whom has been promised upon their wedding to ascend the throne. Kaushalya, Dasharath's first wife, also gave birth to his first son, Rama, of whom the Ramayana is actually focused on. However, while their children are growing up, we get a lot lot lot of the pushing of 21st century ideals in a historical setting. Kaikeyi is very invested in the ideas of women's rights which is fine? I guess? But it is very very hard for me to believe a woman of her standing, quite literally as the Queen of her nation, would be so class conscious and care this much about the average woman in her country without much reason.

Every single time Kaikeyi devolves into a rant about the Patriarchy and Feminism, it feels like this book would have been better suited to a modern retelling of the Ramayana rather than a historical one, though I can imagine it would still come with a lot of the same baggage re: an apparent lack of understanding of anything in the original Epic. The whole thing feels forced and like if Kaikeyi doesn't care about all women then she can't be a feminist character or reclamation or a "girl's girl" as the kids on tiktok are saying these days I think. Honestly I'd rather have a meaningful examination of her biases that are certain to actually be there if she were written to be like a person rather than a perfect ideal of Patel's feminism.

The first 2/3 of the book also felt like everything was just handed to Kaikeyi on a silver platter with very minimal pushback which just made her such an unbearable character to be in the headspace of for that period. I feel a lot of that space could have just been used better to show her stubbornness in the face of adversity that shines towards the end of the novel rather than just. Letting her passively have all of her goals handed to her with very minimal work on her part.

As a reading experience, the last 150 or so pages were probably the best to read as Kaikeyi's actions finally have real, tangible consequences for her but this is also the point where I saw a lot of Hindu readers had such an issue with this retelling of the Ramayana. Rama being portrayed as a misogynistic, war hungry prince and the erasure of Ravana's history of raping and kidnapping women were the two biggest points of contention for Hindu reviewers. I don't see why either of these changes were necessary to adapt this story for a modern, Western audience. By doing this, I believe Patel, intentionally or not, is playing into colonialist narratives about Hinduism rather than fighting them. It's also a disservice to present the Ramayana this way to both Hindu and non-Hindu readers, given that Hindus will be able to spot all the changes and disregard them, and non-Hindus are none the wiser to all the liberties Patel took with her retelling and are bound to spout them as fact if they don't look into the original.

I'd probably skip this book unless you're really into hashtag girlboss feminism retellings of fairy tales and myths, since so many of them miss the point of the original story. I can see the potential here for Patel as an author and am on the fence about trying her book coming out next month as the writing itself wasn't awful, but I'm not sure if I trust her with another myth retelling. At the very least, I suppose I can thank Patel for making me interested in reading the Ramayana at some point in the near future, so this review might have an update eventually.

#shay speaks #book reviews #bookblr #booklr #kaikeyi #i read this in like 3 weeks i'm kinda shocked #the prose reads very easily but its very insufferable to be in kaikeyi's head sometimes #i do want to take this book in good faith in that patel didnt mean for it to come across like this but. #also someone on goodreads said it felt more like reading a medieval european fantasy instead of something set in india.... #god yeah it felt like that it was very. untethered to its setting. #anyway i'm tired and hungry i'm going to maybe eat in a bit here.

[abiiors]

hey baby, since youve just woken up.

Game night in the household, competitive and overly loud, its become tradition for us all to sit down with dinner and try and best the others at only connect. Usually Ross of Adam would win with George in a close second every time, we like to joke hes cursed to always be in second place for these things. Tonight though, Matty has resolved to win, by any means necessary, because he was sick of coming in last. It had been pointed out if he paid attention he could win but he claimed that was too hard to focus on. So here we were, shitty indian takeout from down the road on the table before us, all bundled onto the couch.  

Matty’s arm is wrapped around my shoulder pulling me into him tightly, fingers trialing up and down my bicep tickling a little. its chilly tonight so a blanket is splayed across us both, my arm across his middle, head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm and the way it picks up excitedly when he gets something right, clinging to his warm body when a draft comes from under the front door. trying to best each other with every passing question. Arguing arises amongst the boys when they start gloating about how many points they have so far, george insisting hes in first, hes not, and everyone is happy to tell him, joining in myself because i refuse to let george believe hes better at this than me, pulled from my argument however when Matty’s hand ventures up my shirt, laid flat to my stomach just below my chest, hidden by the blanket pulled to my shoulder and wrapped tightly round me.

Looking up at him with a glare, annoyance that his cold hand is on my otherwise warm self, however all the courage i had drains away when i look into his eyes, almost hungry, I shy away when he leans down, almost flinching as his lips brush my ear, the other boys still distracted, whispering huskily into my ear

"make this interesting yeah? You get it right, I please you. I get it right--well it'll be fun" 

Suddenly georges voice peaks above the rest and he points at us both accusingly, getting the other attention, "Oi you two, no secret collaboration"

Nodding curtly in his direction we both giggle a little, and i find myself unconsciously curling closer to matty, hiding from the chill the open window lets in. the tv screen lights up in blue and the new grid appears, the first group is apparent, all elements in group 1, thank god for my year 7 chemistry teacher. 

"They're all in group 1 of the periodic table"

"Ok nerd" george is growing evermore bitter the more he loses his lead and it shows, if i wasnt so nervous id giggle

"Fucking loser" ross is grinning from ear to ear regardless, he just thinks its good fun, of course hes never come less than third place so he wouldnt understand the stakes,

 "Good job bloo" adam of course, ever the supportive one, 

But I wasn't really listening, not in a meaningful way, instead tuning into matty’s shallow breathing and the way his heart hammered against his ribcage, almost as if desperate to escape, hes nervous too, or maybe just excited if the the tent in his trousers is any indication. Lithe fingers slowly teasing my chest, circling pebbled nipples without touching, flicking across them every so often, Matty watches in amusement as I pull myself tighter to him in the hopes it stops me from giving something away, another whisper to my ear, discreet 

"good girl, so smart aren't you?" Pinching the perked bud between thumb and forefinger and relishing in the way I bite my lip trying to stifle the desperate noises that threaten to escape, to prevent alerting the others, and to focus on the next row. 

"I think they're all bible references?" 

"Nope. All beginnings" the smug smile on his face fills me with dread, settling on my shoulders and weighing me down, slumping down further 

"Fuck" group chatter drowned out, all i can focus on is his reactions, the soft tsk noise he makes, something so small and its all i can hear, 

"Disappointing. I was hoping you'd get that one" spoken with a lower tone, disappointed, he was disappointed. I cant help but feel bad, i want to do well, make him proud. And yet i know he wasn't hoping id get that one right; I know that the moment his other hand takes mine, underneath the blankets and presses it to his lap, his other hand stilling, fingers digging into soft flesh of my chest but avoiding touching where I crave most, gently guiding my hand to knead him through his trousers, 

"your going to have to earn that pleasure back" 

Ripped from our little bubble matty looks up at the sound of ross’ voice "Oi matt you want a drink?" 

"Yeah mate; can you get me a coke, with ice?" 

"Sure" with a quick nod ross is off to the kitchen leaving more room on the long couch now, a 6 seater couch, which made it a little easier to be discreet about this, not like i had much choice, i didn't want much choice though in all honesty. This was fun. 

WHAT THE FUCK!??? EVIL EVIL BOY, evil of you to send me this after I’ve just woken up. I also know the periodic table very well so WHEN IS IT MY TURN HUH????

in all seriousness, I have always wanted to play the jackbox games with the boys but this is a smuttier version of my fantasy so I approve 🤭

#asks #smutty snippets #the 1975 #matty healy #🍓

[turning-the-kaleidoscope]

For the hug drabbles, #8 with Mob and Ritsu.

thank you sm for the prompt!! <3 <3 I recently wrote a fic dealing with the Kageyama boys and nightmares (it's called "Won't Repeat" and can be read on AO3 here!) and since I didn't want to re-tread themes I decided to take the "nightmare" scenario in a different direction--less literal, but I do really like how this turned out and I hope you guys enjoy! i,, love the kageyama brothers so much.

warning for themes of bullying (nothing on-screen but heavily implied). post-series but no spoilers.

(It can be read on AO3 here!)

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ritsu transfers to a new high school just before the start of his second year. 

It’s not the high school Shigeo is going to, but it’s a better decision for Ritsu’s future overall. Cayenne Academy has vibrant opportunities for the field of chemical science and scholarships into a sister college under the same association. He’s going to miss his brother, but he can’t follow Shigeo everywhere. This decision makes the most sense. 

He starts at Cayenne as a second year and Shigeo enters his third. 

~*~*~*~*~

The hierarchy is tilted against him, but it’s nothing unexpected. He knew that it would be and was fine going through with his decision even so. He’s the only transferred second year in this period, he knew it would take time. He was accepted into the chemistry club and the rest of his peers generally leave him alone. Mutual respect isn’t a bad place to start.

“I’m glad it’s going well so far,” Shigeo says when Ritsu gives him the rundown. He’s washing dishes while Ritsu clears the table. “Have you made any friends?”

“Not really,” Ritsu answers, lowering a stack of dinner dishes into the sink. “I joined the chemistry club and everyone there seems chill. I have my first meeting tomorrow with them.”

Shigeo’s smile makes Ritsu feel like he can do anything. “You’ll have to tell me all about it.”

Ritsu rolls his eyes and leans into the counter. “How’s your first month as a third year?”

“Ah.” Shigeo scrubs a plate with excessive force. “The workload is… a lot. But it’s been good.”

“Are you still thinking about going into the medical field?”

Shigeo nods. “I’m meeting with the guidance counselor tomorrow to go over options, but I’d like to be an EMT.”

“I’ll tell you how my club meeting goes and you tell me how your meeting with the counselor goes?”

“I’ll bring Ramune if you supply the pocky.”

“Deal.”

~*~*~*~*~

Verdict: he likes his clubmates and his clubmates seem to like him. 

Shigeo is happy for him, says he’s relieved that Ritsu found a good club and a good high school with encouraging peers. Privately, Ritsu is relieved, too. His clubmates are dedicated but not pretentious and none of them seem to value their branch of interest over another’s. The group is well-balanced and Ritsu fits right in.

Ritsu is making connections with his teachers, too. A scouting college professor is visiting campus next Monday. Their family has never had a lot of money and Mom and Dad have assured him that they would make whatever career he wanted happen for him, but he can’t do that to them in good conscience. He needs this scholarship.

Shigeo announces over dinner that he has officially decided to pursue a career in the medical field as an EMT. Mom decides a celebration is in order and plans a hotpot dinner for the weekend.

~*~*~*~*~

A new student transfers into Ritsu’s class.

~*~*~*~*~

It isn’t a big deal.

“Ritsu?” Mom’s head pokes into his bedroom. “Dinner’s ready. Are you hungry?”

“Oh.” Ritsu rubs his face. He’s been staring at his homework for so long, the words have stopped looking like words. “Um. I was actually going to turn in early tonight, if that’s okay. I’m not super hungry.”

“Are you not feeling well?”

“A little. I have a headache.”

Mom steps over the threshold and meets him at his desk, her hand spread over his forehead. “You don’t have a fever,” she says, smoothing his hair out of his face. “Well, get some rest. Take a break from all this.” She tugs the textbook out from under his hands and flips it closed. “You work yourself too hard. We all think so.”

Ritsu forces a tired laugh, rubbing his face again. “Thanks, Mom. I’ll rest.”

“You’d better.” It’s playful, and he strains to keep his smile up and not worry her more.

He can handle this.

~*~*~*~*~

Shigeo has Teruki over for a study night. It’s been on the family calendar—everything goes on the family calendar these days, what with everyone’s schedules conflicting and Ritsu and Shigeo having so many places to be—but Ritsu forgot all about it until he ducks out of his room toward the kitchen for PopTarts and finds the two of them sprawled on the floor by the coffee table. 

“Oh, hey, lil bro!” Teruki vaults himself up with force that gives Ritsu sympathy whiplash. “Wow, your hair’s all over the place. How’s it going?”

“It.” Ritsu was not prepared to socialize. Shigeo looks concerned, though, so he’s gotta say something. “Sorry, Teruki, I completely forgot you were coming over.”

Teruki laughs, good-natured. For some reason it makes Ritsu’s chest ache. “Don’t worry about it. Shige’s been telling me all about your school, sounds like they’ve really got you burning the candle from both ends over there.”

“Is everything okay, Ritsu?” Shigeo asks. 

“Yeah, sorry,” Ritsu lies. He hates lying to Shigeo, but there's no reason why Shigeo needs to get involved. “I’ve got a lot on my mind.” Shigeo stares at him, unsatisfied, and Ritsu pretends not to notice. “How’s studying?”

“We were actually gonna call it a night and put on a movie,” Teruki answers. “You can join us if you want. It’s one of those flicks that’s only fun if you’re watching with a group. The more the merrier.”

Great, so neither of them believed the lie. “Thanks, but I think I’ll pass tonight. I’ve got a book review due tomorrow and I want to proof-read one more time.” 

“Ah, gotcha. Bummer. Well, join us next time, then. We’ll even let you pick the movie.”

Ritsu grabs his PopTarts from the kitchen, bids them both goodnight and leaves before Shigeo can pry again.

~*~*~*~*~

Mom and Dad are setting the table when Ritsu comes home. His shoes are soaked and the bruises underneath his ribs throb. He shuts the door silently behind him, peels off his shoes and then his socks. He powerwalks from the genkan to his bedroom, then from his bedroom to his bathroom. 

He wrestles himself out of his school uniform into a fresh change of clothes, shakes the dirt out of his hair and rinses the scrape in his side just in time to meet Shigeo in the kitchen for dinner. 

Shigeo is surprised that Ritsu is home, since he hadn’t heard him come in. Mom was about to text him. Ritsu brushes it off with a nonsense reason and sprints for the kitchen to ask Mom how he can help with dinner.

He can handle this.

~*~*~*~*~

Shigeo has spooled himself between the couch and the coffee table, flopped over his arms and surrounded by textbooks and gel pens.

“Studying hard?” Ritsu asks.

Shigeo lifts his head. He has eyebags like someone who accidentally placed a bulk order for 50,000 sticky hands and had to zoink through half a dozen third-party sites to cancel it. That happened to Shou once.

Ritsu missed Shou. He chose a high school so he could be closer to his mother, which means that outside of summer vacation and occasional weekend visits, he doesn’t see his best friend often. It doesn’t help the steadily growing pit of isolation in his stomach.

No—he isn’t isolated. He’s handling this fine. 

“I normally like anatomy,” Shigeo sighs. “The way this textbook phrases things is… confusing.”

“Do you want cup ramen? I was going to make one for myself, I can boil some extra water.”

“If you don’t mind. Thank you, Ritsu.”

Ritsu reaches for the top shelf in the pantry. The bruising on his shoulder aches, but he snags two ramens before the pain is unbearable. He sets the kettle to boil. 

“How was school?” Shigeo calls from the living room.

“It was good. Nothing special. What about you?”

“The same. We had a substitute today, so our quiz got pushed back a week.”

“Nice.”

“Sort of. I was looking forward to getting it over with.”

“I guess now you have more time to prepare for it?”

“Yeah.”

The kettle whistles. Ritsu pours water into both cups, grabs an extra pair of chopsticks for Shigeo and heads back into the living room. 

“Oh, thank you,” Shigeo says, taking the cup from him.

Ritsu nods. “Mom is gonna be upset if she finds out we’re eating this late.”

“She understands.” Shigeo pins the flimsy lid over the cup with his chopsticks. He pauses, long enough that Ritsu realizes he wants to say something. He wants to talk. 

“… Well, I’m going back to my room,” Ritsu says, moving toward the hall. “Don’t stay up too late.”

“Ritsu.” 

Ritsu waits. 

“... You would tell me if something was wrong,” Shigeo says quietly. “Wouldn’t you?”

“Yeah.”

He shuts the door of his room behind him. 

~*~*~*~*~

Cayenne Academy has a large fountain in the plaza behind the school. 

The water is very cold. 

~*~*~*~*~

Mom and Dad are out of town to help Dad’s parents with a moving sale. It’s early November and it’s cold and Ritsu steps through the barrier Shigeo keeps subconsciously over their home, over the porch and through the front door. His feet hurt. His hands are cold. Shigeo’s aura rumbles like a fireplace, warmhearted and familiar. Ritsu’s eyes sting.

Ritsu’s aura curdles in his chest like over-microwaved milk. His blood vibrates under his skin until he’s sick to his stomach—except he hasn’t eaten anything today, so there’d be nothing to throw up if he tried. 

“Ritsu?” 

Of course Shigeo can tell something is wrong. Ritsu should have thought about that before he came home like—like this. He hears Shigeo’s footsteps, slow at first then fast when Ritsu doesn’t answer. When Shigeo turns the corner from the kitchen to the entryway, all of Ritsu’s fabricated dispositions break apart and a traitorous sob catches in his throat.

Shigeo leaps toward him, panicked. “What happened?” Shigeo says, stopping just in front of him and thumbing at his hairline. He nicks a bruise and Ritsu doesn’t have the energy not to wince. “Are you hurt? You’re hurt. What happened?”

Ritsu didn’t plan this. He hardly remembers making the decision to walk home without changing out of his uniform or cleaning out the scratches or washing the grime out from under his fingernails. His aura grits down on itself like a meat grinder on glass, strung-up and shivery. He can feel it affect his brother’s aura but can’t reel it in. The lights flicker.

Shigeo’s palms flatten on either one of his cheeks and Ritsu meets his brother’s crimson eyes. Shigeo looks furious and devastated and sad.

“Did someone do this? Ritsu?”

Ritsu can’t take it.

“There was a new student,” Ritsu says. His voice is the only part of him that isn’t shaking violently. “H-He transferred a c… a couple months after I did. He wasn’t good at sports, or academics, or… But he was nice. He was really nice. He just wanted to fit in, and…”

Shigeo is listening, patiently still while his aura seizes. Ritsu tries to gather his thoughts but his thoughts wrangle into emotion and his ribs claw at his heart. 

“Everyone turned against him,” Ritsu whispers. “For—no reason, and… I—”

Ritsu’s club gradually stopped talking to him. His good grades went from points of respect to points of jealousy. He’d never been called a teacher’s pet before. One day he was pulling the new kid’s books out of the school fountain and the next day it was his books.

“Why?” Ritsu gasps. “He didn’t do anything wrong, Nii-san. I said so, but they weren’t going to listen to me. Even he told me to stop, but what else was I supposed to do? I couldn’t just watch, not…” 

He reminded Ritsu of middle-school Shigeo, living under his own thumb. Loneliness and the feeling of being ‘other’ cut his brother deeply through the years. 

“I thought they’d all snap out of it once I called them out, but they didn’t. Then I thought if I could just explain the situation to a teacher something would change. But it didn’t.”

Speaking up made it worse. Speaking up shifted the target off of that student’s back and onto Ritsu’s.

“H-His parents transferred him to another school,” Ritsu chokes. His breaths come short and fast but he doesn’t have the willpower to keep himself from hyperventilating. “Today was his last day, and tomorrow, I—” 

Their punches were as sharp as their words. The fountain was so, so cold. 

“I’ll be alone.”

Shigeo grabs his arm. “Rits—” 

“But.” Ritsu’s voice shatters. He tears out of Shigeo’s grip, clutches at his chest and loathes the trilling note of his aura high in the air. “I won’t regret this,” Ritsu snaps, angry and ashamed at the well of it already stewing in his gut. He’s angry that he could regret this. Angry that he’s afraid. 

A teacher’s pet and a coward and a goody-two-shoes. He thought he was fitting in when in reality he just wasn’t standing out. 

Once he started standing up, then his peers shut him out and the bullies tried to shut him up.

“I won’t regret this,” Ritsu heaves, tears clotting in his throat, “because—because what I did wasn’t wrong.”

“That’s right,” Shigeo says. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I didn’t…” 

Shigeo’s arms bind around Ritsu’s shoulders and pull him against his chest. “I’m really, really proud of you.”

Ritsu clutches his brother and lets the storm take him. Shigeo’s aura secures a barrier over Ritsu’s and creates a pocket of space where there exists only the two of them. The steadfast warmth of Shigeo’s aura is an overpowering solace and Ritsu chokes on his sobs.

“Why?” Ritsu smothers himself in his brother’s shoulder. He doesn’t know whether or not he wants to be heard. “H-He never did anything wrong—I never did anything wrong. Why would they turn on—” Him. Me. “I thought they liked me,” Ritsu chokes. “B-But they all turned on me so fast—” 

Shigeo squeezes him. Ritsu cries. 

Gradually, Shigeo guides him toward the couch without loosening his hold. A blanket wraps around Ritsu’s shoulders. Shigeo lowers them both to the couch and hugs Ritsu tight. Ritsu curls his knees against his brother’s chest and the pressure on his lungs makes it nearly impossible to breathe. 

Growing up, Ritsu thought for sure that if he only had psychic powers he would never be scared again. Why did he ever think that?

“Mom and Dad can’t know,” Ritsu blurts. The fountain, bruising, their hits and their words— “Th-They can’t know, they… they’re g-gonna be so upset.” 

“I won’t tell them,” Shigeo says, sounding torn. “But they have to know, Ritsu. They’ll be more upset if you don’t tell them and they can’t figure out what’s wrong.”

Ritsu can handle the concept of his family being angry. He can’t handle the concept of his family being disappointed. 

“What am I going to do tomorrow?” Ritsu whimpers. 

“Nothing.” Shigeo rests his chin on the top of Ritsu’s head and his aura cinches around Ritsu’s, stubborn. “You aren’t going anywhere tomorrow.”

“But—”

“If you don’t wanna tell Mom and Dad right away, I’ll tell them you can’t go. I won’t tell them anything, and  You never take time off school. They might make you talk to them instead, but they won’t make you go.”

“I don’t want to disappoint them.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Tears bring heat to Ritsu’s eyes. He grips his brother’s sleeve and lets himself feel small. “Are you disappointed?”

“No. I’m mad, but. Not at you.”

He knew that, but he had to hear it. Pathetic.

Shigeo’s aura bears down on his again abruptly. The suddenness of it chokes the air out of Ritsu’s throat. “Stop doing that.”

“I’m not doing it on purpose,” Shigeo says, “you just—you keep getting more upset.”

“You aren’t going to be able to take it away,” Ritsu snaps. “This is plenty. Alright?” Shigeo’s aura is nice, but even if they weren’t psychics and all Shigeo did was hug him, that would be enough. “It’s—It’s too much when you do that.”

“Sorry.”

Ritsu presses his temple to Shigeo’s chest. His brother’s heartbeat is fast. “It’s okay.”

Shigeo’s aura remains, but stops fussing. It reminds him of a time back in elementary school when he had a fever and Mom wouldn’t stop hovering. The comfort of her concern conflicted with the overstimulation of words and presence. He doesn’t want Shigeo to leave but he needs him to not freak out.

Ritsu loosens the chokehold on his own aura. Its presence sits mutely in the base of his chest, but now it can move if it wants to and his lungs expand easier. Shigeo’s heartbeat draws to a steadier pace. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t say something sooner,” Ritsu manages. “I—I thought I could handle it.”

“It’s okay. I’m glad you said something now.”

Ritsu closes his eyes.

He missed his brother.

~*~*~*~*~

Hushed voices dance over his head when Ritsu starts to wake up. He’s too exhausted to consider moving, the haze of sleep thick behind his eyes and his chest comfortably weighted. A familiar hand smooths his hair out of his face. 

“Is everything okay?” 

“Not really. Ritsu can’t go to school tomorrow.”

Mom’s hand lingers at the bruise. The sleep is too thick for Ritsu to consider opening his eyes. “What happened?”

“Ritsu doesn’t want me to tell you, but he agreed to tell you himself when he’s ready.”

“No school tomorrow?”

“I can go, but he can’t.”

The hand lifts from Ritsu’s head. “You’ve been just as bad about pushing yourself too hard, Shige. If he’s going to call in sick, I’ll call in for both of you.”

“You don’t—”

“It sounds like Ritsu needs you. It’s basically the weekend anyway. Your father would say the same thing.”

“I’d say the same thing about what?”

Mom and Dad… he must have been asleep for hours if they’re home. Has Shigeo been here this whole time?

“Ritsu’s having a hard time.”

“What’s going on?”

“He’ll tell us himself when he’s ready, but I’m keeping him and Shige home from school tomorrow.

“Sounds like a plan to me. You boys never take time off these days, what kind of teenagers are you?”

“... I guess we have been busy recently, but…”

“It’ll be good for both of you,” Mom decides. She kisses Ritsu’s forehead first, and then he assumes Shigeo’s. “I’ll bring out some extra blankets.”

“You’re good kids,” Dad says. “Thanks for looking after him, Shige.”

Ritsu feels Shigeo’s arm tighten against his back. “Of course.” 

Shigeo is the best brother. 

The kitchen light flicks back off. Blankets drape over both of them and Mom tucks the corners in. Ritsu’s eyes are sticky from crying and from sleep, and his throat hurts, but the unrest in his chest has settled. He feels okay.

He’ll talk to Mom and Dad in the morning. For now he relaxes into his brother and slips back under the warmth of sleep.

#mob psycho 100 #mp100 #cloud writes #fanfic #kageyama ritsu #kageyama shigeo #KAGEYAMA BROS #i love them so much #i love ritsu ;;;;;; his and shigeo's relationship is very precious to me #i love ritsu being able to rely on his brother and i love shigeo finally getting to be a reliable big brother #it's healing for both of them

[thommi-tomate]

Holger Badstuber column

Hello, football fans!

It's time again for emotion, passion and enthusiasm. That is what I have always associated with the Bundesliga. As a professional with FC Bayern, FC Schalke 04 and VfB Stuttgart, it was a constant up and down for me, it never got boring.

Before the first matchday, the adrenaline was particularly high, with the hard weeks of preparation in my bones, the goals in my head and the will in my heart to show everyone. Even now, after ending my career as an active player, I can feel the tingle when it starts again, and I enjoy the speculation about the strength of the teams, the course of the season and the spectacle.

Will FC Bayern be champion again? The new Bundesliga season promises excitement in any case. Here are five theses:

Big showdown: championship decision only at the end

The thrill of the last matchday of last season showed that FC Bayern is no longer completely untouchable. Even the record champion will have to stretch to win the trophy again. This season, the title fight promises to be tough.

With Harry Kane, FC Bayern has brought a new goal machine into the team, but he alone will not be enough. The coordination within the team must first be found in order to use him properly. The competition could use this time to get used to the new player.

RB Leipzig is already pushing forward impatiently, showing itself tenacious and hungry for goals. The victory in the Supercup could be a harbinger of what awaits us: Bayern chasers on the march! Bayer Leverkusen, without the pressure of being favorites, enters with a strengthened squad (Granit Xhaka!) and the valuable input of coach Xabi Alonso. That has potential. Borussia Dortmund will also attack again, even though I tend to believe that they will neither finish first nor second.

FC Bayern: More than 25 goals conceded without new "six"

It's an old adage, but for me as a former defender it's like a mantra: defense wins titles. For a long time now, however, defensive work at FC Bayern has seemed neglected, even sloppy at times. That's where everyone in the team is called upon! There is also a major construction site in the squad with a missing "Holding Six". Someone is needed who is physically strong, tall, plays simply, wins duels and wins balls when things get dicey. Someone like Javí Martínez in 2013.

However, as it will be difficult to find a top-class player in this position, this weak point will continue to cause problems and thus goals conceded. The last time there were fewer than 25 goals conceded was in 2017 (22). However, the aspiration should go there, even if the championship title was always achieved in the end.

Union takes the next step

I've never made any secret of the fact that the "Eisernen"(Die eisernen/the iron ones/iron Union It is the nickname of the Union Berlin) fascinate me. Because the club combines many things for which I feel great sympathy: unity, humility, hard work and standing together for success. Everyone in the club supports the team - and they give it back on the pitch, whipped up by positive-minded fans who go all out. Union is a real unit.

Now they've made big moves in the transfer market, landing experienced players like Kevin Volland and Robin Gosens. These reinforcements could even help Union make a splash internationally. The club is on the upswing, which could carry it far up the Bundesliga as well. Establishing itself in the top third of the Bundesliga would be the next step in its development. The conditions for this could not be better.

Problem child "Effzeh" (Köln): relegation fight instead of midfield

Coach Steffen Baumgart is entering his third year at 1. FC Köln - so far, he has always managed to overcome periods of weakness with his intense style of play. However, high pressing, demanding duels and an extraordinary willingness to run take their toll. I see the danger of wear and tear, especially since the departure of Ellyes Skhiri to Frankfurt weighs heavily.

Thus, a year is shaping up in which power football may no longer be effectively implemented without the centerpiece. In addition, there are few new faces in the squad that could bring a breath of fresh air to the team. While the competition has upgraded in the transfer market, Cologne seems to have stagnated. If the Cologne coach does not consider a Plan B, the "Effzeh" will slip.

VfB Stuttgart remains a surprise package

What I experienced at VfB Stuttgart from 2017 to 2021 was like a roller coaster ride. It was wild, it went up and down. For me as a player, but above all for the club. Most recently, however, VfB Stuttgart finally looked solid again under Sebastian Hoeneß after turbulent years - with a stable axis and a clear concept. But now, with the departure of Wataru Endo, one of the mainstays of the team has been lost. If Dinos Mavropanos or Borna Sosa were to leave the club, that would be a fatal mistake.

With the transfer window about to close, it's hard for me to imagine that adequate replacements will be found quickly. With Endo, Mavropanos and Sosa, I would have predicted a stable season for VfB. So it will probably be rather tight again.

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#holger badstuber #bundesliga #holger badstuber columm

[bitegore]

Directors cut for Soundwave Says: Fuck Off?

Soundwave Says: Fuck Off can be read here :D

There are two pieces of important context for this fic and neither of them have anything to do with it. The first is that I got really used to the level of feedback and attention I got for my (extremely often, usually at least one update to one fic a day) posting schedule over this summer and I was really happy with it! I've always been enormously attention-hungry and I was finally getting a level of sustained attention that I liked.

And then I went to college. And now I can't do that any more, because I'm using my brain for, like, school and shit. Now I'm back to the bad old days of refreshing my email every ten minutes and having nothing new in there for an entire day! Horrible. So I'm like desperate to finish and post things and it's just not getting done because I need my time and my focus for school and fic has to come second.

The other thing is that, in the tradition of several other people who I admire, I decided to make a fic-idea generating twitter bot with Cheap Bots Done Quick. My bot is pretty janky for a few reasons, not least of which because I can't get it to save variables, but it works.

Soundwave Says: Fuck Off was literally just me sitting down at approximately 1am, going "if i don't get a comment on a fic tonight i will literally drop dead and also die, but i have no ideas for anything i can wrap up and post in a short period of time. let me go play with my bot... okay that's a funny prompt, i'll do it" (because the bot gave me "the Decepticons and Soundwave had a falling out and now Hook is trying to get them back together. the fic" and that was just a very funny idea)

The actual fic itself literally shaped up while i was writing it. I didn't know Soundwave was going on temporary negotiation-vacation until about a third of the way through. There was very little by way of planning or thought process outside "it needs to be funny and it needs to be posted TONIGHT" lmfao, but I did figure that it wouldn't actually make sense for Soundwave to have fucked off from the Decepticons for real. He's just not really that kind of character. He wouldn't do that. So then there needed to be a different reason... the first and most low-hanging of which was "Soundwave got annoyed and took a vacation".

Soundwave forcing Hook to vacation with him was like the next immediate plan once I figured that out, though. I already set him up as the other overworked perfectionist among the Decepticons; I kind of had to follow through on that parallel after I'd done it.

Sorry I haven't got better or more in-depth commentary, but this fic had like. 0.5 thoughts go into it, haha, if I were going to give you analysis it'd be me digging through what's already there trying to come up with something deeper than what I actually put in lmao. You know how it goes. Sometimes you just gotta write fic for the sake of getting everyone to call you funny rather than to say anything about the characters.

#red replies #mx-plugs #unfortunately i really am just like this #i need attention or else i go a little bit nuts #these days i can get it on my own merits though! people know who i am and like my writing! so i don't have to be as desperate and clawing #for a scrap of attention from everyone i know as i used to be #i'm so glad i can just post fic to ao3 and get more than 0 comments now. its made me so much chiller #director's commentary ask game #this is one of several that. if asked about. you will really just get a window into my slightly skewed psyche