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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 5 months

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Hello, it me :D

Idk how you want to structure this or how it's gonna sound when I try to type out what's in my brain rn, I do know that I want this to be a full hc tho

Ok. So. I've seen some art here & there of some of the M6 with their own children; mostly just babies but there are a couple older kids in the mix as well. This is where things in my head get weird so bear with me:

I'm thinking this ask could go three ways (I also don't know if Nadia & Portia will be able to fit in to this ask but it is what it is), and you can do just one of the options or all of them, I'll let you choose:

A. M6 reacting to MC telling them they're pregnant

B. M6 & MC mid-pregnancy preparing for the baby

Or C. M6 getting to hold their kid for the first time

Hopefully this makes sense I think it provides an opportunity for incredible wholesomeness whatever you decide :)

The Arcana HCs: M6 during MC's pregnancy

~ ohoho, now this, this is the kind of prompt that makes my heart sing! @themushroomgoesyeet I hope you're ready because I'm doing all three of those suggestions in here, just you wait >:3 - brainrot ~

Other baby-related hcs: M6 when someone hands them a baby

The M6 when the child they have with you is an exact carbon copy of them

-- for the purpose of these headcanons and because I write for a gender-neutral reader, MC is pregnant with a baby that is equal parts their and their LI's DNA. This could have happened the traditional way (depending on how you envision your MC or if you headcanon your LI as trans), or simply by magical means. For my fellow trans men, seahorse dads are still dads! And to my fellow AO3 readers, mpreg is possible. Always. O.O --

Julian

For the first time in his life, he was well and truly speechless

And delighted. In fact, his speechlessness was because of the unforeseen tidal wave of joy that crashed over him as soon as you told him and it knocked all the air out of his lungs

Pulling you into an embrace as soon as he can move again and trembling with excitement: "Really? You're going to have my baby? We're going to be parents? I'm going to be a father? Haha!"

If he was bad about hovering before he's terrible about it now

Detailed research on all potential issues (which leads to him having crippling spirals over all the ways this could go wrong)

Auntie Pasha and Great-Grandma Mazelinka are here for it and so overwhelmingly supportive. It's hard to resist Julian's regular suggestions of bed rest because they make it so feasible

Mazelinka's soup was heavenly for your morning sickness

Julian collected at least three different remedies for every single pregnancy symptom you had and filled multiple notebooks with doctor's observations. Even down to tracking your sleep cycle

He also called in several favors to make sure that at least two other doctors would be available leading up to your due date - one for you and one for the baby. (he still insisted on being the main one)

He managed the birth impressively well - years of medical expertise kicked in and he went full "doctor" mode, keeping a cool head and open communication and anticipating every need

Until he held his child for the first time and had to sit down because his knees gave out. He has a whole new reason to live well

Asra

You know that panicked blushy face they make? Yeah, that was it

You briefly mistook it for horror - you know he likes surprises, but this is something else - but it was really his own panic at suddenly being plunged into a whole new world of emotion and instincts

Their first motion was to reach out and place their hand over your heart to confirm it through your bond, if only because they couldn't get their words to work and they needed that grounding touch

Once he's collected himself, he's over the moon. Is it terrifying? Sure, but it's also going to be the adventure of a lifetime, and it means building a new future and family with you! As parents!

They want to tell Aisha and Salim about it as soon as you're comfortable because they've done this before, they can help. And also because they’re going to be grandparents

Covers you with enchantments to keep you and the baby safe and happy and keeps a growing list of the most unhinged baby names to make you laugh. Faust likes to gently squeeze your bump

Makes every pregnancy craving you have and tries it with you, no matter how weird. He's got three years of practice being your caregiver and his patience for the mood swings is unending

Spends an hour every night with an ear against your baby bump, listening to them grow and thrive

Offers you every type of pain relief they can find. If not for your sake, then for theirs, because seeing you hurt makes them panic

Holds you the whole way through childbirth, no matter how messy, and stays so reassuring and supportive

Scared to hold the baby at first because he's so shaky from emotions. Won't put it down once he does

Nadia

The news is so unexpected that she just can't believe it at first

As in, her brain is genuinely incapable of immediately processing what you've just told her, so she just finishes her task before running it through her head a second time before it sinks in

The loudest gasp you've ever heard, you see her drop her teacup as her hands fly to cover her mouth and she stares at you in surprise

So happy. So, so, so very happy

She was never going to pressure you into having children. Between her driven nature and her ongoing loneliness, she'd resigned herself to never being a mother after marrying Lucio

But oh my! What a wonderful surprise! There's so much to do, she's slightly worried that nine months isn't going to be enough time

She sends for multiple physicians and invites several of them to live in the Palace through the pregnancy, and begins the interview process for your baby's pediatrician as well. She wants you healthy

Has the time of her life decorating the baby's future room and ends up getting so emotional looking at all the tiny clothes and shoes

Refuses to let you sleep by yourself. She doesn't want you to feel limited on a day-to-day basis at all, but she doesn't like you being alone for too long, especially during such quiet and precious hours

Prefers to hold off on giving her family any news or updates until she's had at least a few days to let it sink it. Each update she does send provokes a tidal wave of letters and advice and offers, not to mention Grandpa Namar's tear-stained letters of excitement

Has to hide sobs when she holds her child and announces its name

Muriel

Straight up disassociates. Not due to any fault of yours, it's just a lot. Especially given his own context for parenting (or lack thereof)

"Muriel, I'm pregnant." soul gets yoinked through the stratosphere

You know him well enough to expect him to need a moment, so you're not surprised when he shakily nods, takes a deep breath, and tells you he'll be back before dark before walking off into the trees

Deeply apologetic once he gets back because in hindsight ghosting you might not have been the most appropriate response

He's happy, if not deeply anxious, but he gets more and more excited with every pregnancy update

He makes the baby's crib himself, seeking out the tree with the best wood, chopping it up, designing and cutting the pieces, carving and sanding and painting them with the utmost care

As your due date gets closer he starts reverting to an old habit of his, waking up several times through the night with a need to keep watch for any dangers or discomforts and make sure you're warm

You wake up to this sometimes, with him sitting quietly next to you in bed, one large hand resting protectively on your belly, a quiet smile on his face as he stares at the cradle on the other side of the room and counts every tiny kick the baby lands on his warm palm

He doesn't hesitate to tell Asra, Nadia, (and yes, Julian) about your pregnancy, because he knows they'll be able to help you in ways he can't. Watching you in pain during birth is almost traumatic for him

Doesn't say a word when you hand him his baby, just looks back and forth between you and them in delight and awestruck joy

Portia

Screams. Legitimate, jaw dropped, lung-deep screaming

Yes it's because she's excited!!! You're pregnant! That's amazing!!

Funnily enough, she doesn't bring up telling anybody else until several weeks have gone by or until you suggest it. She's used to keeping secrets and this is so special she's still finding words for it

She's also more familiar with what pregnancy can look like, and she doesn't want to make any big announcements with you too early

Borderline obsessive about making sure that you're properly fed and cared for. She keeps every snack stocked, gives you massages every night, asks you about any symptoms and offers relief

She ends up inviting everyone over for dinner so you two can break the news to them together, and if one Devorak wasn't loud and emotional enough, two of them are almost too much for the roof

Mazelinka is quick to offer her services, whether that be bringing soup, taking you two (three?!) to Nevivon so the grandmas can help, grabbing one of the grandmas and bringing them here, etc

Pepi develops a new habit of bringing you stolen fish at least once a day to make sure your growing kitten is properly nourished. the smell doesn't help your morning sickness but you appreciate it

Portia cries every time she sits down to work on another onesie or baby blanket or cloth diaper, which is several times a day

When it's time for you to give birth, she holds your hands as tightly as you hold hers and nearly knocks a doctor out of the way to catch the baby

Full-on happy sobbing when she holds them. Gets jealous anytime someone besides you gets to hold them longer than her

Lucio

Assumes you're joking until you tell him otherwise because what

It's not that he's against it, but realistically speaking he knows that one of him is already a lot to handle. And you're cooking another??

Once you convince him, his exuberant yells startle flocks of birds from the treetops in a half-mile radius. Speaking of trees ...

You two are journeymen. Where are you going to settle down?

You end up picking a spot close enough to Vesuvia for your old friends to be able to help, in a town where you know you'll have a fresh start. Buying a cottage is hard when you're used to a palace

Lucio occasionally remembers his mother's comments about how her pregnancy with him made the Red Plague seem like a summer cold, and then he panics about how much pain you must be in

Sits bolt-upright in bed four months in to your pregnancy in a cold sweat because it just hit him that your belly bump is actually an entire tiny human that's half him and half you and it's miraculous

Starts talking to your bump almost constantly after that

Everything from what the dogs are doing, to the right way to start a fire, to the best types of cookies - he's telling it all to the bump

Does he know, logically, that your baby isn't likely to be born missing an arm because of his amputation? Yes. Does he still have an irrational fear of that happening? Also yes.

Has such a hard time controlling his frustration during the birth when you're in pain and there's nothing he can do about it

Wraps his golden arm in a baby blanket and doesn't care about the mess the first time he holds them and presses a kiss to their head

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana fluff #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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crushedsweets · 8 months

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i'm so obsessed w your blog you really unlocked all the nostalgia that's always waiting under the surface frfr i hope you send me spiraling all the way down again i miss it here so bad. anyway can i ask. what u got on... jane my beloved... sowwy if there's already like. posts abt it i'll go thru your whole blog someday and learn everything like my uni books xx

ok some quick warm up doodles this morning to go with the chat i got... tw for torture, stalking, really sad stuff.

link to my au that has a page with her in it

ok to start off with, jane/liu aren't TOO present in my story because jane and liu live really normal lives. most of their personal story is about recovery and growth, they were victims not aggressors. they're more involved in ninas story, rather than the overarching slender/operator paranormal problems...

jane grew up in an upper middle class household with incredibly loving parents. she was majoring in criminal psychology and lived with her parents, since they were close to the uni. it was during her second year in university that jeff began stalking her. he'd leave dead animals on her doorstep, light fires in her garbage cans, shatter windows without even entering the house, key her car, leave cryptic writings on her car that say stuff like '1f' (1female) to further scare her.

it wasn't that there was anything special about jane, but she had a super easy, very strict schedule to follow. her uni classes were all in the same building at the time, her car had a few cute stickers and decorations on/in her car that made it easy to spot, she only worked sat-mon at a cafe near her university. she was a happy person. easy victim he thought

eventually, while jane was out, he broke into her home and assaulted her parents. whether he used drugs or just stabbed them in the right place to make them immobile idk, but he got them tied up in the kitchen at some point. he was torturing them, doing the typical carved out smile bullshit, and he planned on leaving them for jane to find that night -- but, for the first time, her schedule was different. she came home from work while he was drenching the house in gasoline.

he panicked upon hearing her absolutely gutwrenching scream and quickly lit the trail of gasoline while she was trying to untie her dad (her mom was long gone by this point, her dad was barely managing a few wheezed breathes). he went to go finish jane off. he slashed her face, from her right temple, down her cheek, splitting her mouth in half and getting down to her left jaw. but the fire was spreading way faster than he anticipated, and he already heard sirens, so he bolted.

jane suffered 3rd degree burns covering her entire right leg and arm, it reached up her neck and her face, alongside some other parts of her body. she was pulled out of the fire, rushed to the hospital, and barely managed to survive.

jane had some outside family to support her, but her biggest supporter was her friend from middleschool mary vaugn. she moved into mary's house, took a semester off of school for recovery. the second she felt physically able to, she tried to drive herself right back into school, regardless of her mental condition.

she changed her major to criminal justice. she eventually graduated, fell in love with mary, got married, became a private investigator, etc. she spent a while working on jeff's case, losing sleep and hair over it- she was getting into some sketchy things to try and figure it out, because by this point jeff and ben were friends, and slenderman needs ben's help, so jeff's now protected by slenderman

but jane is one stubborn fucking woman and kept going. instead of sending the proxies to subdue jane, he sent sally.

sally was another poltergeist that kept haunting homes with newborn babies. she was attracting some attention, but slenderman cant physically stop a ghost - so he spent some time talking to sally, connecting with this little ghost girl and convincing her 'you're doing such a great job protecting all these infants, but this one needs you now'

he sent sally off to live with jane. mary's sister was staying with jane/mary after having a baby, so sally agreed to protect the baby. jane quickly welcomed sallys presense, always having believed good things of protective spirits. her mom used to tell her stories of how her grandmother's ghost would always come and soothe jane in her infancy (whether its true or not doesnt matter to jane) .

sally eventually became more than a presence to jane, almost completely integrating herself into her household's daily life. even after mary's sister and her baby left, sally stayed with jane. she felt safe there. (it helped that there were no men in the house too)

jane cares for sally like a daughter for a long time, and begins to redirect her life towards sally, rather than hatred for jeff. she never fully recovers from that night, and she never ever ever ever fucking 'forgives' jeff in any way, but she puts it aside for a while.

but sally is still a spirit, and does her fair share of wandering. she's always landing herself in the cornfields, the forest, etc, and jane goes frantic looking for her -- which is where she eventually bumps into the proxies. it's a huge mess, but she finds out what the fuck slenderman is and whats happening in that forest, but she just . . cant do anything about it. for sallys sake

eventually they get to the point where jane commonly finds herself walking in the forest with sally, or the proxies have to call jane and tell her to 'get her ghost kid' from the forest, etc.

at some point in this she also connects with liu. i don't know who reaches out first, whether it be liu desperately wanting to apologize for everything, or jane trying to figure out anything about jeff she can use to find him. this is how she finds out about nina.

jane smacked the shit out of nina when she first met her, in front of the proxies, who had to pull them apart. (i love nina but she deserved it after idolizing jeff). but nina is really fucking weird and began to idolize jane as well, and sally liked nina, which made it even more complicated, and that's why jane is the first person nina calls after jeff stabbed her ...

by this point janes hoping nina can heal, hoping liu can heal, hoping she herself can heal. ITS VERY HARD. its so unbelievably painful. that's basically where her story is at right now...

on a more positive note, she has a beautiful relationship with mary, and was hugely accepted in mary's family. she does poetry, creative writing, and is passionate about her career. she takes some extra creative writing/art courses at the local community college, just out of pure interest. she does her best to live a peaceful life

a bit off topic, but here's a little thing i copy and pasted from an old hc post too:

i cannot explain how close jane and her parents were. she was an only child in a upper middle class house to a lawyer and a real estate agent so she was always spoiled rotten, taken care of, always told how beautiful and smart she was. hence why losing them is the most fucking detrimental shit to ever happen to her. she literally worhsips her parents. she’s wore mothers wedding dress to her own wedding. her uncle(dads brother) walked her down the aisle holding a framed photo of her dad. she almost refused to walk during her university graduation because her parents couldn’t be there, despite the years worth of hardwork and dedication she put into it.

#asks #hcs #creeped #jane the killer #jane everlasting #jane arkensaw #jane richardson #sweetart #omfg also thank you #your ask was so sweet #thank u so much tysm tysm tysm THANK YOU

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ghostherlig · 5 months

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some more random hcs!!

bc im going to be away from my pc for like a week and wont be able to write until i get back home :')

please enjoy some more poly earth champs 😌 (under the cut bc idk how long this is going to be- update: it's long :))

raiden picks up sayings and swears from each of his bfs- the first thing he picked up was kenshi's small curses in japanese, to which kenshi, when he first heard, gasped and asked "who taught you that?!?" before realizing raiden was repeating what kenshi had said a few (thousand 🙄✋️) times before

raiden also picks up johnny's internet lingo/slang and sometimes uses it- also picked up the "get in the bed" jokes from johnny (ie, "i'll show you (insert adjective here), get in the bed")

lao and raiden already talk like they're the same person, but raiden sometimes mimicks how lao says things- like tone, intonation, sometimes will even pitch his voice to match lao's

kung lao is a fiend when it comes to video games- has the most number of smash bros wins and wears that crown with pride (lao mains king dedede and kirby, johnny plays king k rool and bayonetta, raiden plays ice climbers and pikachu, and kenshi plays mr game n watch (theres a blind joke in there somewhere) and luigi)

kenshi actually really likes playing games- he's a very playful and coy person at heart and when he's comfortable his cheeky nature appears and always gets his bfs to laugh and swoon- he's also very funny when he's comfy

when johnny gets super comfy, he coos similar to a pigeon- it's always quiet and usually unintentional but whenever one of his bfs ctach the sound they melt- kenshi rumbles when he's comfy, almost like a purr before it trails into a sigh (and then a nap), lao stretches out and does this minute long sigh, and raiden grumbles before he fully settles

their coffee/tea preferences!! johnny needs his coffee, and he usually does it without syrups- just black coffee with extra espresso shots or a plain latte- johnny got lao into coffee but lao likes the fun syrups a lot and really loves when johnny makes him caramel macchiatos- raiden and kenshi are the resident tea drinkers 😌 raiden drinks mostly green tea since it's a nice boost for him in the morning, but kenshi has discovered london fogs and he cant go back- he saves his green teas for the afternoon or evening when he wants that lil boost

kenshi and johnny are both fantastic cooks, but raiden and lao can bake like no one's business- raiden really enjoys making bread and lao likes making cookies- often they can be found gossiping with sugar and butter beating in the stand mixer

kenshi will make ramen for his bfs during winter or when one of them is sick- it's his family's recipe and he's perfected it

johnny has the singing voice of someone on radio in the 40's and all of his bfs swoon whenever they catch him singing, especially when it's later in the evening and johnny is dancing in the kitchen to sinatra

raiden plays the kalimba!! he knows all sorts of songs from howl's moving castle to claire de lune and he usually plays in the afternoon- kenshi will always smile when he's drinking tea in the living room and hears the soft tinkling from upstairs

favorite sodas!! lao loves dr pepper- johnny is a coke drinker through and through, raiden likes sprite and ginger ale, and kenshi usually gets root beer or fruity sodas

the first time johnny took kenshi to a Mitsuwa the man was skeptical, but he found it had a lot of stuff he missed from home- johnny would've bought the whole store if it made kenshi happy

johnny begged madam bo for a few of her recipes (lao and raiden's favs) and he spent weeks with her near perfecting them before he cooked them for lao and raiden at home- they both cried (and so did johnny)

when kenshi is off around the world working with jax, lao will call him spontaneously just to fill him in, usually when johnny and raiden are napping or when he really misses kenshi- sometimes kenshi can hear how much lao misses him even though he doesnt say it :(( he always promises he'll be home soon and will blow a kiss through the phone

johnny has a huge walk in closet that he encourages his bfs to use also- johnny loves when any of his bfs "accidently" grab one of his shirts and wear it for a day- they all end up wearing each other's clothes anyway

raiden and lao are plant dads- they have a lucky bamboo plant in the kitchen and a few trees and a mint plant scattered through out the house- there's also eucalyptus in their giant shared bathroom which johnny cannot live without now that he has it

kenshi is the reason the other three love the smell of incense- kenshi used to burn some whenever he was really stressed (like once a week to a month) and he always smelled like incense- now his bfs will burn some when they miss him

johnny loves when his bfs sleepily talk to him in their native languages- he's picked up a bit from each of them and can make out a few sentences but really just loves how they sound-

johnny does math for fun (phd in quantum mechanics) and sometimes his bfs will find notes around the house of numbers and equations that mean nothing to them- but they keep a pile in a drawer somewhere bc they like johnny's loopy hand writing

johnny will slip into german when he's drunk- like full accent and everything- he's barely conversational in german sober though so when he watches videos of himself the next morning he has no idea what he's saying

kenshi hates bugs- like cant stand roaches or spiders- for the longest time johnny dealt with them for him when they lived together

lao makes fun of kenshi for jumping or getting anxious around spiders and roaches but he also gets jumpy and anxious around spiders and roaches

kenshi has his phone auto read texts and johnny will send awful texts when the house is in dead silence- like johnny will be upstairs or in the bathroom and kenshi will be in the kitchen or living room making food or relaxing and suddenly his phone will go off with nonsense or pick up lines over and over again and johnny is laughing somewhere in the house and kenshi is sighing trying not to laugh

raiden likes making mead at home- he's also dabbled in making beer and wine but he prefers mead bc he likes how simple the recipe is and how he can switch out the fruits depending on the season

johnny just doesnt like regular cows milk, so he always has a milk substitute available for himself- at first he was all about almond and oat milk but then he realized he could just use coconut milk and coconut cream for things.... he's a changed man

they all patch each other up after missions- usually it's a quiet affair and they all just soak up being home and safe together again, but other times it can be loud and boisterous or sometimes an argument will break out if someone was injured for a stupid reason (like when johnny broke a rib taking a hit for lao, or when raiden almost got thrown off of a cliff after taking on like five assailants at once)

johnny runs super hot, kenshi runs super cold, lao's thermoregulation is honestly impressive, and raiden says he's fine but his fingers and toes get cold hella fucking fast

despite lao being the one with the chakram hat, johnny's hands are the most scarred thanks to split knuckles, clumsy moments with sharp objects, his loose use of knife safety while cooking, and how often kenshi and him used to spar at wu shi

the only bf without a single tattoo on his skin is lao- kenshi has his body murals, johnny has a few small ones that can be covered by make up, and raiden has a small smiley face on his ass cheek after losing a bet to lao

when talking about his bfs to jax, kenshi never specifies until jax asks- so kenshi will go on and on about how one of his bfs has been getting into this new show, and jax will have to use context clues to be able to tell if it's johnny, raiden, or lao-

johnny plays with the press a bit by mentioning his bfs in passing but almost as if he's talking about one dude- it's a whole thing when he breaks that he's in a polycule

kenshi doesnt like being on camera, so often photos with kenshi are cropped or taken with his head/face/tattoos out of frame- the most kenshi interacts with fans is when johnny does short lives and kenshi will talk to them there while johnny reads the comments to him

raiden and lao always crash johnny's lives- lao and johnny will chat with ppl and raiden usually sits nearby but also doesnt love being on camera- so he's given his privacy unless he tells johnny otherwise

the four are well known at the closest ER- johnny is very clumsy and living with antique swords, a chakram hat, several super sharp kitchen knives, and a lot of glass antiques as well can lead to a lot injuries- the night nurse knows the four of them fairly well and johnny is always sure to send her little gifts during the holidays and on her birthday- she's like an honorary fifth member of their lil family

unless he's cooking, going out, or working out, raiden leaves his hair down- all three of his bfs love running their hands through it

johnny does skin care nights for his bfs- he pampers himself and all of them with face masks and special treatments, they make a night of it and order in and put some music on while they chill in comfy clothes and indulge in self care

kenshi is a master at massages- his bfs are always spoiled if they complain of back pain or sore muscles-

lao will make cookie dough if he cant sleep, and several times all three of his bfs have caught him up at 4 am leant over the counter mixing chocolate chips into cookie dough before shoving the bowl in the fridge and getting dragged back upstairs

kenshi smokes sometimes when he's stressed or needs to think smth over- johnny used to smoke and sometimes joins kenshi outside just for the smell, though johnny has stolen cigarettes before when he was a little too stressed with work

raiden and lao are always dragging johnny and kenshi away from work late at night- they both overwork themselves and it's always "one more thing" until it's 2 am and then raiden and lao go and drag them off to bed

lao has music going 24/7- it's impossible to catch him without an ear bud in (he listens to all sorts of music but johnny and kenshi introduced him to rap and dad rock and that's a good portion of his music)

lao also listens to a lot of hip hop and can be caught dancing around the house to whatever is playing

that's all i got for now- it's almost 2 am for me so now i must go to bed lmao, but i love polychamps so much 🥺💖

#johnshi #railao #johnny cage #kenshi takahashi #raiden #kung lao #mk1 #ghost's ouija board #johnrailaoshi

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hoodharlow · 11 months

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In Tune With You

AN: idk, I was rereading Jack and Miriam and got in the mood to write some 2021!Jack and Miriam hanging out in Louisville

Requested? Kinda, I sent @nattinatalia and @heavyhitterheaux some tiktoks and one of them had Jack and Miriam vibes lol

Warnings: Jack being a terrible flirt and sm*t

Word Count: 4.7k words

“Mom, you’re joking.” Jack laughed.

“Am I laughing?” Maggie said sternly.

“No.” he mumbled.

“Then obviously, I’m not joking. Miriam is a guest, and you will be respectful of that and sleep in your own bed.”

Miriam and Daisy were flying in from Atlanta and staying over for the Fourth of July weekend with Jack and his family. Jack invited her over since she wasn't visiting her family; Joseph was in Sydney filming, Miriam’s parents and grandparents were in Mexico for vacation and Katalina was in Europe for Men's Fashion Month. She didn't agree at first because she didn't want to take up space but Jack reassured her that it was okay for her to visit. He even facetimed Maggie to get her stamp of approval. So she agreed since she essentially had a week off from filming and didn't want to spend those few days alone in her brother's house.

Jack flew in from Vegas the night before and spent the whole morning helping his mom deep clean their house. He prepared his room for her, but his mom had other plans and fixed up the guest room, much to his dismay. He also bought some of her favorite foods and ordered Daisy's expensive dog food.

"Wasn't Miriam landing at eleven?" Clay asked.

"Yeah why?" Jack said.

"It's 11:07." His brother nodded at the digital clock on the stove.

"Fuck!"

Jack grabbed his keys and ran out of the house. He pulled out his house and saw a few messages from Miriam, letting him know she landed. He called her and propped up his phone so he could talk to her through the speaker.

"Hey." She answered after three rings.

"I'm so sorry. I was helping my mom set up your room and lost track of time. I'm ten minutes away." He said, changing lanes to get on the freeway.

"It's okay, I'm in one of the gift shops looking for some bowls for Daisy. I forgot to pack her bowls." She said.

"I'll call you again when I'm pulling up." He said.

"Okay, bye."

"Bye."

He hung up and sighed. Thankfully there wasn't that much traffic and he was able to arrive at the airport at the time he told her. He pulled up his hoodie and put on his Prada sunglasses. He got out and called her. He spotted her by one of the bushes outside near the loading lane. Daisy was the first to notice him. She tugged Miriam, almost knocking her down.

"Oh my god, Daisy, chill." Miriam mumbled.

Jack bent down and hugged Daisy. He scratched behind her ears how she liked then stood up. He pulled in Miriam for a hug. They stared at each other for a few seconds, but then pulled away. Jack looked behind her and only saw two small carry-ons and Daisy's crate on the baggage cart. She had on her backpack and her bag.

"That's all you have?" He asked, taking the cart so she wouldn't have to.

"Yeah, I mostly packed shorts and my undergarments. I planned on stealing some of your clothes too." Miriam shrugged, texting her parents to let them know she landed.

"What are you taking to the lakehouse?" He carefully placed her things in the trunk. He went to return the cart in one of the return sections.

"What do you mean?" She crossed her arms.

"Every year me and a few of my close friends rent out a lake house and spend the Fourth of July there." He said, holding the door open for her.

"And you're telling me this now?" Miriam frowned.

"I figured you'd over pack like you always do."

"I pack accordingly and when I 'overpack' it's so I have options for events and places I have to be at." She clarified. "You told me we were chilling at your parents' house and that's what I packed for. Not once did you mention the lake house or that we're staying with your friends."

"Let's go home and figure something out there." Jack mumbled.

Miriam suddenly felt overwhelmed. She didn't mind the lakehouse or that she was meeting Jack's friends. What annoyed her was that he never mentioned that those were their plans. She hated feeling unprepared for things.

They arrived at Jack's house. Miriam collected herself and plastered on a smile. Clay opened the door for her and hugged her, before helping Jack with her luggage. She went to great Jack's parents with Daisy. Their family dog came out and tentatively sniffed Daisy. The two dogs instantly became friends and chased each other in the front yard.

"Lunch is ready if you're hungry." Maggie told Miriam.

"Is it okay if I freshen up first?" She asked her.

"Of course, let me show you your room."

Miriam and Daisy followed her upstairs to a room next to a bathroom.

"Here's your room. The bathroom is the room over. Jack's room is across the hall and Clay's is next to his. Mine and Brian's room is downstairs. If you need anything don't hesitate and let me know. Okay?"

"Everything's good. Thank you." Miriam smiled.

"I'll leave you to it then." Maggie excused herself.

Miriam was about to close the door when Jack appeared in the doorway with her luggage.

"Can I come in?" He asked her.

"Yeah." She nodded.

He placed her carry-ons on the foot of the bed and sat on the edge of the bed. He wiped sweat off his hands. "I'm sorry for not telling you about the group hangout. It's a tradition with the gang and I wanted to include you because you mean a lot to me. You have every right to be upset with me and–"

"I'm not upset with you…well I was, but not anymore." Miriam cut him off. "I was mostly upset because I packed ugly clothes. Like I'm gonna look like Adam Sandler and Gustavo from Big Time Rush had a love child."

"That I can fix. I have a friend who works at a clothing store. If you want we can stop by after lunch." He said.

"I was gonna ask if there was Target but that works too. Thank you." She hugged his head. Since Jack was sitting, he hugged her thighs.

"It's the least I can do…I am sorry." He rested his head on her tummy.

"You should be. I, Miriam Dominguez-Miller, can't be out here looking like shit."

Miriam wasn't joking when she said she was going to look like Gustavo and Adam Sandler. After lunch she showered and changed into a cropped white beater and oversized green shorts . Thankfully they were enroute to the shop Jack's friend worked at.

Jack pulled to a parking spot and jogged over to Miriam's side to open her door.

They walked toward the store. Miriam was amazed at how people didn't give Jack a second glance. In LA and Atlanta someone always did a double take when he walked by them. Some had the decency to keep going about their day but others stopped and asked for pictures. She knew one of his pet peeves was people shoving their cameras in his face, so seeing him be normal was nice for a change.

Just as Jack stepped in front of her to open the door, a girl with braids locked the door and flipped the sign from open to closed.

"Diana, open the door." He tugged at the door handle. "I'm going to leave a bad yelp review and your mom is gonna get pissed."

"You're not fun." She said, unlocking the door. She smiled brightly at Miriam. "Hi, you must be the infamous Miriam. You know he never stops talking about you."

Miriam turned to Jack and gently nudged him with her shoulder. "You talk about me?"

Jack felt his cheeks warm up. He scratched the back of his neck and laughed it off. “We should hurry because my mom asked me to pick up dinner later.”

“Don’t rush me. It takes me a long time to look this good.” Miriam sassed him.

“If you say so, Adam Sandler.”

It took her a second to remember she looked like shit, but before she could react Jack was already on the other end of the store sitting on a bench with his friend. She went to one of the racks and began looking through the clothes. Before she knew it three hours had gone by and went through the store. She was only going to get a few swimsuits and some tops, but then she started making outfits in her head with every other item she saw. Her number one rule in shopping was if she could make three outfits for three distinct events then she would buy it. Jack met up with her while she waited in line to pay.

‘Bidi Bidi Bom Bom’ by Selena Quintanilla began to play through the speakers. Instantly Miriam bega singing to herself, but a few other people around heard her. When the song ended a few people clapped, making her feel shy.

“Did you know you could sing like her?” Jack asked her.

“I’ve been told I can imitate her, but I won’t say it myself because I don’t want her die hard fans to come for my ass.” she said. When she did the Elle Song Association video, a few viewers pointed it out but others were quick to shut it down.

“If they make a biopic of her you should audition,” he commented.

“They already made one.” She said,

“They did? When?” he asked incredulously.

“Are you kidding? JLo plays Selena. It’s what put her on the map.”

“Wow, I feel out of the loop.”

“We can watch it later. It’s on HBOMAX, but prepare to cry.”

“I don’t cry in movies, Miriam.”

Jack sat up abruptly, pointing at the tv. “She didn’t catch the rose.” A few seconds later the news reporter in the movie said that Selena was shot. “She was shot!?”

“Jack be quiet.” Maggie sniffled.

The whole house was quiet as the movie continued. Maggie, Clay, and Miriam were full on sobbing by the end.

"The ending always gets me." Maggie said, wiping her tears. "She was gone too soon."

"She was." Miriam agreed. She looked over to Jack, noticing him wipe his tears. "Are you crying?"

"Psh, no." He said, clearing his throat. "I ate some of your spicy twisty chips and the spice got to me."

"I haven't opened the bag." She said, shaking the bag to show it wasn't opened.

"I'm not ashamed to admit that I cried." Clay said, kissing ass.

"We're going to bed." Brian announced.

"Don't stay up too late. If you want to avoid traffic tomorrow, y'all are gonna have to leave early." Maggie said.

"Goodnight." Miriam bid them.

"Night darlin'." Jack's mom said.

"I think I'm going to bed too." Clay yawned.

"Goodnight Clay." Miriam said.

"If they're going to bed, maybe we should watch Spider-Man in my room?" Jack suggested.

"Wait, which one are y'all watching?" His younger brother asked, ignoring Jack's gestures to get out of room.

"The animated one with Miles Morales." Miriam answered.

"Can I join you? I haven't seen it in ages." Clay said, wedging himself in between Jack and Miriam, earning a glare from his older brother.

"Yeah, but I'm gonna take Daisy out real quick, don't start it without me." She said before whistling to Daisy to follow her out to the back yard.

Jack smacked Clay.

"What the fuck, dude." Clay shoved him back.

"Go to bed!" He whisper-yelled.

"No! I want to watch Spider-Man." He whispered back.

"I was this close to having Miriam join me in my room."

"Oh I'm telling my mom you were gonna undermine her." Clay got up.

"How much for you to keep your mouth shut and go to bed?" Jack asked, pulling up venmo.

"Let me watch Spider-Man."

"Yeah, no."

"MO-"

Jack clapped his hand over Clay's mouth. "Fine but you're sitting over there."

Clay rolled his eyes and sat on the other couch. Miriam and Daisy came back inside but they went upstairs. Minutes later Miriam came back alone dressed in a cropped white beater and silk pajama pants.

"Sorry, Daisy is very particular about her sleep." She said, cuddling up on Jack.

"Don't worry about it." He said, rubbing her arm.

The movie played. Within the first ten minutes Clay curled up on the couch and fell asleep. His light snores filled the living room. Jack glared at him. He knew Clay wasn't going to make it through the movie and that he cockblocked him on purpose.

"Should we wake him and send him to his room?" Miriam said.

"That's what he gets for wanting to stay up later than he's used to." He said.

Jack and Miriam were at the part where Gwen had to get her head shaved because Miles got his hand stuck on it when Jack shifted in his seat and placed his arm over Miriam's shoulder. His hand dangerously close to her breast. A few seconds passed and Jack moved his arm to the back of the couch, much to Miriam's dismay.

"I'm gonna get some water." She said, getting up.

She tripped over her slippers but Jack caught her by the hips before she fell over. She held onto his shoulders. Without thinking twice he pulled her to his lap. He grabbed the back of her neck, bringing her into a kiss. Miriam deepened the kiss and grabbed his free hand, slipping it under her top. Jack squeezed her breast, tugging her nipples how she liked. He groaned in her mouth as she slowly rocked her hips against the tent in his shorts.

Clay snorted in sleep, startling awake. Jack and Miriam pulled away from each other. "What did I miss?" He asked groggily.

"Not much, uh, I'm gonna go to bed." Miriam said, evidently flustered. She pushed her hair back and gave Jack a small smile.

Jack gave the same smile back. He didn't tear his eyes from her ass jiggle as she jogged upstairs. A throw pillow hit him in the face. He was ready to fight his younger brother.

Clay simply shook his head and reminded him that, "Mom said keep it in your pants."

***

Jack was going to murder whoever brought the karaoke machine. Nobody wanted to use it the first days the group was there, but something shifted and they all wanted to perform. Everyone took a turn. Miriam was the last to go, but she was three songs in. And it didn't help that the girls were encouraging her and asking for encores. Though that comforted Jack because his girl friends were very closed off and didn't make any additions to their group. To see them welcome Miriam with open arms meant a lot to him.

"Miriam put the karaoke mic down." Jack said through his teeth, getting on the makeshift stage, which was just the small platform in front of the fireplace, to get Miriam down.

Obviously she didn't listen. She continued her rendition of Glamorous by the iconic Fergie. "So if you ain't got no money, take yo' broke ass home. G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, yeah, G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S. We're flying first class up–"

Miriam didn't calculate how much room she needed and slipped. Luckily Jack had been hovering and caught her. He couldn't risk her getting more injuries. The first day she slipped on the dock and bruised her knee.

"Mic." He said, holding his hand out. Miriam rolled her eyes and passed it to him. He set it down on the binder with the catalog of songs.

"Boo!" Aleena yelled, throwing popcorn at Jack.

Mallory, Diana, and Priscilla followed suit and threw popcorn at him. They chanted Miriam's name, but Jack just glared at them to stop.

"I'm tired." Miriam mumbled, nuzzling her head in his chest.

"I bet you are. Did you even have breakfast?" He asked.

Miriam woke up late and didn't eat with the group but she swore she was going to eat something. Though now that Jack thought about it, she didn't pinky promise him. She just nodded and double fisted two mimosas.

"I had some of the mimosas Mallory and Priscilla made." She said resting her chin on his chest to look up at him.

"So the only thing in your stomach is champagne and three drops of juice.” he sighed. It was well past noon and she should eat something.

"No silly, I also had some palomas." she giggled.

Jack rolled his eyes at her comment. He steered her to the kitchen and sat her on one of the chairs. He didn’t trust her sitting high up on a stool. He grabbed a bag of the frozen yakisoba and popped it in the microwave. After three minutes, the noodles were ready. He poured the contents on a bowl and cut a lime in half. He placed the food in front of Miriam and sat next to her.

Miriam wiggled her fingers toward the bottle of sriracha that was out of her reach. Jack handed it to her and squeezed the generous amount onto her noodles. She began eating, quietly singing ‘Heavy Hitter’ to herself. Once she was done eating, Jack washed her dishes and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge.

They finally made their way upstairs to their room. Miriam went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth. She untied her Doc Martens and settled in the large bed. She huffed. The room was really hot and she could only sleep if the room was as cold as Antarctica. Luckily there was a ceiling fan. She tried to stand up, but she lost her balance. Fortunately for her, Jack was there and caught her.

"Bro, what the hell are you doing?" He said, setting her down on the bed.

"I'm hot." She whined.

Whenever Miriam has a few drinks in her system. She either got whiny and cried when things didn't go her way. Or she'd get horny and want to dry hump Jack. The latter usually ended with her getting whiny and crying because didn't get her way. Jack didn't want to deal with either version of her so he catered to her every need.

"That's easy to fix." He reached for the pull switch on the ceiling fan and pulled it twice. "Is that good?"

Miriam nodded. She grabbed the blanket bought at Target the other day and covered herself. Jack set a timer on her phone and put it to charge. He was about to exit the room when Miriam sat up.

"Wait, where are you going?" She asked.

"I'm gonna leave you to rest." He said.

"Can you stay with me? But really stay, not stay until I fall asleep." She pleaded quietly.

"Fine." He gave in.

He kicked off his shoes and got under the blanket with her. Miriam wedged leg in between Jack's legs and hugged his stomach. She rested her head on his chest. Jack began to play with her hair until they dozed off. Not even five minutes Miriam woke up annoyed.

"Miriam, I fucking swear if you're sneaking out…" Jack grumbled.

She didn't answer. She sat up and undid her bikini top. It was digging into her sides and annoying her. The whole time they'd been at the lake house Miriam only wore bikini tops, except when she went to bed, she wore one of Jack's t-shirts. While she was at it, she took off the denim short shorts she wore, only staying in her bikini bottoms. She settled back in the same position she was in.

Jack rubbed her back, but pulled himself away when he felt her bare skin against his fingertips.

"Bro why are you naked?" He asked in a panicked tone.

"I'm not naked, I still have my bottoms." Miriam clarified.

"Let me get you a shirt." Jack said.

"No, I wanna sleep like this." She pouted. "Come back to sleep."

"I'm not sleeping with you when you're topless." He argued.

"It's not like you haven't seen my chichis before."

"That's besides the point. Miriam, you're drunk."

She teared up. "Why won't you sleep with me? I just wanna sleep."

"Will you put on a shirt?" He asked her in a stern tone.

"Yeah." She sniffled, wiping her tears.

Jack grabbed one of his shirts and tossed it to her. She put it on and moved so Jack could settle back where he was. Miriam laid back on him. She reached for his hand and intertwined it with hers before finally dozing off.

Later in the evening Jack and Miriam rejoined the group in their dock. They had several chairs and blankets set up so they could watch the fireworks. They brought out a few coolers filled with drinks and snacks. They also had some of the leftover pizza from dinner. It was now nighttime.

Miriam pulled out her phone to check the time. She bought some medicine for Daisy to take so the fireworks wouldn’t scare her. But she had to time it so the pill could take effect when the fireworks went off. She saw the time and it was the window she had to give Daisy the medicine. She got up from the blankets and dusted herself off. Daisy was in one of the lawn chairs cuddled up with Jack.

“Hey I have to take her so she can take her m-e-d-i-c-i-n-e.” she told Jack.

“I’ll go with you.” he said, getting up effortlessly with Daisy still in his arms.

Miriam grabbed a slice of pizza from the table and followed Jack back to the house. She rushed to their room and grabbed Daisy’s medicine. She also bought her a snood to cover Daisy’s ears for extra precaution. She reached the kitchen and took out a pill while Jack distracted Daisy with her rope toy. Miriam tucked the pill in the pizza crust. She tossed it to Daisy who caught it without thinking. Before she realized that ingested medicine, Miriam tossed her a few pieces of pizza.

“Did you give her the medicine?” Jack asked.

“Yeah, I’m going to stay for a bit and make sure it does take effect.” she said, rubbing Daisy’s belly.

“I’ll stay with y’all.”

“No, go back with your friends. We’ll be fine.” she reassured him.

“I’ll stay that way so you won’t walk over alone.”

“Bro–”

“I’m staying and that’s final.”

Miriam rolled her eyes and picked up Daisy, but Jack took her from her arms and carried her upstairs with her trailing behind them. Jack set Daisy down on her bed. She reached for her octopus stuffed animal that Jack gave her after their first meeting and cuddled with it.

Jack didn’t plan for it to get too cold in the evening. He wore a button up short sleeve with matching shorts. He decided to change into a tracksuit. But he was struggling with the buttons on his shirt.

“What are you doing?” Miriam asked, getting up from the floor.

“These fucking buttons.” he mumbled, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Aver.” she stood in between his legs.

She unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. Letting her body take the reins, she straddled Jack’s lap. She cupped his face and pulled him in for a deep kiss. One of Jack’s hands held onto the back of her head whilst the other wrapped around her waist.

“We can’t have sex.” was the first thing that came out of Jack’s mouth.

“Oh.” Miriam got out of his lap embarrassed. “I’m so sorry. I assumed and–”

“I meant here. We can’t have sex here.” he explained. “I don’t want our first time to be quickie before we head out to see the fireworks with your dog snoring next to us.”

“But can we still get frisky? Because I swear if you don’t play with my nipples or my pu–”

“You’re so demanding you know that?” He cut her off, helping Miriam out of her dress, leaving her in her green plaid bikini, and dropped to his knees.

“Wait, can you take a picture of me?” she asked. “I forgot to get a picture of me in this one.”

“Fine,” he said enthusiastically.

Miriam grabbed her phone from the night stand and handed it to him. She leaned against the small vanity. Jack took a few pictures of her then handed her her phone back. She looked through them. They weren’t the best quality, but she still appreciated the effort.

“Okay, I’m ready,” she said, jumping onto the bed.

Jack didn’t waste any time. He was on her like his life depended on her. Without pulling away from their kiss, he undid the straps of her bikini, tossing it on the ground. He pulled away from her lips and kissed down to her chest. He tweaked one of her nipples while he nipped and sucked her other breast. Satisfied with the love bites on her chest, he captured her lips once more.

After another heated make out session, Jack finally kissed his way down to Miriam’s thighs. He laid on his, pressing one of her legs down to keep her in place. He rubbed her clit, making her a whimpering mess.

“Jack, I fucking–fuck!” she moaned out as Jack dove in between her thighs.

He wiggled his tongue at her entrance. He moaned out at her taste as continued to eat her out. Minutes passed when he finally slid his middle and ring finger in her. She gasped at his touch. Her hands tangled in his hair pulling it for relief.

“Fuck!” She moaned out. He sped up his fingers then he slipped them out of her and rubbed her clit, quickly bringing her to her climax. She repeated his name over and over as she came.

After Jack cleaned up her release, he kissed up her stomach and gave her a peck on the lips before laying next to her. Miriam rolled to her side and lazily made out with Jack. While still making out with him, she undid his shorts and slipped her hand inside his boxers. She pulled out his cock. She slipped her hands in between her thighs and rubbed her hand on some of her arousal to use as some sort of lube while she jacked Jack off.

He was putty in her hand. Whining and grunting her mouth while she slowly continued to stroke his length. She ran her thumb over his tip then squeezed it as some of his pre-cum leaked onto her hand.

“Want me to finish you off in my mouth?” Miriam asked softly.

“Yes, please.” Jack groaned.

“Miralo, todo polite and shit.” she giggled as she situated herself in between his legs.

She spit on his length and slowly jerked him off with both hands. Then Miriam slipped him as far as she could take him. He let out an incoherent sound until she reached the back of her throat. She did it a few more times, egging him on. She pulled away, with a trail of saliva spilling from the corner of her mouth, and kissed down his length. Jack reached for one of her hands and placed on his knee, lovingly squeezing her hand. Miriam slowly bobbed her head up and down his length, getting her mouth used to him. She took him a little deeper each time.

One of his hands gripped the back of her head, keeping her in place as he thrusted into her mouth. Miriam let out soft moans. Her hands gripped his legs, nails digging into his thighs. She continued to stroke him as he came, taking all of his release.

Jack sat up and brushed her curls away from her face. He pulled her in for a kiss as a firework went off, startling them both.

“That’s our cue to go back.” Jack sighed.

“Or we can stay…” Miriam smiled innocently.

“Bro, I’m not fucking you.” he said, kissing her temple.

“You’re no fun.” she pouted.

“I promise you. It’ll be worth it. When I finally have you all to myself, I’m gonna take my time with you and make you mine.”

Miriam frowned. “Jack, you can’t tell me that and expect me not to get horny.”

•••

Jack via Instagram Stories on July 4th

@'mdm: indie day weekend

@'jackharlow: you're welcome for the last picture

-> @'mdm: it's blurry but tyyyy amiguchis 😌

-> @'jharlowfan: not amiguchis, he's hella friendzoned 😭

@'zendaya: 💚💚💚

@'cozane: 🎆

@'yungskylar: fucking G

@'die_ana: gorjussss

@'aleeeena: 💍

@'jackfan: why are Jack Harlow's friends commenting on her post 🧐

-> @'mdmxjh: she met them? maybe I'm reaching but the fireworks picture looks like one Jack posted on his ig story on the 4th of July and she posted that drink that's known in Kentucky? Maybe she was there too?

->@'mutual: well he commented that he took the last picture 😳

->@'mackshipper: the dress in the 4th slide looks like the one from a video one of Jack's friends posted from the lakehouse

->@'jackfan: what video?

->@'jhupdates: out of respect of Jack's friends and their privacy, I won't post it, but there's a video from a few days ago and Jack is hugging a girl wearing a dress like the one Miriam posted

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honeyhobi · 7 months

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Idea Time

Just me rambling / half writing about a modern avatar au

Tags: Kidnapping, mentioned child murder (no kids actually die though you'll see what I mean), mentioned actual murder, domesticity??? The Sully Family rock idk

BASICALLY what if Spider went missing as a child and Quaritch went to jail for it AND THEN SPIDER TURNED BACK UP AGAIN YEARS LATER??? Maybe I'll actually write this for real maybe I won't. Just felt like jotting it down is all.

The Sully Family is having a typical day on the weekend. Things are normal, the weather is nice, everyone is off work and school on Saturday. Neytiri and Neteyam are in the kitchen doing dishes after family breakfast. Tuk is in the living room watching morning cartoons, and Jake is pretending not to be as invested in them as he really is.

Kiri is also in the living room on her nintendo switch playing Stardew Valley. She's got earplugs in to block out the sound of Tuk's chattering and the cartoons on the tv screen. Lo'ak is at the dining table on his phone, repeatedly typing out and deleting a text message to his classmate Tsireya.

Hey?

Backspace backspace backspace

Good morning, Tsireya!

Did you want to go to the movies today maybe?

Backspace backspace backspace back—

Jake's phone rings and he excuses himself into the hall to answer it. Everyone barely pays attention to the phone call as Jake answers it. Why would they? It's a typical day.

Less than 5 minutes later Jake reenters the living room and calls for everyone to "fall in." His voice is strained, something in it grabbing even Lo'ak's attention immediately.

They all stop what they're doing and crowd into the living room. Neytiri wipes her hands dry on a towel and slings it over her shoulder as she stands in the entryway, Neteyam sits next to Kiri as she pauses her game. He mutes the television and pulls Tuk off the floor and into his lap. Lo'ak sits carefully in the recliner, looking at his dad's face which has paled significantly.

Jake is gripping the armrests of his wheelchair tightly. The phone call must have been bad news. Maybe another military buddy died? Maybe the school called to tell him about Lo'ak's frequent tardiness which is totally not his fault by the way—

What Jake says next sends the world dropping out from underneath everyone's feet.

"They found Spider. He's alive."

Spider. As in Spider Socorro? None of them have heard that name in....well in probably a decade, when the boy first disappeared. An image of the smiling six year old boy from across the street flutters up from the recesses of Lo'ak's mind.

Spider had been presumed dead for years. His dad, Miles Quaritch, has been in prison for the past decade for killing his wife and son one night. The Sully Family were at Disneyland at the time, and while he hides it well, Jake still blames himself a little for not being there. If he had been, maybe he'd have heard something. Maybe he'd have been able to intervene, or see where Quaritch ran off to with the boy.

Quaritch has held onto his innocence every day since. All the way through the trial he insisted that he didn't kill his wife, someone broke in and knocked him out. Yes it was his gun, yes it was his prints, yes it was Paz's blood on his hands when the police showed up after a neighbor called 9-1-1. But if you had woken up to your wife bleeding out right next to you and your son gone, wouldn't you try to put pressure on the wound, too?

Even when Paz's mother begged during the trial for Quaritch to tell them all what he did to her grandson, where he buried the poor boy's body, he wouldn’t budge.

"If I knew where he was I would be the first one at the scene. I didn’t kill him."

But there were no other leads. No other suspects. Quaritch had no alibi or evidence to support his claims.

Lo'ak had been much too small to understand what really happened. He went to Paz and Spider's funeral but barely remembers it, at the time he just knew that his friend across the street wasn't going to be around anymore. Not until he got to middle school and did some research himself did he actually get the situation in its entirety.

And now, everything is changing. They found Spider, somewhere, somehow. Quaritch might very well have been an innocent man this whole time. Jake hasn't gone into detail just yet.

Neteyam asks, "What happened?"

Jake sighs heavily, runs a hand over his head. "That was Norm on the phone."

Norm, their old family friend who works in the police station as a CSI. He was one of the people that analyzed the evidence at the crime scene, he helped put Quaritch away.

"He says that an officer was doing his rounds last night and saw a kid walking aimlessly down the road. When he stopped him, the kid identified himself as Miles Socorro."

"Could he be lying, though?" Lo'ak wonders aloud.

Jake shakes his head. "The fingerprints match from the school database."

Lo'ak remembers vaguely the school-wide event years ago when all the students got their fingerprints taken. He still has the ID card he got from it, buried somewhere in his memories box underneath his bed. The event was for the Child Seeker's Program, developed to protect kids in the district in case they ever went missing.

So much help it had been for Spider.

But here he was, a decade later, showing up with the police. There’s got to be more to the story that dad isn't telling them, or maybe Jake doesn't yet know the details himself. What started off as a normal Saturday has been flipped onto its head.

That leaves them all to ponder the same question. What happens now?

#Spider absolutely offed his kidnapper btw #avatar the way of water #fanfic idea #miles spider socorro #miles quaritch #lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan #kiri te suli kìreysì'ite #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #tuktirey te suli neytiri'ite #neytiri te tskaha mo'at'ite #jake sully #my writing

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madrabit · 2 months

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Hello! You are the resident queen of Bo(Jan) so can I please request 22 for them ? :)

Oh god, idk if I deserve that title, but I 100% accept and appreciate it! 🥹 and ofc you can request that! I'm sorry it's taken me so long, tho. I promise I'm still writing the prompts, so everyone who sent me one will get it! And feel free to send me more!

Send me a ship and a number and I'll write you a kiss 🩷✨️

22. ... in a rush of adrenaline

Bojan always liked football.

He loved watching it, even played for a club as a child and was sad when he had to stop. Football made him feel excited. He could loose himself in a game, could feel like a little kid again as the players sprinted over the field, so close to scoring goals. It made him think about his own time playing. He was part of the little league, nothing exciting, just a bunch of under 12 year olds running after a ball, faceplanting the grass more often than they actually managed to kick or score a goal. But for him it had been everything.

The first time he really felt the rush of adrenaline was as he ran towards the goal, no one in his way. He had scored with ease, the goalkeeper not able to hold the ball, even if he hadn't been distracted by some relative calling for him. The cheering of not only his teammates but his parents, his father, made him feel so incredibly proud. The tingling feeling made his heart beat out of his chest, made him feel alive and his pulse was droning in his ears.

Over the years, the way how he got this feeling changed. During the winter of his thirteenth birthday he had taken up snowboarding, changing the kids ski for a snowboard, the rush he got from zooming down the mountain, his own capability the only thing preventing him from crashing was different to the feeling of playing football, but it was good. The following summer his parents had taken him and his sister to the sea and Bojan had finally gotten the chance to try surfing again, this time much more successful than the previous visits.

He had taken up more and more hobbies, his week stuffed with activities until a sudden timeshift in his Judo practice and him, Martin and Matic forming a band had put a stop to his little blooming soccer career. It was hard giving it up, but the thrill of being in stage, hearing the (albeit still rather small) crowd cheer, while he was singing his heart out and his friends were playing until their hands hurt, was the only thing better than chasing after a ball.

He had still sometimes played with his friends, kicking around a ball and when Bojan had randomly found a group of guys playing football on one of Nace's and his morning jogs through their little neighbourhood park in Highgate, he had been excited.

The guys had been quite accepting when he had approached them and it didn't take long for them to meet up semi regularly. Sometimes in the evening, other days just barely past noon. After the first few times, the others had joined in and soon the whole band had spent at least one day a week watching Bojan run after a ball to his hearts content. But not only that, sometimes his friends would join in as well, making him even more excited than just playing with a group of random strangers.

"Bojan!"

His head snapped into the direction of the voice calling his name. Jure was charging at him, followed closely by one of the guys playing on the different team, trying to take the ball away from the blond drummer without using an elbow or tripping him. The man, James, was persistent though, managing to take the ball and leaving Jure behind as he changed directions.

Bojan felt his pulse starting to pick up, blood rushing into his ear as he sprinted after James. It took a bit of work and about all of his skill to get the lead back, immediatelly turning in a sharp twist that almost made him loose his balance. Without hesitation, he made is way to the makeshift goal, dodging one of James's friends, Robert, who caught up with him unfairly easy, clearly having a very noticable height advantage, but Bojan kept the ball, firmly blocking every one of the tall man's attempts at getting it back.

A few more strides and Bojan would be close enough to take a shot, would be able to score and get the last point he and his band needed to win. Instead of a time limit, they had set a point goal, a much more achievable way of playing either multiple games in succession or have a longer, more drawn out match. That the team that lost the most games would be paying for the first few rounds at the pub they frequented after meeting at the park, was making things even more exciting.

Not that Bojan was really interested in that. The feeling alone made him giddy, the thrill of the game made his heart race in his chest in excitement and he could barely contain the sheer energy buzzing through him during.

Everything happened way too quick for Bojan to notice, his movements almost instinctive, muscle memory that he hadn't forgotten even if he hadn't been playing for a good while now.

He dodged another one of James's friends, a broad shouldered, tall man, ducking under the guy's arm to keep his momentum. And before anyone else could try to get in his way again, he took the shot, kicking the ball just right, the angle working perfectly.

Joy rushed through him as the goalkeeper couldn't catch, falling to the ground while the ball flew over him, untouched and unbothered in its path until it dropped to the ground and stopped moving.

Bojan let out a little happy scream, his eyes darting around the field and landing on Jan.

The dark haired guitarist was standing a few meters away, a big grin on his face and suddenly Bojan felt his heart speed up even more, could hear his blood rushing in his ear, his hands shaking. He was moving without realising it, running into Jan's direction.

Jan barely had enough time to react before Bojan jumped him, clinging to him as the shorter man wrapped his arms and legs around the slightly older like a vice. The speed with which Bojan had hit him almost made them topple over, would have made then fall to the ground, sprawled out on the slightly wet grass, but Jan managed to catch him, already prepared after having seen Bojan's excited face. Hands landed on the singer's ass to hold him up securely, even though Jan knew that the strong thighs wrapped around his waist were more than capable of holding him up on their own.

Bojan leaned forward, crashing their lips together in a heated kiss that the taller man very eagerly reciprocated. His lips parted as he felt Jan's tongue dart out, licking over his bottom lip and drawing a soft little moan out of Bojan. The sound got lost in the kiss and as he let a hand wander to Jan's hair, running his fingers through the soft, dark strands and messing up the little bun Jan had made earlier, the taller squeezed his butt.

"I scored", Bojan giggled as he pulled back a tiny bit, before he connected their lips again into another kiss, feeling Jan smile as well.

"You did, yes", Jan said softly, hoisting Bojan up a little more as he felt the smaller man slip a bit. Bojan gasped softly, his blood rushing through his body, heart skipping a beat, adrenaline still making him shake a bit. Even though Jan fondling his ass certainly added a lot. He tightened his legs around the guitarist's waist, pressing himself closer and was just about to deepen the kiss again, as someone called out to them.

"I wanna do another round, so stop eating face and let's play some more", James said, jogging over to get the ball and making his way with it over to then again, kicking the ball before him.

"You just don't want to admit defeat yet", Jure chirped as he snatched the ball from the British man, running away with it in the direction of the goal. James let out a surprised yelp, charging after Jure, who just quickly passed the ball to Nace.

"You better prepare to pay up later!", Kris, who had been lounging at the edge of the makeshift soccer pitch, said, then he got up and dusted off his pants, ready to join in this time.

Slowly, Jan let Bojan slide down, pressing a last little kiss to plush lips. The singer grinned at him, his body already buzzing with energy, ready to cjase after the ball again and Jan couldn't help but give him a little slap on the ass as the he turned to jog away.

Bojan laughed, his steps feeling lighter than before, and he was sure the next visit at the pub would be a rather cheap one.

#its a bit shorter this time #we all know Bojan loves football #did i make up ocs? yes i did #I hope you like it anon!#bo(jan)² #jan je bog #happy puppy #joker out fanfic #kiss prompts #send me a number and a ship and i'll answer!#I'm slow #im so sorry but i promise I'll write the prompts #life just sometimes has different plans #fuck it we put it in the main tags #bojan cvjetićanin #jan peteh #joker out

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the0ldmann · 2 years

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My brain refused to let me sleep for a whole goshdarn HOUR last night because it *really* wanted me to write this.

So I've spent the whole day off-n-on working on this. I tried to follow through with showing his more manipulative yandere side, but idk if I actually did all that well at it...

Enjoy this late-night sleepytime brain worm anyway! ^w^

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"Sunshine, I need you. To quit. Squirming." Jack spoke through grunts as he tried to wrestle their phone from them. His Sunspot was being very uncooperative and he just needed them to stop and listen.

"I know you want to listen, love. Please, just stop struggling and hand me the phone. I wouldn't be able to hold you down right now if you didn't really want me to take it from you. So please Sunshine, just hand-"

Their pouty face hurt his heart to see as he succeeded, but it was for the best he reminded himself.

"There we go!" He sighed. Letting go of them, he motioned for them to stay where they were as he proceed to get up and hide that little black object.

If it wasn't necessary for their work, he'd just break the stupid thing. One less distraction away from him. One less way for others to try and take them away...

"I know you're not happy about this, I know. But we need to talk. One on one- no distractions and no interruptions."

"I could have just turned it off."

"And no temptations." He stressed temptations as he sat down beside them on the couch. They sat up, rolling their eyes and crossing their arms.

"Alright," they said with a huff. "What is it that's so important you had to take my phone away?"

"You of course, and the fact that you," he put a hand on one of their arms before he continued, "have not been taking proper care of yourself!"

"Oh, pfft, is that all?"

Jack looked mildly frustrated.

"Must I make it clearer how serious I am?"

"Look, Jack, I know how you worry about me a lot, but I'm fine. Really!" They tried to pass off the slight cough that cut them off as intentional throat clearing.

"You've been overworking yourself to the point of making yourself sick, you hardly eat or sleep, and you only recently got over the cold a coworker gave you!"

"I never caught that cold-" A more noticeable coughing fit cut them off and Jack looked wholly unconvinced.

"My point exactly. If you keep going like you have been this past month, you're going to burn out and potentially have an accident. I can't sit idly by and watch you hurt yourself like this!"

Silence was all that met him as they looked away. He could tell they were starting to face the music- the fact that he is right.

"W-well, okay, maybe you are right. I haven't been able to spend much time with you lately either. But what am I supposed to do? The bills won't pay themselves..."

"First off, you've got more money than you think. Secondly, if you're willing, we can make a budget. I'll even help you stick to it."

"Helping me stick to things is one thing you are pretty good at."

"See? Look, you don't have to figure this stuff out alone. I know you stress about money a lot, but at least let me try to help you. It's the least I can do since I can't make money myself, yeah?"

They nodded. Accepting help from him in the form of housework, companionship, and daily reminders had been okay and quite natural to do even. What's one more thing? He was willingly offering to help them budget- something they weren't good at not freaking themselves out about. Jack's help could be the difference they needed in getting their finances- and their work life balance- under control.

"Yeah, I... I think I would like help with that, actually."

"Thank you for trusting me, Sunshine. I promise you, we're going to figure this out. Together. However the budget making can wait until tomorrow."

They quirked an eyebrow up at his words.

"Tomorrow? What are we doing now then? It's still only eleven in the morning. Am I getting my phone back?"

Jack couldn't help but chuckle at their confusion.

"Oh no, we're not doing anything today beyond making sure you get rest. Playing on your phone is not rest, so you'll be getting that back tomorrow."

"But-"

"No but about it! Besides, maybe I'd like to take care of you. Bundle you up in a blanket with a piping hot bowl of soup. Spend that time talking with you..."

They couldn't lie, that did sound nice. It'd been so long since they last got sick, it'd been awhile since they let anyone just take over for them.

"Can I make one request?"

"Is it about the phone?"

"Nope."

"Then go ahead!"

Something told them Jack wouldn't mind, but they still felt a little embarrassed asking anyway.

"Instead of a blanket, can I... can I wear your jacket?"

Jack smiled and ruffled their hair. He shrugged off the jacket and placed it around their shoulders.

"You look so cute in it Sunshine... Now sit tight and let me go get you that soup!"

#minors dni #two little drabbles? back to back?!#what kind of black magic fuckery is this!#normally it takes me forever to get an idea...#i also had another brain worm but that one was for an ORIGINAL project so it will not be posted here but holy hell i am full of-#-inspiration and idk if i should be happy or scared #sunny day jack #yandere #something's wrong with sunny day jack #sdj #swwsdj

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ionfusionpunk · 1 year

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hello, what’s this about awake craniotomies and clone chip removal? (I don’t follow you, I just saw your note in the reblogs and went “oooo this seems interesting!”)

Heyo! Of all the things I've commented on a post, I think this is exactly the one I expected to hear about the least lolol. I'm warning you, this is... a long post. It got away from me, I'm so sorry T-T (It's heckin long. I'm really sorry. I'll summarize at the top and you can read more beneath the break if you want.)

Long story short, I hyper fixated on this tiny little detail that really doesn't actually affect anything within the SW universe lmao.

TL;DR: The clones should be awake for their chip removal procedures with the exception of extenuating circumstances. Also, disclaimer, I'm not in the medical field, I just love research. If I get anything wrong, anyone is free to correct me :)

If you have any questions, please ask, I'm not very good at explaining things in way others understand at first. So it all makes sense to me, but you might not follow my leaps in logic 😅

Longer story: I was reading a fic this morning, and the clones involved got their chip removed. The text said something about 'waiting for them to wake up from the surgery', and it just kinda... idk, hit me that I have never ever read any fic where the clone doesn't have to wake up from being completely sedated for brain surgery.

Now, look. Write what you wanna write, like I said, it's not a big thing. But one of my neurodivergent quirks is that inaccuracy/misinformation/ignorance (willful or innocent) kinda bugs me? I like knowing that other people know things - know correct things. It brings me satisfaction and helps me sleep at night. So I kinda notice trends in what people seem to not/know.

My first thought when I realized the trend of complete sedation for brain surgery/chip removal led to me to draw two conclusions: a) As happens in fandom, most everyone just writes clones completely sedated for this procedure bc everyone else does. No biggie. It's easier, and again, doesn't really matter. b) Most everyone is working off misinformation pulled from inaccurate medical dramas and the assumptions made by the average fic writer. Again, not an issue. It's fiction. I just like... accuracy. So my brain took this and went ham.

Kay. So, there's this really cool thing about the brain that I'm starting to think isn't common knowledge? I'm kinda a nerd for weird medical things, and it's been a long time since my high school biology class where I first learned about this, so maybe it's just me. The brain doesn't have any pain receptors. None. Like, if you had just a living brain in the palm of your hand and you stabbed it or punched it or whatever, it wouldn't feel pain. Pressure maybe, since it still has touch receptors, but no pain whatsoever. The only pain receptors present around the vicinity of the brain are the ones around the brain.

This little fact led to a really cool and helpful medical advancement several years ago: this thing called awake craniotomies, or brain surgery where the patient is still conscious. The benefit is that it allows the surgical team to engage the patient and actively monitor cognitive function; this is a far step from waiting for the patient to wake up in order to determine if the surgeon done effed up and turned the patient into a vegetable - if they woke up at all, that is.

Originally this was practiced on epileptic patients bc, yanno, epilepsy. It's a really finicky condition, after all. Since then however we've managed to find other treatment options for epilepsy and other related conditions, so awake craniotomies (or conscious craniotomies as I call them, since it alliterates lol), so we've moved away from brain surgery there. Instead, awake craniotomies are now most often performed when removing or recessing a brain tumor. Again, it's a really finicky process, and the surgeon and their team really like being able to check on the patient during the whole process.

Before anyone freaks out about the pain receptors around the brain, there's an answer for that, too. A local anesthetic is used to completely numb the skull and scalp. Think of an epidural; it's the same idea.

Now, you may ask, how this all relates back to SW? Well, that's a great question lmaoooo. Now, in all of canon SW, there are only... seven (maybe eight) instances of a clone getting their chip removed. Tup, Fives, Rex, Hunter, Wrecker, Tech, and Omega (and Crosshair if his chip actually was removed like he said, I haven't watched TBBS2 yet). Actually, did Kix? I don't remember. Anyway.

I'm operating off the assumption that SW medical knowledge/tech is about equal to our own - i.e. that they still use many of the same procedures/practices/techniques for most things bar canonical exceptions. My friend in the server however pointed out that they weren't sure any clone medic could perform a complex brain surgery. Now, that's a fair point. The Kaminoans wouldn't care to teach the medics how to perform those surgeries on each other; they're products, they can be replaced, so what's the point?

But. Here are my counterpoints to that.

First. In the event of an emergency, it would only make sense that a clone medic be prepared to perform any sort of necessary procedure on a natborn officer or even their Jedi general/commander in the event they could not make it to a medical station or a proper surgeon in time. If there were natborn medics trained in complicated procedures and stationed on the ships, then there's always the chance there would be far more clone medics than them, and thus if they die, the clone medics would need to be able to step up in their place. So. Clone medics can probably perform brain surgery.

Second. With Fives, Rex, and CF99 (minus Crosshair), they remove their chips via surgical droid/machine. In fact, both Rex and CF99 do so on a GAR class ship. This shows that not only did the clones have access to the necessary technology, but it could also be easily operated. And not only that, but the only thing they needed was a program to locate and remove the chip. I think the importance of the program is that the machine itself can't perform a Level 5 Atomic Scan, so the program is needed to triangulate the position of the chip for the surgical machine itself.

Now. As to why an awake craniotomy is the way to go. Again, it allows the team to actively monitor cognitive function. Only in extenuating circumstances will the patient be completely sedated. This could be preference on the patient's part or due to certain circumstances.

Look at Tup, for example. His chip was rotting in his skull, and it's treated like a tumor (technically it is). Keeping him awake risked damage to himself and others. In light of this, it was safer for him to remain fully sedated. Additionally, he probably couldn't be revived completely either due to the already existent brain damage. This is an extenuating circumstance. Note however that there was still a qualified individual present for the surgery: the AZI droid maybe Nale Se, maybe Fives, I legit don't remember I'm so sorry). Now, there is another side to Tup's case: the Kaminoans. Nale Se wouldn't have cared for Tup's continued functionality; she only wanted his chip. She would have kept him sedated out of convenience, because the intent was always to have him decommissioned anyway.

Now for Fives. Fives learned about the chips. He had his removed. Who helped him? AZI. However, my theory here is that it isn't actually AZI performing the surgeries. I think he just... holds the programs for various surgeries and programs the surgical machine. We don't see anything of Fives' actual chip removal procedure, only the aftermath. I hypothesize that Fives was awake in the machine however, just properly anesthetized by AZI - who, as a medical assistant droid, would most likely be programmed as an anesthesiologist - and also observed by AZI. What I'm saying is that AZI probably was monitoring Fives' cognitive functions while he underwent an awake craniotomy to remove the chip in his head.

Rex. We know nothing about that procedure, just that it happened (unless we do, idk). Either another clone medic helped him and was there to monitor cognitive function, or Rex involved the help of another droid in order to be properly anesthetized for the process. Given the intense nature of the circumstances, he wouldn't have wanted to be fully sedated for the process in case he had to respond quickly to the chaos - which he did, leading ultimately to him and Ahsoka escaping with their lives. So, he wouldn't have been monitored (except maybe by a droid), but he definitely wouldn't have been fully sedated, either.

Then for CF99. For these procedures, we see Tech program the machine and then stand watch as they go in. They aren't sedated, with the technical exception of Wrecker (iirc, he was stunned unconscious). It's not just caution or paranoia that makes him observe, and not even just his knowledge of what's happening: it's procedure. He's there, as the only one who would know how to check, monitoring the cognitive function of his family.

Now, the conclusion, lol.

I mentioned my two hypotheses earlier about why fandom as a whole writes the clones being completely sedated. After going through all of this, I'm leaning more towards a simple abundance of misinformation. It's technically and tactically safer and more correct for the clones to be awake for their chip removals, and in fact seems to be subtly portrayed in canon (though it's really written in a way that can be interpreted either way).

The moral of this story is that TV medical dramas are shit and should never be taken at face value. Honestly. No one wakes up after CPR. They remain unconscious for a while. Defibrillation doesn't wake a person up, either. If you're hit hard enough to be knocked unconscious, you have a concussion. It takes seven minutes to kill a person by choking them, not seven seconds, but you can make them pass out in seven seconds if you apply pressure to the write spots on their neck in order to cut blood flow to the brain. Stuff like that. Oh, and yeah: awake craniotomies are a thing and are the safe way to remove a clone's chip.

#welcome to my ted talk #star wars #the clone wars #clone chip removal #awake craniotomies #info dump #meta #medical innaccuracies #fanfiction #misinformation #my interpretations of a very niche thing that everyone can absolutely ignore #asks #answers #asks and answers #asks are answered #now i'm rambling again oh stars please make me stop

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coloursflyaway · 9 days

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That's so sweet of you to even reply! Um now that you've put me on the spot 😂..honestly I'm a bit clueless 😅. I'm not very imaginative. I just really enjoy reading zowens and so far the few I've read from a couple of you guys have been reallyy good reads!

All I know is that may be something where it's mutual pining and Sami's lost all hope but it's actually not unrequited?? May be a bit of possessive Kevin thrown in? Idk 😭 is what I just said even classified as a prompt??

PS. I know you said you haven't watched wrestling in a while but did you happen to catch the zowens moments at wrestlemania at all! ? 😍😁

Hi!!

So, first of all, great prompt, fits them fantastic, loved it. I just ended up overdoing it by a little, I think, so now it's not really a prompt fill anymore, but a whole fic 😂 really didn't expect that because writing has been Hard lately, so thank you for that!!

Here's the AO3 link, but I'll include the text here too.

PS. I have mainly seen the gifsets of them, but they are!!! so!!!! I love them ♥

There is a brand-new, shining belt in his hands and Sami is aware that this should be the happiest moment in his life. It isn’t. He looks down at the silver plates, the leather strap, heavy and solid and everything he worked for, and he’s happy, of course, but in the back of his mind, he knows that it doesn’t compare to - Well. No matter. Some things you cannot have; Sami has learnt that years and years ago.

Kevin’s face is shining with joy about the match he won and the beers he has had to celebrate it, and Sami’s heart aches at the sight, fierce and wild and beautiful. “The next time”, Kevin mutters into the too-short distance between them, and when Kevin takes another deep swig of his drink, Sami knows that he will have forgotten the words the next morning, “the next time, we’ll tag and we will take all of them out. Jus’ you and me, we’ll fuck them up and send them back crying to their mothers. An’ then we’ll do it again, and again, and again, until we’ll get a shot a’ the titles and then we’ll take ‘em too. An’ we’ll be unstoppable.”

He’s beaming and leaning in and Sami feels himself swaying closer, cannot stop himself. Kevin is magnetic, always has been, and Sami sometimes wonders how long he’ll be able to stop himself from giving in to his pull.

There is a knock on the door of his dressing room, which finally pulls him out of his reverie. Sami takes a moment to compose himself before he answers, wiping silly fantasies from his mind that he has known to be useless for most of his life now like he would wipe tears from his eyes. He’s used to both, after all. “Come in!”

The door swings open, and he shouldn’t, but Sami knows who is behind it before he sees Kevin standing there. “Shouldn’t you be celebrating?”, Kevin asks instead of a greeting, stepping into the room like he owns it. In some way, Sami guesses, he does. “What makes you think that’s not what I am doing?”, he asks back, getting up, because knowing Kevin, he’ll be pulled into a hug within the next thirty seconds. Knowing himself, he won’t ever be able to turn down a chance to be close to Kevin.

His words draw a laugh from Kevin’s lips that Sami treasures, and just like Sami knew he would, Kevin wraps his arms around him the second Sami has stood up. The edges of his belt presses into his stomach painfully, but that is a small price to pay for the comfort of Kevin’s thick, warm arms around him, the faint tickle of Kevin’s beard against Sami’s neck.

“To start with”, Kevin begins to answer while still pressed against Sami, only slowly pulling back, “because you are in here and not out there, where you should be. Also, because I have known you for more than half my life and this isn’t your celebratory face.”

“Sounds good”, he replies easily, then adds, “only that we’ll have to wait a bit longer with doing that, I’m booked to tag with Quicksilver the next show. But after that…” He doesn’t expect more than a scoff – Kevin isn’t that fond of Quicksilver, but then again, he isn’t fond of a lot of people – but instead, Kevin’s face darkens, his brows furrowing and his eyes suddenly glistening in the dim light of the bar. It’s a look Sami half-recognises from the ring, because the intensity is almost the same, but there is something else mixed into it. Something dark, something dangerous, something alluring.

He’s right, of course he is, but Sami still tries for a few moments to come up with an excuse, before he finally nods. It wouldn’t make a difference, saying anything else, when Kevin knows him so well. “It’s nothing”, he adds, because he can see Kevin starting to worry within half a second. “Just a bit of nostalgia. Reminiscing about the old days, you know the drill.” “How old?”, Kevin asks and, thank God, the smile is back in his voice and his eyes and Sami wants to luxuriate in it, wants to stay here forever. In any moment with Kevin, really.

“Ring of Honor old”, he replies with a wry smile, because it almost feels like a confession; to be here, at the pinnacle of his career, and thinking about being young and dumb and so, so hopeful. Again, it makes Kevin laugh, makes him clasp a hand on the side of Sami’s shoulder; a point of contact that is so warm it would be enough to sustain him through a winter. “That is old.” “I know.” “Anything special? Or just the general beauty of horrible hotels, being sixty percent bruises and having to put me in bed after I drank my weight in shitty lager?”

There is something about old wounds, the way their pain becomes familiar, almost an old friend. Sami’s lips tingle, remembering, his heart aches, dull and yet fierce, but he smiles nonetheless, too used to the pain for it to feel disruptive.

“All of the above, I’d say.”

“Quicksilver?”, Kevin repeats, and even his voice is different, rough and full of something that Sami doesn’t understand, yet desperately wants to. “Yes. You know, silver and blue mask, used to hang around with Scorpio Sky?” “I know who he is”, Kevin replies, but his voice hasn’t changed. Maybe Sami missed a fight between them in the past? “Why are you tagging with him?”

Sami self-consciously pushes a hand through his hair; it’s becoming too long again. “Well, he asked and I didn’t see anything wrong with giving it a shot. He seems like a-” “You shouldn’t tag with anyone but me”, Kevin interrupts him, and suddenly Sami does recognise what is dripping from every word he speaks: hunger. “Fuck Quicksilver. Fuck all of them. They don’t have what we have. They never will.”

“Doesn’t sound very celebratory”, Kevin states, but there is humour in his voice. “How about tomorrow, after I win the United States Championship, we’ll do it properly? I don’t think I’ll be able to give you the customary three dozen bruises until then, but if you really miss it so much, I am sure we can find some terrible highway motel we can crash in. And as long as it’s better beer, I don’t mind drinking too much of it.”

It’s a joke, of course it is, and a sweet half-serious offer to relive a bit of a time Sami misses dearly on occasion, and yet it’s suddenly too much. Because he has a title in his hands, because out there, there are thousands who cheered for him, and yet, it isn’t the happiest moment in his life, not by far.

The familiar ache in his chest breaks open like the earth cracking in half to spew fire, and Sami knows that he cannot keep the pain from his face even before Kevin reacts. But react he does, worry suddenly clouding his gaze, the hand he still has on Sami’s shoulder gripping harder.

“Sami?”, he asks, and his voice is too much, his gaze, his concern, his friendship that has never been all Sami wanted. “Are you alright? Should I get a doctor?”

“I’m okay”, Sami manages to force out, but he doesn’t sound it, not even to himself. “Just. Don’t say that, Kevin. Not with the… the shitty hotels and the drinking.” It takes a moment to get a reaction, which Sami understands; he isn’t making sense, after all. But then, all of a sudden, Kevin’s expression crumples, his shoulders drop like a burden, half-forgotten, has been forced upon them once more.

“I’m sorry”, he mutters, fingers tightening reflexively around Sami’s shoulder before they fall away. “I never… the last time, when I got so drunk you had to take me to my room, you never told me what happened, even if I have an inkling… I don’t think I ever had the guts to say it, but I’m sorry. For whatever it is I did.”

“Kevin”, he breathes out, unsure, because surely this cannot be happening. Sami has been aware of his own feelings for years, but there is no way they could be requited. And yet, there is a glint in Kevin’s eyes that looks like yearning; and yet, Sami’s heart picks up its pace, spelling out in morse code: pleasepleasepleaseplease.

A moment of silence stretches between them, thick and viscous, then Kevin knocks back the rest of his beer, before crushing the can and dropping it on the floor. “Fuck it”, he mutters, and Sami wants to ask what he means, but before he can get the words out, Kevin reaches out, one hand on Sami’s hip, one on the side of his neck, and pulls him in. He tastes of gas station beer and stale chips and almost ten years of quiet, desperate, hopeless longing, and even before he manages to kiss back, Sami knows that this is the happiest he ever will be.

“What?”

Kevin isn’t looking at him anymore, but there is so much pain written in clear, horrible letters across his face that it washes away the ache in Sami’s chest; how could it matter, when Kevin is hurting right in front of him?

A wry laugh escapes Kevin’s lips, which might be the worst sound Sami has ever heard, but then he speaks, still not looking at Sami, and makes it worse. “I’m sure you remember it as well as I do, that one night when we were still in ROH. Before you started tagging with Quicksilver. When Chuck, I think, got all that horrible beer from the gas station around the corner and I just didn’t know when to stop. I never had the guts to ask what happened either, but you were so different afterwards, didn’t want to be touched, to be alone with me… and the scribbling on my arm… tell me if I’m wrong, but after some time I figured that I probably, you know. Kissed you. Which I shouldn’t have, of course. Against your will. So, don’t worry, I won’t do that again. Ever.”

“Did you sleep well?”, Sami asks the next morning when Kevin opens the door of his hotel room, looking dishevelled and hungover and utterly beautiful. For once, they had splurged on two hotel rooms instead of sharing one, and while Sami wishes he could have woken up next to Kevin, maybe even wrapped up in his arms, this, too, is wonderful.

He hands Kevin one of the coffees he picked up at a nearby café, idly wondering if this could become his thing now, treating his… his Kevin to coffee in the morning. After all, he usually is up far earlier than the other.

“Ugh”, Kevin replies, taking a gulp of coffee before even trying to form words, and it might be the most enchanting sound Sami has ever heard. “Think so. Can’t remember much. About sleeping or last night. Did you get into a fight, by the way?”

“What? No, no fights”, Sami replies distractedly, wondering if that means Kevin doesn’t remember their kiss, wondering if that means they will get to have two first kisses. Almost smiles at how much he will get to tease Kevin about it if he really has forgotten. All but plans to start the story of how they got together with this from now on: you know, I was in love with Kevin for almost a decade and he kisses me and then immediately forgets about it! Can you believe that?

“You sure?”, Kevin asks again between sips of coffee. “I know my handwriting is awful and drunk it’s even worse, and the letters are really smudged, but I wrote Don’t fuck with Sami on my arm last night.”

It takes a moment to sink in through the layers of happiness and imagined mornings and afternoons and evenings together, but eventually, Sami learns what it feels like to have the world end while not making a sound.

Sami recognises the pain on Kevin’s face; it’s the twin of his own, the one that has been with him for so long that it has found its permanent home at the bottom of his heart, with him in every moment he spends with Kevin, every one they are apart. It’s old and it’s weary and it’s familiar, and Sami should hate it, but.

But if his heart houses the other half of it, then that has to mean something.

And then Kevin says kissed, and for a moment, Sami thinks that he remembers, before realising that, no, he doesn’t, and somehow that is worse.

“You did”, he answers, and finally, Kevin looks at him again. His eyes are wide and terrified and still beautiful, and Sami hasn’t allowed himself to think it for a decade at least, but he loves him so much it is tearing him apart. “You kissed me that night. And then you didn’t remember it the next day, only had that writing on your arm and I thought you were trying to warn yourself not to do it again. But. Kevin. I kissed back.”

Kevin stumbles into his room, his lips still tingling with the last kiss Sami pressed onto them before closing the door behind him. Smiling so brightly Kevin thought he would burn up just looking at him, so happily that Kevin wanted to burn. Sami. The name alone is enough to make something within Kevin break open and pour out six or seven or eight years of pure love into the space between his ribs. He can’t explain why he had the courage to kiss Sami tonight, when he had sworn to himself he never would again and again and again, but now, knowing how Sami’s lips feel against his, how his hair feels between his fingers, his body pressed against Kevin’s, he thanks every divine entity he might believe in or not that he did.

Sami.

The alcohol is making his movements sluggish and sloppy, but Kevin manages to find a pen at the bottom of his backpack anyway, stored away for – maybe, hopefully – signing autographs after the show. He didn’t, but not even that matters anymore, because he needs it now for something much more important.

Don’t forget kiss with Sami, he writes on his arm, letters sloping and curling into each other, a smudge across half of it.

Not that he thinks there is much risk of doing so. After all, hadn’t Sami kissing him back been the happiest moment of his life?

There is no answer for several seconds, Kevin just staring at him like he has changed his life and hung the stars and the moon and the sun itself, and Sami is stuck in place until he isn’t anymore. Because the first time, years and years ago, Kevin had been brave enough to take the first step, and afterwards, Sami hadn’t dared to do the same. But maybe now is the time to return the favour.

Trembling, he picks up Kevin’s hands, which are warm and familiar, have caused as much hurt as they have healed, and puts them on his own body: one on his hip, the other on the side of his neck. And he steps closer, until he’s so close he can read the hopeful disbelief in Kevin’s eyes, can feel that the other’s breath has stopped.

“It was just like this”, Sami explains, and Kevin’s gaze drops to his lips, shoots up again as if he has to make sure that Sami wants this. “You didn’t want me to tag with Quicksilver. Or anyone else. You said that they could never have what we have, and you were right, and then you pulled me in and-”

Kevin kisses him.

He tastes like chewing gum and Red Bull and love, and Sami drinks him in until it feels like he is drowning, and even before he manages to kiss back, Sami knows that this, now truly, is the happiest he ever will be

#kevin owens #sami zayn #zowens #kevin steen #el generico #steenerico #wwe #wrestlemania

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wishful-soda · 1 year

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Hi hello hi

Bit of an announcement/update/word vomit thing. Sorry it's so long.

First; I'd like to apologize for dropping off the face of the Earth. I've received lots of asks/messages checking in on me & I promise I didn't ignore anyone on purpose, I genuinely couldn't tell you the last time I opened tumblr.

Okay so; I know most of you are aware this hasn't been the greatest year for me mental health wise. It's been the hardest year for my depression in a loooong time & that was with just every day life being life.

Welp, the universe or God or the grand pubah or whoever decided that wasn't enough & really socked it to me....I'm not sure if I've mentioned it, but I work in the mortgage industry. A large portion of my pay is bonus pay per file (as usual in this industry) & then I have a smaller base hourly pay. As of August, the bottom completely dropped out of the market when interest rates sky rocketed. My bonuses shrank to almost none.

Being as I had just closed on my very own house that I worked very hard to finally be able to purchase in June, this was not great. Cut to November & it had only gotten worse. Nearly everyone I worked with has been laid off . & then the death blow, they cut my hours to part time.

So a mixture of more work with less support in less hours & trying to figure out how to pay my bills sent me spiraling like big time. I've been a really shitty wife, friend, employee, daughter, etc for the past two months. I haven't had it in me.

I haven't logged on because I've felt so guilty for the lack of updates to SotD that I've felt like I didn't want to be on here. I felt like I couldn't come back without an update or a date for when the next update would be.

That, & the fact that I've not had much free time at all, I've been doing every side hustle I can come up with & applying for second jobs.

I'm genuinely so sorry you guys. I feel like I've totally failed all of you & I hate it. I do plan on coming back to SotD, but I honestly cannot tell you when & for that I am also so so sorry. I am just trying to stay alive right now & it's a struggle every day.

I know no one asked for this much info about my life and it's quite possibly too much, but I felt like I owed y'all more than 'Idk when I'll update again'.

I appreciate all of your messages & want to thank you so much for your concern & care about me. I know I have not responded yet, but I promise I've read every single one of them this morning. It means more than I have the capacity to express right now. Thank you for loving my writing & being literally the best online community/family I could ever ask for.

I'm so genuinely sorry.

I hope you are all doing well & hope to be able to get back to hanging out here, I really miss it.

Love y'all 💖

xx Soda

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turtlesaus · 9 months

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Leader Leonardo - TurtleDuck AU

(Most of the design choices were inspired form Pinterest, IDK who drew them cause literally noone cited their sources x-x) (Art Updated!)

I said that I would write more on each character, so here we are! I will be starting off strong with;

Leonardo Hamato

Nicknames: Leon, Nardo, Leader Lero Race/Species: Turtle Mutant/Yokai Age: XXX (Changes though time lol) Height: XXX (Same as age) Gender/Pronouns: He/Him/They Job: Eldest Child/Leader/Medic

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Personality

Leonardo's personality, and really whole existance, is probably the most different thing in the whole AU. Unlike his cannon counterpart, in this AU Leonardo has been the Leader from childhood. After a random comment from their father pointing out the fact that he was the eldest, he's taken his role very seriously.

After a particularly bad day, he wrote out a list of what he didn't want to experience, how he wanted to be treated, and how he wished others treated him, they applied it to his leadership style.

This created a very present, informative, flexable, ideal leader, shaped around what his brothers would need in their lives. Using that style, he has lead his brothers until this day.

Outside of his role as Leader, Leo is also the Team Medic. Because Donnie couldn't handle the textures, Raph's anxiety was too high, and Mikey's ADHD made it hard for him to learn the fine parts, Leo stood forwards and learned as much as possible, so his brothers would be safe.

When he's not the medic or the leader, Leo loves to cook, and is the main chef in the household. (I know that cannonically its Mikey, but when we get to him, you'll see why I did this)

He's a tea person, and takes naps on his off days. He's his brother's main trainer, so he is proficient in many different weapons and styles, as well as his brothers different learning styles. He keeps a notebook filled with every fact possibble about his loved ones, so he can remember exactly what they like and dislike.

Since childhood he's become sore and achey, nothing severe, most days, but enough that he already act like a dad when he stands up. In the opposite of that fact, he is extremely agile, and stretches every morning and evening.

He meditates during training as well, and was the first to unlock his ninpo powers.

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Power(s)

As mentioned, Leo was the first to activate his Ninpo. After that, he made sure to completely master his skills before teaching his brothers, that way he could know exactly what to expect before teaching them.

His skill is still primarily portals, but instead of needing the sword, he first learned how to portal without them, then found using a weapon made it easier to focus his power. He is able to teleport without any focus item, but it takes a lot out of him, and he can only do it about two or three times before he's completely exhausted.

His primary weapon/focus items are twin Katana's, unlike his cannon version, but he is proficient in most of his sibling's weapons and a whole manner of fighting style and jutsu's, as he was his family's trainer, and it was neccesary.

I'm not going to say all the new developments that are coming in the future, but once I post those chapters, i'll add them in here.

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Backstory

After splinter escaped, he went to attack who he thought was the mastermind of these 'evil mutated monsters' (He wasn't the most wonderful man, and he was very xenophobic). In the process, he got mutated, along with Leo and his brothers. Directly after they were mutated, the lab exploded, and Draxum was unable to save any of them, believing them to of all died.

After he dragged the turtle children and himself down into the sewers, Splinter attempted to make the best of his situation, and built a small shelter where the now-lair is, but soon fell into a deep deppression, leaving the turtle-tots to fend for themselves.

In the sudden absence of a parental figure, Leo stood forwards as the eldest child, single handedly taking caring of his brothers and his father, and continued to build the swers into a comfortable place for his family.

He soon began climbing to the surface to get food and other neccesary household items, qickly adapting to the surface. At some point he discovered the HIDDEN WORLD and began using that as a main source of food and items. Because the Hidden World uses mostly a trade-based lifestyle, Leo and his brother's began growing veggies and produce in one of the sewer chambers, thanks to Donnie's tech-genius, and began trading them for other food and items.

With sudden access to books and knowledge, Leo began soaking in info like a sponge, deciding to teach himself and his brothers ninjutsu after a particularly vivid dream (cough cough hamato clan cough cough). He quickly learned, then began teaching his brothers their own speficic weapons and skills, the Hamato Ninpo Skills coming soo after.On top of the ninjutsu, he also learned and taught his family different Japanese traditions, manners, and other things, as well as the Japanese language.

When Leo was 9 he met a boy named Casey Jones who had been kicked out of his house for the day (Casey's Father was a particularly abusive and neglective person) and Leo decided to take him home. After that, Casey almost always stays with the boys, instead of going home.

When Leo was 10 he met a girl named April O'Neil, who had an awesome mother (thank you very much) and quickly she adopted the Hamato's into her family. Claire, April's badass single mother, had seen crazier, and also adopted the adorable (abandoned) children into her extended family. In crisis, the boys go to Mrs. O'Neil's.

When Leo was 14, he ran into Draxum and Big Mama, whom both were estatic to know that their joint effort of trying to understand how Yokai happened was in fact, still alive.

Both oathed that they wished no harm, and would be there to back the kids up if needed. Behind the scenes the two fight over custody, but Leo has told them that they are perfectly fine by themselves, and woud rather not be officially adopted. They still try though.

At 15 Leo was gifted a dream of the Hamato clan backstory and goal, and thus learned of the shredder's existance, as well as the foot clan. After that ordeal, they boys have been activley tracking them down, and trying to find a way to end the Foot clan/Shredder's reign.

Also Leo was accepted as the new Hamato Clan Head, after the souls of the clan decided that Splinter was no longer fit to be the head.

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Family Dynamics

Leo & Donnie

Leo and Donnie are twins, and Donnie reluctanly accepts the fact. The two are the eldest, but are able to act like kids around each other. Donnie would be considered Leo's closest corespondant, and is the second-in-command.

Leo & Raph

Raph has some serious anxiety, and has trouble understanding big thought processes and plan, but Leo has always slowed down and simplified it for him. Because of the support he's gottne from Leo, Raph is very dependant on him to help him understand some things.

Leo & Mikey

Mikey had the hyperactive side of ADHD, and has trouble sitting still to do anything, eg cooking; he is very fast and haphazard, and usually it turns out good, but it usually can never be created again because he guestimates his measurements. Leo patiently teaches him things, even if he forgets the smaller details, and helps him focus of things he's passionate about.

Leo & Casey

Casey's dad sucks, and Leo really became that missing father figure/big brother figure in his life.

Leo & April

April and Leo are pretty close (She and Donnie are more linked) and is usually the 'Leeeroy Jeeeenkinszz!!' one of the three eldest children. Her badass-instictual style is a perfect pari for Leo's Badass-i-got-the-squills style.

To Be Added (Mirai and Cassandra)

Sorry for posting all character stuff and no chapters, im trying to get my writing juices flowing T-T

#rottmnt leo #rottmnt #riseofthetmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #my au #my au stuff #leonardo hamato #character design #character art #leonardo #leo #leader leo

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bisluthq · 2 months

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I think people also don't know or ignore how creative writing works. As someone who writes poetry as a way to get my feelings out, I'll be the first to tell you artists or creative people in general are all a bit crazy, a bit dramatic. Like we have big feelings and can be a bit dramatic about them. The feeling a song conveys doesn't have to be a super long drawn feeling ykim? Sometimes things aren't good in that moment and a song is a portrait of that moment that we need it to framed.

I wrote so many poems full on ugly crying and it makes you feel so much better after you get that feeling out. And after you get that out of you, you're able to think clearer and actually be like you know what maybe things aren't as bad as they seemed when I wrote this. You know what, I actually think if we do this or that this could be fixed.

Obviously I don't know their situation, but unlike swifties who think Taylor was held at gunpoint to make her stay more than a year absolutely unhappy, I think that whatever was going on she ended up by thinking they could still solve the situation. And for a while they probably did. If the problem was lack of attention or him being away from work, it seems like in 2022 they actually tried to spend more time together. He was just doing promo and not really being away for a long time.

And then for whatever reason things crashed again. Either because the og issues were just swept under the rug and not solved or something new came up

is it lack of understanding the creative process or a lack of life experience? I mean the former often strikes me as true with Swifties insisting all songs are play by plays and hyperrealistic and like almost form a storyline. They don’t lol even where they are truthful like I can all but guarantee when Taylor agreed to go out with lmfao Hiddles she wasn’t thinking he’s her getaway car - that’s how she came to think about it when it crashed and burned as fast as it did but like obviously that wasn’t her starting point?? Because she’s not insane?? But like that’s how she thought about it on reflection lol. Or taking songs like IWYW or Wildest Dreams or Stay Stay Stay or half of folkmore which she’s said are fantasies and/or very clearly are fantasies and plainly not believing her. That’s a lack of understanding the creative process.

a lot of how Swifties talk about her relationships - and especially this one with Joe - speaks to me to a lack of life experience (not meaning this negatively necessarily). My friend who set me up (in a roundabout way) with my bf is very regularly very miserable with her partner. In part because he doesn’t want to get married anymore. In part because he’s bad at communication. In part because they have different things that they enjoy tbh. In part because he makes decisions without talking to her. In part because he doesn’t get like set crew schedules and gets very annoyed with how her work life is structured. In part because he gets quite jealous idk. She tells me this stuff regularly but they stay together and they do have plenty of fun together - I’ve seen them having fun together with my own eyeballs and also she tells me tbh like they are clearly not happy every day but they’re also clearly not about to break up rn (my bf and I love both of them but we do think they will eventually) and idk guys lots of people are in similar situations? I’ve been in situations I stayed in because it didn’t suck every day? Every divorcing couple ever has stayed in stuff past the point of knowing it’s fucked? Like idk that’s part of life???? People don’t break up one morning just because like they realized yesterday they felt shit because there’s a good chance that morning you make coffee together and have a laugh about something and you just… stay. And you hope tomorrow is good again. And then when it isn’t and maybe it sucks then eh you hope for tomorrow all over again.

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p-artsypants · 4 months

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Blurb #37

It kind of scares me that I think I'll be able to get to 70. Why do I have this many unfinished fics? And why are so many of them almost finished????

I'm going to try to share 70 blurbs from my WIPs and unfinished fics to celebrate reaching 70 posted fics! To help with this endeavor, please feel free to send me a word or a fandom you know I write for, and I'll share the blurb. IDK if I'll get 70 prompts, but let's try it! Send as many as you want!

Down on the path, Starfire was listening in curiosity as she walked. There was a string of words, seeming gritted out in pain, but in a language she'd never heard. It grew louder as a new emotion came into view.

"Rassenfussel bubblegum gordenyol frankincense farfetnuggen enchilada fretenhausstickle fifer!!" Seething, he took the wrench that he had been tightening a bolt with and repeatedly wailed on the machinery.

"Excuse me?" Starfire asked carefully.

"WAHYOUWANT?!?" The tone that he used reminded her of the owner of the Chinese restaurant they went to on occasion. He wore a white T-shirt stained with oil. His hair was gelled to spike, as usual, and he wore steel toed boots over his black skinny jeans. When the emotion saw who it was, his anger decreased. "Oh, it's you." He went back to work. "What are you doing here?"

His tone made her nervous. "Well, it began when I decided to take my morning routine shower. As I was lathering my hair for the first time, the water went off. This has happened many times before..."

"Wrap it up."

"...RobinletmeusehisshowerandIwentintohismirrortolookformoisturizerbecauseIforgotmyownbuttherewasaportalinthesurfaceofsaidmirrorcreatedbyRaven'srogueemotionanditlandedmehereinRobin'scranitumandnowImustmeetwithallofhisemotionsandrecievesomethingfromthembeforeIcouldleavethefirstwasknowledgeandnowIamtalkingtoyou..." She heaved as she made the story out in all one breath.

He looked slightly impressed. "Well, I'm Irritation and Frustration. Nice to meet you." He nodded.

"If you do not mind me asking, what are you doing?"

"Trying to fix this doggone piece of crap!" He kicked the metal and answered Star's internal question about his boots. "It's his rational thought processor, and it breaks down when ever he thinks of you!!"

She blushed. "Does it break down often?" She asked slyly.

"Oh no you don't! You're not gettin' anything out of me! Now scram! Go bother someone else!"

"Would you not like some help?"

"Help? Bah! I don't need any help!"

"Please, I am most helpful to Cyborg when repairing his 'baby', I am quite smart...as you very well should know." She said a bit firmly.

"I know! Gosh! I just don't want any help!"

"But maybe it will help your frustration..."

"Ya know what?! Fine! Here! Have at it!" He slapped the wrench into her hand and took a seat on a nearby rock.

The machine was huge, pretty intimidating as well. Floating a little, she examined the contraption as it coughed and sputtered. Looking at it, the thing looked like a giant generator. She smiled.

Now she knew what she was doing. She cracked her knuckles.

"Well, by the signs, I believe there is something wrong with the alternator. More specifically, the rotor."

"The rotor?" He asked surprised.

"Yes, The rotor generates a moving magnetic field around the stator, which induces a voltage difference between the windings of the stator. This produces the alternating current, or AC, output of the generator."

"Yes, I know what the rotor is!"

"Then why did you ask?"

He slapped himself. "What...is wrong...with the rotor?" He seethed.

Starfire seemed to get used to his temper. "First I need to know about the bearings in the alternator."

"He's a guy."

"So?"

"Ball bearings."

She gave a small smile, making it seem like it was obvious. "Oh, of course." She cleared her throat. "Let us figure out exactly needs to be fixed." She flipped the switch on the engine.

"What are you doing?! He's going to be completely brain-dead!"

"Only for a moment. Now, I need an eight bit and a welding torch."

On the outside world, Robin was in the middle of talking to Cyborg and jotting down a note. "And so, this new system I saw worked really well, and I think it would be bene-..." He stopped. Not a word, he was even halfway through a letter and just stopped.

"Robin? Rob? Bro?....buddy?" Cyborg snapped and waved his hand in front of his face. "Hello, the system was what?"

Robin simply stared at his pen. What was he doing anyway?

#fanfiction #teen titans #70 for 70 celebration

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half the fun is surprising you, love, how would you make sure you're prepared if you don't know i'm coming? but after i meet you after you're done with work and take you apart at the movie theater, we'll make sure to stop by a sex shop to get some fun toys, sweetheart. i'm down to get us whatever you want, and i absolutely need to fuck you with a strap-on as soon as possible 😘

the first thing i'm gonna do to you when we get to wherever we're staying overnight is pull you onto my lap, put your little bell collar on, and kiss you till you don't have any thoughts left in your head and the only thing you can think of is me and my mouth. only after that will i let you go down on me, princess, and teach me whatever you'd like to. i'd wrap one hand in your gorgeous hair and stroke your cheeks and the rest of your face with the other, and i wouldn't be able to stop praising you and telling you what a good girl, what a good kitten you're being for me

i'd be very tempted to let you make me cum, but i think i'd far prefer seeing you fall apart first, kitten, so i'd shift the hand on your face down to your collar and pull you back up to me with both your collar and your hair, and kiss and lick your face clean of my mess

and then i'd take you and flip us both over so you were under me instead of over me, and kiss my way down your body, focusing especially on your boobs, till i get to the top of your sweet little pussy, and then skip right over it down to your knees, and kiss my way up your legs until i get to your inner thighs, and stay there till you're whining and begging for my mouth on your clit and my tongue in your pussy, and only then will i move to where you want me

i'd lick and suck and kiss until you were cumming, and then keep going to try for a second time. i want to make you overstimulated and sensitive, and then i'm gonna get the strap-on and fuck you until you're a crying, whimpering mess for me

and when i've sufficiently wrecked you, my love, i'll spread you gently out on the bed, and clean you up with a damp towel, telling you what a good girl you were for me, and how well you took what i did to you, and how proud of you i am

and i'll kiss you gently all over, and then lay myself down next to you and pull you into me and cuddle you as we fall asleep, so we're both well rested for the fun things we'll do in the morning

-🥰🥰🥰

Oh god I wrote such a long response to this and then lost it so here is long as fuck response take 2 aaaaaa I’m sorry angel, I missed you so much btw ❤️

This made me blush so much and I got so wet writing a response my brain basically melted like that’s how I accidentally deleted it so… You’re so perfect. I really don’t think you need too many lessons from me I think we could just let you experiment on me and I’ll just be there for support because your ideas are really good 😵‍💫 A+

The teasing! I’m the only girl you’ve done this to and yet you’re already this good? You’re going to be such a menace to me what am I going to do? I just love when you praise me with your hands as much as when you use your words, it’s so hot idk how to explain. And then once you go down on me I’m not going to have a thought left in my head for a minute solid because your tongue and the way you look? And calling me kitten like that? You know I preen every time you do it, it makes me so shy, but also proud and I love it.

And yes, please, fuck me. We’re going to get an ejaculating strap on because that is very important for the image I have in my head.

It doesn’t take you too long to get the hang of it and then I’m just a flushed and overstimulated mess beneath you. I’m moaning things only a little slut that has lost her mind can say at this point. Just “yes”, “fuck me”, “please”… etc

You use the best feature of the strap-on to spill cum lube inside me and every time you do I have another orgasm that makes me start to cry. It gets me even messier because every time you fill me up with it everything becomes even more slippery and messy, just making it so much easier to fuck me stupid.

I’m begging you at this point, saying it’s too much and to wait, but god baby do not listen to me. Im so overstimulated, but it’s also so good and I need you to keep going until you think I’ve had enough. And you do keep going so I pull you down so I can kiss you and the way it changes the angle makes my eyes roll back and my legs come up to wrap around your hips immediately pulling you down so you’re fucking me even deeper. It feels so good, you’re so good. That’s definitely the hardest and the deepest you fuck me and I’m blushing so much thinking about that little bell on my collar. It has not stopped making noise this whole time because you’re just giving it to me so good. You’re so sweet and eager to make me feel good and I think you definitely succeeded.

One last thing, you have to have an amazing orgasm before we settle down. I beg you to use my body one more time to make yourself cum. There are so many ways you just have to pick one and I’ll make sure you feel so good. I can’t wait to talk to you privately about all the ways you could use me to make yourself cum 😘

Anyway, I can’t stop thinking about how I’m going to wake up in the morning and climb over you first thing so I can line my pussy up with yours because the lube that was left over is still slowly dripping out of me and it makes the glide so easy as I start scissoring with you and moaning softly. I just go slow until you eventually wake up and flip me to bend me in half going at whatever pace you want. Once you have me pinned it’s so easy to push me into a perfect position I want to cum watching you use me like a slicked up little toy to rub against 🥺❤️

I’m so tired I can’t even read over all that and the first time I wrote stuff was definitely so much better and more coherent I’m so mad at myself lol But thank you for writing me an ask in the first place, my love. They’re always so good.

#asks #🥰#nsft asks #nsft writing #nsft cnc #bd/sm cnc #bd/sm breeding #bd/sm pet #nsft #still blushing btw

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Undercover (AO3)

This is based on this gifset of Rafa looking beautiful in some other show or film (idk, brain short circuited before I could check out what it actually is).

It's a What if...? of Carlos' secret in 4x01. Instead of the secret marriage, I give you undercover Carlos.

This was meant to be a one shot but it started to get long before anything had even happened... and it's 5.42AM now and I should probably sleep instead of writing this thing... so here is part 1. I'm Very Bad at multi chapter fics but I'll try to finish part 2 tomorrow (Sunday) and see where it goes from there.

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“Reyes, my office please.” Carlos’ sergeant called out just as he was about to go on his lunch break.

It had been a slow morning, which he was grateful for after the weekend he’d had touring wedding venues with TK, and finding out the perfect place didn’t have an opening for another 18 months.

“Everything alright, sir?”

“Close the door and sit down please.”

Carlos tried to keep the look on his face neutral as he did what he was told, but wondered what on earth his sergeant would call him into his office for.

“How is the wedding planning going?” Sergeant Walsh asked him after he’d sat down.

“Uh… alright… thanks.” Carlos answered, not sure how he knew or where the conversation was going.

“Your father mentioned you and your fiancé looking at venues when I ran into him this weekend.

“Oh. Yes, sir we are. We’ve toured a few.”

Walsh nodded.

“Did you find anything you like? My daughter is a wedding planner, she could help you if you wanted. Put in a good word for you with the venue owners.”

“Thank you sir, but I think we’ll be alright.”

Walsh nodded again.

“Well the offer still stands if you need it.”

“Thank you sir.” Carlos replied. “Was that everything you needed to talk to me about?”

“No, no it is not.” Walsh sat up a little straighter and took a file out of his desk drawer and opened it.

“The FBI are building a case on a nationwide drug trafficking organisation and they’ve reached out to APD for the Austin based part.”

Carlos nodded.

“Do they need tactical support on a raid?”

“Not just yet. They’re still gathering evidence.”

“Ok. Do you need me to help put a team on standby?”

Walsh shook his head.

“Have you ever thought of doing undercover work?”

“Undercover? Me?”

“The FBI need someone to infiltrate the drug trafficking business that’s being run out of a bar downtown. They need someone who knows the city.”

“And that someone is me?”

“If you’re interested. It could be a good career opportunity for you.” Walsh said and turned to the file on his desk. “They’re selling fentanyl and heroin and anything else they can get their hands on. The FBI believes they’re involved in a larger network responsible for drug related deaths all over the country. LA, Chicago, Seattle, New York. It looks like they’re involved with the Honor Dogs too. Have you heard of them?”

“A local biker gang.” Carlos answered. “White supremacists. We’ve arrested some members before… but not recently I believe.”

“That’s right. So getting them off the streets of Austin too would be a nice bonus.”

“Right… Yes, I agree… but… with all due respect, I don’t think I’m going to be of any help in this case.”

“And why is that?”

“I’m Latino. And gay. Neither of those things are very high on the list of things white supremacists look for in members.”

Walsh smiled.

“No, but the FBI need someone in the bar. They’ve already got someone in with the racists. You’ll just be serving drinks downtown and gathering evidence on the drug charges.”

“Right. So… I’ll be wearing a wire then I guess?”

“I assume so. But if you agree to do this, the FBI will brief you on all details and set you up with a fake identity and backstory.”

Carlos nodded.

“Can I think about it?”

“Sure. Take the afternoon off and let me know first thing tomorrow.”

“Thank you, sir” Carlos said and left the office. He checked his watch. He’d promised his mother he’d meet her for lunch if he had time, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to focus on anything but the conversation he’d just had with his sergeant.

He got into his car and drove across town to the one place he could think of going.

Unfortunately when he pulled up outside station 126 some time later, both rigs and the ambulance were gone.

“Oh hello officer, can I help you?” a firefighter Carlos vaguely knew as the probie from the B shift crew asked him. He gave the young woman a polite smile.

“No, I’m just waiting for them to come back.”

“They’re on their way. They were loading back up about 10 minutes ago. I heard it on the radio. I forgot to put mine away when I left after my shift.” She scrunched up her face. “Please don’t tell captain Strand.”

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”

Just then they heard the brief burst of sound Carlos recognised as the horn from the rig.

“Looks like they’re here. I better run. Have a good day officer.” The probie said before rushing out of the firehouse.

Sure enough, not two minutes later, Judd parked the rig in the bay and Owen jumped out.

“Hey Carlos.” The other man greeted him. “Medical is right behind us.”

“Thanks Owen.” Carlos said as Owen walked past him and patted his shoulder.

Before any of the other members of the crew could greet him or ask him why he was there, the ambulance pulled into the station and TK jumped out of the passenger’s seat.

“Hey baby, you here for lunch?”

“Actually… can we talk?”

TK frowned but lead him up to the bunk room where they sat down on two beds facing each other.

“What’s going on? Is everything alright?” TK asked and Carlos hated himself a little for worrying him.

“I uh… got offered this thing… at work.”

“Thing? What thing? A promotion?”

“No. Yes. Maybe? I don’t know…”

“You’re not making any sense, babe.”

Carlos pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

“The FBI have reached out to APD for help on a case involving some drug trafficking network they believe is being run out of this bar downtown.”

“Ok. So you’re going to SWAT up and catch the bad guys?”

“No my sergeant wants me to go undercover to gather evidence.”

“For the FBI?”

“Yes.”

“Working in a bar?”

“Yes.”

“Will it be dangerous?”

“I don’t know… I suppose there’s always a risk… I don’t know the details yet. I haven’t said yes yet.”

TK nodded.

“You want to do it, don’t you?”

“Not if you don’t want me to.”

“It’s drugs these guys are involved in?”

“Yes. Apparently mainly heroin and fentanyl but also anything else they can get their hands on and make money from.”

TK was quiet for a minute while he processed what Carlos had just told him. He moved to sit next to Carlos and grabbed his hand.

“I think you should do it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. If anyone knows the kind of damage these guys can do it’s me.” He looked down at their joined hands. “Who knows what would have happened to me if my mom hadn’t found me and dragged me to rehab. I knew every low life dealer in the city. They only care about money… not about the lives they ruin.”

Carlos squeezed his hand and let him talk. He knew TK’s addiction was hard for him to talk about. Especially the moments where he’d been at his lowest.

“Tell your sergeant you’ll do it.”

#911 lone star #tarlos #tarlos fic #carlos reyes #tk strand #undercover carlos

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