#it's just so well done. it's so subtle and so telling. there's so much research in this show. so much love

[ballimeracy]

Choso drabble!

Choso busting in his boxers thinking about you!

863 words

Choso had always been obsessed with you one way or another. He always admired you from a safe distance, hearts practically in his eyes whenever you were around him. This sort of obsession only grew when Yuji had gotten Choso a phone and helped set up some social media accounts for Choso to keep in contact with various people, including you. He would spend literal hours just sitting in his bed late at night admiring your photos you've posted of yourself and your friends. He always thought you were gorgeous, down from your hair to your soft dewy skin. 

It was one of those nights. Choso had just got done hanging out with you, Yuji, and a few of your other mutual friends. He thought you looked absolutely gorgeous today, with an outfit that showed off your curves.Seeing so much of your skin sparked something inside of him. Whenever you were close enough to nudge his arm, or whenever he got a strong whiff of your perfume, he felt this intense warmth in his tummy and a warmth in his face. 

He was absolutely absorbed in your photos, eyes glued to his phone screen as he admired the photos you took tonight. There was one that had his breath catching in his throat, that familiar warmth dropping down into his tummy once again. It was a photo of you with a big smile, leaning forward to the camera with a drink in hand with your arm slung over Choso’s shoulder. From the photo, he could get a good view of your tits, full and squeezed tight in your shirt. It brought a heat to his cheeks, feeling his breath stutter slightly.

He remembered when that photo was taken, feeling as if he was going to die with the contact your arm made around his neck. He remembered how soft your skin felt, how good you smelt, and how hypnotic your voice sounded. It was making his brain go a mile a minute, not realizing the intense pressure straining against the front of his boxers. He shifted slightly as he stared at his phone, flinching slightly when he felt his cock being rubbed slightly thanks to the friction of his boxers. 

As he continued to stare, admiring the various photos you had taken of the outing, his hand slowly slipped down to his pelvis, letting out a shaky breath when he felt the warmth of his hand cup over the hot and heavy bulge in his underwear. It made him whimper, biting his lips as his hips bucked up slightly. His mind couldn’t help but wander to what it would be like if you were the one cupping him instead of himself.

He could imagine your sweet voice, encouraging him and whispering loving words in his ear about how good of a boy he was and how well he was doing. The tips of his ears were burning, breathing becoming labored as he mindlessly palmed at himself. He imagined your glossy lips and your beautiful smile, how amazing you would look with your lips wrapped around his dick. A whimper escaped his throat as he imagined forcing his length into your throat, how tears would well in your eyes and how you would grip the meat of his thighs. 

He could hear his heart in his ears as he scrolled through your social media, hand speeding up as he continued to palm himself gingerly and flinching with sensitivity. His mind then drifted to those skirts you would wear that would show the curve of your ass perfectly and when you would bend down he could catch a glimpse of the fat lips of your clothed cunt. He’s never seen one before, but he imagined yours would look just as beautiful as you. From research he has done about sex, he thought about how pretty you would look being on top of him and how tight and warm your insides would be. You would definitely make the cutest noises and would praise him to high heaven. A subtle groan escaped from him, his eyes fluttering closed as he got lost in his fantasy.

He imagined what you would look like when you came, all high and whiney, telling Choso he did a good job. He could hear you now, begging for him to come inside. His face exploded with warmth, breath hitching as he felt his hips buck up into his hand. He felt a coil in his belly, whimpering and biting his lip as a warm sticky substance bloomed underneath his hand and in his boxers. It made his hips twitch and buck up, making him whine at the feeling of his cock pulsing underneath his large hand.

When he finally calmed down, he grimaced a little at the feeling of his cum in his boxers, nose scrunching up as he slowly sat up in bed. He definitely would have to shower. Sparing one last look at your photos, he felt a little tinge of guilt in his stomach causing him to frown. Would you think he was disgusting? He would definitely have to talk to you about these weird feelings he was experiencing. Choso let out a soft huff, standing up and shuffling out of his room to go take a shower.

Sorry I have been MIA for the past few weeks! College exams are absolutely kicking my butt! (not necessarily exams, just art projects LOL). I have also been oh so stressed due to the work environment I'm in currently, but over the break I have I will be sure to write loads more! I have been obsessing over Choso so be prepared hehe >:3C

Also! My requests are still open if you would like anything written specifically for a character!

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[thedarlingdearestdead]

Anakin the Mechanic:

Summary: Your ship had been badly damaged on your last mission and you were the one stuck fixing it. Anakin finds you looking lost and wants to help you... in more ways than one.

Warnings: Kissing, fluff, banter, pretty safe.

Word count: 1,630

It was a rare day off for you, a single moment in between the chaos as the Jedi council discussed you and your master’s next assignment. You were grateful for it. Though it was not exactly an opportunity for respite. 

Your ship had been badly damaged in your last fire fight, you’d come back with a rocky descent filled with horrible noises and smoke, not a happy landing. Some of the big stuff you could understand, you got it patched up fairly easily, working all evening yesterday with a team of mechanics on the main hull. But this morning, upon trying to start it up, you found it was still having some sort of issue. 

It was frustrating as you would much rather be training, or doing your research. Or pretty much be anywhere else doing anything else. The grease from the engine was gathered underneath your nails in a most unpleasant way, your hair gone frizzy from the smoke and heat, your head aching from the fumes.

You had been staring into one of the side panels for about 10 minutes now. Determined that it was these circuits that had been causing such trouble, part of you wanted to give up and just hit it with the screwdriver that you held in your hand, just so you’d know what, and where, the damage was. 

You must have been glaring, face stony as you zoned out, very close to a small melt-down. You were very tired and this had to get done. That’s probably why when Anakin Skywalker came up behind you, you jumped, dropping your tool as he starts to laugh at you.

“That’s not funny, Anakin! I could have hurt myself!” You say as a response to his mirth.

“I’m sorry, you just looked so focused, I couldn’t help myself!” He settles down slightly, leaning casually against the ship. The ship groaned and something sparked up by his sleeve comically causing his to jump back in fright himself. “Force, what have you done to this?”

You shrug, “We got hit a few times trying to go into hyperspace.”

He steps back and surveys the fresh patch jobs, still not painted over, and he rubs his arm near where the spark had almost got him almost unconsciously, thinking. Then he takes in the piles scattering of tools, rags, and equipment, as well as your, probably very, bedraggled state.

You could feel his eyes on you, and you shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. Anakin had always been a bit of a wild card, unpredictable and impulsive. You had been assigned to work with him before, and four him to be such an overwhelming, distracting presence. There was always an energy around him, a sense of barely-contained chaos that made you nervous.

"So, what's the plan?" Anakin finally asked, squinting and trying to stay nice and diplomatic. Though you could tell by his fidgeting that he desperately wanted to start fixing your ship for you.

You sighed, wiping your hands on your already spoiled robes, trying to decide whether your pride and patience could accept. "I'm still trying to figure out what's wrong with the circuits. I think it's a power issue, but I can't seem to pinpoint the source."

Anakin nodded, his eyes scanning the ship once again, eyes moving straight towards the other end of it, and fixing on the anterior electric panel. “Well, do you want some help?” He was edging away from you, an eagerness growing in his eyes, “I can pop her open, take a look?” He had already reached his target and took your non-resistance as a yes. 

You were annoyed that he headed towards the opposite side of the ship to where you had been working. It was a subtle way of telling you ‘you’re doing it completely wrong.’ Judging by your success throughout the day he was probably right and you could probably use the help. It was still irritating though.

You watched as Anakin expertly open the panel and began to examine the circuits. His fingers moved deftly over the wires and switches, awfully confident and easy. You couldn't help but appreciate the intense concentration on his face.

You leaned against the ship and watched him, grateful for his help, feeling a pang of affection for how content he looked. "How did you get so good at this?" you asked, genuinely curious.

Anakin shrugged, not looking up from his work. "I've had a lot of practice. My mom used to scavenge parts and I would help her fix things up. It was a good way to learn."

You nodded, impressed and slightly sad at the mention of his mother, you never knew yours. "You know, I never imagined I would have to fix my own ship when I became a Jedi," you commented, smiling wryly.

Anakin chuckled, finally looking up at you. "Technically you're not fixing your own ship." He closed the small door and stepped back. Ushering you backwards as he walks around the ship, entering it and leading you to the cockpit. 

Anakin sits down in the pilot's seat and begins typing away at the control panel. "I can reroute power from the engines to the circuits, that should give us the boost we need to get this baby off the ground," he explains, his fingers moving over the controls with lightning speed.

Watching him was incredible. Anakin was so talented, so skilled at everything he did. You had seen him in combat, seen him take down entire armies with his lightsaber. And yet here he was, fixing a broken ship with the same level of intensity and focus.

He must have noticed your eyes. "What?" Anakin asked, glancing up at you from where he was working.

"I'm just impressed," you admitted. "You're so good at everything you do."

Anakin grinned at you, the corner of his mouth quirking up. "You're not wrong." And with that he pressed a final button and the engine came to life. Not spluttering or sparking, not roaring or shaking as it had been when you tried. 

You tried to ignore the cocky smile on his face, his obvious pleasure at your surprise and joy which came out of you in a small 'whoop!'. But it was difficult. It was easy to ignore Anakins shine when in battle, in meetings, or in a large vehicle hangar. But in this small space you felt blinded. 

"Thank you, Anakin- really you saved the day, my day... I would have been here for hours staring at the wrong place and making an even bigger mess. 

"Well, I couldn't stand to watch you destroy this ship. I had to come in and save her..." He stroked the control unit lovingly, mocking your attempts at mechanics. 

"Hey I would have gotten it eventually!" You say indignantly.

"Yeah, you would've." He concedes. "But sometimes it's good to take a break from all the fighting, all the politics. Just work with your hands, fix something. It's therapeutic. I don't mind helping you, you just need to ask."

He was standing now, the two of you cramped behind the pilots seats, in the small dark alcove between them, and the cabin. 

Anakin's words echoed in your mind, and you realised that he was right. Sometimes, it was good to take a break from the chaos of being a Jedi and just focus on something simple and tangible.

Anakin had a kind heart and a willingness to help others, even if it meant getting his hands dirty.

"I'll keep that in mind," you said.

You both leaned in at the same time, meeting in the middle for a gloriously light and gentle kiss. 

As your lips met, you felt a spark ignite between you, a spark that had been building for a long time. And now, as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close, you felt a sense of rightness, a sense that this was where you were meant to be.

For a long moment, you lost yourself in the kiss, forgetting everything else except the feel of Anakin's lips against yours, the warmth of his body pressed against yours. It was like nothing else mattered except this moment, this connection between the two of you.

But as the kiss deepened, you felt a sense of urgency creeping in, unlike anything you'd felt before. A sense that this moment was fleeting and you needed to make the most of it. As Anakin's hands roamed over your body, tracing the curves of your hips and the small of your back, you felt a shiver, curving into him, pushing him up against the doorway. 

He smirked into your mouth. He cupped your face in his hands, running his fingers down your cheeks, tilting your face up into the kiss.

Before he pushed you backwards, not violent but rough, you hit the opposite wall and now he was the one to press you against the frame, his body pressed full against yours, as the kiss intensified. You felt a breath catch in your throat, as you pulled away briefly to take a moment, to look at him. Both of you panting for air, Anakin staring at you with those intense dark eyes. 

"I've been wanting to do that for a long time," he confesses. "I know we can't, not now, not with everything going on, the war, the constant missions, but I just wanted you to know... how I feel," he explained, his voice breathy. 

There was no hesitation, no stopping to think about it. You just knew. You knew he was right, no matter what tomorrow or the next day might bring, you knew you couldn't ignore your feelings. And you couldn't ignore the way you felt right now.

"Just kiss me Anakin." You say, and he does.

#anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker #star wars fanfiction #star wars #anakin x reader #star wars fandom #star wars anakin #star wars prequels

[luffyvace]

AAAAAAA I WANNA GIVE YOU A BIG PLATONIC SMOOCH I LOVE YOUR WORK SO MUCH

ok ok recently I have been infected with eustass kid and was hoping you could write for him with a male reader nothing specific I feel like he would be so angry if his testosterone filled crew made fun of him for it. Love your work ❤️

AWWW THATS SO SWEET OF YOU DEAR! 💗

PLATONIC KISSES 😚😚

thank you so much!! I’d love to write for you but I simply don’t know much about kid!! I’m on the marineford arc- 😭😭 I usually turn down characters I don’t know much about him but you seem like such a sweetie! After having done some research..Here ya go!~

As stated I’ve chosen to research as much as possible in fandom and other’s headcanons! This may not be the most accurate but I sincerely hope your satisfied with my attempt dearest!~

I feel Kid would think of food as a sort of affection

so technically gift giving??

but it’s like his love language is food

his favorite is cabbage rolls right?? Welllll he loves to eat them together!

not…together together

he buys it for y’all separately

I doubt he’d want to share his favorite food 😭

if you beg for his in a case where he didn’t get you some...

“what?! No! This is my food get your own!….ugggghh FINE! You get a half! This was supposed to be for me”

(● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾

I also feel he’d be better off witth someone who’s either all for his rambunctiousness or (somehow) able to calm him down (like killer)

if your just as reckless as him great! Your adventures are now considered dates :)

not necessarily, but he’s fond of them as if they are

he’s always recalling on past times you’ve fought together

you know how people say someone you’ve fought a war with knows you better than a friend?

yeah, I feel like that’s why he has such high respects for his crew

And of course because they’re his crew

so yeah he feels closer to you every time you fight together

if you want you can listen to the song ‘one thing’ by amerie- the lyrics remind me of him idk why (keep in mind I don’t know this guy well :3)

kid would allow you to ride on his shoulders

you could just kinda hop up there casually and he won’t say anything

privileges

but I feel like if he’s in a foul mood or busy he’d grab you buy the waist and sit you down somewhere LOL

another way to spend time with him would be to do your make up at the same time (if you wear it)

(love that it’s casual for men to wear make up in one piece)

he seems like he would be anal about his so you’d be doing your own and he does his, but it’s still fun to do it together

he’s kinda like that with most things

which now that I realize it that could count as quality time

so the conclusion I’ve come to?

his love languages are gift giving or quality time

but thinking about it now I feel he may also do acts of service

now this isn’t as intentional

he just takes pride in likes to help you with things he knows he could do better

aw man you broke your ___? Well I’m sure he could fix it! 😼💪

If you initiate physical touch his reaction will range based on where you are/who’s around and how much it is

if there’s barely anyone/no one around and you give him a peck on the cheek? Fine. He’ll just half smile at you

if it’s a public area and your trying to kiss him on the lips? “Cut it out! Don’t get distracted we’re here to (xyz)!”

he can’t display the weakness of not being masculine

besides he hates cute n’ cuddly crap 😒

he’d be so proud if his boyfriend physically strong

It even boosts HIS ego

especially since your his ♥︎

he takes care of you in subtle ways

such as making sure your eating, not over working and getting enough sleep

”hey! I haven’t seen you eat all day! Get in the kitchen and tell killer to make ya’ somethin’!”

”how long have you been at that!? Get up and come over here!”

”what on earth are ya’ still doing awake?! Go to sleep! Captains orders..”

killer occasionally asks how your relationship is going

kid’ll tell em a few things but he tries not to get sentimental

trust that’s a lot more than what he tells other people..”

”screw off! mind your own business..”

this is really random but he seems like the type of guy who’s always grumbling

idk I just had to say it..

would enjoy headrubs (IN PRIVATE)

and it has to be casual, don’t baby him about it :P

”your hairs’ really fluffy/soft” *casual headrubs*

like that

you have to compliment stroke his ego so he won’t get angry then pat him

to be more specific about reader being a male :

Even if you don’t hc kid to be straight (idk what i hc him to be idk em enough)

his ego is HURT when he realizes he’s in love with you

love?! What is such weakness?! such DISEASE?!

the fact that he’s in the lgbtq bc of one guy kinda makes him angry

cuz like now (some) people are gonna categorize or even ridicule him for even liking you

even though he’s angry about it, it’s not for the same reason

he’s upset because he fell weak to love in general

homophobes may be upset because he likes a man

what does it matter?! He sure never cared..

you can tell the first thing this guy sees is NOT gender

it’s—threat? Or no threat?

so ya- essentially what I’m saying is he doesn’t care for gender- except when it comes to homophobes

then he’s angry 🙂☝️

and as for his crew making fun of him?!

oh he’s absolutely livid. 😄💥

”SHADDUP’ YA STINKIN’ MAGGOTS! I AM NOT WEAK!!”

Actually- they didn’t call him weak. That’s just what he hears 😂

btw that is not what he said I censored it bc I headcanon him to have a potty mouth (and I don’t)

his skin and hair is the same color from how angry this dude is

HE’S LITERALLY LIKE ‘😡’

HAHAHAH

He always storms off whenever they bring up his ‘sOft SpOt” for you 😋

he’s not even soft really he just goes out of his way to do stuff for/with you

its not they’re business anyway?!

right killer?!

while I was researching I saw that the flower he resembles is a tulip! That’s my favorite flower!! 🌷♥︎♡

Enjoy! I did my best 😅

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[livesincerely]

i was just reading back through your writer’s desks and remembered how much i loved the slideshow au! no pressure but do you have anymore thoughts on it? it’s just one of my faves <3

The outline/notes for that one are still in the very early stages but I’m happy to share what I’ve got so far!

00000

He’s waiting for Tony to come back from the bathroom, the next episode of Crime Scene Kitchen queued up on the tv, when his phone vibrates with a text from Jack.

this prod meeting is running long, probs won’t be back until late. Go ahead and watch w/o me

Everything ok?

ya but part of the set got busted during a scene change so I gotta figure when/how to fix it before tomorrow night

I’ll put your takeout in the fridge and save you some egg rolls

and that’s why you’re my favorite

Say hi to Medda for me

of course

“Jack’s not going to be home until late,” Davey announces as Tony wanders back into the living room. “He says we should start without him.”

….

“Dave,” Tony says, sighing deeply. “Why am I looking at a PowerPoint titled, “Jack Kelly + David Jacobs: A Comprehensive Argument for Maintaining Equilibrium.”

Davey pins him with a scathing look. “It’s a Google Slides presentation, you godless heathen.”

“What the fuck?” Tony asks, ignoring him, clicking rapidly through the screens. “When did you even make this?”

Davey shifts in his seat. “I mean, it’s more of a living document, so it’s never really finished—“

“Davey.”

“A couple years ago, I guess,” Davey says. “Give or take.”

Tony squints at the computer screen. “It’s saved on your old university account.”

“Okay, or maybe it was three months into junior year!” Davey admits, crossing his arms over his chest. “It was a stressful semester and I was super nervous about failing my animal science midterm and Jack was out on a date with that PoliSci major that lived upstairs and— And the when isn’t the point! The point is, according to my research, telling Jack isn’t worth the risk of ruining our friendship.”

“What are these graphs even measuring?” Tony asks, staring at one of the slides. “‘Overall Happiness, Jacobs v Others’?”

….

“Well, your math is absolute shit, for one thing,” Tony says, frowning at a graph entitled ‘Art Pieces per Subject’. Davey’s name is sitting in dead last. “There’s no way these numbers are right. Jack draws you literally all of the time.”

Davey frowns right back at him. “No, he doesn’t.”

“Uh, yeah he fucking does,” Tony disagrees. “You’re, like, one of his favorite things to make art of, period. He spends about half his time bitching about how copic doesn’t make a marker that matches your eyes—at this point I’m pretty sure he’s got more drawings of you than actual pictures.”

“I think I would’ve noticed if Jack suddenly started drawing me,” Davey scoffs, shaking his head. “It’s not like he’s subtle when something’s caught his eye. Plus, he lets me flip through his sketchbooks whenever he finishes filling one and I’m almost never in them.”

“Which one?” Tony asks.

Davey blinks. “Which one, what?”

“Which one,” Tony repeats, oddly intent. “Which sketchbook does he show you?”

“What do you mean, which one?” Davey asks, irritated. “The only one! The one he always— it’s not like it’s some big secret!”

Tony stares. Then Tony sighs.

Very quietly, Davey hears him mutter, “…pair of fucking morons.”

…..

“Okay, but, riddle me this,” Tony says. “Why don’t you just tell him? What’s the worst that could happen?”

“What’s the worst that could— I literally just went over all the reasons why that’s a horrible idea!” Davey exclaims. “It would ruin everything!”

“I really don’t think it would, Dave,” Tony says. “You and Jack… will ya at least think about it?”

“I’ve done nothing but think about it,” Davey says, and to his horror, he can feel his eyes starting to sting. “I can’t.”

“Want me to do it?” Tony offers, and he says it like a joke but Davey knows him too well to think that he’s anything but absolutely serious.

He jolts forward, arms outstretched as if to preemptively cram the words back down his throat. “Don’t you fucking dare, Tones, I am so fucking serious—“

“Okay, okay!” Tony says, holding up his hands in surrender. “I won’t snitch on your neurotic ass, even if it’d make you happier in the long run. My word as my bond or whatever.”

Davey huffs out a laugh, and it’s only a little teary. “Fuck you, my neurotic ass is the reason you made it to graduation, shithead.”

…..

“Hey, can I borrow your laptop?” Jack asks. “Mine’s dead and I left my charger at the theater.”

“Yeah, go ahead,” Davey absently responds.

…..

“Davey,” Jack says, voice straining. “What the hell is this?”

“What is what?” Davey asks.

“This.” He turns the laptop around and— oh shit. It’s The Argument.

He feels his blood run cold. “Oh,” he says. “That.”

“Dave,” Jack says, his mouth set in a hard, thin line. “Did you make a fucking PowerPoint about me? About us?”

Davey swallows. “…It’s actually a Google Slides presentation,” he says weakly.

…..

“You’re telling me this is nothing?” Jack demands, incredulous. He tilts the screen back to show Davey the current slide, which is just an enlarged photo of Jack’s handsome, smiling face, surrounded by a halo of red arrows and the caption, ‘JUST LOOK AT HIM,’ written in boldfaced text. “Nothing? Nothing at all?”

“Maybe we can stop looking at it now,” Davey says, loudly. He leans over the back of the couch, making another panicked grab for his laptop, but Jack dodges out of the way, clicking to the next slide.

#*ask #newsies #javid #*editor's note #*the writing desk #bits & bobs #the google slides fic #this is the roughest of rough drafts but I hope it was legible and made some kind of sense? #hope you enjoy!!! #☺️

[onmyyan]

I’m back w another hot off the press neglected reader take. Maybe it’s the manhwa I read but I love the idea of how reader’s absences take a hold on everyone immediately. Like imagine for years reader has been vying for everyone’s love and attention- not just Bruce. They’d return library books for Tim, they’d help Barbara do some internet research. When Jason was recovering from injuries they’d leave ointments and medicine for him. And when Bruce was deep into uncovering a new crime ring in Gotham and losing sleep by the second a cup of coffee- just the way he likes it is sitting at his desk in the bat cave.

Even Alfred gets some care and loving from the reader too, reassuring them that should they make note of it he’ll let them know who to thank.

But they never do, they just move on as usual- some even assuming that it was Alfred doing his job as if he doesn’t already have a million other things to do when keeping an entire estate together by himself. By the two of you anyhow.

But when you turn 18 and leave the house they begin to notice just how quieter it is. How lifeless. Bruce has long ago forgotten how you’d cling to him when you were a kid, the man always passing you over to Alfred without a second thought- the sounds of your voice replaced with music when you grew older, a subtle attempt to keep the cold atmosphere of the manor vibrant with life.

Now there’s nothing.

Damien was extremely disagreeable when he first arrived at the manor, growling and cursing the stupid kid- never mind the fact that he too was a kid- sitting outside his closed door, leaving plates of food and keeping him company with one sided convos. Conversations that decreased in frequency over time, coming to a sudden halt when you left home without as much as a goodbye.

Even in bloodhaven, Dick was so used to the blinking of his phone in the mornings and night, reader always wishing him well and keeping him updated on what was going on in the family and in their life- a small gesture hoping that he might visit once in a while. But then, one day there’s nothing. No voicemail, no text, no call. Even the phone number is dead now. Assuming the worst, Dick heads to gotham, curiosity eating at him

God and if they look through readers room and see how bare it is, things they might have gotten as hand me downs and ‘gifts’ cared for like they were everything just left neatly as the only thing reader took was their clothes and what little money they had saved up before leaving. Hell, Tim didn’t even realize that you had kept their old t shirt in such good condition when they had waved their hand at you, telling you to take whatever you wanted before taking his old stuff to donate to charity.

Barbara couldn’t even believe it when she saw an old bracelet or necklace she had broken all pieced together, poor reader unable to get in a word edgewise to gift it back to her

Now they’re all fired up, with a newfound love and deeply seeded guilt for what they did to reader. They fight everyday to protect the innocent and pure- and here they were, all crushing it beneath their heel.

They just needed to find reader first… lord knows where they are now lol

You are feeding me so good omfg???!?? This is perfection I love love love the immediate change in atmosphere when reader leaves, how then and only then do they realize how much she's done for them, unfortunately for the new found Yanderes you are Bruce Wayne's daughter and you have his brain, if you don't want to be found you won't be, omfgggg this ate down thank you for sending it in babes

#yananswers #anon submission #yandere batfamily #neglected reader

[teaberrii]

Chapter 7: The Locket

You've been Cupid for as long as you can remember. You've brought countless soulmates together, yet you've never found love.

When you're assigned to bring two childhood friends back together, it should be simple until you unexpectedly catch feelings for the mysterious and cold Ph.D. student, Dan Heng, the man with a soulmate… the man with answers to your past.

Dan Heng/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on Ao3

Female reader

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

After finishing telling Pom the nightmare you experienced, you chug the rest of your water. 

“Geezus, Cupid,” Pom continues. “I…”

"Never thought a haunted medieval castle would turn out to be a haunted erotica," you mutter, half-jokingly. "I'm done playing games, Pom."

You refuse to believe that what you saw had nothing to do with you. If it didn't, why were you the only one experiencing this? But after that traumatic event, you're done being clueless. You're done being messed with.

“I'm getting pieces that make no sense to each other, It’s time to start connecting them together.”

Pom has an uncharacteristically serious look on his face. "I'm with you. But how are we going to do that?"

You wish you have an answer. There must be a way, and you'll find it no matter what it takes.

“...I think we’ll need a little help.”

"Help? From who?" When Pom sees the look in your eyes, it's as if he reads your mind. He quietly gasps. "Don't tell me you're thinking about Dan Heng."

“I saw him again,” you say quietly. “I saw Young on the train where Dan Heng was standing.”

“But, will he really be able to help?”

"I don't know," you answer honestly. "But if I tell Dan Heng who I am… maybe that will trigger something."

“...Hey.” The rest of your friends approach you, and you and Pom get up from the bench. “Are you feeling better now?” Gepard asks.

“Much better.”

“What happened in there?” Stelle asks. She glances at Dan Heng. “He said he found you in the restricted area, and you got locked in.”

“...That’s right,” you say, looking at Dan Heng, who returns your look with a subtle gaze. It doesn't seem like he said anything more. “One of the zombies just really got to me, and I panicked.”

Gepard walks up to you with an apologetic look. “I’m really sorry for leaving you like that. I… didn’t know this would happen.”

You smile at him. “It’s fine.”

March stretches and groans. "Well, before we go, should we see what the parade is all about?"

“Good idea,” Stelle says.

You and Pom look at each other as if reading each other’s minds.

“C’mon then!” Pom says happily. “We don’t want to miss it!”

Pom starts ushering everyone away, but you grab Dan Heng's arm.

"Can we talk?" you ask quietly as he turns to face you.

He lets you pull him aside. “Is something wrong?”

“...It’s about what happened earlier.”

Are you going to tell him what's going on? He hopes so. After seeing how shaken up you are, he has a million questions but isn't sure whether it's appropriate to ask.

Where should you start? With Young? With who you are? Finally, you say, "When I was alone back there, I experienced something similar to my nightmares."

“...Nightmares?”

“Before coming here, I sometimes had nightmares of a burning terrain… a castle… It was like a war field. I had a hunch why I was having them, but after experiencing what I just did… I’m pretty sure they have something to do with my past. It’s also why I’m here.”

Dan Heng cannot think of any other explanation, but his theory sounds ridiculous. He isn't living in some crazy fantasy novel where mythological beings exist… right? But it did cross his mind. With you mysteriously knowing about his research and saying you saw his desires, there's only one absurd but logical reason.

“...You aren’t human.”

A slight pause.

“...You don’t sound surprised.”

“Who are you... really."

“Pom calls me Cupid. Take a guess.”

“The God of Love?”

“I’ve been bringing couples together for as long as I can remember because I was promised that I would figure out about my past. But it's starting to look like it's the people here who have something to do with it. Including you."

“...And Young. That’s why you asked about him, right?”

“You catch on fast.”

He looks away. “I’m piecing things together as I go.”

“I knew someone named Young, and I’ve been getting dreams and visions about him when I talk to you. Maybe it's because you look exactly alike.” You sigh. “But I’ve been told he’s no longer around.”

“...What you saw back there, did it have something to do with him?” Dan Heng asks.

“No,” you say quietly. “My dreams about Young are always… pleasant. But back there, that was…” You take a small breath. "I saw something like a massacre. And… a man and a woman… being intimate.”

This takes Dan Heng off guard as he’s left speechless.

“I have no idea who they are,” you add. “But the man said I went too far and”—your voice drops—”I started a war.”

“...A war?”

You shift uncomfortably. “Well, the woman hinted that I was intimate with that man before. It sounds like a bad revenge story."

You’re expecting a grimace, a sign of disgust, or a judgemental look from Dan Heng, but that never comes. Instead, he calmly asks, “...But, can you really take their word for it? It sounds like you’re getting bits and pieces everywhere. It'd be more important to get the bigger picture.”

"That's what I was telling Pom. I need to start making links… connections… or something that I can go on. That's why I decided to tell you about who I am. If you're Young... or somehow related to him, maybe it'll jog your memories."

“You said Young and I look like each other.” Then, hesitantly, “...What about the man and the woman? Did they look familiar?”

You shake your head. “I’ve never seen them before.”

“But maybe I have.”

You're starting to see where Dan Heng is going with this. If Dan Heng is Young's doppelganger or reincarnation, then there's a strong possibility that more of them exist. But what then?

“...I never knew about Young until you told me about him,” Dan Heng continues. “Even after you told me who you are, nothing comes to mind. But there must be a reason why he looks like me and…”

Is he… blushing, or is it just too hot?

“...And?”

“...And why I like you so much.”

The loud screams from the parade drown out his words. You turn and see a large magician-themed parade floatie slowly move along the street. Then, you turn back.

“Did you say something?” you ask. “I didn’t catch that.”

Dan Heng quietly sighs and looks away. “It’s nothing.” Then, with a small, gentle smile, “...I'd like to help if I can.”

"An extra hand never hurts," you say, returning his smile.

You’re walking next to Dan Heng toward the parade when he glances at you. “...You said you bring couples together. Does this mean you make them fall in love?”

“I don’t shoot arrows with weird spells on them if that’s what you mean. It’s supposed to be a natural process. I just… give them a little push.”

“Has it ever backfired?”

“Sometimes it takes a little more effort. But, in the end, they always end up together.”

“...You said before you were here for a job that involves me. By ‘job’ is that what you meant?”

“Yeah. You have a soulmate,” you say quietly.

“But I don’t believe in that.”

“It doesn’t matter whether you believe in them. It doesn’t change the fact that you have one.”

"...You said you've been doing this for a long time, but it's only now you're finding out about your past." He suddenly steps in front of you, making you stop. "I'd like to think this soulmate nonsense also ends here."

So, is he going to stop you from doing your job? That’d be interesting.

"I guess we'll see, won't we?" you say. "But I am a little curious… you seem strongly opposed to it. But you don't know who it is. You might change your mind."

“...I carve a path for myself, including who I choose to love. I don't want anyone else deciding that for me.”

Then, you hear March call your names and Dan Heng walks off without looking back. 

Despite the lively atmosphere, you can't help but occasionally glance at Dan Heng, who has his eyes on the parade almost the entire time. He would meet your eyes a couple of times, but you would look away. The distance between you two is occupied by Pom and Stelle.

“...Are you interested in Dan Heng?”

You turn to Stelle, surprised by the unexpected question. “Why do you ask?”

Stelle looks at you with a small smile. “He was really worried about you when you didn’t show up.”

You don’t look at her when you say, “...We’re friends.”

"Then… does that mean I can go for him?" You immediately look at her as the question takes you off guard. Then, she chuckles. "I'm kidding."

You remember that Dan Heng and Stelle drifted apart when she started her singing career. What brought them back together?

“I heard you were a singer before,” you say.

“Are you going to ask why I quit?" You don't say anything, so she says, "Let's just say that it takes more than just talent to 'make it' in the industry. Now that I'm an actress, there's more freedom in different aspects of my life... including whether or not I want to see somebody."

"It sounds like you have someone in mind."

She doesn't elaborate but gives you a small, ambiguous smile instead.

◆◆◆

The parade hasn't ended when you and your friends leave the bustling area. It's late afternoon, and Gepard suggests an early dinner as it'll start getting crowded.

You and Pom and walking behind everyone else when he asks, “How did things go with Dan Heng?”

“He said he’s happy to help me if I need it.”

Pom gasps and nudges you. “He’s a keeper.” You give him a deadpan look, and he quickly says, “Okay. No more jokes.”

“But he’s also curious about Young.”

“You also told him about Young? Well, it’d be strange if he wasn’t.”

“Anyway, even after I told him about Young and who I am, he doesn't remember anything. But, he brought up a good point,” you say, looking at Dan Heng, who’s talking with Gepard. “He might not be the only doppelganger here." 

"He may be right. But does this mean you're going to start hunting for people who may or may not exist? What if it turns out to be pointless?"

“Yeah, I get what you mean." You sigh. "I feel like we're missing something..."

“...Whatcha talkin’ about, Cupid?”

You immediately spin around at the low, masculine voice just as Pom gasps.

“N-Nanook!”

Wearing a black tank top and pants, Nanook is clearly enjoying the attention he's getting from some of the people passing by.

“What are you doing here?” you finally ask, flabbergasted.

“Hey!” You turn around and see your friends walk over. March looks at Nanook and back to you. “Is he a friend of yours?”

Nanook puts his hands on your shoulders and smiles widely. “We go a long way back. Right, Cupid?”

You shrug off his grip and frown. “...He’s just someone I know.”

“Ouch. Not even a friend? You hit right where it hurts.”

“He’s the guy I told you about,” Pom says to Dan Heng and Gepard. “The one who won’t leave her alone.”

Nanook narrows his eyes. “...Is this who I think it is?” He walks up to Pom and looks him up and down. “Huh… never thought you’d make a decent-looking human, rabbit.”

“Hey!”

“Rabbit?” March asks.

Nanook looks at your friends and back at you. “Aren’t you supposed to be working? What are you doing hanging out with these—”

“They’re my friends,” you deadpan.

“What do you mean she’s supposed to be working?” Stelle asks.

"It's nothing," you say, turning to her, but you eventually look at Dan Heng instead.

Then, he walks up to you. “...If this person isn’t important, let’s go.”

Nanook scoffs. “Not important?” He walks up to him, but you step in front of Dan Heng. “...You think I’ll hurt him?”

“Just leave him alone.”

Nanook rolls his eyes but suddenly yells when someone pulls on his earlobe.

“We aren’t here to cause trouble, Nanook. Behave yourself.”

You look past the God to see a woman with glossy skin and long, silky black hair pulled into a high ponytail, leaving a few strands to frame her face that looks like she hasn't had a clogged pore in years. Wearing a pair of high-waisted shorts and cropped tee, her curvy figure is just as flawless as her skin. You've never seen this woman before, yet your gut tells you exactly who it is.

“Idrila!” Pom says. “You’re here, too?”

She smiles, showing her perfectly straight and white teeth. “That’s right.”

“...Who's this?” Gepard asks.

“A friend,” you say.

You're a little amused that Gepard can't seem to take his eyes off her. But that's when you remember Dan Heng. You look slightly behind you and see that his stoic expression hasn't changed.

Idrila loops her arm around you. "Do you mind if we borrow her?" She looks at Pom. "And Pom, too, of course."

“Oh, um, yeah, go ahead.”

It sounds like she even has March at a loss for words.

Idrila grabs Nanook’s arm. “C’mon, stop giving the kid the stink eye.”

“I’m not!”

Idrila pulls you and Nanook aside while Pom follows. A short distance away, she lets you go and takes out a small, round locket with a thin gold chain. A sun is in the center while being embraced by a crescent moon. 

“Himeko forgot to give this to you,” Idrila says, handing you the locket. “So, she sent us.”

“She needed both of you just to give her a locket?” Pom asks, skeptical.

“Look, it was the perfect opportunity for a little vacation,” Nanook says. “Besides”—he looks around with a curious look—“it was getting boring up there. I'm always up for a daring adventure.”

“...I think I saw this locket before.”

“You did?” Pom asks you, Then, he looks at it curiously. “Where?”

“Around Young’s neck on the train." Then, you try opening it, but no matter how hard you try, it won't open.

"Good luck on getting that open," Nanook says. "We've already tried."

You frown. “Someone was a little too curious.”

“Himeko told us beforehand,” Idrila clarifies. “We thought we'd try it out.”

“By the way… who's Young?” Nanook asks. He looks over his shoulder and sees your friends chatting. “Is it that dark-haired kid? He thinks he’s being subtle, but I know he’s been looking this way. Well, let’s be more specific.” Nanook looks at you. “He’s looking at you. Don’t tell me you’re having a lil fun on the side, Cupid.”

“I wish,” you mutter.

“Oh, you haven’t seen Lan by any chance, have you?” Idrila asks. “He’s still not back.”

“I’d like to think that he’s finally letting himself loose and having some fun,” Nanook says. “This is his territory, after all.”

“...Did Lan grew up here?” you ask.

“That’s right, sweetheart.”

You almost cringe at the new nickname, but an idea suddenly hits you. Dan Heng enlightened you with the possibility that other doppelgangers or reincarnations exist. If Lan has been around Xianzhou for a while, he may know about them. Could there be some secret to doppelgangers that he knows about?

“Hey!” March calls. “Are y’all ready to go or what?”

Your friends walk over, and Stelle asks, “If you don't have any other plans, why don’t you join us for dinner?”

Nanook and Idrila glance at each other. “Us?”

“Why not?” Gepard says.

The thought of Nanook joining the group for dinner doesn't sound like a great idea, but of course, the God of Destruction thinks differently.

He smiles. “Well, I don’t see why not.” He looks at you with a playful smile. “It’d be our first dinner together.”

“And our last,” you deadpan.

“...Wait. What if Himeko finds out?” Pom asks quietly.

“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” Idrila says.

"Himeko?" March asks. "Who's she?"

"Someone who likes to enforce rules on people for her entertainment," Nanook says bluntly.

"After the stunt you pulled, I think there's a reason why she enforced rules on having limited contact with humans," you mutter, thinking back to the time Nanook's desire for fun nearly ended up killing a mansion full of people.

Nanook looks at you. "What was that, sweetheart?"

"Don't call me that."

Stelle chuckles. "You two get along well."

Before you can say anything else, March says, "Less talking! More walking!"

You’re trailing a little behind your friends as you start thinking about how you can get in touch with Lan. Unlike Nanook, he isn’t someone to run his mouth about all the awesome things he’s been doing or why he’s even here. Then again… Lan doesn’t seem like the type who randomly goes for a vacation. Is there another reason why he’s here?

It takes a little while to notice that Dan Heng is walking beside you. When you look at him, he glances at you but stays silent. Perhaps he knows you're onto something.

“...Your friends,” Dan Heng says, “Are they also Gods?”

“That’s right.” 

"I guess you've known them for a long time."

"Idrila has always been great. And, well, as much as I hate Nanook, he's still someone that kept me company." When Dan Heng stays quiet, you take out the golden locket from your pocket. “Have you seen this before?”

Dan Heng could’ve just looked at it from your hand, but instead, he takes it, and when his fingers touch your palm, your heart races a little.

After looking closely, he says, "I haven't."

“Could you try opening it?” He does, but when it doesn’t open, you sigh. “...Thought so.”

“You can’t open it either?”

"No… Apparently, no one can. I think this belonged to Young."

“...How do you know?”

“I saw it around his neck on the train.” You glance at Dan Heng. “...He was standing where you were supposed to be.”

"If this belonged to him, then"—Dan Heng turns to face you, and you stop with him—"maybe it holds something special inside."

He opens the necklace and looks at you as if asking permission to put it around your neck. You don't object, so he leans closer and carefully slips it around you. Once again, you smell his cologne, but your chest feels tight. Dan Heng leans upright but stops a comfortable distance from your face. Close enough that it feels intimate but far enough that he isn't invading your personal space. His blue eyes shine as he looks at you, and your heart thunders in your chest.

Suddenly, you hear a loud cough.

You and Dan Heng turn, and Nanook and Pom look at you skeptically.

“We noticed you were falling behind,” Pom says.

“Didn’t think you’d be staring into each other’s eyes like leads of a cheesy rom-com drama,” Nanook deadpans.

You awkwardly clear your throat. “Didn’t think you would know what that is.”

“I keep up with the times.”

“Riiight,” you say skeptically. “Never penned you as a rom-com kind of guy, Nanook.”

Then, you start walking away with Pom hot on your trail.

When Dan Heng is about to follow you, Nanook swings an arm around his shoulder. “...Do you like her, kid?” Dan Heng shrugs off Nanook’s arm and continues walking, but the God of Destruction won’t let it end there. “It’s cute, y’know, a human… and a God.” Dan Heng gives him a side-eye just as Nanook says, “It’s not going to work, so you might as well give up now.”

Dan Heng stops, and with a straight face, he says, “But why does it look like I'm having better luck than you had in a long time?"

Then, he walks away, but hears the God scoff and then mutter, "Cheeky little bastard."

Chapter 8

End notes: I'll be gone on vacation for a week after this update. But I'll be bringing my laptop with me, so I'll be working on the next chapter whenever I can :>

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[writer-by-the-sea]

College Professor Elliott x Gn! Student

Part 1 of ? I stopped, my words trailing off as I gazed into a pair of eyes in the front row. Two beautiful eyes, breathtakingly perfect eyes that stared right back at me, unafraid to maintain eye contact with me, unafraid of the successful author standing directly in front of them… Ready to challenge anything I might throw their way.

Chapter one: The meet cute

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A sea of eyes watch me as I pace back and forth before them, the sound of laptops opening, bags zipping, pens on paper, and the occasional snore from one of my already uninterested students; the true college experience. When I was younger I never saw myself teaching a class. My main goal was to become an author. A New York Times best seller, famous and rich beyond my wildest dreams! 

It was much easier to obtain than I’d ever imagined. 

Thirteen novels later and I was here, teaching a class full of young and eager faces; each one just as desperate to accomplish the same goals that I’d managed to do early on in my career. They always took every word I spoke as the one and only truth, the end all of how to become a published author and a well known one at that. 

After all, the class was called ‘Humble Beginnings - How to publish your first novel.’ Humble being that it was my last name, a little joke to myself when I came up with the class title. It was very much the opposite of ‘humble’ especially when I stood before all of them, dressed in clothing that most of them could never afford, my hair perfectly styled with products shipped from all around the world, the watch on my wrist costing more than my first car— Humble Beginnings… when in reality, it was all pure luck and a dash of talent. 

I begin by scribbling my name on the white board in the font of the class, something I don’t find myself using often and will usually only keep my name up the entire semester. Professor Elliott Humble. I hate being called ‘Mr. Humble’ but Elliott feels too familiar in this setting. 

I turned and looked out to the class, taking time to memorize the faces as I scanned over them. Some excited and eager to begin, others nervous and scared of what’s to come, and one in the back with his head thrown back as another light snore rips around the room. “Theme stated, can anyone tell me what that means?”

A few hands raise, those who have already done their research, those who may have read ahead on the required book in my class— not one that I’ve written myself, but one that would be very beneficial to any future writer. Save the Cat! Writes a novel.

I point to someone a few rows back. She wore a brown oversized sweater and a mustard yellow beanie. My quick thought is that she’s a bit of a hipster, someone who dreams of writing the next most inspirational and unique novel. A dream that will fail once they come to learn the truth of publishing. “Yes, you. Let’s hear it.” 

“Theme stated— A hint at the transformation that the main character will make.” 

“Wonderful!” I grinned, earning a blush from my praise. And nothing new there, it was common to attract a few shy glances and not so subtle swoons from my audience. Be it from my interviews, book signing, or here in class, someone was bound to develop a little crush. Usually the entire class by the end of the semester. So much for being Humble.

“Can anyone give me a good example of a theme stated?”

More hands go up this time, either they now knew what it meant or they were too nervous to try to answer the first question of the class. 

I hummed as I looked out at the class, one man vibrating in his seat with excitement. I could already hear his answer, something from a Marvel movie or maybe Star Wars. He wore glasses that were too small for his face, a worn out Iron Man t-shirt, and a chain necklace that showed off a single heavy lock that hung just above his collarbone. “What’s your example?” 

“You either die a hero or live long enough to become the villain.” 

“Ah, that’s a very good one!” The student was beaming, proud of himself and rightfully so— it was a very good example. “The Dark Knight, correct?” DC and not Marvel, but close enough. 

“Yes, Mr. Humble!” 

I cringed a bit at hearing my name, luckily it seemed that no one noticed. “In The Dark Knight, we see Harvey Dent and Batman, both considered heroes. Dent in his attempt to rid Gotham of crime, and Batman as a vigilante protecting the city.” Can’t say I was prepared to reveal my own slightly nerdy side of myself so early on. But it couldn’t be helped. “Later on, Dent becomes a villain while Batman allows himself to be considered a villain for the greater good of Gotham.

“Some of you may be tempted to shake your head or roll your eyes. You may be asking yourself, ‘why would I ever want to be so on the nose with the theme of my story?’ And it’s rather simple, a strong theme, a strong statement in the beginning of your novel or script, in Batman's case; can take your work from being your average basic story, and into something so much more powerful. Something that moves your audience, something that captures their attention and holds onto them for dear life…”

I stopped, my words trailing off as I gazed into a pair of eyes in the front row. Two beautiful eyes, breathtakingly perfect eyes that stared right back at me, unafraid to maintain eye contact with me, unafraid of the successful author standing directly in front of them… Ready to challenge anything I might throw their way.

“Uh, I-,” I turned my back to the class, quickly pulling my collar away from my throat, my tie suddenly too tight. Clearing my throat, I spoke again, “What else do some of you think is the most important factor in a novel?”

I meant to keep going on, to ask for more examples, to spin more on how important the theme stated was but— I turned and looked back to the class, forcing a smile to them and looking at the newly raised hands to pick another answer. But then my eyes fell back to them. No hand raised, but still paying full attention as they waited for the chance to learn more. I knew I was blushing now, my cheeks no doubt turning bright red as I ripped my gaze away from them again. I pointed to a random student, not paying attention to anything about them as they answered. 

“A novel outline?” They were unsure, their voice going up at the end of their answer. But it was an alright answer, a more obvious one, but still a decent enough answer. 

“Yes, good point! Outlines are important. Not everyone uses them and it’s something we’ll dive into throughout the class— I’ve done both methods, outlining and not, and.. I’ll tell you which novels sold better,” I teased. 

The class laughed, some of them nodding along with me, most likely the ones that struggled with outlining and wanted to know how to avoid it. 

“Now, I’d like to take a little bit of time to get to know some of you. I’m going to end class a little early—“ Some students dropped their jaws, looking around the room at each other in confusion. “Don’t mistake this for kindness,” I said quickly. “You’ll be receiving your first assignment and it will take some time.” 

I chuckled at some of them as they groaned and relaxed back into their seats. “Homework after the first class? I know, I’m so cruel. But—“ I jogged to my desk, grabbing the first book that sat on top, one of my own. I smacked the cover and showed it to the class, not my first novel but it was one of the best selling ones. “If you want to become published, you have to write every single day!” I tossed the book to someone in the third row, some gasps escaping as they caught it. 

“Tell me your name and your future novel genre!” 

The student looked to their left and then to their right, uncertain and apprehensive to answer. 

“Look at me,” I said softly. “Don’t worry about the others, tell me what you want to write.” 

They shrugged, their fingers playing with the edges of my book as they stared at the cover. “It’s kind of lame.” 

“I promise you, it isn’t,” I said. “No genre is boring, except maybe a manual on how to change a lightbulb.” A few laughs came through, and the student smiled. The laughs were what we needed to get them to open up a bit. “So?” 

“Historic fantasy.” 

“Ah, yes. A battle of blades between elves and humankind! How can they ever settle the war between their people?! A marriage alliance? A fight to the death? Or perhaps an even stronger enemy arises that forces them to work together!” 

The student laughed, “Goblins and- and trolls!” 

“I’m excited to see what you come up with! What’s your name?” 

“Tony,” he was grinning now, facing me fully and no longer hiding his face behind my book. 

“Excellent, Tony. Very nice to meet you. Toss the book to someone else!” 

Tony nodded and stood, looking out to everyone around him and trying to decide who to throw to. He tossed it carefully a few seats away from himself, landing on the table of another student. She grabbed it quickly and stood up, holding my book to her chest. 

“I’m Angie, and I want to write romance.” 

“A personal favorite of mine,” I replied. Most of my novels were, in fact, romance. Something I felt I excelled in, and most likely the reason she was really here. To get into the head of her favorite author. “Meeting for the first time and falling in love, reawakening the romance of a dying marriage, or a forbidden romance between two criminals — so many possibilities!” 

“Rose Petal is my favorite book of yours!” 

“Thank you,” I said with a laugh. “Please, toss it on!” 

Angie didn’t even hesitate, she quickly threw the book into the front row, nearly nailing the student in the back of the head but luckily they were able to turn and catch it. They stood slowly, their eyes locking with my own as they held the book with both hands. I made my way to stand in front of them, reaching for the book and taking it from them, my fingers caressing across the back of their hands as I took ownership of the book once again. 

“And you? Are you wishing to write romance as well?” 

“No,” they replied, their voice so soft the students in the back missed it. 

I waited a moment, my attention focused fully on them… I found that I could stare at them for hours, days, weeks even. I allowed myself to study their face and memorize every gorgeous detail. “What is it?”

They smiled before they replied, a smile so wonderful that I almost missed their reply— 

“Horror.”

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[alovesongshewrote]

Fight Club | Genshin Characters x Reader HCs

Plot:  your beloved watches you fight

Characters: Zhongli, Beidou, Kaeya, Diluc, Itto, Thoma, and Childe

Word count:  2,439

Warnings:  none tbh, let me know if there’s anything

A/N: ... these are gonna get long, aren’t they?

Tags: @prismarts​ @mxcheese​ @pavo-ocell-me​  @lady-of-a-castle​

Headcanons

ZHONGLI

Tbh, he’s got a slight sense of pride

He’s confident in your abilities 

He knows that you’re capable 

You can take care of yourself in a fight, and he’s proud of u

That said

He is also mildly concerned?

He doesn’t enjoy seeing you get hurt on the rare occasion when it happens

He also doesn’t verbalize this

Or express it at all, really

After all, it isn’t too much of a concern for him

So he watches your back from the sidelines 

Just in case

And of course

He will fight at your side 

He may also lecture you on fighting techniques of old

Like

While you’re fighting

Which would be annoying if it was anyone else

But he’s got the voice to make it work

And he’s cute, so

He gets away with it

He also points out that specific things that you do while fighting have a historical precedence 

Which is always neat

Maybe not so neat while you’re fighting, but oh well

Zhongli will also tell you fun facts about your weapon

Anyway, once you’re done fighting he’s like

A little bit playful 

Tells you you did a good job

You fight good lmao

He’ll also check you over for injuries 

And he’s so subtle about it that you don’t even notice 

It’s like he can see through you, it’s wild

You kinda love it

Especially because when he’s done, he’ll offer you his arm and take you out for food 

(say thank you to childe and/or hu tao, bc you know zhongli isn’t actually paying lmao)

BEIDOU 

She’s so into it

She loves watching you fight!  She loves seeing how strong you are

Every hit you make, every strike, every movement 

It all makes her more excited 

She’s basically bouncing up and down, it’s adorable 

She’ll absolutely cheer you on 

And!

She’ll absolutely fight beside you

She loves fighting with you

She loves that you have each other’s backs

If you’re in a fight, she will 100% jump in with you, she isn’t afraid to do so, she’s your fuckin partner in romance and on the battle field

And she will kiss you mid-fight if you let her

It’s fantastic, it’s cute, we stan

Also

She’s not kidding with that voice line about trading tactics 

She’s always ready to teach you things, and/or to learn from you 

And! 

She’s almost always ready and willing to spar with you

To keep your skills sharp!

There’s no other reason

It’s definitely not because she gets a kick out of pinning you to the ground and watching you blush while she teases you, nooooooooooooooooooooooo

She may also want you to step on her?  Idk, more research needs to be done

Anyway

This one is a bit unrelated, but 

She also loves to take you drinking after you fight 

It’s a celebration of your mutual badassery! 

Also it’s just

Fun

She likes drinking with you, even when it isn’t after a fight

And speaking of post-fight activities 

Your girl will quickly check you over for injuries before you go anywhere 

She’s got a keen eye, too, so don’t bother trying to hide your dramatic side injury, she’ll see it

And she’ll whisk you off to the nearest doctor, picking you up with her pirate lady strength 

You don’t have a choice, you’re seeing a doctor 

And then you can have your alcohol of choice

It’s sweet though, she’ll hold your hand, we love to see it

KAEYA 

Watches you.

With great interest.

See, he’s trying to keep up his whole 

Funky mystery man appearance on the outside

But on the inside?  

He’s lying on his stomach, on his bed, kicking his legs back and forward, doodling his first name with your last name in glitter gel pen

You’re

You’re kind of his poor little meow meow

Badass and murder-y, but he’s into it

So yeah

Whenever you fight 

He just watches you with full heart eyes

You are the best thing he’s ever seen 

But he won’t tell you that

Idk what it is, he’s just secretive about it

He’ll also back you up in a fight if you need it

Which you rarely do, so he rarely does

But that’s another thing he’s watching for

For any time you need his help

Anyway 

After you’re done with your fight, he never fails to come over and say somethin kinda snarky 

It’s a compliment, don’t get me wrong 

He’s just a little shit about it

“Wow, (Y/N), you really can take care of yourself”

“Not bad, not bad at all,” but in a slightly surprised tone, because he likes irritating you for fun

Anyway, while kaeya is being a dick

He also checks to make sure you’re okay

He tries to be subtle about it because he has a reputation to maintain

But he’s

Not

Subtle 

At all

In the slightest 

It’s almost funny tbh

And it is very cute

He just circles you like a damn vulture, checking you over for injuries

To anyone else, it looks like he’s judging you

But you know it’s something else

And even if you didn’t, he would make sure you knew by checking you over properly once the two of you get home

DILUC 

He. 

Does. 

Not. 

Enjoy. 

It.

He’s so concerned for your safety holy shit

Like

He knows you can take care of yourself

He knows you’re competent, capable

He knows you have the skills necessary to win most fights 

But accidents can happen

More than accidents, anything can happen

You could come across an opponent that’s stronger than you

You could slip in the rain

You could fall onto a sword (yours or someone else's, it doesn’t matter)

You could run into a gang of 50 abyss mages and get your shit wrecked 

Anything and everything could go wrong and he Doesn’t. Like. It. 

And i mean

He has his reasons 

Y’know who else was competent and could take care of themselves?

HIS DAD

AND HIS DAD DIED

So pls forgive him for being concerned about you

That said

He has no control over whether or not you fight

He isn’t your parent, he isn’t your legal guardian, he isn’t your boss, he has no control over you

He’ll try to prevent it

But, i mean, you live in teyvat 

It’s kind of inevitable

And there’s only so much he can do to keep you safe, anyway

Especially if you’re the type who enjoys fighting 

So

When you do fight

Which you do

He’s always ready to back you up

Just say the word, and he’s at your side, helping you kick ass and take names

He also makes sure you’re okay after

And, unlike kaeya, he doesn’t even try to be subtle 

He’s all over you, checking for injuries 

Asking if you’re okay

He takes your face in his hands and presses F to examine 

It’s almost funny how meticulous he is

And it’s most definitely sweet 

He just wants you to be okay gdi

ITTO

Holy FUCK he’s so into it

He loves watching you fight

So much

Whereas kaeya actively tries to hide heart eyes, itto

Doesn’t give a shit

He’ll adore and admire you loudly and no one can stop him

Watching you fight just sparks a sense of pride in him

Like

Look at you!!  

You’re his partner!!

And you’re a fucking badass!!

Whenever you fight he becomes the embodiment of those “that’s my wife/husband/spouse!!!” memes

He’s so proud, it’s not even funny

And

Unlike some others on this list

He will tell you that he’s proud of you

Both during the fight, and after

He wants you to know that you did a good job, and that he loves you

Even if you lose, he’s still proud

It’s very comforting to know, honestly, that even if you fail, he’ll always be proud

Anyway

Fun fact about itto: He will, 100%, cheer you on

He doesn’t care if you’re fighting a hilichurl or kujou sara herself, he will cheer you on, and he will be cute about it

Fucker will make you laugh in the middle of a battle while you’re trying not to get hit and you can’t even get mad at him

He’s too pretty for that

Another fun fact: watching you fight kinda gets his competitive side going 

And it’s not that he wants to fight you!

He doesn’t want to fight you!

No

He’s on your team

And what he wants 

Is for your team

To kick the other team’s ass

It’s delightful

And it adds on to the cheering 

And 

If you let Itto fight with you?

HOOOOOO BOY

This mf will show off so much

He’ll go all out if it’s for you

Honestly, he might just end up carrying you through the fight?  Either way, it’s a good time

(and i mean, kinda does it because he wants you to be proud of him, so there you go)

And if the situation is more serious and calls for less showboating, itto can still help you take care of things, he’s just a bit more serious about it

He still makes puns and jokes tho

Anyway 

When it comes to the end of a fight

Itto is,,, less careful when it comes to checking you over 

He kinda just gives you a once over, and if nothing appears seriously wrong, he’ll just keep talking to you

So if you get a dramatic injury in an easy to conceal place, please tell him

It’s not that he doesn’t care, he just

Trusts you to tell him lmao

THOMA

Ok, listen 

He isn’t as concerned as diluc, but he is concerned 

He knows you can take care of yourself, and he trusts you to do so 

But he knows accidents happen, and he wants you to be careful

And honestly?

Whenever/if ever he asks you to be careful 

He’s so nice about it that you actually start to be more careful 

You just feel bad putting yourself in danger 

Damn it, thoma, now who’s gonna make the heroic sacrifice? 

Not you, that’s for sure

Anyway

Since thoma is more chill about you fighting 

He will encourage you!

Like itto and beidou, he’ll cheer you on!

He knows you can win whatever fight you’re in, and he wants to make sure you know that, too!

He’s so soft for you, it’s adorable 

Now

Even though he has faith in your abilities 

There are times when you need him to back you up

When you need him to watch your back

And he is always down for that

He’ll make little jokes with you while you’re in the middle of a battle

Is it the right time?  Not really, but you don’t mind, because you love thoma and his jokes

And he loves you right back!

So much so that he might get distracted by watching you fight

Because, y’know

It’s hot

He might try to be subtle about it, but he can’t really hide the awe on his face

Nor can he tear his eyes from your figure as you cut down your opponents 

Actually

Please watch his back while he’s watching your back

He’ll get so distracted by you that he might get hit, and no one wants that

The Kamisato estate would grind to a halt without him :(

Anyway 

After a fight, he’ll definitely check you over for injuries 

He doesn’t try to be subtle

He just checks you over, gently

Looking over your limbs

His hands run gently up and down your arms

And his fingers interlocking with yours

Anyway 

If you are injured, he’ll get help

And if it’s something he can help with, he absolutely will

He’s very soft with you, and he might even crack a joke about how you need to be more careful

And then 

When he’s done

He takes your face in his hands

And just

Squints at you for a second

And when you ask what’s up he just

Pokes you

Says “boop”

And laughs

The auDACITY 

Jk, it’s cute

And maybe you get a kiss as an apology, you don’t know

CHILDE 

…

We all know exactly what i’m about to say

If beidou, kaeya, and itto are into you fighting

Then childe is

He’s more than into it

He sees you in a fight and he just gets ecstatic 

He’ll cheer you on, he’ll call out strategies 

And he’ll watch you with fierce intensity 

Like

This boy is biting his lip watching the way your body moves as you fight off the enemy 

There is little hotter to him than you covered in someone else’s blood, victorious after a fight

He’s so into it, it’s not even funny 

There are no jokes i can make

He’s just into it

And he isn’t really concerned for your safety 

Of course he doesn’t want you to get hurt, but y’know

He trusts your skills

And he trusts that if something bad happened, you’d tell him

And the matter would be dealt with swiftly 

Besides, if/whenever you’re in danger, he’ll usually hop in the fight with you

He likes watching you fight, but he likes fighting at your side even more

Honestly, it’s part of how he flirts

It’s almost like a dance, really

The way the two of you move together on the battlefield 

You know each other well enough to stay coordinated 

You can basically predict what the other person will do next and plan accordingly 

It’s a beautiful sight 

And a scary one

The two of you together are a terrifying team, and he knows this

And he loves it

He’ll also cheer you on during the fight

He’ll tell you you’re doing an amazing job

He’ll tell you you look hot

Cute shit like that

Once the fight is over, he checks you over for injuries

And he’s usually pretty casual about it unless the fight was more intense 

But generally

He just spins you in a little circle 

Or like

Spins a circle around you

And makes sure you’re unharmed 

And once he’s sure

He kisses you (passionately) and compliments the way you kick ass

Honestly

He kinda wants you to kick his ass

Speaking of which

Like beidou 

Childe will absolutely spar with you

Honestly, he’ll do it more than beidou

It’s another way that he flirts

He just likes the feeling of his blood pumping through his veins, rushing as he goes to counter your attack 

And no matter who wins 

No matter who comes out on top (literally) 

It’s always a victory for him

#x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #zhongli x reader #beidou x reader #kaeya x reader #diluc x reader #arataki itto x reader #thoma x reader #childe x reader

[lol-jackles]

https://awardsradar.com/2023/06/12/interview-jensen-ackles/

First of all, someone tell Jensen to check his connection before doing phone interviews, the audio is TERRIBLE and cuts out repeatedly throughout the convo. But also, someone please get this man some media training. Everytime I listen to an interview he gives I cringe so much throughout. I mean, I get that its TB and I personally don't have an issue with swearing (I do it myself way too much lol), but maybe don't in a professional interview. Also, stop putting down other shows/people to prop yourself up dude, it looks petty (Bridgerton dig).

Or maybe watch your own show because that Homelander vs SB question where he thinks they are pretty evenly matched and even the interviewer gives SB the edge (he seems like a JA fanboy tbh) but the show SHOWED US that SB wasn't actually all that tough. All the "big fights" felt... meh. SB might be volatile but if you knew his triggers he seemed annoying but not the worst to maintain/contain - literally give him some drugs and grannies and you don't have to even think about him.

Plus saying that he started to do research for his character but immediately stopped and just did his own thing for PTSD is not the serve he thinks it is. He claims he didn't want to portray someone else's PTSD so he stopped researching but if he has no experience then "doing his own thing" isn't really a good plan and honestly, the PTSD stuff he did felt... I don't know, not genuine? And not to make it a J vs J thing but we know Jared did extensive research on PTSD for Sam and worked tiny little moments in that felt very natural and subtle (notoriously his flinches at loud noises, esp when it loud noises from his brother's anger - throwing chairs, knocking things off tables etc). I know AA's always praise Jensen for his microexpressions and subtlety with acting but I find him to be mostly histrionic and he rarely does subtlety, you can see his "subtle" from a mile away. It's like he's always trying to be larger than life and it comes across as over-acting.

Link. *Me seeing it's 25 minutes long* Sigh, push play. Yeah the audio wasn't the best and listening him talk about SB's depth and I'm going "where?".

Okay, here is the PTSD part and the interviewer even referenced Dean's PTSD. Eh, didn't want to mirror another's PTSD? To quote the great Meryl Streep, you can't be an effective actor if you're not curious about people and events. When you're interested in things, you want to go deeper and you want to know more. You do the homework so that you are well prepared, which gives you the freedom to explore any avenue on the day of the filming.

I wonder if he done the character work for SB, like writing his character biography that is not outlined in the script, like what's his favorite color, does he have a sister, what's his secret, etc.  It’s one of the techniques actors are taught to fully embody their characters and know them backward and forward to help lay the groundwork for developing a strong, believable character.  

And here's the prank question because of course these always get asked. Remember kids, 90% of the prank stories are fake news.

Now the Solider Boy vs Homelander question. Interviewer thinks SB has the edge? Oh come on! Starlight was able to push SB away with a booooiiiiiiinnnnnnggggg sound effect. SB actually wasn't a solider, he mostly showed up for the photo ops after the fighting is done. SB can’t fly, isn’t fast, can’t jump that high, doesn’t have laser eyes, out of touch with technology, and he’s fairly predictable.  He should be far easier to defeat than Homelander. If you just keep Russian music away from Soldier Boy and and give him a couple of grannies and drugs, he’s content and containable. Homelander can only be contained by the tender hug of Jesus Christ. The only reason why everybody suddenly decided he's worse than Homelander and turned against SB was because he's not the main character.

To be fair, TV acting is often described as “lightly exaggerating”. For that reason I appreciated the more nuanced approach Jared took with Sam while still going above and beyond what the basic expectations are for Sam because he’s alert and always responding to what’s going around him, so he’s always changing and adapting but in more subtle ways. Jensen needs a compelling scene partner to bring out his best because his acting strength is he puts his focus on the other person.  This way Jensen doesn’t have to worry about how he’s going to say his lines and speak intuitively, this helps make his portrayal of Dean Winchester appear truthful to the audience. Jensen doesn’t go into a scene looking to do a scene, he goes in looking to be open and give over to how the other person makes him feel. That's why the only two times Jensen really shined as Solider Boy was when he confronted Crimson Countess over her betrayal, and telling Homelander what a disappointment he is. My endless complaint is SB was criminally underused on the show.

#the boys

[italoniponic]

𝓑𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓒𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓻𝔂 - mini-project

Our Friendship Won't Wither

| Notes: this one was not a repeated request or anything. It’s just that I fell in love with the idea that @that-one-fanperson sent me a request about a Reader who leaves flowers on some of the boys desks without telling them or just leaving a note. I wrote for Silver and Azul (as the request) and Epel as my own choice. But I liked this so much that I might write for some of the others as well? if i have time This one is a bit of a teaser for that lol Also that I wanted something new for Ortho since I only wrote for him once and I wanted to have more of, since he's the best for wholesome content. And there’s a lot of flowers that have meanings of friendship, so I tried to use that as well~

Ortho Shroud & gender neutral reader / platonic / wholesome / the three F’s: fluff, flower language and friendship / minor mention of Fairy Gala: What If / reader is into gardening / use of “you” pronouns

Like other classmates in Class 1-C, Ortho found it curious the strange apparition of a flower on his desk. He took it and scanned it, discovering in his database that it was an alstroemeria. It was a beautiful flower, unlike anything he had seen before with his own hands or even in the few places where he went;

Alstroemeria was very similar to lily but had small vertical streaks on some of its long petals that blended pink streaks on a white background. Ortho remembered when he helped his friends to infiltrate in the Fairy Gala, a rather fun and dear occasion for him — although it was laborious anyway;

With a little more research, Ortho found the meaning of the flower: “full happiness, longtime friendship.” He greatly appreciated the meaning. It was necessary to keep guard of it for the rest of the class, especially since Lucius was feeling disturbed by the flower’s mere presence and subtle smell — and Ortho discovered that alstroemeria was toxic to animals;

Prof. Trein asked where Ortho had gotten that flower, but he could only answer that he found it by surprise — the others confirmed his story. Although, Ortho kept to his own circuits the intuition that there was one person who might have done this little gift of appreciation for him;

As soon as the lessons were over, Ortho left the class and went looking for you through the hallways. He had mapped out a few options of where you could be before heading to the cafeteria and without error he found you on the courtyard, tending to a small creeping flower bed that Crowley allowed you to use. “Hello! Thank you for the alstroemeria!,” Ortho thanked while suddenly announcing himself;

You took a fright at his sudden appearance, almost dropping your watering can. You were also surprised to learn that the boy had tracked the flower to you so fast and efficiently. But in the end, you smiled and stroked his head, as if little Shroud was your own little brother. You were thrilled to know that Ortho was happy with your wish to have a long-lasting friendship with him;

A few days later, you were spending your time in the peaceful courtyard. Sitting on the bench, your attention was divided between the flowers growing and the tiredness of a full day of classes and lessons. Suddenly, you felt something being put in your head. Ortho then appeared next to you, floating from the bushes to the front of the bench with an amused expression;

You took from your head a crown of globe amaranths, small flowers whose small, sharp petals formed small, round globes. They were of the most delicate shade of lilac, and the pollinating parts of the flower looked like soft light yellow ornaments, speckled all over. A cute gift, no doubt;

“I searched around in my data and Globe Amaranth stands for immutability and long-lasting friendship as well,” Ortho informed you, happily. “Ah! And if you hand it as a crown, they say it brings good luck!” He had a few more amaranth flower crowns on his arm, probably for other people he wanted to congratulate. You were the second to receive, Idia still would come first in these cases;

But you didn’t care about the position because you knew that any gift from Ortho came from within his big heart and that was actually the most important to you. You gently patted Ortho’s metallic cheeks, wishing him good luck in delivering the other crowns. You both said goodbye and you sighed, but more joyfully this time. Your little friend was very precious.

#twisted wonderland #ortho shroud #platonic relationships #friendship with reader #ortho & reader #no ship no romance #twst headcanons #twst fanfic #cherry's writing #bits of cherry #twst fluff

[kitkatwinchester]

OMG I WAS RIGHT!!

IT'S THE SCENE IT'S THE SCENE IT'S THE SCENE IT'S THE SCENE IT'S THE SCENE IT'S THE SCENE IT'S THE SCENE IT'S THE SCENE!!!

IF YOU THOUGHT I WAS EXCITED ABOUT THE STYDIA PANIC ATTACK SCENE!!

JUST YOU WAIT!!!

Because the SCILES PANIC ATTACK SCENE?!

THAT'S what made me watch this show!!

THIS SCENE!!!

RIGHT HERE!!!

THIS IS THE REASON I AM CURRENTLY SO OBSESSED WITH THE AMAZINGNESS THAT IS TEEN WOLF!!!

THIS INCREDIBLE SCILES SCENE!!!

BECAUSE IT'S EVERYTHING!!!

And it's SO REALISTIC!!!!

The way that Scott, no matter how much he likes Kira, and no matter how engrossed and distracted he is by the bardo research, drops everything the second he realizes that Stiles is in distress.

The way he immediately gets up and runs to him with all of the urgency in the world, ready to catch him if he falls, and determined to get him out of there as quickly as he can.

The way he is so clearly worried and almost near panic himself because his best friend is struggling and he doesn't know how to fix it...until he does.

The way he schools his own emotions, collects himself, and keeps his voice so calm and so steady and forces Stiles to look at him and focus on him and COUNT WITH HIM.

The way Stiles turns to look at Scott, pure panic and pure fear and so out of focus and lost, but forces himself to do what Scott's asking, because it's SCOTT.

The way Scott says "five" with that little smile when he realizes it's working and Stiles is listening and he's gonna be able to get him through this and out of it.

The way Stiles' breaths keep hitching because he's so scared they'll get to ten and there will be one more, but he keeps going because Scott is asking him to and Scott is staying calm and Scott doesn't seem the least bit concerned.

The way Scott says "ten" so softly, yet so forcefully, repeating it so that Stiles can finally establish that there are ONLY TEN, and that he's OKAY, and that this ISN'T A DREAM, and that Scott is RIGHT THERE, in the flesh, HAVING HIS BACK.

The way Stiles just freezes, and his breathing evens out, and he finally looks, REALLY LOOKS, at Scott and processes that he's okay.

The way he collapses, so tired, and still so worried, but breathing and alive and HERE.

The way that Scott stares at him in concerned relief, knowing that they've gotten through the worst of it, but that Stiles is clearly still upset.

The way Scott crouches down next to him, but gives him his space, and stays calm and collected and confident and determined, no matter how worried he still is.

The way Stiles, even out of the panic attack, feels like it's all over, and feels like they'll never be able to help anyone or fix anything.

The way Scott, in not so many words, tells him that they'll figure it out, because they have each other, and that's all that matters.

IT'S SO FREAKING PERFECT!!!

You know, that near-suicide scene...

It's amazing, and it's beautiful, and it's so well done, and so well acted, and so emotional and heartfelt, and it's one of the best scenes in the whole show.

But I'm gonna be honest. I don't know if ANYTHING can beat this panic attack scene for me.

Because it's just SO PERFECT.

The acting is AMAZING. The way Dylan acts out the panic attack, the way Tyler acts out the inevitable worry that comes with being the helper in that situation, but also the love and kindness that can make or break that situation.

The realism is so on point. As much as I love the Stydia panic attack scene, in most real-life panic attacks, kissing the person probably would just make it worse, not better. But THIS situation...this is EXACTLY how a real-life panic attack would go down, and exactly how a loved one could help bring you out of it.

More than anything, it's a BEAUTIFUL, yet slightly more subtle, representation of Scott and Stiles' friendship and just how much they mean to each other.

AND I LOVE IT SO FREAKING MUCH!!!

I have class in 45 minutes, which means there's no way I make it through this episode right now, because you KNOW I'm about to keep going back and re-watching that scene over and over again, but it's just SO PERFECT!!!

I LOVE SCOTT AND STILES SO MUCH I SWEAR TO GOD!!!!

WHAT A MOMENT!!!!

As a very quick aside, can we talk about how sweet Kira is for grabbing their backpacks for them and going to look for them (even though it almost got her mauled by coyote Malia)? She CAN'T be evil, right?? (Please don't be evil. She really doesn't give me evil vibes, so I'm REALLY hoping that doesn't come back to bite me.)

ANYWAYS SCILES IS THE BEST!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

(I MEAN COME ON MAN!!! IT'S SO PERFECT!!! (Also "the nurse's office" lol) <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3)

#scott mccall #stiles stilinski #scott and stiles #stiles and scott #sciles #panic attacks #ptsd #trauma #anxiety #okay but like #seriously #as someone who has really bad anxiety #and has my fair share of meltdowns and panic attacks #this is EXACTLY what i would need from a friend #it's also what i've been lucky enough to receive from certain friends #and it makes ALL the difference #dealing with one on your own #and dealing with one when you have a friend like scott?? #it's so much easier and suddenly becomes more manageable #and that's an amazing and beautiful thing #and i'm so freaking glad #that scott and stiles have each other #because they need each other #and they deserve each other #and the love each other #and i love them <3 <3 <3 #literal friendship goals #and it's what makes this show so good #i love them so much <3 <3 <3 <3 #teen wolf season 3

[tobiasdrake]

This is either going to be a jackpot or the biggest (and possibly last) mistake of Yuma's career.

We're about to go up and visit the CEO, but Kurumi needs to pause a moment to go, "Wow, this hideous fucking abomination is way more gross and disgusting in person."

I feel you, Kurumi. If we do wind up needing to hurl Makoto from the top of this tower, I trust you'll have my back.

Security's only tight when they don't want you to be assassinated. Makoto's not on good terms with the guy who makes those sorts of decisions. This is an act of passive-aggression.

Oh, no, I had that backwards. Other way around. Since the people who would provide security are in the pocket of the power-hungry general that covets Makoto's throne, their presence in his living space would be an intolerable threat.

Did you design the tech yourself or have R&D do it? Because if someone else made the machines then that presents as much of a threat as human security.

Makoto doesn't merely have an extensive spy network feeding him information on every time someone takes a shit in Kanai Ward, but he also feels the need to flex said knowledge by introducing other people to himself on their behalf.

It's a subtle power-play. Everything about this scenario has "power-play" written all over it.

Like the way he's lounging casually throughout this scene as if to seem unassuming and hapless, but he's nonetheless in Full CEO Attire. As if to say, "Even relaxed and letting my guard down, I am still in full control of this conversation."

He has automated security, and we rang a doorbell. He knew we were coming up here. He's glamour-posing on purpose.

That's so obvious that I have trouble believing it. A secret lab inside Amaterasu HQ isn't a secret lab. That's just a lab. Having a lab in the building where labs would naturally exist makes it a lab. That's not secret, it's just classified.

Just like that, he's trying to turn the conversation around. Now he's pressing us to find out how much we know, rather than us pumping him for information.

That was a dangerous level of information to disclose, Yuma.

Oh, we should not have introduced him to Kurumi. If things with Makoto go south, we've given him a primo arm-twisting hostage to snatch up.

Right after bragging about knowing everything that goes on in this town, then telling us the "secret" lab is just a normal research lab in Amaterasu HQ.

Yeah, I don't trust a word he's saying. This was a mistake.

Now that he's weaseled out the extent of our knowledge, he's trying to downplay it. HEADLINE: Company CEO has looked into it, and decided company has done nothing improper!

Assuming, of course, that the lab you're going to take us to is the lab. I'm getting so many bad vibes about this.

So that means we can't bring Kurumi or Vivia, who we're due to hang out with in this chapter. Sucks. But sure. Show me what you've got.

Oh, I'm sure you do. Can't go now; You need some time to move the jaws of the trap into place.

Watch, Makoto winds up being the victim for this case. XD

RED FLAG. The suspicious man wants us to separate from Kurumi and tell no one where we're going before we come meet up with him. Would you like me to bring my own body bag as well?

This is going to get ugly.

#master detective archives: rain code #drake plays rain code

[nicegaai]

if i was a motivated writer id write a longass fic fleshing out the norway n iceland dna test strip / episode.. ive got so many thoughts

when hima wrote it im 100% sure he was literally just doing a bit about the history of icelands settlement but. the IMPLICATIONS of a DNA TEST. WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THW IMPLICATIONS

first of all THEY HAVE INDIVIDUAL DNA? SECOND OF ALL NATIONS CAN BE GENETICALLY RELATED TO ONE ANOTHER ?????????????????? THIRD OF ALL WHO IS TESTJNG THE GENETICS OF THESE HUMAN ADJACENT THINGS ???.???? AND WHY,??????? DO THEY KNOW WHAT THEYRE DOING?CAN THEY TELL A DIFFERENCE IDN THE RESULTS???!

now u can say no no andy. its a metaphor. no ones actually related in hetalia,theyre dirt boys from the ground. theyre talking about dna testing distantly related populations... um!!!. my city now & i think taking this at face value is FASCINATING LORE !!!!!!!!! lore that ive written excessively about in my notes app. i know nothing about how dna testing works but im one manic day away from doing hours of research on it just for this theoretical fanfic story idea. that has little chance of bein written. just fr my own peace of mind satisfaction

how do their genetics work. theyre clearly Human Enough but where did their dna Come From are they skinwalking some long dead child? or does their dna change over time like through contact osmosis? can their found family dynamics BECOME genetic family through prolonged contact ?????????????????? what did they start as and how much can they change over time? maybe to the point theyre unrecognizable?????? or are they the same? inside or outside or both,?????? would contact related genetic changes be subtle or even invisible, only detectable through dna testing? aka internal????????

now for norway and icelands case. i find it so interesting that iceland was CERTAIN he wasnt related to norway, only to be proven wrong by a test. they were BETTING on it and iceland lost a silly low stakes bet about it. i love them all. but yeah hey. the nordics all had opinions about how genetics work for their kind prior to getting the results. but they didnt KNOW how it worked. or at least couldn't remember early settlement history from memory,, whichd be a whole other thing but

so its certainly not well understood. dna testing at the time was a new science. so in the strip, its reasonable to say that nations genetics are being actively tested to understand them better, since how they work eludes not only humans, but the nations themselves. what a fascinating line of study. i wonder how many other nations were getting genetic testing done. is iceland particularly interested in understanding how they work? is he involved in this field personally? was he an early test subject, or is he late to the dna testing game for nations research? did he volunteer for this? how did he end up getting that test? was it just him trying to prove nor wrong, only to get backfired on? whats the deal wtih all of this...................i do love that i can project anything i want onto this insane early offhand loredrop. i have opinions for how i want these questions answered. but . man i really wanna research how thia stuff works so i can be annoyign in an accurate way

#p #im barely wakwe rn sorry for the . gestures at all that

[capybaraonabicycle]

Dragon's teeth🦷 and fire🔥

Thank you so much!! I will send you one, too, if that's alright <3

Still gonna talk about the cat fic because that's on my mind like every day right now.

Teeth: share a snippet that was difficult for you to nail down/required a lot of revisions.

Since I have not really done any proper editing yet, I can give you something I am not happy with yet? I might completely cut it from the work, actually, but it has changed already and probably will again. The main points are

I need to do a lot more research on dyspraxia because I want River to be a little supportive at least and not completely out of her depths like I am feeling

I should maybe not have Ryan talk about Yaz's love life behind her back? I know he's bound to be curious but I think he'd let her have her privacy and try not to get involved unless she asks him to. Idk I might keep it but make River bring her up instead? But like, I also don't think River would talk about Yaz to him behind her back and it could very quickly come off as objectifying - which she definitely isn't above but not with someone like Yaz who she genuinely cares about and who does not know her very well. Teasingly to her face? Maybe. But not behind her back.

"Mate, I'm just not sure I should be shooting a weapon" Ryan admitted. "Not that I don't want to, but - real life isn't GTA and I have not had proper weapons training - not like you or Yaz. And if you're actually going to shoot these aliens - I am not sure I can do that." There was a small pause, then River said: "The Doctor would be proud of you." "Yeah" Ryan said and Yaz could tell her was uncomfortable with the subject but secretly pleased. "Whatever." "I'll just fetch you some defensive weapons then" River decided. "To be safe. And you can be the one to apply the memory stick while Yaz and I distract them." "That means creeping around their station unseen" Ryan figured. "There were a bunch of ledges and ladders there." "I know" River's voice was more gentle than Yaz had heard it before. "But you can do this. You'll take it slow and if you stumble, you get up again. We'll give you plenty of time. Yaz is good in a fight, I can tell." "Thanks" Ryan said. He didn't sound completely convinced, but a tad reassured. For a while they were silent, the only sound their rummaging around, then he asked something that made Yaz's heart stop. "Do you fancy her? Yaz?" "Obviously" River answered. "I have not been subtle, darling." "Sorry if I originally assumed your taste in romantic partners was strange, being married to the Doctor and all" he deadpanned and she laughed loudly. "Be careful, kid, don't disrespect your dad." Ryan spluttered. "I don't think of the Doctor as my dad!" he insisted. "Oh, you do!" River said and Yaz had to bite her hand to muffle her snickering. "I've seen you two together. It's adorable!" "Whatever" Ryan huffed. "Why are you asking about Yaz?" River asked. "Want to give me the shovel talk? You should remember that you're talking to the most dangerous assassin of the 52nd century. I don't think you could threaten me if you tried." "I could hide the whiskey?" he offered. "And I was wrong" River claimed good-naturedly. "See? I know all your weaknesses" Ryan said. "No, but seriously, I'm not giving any shovel talks. I know that Yaz can look out for herself. I guess I was just curious, her being my best friend and all. Don't want her to get hurt. But like, she can make her own decisions, of course. I'm merely ready to hold you still so she can punch you when push comes to shove." "Noted" River said. "You're a good friend to her." "I try."

Mmmhya, Idk. I think there is ample reason for Yaz to eavesdrop on them and I like the opportunity to show them together a little. I like to think that they would be best friends immediately, seeing as how they spent so much time together when River was a cat. So to generally HAVE this scene is a good idea imo. But I'm really unsure about the execution.

Fire: share a snippet with some dialogue you’d like to show off.

To be fair, I am not entirely sure, Yaz would say 'no biggie'. So I might have to look for an alternative there. But I had so much fun writing that bit of dialogue:

"Great" Yaz muttered. "The Doctor's wife has kissed me. No biggie." "And she would do it again if you asked her to" River winked, pushing herself off the clothing rack and past Yaz, closer than would have been necessary. "Come on, darling, let's go save our wife, then!" "She isn't my wife" Yaz called, hurrying after her. River threw a glance over her shoulder, her eyes twinkling. "-yet." "Stop it" Yaz huffed. This was all giving her way more hope than was good for her. "Hah" River tipped her head back again, grinning at the ceiling. "Make me!" Yaz shook her head to herself. "And here I thought you were insufferable as a cat." "Oh, honey, you haven't seen the half of it yet!"

Just to clarify : Yaz loves Siren very much. The 'insufferable' refers to her aggressively shipping thasmin. Also, they haven't actually kissed. I mean, not like that. Really, for a shipping fic there have been precious few kisses so far. (but loads of platonic handholding and platonic (?) cuddling ❤️)

Hope you liked the snippets! Despite one of them being - let's say unfinished. But I am kinda thriving, having sent the Doctor away and giving Yaz and Ryan some time to get to know River before seeing them together. I think that was a good decision, for me personally mostly :)

#thank you so much for the ask!! #marvellouspinecone #Ryan x River is a great platonic ship and you can't convince me otherwise #I have actually written for them before once #They both immediately think the other is so cool <3 #At least that's what's happening in my mind #Plus River sees Ryan interacting with the Doctor and goes 'note to self: we've got a son now' #I'm still not that happy with the low ratio of Graham in this fic #I fear Graham fans will be disappointed 😕 #But there's 5 main characters AND a TARDIS (who's also so much in the background I am so sorry TARDIS my love) it's hard to juggle

[rebelangelwings]

Allie Diaz

Chapter 11: Coming Home

Get ready for BUDDIE!

"That's it, I have officially handed in my application to the social work placements on offer! Finally!" Allie exclaimed, handing Eddie a coffee she had picked up on her way over to his place.

"That's great, Allie, well done." Eddie said sincerely.

"So," She started, "how are things with Buck?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I just thought, because of Christmas…" Allie hinted heavily but Eddie didn't seem to be picking up on her vibes.

"I don't get you."

Allie threw her hands in the air, "you kissed Buck!" She stage shouted, aware that Chris was in the living room next door.

Eddie seemed to find this amusing, "that was barely a kiss. I planted one on his forehead because you were holding mistletoe and I was in the Christmas spirit. There's nothing too it. I kiss Abuela on the forehead."

"But Buck isn't Abuela, Eddie."

"Very well deduced, Sherlock," Eddie replied sarcastically and busying himself with tidying the kitchen. "You still okay to pick Chris up from school tomorrow?"

"Of course. I better head home, Erica is cooking something special apparently," Allie grabbed her coat and chucked her coffee cup into the bin. She grabbed Eddie in a one-armed hug telling him, "be safe on shift, love you."

"Always am. Love you too kiddo," then, Eddie grabbed her head and planted an over exaggerated kiss to her forehead, arrogant smirk on his face, "see! Nothing to it!

"You keep telling yourself that, Edmundo!" Allie called behind her as she left the house laughing.

Some time between the evening and night, Allie was lounging in bed, doing some noncommittal research for an assignment when her phone lit up with Buck's face, vibrating.

A pit formed in her stomach.

Surely Buck wouldn't be calling at this hour whilst on shift to discuss the latest Marvel announcement.

"Buck?" She answered.

"Allie. Hey," Buck replied but didn't elaborate any. She could tell it was bad by the not so subtle crack in his voice.

"What's happened?

She heard Buck clear his throat and began explaining, "urm, its Eddie. He, uh…there was this kid in a well and he went to get him and…and we uh, he's safe, the boy, Chim got him but uh-"

This was all too much for Allie and as brash as it sounded, she needed answers now. The wait was killing her.

"Buck. Are you telling me my brother is dead?" Allie was shocked at the solidity of her own voice. Later she would realise that she had almost detached from the situation, from the pain stabbing at her heart.

"No," Buck was quick to answer, allowing short breaths to re-enter her lungs, "but we lost him. He was underground and he..he cut his line, Allie. The fucking idiot. Fucking hero idiot. We lost radio contact and then the well collapsed and I tried, I really tried Allie but Cap has a cooler head about it and he's given us orders and - fuck I just, I thought you should know but I also…I also needed to talk to someone who lo-who knows Eddie as well as I do." She was certain by this point Buck was actively crying. She was joining him.

"You can say it to me, you know? That you love him? I know. And it's okay. I get it, Buck and I'm glad you called and that we have each other. All I can say, is that I've been through this before, when he was injured in the military. He's a fighter, Buck and he will fight to get back to his family. Always. That includes you, obviously."

"I don't know how obvious it is, Allie." Buck responded, defeated.

"Maybe not to you boys, but everyone else can see. And I know my brother better than anyone." Allie paused to discuss the current issue, "I'm going to come to where you are okay? Abuela has Chris for now and I don't think he needs to know until we have a better idea of what's going on."

"Allie, I'm really sorry but I don't think it's a great idea for you to come out here. The site is really unsafe right now, I don't even know if you would get across the safety barrier," Buck reasoned.

"I don't care," was Allie’s print reply. "He's my brother, Buck. I'm going to be there so that when you guys do get him out safe, and I know you will, I'll be right there with him. He was alone out in Afghanistan and I don't want him to be alone and hurt ever again." Allie was resolute in her decision, already putting on extra layers and gathering her coat and boots.

"Hey, Allie? Thank you. I'll see you soon." Buck ended the call as she rushed out of the front door.

Buck was largely right, in that Allie was not allowed past the security tape and those who manned it. That was until she spotted the familiar power stance of Athena Grant.

"Athena! Sergeant Grant! Please, Athena!" Allie called across gaining the attention of the police sergeant. Recognition immediately lit up her face.

"Let her through," she called with authority. Allie was allowed to pass, rushing towards Athena who looked at her with sympathetic eyes.

"Thank you, Sergeant."

"Call me Athena. How are you holding up?"

"I don't know. Just keeping the faith I guess. He'll fight for us, I know it and I have to believe it." Allie answered, strong at first but increasingly teary.

Athena placed a sturdy hand to her shoulder in place of words that they both knew would offer no comfort.

Allie was then lead towards the small building where it seemed the 118 were devising a plan to rescue Eddie. She immediately found Buck, rushing to her friend.

"Buck!" He turned just in time for the small Diaz sibling to collide with his torso. He wrapped his arms around her immediately and placed a hand on the back of her head, resting his chin much like he would do with Maddie.

"Hey, how are you doing?" He asked, ducking his head down to look into her watery and red eyes.

At this point, all Allie could do was nod. Buck understood.

"We have a plan in place, we were just heading up now to start. You are welcome to stay here, but please, for your safety, you cannot come to the site with us, okay? It was Bobby that took charge and addressed her.

She nodded and watched the 118 head out the door, each giving her a kind smile or a pat on the shoulder.

Allie only had to endure half an hour of wearing a hole into the sleeve of her jumper and gnawing the skin around her fingernails before she heard her name being called. Athena soon barged into the room.

"They've got him," Athena broke the news with a smile.

Allie launched herself to her feet, following Athena outside. She didn't allow herself to rejoice yet. No. Not until she saw her brother with her own eyes.

She didn't have to wait long. Eddie was already on a stretcher, being loaded into the back of the 118 ambulance. She didn't fail to notice Buck resting his hand on Eddie's arm like a lifeline.

"Eddie!" She called to her brother who looked at her sleepily. She rushed to his side, climbing into the Ambo without seeking permission. Noone stopped her.

"Hey, Chiquita. I'm okay. It's okay." Why was Eddie comforting her? He was the one that went missing and nearly died and is in the back of an ambulance getting stuck with needles!

Oh, Allie realised it was because she was the one hyperventilating and sobbing in relief. Oops. She made a conscious effort to take a slow deep breath.

Chimney hopped into the driver's seat, meaning there was room for Buck to climb into the back with Allie and Hen who was administering treatment.

Allie grasped Eddie's free hand like she was unsure he was actually real, whilst Buck stared at Eddie with a similar look in his eye. One hand however, rested on Allie’s back, slyly monitoring her breathing as she tried to calm herself from a full panic attack. Eddie noticed this and appreciated Buck immensely for comforting his sister while he couldn't.

Once they had pulled up to the hospital, Hen and Chim cheeled Eddie away to the waiting doctors and nurses and Allie and Buck had to part with him. Seeing him disappear through the doors hit Allie like a freight train and all the feelings both from tonight and the resurfacing ones from years before began to fall upon her, crushing her.

Hen tried to assure her that her and Chim did not find anything immediately worrying, just that Eddie was exhausted, dehydrated and possibly suffering the beginning of hypothermia. He was not dying.

Regardless, Allie had to excise herself, walking randomly through hospital corridors until she found a quiet corner and sat herself in it. The cool and hard floor grounding her, the walls at a right angle pressed against her shoulder almost like a stone hug. She tucked her head to her knees, allowing the emotions to hit her.

One those floodgates opened, she was in trouble and with no other options but to let the flood wash over her.

Buck had been watching since a minute after she had sat down. He wanted to give her space of course, and he knew that these attacks were not unusual, but it still pained him to see his friend in such anguish. Thus, when her sobs went from heart-wrenching to silent, but her shoulders continued to heave, Buck moved to her side and placed a large hand to her shoulder.

Allie didn't even notice. She was too focused on her breaths halting their journey in her throat.

She did notice when she received a firm pinch to the forearm, whipping her head up to be face to face with a concerned Buck.

"Hey, you're okay, Allie. Eddie is going to be fine, you'll be able to see him real soon," Allie was nodding, trying to convey that she understood rationally but that convincing her body of that was a whole other story. The stress of the day and the reminder of her past experience had the steering wheel right now.

"Take some deep breaths with me, yeah? Everything is okay. You're safe, Eddie is safe, Chris is safe. I'm here for you." She vaguely noticed his fingers wrapping around her thin wrist as his concern grew.

"Can you focus on your toes for me, Allie? Can you wiggle your toes?" He received a jerky nod. "That's great! Can you feel your socks on your feet? The shoes over them? Are your shoes tight, or is there wiggle room?" He knew she couldn't answer but he watched as she looked at her feet and was following his instructions.

"What about your legs? What are your trousers made out of? Can you really concentrate and feel all the muscles from your ankles to your knees, to your thighs, and to your hips?" Her breathing can stuttering back slowly. By the time Buck was talking about her fingers and hands, she had launched herself into his arms, tears flowing freely into his LAFD t-shirt.

Buck shushed her and stroked her hair, rocking her slightly while she composed herself. He was grateful to feel useful in a situation he would otherwise feel powerless in.

"How?" Was all Allie could utter to begin with but Buck understood.

"After your drunken escapades when I saw you have an attack, I did some research. I already saw Eddie do the 5 4 3 2 1 technique, but I wanted to know some other grounding options just in case. Glad I did," he finished cheekily.

"Thank you. For everything today. I think you're my best friend, Buckley."

"I'd say the same back but there's a smaller, cuter Diaz that holds that title I'm afraid," Buck replied.

"I'd be honored to be second place to Christopher."

"There you two are," Chim exclaimed, rounding the corner to their hiding spot. "Eddie's asking for you both."

Attempting to de-puff her eyes, Allie arrived at the door to Eddie's hospital room, Buck beside her. He gestured for her to go first.

"Hey big brother. What did I tell you this morning, huh? Cutting your line is not being flipping safe!" She started at him, only half joking.

Around ten minutes later, Allie didn't want to hold up the reunion any more, so sent Buck in and gave them a moment of privacy whilst she got the team coffees and updated them.

"Buck, hey," Eddie started.

"You're a fucking idiot. A stupid, heroic, fucking idiot. You know that Diaz?" Buck went straight in with no pleasantries.

"Okay, okay, Buckley, I've already been berated by my sister, you can let up a little." Buck took pity on the man who looked exhausted laid up in the white hospital bed.

"You scared me." Buck said simply.

"I'm sorry." Eddie replied.

They sat in silence.

"Buck?" He turned his attention to Eddie who looked into his eyes with such intensity. "When I was in that well, all I could think about was getting back for Christopher, because he can't lose another parent. I couldn't put him through that. But, then I also started thinking about what I want for myself…and of course I want to watch Chris grow up, graduate, be there for his first love and his first heartbreak. But what do I really want for myself? So, I fought to get out. To get back to my family. I will always fight to come home to my family, Buck." Eddie reached his hand out to take Buck's, "I'll always fight to come home to you."

Buck hoped with all soul that Eddie was saying what he thought he was saying, and that he wasn't about to ruin the greatest thing to ever happen to him. Slowly, gently, he leaned in close to Eddie, and pressed the most gentle of kisses to his lips.

It wasn't earth-shattering or revolutionary like Buck had imagined, but something different. Something better. It felt like coming home.

As they pulled apart, footsteps sounded at the door and the men turned to see a Cheshire cat grin spread across the face of Allie Diaz.

"Fucking, finally!"

#eddie diaz #buddie 911 #911 #911 fox #evan buckley #911 fanfic #buckley diaz family #buddie #911 reader #911 fanfiction #buddie fanfic #buddie fic #911 original female character #original female character #diaz sister #firefam

[clonehub]

Title: Arrival

Rating: G

Wordcount: 1,941

Characters: Jax, Kiki, Crusade Squad, JaKi

Content warnings: childbirth Author’s note: nothing graphic and nothing depressing! Jax just has a lot of feelings

Jax rolls over in bed, watching Kiki tie all her curly hair into a loose-ish bun at the back of her head. She crosses the room and deposits a handful of dirty clothing in the basket. Through the mirror, they make eye contact. Kiki rolls her eyes.

“Don’t laugh at my waddle,” she whines.

“I’m not laughing,” Jax protests. His eyes trace the curve of her profile, from her forehead down to the roundness of her belly, which she currently rubs a hand against. She’s due any minute now. “It’s kind of cute.”

“No it’s not!”

Kiki stayed with the 686th right up until her due date, so Jax feels he knows a thing or two about waddles. How Kiki walks now is much more noticeable. A proper waddle. He suspects she tried to hide it while she was expecting in the GAR.

Jax openly laughs, which draws a huff out of Kiki. To escape his teasing, she walks--waddles--out of their bedroom, likely headed to the kitchen for food. 

After getting Pai ready for the day, she and Jax head downstairs for breakfast. Pai is a bit sleepy, but she’s chattering away about cereal, her favorite food, as they descend the stairs. Jax promises her that they’ll read together before and after her nap for the day. When they enter the brightly-lit room, Kiki has her hands braced on the countertop, a deep grimace twisting her face. 

Jax has to force the fear out of him so he can speak properly. “Are you okay?”

Kiki waves her hand. “Just a contraction,” she says. Eventually, the tension fades and she’s able to stand up normally. Ridge, who’d been rubbing her shoulder through the contraction, looks at Jax with a mix of excitement and trepidation. 

Ridge missed his own girlfriend’s labor, but he was hovering when Kiki went into hers with Pai. Ultimately, he knows about the event in a way Jax still has yet to learn--a fact that creates a dark and ugly feeling in the pit of his stomach. Setting Pai in her high chair, he opens the cupboard for her breakfast cereal. 

Cord is also hovering. As are Marik, Ratchet, and Edger. They all must be their own combination of worried and excited, and their tells for it get more obvious the closer Kiki’s due date comes. Marik is trying to learn to sew a baby blanket. He’s as awful a liar as any clone, so there was no use trying to talk around the pile of scrap fabrics building in his room. Edger started down the path of learning the egg-laying practices of certain Verocian beetles, and he’s been pressing Marik to add them (the beetles, not the eggs) to the blankets. Ratchet at least has the decency to be subtle--most of his questions have been confined to the search history on the datapad from Jax that he keeps borrowing without asking. Ridge will go out of his way to suggest any range of obviously ridiculous baby names and clothes.

Cord’s been doing heavy research on all three stages of labor, as well as the fourth trimester and the first year of development specifically for Human-Verocian babies. According to Kiki, he did this with her first pregnancy, too. 

Jax is the only one who hasn’t done an inordinate amount of preparation. Feeling wildly underprepared, he shuts the cupboard, opening another to pull down a bowl and a spoon. Jax spends as much time as he can reading to Pai and their unborn child; he’d read that a fetus starts hearing at eighteen weeks regardless, and that they can recognize voices even if they’ve never seen the owner. Jax wants his child to know him. 

He starts to think this might not be enough. What if something goes wrong? Cord would be prepared. Hell, Ridge might even be more prepared. Marik has something to offer the new baby, and even Edger has knowledge to impart once the child is old enough. Jax is just Jax. 

Kiki’s sharp eyes land on him, her eyes narrowed--she must have sensed his spiral and is about to try and correct it. Instead, a hand flies to her stomach, her face pinches, and she yelps.

Five minutes between contractions is the standard indicator for the beginning of birth, Jax, remembers. He had been counting--it’s been barely a minute. Kiki is going into labor.

Cord’s already disappeared to call the midwife. Marik and Ridge support Kiki by the elbows since she can’t currently move. Jax shuffles one of them out of the way, taking his partner’s firm hand in his and laying a hand on her lower back. 

This contraction is also the longest she’s had yet. Jax’s heart starts running a race in his chest. Eventually, Kiki’s able to stand up again, but she’s clearly still in pain. 

Pai, cereal forgotten in front of her, stares at her mother. “Baby?” she asks. 

Ridge takes her spoon and fills it with cereal, prompting her to open her mouth. “Yeah, your baby sibling is coming!” he says. 

Pai looks at Ridge and then at Kiki again. “Mama and Papa go to the store now?”

Kiki closes her eyes, tipping her head to the ceiling. The pain she’s feeling now isn’t physical. “What the fuck did he tell her…” she mutters. 

“Yeah, they’re gonna go to the baby store!” Ridge says. “To get the baby.”

Kiki’s eyes fly open. “Ridge--” They snap shut when another contraction hits and she doubles over.

“Maybe worry about that later,” Jax prompts, guiding Kiki out of the kitchen. He looks at the stairs they’ll have to climb, inwardly cursing to himself. If he’d been a more attentive partner, he’d have told her to stay upstairs. Kiki wanted to have the baby in their room.

The contraction ends; Kiki says she’s able to climb the stairs, and she does. It’s a little longer til the next one, and by the time that happens the midwife is there and setting up, sticking a monitor to Kiki’s belly, speaking to her in Verocian before she remembers to switch to basic for Jax. 

Swallowing the sour taste in his mouth, Jax tries his best to make Kiki as comfortable as possible. She’d said walking helped with the labor pain of her first birth, so he holds her hands while she takes small shuffling steps around their room. He explains to Pai that mama was gonna be in pain for a little while, but that soon she would be better and they’d have the new baby. As one hour turns into two and three, and as it gets more difficult for Kiki to move, he brings her water and food since she hadn’t been able to eat breakfast. 

Finally, her water breaks and she goes into active labor. 

Kiki kneels on a pile of special sheets on the bed, rocking back and forth with the pain. Her grip on Jax’s hand is painfully tight, but he won’t even dare consider letting go. The sun outside their window shifts from a deep gold to an orange hue, marking the start of evening. 

Sweat coats Kiki’s skin as she lets out another cry, hunching forward with her push. The midwife tells her encouraging things in Verocian, counting out the seconds. Jax has been swallowing his anxiety since the morning. 

Suddenly the midwife is prompting him away from Kiki’s side to go wash his hands. She’s placed Jax in her original position with gloves on his hands before he can think. Kiki’s crowning. 

(Jax, in his attempt to understand what Kiki would be going through, had read as much as he could about this stage of birth. Naturally, none of it compared to the real thing).

He can’t stop his anxiety from spiking now. For hours, he’d been in a state of denial, so focused on Kiki’s pain and wishing she’d felt better that he’d forgotten this was also meant to be a joyous moment. Seeing Kiki in pain was tearing him apart in a way he didn’t like, but seeing his child now, only halfway in the world, makes something sharp and giddy start to bubble up in him.

With shaking hands, Jax delivers his son.

His son’s cry is powerful--judging by the gasps and whoops from the hall outside the room, everyone in the house gathered to wait for this moment. Even though he’s pale and a little purple, Jax can already tell he’ll develop the same brown skin he has. His hair is thick and dark, his little arms and legs icking the air.

The midwife prompts Jax to cut the umbilical cord. Then she and Jax move Kiki into a better position in bed while an aide cleans up the baby. 

Kiki looks absolutely exhausted, but she’s smiling. “You’re a dad again,” she says, pulling him down for a kiss on the forehead.

The midwife hands him his son. It’s been about half an hour--he’s quiet, his eyes closed with his skinny little fist pressed against his cheek. He’s perfectly swaddled in a white blanket--not the one Marik made, although Jax will be sure to put it on him later. Jax touches his hair, his nose, which will look like his. His mouth, which will smile in the same way his brothers’ do. His dark hair, which is already curling in the warm air. 

Jax has a son.

Kiki lays a hand on his arm. “Are you okay?” she asks softly. 

Jax takes a shuddery breath, failing to fight the tears that roll down his face. After almost an entire lifetime thinking he deserved nothing, thinking that he would die during the war far from happiness, he has a child.

Two children. Jax has two children with the woman he loves. 

“Alright,” he breathes, holding his son tighter. He has to wipe the tears quickly before they can roll off his face onto the baby. “Thank you. I love you. I love you.” 

“I love you, too, Jax,” Kiki says, squeezing his arm. 

Ridge brings Pai in just then. Unable to contain her excitement, she scrambles across the bed to start touching her brother’s face. 

“Please tell me her hands are clean,” Kiki sighs. 

Jax just hopes she doesn’t still think they went to any store to get him. 

“New baby,” Pai breathes. She asks as many questions as she can manage as a two year old, like whether he cried when he was born and if they can eat cereal for breakfast tomorrow.

Jax guides his daughter into holding his new son. Pai starts touching his face again. Jax remembers witnessing Pai’s speedy development (the parts that he was able to see) but he never would have expected a newborn and a toddler to be so close in size. She needs both arms and Jax’s support to hold her brother. 

Pai starts asking about his name.

“His name is ‘Dewan’, baby,” Kiki says. She looks more alert now, at least. 

“Deh-baby!” Pai repeats.

Jax takes Dewan back. His eyes have opened, and he stares at Jax for a moment before his little face crumples and he begins to cry--nothing as powerful as when he was born, but he squirms like he’s trying to escape his blanket.

Jax rocks Dewan, cooing to him in soft tones. It’s pure instinct, and it's of a variety Jax has never experienced before. Instinct was  always paired with adrenaline, with survival. Not with getting his newborn son to stop crying.

And he does, instantly. Dewan stills, his eyes opening again, like he knows he’s safe. Like he recognizes Jax’s voice. 

This time, Jax doesn’t bother trying to stop his tears.

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