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themultifandomgal · 9 months

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Ooo I have one for matt casey. Maybe reader is a halstead sister and Jay is really protective over her. He finds out she's got a secret bf and he's not happy at all but as soon as he finds out its matt, he's like "Oh I like matt. Yeah that's cool" and is super chill about it

Matt Casey- Whiplash

Matt and I have been seeing each other in secret now for many months. The only person who knows about our relationship is Gabby since she walked in on us in Matts office.

The reason we haven't told everyone is because of my brothers Will and Jay, mainly Jay. Jay is very protective of me. Any time I have introduced him to a boyfriend, Jay has to do the 'I'm a cop' scare on them and more often than not my boyfriend leaves me not wanting to be part of the overprotective family.

Matt and I are in the kitchen pretending that we aren't dating one another when Jay walks in

"Halstead your brothers here" I turn around after hearing Herrmann's voice

"Hey what are you doing here?" I ask Jay. I then notice he looks angry "what's wrong?" I frown

"What's wrong? This is what's wrong" Jay throws Matts jacket on the counter top "who is he?"

"Jay can we not do this here?" I ask looking around at everyone looking at me and my brother, my eye notice a nervous looking Matt

"Tonight I'm coming over with Will and your going to tell me who's jacket that is" with that Jay storms out of the firehouse

"So our little Halstead has a secret boyfriend" Severide smiles at me wiggling his eyebrows. He looks down at the jacket and his smile changes before gasping

"Matt? Matts your boyfriend?"

"Shhhh" I hush Severide "you know what Jay's like"

"Your going to have to tell YN"

"I know Gabs, I will but please for the sake of mine and Matts relationship all of you keep your mouths shut. Herrmann I'm looking at you"

"At least we don't have to keep quiet here" Matt says smiling

"You wanna tell Boden? Because he's gonna find out" Matt frowns then groans "then I'll be transferred"

"You won't. Your the PIC of ambo. Boden will just tell you to keep your relationship out the door" Severide says trying to make me feel better.

For the rest of my shift I'm so scared about seeing Jay and Will tonight. We told Boden about us and like Severide said Boden just wants us to stay professional and if we can't then on of us will get transferred. I grab a beer just as the front door is opened. In walks Jay and Will holding their own beers in hand

"Hey" I call from the kitchen of my apartment

"Right. Let's get down to it shall we. Who the fucks jacket was that?" Jay asks angrily

"Ok 1 why we're you in my apartment without me? And 2 why should I tell you?" I see Will sigh behind Jay

"I left my wallet here last night. I used the spare key, and there it was on the couch. That jacket"

"Jay, chill"

"Will she's seeing someone, what if he's a bad guy"

"He's not Jay I promise"

"That's what you said about the last one. Look YN I don't want you to get hurt again"

"I know, but I promise the guy I'm seeing is a good guy"

"Jay if she says he's a good guy let's just leave her to it" I give Will a small smile to say thank you

"I just want to know who this guy is"

"Fine. If I tell you you have to promise me you won't go mad"

"Can't promise anything YN" I take in a deep breath and sigh

"Fine. I'm dating Matt Casey"

"Matt?" Jay looks shocked at first then smiles "wait I like Matt, he's a good guy. Why did you keep this a secret?" I look at Jay with raised brows

"Your not serious? Your giving me whiplash" I shake my head

"Tell him to come over, have dinner with us"

"Jay I can't just expect him to drop everything"

"Just ring him"

Before I know it Matt is over with a beer in his hand chatting to Jay. Will and I are stood off to the side

"So before I was worried about Jay breaking Matt and I up, now I'm worried about Jay stealing my boyfriend" I laugh

"At least they're getting on" Will says "you know Jay just wants to keep you safe, doesn't want to see you broken-hearted again"

"I know, but sometimes it can just get a bit to much you know"

"I know" Will pulls me into him and gives me a hug before we head over to join Jay and Matt.

#one chicago #one chicago imagine #chicago fire imagine #chicago fire #matt casey imagine #matt casey x oc #matt casey x reader #matt casey #Matt Casey x girlfriend #halstead reader

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bluerskiees · 1 year

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Hiii!! Can I request a Mikey x reader where Mikey just met the reader and got to know her and the reader is like Shinobu?

Where the reader always smiles and to the enemy she's like "So we can be friends!! Oh, So I can see, you receive the proper penalty and be reborn, I could gouge out your eyeballs or slash your stomach to rip our your organs☺️"

but she's actually such a nice person when she's not fighting enemies, and so what does he think of her? :)

OH MY GOSH ANON. YOU'RE SO BIG BRAIN FOR THIS.

BONTEN MIKEY WITH A CALM BUT FEROCIOUS BONTEN DOCTOR!READER

𓇼 You were a very friendly person who was always aloof and calm, no matter what the situation was.

And this trait of yours got the other bonten members question your ability in the gruesome world they were involved it.

It wasn't as if they didn't trust their boss's choice but they did try not to be their "usual self around you much. Like for instance, Sanzu stopped doing drugs around you, Ran and rindo the sadistic Brothers made sure to never go anywhere near you with blood stains on them and koko kept his mouth shut even though it was mostly only to not say something to you that he would regret later. And kakucho along with Mochi tries their best to keep these dorks in line whenever something that seem to go out of place. More than often being the infamous bonten trio, Haitani brother's vs Sanzu.

Sure they were dangerous criminals who kill people for a living but oh man— they weren't inconsiderate pricks who would traumatize their sweet, innocent teammate for the rest of their lives.

As a doctor, you always cared for them. Everytime they got involved in a fight, you were there, wide awake in the middle of the night treating their wounds, asking them if it's okay and if they're fine or if they need any mental or physical assistance even if it was tiniest of papercut. This made the members adore you and honestly, you were just a cute little fluffball for who they would do absolutely anything— until they realized maybe you weren't all how you seemed to be?

Mikey sent you out on a mission one day along with the bonten higher-ups. And sure enough, the members were arguing with their boss for doing this? They treated you as if you're a fragile glass, spoiling you with gifts, sweets, designer outfits, rare collections, you name it. Oh‐ would you believe me if I told you even Sanzu, yes the one and only sanzu "akashi" haruchiyo went out of his way to talk against mikey this time?

Sure you said you'd be able to handle this by yourself but did they trust you? Nope. Why, you ask? Because nothing about you was scary- well, nothing except the way you often greet others by saying "yoo-hoo" after suddenly showing up next to them, often startling others.

They were still not sure about u coming along with them, afterall they never wanted to take off the precious smile you wore in your face. Eyes glistening In the sunlight. Damn— they felt too guilty for this.

The members made sure to often look for you in the middle of the fights, making sure you were always safe and not out of reach for even a second. When the fight was just about to get over, they realized something— something that they dreaded, something they hoped that never happened. You were missing. They went into full on panic mode until they spotted you standing behind some partly abolished part of the building.

"Just because you haven't been beheaded don't think that you're safe from harm. There are people like me who use poison with their swordsmanship. I may be the only one among Bonten who is unable to torture people but creating a poison that's lethal to them: that's quite impressive don't you think? Oh! Pardon me I guess you can't hear me if you're dead. Silly me!"

They couldn't believe their eyes, sure theyre heard the saying that goes.."never trust what you hear until u see it happening right in front of you" but was it really the truth? The sweet, naive little girl killing people ? Sure they couldn't believe it, but oh man, they were so damn proud after seeing you unfold right before their eyes. Sure you were charming and alluring with that sweet smile on ur face, but even with that you looked so mysterious and they finally found the reason.

Needless to say, this only strengthened the bond with the guys as they started teaching you to fight, to use guns and many more gang stuffs.

Afterall they were dangerous criminals who kill people for a living and u were an angel— but the angel isn't always one too.

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astaraelthesnek · 3 months

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Kabaneri theories by two biology nerds

Ok, I am rewatching Koutetsujou no Kabaneri and my friend is watching it for the first time with me, and we are both biology nerds, so we are trying to work out how exactly the kabane, and therefor kabaneri, work. I will be posting our thoughts and theories one episode at a time, so please keep reading these. And if you haven't watched this anime, it's great, so watch it as the fandom is too small.

Right, so in episode one we basically were just trying to work out if it is a virus/bacteria, or a parasite. We don't think it would be a virus or bacteria, as those tend to kill the hosts pretty quickly, and some of the kabane have been alive for decades. They also often make the host physically weaker, and that is clearly not the case.

So we are onto parasites. Firstly, we needed to determine if it was a parasite or parasitoid (parasitoids kill the host and parasites don't). Despite what you may think, we actually think that it would be some type of parasite, as although kabane are basically zombies, parasitoids don't stay in their hosts, and don't control them. As far as parasites go, there are many instances of parasites, animal and fungal, latching onto the hosts brain and controlling them, like the cordyceps fungus, or the tarantula hawk wasp.

So, we've determined that it's a parasite, now what? Well, how is it transmitted. Obviously, through bites, but how does it do that. We decided that depending on if it is animal or fungus based, it probably lays eggs/spores in the saliva glands in the hosts mouth, which then get into the victims bloodstream when bitten. This also means that the parasite is unlikely to be in the kabane's blood, which makes sense, as steamsmiths don't seem too worried about cleaning blood off the trains.

When a victim is bitten, the eggs/spores are released into the bloodstream, causing the infection. This then explains the slow infections, as the smaller the wound, the fewer eggs and the slower the infection. The parasite then targets the brain in order to control the new host, as well as protecting the heart. This makes sense, as the parasite would more than likely be secreting chemicals into the hosts bloodstream in order to keep it running, and give it the superhuman strength, and in order to do that, it needs the heat to work.

This also explains why they are so hard to kill (we haven't tried to work out the heart cage yet). If the parasite keeps the body running off of its own chemicals, the host doesn't need to eat, so its organs can shut down, meaning that shouting it anywhere other that the head or heart will have no effect, as the kabane doesn't need anything else to function.

The parasite theory also helps explain why Ikoma succeed in turning himself into a kabaneri. If it was a virus, as soon as he stopped cutting off the blood supply to his head, it would have continued to infect him. But with a parasite travelling through his blood, if it can't find his brain, then it might assume that it is in the wrong place, and either shut down and hibernate, or die.

Ikoma still would have gone through some physical changes, as the parasite likely releases chemicals as soon as it hatches in the bloodstream, which would permanently alter his body, sending him through the initial changes that a kabane goes through. But without the right place to live, the parasite shuts down and stops releasing chemicals, meaning that not only does he keep his mind, changes such as skin colour would likely be reversed, as he no longer has the foreign chemicals in him.

That's all we have for now, but I will keep posting our theories as we watch it, so keep an eye out if you're interested.

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campwillowpeak · 11 months

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It is the largest bony fish in the world, weighing up to 2,300 kg. And since they have so little circumference, that makes them gigantic dishes that God must have accidentally dropped while washing them one day and passed them by, because no one could have imagined this would happen. AND THEY ARE USELESS. EVERY KILO OF THAT IS A WASTED KILO AND EVERY CENTIMETER OF THEM (3.3M BY 4.2M) IS WASTED SPACE. They are so completely useless that scientists even argue about how they move. They have little control other than some small movements. Some say they need to push the water with their mouth to control the direction. They could use their tail fin EXCEPT, GUESS WHAT, what it doesn't do is grow. It just keeps folding in on itself, so the fucking cells are being made, but this floating piece of fucking junk just doesn't put them where they need to go. They also do not have a swim bladder. You know, the one thing a fish needs to make sure they don't sink to the bottom of the ocean when they stop moving and it keeps them from tipping over in the water. Already barely able to move to begin with, this creature can't stop its lagging tour across the ocean or it's FUCKED. BUT. BUT. They can get stranded on the surface! And it happens often! Because without that swim bladder crap, if the ocean pushes the finest but biggest fish on the fucking planet, you're out of fucking luck! There is no creature on this earth that needs a swim bladder more than this spit in the face of nature, BUT IT DOESN'T HAVE IT. Some scientists have speculated that when they do, they are absorbing energy from the sun because no one knows how they manage to get energy to begin with. So they need the sun I guess. But good news, when they end up trapped like this, it gives the birds a chance to land on that fucking island that is your body and eat the bugs and parasites on your skin because it's basically a breeding ground for slowly migrating parasites. Pros and cons. "If they're that big, they must be at least decent predators." No. The most dangerous thing about them is, as you may have guessed, their stupidity. They have caused the death of a person. Because a wave put him on a boat. More exactly to a human being. And in 2005 he decided to relive his mighty glory days and do it again, this time landing on a four-year-old. However, the boy was not injured. All right, fish. Great job. Fool.

They mostly just eat jellyfish, because OF COURSE, they could only eat something that has no brains and can accidentally slip into their mouths. Everything they eat has next to zero nutritional value and because it's so stupidly fucking big, it has to eat a fucking mountain of worthless jellyfish to stay alive. Silly. See that ridiculous open mouth? Don't let that expression fool you, they just don't have the fucking ability to shut their mouths because their teeth are fused together, and they can't shut it. You know why she floats around like the most horrible inflatable doll in the history of our planet. Because he's actually just as confused as we are about why the fuck he's still alive.

However, they are sometimes eaten. BUT CHUNGO WHAT HAPPENS. No animals actually use them as a food source, they usually just mutilate them for hanging out. Seals have been seen playing with their flippers like frisbees, probably the most useful thing ever to be done with them. "Wow, those are good arguments, this fish is truly proof that God has abandoned us." Yes, thanks. "But if they're so bad at literally everything, why haven't they gone extinct?" Big question. BECAUSE THIS THING IS SO STUPID IT DOESN'T REALIZE IT SHOULD NOT EXIST. HE IS SO INcapable of LITERALLY EVERYTHING THAT HE IS NOT AWARE OF BEING THE WORST FUCKING FISH EVER. And what does he do then to survive? It lays many, many eggs. Besides some bugs, there are some ants and things that will lay more. But the sunfish WILL LAY 300 MILLION EGGS IN ONE THROW. 300,000,000. SURVIVING BECAUSE IT WOULD BE STATISTICALLY IMPROBABLE, what the hell am I saying, IMPOSSIBLE, FOR AT LEAST ONE OF THE 300,000,000 NOT TO SURVIVE (which is every time they lay eggs). And this concludes why I hate this complete failure of evolution, the sunfish. If I ever see one, I plan to throw stones at it.

WHA?

WHAT FISH?

WHAT IS THIS?

WHERE DID THIS COME FROM?

WHAT PROMPTED THIS?

IS THIS THE DRAMA GOING ON?

IS IT FISH DRAMA?

I AM SO CONFUSED

SCREAMING

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gay-hoodie-boy · 1 month

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Nocturne of Gotham: Fear Toxin

Just a hurt/comfort pre-identity reveal idea i came up with in the shower, written in a screenplay format cuz it's easier :3

Uhhh... cw the first segment is. Way more angsty than i intended it to be <:3

[SCENE: A Fear Toxin-induced hallucination. NELL sits alone at a desk, surrounded by piles upon piles of paperwork. The room is dark, and a blackberry phone sits vibrating on the desk.]

[Enter NELL's family. Silently, they line up at the desk and drop another stack of paperwork each in front of him. NELL tries to reach for the blackberry to answer it, but it gets knocked away by the impact of each new paper stack. The last one to approach is NELL's MOM, who looks cold and angry.]

MOM: You never do enough for this family. Why can't you live the way you were born?

[The family exits the room single file, a small child knocking a stack of paper work over, causing it to flood the desk. NELL, in tears, scrambles through it to get to whatever he was working on. He finds and picks up the blackberry. Its screen reads "HELP?" Before he can answer it, a massive binder is dropped on the desk with a rumbling sound. NELL looks up. It's JASON.]

JASON: [Glaring] Turn your phone off. I don't care what you want, I need your services. Now. Hurry up.

NELL: J...Jason-?

JASON: Shut up and do your job for me!

[JASON yanks the phone out of NELL's hand and throws it at the wall, smashing it pieces.]

JASON: Remember your worth, Nell. You don't deserve any of us no matter how much you give.

[SCENE: A warehouse somewhere in Gotham City. Some asshole villain has kidnapped Nell, again. Nell sits on the ground tied up to a building pillar. The villain idly sits on a crate, filing their nails. Nell has just woken up from a dose of Scarecrow's Fear Gas, as a manipulation tactic fron our unnamed villain.]

VILLAIN: So. Being a tool, huh?

[NELL does not respond. He is too busy shaking in panic, and also has a gag in his mouth.]

VILLAIN: I know how you can avoid that.

[VILLAIN looks down at Nell, who only meets their gaze for a moment.]

VILLAIN: You should join me. Take over Gotham together. Nobody can use you when you have all the power.

[NELL shakes his head emphatically, huffing in a mix of anxiety and anger. VILLAIN laughs.]

VILLAIN: What? Come on, I'll treat you right. God knows these class traitor Bats won't. They think they're so great, but it's clear they're funded by someone. You and I never had that growing up, did we? Having to rely on people who looked down on us... just like you do with these vigilantes who insist your pathetic life is worth saving.

[NELL breaks the eye contact, physically unable to voice his thoughts on the matter. He shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to calm down and let the villain's words go in one ear and out the other.]

VILLAIN: Oh, I know who you're thinking of. The Red Hood, who most often comes to save you. You think he cares, don't you?

[NELL's attention is caught, and he turns his head to VILLAIN sharply, causing them to laugh.]

VILLAIN: Awww, you really do see him as your knight in shining armor! How cute! [Hops down from where they're seated, takes a few intimidating steps towards NELL.] Let me tell you something he won't, my friend. [In a low, harsh whisper] He doesn't care about you. You're nothing but another obligation to take care of, it's his job to rescue you, nothing more.

[A beat of silence follows. NELL glares daggers at the villain in spite of his tears.]

VILLAIN: And yet, you think he loves you. How quaint! Isn't it obvious th- [sudden, sharp, shout. Drops to the floor, unconscious. Standing behind them is RED HOOD.]

[RED and NELL stare at each other for a long moment, both recovering from the incident.]

RED: [glancing up and down to check NELL's physical state from a distance] I, uh... I hope you know everything they said wasn't true. Except for the job part. It is my job to keep citizens like you safe, but it doesn't mean I don't care about you.

[They continue staring in silence. It takes a moment for NELL to think about the gag, more focused on the fact that RED isn't normally so... docile? This was the most calm and peaceful NELL has ever seen him act.]

[NELL motions his head to gesture to RED that he can't talk, due to the gag.]

RED: [rushing over] Shit, right, sorry.

[RED kneels down to free NELL from his bonds. As soon as his mouth is free, NELL stretches his jaw, then speaks.]

NELL: You don't have to care, Red.

RED: [Stops working on the bonds for a beat] What?

NELL: I don't- I don't mind being an obligation to you. [Quick deep breath] It doesn't really matter to me how you feel about who I am as a person, because regardless, you come to my rescue. Every time you save me, you remind me that my life might be worth preserving.

RED: [Bashful as he undoes the bonds] That... really means a lot, knowing I can remind you of that. [The bonds are loosened and dropped.] But for the record, I do care about you. You're more important to me than an obligation, Nell. If you feel like no one's on your side, don't forget that I am.

[Both are silent for the following moments as RED assists NELL in getting to his feet and straightening himself out. The silence is awkward for a moment, but NELL displays his appreciation through a soft smile and lingering touch.]

RED: ...so. [puts his thumbs in his pants pockets, trying to act casual] I know this is farther out than usual from your neighborhood. Do you need a ride?

NELL: You have a driver?

RED: I've got a bike.

NELL: [surprised, but not upset] Like, a motorcycle?

RED: [nods] I can give you a lift back to your place. It's faster than calling a rideshare, and safer than wandering Gotham at this hour. [Affectionately exasperated] As you often tend to do.

NELL: [soft laugh] My friend Jason has a motorcycle. I rode it with him once. I panicked, but he was such a gentleman about it. Uh... I guess what I'm saying is sure, I'll ride with you.

RED: [flustered by a mishearing of the statement] You'll what.

NELL: Ride with you. I trust you.

RED: Ah. Right. [Clears throat] Uh, yeah, it's tucked away outside. Come on.

[RED holds his hand out, and NELL takes it. They chat as they begin to exit.]

RED: So... what was that about Jason being a gentleman?

[END SCENE]

#pen of the prince's heart #a heart for a hood

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tiaamorosa · 3 months

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Sunset Died - Keaton Family (18 Pics)

Most of the inhabitants lost their homes in the catastrophe, but some were lucky enough to find intact properties that were still suitable for living in. And so Marty was also able to find something for his family. And If it hadn't been for him, his wife and young son might no longer be alive.

Many things in the house had to be replaced. But the family was lucky and received generous support. Although Justine would have preferred to do without the help. "You like that, huh? I would have preferred to buy it for you myself, but instead it came here at the dirty hands of the Altos. Hh… and your dad? He can't work as an athlete anymore. His back has suffered a lot, and all because he wanted to protect us".

It's just like Justine said. Marty just wanted to protect his family. While the whole house collapsed on top of them, he threw himself over his wife, who was holding their baby as tightly as she could. The debris landed on his body and caused some damage, which is why he is still often in pain. And so he is no longer fit to be a top athlete. His body has also lost a lot of muscle mass recently. But things should get better again.

Little Kenny is now one and a half years old and is developing very well. Even if his diet so far only consists of vegetables and fruit porridge. "Hey, are you ready?"/ "mhmh…".

The family is not alone, they have a little roommate. The little old cat had a lucky escape. His little tail had to be removed because one of the impacts had sent him flying through the air and he landed a little unhappily, breaking the little appendage. But he is coping well with his little stump. "mrrau".

There was never anything more important to Marty than fitness. He had trained for several hours every day. He had to take long breaks because his body needed to recover. From a medical point of view, he could only be helped as much as the circumstances allowed. No major surgery could be performed. But physiotherapy… "Food is ready".

Everyone took a plate and then sat down at the table. And like every time, Justine was silent for most of the meal. "Hey, the waffles aren't that bad…"/ "You know I have no problem with your cooking, Marty"/ "yeah, I know…. it's because of everything here… Hey, we're fine"/ "we're fine as long as I keep my mouth shut…you know how it is for me as a cop? ".

"hey, honey… I know you'd like to take them all to jail at once…"/ "It's not okay what they're doing here with the others. I'm only privileged because I'm in the police force and I've been made privy to everything. And yet I don't know what this is all about… they could help everyone here.".

"They're probably following some kind of perfidious plan, I don't know"/ "For sure, and I'm sure I'll figure it out at some point. I'm already glad that I can use my laptop, even when there's no internet… I was able to back up the entire archive of the station on it."/ "Welcome to the digital age…".

"I know you just want to do your job properly. But you're really doing a lot by helping the others"/ "since the whole thing happened… There's hardly any crime anymore, but… I miss this work, you know? There would be enough reasons to put them in jail. If only I had at least some kind of contact… I know they have a radio for communication, otherwise nothing would come in from the outside".

"I'm also getting tired of depriving others of something. Look around you… Unlike others, we almost live in luxury. The stove, the shower, our clothes… I'd just like to invite someone over again and not have to hide anything."/ "Surely some of them have already noticed what's going on here…". Marty held his wife's hand. "Probably, yes. I'm glad this house was still in such good condition, we didn't have to do much."

Justine got up to clear the dishes. She had a wistful expression on her face. "I would have just… Really liked to have picked out a few things myself, paid for with our own money… Instead, we live in second-hand furniture that they imported from somewhere"/"but you have to admit, our bed…it's good"/"hnhn… Yeah, sure. The weather's bad, we're staying in today. On a Sunday of all days…"....

"Hey, Kenny, are we playing airplane?"/ "hnn, yeah…"/ "I'm so proud of our little one. Luckily he didn't get hurt"/ "he had a double Protection shield right away…I wish we had gone on this trip. But you didn't want to because he was still too little"/ "I regret it a bit too…I'm going to do some work on the PC now".

When Justine became pregnant, it was a bit of a shock at first. After all, they actually wanted to enjoy life together for a little while longer and, above all, work on their careers. But the closer they got to the due date, the more they looked forward to their first son together. If they had lost him, they would probably have lost themselves too.

Even if the Internet is not available at the moment, there is still plenty for Justine to do. Sorting through folders, looking at open cases and processing them if necessary. But the last major incident was some time ago. "VJ took a few things without asking… . Honestly? I would probably have done the same if I'd lost everything and I was really hungry.

Nothing passes you by without a trace when you're doing everything you can to keep your family safe… The bruises have long since faded, but the scars caused by the falling debris and sharp edges will probably last a lifetime. "I'll do some careful training. At least the arms and shoulders… My beautiful muscles, all gone…".

Marty is trying to get back into shape. His mind is strong, but his body is lagging behind. Although he can no longer work as a professional athlete, he can offer others a good workout. From time to time he even works as a snitch for his wife. He can be charming and friendly while also teasing information out of others.

All is well in the Keaton household for the time being. The only question is for how much longer. Justine is under pressure because she knows more than the other inhabitants. The town and national borders are cut off from the outside world. So far, no one has set out to look for survivors, except Agnes. And normally she should be back by now.

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@greenplumbboblover 😊😗

#sims3 #screenshots #simsstories #sims3 story #sunset died #post apocalyptic #marty keaton #justine keaton #keaton family

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stormyoceans · 2 years

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Top 5 Most Embarrassing Moments 🤭

Let's hear 'em!

WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO EXPOSE ME LIKE THAT SFJKSGFJSGDJ i mean, sure, why not.. im just gonna put them under a read more though because this is probably more than anyone would ever want to know about me ;;;;;;

1. one time a dude walked in on me while i was peeing in a public restroom because the lock on the door was broken and my friend, who was supposed to KEEP WATCH EXACTLY FOR THIS REASON, was too busy texting her boyfriend to notice..... the dude was super nice about it, but my shame is endless..

2. when i was in middle school, the main entrance of our school building got flooded (back when it used to rain a lot, sobs) and we had to get in from a side door, but there was a GIANT PUDDLE in front of this door too, and the ground wasn't concrete but earth, so there was mud everywhere. what happened was that while everyone else walked AROUND the puddle, like any sensible human being would do, i looked at it and thought: yeah, i can jump this. i could not jump that. i slipped, ended on my ass, and had to walk around all day with a giant mud stain on my jeans that very much looked like something else

3. this is similar to number 2, and idk what it is with me, pants and water that just.. doesn't work, but basically there's a park near my workplace where i often go to relax on my lunch break. last year i went there one time after it rained in the morning, but by lunch time the sun was out and the (wooden) benches looked dry enough to sit on. GUESS WHAT they weren't dry enough. and i didn't notice it until my butt was soaking wet and i had to do a walk of shame back to the office and try to dry out my pants under the hand dryer in the bathroom......

4. bit of a tmi about me: my jaw is kinda fucked up? it's hard to explain it but when i was 21 my jaw locked shut, i couldn't open my mouth basically, so i had to go a year eating only liquid or mashed food before having surgery, and it's much better now, but i still can't open my mouth wide like everyone else. all this to say that one time i was having dinner at this burger place with friends and friends of friends, and i had to ask cutlery for my hamburger because i can't bite into it, so i got some weird glances and one of my friend explained why i had to ask for them, which led to questions, and what you need to know about me is that im terribly shy and awkward and i don't do well when attention is on me. so after i was done talking about the surgery i went through, what came out of my mouth was: "so, yeah, i can't suck dicks anymore, but at least i can still eat bread, haha." THE SILENCE that fell on that table...... and this is why i never go out ;;;;;;;;;;

5. idk what was wrong with me as a kid, but until i was 10 i had zero sense of recognition. i would be running around and then went to hug someone FULLY CONVINCED they were my mom, or my dad, or my older siblings, and every single time THEY JUST. WEREN'T. and yeah i was a kid, but believe me.. it was pretty awkward sometimes

#me: im actually pretty shy #also me: [proceeds to say way too many things about me]#at least you can't say i don't commit to these things sfjksgfk #thank you for asking!!!!!#victooooorius #m: ask

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the-firebird69 · 8 months

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It's a few more things they're changing here or are odd

-they don't have an attitude for the job here and a lot of them don't want to continue and just sit here and we need solutions and he says take over there places and it's a good idea or remove it and get the land we're going to do that there's two things we can do

-we also have a situation with the morons here who are bad-mouthing us and blabbing they keep saying stuff that he's saying, to rile people up and he's successful in some cases we want to shut him down and we have to and we're playing ourselves and we see what happens and we want to exclude him from here and we know that that's coming and he says it probably won't happen with this blackship here and that's why they keep it here and it harm to themselves. Once the black ship is out stand Mac died and will be fighting the empire over the airspace and The shield airspace and it's true and foreigners will be trying to keep them both out and it's going on now a little so the idea is the ships leave morlock are out and and it's true.

We're publishing now it's important

Thor Freya

It's good thinking and we knew it would happen that way but it really is starting to happen now and people want the damn ships out and scavo is not being attacked it's really off Africa but they have not done that stuff and we think that it is after they physically attack and we think the warlock might be the ones who do it because Tommy avenue that when he does it the morlock go nuts and try and take things and get hit for a stupid reasons and it causes infighting

Hera

We're moving out now but there are a couple other things that are changing here

-not only is it leadership but it's going to be a motif and they're going to be about law and order and a lot of it is going to be directed at our son and then to be fighting each other and the empire is going to be fighting them and the foreigners will move in because this is the fight that will attract them and it won't last long Believe it or not the max are pretty big still and these guys have to start using different techniques and get pushed around like the warlock and their motifs and their themes are like theirs and a cheese and don't work and a nasty and a sense is good they'll fall in the max will be attacked at the same time and I understand that thinking and he's going to go through more time with very little but his enemies have been backstabbing him right next to him will be dead and dying in front of him and there's a lot of them and he knows it and he says I'll pick up a wallet or two and he means people will die and drop money and things and he's got money that way cause it pennies from heaven and it does happen and these people are slobs and it's going to happen more often than people think so maybe he'll get in trouble with social security if people are giving in kind.

-there's a lot of other things happening but this is a big one so we're going to publish

Thor Freya

Olympus

Zues

I'm going to go after dan for his comment he's such a rude little f** and is losing tons of stuff. Actually meeting with this girl Wallace is going on Megan and we're going to say a place and start building she can't keep up with production and it's an opportunity we can't resist

Hera

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nocturne-daemon · 9 months

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Vent-

I don't know who's going to hear this, but I wanted to say something regardless. I'm seriously breaking down, normally I get over things within a day or so, but for some reason my mind just won't let go this time. I don't know what the fuck is so wrong with me. I hide so much because of trauma that makes it hard for me to process my emotions or be vulnerable. I feel like I've been spiraling but no one notices. But maybe that's my fault for always isolating myself, people have just come to get used to my absence, and I don't think anyone would think to come looking for me if I really disappeared for good. I'm not speaking about any one person nor do I mean to offend or upset anyone, this is probably just my severe depression and paranoia getting the better of me when I say I feel like all my relationships with people are withering, that people are starting to walk away from me, replace me, forget about me. It doesn't help that my own mom doesn't seem to care that we haven't seen each other in years or that she's going to move away all the way to Spain. She just dropped that bombshell on me so casually, only brought it up because we were talking about travel, like just how long was she going to wait to tell me?

I can't help but notice that when things get bad, people tend to disappear, like if I'm not being a ray of sunshine in everyone's lives then I'm not wanted. I completely understand that people have their own struggles and don't always have the energy to help others, which is why I often keep things to myself, I won't ask for help from people who need it more than me, nor do I want to put any obligation on people. I've been wanting to reach out to my best friend for help but she's going through so much herself right now, it'd be inappropriate to dump my own problems on her. It's not that I don't enjoy helping others, if I could I'd take every ounce of pain from my loved ones, donate every penny I have, lay down my own life if that's what it took. I still try to remind my friends that I still love and appreciate them and I really hope it's reaching them. Despite that I still destroy my relationships by putting up walls because I don't want to get hurt. I've been concealing something more because it's a problem that I don't know how to confront or process because no matter how I approach it I'm going to ruin things or cause some kind of damage.

Beyond my self centered "I'm lonely and have abandonment issues" crap, I have other things I don't talk about that just sit in the background like my physical health and my living situation. I have dental issues that I'm gonna have to pay out of pocket for, I have a problem with my kidneys where I don't process certain nutrients properly, which is why I'm so skinny and I think is the cause of my chronic fatigue, which is pretty bad but I don't know if people would qualify it as a disability, I have a benign (non-cancerous) tumor in my breast that I constantly fear will change into something serious or stop my plans for getting top surgery. I have other health concerns too but I'd rather not talk about those.

I live in a shitty right wing dangerous city with a toxic and abusive roommate. She's completely narcissistic and has severe anger issues that she always takes out on other people, especially her girlfriend, son, and me. She constantly berates and talks down to people while she places herself on a pedestal. Even trying to talk to her calmly about issues just ends with her blowing up and threatening to have us kicked out. She doesn't care about anyone's issues unless it impacts her somehow, and even still she sticks her nose in our business and starts trying to have her input or even control us. Everyone is just complacent with her bullshit and it drives me insane and makes me feel hopeless and defeated. I'm forced to keep my mouth shut too because I don't want to be the reason my family ends up homeless. And it's not as simple as just moving into our own place, California is already expensive as hell and social services keeps cutting my work hours AND taking away from my dad's disability checks.

My mental health has been the worst out of everything. I take my meds everyday but it can only do so much. I'm struggling and hurting so goddamn much. It's gotten so bad it's really starting to scare me, I often think about hurting myself or even suicide. I think about how to do it, the least painful way, and weigh out the consequences. I've had a problem with self harm in the past and I've admittedly relapsed a few times. It's shameful, cowardly, and I don't know who I can talk to about it because this kind of thing will put you in a hospital if you go a therapist or doctor. I want to give up. I want to give up so fucking bad.

#there's a hurricane passing by California and I low-key hope it knocks over the tree near my room and kills me

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ashwithapen · 9 months

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(CW for referenced/implied self-harm, implied dissociation)

"one day. maybe not now, and maybe not for a while, but one day."

i wrote those words once, some years ago now. i put them in my ipad's notes app, probably late one night when i shouldn't have been up, shouldn't have been on my ipad, shouldn't have been crying in prelude. i wrote those words to hear what i needed to, the voice inside me wrapping my naked body gently in my own arms and smothering the growing pains, not in my legs, but my lungs, it seemed, breathing aching and stuttered at best.

i don't remember most of it, instead preferring to forget my forgottens and be done with the whole thing. why should i need to remember that i don't? why should i need to know that something in my memory is amiss? but i remember you, light. i remember the warmth you shed upon me in the growing dark of the evening. i remember the numb transition from cold tile and warm blood to warm water and then cold air, softly kissing our cheeks where they poked out from beneath the blanket that was more a home than the walls around us. i remember it without question: "oh dear, sweetheart. we can't have this happening. let's get you cleaned up." and for why i should be a sweetheart, and for why i should deserve your care, and for why i should not have just keep lying there in the shower, waiting for something gentler than the painful reminders that were going to sleep, and waking up, and going for 18 hours, and winding up in the shower again just to be bathed in deep red—my very own. and for why? not what; what is too easy, is too specific, too general, too cliche, to falsely layered with what my mind tells me is manipulation. don't tell me a thing that starts with your "because". tell me for why.

to write, i hope so damn dearly. for why: to write, to become the author, to become the creator, to finally say everything that sewed lips failed to. to scream and be heard, to talk and be heard, to sigh gently and be heard. to raise awareness, not in the way that makes me the fighter, but in a way that makes me the poet, the bard, the reminder as they were for me that you can do this and make it to "one day".

"one day. maybe not now, and maybe not for a while, but one day."

i still finger over the words in my mind, still have them tossed to my corner of this unending consciousness by somebody who'd been lurking in the bright, blurry shadows. when they came back from their trip and turned my mother's perfume sour just by twisting their key in the lock, i swallowed far too hard (so hard i must have buried my tongue down there) and felt the words on the cold metal and glass run in front of my eyes all over again, the prior six weeks be damned.

i still feel them fluttering like a mindless little thing in a glass cage, wings like the most precious paper, body the most vulnerable thing alive. my ribcage, i suppose, and the flutter the stutter of my pain-wrung lungs, and the body my heart, anticipating the other shoe dropping. and the whole mirage dares to name itself "hope": the fissures in the glass, the walls of this cage, of this house, this family, the smothered gasps as my bedroom door shuts behind me, hands on my mouth and nose, and the feel of the back of my head knocking against tile again in the same old hideaway shower. despite it all, the mirage dares to name itself hope, and with bitten-back cries, it will have to be enough.

"one day. maybe not now, and maybe not for a while, but one day."

when i looked in the mirror the other day—the two of us, actually—and saw our lips pinch up in the corner, knowing it was you outrightly, i heard the words again. this was no 'she', though. while she does come by, that day it was you. i've known you for as long as my memory goes back, haven't i? you came with my return (assuming i'd been here before) and flipped the switch that was a hand on my shoulder amidst the meetings, the arguments, the dinners (which often were all the same).

and the other, other day, when i brought up with dad the topic of how to save us. and he said in return: "you cannot make life-changing decisions at 17. you need to focus on getting into university." as if university will not also change me. as if i'd not always wanted this more than education. as if i haven't wanted this for as long as my memory dares to go back. and i pray that our mother will hear us out, and that when i turn 18 my voice will finally matter, and that by next summer it will be as i imagine. i plead it, i plead it, i plead it. and i try to ignore whoever it is telling me that realistically nothing will change, and nobody will hear us, and our voice still will not matter, and that a year from now this body will still be unrecognizable until another, further "one day", maybe even after i get that rolled paper that means i'm not a sham. your hand rests on me again as you read over my shoulder and we both know what i refuse to write. please.

but it's always been about hope, hasn't it? since i first wrote that sentence and let it plague me, going on some four years now. four years. it doesn't sound so long, i suppose, until you realise how many weeks that is, and how many days are in a week, and how different 13 and 17 are as ages. if i could show that kid one thing, i look to my right and think it might be instant mocha, not for anything but the mundanity, for the proof that i'm still here. these next few months are going to get pretty tough, but i'm still here. just so that the kid knows there's one more person out there on their side. hope is nothing new, but damn, i'm surprised it's still kickin'.

but you know me now, the words come from nowhere, as if, ironically, i should know what they mean. i can see it clear in my mind: in the dark, a character spins, wide-eyed, holding a flaming torch out in front of them, and calls into the nothingness "who's there" or "show yourself". "who do i know now?" i wonder, and only everyone comes to mind. the light, soul, hope, pride, myself, this house. if the answer is even one of those, i'd like to say yeah, i guess i am getting to know you. i want to sit cross-legged at your feet and look up and keep getting to know you. tell me your stories, just know that i'm still wearing children's skin—in other words, please be kind.

dizzy is a good word. my head spins with your presence, and suddenly i'm forgetting who i am. the other day i smiled, sitting on my sofa, when i remembered how much i love to write, how proud of how far my writing is coming, and that i'd just toured universities and spoken with the professionals. it's weird to forget yourself; it leaves you feeling dizzy.

and what if i did not stop? if i stayed here until the ritalin wears off, shoved more leftovers in my mouth, took another dose, made more instant mocha, and kept on going, filling this document until it overflowed? i smile when i realise that that is what it is to be an author. i smile when i realise i am becoming myself.

it's always when nobody's home that it's cold, and always when i'm confined to my bedroom that the air likes to bubble over, spilling sweat on my forehead and pillows. if that is the case, i hope the sun never comes out. i hope to keep this childhood home as mine and mine alone, hope to be the only one walking down the hallways, the only one wiping water from the kitchen counters, the only one sprawled on the sofa. and as the cold wind blows, yet again the words rewind and replay.

"one day. maybe not now, and maybe not for a while, but one day."

#ash writes #ooh this was a fun one :D #lmao #drabbles #life writing #writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writers #spilled ink #dissociation #trans

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somethinginthethunder · 2 years

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luisa stopping her gf from getting in a fight

``stopping you from getting into a fight``

notes: none!

warnings: mentions of fights.

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-luisa, as we all know, is a sensitive individual

-and that's one of the things you loved about her!! you loved that she was so expressive and was able to open up about how she was feeling

-it made your relationship a whole lot easier since communication was basically your guys' thing

-some other people, however, seemed to not like the way she carried herself

-two young women (who you happened to know and, news flash: did not like) would often look at your girlfriend in distaste, asking why she was so strong yet so "emotionally weak".

-the first time you heard this your immediate instinct was to say, well, she wasn't emotionally weak. she was just being human.

-but you decided a second afterward that it would be better to just not engage. you had a past of getting into... heated arguments, and you weren't ready to spark that up again just yet.

-that would've been the end of it if they had just shut up after that one time, but of course they would not keep their mouths shut

-eventually their opinions would drift over to luisa, her insecurities already re-emerging.

-you always reassured her that she was perfect just the way she was. her family had showed her that as well.

-despite all this, the womens' nasty words still got to her head

-the two of you were taking a walk in town, your arm looped through luisa's when you spotted the gossipers just around the corner

-they were whispering and laughing to each other, staring at the tallest madrigal like she was some kind of spectacle

-when you looked up at your girlfriend you could see she wasn't doing very well that day. perhaps it was the teasing alone or just nothing had gone right prior to this situation, but there were tears forming in her eyes by the second

-'alright', you thought. 'that's it.'

-luisa's tears would stop forming the moment she realized the disappearance of your body next to her. when she looked back at the two ladies you were stalking towards them, like a predator about to catch its prey.

-"you got something to say to her?" you challenged, crossing your arms threateningly.

-they'd pause and take a look at you, snorting in laughter. they weren't about to take you seriously just quite yet.

-"why? you gonna beat us up?" they joked. "it's unfortunate your big bad girlfriend can't do it for you. she's too scared, isn't she?"

-rolling your eyes, you shoved your sleeves up your arms and said, "nah, she's just classy. i'm not, though."

-as a kid and younger teen you were known to be a trouble maker, getting into fights and arguments with people you despised despite the fact that you were smaller than most of the people you knew

-everyone had thought you shed that part of your personality a year ago or so, but it seemed they were wrong

-they wouldn't tell you, but your 'prey' were intimidated, having known your past of getting your hands dirty

-just as you were about to reignite your infamous reputation, you felt a soothing hand on your shoulder.

-"hey, let's just go, okay?" luisa asked, trailing her hand down one of your arms and intertwining her fingers with yours.

-"what, you think i can't handle them for you?" you partly joked, lowering your fists from the fighting position you were previously holding.

-"no, i think you're more than capable," she waited a moment and pursed her lips, her eyes looking toward the two girls tensed up with both adrenaline and intimidation. "but i also think that they're not even worth our time. besides, you taught me having emotions is more than okay, right?"

-it had taken you a moment, but you eventually realized she was right. why did you care about what these two thought? you wouldn't even care enough to wish them a happy birthday if it were ever that day.

-your shoulders lowered, and with that so did the girls'. gripping luisa's hand you'd nod to her and then give them one last glare as if to tell them 'you got off easy this time.'

-then your wonderful girlfriend would lead you away and back on track with your walk, giving you a loving kiss when nobody was looking.

#luisa madrigal x reader #luisa x reader #encanto #encanto x reader

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erensrag · 3 years

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bimbo!reader x judgmental nerd eren

eren x y/n (wc: 3173)

warnings: nswf, slut shaming, slight dubious consent

i don’t think i did this correctly….

"no please, take your time. it's not like we've been here for hours." eren's sharp voice brings you out of your thoughts.

his piercing gaze is right there to meet yours when you finally stop staring at the wall. you chew on your pencil, quickly diverting your attention to the paper in front of you. you've done your best to avoid looking at him the majority of the time you've been here.

it's not your fault you can't look into his eyes for longer than a second. he's the one who's always observing you with that cold, calculating stare. you've been on the end of judgmental looks and not so quiet whispers for years now and have learned to not let them bother you—well you thought you mastered the art of simply ignoring those kinds of people. until eren.

you didn't even know he existed until a few weeks ago. the introduction for you two consisted of a simple bumping into each other in the crowded hallways of school, it ended with him bitterly muttering something about idiot cheerleaders as he stumbled away. not even sparing you a second glance. after that, you saw him often and he made his dislike for you evidently clear.

which makes no sense. how can someone not like you?

it's usually jealous girls giving you the stink eye and making up the ridiculous rumors. they're the ones who don't want to associate themselves with you. not nerdy nobodies who can't walk without stumbling over their own two feet. no, people like him usually worship the ground you walk on. or at least drool a little.

seriously you've tried everything to get rid of that menacing stare and frigid tone he always greets you with. it's like he's immune. "jesus y/n, how dumb are you?"

and they definitely don't talk to you like that. you know you're not the brightest, which is why your teacher got this jerk of a nerd to tutor you right before exam week but is that really an excuse for him to treat you like this? biting the inside of your cheek, you nudge a corner of your sweater until your left shoulder is exposed. leaning forward and batting your eyelashes which gets no response from him other than a blank stare. "i'm not dumb. i just don't get it." you pout. "can't you just tell me the answer? we've spent like thirty minutes on this question."

"thirty minutes cause you're an idiot." he mutters more to himself.

"i'm trying my best!"

"you should've learned this months ago. you would've if you didn't spend your time skipping class to hang out with your pig muscle boyfriend."

"he's not my boyfriend..." you go back to chewing on the pencil.

"so you just make out with any guy behind the bleachers?"

"you seem to know a lot about me." you look at him again, that stupid cold stare looking back at you through those glasses.

"who doesn't. you're y/n. the whole school knows of your...activities."

"those are just rumors." some of them are. most are true. you enjoy living life to the fullest. it's not your fault the people in your school saw a confident, attractive woman and instantly decided to put less than appealing labels on her. "and besides they're none of your business."

"whatever. just solve this, this is taking longer than our usual sessions and my mom will be home soon."

you groan, looking down at the textbooks and not understanding a single word. “please just tell me the answers.” you ask one last time, desperate.

“no.”

you huff, returning your attention to the book. “you’re going to age badly with all that scowling you do. just so you know.”

“shut up.”

"eren..." you say after five minutes which causes a frustrated sigh to leave his lips. "do you have an issue with me?" it's been four sessions of the frigid tension he always puts between you two and there's a lot more to come before graduation so you just want to get whatever problems he has with you out of the way.

it takes a few seconds before he's looking up from the textbook, pushing his glasses up as he sends you probably the most intimidating glare you've seen from him. "excuse me?" the very tone of his voice has goosebumps forming on your skin but you force yourself to stand your ground. you're not going to let some loser who's probably never even kissed someone to look down on you.

"you— you just seem to—"

"i don't have an issue with you y/n." he slams the book on the table causing you to jump. "having an issue with someone like you would imply i care enough and trust me i'll never care for such a ditzy little slut who doesn't respect herself."

you've been called worse than that and usually by scorned boys you hooked up with. but they were popular gym rats, not some overconfident lanky freak. you had a snarky reply on the tip of your tongue but with the cogs in your brain suddenly malfunctioning, you could only stutter out a pathetic, "i—i'm none of those things!"

"really?" he scoffs, actually getting up and walking over and as he does you think maybe it would've been a safer option to just keep your mouth shut. "wide doe eyes without nothing behind them. check." he starts. "plump lips perfect for what you do best. check." and the asshole has the nerve to slowly swipe his fingers across your bottom lip.

you should stand up, tell him to go to hell and get out of here but you're frozen. limbs not moving an inch as he continues, "empty little head. check. skimpy outfits to attract attention. check. i mean let's face the facts.."

you never would've thought the loser that always sits in the back of the class with his nose buried deep in a book would speak like this to you. it's insulting. freaking degrading. he knows nothing about you and yet he has that expression on his face like he does. "if i'm such a ditzy little slut as you so nicely put then i'd be jumping at the chance to hook up with you but here we are." you seethe.

that seems to finally strike a nerve as he scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. you cut him off before he can defend himself.

"is that it...you're angry i haven't made a move on you because that's what sluts do isn't it? bone everything they see? is your pride wounded that i don't see you in that way, eren?" you let out a mirthless laugh. "well news flash, pretty girls like me don't go for freaks like you."

you got up, ready to grab your things and run out all while trying to ignore the nerves inside of you. he just stands there, rigid and glaring. "really?" he asks once your books are back in your bag.

"y—yes. now if you'll excuse me—" your wrist is being grabbed before you can take another step and for a second both of you are stunned, you mostly frozen in your spot because this creep has the audacity to touch you after everything he just said. you don't know what his excuse is but he only stands there like a shocked puppy before pushing you on the desk.

a gasp escapes your lips at being manhandled by him of all people, what the fuck is he doing? you're on your stomach, feet on the ground as the fucker puts a hand on your back, keeping you there. "w-what are you doing?" you pant out, bewildered at everything that just happened.

"i..." he trails off, not saying anything before manhandling you again. only this time it's for you to lay on your back and fuck, you could fight back. he's surprisingly strong for such a lanky freak but you're a cheerleader who does complex moves out on the field almost every day. you could kick him off, slam that big textbook in his face to the point his nose breaks and run out, making sure to report him.

but you don't. it's not that you can't. for some reason, you just don't want to. maybe it's curiosity, to see what exactly he plans on doing. to see if a loser like him actually has the balls to do anything but back away and apologize profusely.

"you're not fighting back." he simply says, sounding a bit confused as he comes to lean over your body. his hands on either side of your head as he stares down, those stupid piercing eyes staring down at you. "why?"

"shouldn't i be the one asking the questions here? like why the fuck you have me on this desk?"

he raises an eyebrow, leaning back and grabbing your thighs causing you to squeal in surprise. he spreads them, raising the dress you’re wearing until it's pooling at your stomach before you can even blink.

shit. what's wrong with him?

what's wrong with you? you should be kicking at him, you could easily shove him off. you could do it in a blink of an eye so why the hell aren't you.

where there's supposed to be fear...there's only anticipation. "you really are a slut." he laughs cruelly, pulling your panties down until they're completely off. where he throws them, you don't know. probably in some corner to hide so you forget about them, who knows what a pervert like him would do with it?

"you barely know me and yet...look at this." you shudder as his finger circles your clit before swiping across your cunt, bringing his hand up to show you your slick as if for emphasis.

"shut up." you grit through your teeth. "you're—" you don't have time to finish your insult before he's kneeling down, tongue immediately latching onto your clit.

your nails instantly scrape against the desk, shuddering as he begins to suckle on your clit. his tongue delves into you, fingers digging into your thighs on purpose as if the freak wants to hurt you. you can play that game too if he wants, fingers going to grab at the strands of his dark hair, pulling as you ground your hips against his annoyingly experienced tongue.

usually, your sexual partners don't willingly choose to eat you out but here is he. practically eager to get to business. he acted so high and mighty and still has the gall to continue doing so yet he's the one on his knees right now. freaking nerds are so easy. even overly judgmental ones with sharp gazes.

he’s basically lapping at you, moving from sucking your clit to eagerly drinking up your juices. never coming up for air as if he was made to simply do this. "f—fuck." you didn't want to make any noises, any implications that what he's doing is actually making you feel good but dammit it's hard when a tongue is diving deep into your most sensitive parts.

a particular bite has you instantly bringing your legs together but he quickly grabs them, forcing them apart to shove his face in between your thighs again. your breath catches in your throat as he licks up your dripping pussy. he doesn’t relent even once and the moans won’t stop escaping your lips, “sl—slow down. gonna…dammit.”

his tongue licks…freaking everywhere. the obscene noises causing you to hang your head back, he’s licking and sucking everything up as if it’s his favorite meal.

and it’s embarrassing. how fast you come. but how can not you? you mercilessly pull at his hair and shamelessly moan when you do. somehow you're the sweating and panting one as he stands up. "so that's what all the hype is about?" he tsk, seemingly bored.

it takes a few seconds for you to find the breath to say “don't act like you didn't enjoy that, with the way you were eagerly—”

"shut up." he takes his glasses off, putting them to the side before grabbing your thighs and pulling you closer to him.

"you're disgusting, you know? the nerve you have—"

"i spent the last two hours teaching you simple biology and somehow you couldn't do one question by yourself, if i'm testy that's all on you.

"it's not my fault." it comes out as a whine and you hate it, you were supposed to be insulting him. at least have some pride when you're about to be fucked by the guy who looks at you like you're nothing but a dirty piece of gum.

"shut up, for crying out loud. shut up." his voice is raspy as he unbuckles the belt to his revolting khakis.

you can't help as your eyes widen once his cock is in view. for such a nerd, he's actually packing. one hand holds your hips as the other guides his dick towards your leaking area and slight panic starts to take over. "a-aren't you gonna prep?" as orgasmic as that oral job was, you doubt just that will be enough to prepare you for that.

he grins, probably the first smile you've ever seen on his annoyingly handsome face. "don't worry, i'm sure a slut like you has a loose enough cunt."

"you little shit! that's—" your words get caught in your throat, back arching as he moves his hips forward, piercing inside of you. "fuck."

a broken sound leaves your lips as he continues to push his length in. it doesn't hurt like you expected it to but there's still a strong ache that you know will leave you limping tomorrow morning. it burns, burns so good you have to squeeze your eyes shut. you need something to hold onto as he starts to move, anything to give you some sort of balance but the flat surface underneath you offers no help. "ngh...eren..." you're not sure what you want to say but he doesn't give you time to think of something before he sets a rhythm.

it's surprisingly slow at first, like he wants you to feel every vein on his cock and you do. your walls desperately clench around him as you bite on your bottom lip, the room suddenly feeling too hot as his fingers grab your chin, forcing you to look at him. into that stupid gaze he won't stop staring at you with. his mouth is slightly open but no sound comes out. he's perfectly collected and you hate it. people like him should be cumming the second you touch them but he's...it's annoying.

his pace starts to speed up—he doesn't even give it another second before he's ramming inside of you. holding your hips with both hands as he sets a brutal pace that has you moving up and down the desk. "p-pretty decent for a nerd—ah!"

still, he stays silent. ugh, what's wrong with him? you bring your arm up to your mouth, muffling the moans spilling out of your lips in spite but his hands are immediately pulling them off. he chuckles, coming close enough that his breath fans against your face and a lewd moan comes out of you as he hits an even deeper spot. "don't do that, we all know this is what you want. to be fucked hard and fast to the point you're nothing but a mindless whore whose only purpose is to scream in pleasure."

you don't respond, biting down hard on your lips. his thrusts became more aggressive as he scoffs, "fine." his hand finds its way to your throat, squeezing slightly.

you suck in a shuddering breath just as his hold tightens, bordering on dangerous but for some reason the lack of air only makes your pussy throb, clenching tight around him. why does it feel good? why does everything he's doing to you only make you want more? his thrusts have now gotten erratic, almost forcing your body off the desk but the hold on your hips and throat keep you right where you are. you want to let out the moan clawing out from inside your throat but his grip stays, merciless as he pounds into you.

you don't know how much of this you can take, everything feels too hot. it's too much. "fuck look at you, didn't think you could look even more dumb." he pants, staring down. he finally removes his hand from your throat and you cry out the second he does.

"eren, please i'm—fuck...too much, it's too much." you gasp even though a sick part of you knows you could do this all night.

but right now...with the way his voice is dripping with cockiness— you hate it, hate the way he looks at you and talks to you. it's infuriating and too much. a tsk comes out of his mouth, "who knew you had a limit?" he rolls his eyes and in the next second, he's spilling inside of you. spilling and spilling until some drip on the floor.

like he's been holding himself back all this time.

fuck. he could've at least let you release a second time. you didn't think the asshole would be finishing right after you said that. you're panting, eyes staring at the white ceiling as he pulls out. he zips up his stupid ugly looking khakis as he steps back. "can you get off my desk now?"

the nerve of him...ugh. you slowly sit up, dress sticking to your skin due to the sweat and you have to refrain from asking to use his shower before leaving.

he gets you your bag and you slowly take it, throat aching and dry. there'll definitely be bruises around your throat and hips tomorrow and you're sure he's secretly delighted at that fact. "uh...." you trail off.

this is usually the part where they ask for your number, pleading for a second night with that desperate look in their eyes but he doesn't even send you another glance as he gathers up the papers on the desk, putting them into a binder. "make sure to study before sleeping tonight...if your body can handle that." his lips slightly curve up at that last part but he's not bragging, no just mocking you.

"o...okay." you lick your dry lips, suddenly needing a mint. "uh...bye?" you stand up too fast, cursing at yourself for it but his arm is around your hips before you can fall.

you bite the inside of your cheek, the proximity too close even though he was just inside of you a minute ago. he sighs, "do you need a ride home?" he asks grudgingly.

and you should say no. you don't need to be in an enclosed space with this asswipe for another second. just say no and walk into class the next day, demanding for another tutor. and then you'll never have to talk to him ever again.

but instead a weak nod comes out.

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milkiane · 3 years

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matters the most

pairings: rafe cameron x reader

warnings: profanities, mentions of alcoholic beverages, sexual comments

word count: 1996

request: give me rafe angst with prompt "god, i can't even look at you"

a/n: all the love to @s1ater as always, and thank you to @iwritesiriusly for being the best <3

love is such a concept that most people would often dream of, wanting the full experience of having butterflies in your stomach, fireworks erupting with every kiss, the messy and complicated rollercoaster ride. everything about love just sounds so beautiful.

love brings two people, from strangers, or enemies, or life-long friends, together and creates sheer happiness and adoration for each other, but love is never always about all that cliché domesticity. sometimes it’s all about the thrill and the danger that it brings along.

it was funny, really. how rafe, who wasn’t afraid to express his hatred for pogues, fell for one. love did work in mysterious ways, they said.

neither of you knew how you lasted for 8 months without getting caught, but both of you knew that the fun wouldn’t last for long before something would come in between.

he didn’t know that his dad and rose would be home earlier than they said. he thought he’d have the house to himself, that’s why he invited you to come. amidst a steamy make-out sesh did they walk in, followed by an argument between the two men. you awkwardly stood behind rafe, lips swollen and cheeks red as rose glared at you.

it didn’t end well, but when does it ever? forbidden love had its perks, but it also had its downfalls. ward demanded to break off whatever liaison his son had with you, whilst still raving about his disdain for the likes of you and how rafe turned out to be just like his disappointment of a sister. rafe decided that he’s had enough and stormed off with you.

that’s why rafe was in the cut at the dead of the night, standing in front of the chateau.

he shook his head, bringing out his phone to give you a call as he brought the large blanket closer to his chest.

incoming call: rafey <3

groaning, you reached out your hand and blindly patted around your bed for your ringing phone. the brightness of your phone glaring at you to the degree, making you hiss.

“rafe? it’s 2 in the morning, why the-” you grumbled, eyes fluttering close as sleep started to glaze over.

“come outside, babe. i’m on your front porch,” he said, taking in the sight of it before silently muttering, “if you could even call it a porch.”

“shut up, rafe,” you groaned, ending the call as you threw your blankets to the side and leaving your warm sanctuary to see your boyfriend. quietly making your way past john b’s room and jj, who was sleeping on the couch.

“what are you doing here?” you asked, wrapping your arms around his torso as he placed a kiss on your temple.

“wanted to come see you, we don’t know to what extent my dad’ll go to make us break up, so let’s make the most of our time,” he shrugged, reaching out for your hand, he intertwined your fingers together and dragged you towards an open space.

rafe unfolded the blanket and spread it out, laying down on it as he opened his arms to invite you in.

snuggling into his embrace, you smiled softly, “you know, i’m usually the one who sneaks out to see you,”

he chuckled, his chest vibrating as he did, “yeah, but we gotta have some change now, i guess,”

you sighed, nuzzling deeper into his arms, “imagine if the clash between the kooks and pogues never existed, if the odds were in our favor, we would have lived happily,”

“we’ll get married,” rafe started, then tilted his head to look down at you, “a beach wedding, d’you want a beach wedding?”

“yeah,” you grinned, playing with the rings on his fingers, “then we’ll have two kids and a dog, and a house in between figure 8 and the cut,”

silence surrounded the both of you, sad smiles on your faces as you looked up at the twinkling stars. the chirping of cicadas and the rustling of the trees serving as a piece of calming music.

after a while, rafe began to speak up again, “are you… are you sure that this is worth all the secrecy, y/n?”

you furrowed your eyebrows, removing yourself from his hold to you look at him, “what?”

he sighed, running a hand through his hair, “i just- we knew it would end one way or another, right?”

you paused, trying to let his words sink in before asking him, “what’re you trying to say, rafe?”

by now, he was already sitting up, “i’m just saying that we just got lucky that we lasted for nearly a year. i mean, it’s far-fetched, you’re a pogue, and i’m a kook. it would have been easier if you were like me,”

you scoffed pathetically, “oh, so it’s my fault now that i was born a pogue? well, i’m sorry that i couldn’t control how life works, that i have to work my ass off 24/7 to keep myself surviving,”

“you know that’s not what i meant, baby, it’s just that-“ rafe groaned, he didn’t know what else to say because that’s exactly what he meant.

“then what is it, rafe? you don’t know how hard it is to work multiple jobs just to keep yourself afloat, it’s unfair how we didn’t choose to live like this, yet you kooks torment us for trying to have food to serve on our tables,” you fumed, “so i’m sorry that we don’t have golden spoons sticking out of our mouths or that our daddies don’t give us whatever the hell we want,”

“i can’t believe you doubted us for even a second,” you sighed, rubbing your eyes to keep your tears from falling, “do you think this was all easy for me, rafe? because no, it wasn’t, but i still loved you with all that i am, with all that i have, because i knew that we’ll get through this.”

“y/n-”

“god, i can’t even look at you right now,” you stood up, grabbing your phone as you made your way back to the chateau, tears gathering in your eyes.

“y/n, wait, c’mon-”

rafe grabbed your arm, but you immediately removed it from his grasp as you whipped around, “you know, i may not have a lot to offer, but i knew that i made you happy and i loved you an awful lot, so i’m sorry if that wasn’t enough.”

you let the tears fall this time, looking at him one more time before going in and slamming the door shut, making jj jump up in surprise, “y/n?”

rafe stood there for a moment, trying to shake away the broken look on your face from his mind. he sauntered after you, knocking aggressively at the front door, “y/n, c’mon, i’m sorry, baby.”

john b rushed out of his room, jumbled and confused as he held the bat up, “wha-?”

you shoved him away and hurried back to your room. the two boys exchanged looks before opening the door. to say that they were shocked to see a disheveled rafe cameron on their doorstep was an understatement, “what the fuck are you doing in here, cameron?”

he ignored them and tried to push past them, “get outta the way, pogues,”

but they weren’t having it, they pushed him back with a glare. he scoffed, looking back once more before slowly backing off, grabbing the blanket before speeding away on his motorbike.

you wouldn’t choose to be here if you had a choice, but alas, if it means working at the midsummers and earning a decent salary with free champagne to drown your sorrows in, then you might just have to.

so, clad in a waitress’s apparel, too tight for your liking, and a tray of glasses of champagne in hand, you maneuvered your way towards the old uppity haughty kooks.

at a respectable distance, rafe was looking at you with a sad look on his face, wanting nothing more than to wrap you in his arms and tell you how sorry he is and how he loves you so much.

it was when topper’s voice snapped him out of his trance, “have you seen l/n’s ass in that uniform? i would’ve done her right then and there if she wasn’t a pogue,”

the sounds of his friends’ laughters fumed him, but instead of saying anything, he shot up out of his seat and approached you.

you momentarily glanced at him and swallowed, “champagne?”

he grabbed the glass that you shoved at his chest, fingers grazing over another, “y/n, please, i just want to talk,”

“i’m not here for you, cameron,” you caught a glimpse of his friends slowly approaching the both of you, sniggering from behind him, “i’m here to earn some money, so if you’ll excuse me,”

but before you could even make your way around them, topper and kelce harshly knocked on your shoulders, the tray of glasses breaking into pieces as it fell.

“watch it, pogue,”

gasps were heard across the room, as you staggered back from the force. you heard pope and jj run towards you, john b and kiara excusing themselves from the guests to follow.

you let out a shaky breath, crouching down to pick up the pieces as ward slowly walked over to scold you.

as they continued to laugh, they risked a glance to see a livid rafe glaring at them instead of laughing along with them, and with that, their laughter died down, a look of confusion replacing their amusement.

rafe looked around, catching the eye of his father who stopped in his tracks, a glint in his eye as if he was daring him to go help you, to ruin their family’s reputation.

without a single doubt, he took the broken shards from your hold and raised you up by your arms, earning another round of gasps from the crowd.

he looked at you, silently asking for permission. when a small smile tugged your lips, he leaned in slowly, closing in the proximity of your lips. your arms wrapped around his neck as his own wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer.

as you heard his father’s footsteps, rafe pulled away and grabbed your arm, sprinting into a run.

“rafe!”

the both of you burst into laughter as you dashed through the crowd, hands still intertwined as you looked for a quiet spot.

you stopped at their backyard, fairy lights hung from tree to tree, and the music from the platform softly echoing. trying to catch a breath, you let your head fall on his chest. rafe’s hand ran through your hair, “i’m sorry, y/n,”

“rafe-”

“no, no. i’m sorry, i didn’t mean what i said, okay? i love you too much,” he cupped your face in his hands, his thumb caressing the apple of your cheeks, “i’ll gladly give up the life i have right now if it means spending it with you. none of this luxury would compare to you, no amount of money would make me happy as you do.”

you pulled him into another kiss, running a hand through his hair. it was slow, sensual, something different from the type of intimacy you often did, as though if you rushed things, you’d open your eyes to see that everything was just a dream. rafe brought you closer than possible, a hand resting the other on the small of your back and on your hip, rubbing slow circles on the exposed skin.

pulling away slowly, you whispered a hoarse, “i love you, rafe cameron,”

he smiled softly, swaying slowly to the distant music. an aura of love and sovereignty enveloping the both of you in a bubble of your own. none of you cared about the rivalry anymore, or his father, or what other people would say. let them talk.

it wouldn’t bother you, because you had each other, and that’s what matters the most.

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archived-kin · 3 years

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kaeya isn't as smooth as anyone thinks (and that's okay)

note from kin: basically i saw the ‘kaeya is flirty and constantly flusters reader who has a giant crush on him’ trope and went ‘but what if KAEYA was the one with the giant crush’

quick background: reader is the ‘strong, silent, stoic’ type, has a cryo vision, and works alongside barbara in the church of favonius as a medic

i couldn’t think of a gender neutral way for you to be addressed that sounded natural so i just had you be called your name throughout the piece, but just know that barbara would be addressing you with older sibling honourifics and kaeya would use some sort of respectful title (but in like. a flirty way)

fandom: genshin impact

character(s): gn!reader, kaeya, barbara, bennett

pairing(s): kaeya/reader,

warning(s): non-descriptive blood/mild injury

genre: fluff

“Master Kaeya!” Barbara exclaims as a familiar cavalry captain strides into the cathedral, dripping blood all over the freshly-polished tiles. “What happened this time?!”

“Just a run-in with some hilichurls,” He says with a nonchalant shrug, swiping away a bead of blood from the corner of his mouth. “Nothing to worry about.”

“Nothing to worry about?!” She hurriedly ushers him into the hospital wing, hands already beginning to sparkle with Hydro healing magic. “You— you’re bleeding extremely heavily! I need to get these wounds closed up as soon as possible—”

“Relax,” Kaeya placates, giving one of her pigtails a playful tug as she frantically flits about him like an agitated butterfly. “I don’t feel a thing. It’s all superficial, really…”

“Still…!” She hurries over to one of the cupboards and fumbles around for a roll of bandages. “Please sit down! This won’t take a moment...!”

“Hey, hey, calm down,” He says, holding up his hands. “Is [Name] in today?”

“Yes, they agreed to watch over Bennett while I took care of our patients…” She answers, still rummaging about feverishly, then suddenly pauses, and Kaeya grins slightly. She’s seen right through him. “Ah, wait… Master Kaeya, is this what I think it is?”

Kaeya laughs as she looks up at him with large, reproachful blue eyes, hands set firmly on her hips. Maybe he’d be intimidated if Barbara didn’t have the face of a baby lamb. It’s just kind of adorable. “Perhaps.”

She blows out a breath, cheeks puffing up, then shakes her head with a resigned sort of smile. “I don’t think [Name] will appreciate you disturbing them…”

“I won’t be disturbing anyone,” Kaeya says with a cheeky sort of grin, raising his hand as if showing off the gash in his forearm. “I’m a patient, after all. So, where will [Name] and Bennett be?”

“In the west wing,” Barbara answers, dropping her hands, though the soft blue glow remains.

“To the west wing we go, then,” He replies, and strides off with a flick of his cape. Barbara follows hurriedly, clutching the roll of bandages to her chest.

You’re sat by the window when Kaeya pokes his head in through the door, flicking through a book. The sunlight streaming in behind you seems to illuminate the pale colour of your robes to an ethereal glow, and Kaeya can’t help but silently compare the sight to the illustrations of divine celestial beings he’s seen in books. He takes a deep breath, briefly pressing his hand to his chest, then moves to greet you.

You seem to notice his presence before he can, however, raising your head from your book and practically pinning him to the spot with those clear eyes. “...Master Kaeya.”

He smiles, unable to help the slightly goofy quality of his expression. Archon knows that Lisa would never let him live it down if she saw him now. “[Name].”

“Hi, Mr Kaeya!” Bennett exclaims, attempting to raise a bandage-wrapped hand in greeting, but having to drop it as its sling goes taut. Kaeya offers a brief wave in response, but he’s far too absorbed in looking at you to say anything more.

You stare at him in silence, eyes moving down to the patches of red staining his sleeve, then back up at the scratch on his left cheek. Your expression is unmoving, cold, even, but he still has to try hard not to overheat under the sheer intensity of your gaze. Any flirty quips that he might have thought of trying on you just dry up in his mouth as soon as they come.

“What happened?” You ask finally.

“Master Kaeya says he encountered some hilichurls,” Barbara answers for him, slipping into the room and standing beside him. Bennett grins enthusiastically as soon as he sees her, and she responds with a sweet smile of her own.

You raise an eyebrow at him, and Kaeya can’t help but feel a little embarrassed. “Hilichurls?”

“They were rather... aggressive,” He answers, folding his arms and shifting his weight to his left leg. “And there were quite a lot of them as well.”

You blink slowly. “I would have thought that the Cavalry Captain would be sufficiently capable to ward them off.”

“Well, when you’re surrounded on all sides, there’s not much you can do,” Kaeya shrugs as nonchalantly as possible. He’s not going to admit that he’d stood there and allowed them to get in a few good hits just so he’d have a good reason to come by.

You sigh and close your book, setting it on the windowsill beside you. “I suppose you’ll need some healing.”

“Please,” He responds with a chuckle, inclining his head. You nod and get to your feet.

“Keep an eye on Bennett,” You instruct Barbara, who quickly moves over to take your place beside the unlucky adventurer’s bed. “I trust that he’ll be well under your care.”

“Of course!” She nods, beaming as you gently pat her on the shoulder. “You can count on me!”

You nod, the faintest of smiles crossing your face. Kaeya almost feels as if he shouldn’t be witnessing such a sight, but he can’t help but stare in subtly open-mouthed awe until the smile disappears, and you begin leading him back into the east wing.

“How deep are the wounds?” You ask monotonously as you guide him to one of the chairs. He sits down without needing to be told, obediently holding out his right arm and allowing you to unfasten the cuffs and pull back his sleeves.

“Not deep enough to be too painful,” He answers, shivering slightly as he feels your cold fingers press into the skin around the wound, carefully prodding about to see the extent of the damage. “I’m sure that you’ll make quick work of it.”

His compliment doesn’t seem to affect you in the slightest - quite frankly, it’s a little disheartening how little you seem to care. “Then why didn’t you have Barbara heal your wounds for you? Do you think she is incapable?”

“No, not at all!” Kaeya hurries to answer, unnerved by the sudden narrowing of your normally calm eyes. “I just… rather like seeing you. That’s all.”

Your hands pause for the briefest of moments before returning to their work. Is Kaeya imagining the surprise that flashes across your face? “...is that so?”

“Of course...” He tries to offer a suave sort of smile, only to grimace when he feels you pinch the raw edges of his wound together in preparation to seal it.

You’re silent for a while, though Kaeya can’t quite tell if it’s because you’re absorbed in your work or if you’re thinking about something else. He tries not to stare, he really does, but you draw his eye with such deep compulsion that he can't seem to tear his eyes away.

Finally, your stern expression softening ever so slightly, you say, “...then you are welcome to come by whenever you please, injuries or not.”

He jolts so hard that he almost rips the wound open again as soon as you’ve sealed it, feeling a hot flush rise to his face. His mouth falls open, and he aggressively snaps it shut again as you look back up at him. “I…”

“Bennett has been rather vocal about his suspicions as to the frequency of your visits,” You say steadily and factually, a ghost of a smile tugging on your mouth. “I wasn’t sure whether to believe him before, but…”

“O-oh?” Kaeya pinches subtly at his own leg in an effort to snap himself back to his senses. Where on earth has all his charm and poise gone? He feels like a young boy again, stumbling over his words as his heart hammers like a drum in his heart. “What exactly has Bennett been saying?”

“He seems to be under the impression that you’re getting yourself injured deliberately,” You answer, and Kaeya mentally slaps himself. Of course he’d been too obvious. But, really, how else is he supposed to find an excuse to see you so often when you’re otherwise always so busy with patients?

“...I suppose I’ve been caught.” He raises his free hand to rub almost bashfully at the back of his neck. “Is it such a crime to want a reason to visit?”

You look him directly in the eyes, and he has to fight the urge not to throw his arms around you right then and there. How can one’s gaze be so blank and yet so warm at the same time? “Perhaps it would be better if you weren’t injured.”

“It’s the only way to make sure you’ll see me,” He chuckles. “You hardly ever seem to leave the hospital wing.”

You pause and frown slightly, as if confused, and the sight is so endearing that Kaeya doesn’t think his heart has ever felt so full. “...I don’t think I spend all my time here…”

“I don’t believe I’ve ever even seen you out on the streets,” He continues, fighting back a grin as you bring a hand to your chin, still looking rather puzzled. He pauses, taking in a breath, then asks, “Why don’t you stop by Angel’s Share in the evening some day?”

Your frown smooths out slightly, and you cock your head to the side. “...will you be there?”

His cheeks heat up again. “Of course - if you’d like me to be.”

You nod thoughtfully, pulling back from his arm. The wound is little more than a thin scar now. “I would.”

You shake your hand out briefly, coating it once again in your special brand of healing Cryo energy, and raise your frost-covered palm to the scratch in Kaeya’s cheek, only to see that he’s already staring intently at you. It’s almost unnerving how intense the glacial blue colour of his eyes is - so deep that you could almost be frozen in them completely, like a fly trapped in amber.

He moves the hand of his uninjured arm up to your own cheek, slowly, almost as if he’s in a trance. You can’t quite read the expression on his face - the gentle slope of his brows, the soft corners of his eyes, his ever-so-slightly ajar mouth - but it’s compelling in such a way that you can’t pull your gaze from his.

Almost abruptly, he smiles bright, eyes closing, and he leans forward. You freeze in place as he throws his uninjured arm around your shoulders and pulls you close, turning to press the softest of kisses to the side of your head.

“Kaeya?” You whisper, and his grip tightens slightly. He doesn’t respond, only laughs quietly, almost giddily, a deep sound that seems to reverberate through both your body and his.

You slowly raise your own arms and wrap them around him in turn, leaning into his touch. Kaeya laughs again, and this time you can’t help but smile, pressing yourself further into his embrace.

Footsteps and voices are approaching from somewhere far in the distance, and perhaps you hear a knock on the door, but in this moment, you can’t bring yourself to care. For now, the patients and healing can wait.

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youbloodymadgenius · 3 years

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Ivarello (Modern!Ivar x reader) Chapter 2

Moodboard by @quantumlocked310

Ivarello's masterpost here

A/N: This is my entry for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie 500 Followers Fairy Tale Challenge. It's a retelling of Cinderella. Congrats again, darling 💖

A huge thank you to @mrsalwayswrite , who's a great beta reader and an even greater cheerleader 😂

A massive thank you to @quantumlocked310 , @vikingstrash and @serasvictoria . Thank you for agreeing to collaborate and for sharing your talent with me. Your moodboards are beyond amazing 🤩

In this story, Sigurd is alive. Ragnar and Aslaug are dead, but Lagertha didn't kill her. I took a lot of liberties with the show, I hope you won't mind.

Unlike the tale, there will be no magic involved. Not everything will be realistic, however. It's a fayritale, after all!

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Summary: Orphaned five years ago, Ivar and his brothers have been living with Lagertha ever since. Now 16 years old, he wants to attend Harald's traditional Midsummer party, but obstacles stand in his way.

Warnings: description of car crash; orphaned kids; Sigurd being Sigurd; OOC characters.

Words: 2075

Additional note: In Norway, you are of age at 18.

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"... don't start eating until your brother joins us."

As he pushes himself down the large hallway leading to the kitchen, Ivar can hear Lagertha's assertive voice. He knows exactly who she's talking to and his suspicions are confirmed as soon as he enters the room, as a very displeased and apparently famished Hvitserk looks at him with irritation before letting out a muffled, "it's 'bout time."

"Sorry, I must have dozed off." Shrugging, Ivar wheels up to the kitchen table, the smell of pizza tickling his nostrils. He must be hungrier than he thought.

"You look like Hel." Sigurd sneers in greeting.

Ivar, without bothering to look up, just tilts his head and hisses through clenched teeth, "coming from you, dear brother, I take that as a compliment."

He can feel Lagertha's gaze upon him and when he turns his head toward her, she is staring at him, the worry obvious in her eyes.

"I wouldn’t have put it exactly like that but Sigurd isn't wrong." She crosses the room and leans over, her brow furrowed. "You look exhausted, sweetie, what's going on?"

Ivar almost wants to laugh. He looks exhausted? No kidding? Yeah, guess what? That's what two sleepless nights in a row usually do to you. At least that's what they did to him. What you did to him, haunting his nights and even haunting his dreams, waking him up with a start, his heart pounding in his chest, the few times he managed to fall asleep. At least, he'd made up his mind early this morning. Hopefully, now that the decision has been made, he'll sleep better. Saturday night, he'll see you again. His heart is racing at the thought and he inhales deeply, trying to calm down.

Unsurprisingly persistent, Lagertha asks again as she places her hand on his shoulder, squeezing it lightly, "Ivar, are you all right?"

He wishes he could just ignore his stepmom but knows she won't let it rest. Unwilling to admit that he owes his restless nights to a girl - to you - he decides to keep his answer vague. "So-so," he mumbles, slightly rocking his right hand.

"You're in pain? Do you need more meds? I could run to the drugstore really quick."

For once, he doesn't resent Ubbe for his well-meant yet patronizing kindness, nor for the pitying look he gives him. Actually, he silently thanks him for the good diversion. As long as his brothers and Lagertha believe that it's his legs that bother him, keeping him awake, his secret - you - will be safe.

Faking a small, sheepish smile, Ivar shakes his head. "Thanks bro, but that's okay, I have everything I need. Guess I should just double-up the tramadol tonight." He winces for good measure, knowing fully well he won't even need a single dose. The pain in his legs today is barely at four, nothing he can't handle.

Once the meal is almost over – which in plain English means that everyone but Hvitserk has finished eating, but thanks to Lagertha principle 'no one leaves the table until everyone has finished, boys', they're all stuck here – Ivar decides it's time to break the news.

"I'm gonna go to the party."

As soon as the words are out of his mouth, the kitchen falls quiet. Even Hvitserk stops chewing, putting his last slice of pizza back on his plate.

Not knowing what to do with the silence, and feeling a little awkward, Ivar explains further, a hand on his neck, "the midsummer party, I mean. Harald's party."

"We heard you just fine, sweetie." Lagertha is the first to pull herself together, even though the disbelief is clear in her voice. As Ivar looks up, his brothers are staring at him, slack-jawed, bewildered, probably wondering what's got into their baby brother.

"Let me get this straight." With widened eyes, Ubbe starts running both hands through his hair, "you are considering attending Harald's party, right? That's... That's what you said?"

"Yep." Ivar shrugs as if it was no big deal. Who is he kidding? Of course, it is! Attending the party is a fucking huge deal for him. There's no way in Hel he'll admit it, though. Not in front of his brothers. No fucking way!

"I'm not sure I understand..." Ubbe sounds cautious and it infuriates Ivar to no end.

"What part of 'I'm gonna go to the party' don't you get, brother? Huh? Too many big words for you?" He wants to keep going but when Lagertha clears her throat and gives him a stern look, he faintly raises an apologetic hand while muttering under his breath, "okay, okay, I'll stop."

Heaving a sigh, he shrugs once more. "Seriously, you don't all have to look so surprised. I just want to go to Harald's party. It's really not that big of a deal."

"But you never wanted to, sweetie. Why now?" Lagertha's eyes are wide open and there's a frown on her forehead as she crosses her arms.

"Why not?" Ivar can't help but raise his voice. "I'm sixteen, Lagertha! Thought I was entitled to a change of heart. Was I wrong?" Pointing a finger successively at each of his brothers, his free hand grabs his push rim, his knuckles white. "The three of you attend every year, why shouldn't I?" Looking directly at Lagetha once again, he asks in a clipped voice, "You're not going to tell me I can't go, are you?"

"Of course not, sweet–" She begins but Ubbe cuts her off.

"Listen Ivar, no one is saying you shouldn't go, not yet at least. As a matter of fact, no one would be more pleased than I if you were willing to go out more. Playing pool, going to the movies, or just having drinks, you know you're always welcome to come along with us. But..." Ubbe groans, rubbing his hands over his face and Ivar stiffens, grinding his teeth, "Harald's party, really? It's not going to work. You know it takes place on the beach, it's not exactly wheelchair-friendly."

Reluctantly taking his eyes off his slice of pizza, Hvitserk jumps in. "Ivar is our brother, if he wants to go, we find a way. That's it - I'll carry him."

Positively surprised, a small smile playing on his lips, Ivar thanks his brother with a nod, glad – and relieved too, because two are always better than one, right? – that Hvitserk, as so often, backs him up. Of all his brothers, he's the only one who sees him first as a sixteen-year-old and not as a cripple.

Ubbe is having none of it though. "Hvitserk, just stay out of this, okay?" He's practically shouting, chin up and chest out. "You don't have a say! I'm the oldest, not you! I don't think it's a good idea for Ivar to attend Harald's party, period."

Hvitserk furrows his brow and for a short moment, Ivar thinks his brother is going to fight back but eventually he lowers his gaze, defeated, before shoving the whole slice of pizza into his mouth. Ivar knows all too well that his brother, who's not the most tenacious of them, hates confrontation, especially with Ubbe.

Unlike him, Ivar is always ready to pick up a fight, even when it's not worth it, even when he is wrong. Today, though, it's definitely worth it.

His nostrils flaring, he smashes his fist down on the table, his face crumpled with anger. "Who do you think you are, Ubbe? You may be the oldest, but you're not my father, okay? So please, just do me a favor, brother, and read my lips." His voice dripping with sarcasm, his bottom lips quivering, Ivar is absolutely livid, "You. Don't. Have. A. Say. Period."

Ubbe is about to retort, his hands clenched into fists but Lagertha raises a hand, shutting him up. "Boys, boys, boys!" Glancing at Ubbe and then at Ivar, she shakes her head, not exactly thrilled with their outburst. "Now, calm down, both of you. Ubbe, Ivar is right. You may be his big brother, you may be an adult, but you're not his father. I know you mean well but as Ivar's guardian, I have the final say." Turning her head toward Ivar, she cracks him a reassuring smile. "We'll talk about this later, okay? Just the two of us."

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Slamming the door shut, Ivar wheels up right next to his bed and, angling his chair just right, transfers over onto his bed before punching the wall, a roar escaping his lips. Big tears of frustration and anger run down his cheeks as Sigurd's words linger in his mind.

He had been surprised when his less-favorite brother had stayed out of the conversation.

He should have known better.

No sooner had Lagertha, Ubbe and Hvitserk left – she to make a phone call, they to join Margrethe – leaving them to tidy up the kitchen, than Sigurd had lashed out at him with harsh words and eyes full of spite.

"You messed up in the head, huh? It's a fucking beach, Ivar, you do realize your front wheels will get stuck in sand, right? Now tell me, little brother, do you really think we are going to carry your crippled ass around all night? Let me tell you, it's not going to happen! There will be so many better ways for us to spend the night. Girls, you know? Lots of them. Am I going to let you embarrass me and ruin my night? No! Not in a million years. And anyway, why do you even want to go? Get real, Ivar, you don't belong there, you just don't. You're a fucking cripple, a freak, an abnormality. No one wants you there. No one wants to see you. The sooner you accept it the better."

He knows Sigurd was intentionally trying to hurt him. And fuck, he did succeed. Ivar had felt so humiliated that it had brought bile to his throat.

At some point, while Sigurd was spitting his venom, Ivar had grabbed the large knife lying on the table and it took all his self-control not to stab his brother. No doubt his shrink would be proud of him.

Now though in his room, and even if he is boiling with anger, the nagging thought that Sigurd had a point, that he wasn't completely wrong, doesn't leave him. And he can see now that, in his own weird way, Ubbe was trying to protect him. By preventing him from going, his big brother wanted to spare him humiliation, pity, and mockery. Hvitserk, of course, had been willing to help, but let's face it, Sigurd once again was right. Piggy-back riding is not really an option anymore, he is too heavy. Plus, if he's being honest, even if it were still possible, it's the last thing he'd want. The mere thought of you seeing him on Ubbe's or Hvitserk's back makes him nauseous. Which puts him back to square one.

The beach is a problem and a huge one. Wheeling in sand is a no-go. It's just fucking impossible. If he doesn't come up with an idea soon, he's not going to be physically able to attend the party. And that's something he doesn't want to consider.

"I need a fucking genius idea!" He speaks out loud, cracking his knuckles, his eyes squeezed shut.

Fuck.

He just wants to see you. Y/N... Just you. And he won't be able to.

Fuck. Fucking sand! Fucking beach! Fucking legs! Fuck– Stop.

Wait.

What... What did he say?

He needs an idea... A genius idea. Genius. That's it.

A slow smile spreads across his face.

Good thing he knows an authentic genius, right?

Grabbing his phone, he frantically slides his pointer finger on the screen, sighing with relief as he finds the contact he is looking for.

"Hello, Ivar," the man answers after two rings, and his voice brings an even bigger smile to Ivar's lips, "it's very sweet of you to call me."

"Hello to you too, you spindly legged, knock-kneed old fool. There might be something that you can do for me. I want to attend Harald's party. It'll take place on the beach. My brothers won't carry me and I can't really crawl about, can I? I wonder if you could help me, Floki?"

Ivar's godfather lets out a high-pitched chuckle before answering, "I'll figure something out, dear Ivar, I'll figure something out."

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