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irisintheafterglow · 4 months

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End Game #9 (volleyball captain!gojo x you)

summary: during the final nationals match against kyoto, the captain wins a bet.

wc: 2.5k

cw/tags: mild angst/comfort, established relationship (pet name-angel), mostly just fluff and volleyball, swearing, more fluff and volleyball

note: HELLO VOLLEYBALL!GOJO NATION *crickets except for midi cheering alone at the back of the stadium* uh anyways i know it's been months since i updated this, but i wanted to give you all a gift for the new year starting with the series that brought me a lot of new friends at the beginning of my blog's creation! i can't thank you all enough for the support you've given this series and i hope you enjoy this last (official) iteration :))

likes, reblogs, and replies are appreciated <33

“Looks like they’ve gotten better,” you observe in slight disbelief while the scorekeepers flip the board to show 25-23. By some miracle, Tokyo managed to rip the fourth set from Kyoto’s hands right when it seemed that all was lost. It still didn’t help the queasy feeling in your stomach. “A lot better.”

“Or, we’re becoming inferior,” Yaga growls with fiery determination burning under his sunglasses. You slide the basket of water bottles from under the bench and stand to grab the box of clean towels. Your coach inhales one more time to speak and you already know what his command will be. “Deal with Satoru.”

“I’ll do my best.” From the start of the fourth set, Kyoto had Tokyo on the run again. Despite their best efforts, Tokyo was struggling to hold up against the relentless pace set by their opponents, fighting to maintain their resolve and willing the other team to break first. Between the time of your first practice match and Nationals, Kyoto’s players significantly improved, much more than your team’s. Though they’d made steady progress over the past few months leading up to these crucial games, it seemed that the slope of Kyoto’s improvement was steeper. It also didn’t help that, wherever you looked, you were surrounded by the most prestigious volleyball recruiters in the world with their shiny reading glasses and slender fingers tapping away at their keyboards. Both teams were essentially under a microscope, none more than the third years that were at their wit’s end trying to prove that they were pro-material. And, whether people acknowledged it or not, all eyes were on your boyfriend and captain of the Tokyo team, Gojo Satoru.

“He’s overexerting himself to the point where he’s making mistakes,” Suguru says to you quietly when you hand him a bottle. You nod, both of you aware that he’s preaching to the choir. “To the point where I’m noticing, so that means they’re noticing.” He tilts his head up to the stands, where you catch a few Jujutsu Volleyball Society officials conversing with whom you could only assume were Olympic recruiters. The thought of them discussing Satoru’s abilities and reputation in blunt detail makes you wince.

“Have you talked to him about it?” The vice-captain shakes his head, eyeing his best friend warily.

“Haven’t had the chance to.” The corner of your mouth turns down and you follow his eyeline, recognizing the familiar fake smile and emotionless blue eyes while he charms some brave fans that pushed their way to the court’s barricades. “Even now, he isn’t taking a break.”

“Mmm, well, you know him,” you sigh. The group of lovestruck girls hand Satoru various items and printed photos for him to sign and he takes them, flicking a black marker over their surface with all the grace of an old Hollywood movie star. “It’s always about others, never himself.”

“Except when it comes to you, then he gets to be selfish,” Suguru reminds you and you shrug. Your casual response causes his eyebrows to draw in concern, like he was alarmed by your indifference. His tone is much more unsure when he asks for clarification. “Right?” You inhale deeply and shake your head again, gathering what little thoughts you could from the jumbled mess in your mind. “Did something happen between you two?”

“No, no. We’re fine…I think,” you half-heartedly reassure him, but the skeptical raise of his eyebrows tells you he isn’t convinced in the slightest. “He’s just been off, lately,” you admit. “I think the pressure that’s been building up for three years is finally getting to him.”

“Pretty inconvenient time to crack, don’t you think?”

“Burnout doesn’t wait for you to finish Nationals, Suguru,” you conclude, patting him on the back in farewell before you find Satoru. “Good luck in the last set. And, for the record, the evenness of your gameplay hasn’t gone unnoticed.”

“What do you mean?”

“Recruiters can see how reliable you are. If they don’t, they need their eyes checked,” you joke before maneuvering between players to find Satoru on the bench, in Yaga’s spot. His eyes are dulled from exhaustion, no matter how much he was trying to hide it. His forehead is covered in sweat and you kneel in front of him to wipe his face with a dry towel. “When’s the last time you drank water?”

“The last time you asked me if I drank water,” he answers and you know he’s trying to force his sing-songy lilt into his voice, but it falls flat onto the court floor. “Thank you, angel,” he murmurs as you swipe the towel over his eyes, allowing him a brief second of relief from the blinding fluorescents above.

“Of course. I’ll let you get away with it this time, even though I miss those pretty blues,” you whisper and the smallest smile appears on his face. But he can’t bring himself to look at you, not when he’s on the brink of falling apart. It was killing him just as much as it was killing you, watching him stumble during the one moment where he needed to stand tall the most. The pressure was getting to him and his final appearance at Nationals was compounded by the scathing words of his father, the unimpressed stares of Jujutsu brass, and the intense scrutiny from the recruiters he was trying to win over. “Need anything else, captain?”

“A long fucking nap,” he groans and you hum in assent, letting his warm cheek rest in your freezing palm. “This’ll do, for now.”

“Alright, Atlas, but you’re gonna have to get back to holding up the world in about five minutes.”

“Holding up the world is fucking exhausting,” he mutters. “Being captain is exhausting.” Before you can come up with another comforting response, his eyes suddenly fly open and peer at you with more intensity than you’ve seen within the past few days. He pulls away from your hand and looks at you, really looks at you, like he’s come to some revelation. “You called me captain.”

“What?”

“You called me captain,” he echoes slowly, a dazzling grin breaking out over his face that you didn’t realize you’d missed so much. You’re speechless, startled by his newfound enthusiasm from just one word. “You actually did it.”

“I guess I did,” you respond with obvious confusion.

“Say it again,” he says with all the seriousness of announcing a death.

“Satoru–”

“Say it again,” he repeats and you don’t realize how close his face has gotten to yours, so close that you can smell the faint minty smell of the gum he’d stolen from your bag. “Please.”

“It’s good to see you back to normal, captain.” His smile grows even wider and suddenly he’s kissing you, with both hands on your cheeks and leaning over you while you continue to kneel on the floor in front of him. Your face is set on fire, keenly aware of the thousands of eyes that can see both of you and this display of affection. Satoru doesn’t seem to care, though, and the glittering brightness of his eyes is all you focus on when he pulls away.

“What can I say? You bring out a different side of me.”

“Cheesy lines too? You’re feeling better than I thought.”

“Nothing like winning a bet to light a fire in a man’s heart.”

“You know, if I’d known that was all it took to get you back, I’d have said it sooner,” you chuckle and his lips peck your nose until you gently push his face away. “I’ll ask about the change in behavior after you win. Now, go,” you giggle and he all but leaps from the bench, instantly in top-form and letting his voice boom through the building as he calls his team to him.

“It’s fifteen points,” he reminds them, who muster up all their energy to look more confident after noticing the shift in their captain’s behavior. “Fifteen points at Nationals for the first time in who knows how long, so make ‘em count. Don’t let me take all of them,” he taunts and real confidence appears in his players, dead set on snatching the points away from Kyoto. “Let’s go!”

And, just like during the practice match and the match at the beach, no one is safe from the sheer power of Gojo Satoru. It’s as if he’s woken from the dead, refreshed and wielding enough energy to elicit sparks from his fingers and flickering of the overhead lights. When you look at his eyes, they’re not the hollow pits they’ve been for the months leading up to Nationals. Instead, a dark shadow of unrelenting resolve covers his eyes and radiates from his body like an aura, sending shivers down the bodies of opposing players. In true Satoru fashion, he exploits every advantage he recognizes, whether that be a skill of his own team or the pitfall of the opposition. He knows you’re watching, too, and trusts your eyes like they were his own. Kyoto makes a mistake by calling a timeout when they’re down, 13-11, and Satoru makes a beeline for you; in hushed tones, you relay what you see before he can open his mouth.

“Todo’s hiding a limp on his right an–”

“Ankle, and Kamo’s primarily using his left hand to launch spikes. So, that means–”

“Something’s off with his right, maybe a jammed pointer finger or tweaked thumb. They’ll think you’re gonna take the final point of the game to show off to the recruiters, so if you fake a hit on the left edge, bait Todo and the front line to block you–”

“Suguru can blow past Kamo’s weakened right hand–”

“And the Tokyo Jujutsu team wins Nationals,” you conclude as the whistle blows, lightly swatting Satoru’s arm to urge him back onto the court. “Go, stupid. You’re almost there.”

“I’m gonna marry you one day,” he calls, skipping onto the court and yanking Suguru by the back of his jersey, pulling him to the side to confirm the plan. He shoots you one last wink before broadcasting a hand signal to the rest of the team behind his back. With Nanami, Megumi, and Yuuji in the front row and Suguru, Satoru, and Inumaki in the back, it was the ideal rotation to shift leverage to Tokyo. A deafeningly powerful jump serve from Satoru immediately throws Kyoto off balance, and it doesn’t take much for Suguru to send Todo’s unsuccessful hit to Megumi, who pulls the same infuriating dump that he achieved during the practice match. “That was bold,” Satoru says to his protégé with pure admiration, “even for me.” Megumi shrugs, but stands a little taller from satisfaction with his point.

“Who do you think I learned it from?”

“Yeah, yeah. I know you think I’m awesome, even if you won’t admit it.”

“I was talking about Geto,” Megumi deadpans and Satoru’s face contorts into indignance that makes you laugh from your seat.

“He’s not even a setter!”

“I was kidding, captain. Let’s win already,” his student responds impatiently. And win, they did. The final play you discussed with Satoru pans out flawlessly, with all attention going to the captain of the Tokyo team in anticipation of the game-winning point, only to be sent to his right-hand man. The cacophony of cheering and cries of joy is eardrum-shattering, but you don’t care as the rest of the team rushes onto the court and buries Suguru in a dogpile. Your heart swells at the sight of the nods of approval from the recruiters given to Suguru and Satoru, whispering among themselves and writing down their contact information. Despite Yaga gripping his sunglasses so hard that the frames broke, it doesn’t seem to bother him as he slams his palm onto the players’ backs with pride. You even think you catch Todo teary-eyed from the other side of the net, yelling something about being happy for his best friend. Hours of celebration later, as you walk with your hand in Satoru’s down the quiet streets of your neighborhood, you finally get to ask him why calling him ‘captain’ had such a profound effect on his psyche.

“Being happy about winning the bet isn’t enough?” You look at him doubtfully and watch his cheeks turn a little pinker. “Alright, fine. But, you can’t make fun of me for this, okay?”

“I promise,” you say, making a big show of hooking your free pinky finger in his. “At least, I won’t make fun of you in public for it.”

“That’s enough for me,” he concedes with a smile. “It’s just…winning at Nationals wasn’t the hardest thing I’ve done this year, not even in all three years of high school.”

“What’s been the most difficult, then? You were literally on the verge of burnout today, so I don’t know any other circumstances where–”

“Winning you,” he murmurs, stopping you on the sidewalk and turning you to face him. The streetlights are dim enough to where the moon shines off of his hair and his face seems to glow like a statue carved from marble. “That was the hardest thing I’ve done.” You blink once, twice, and still don’t understand.

“What do you mean, ‘winning me?’ How am I harder to get than winning Nationals?”

“Nationals was my dad’s dream. It always was. I started caring about going to Nationals when we made that silly bet to get you to call me captain. But, I’ve cared about making you fall in love with me since you took a sip from my soda can during our first year.”

“I’m still not a fan of that fizzy sugar water,” you chuckle and he looks at you so fondly, so softly, that you’re glad his arms have found their way around your waist to hold you up and keep you standing. “You’ve loved me since our first year?”

“I loved you before I knew your name in class. And then, today, I figured if I could get you to fall in love with me when I thought it would take a lifetime, I could win some National volleyball title.” His pretty mouth breaks into that lopsided grin that you’d fallen for time and time again.

“‘Some National volleyball title,’” you echo, slightly delirious from how warm he made you feel. “As if I’m more important than that.”

“Because you are,” he vows with utmost devotion that makes you dizzy, kissing you under the spring moon like it was the first time he could finally see you clearly. “You’re more important than anything, and that’s the truth.”

He was infuriating, to say the least, but you’d found that you didn’t mind how much he irritated you as long as he loved you just as much.

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lila-lou · 21 days

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✨ His only exception - Pt. 15/? ✨

Summary: 12 months ago, Butcher went above and beyond to have you join his team. You had a simple office job at Supe Affairs. The same thing every day, working from 9 to 5 and watching Butcher and his team defeat one renegade after another. One evening, however, something changed.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: Language, Violence

Word Count: 6921

A/N: This is part 15 of “His only exeption”.

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

As the car ride dragged on, you couldn't shake the feeling of dread that hung heavy in the air. Your shoulder throbbed painfully, the blood from your wound seeping through your fingers as you tried to staunch the bleeding.

Frustration and fear boiled inside you, fueling your determination to escape at the first opportunity. So when the SUV finally came to a stop, you wasted no time in making your move.

With a surge of adrenaline, you threw yourself at the two men, unleashing a flurry of punches and kicks in a desperate bid for freedom. But despite your best efforts, they were ready for you, deflecting your blows with ease and retaliating with brutal force.

A sharp blow to the side of your head sent stars exploding behind your eyes, and you stumbled backward, dazed and disoriented. Through the haze of pain, you fought to stay conscious, knowing that your only chance lay in escaping this nightmare.

But it was no use. Another blow landed squarely on your jaw, sending you sprawling to the ground in a haze of agony. As darkness closed in around you, you fought to keep your eyes open, clinging to consciousness with all your strength.

But in the end, it was futile. With one final gasp, you succumbed to the darkness, the world fading away into nothingness as the sounds of the men's cruel laughter echoed in your ears.

As unconsciousness enveloped you, you were vaguely aware of being dragged through the underground car park, the rough ground scraping against your skin as the two men hauled you along. You were lifted, your limbs limp and unresponsive, as they heaved you into an elevator.

As the doors closed with a dull thud, the two men exchanged murmured words, their voices low and filled with an unsettling sense of anticipation.

"Feisty little thing, isn't she?", one of them remarked, a twisted smirk playing on his lips.

The other chuckled in agreement. "I do love a challenge", he replied, his tone dripping with malice.

As the elevator came to a stop on one of the top floors, the doors slid open to reveal a woman standing before them, her posture radiating authority. Ashley.

"What took you so long?", Ashley snapped, her tone sharp and impatient. "I specifically instructed you to bring her here unharmed".

The two men shifted uncomfortably under Ashley's piercing gaze. "We… we tried, but she put up a fight", one of them stammered.

Ashley's expression darkened as she surveyed the scene before her, her gaze narrowing on your unconscious form. "Well, it seems you were a little too rough with her", she remarked icily, her displeasure evident.

The men exchanged uneasy glances, realizing the gravity of their mistake. "We'll make sure she's taken care of", one of them promised hastily, his voice tinged with desperation.

Ashley's lips curled into a cold smile, a glint of satisfaction in her eyes. "See that you do", she replied, her tone dripping with menace. "We can't afford any more complications".

With a dismissive wave of her hand, Ashley turned on her heel and strode away, leaving the two men to deal with the consequences of their actions.

As consciousness slowly returned, you found yourself in a state of disorientation, your senses gradually coming back to you. Blinking groggily, you took in your surroundings: a large, imposing office with polished floors and sleek furnishings.

But as you attempted to move, you realized that something was wrong. Panic surged through you as you discovered that your arms and legs were bound tightly to a chair, leaving you completely immobilized.

With a surge of adrenaline, you began to tug and strain against the restraints, desperation driving you to break free. But no matter how hard you struggled, the bonds held fast, refusing to yield to your efforts.

Frustration bubbled up inside you, boiling over into a stream of curses and expletives as you fought against your confinement. Each tug and pull only served to tighten the restraints further, leaving you trapped and helpless.

"Damn it!", you shouted, your voice echoing off the walls of the empty office. "Let me go, you bastards!".

But your cries fell on deaf ears as you continued to struggle against your bonds, the realization sinking in that escape was impossible.

As your tirade of curses echoed through the room, Ashley approached you with a calm, collected demeanor, her expression betraying no hint of concern or empathy.

"Stop moving, you're only hurting yourself", she stated flatly.

You glared at her, your eyes blazing with defiance as you continued to struggle against your restraints. "Screw you, Ashley", you spat. "Let me go, or I swear I'll—".

But Ashley merely chuckled, cutting you off with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Oh, please. Save your threats for someone who cares", she replied, her voice laced with amusement.

Your frustration reached a boiling point as you unleashed a torrent of insults and curses, each word aimed squarely at Ashley. But she remained unfazed, her chuckles only serving to fuel your anger further.

With a resigned sigh, Ashley shook her head, her lips quirking into a condescending smile. "Feisty, aren't you?", she remarked casually, as if your aggression was nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

You seethed with impotent rage, unable to do anything but glare at her from your bound position.

"What the fuck do you want from me?", you demanded.

"It's not what I want, darling. It's what Homelander wants", she replied smoothly.

Your heart sank at her words, a cold dread settling in the pit of your stomach. "Homelander?", you repeated incredulously, unable to believe what you were hearing. "What does he have to do with this?".

Ashley's lips curved into a sardonic smile. "Oh, nothing much. Just a simple request to… persuade you to see things his way", she explained cryptically.

Your mind raced as you tried to make sense of her words, the pieces of the puzzle slowly falling into place. If Homelander was involved, then this situation was far more dangerous than you had initially realized.

But before you could formulate a response, Ashley began to walk away, her voice trailing behind her with a chilling finality. "Welcome to Vought, darling. I hope you enjoy your stay".

As Ashley disappeared from view, leaving you alone in the empty room, your frustration and anger reached a fever pitch. Cursing loudly, you continued to struggle against your restraints, your skin chafing and burning as the ropes dug into your flesh.

With each futile attempt to break free, the ropes bit deeper into your skin, leaving angry red welts in their wake. But despite the pain, you refused to give up, fueled by a stubborn determination to escape this nightmare at any cost.

Desperation clawed at your insides as you tugged and pulled with all your strength, the metallic taste of blood filling your mouth as the ropes cut deeper into your wrists and ankles. But no matter how hard you tried, the bonds held fast, refusing to yield to your efforts.

Exhausted and defeated, you finally slumped back in the chair, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you stared at the ceiling, feeling utterly powerless and alone.

Frenchie's hands trembled as he dialed your number repeatedly, each attempt met with the same soul-crushing silence. With each failed call, his panic grew, a gnawing sense of dread settling in the pit of his stomach.

As the minutes stretched into agonizing hours, Frenchie's mind raced with a thousand fears and possibilities. What had happened to you? Where were you? Was it too late to help?

Frantically, he searched the apartment for any sign of your whereabouts, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and frustration. But all he found was silence, broken only by the relentless buzzing of his phone as he continued to call your number.

With each unanswered call, Frenchie felt a sense of helplessness wash over him, a crushing weight that threatened to suffocate him. He had to do something, anything, to find you and bring you back safe.

But as the hours ticked by and his efforts yielded no results, Frenchie realized that he was facing an uphill battle with no end in sight.

With a sinking feeling in his chest, Frenchie dialed Butcher's number. After several rings, Butcher finally picked up, his voice gruff and impatient.

"What is it, Frenchie? I'm in the middle of something", Butcher snapped, his tone no-nonsense as usual.

Frenchie swallowed hard, trying to keep his voice steady despite the rising panic within him. "Butcher, it's urgent. I can't reach (Y/N)", he blurted out, the words tumbling from his lips in a rush.

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Butcher responded, his tone grudgingly concerned. "What do you mean you can't reach her? What's going on?", he demanded.

Frenchie quickly explained the situation, recounting how he had been unable to contact you for hours and the growing sense of dread that had consumed him.

Butcher's response was terse, his words clipped and to the point. "Keep trying. I'll see what I can find out from this end", he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Frenchie nodded, even though Butcher couldn't see him. "Thanks, Butcher", he replied gratefully, his relief evident in his voice.

But as he hung up the phone, Frenchie couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air. He knew that time was of the essence, and that he would stop at nothing to find you and bring you back home.

With a sense of urgency, Frenchie continued to try reaching you without success, his heart sinking with each unanswered call. Determined not to give up, he turned his attention to scouring through the camera recordings of the city, hoping to catch a glimpse of you.

After what felt like an eternity of searching, just as he was about to give up hope, his eyes caught sight of a familiar figure in one of the recordings. It was you, being escorted by the two men and the ominous black SUV.

A surge of relief flooded through Frenchie as he quickly scrutinized the footage, committing every detail to memory. As he zoomed in on the license plate of the vehicle, his blood ran cold when he saw the unmistakable emblem of Vought.

Heart pounding, Frenchie wasted no time in dialing Butcher’s number once more, his voice urgent as he relayed the newfound information. “Butcher, I’ve found her. She’s with Vought”, he blurted out, his words rushed with adrenaline.

“Vought? What the bloody hell are they up to now?”, he growled, his frustration evident.

“I don´t know, but we need to act fast”, he insisted.

Butcher’s response was immediate and decisive. “I’ll send the team back. Except Soldier Boy”, he instructed.

Relief washed over Frenchie at the news, grateful for the reinforcements that were on their way. “Alright, Butcher. I’ll be ready for them”, he replied, a sense of resolve in his tone.

But Butcher wasn’t finished yet. “But Frenchie, listen to me”, he continued, his voice taking on a stern edge. “Do not, I repeat, do not go in there alone. Wait for the team to arrive. Understood?”.

Frenchie hesitated for a moment, the urgency of the situation weighing heavily on his mind. But he knew that Butcher was right. “Understood”, he replied reluctantly, knowing that it would take a few hours for the rest of the team to reach him.

Butcher's stern warning echoed in Frenchie's mind as he hung up the phone, a mixture of frustration and determination swirling within him. He knew that going in alone would be reckless, but the thought of you in danger ignited a fierce determination within him.

Taking a deep breath, Frenchie forced himself to focus on the task at hand. He needed to prepare for the arrival of the team and ensure that everything was in place for the rescue mission.

As he gathered supplies and double-checked his plans, the minutes stretched into agonizing hours, each second ticking by like an eternity.

As you struggled against your restraints, the door to the office swung open with a resounding creak, and in stepped Homelander, his presence commanding the room. His hands were clasped behind his back, and a smug smirk played on his lips as he sauntered toward you.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?", Homelander mused, his voice dripping with arrogance as he surveyed you with a mix of amusement and disdain. "Looks like Soldier Boy's little girlfriend got herself into some trouble. Again".

You bristled at his condescending tone, a surge of anger coursing through you despite your helpless situation. "I'm nobody's girlfriend", you retorted defiantly.

Homelander merely chuckled, unfazed by your bravado. "Oh, please. We both know that's not true", he replied dismissively. "But enough small talk. I have some questions for you, and I expect you to answer truthfully".

As he spoke, Homelander circled around you, his gaze piercing as he studied you with unnerving intensity. With each step he took, the sense of dread that had been gnawing at you only intensified, as you realized that you were completely at his mercy.

"Why the hell are you still alive?", Homelander demanded, his voice low and menacing, as he loomed over you.

You met his gaze with defiance, refusing to show any sign of weakness. "Maybe I'm just too stubborn to die", you shot back.

Homelander's eyes narrowed dangerously at your insolence, his patience wearing thin. "Don't play games with me", he growled, his voice tinged with frustration. "How is it that the Compound V didn't kill you, but it also didn't turn you into a supe?".

You remained silent, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer. Enraged by your defiance, Homelander's patience snapped. With a swift motion, he raised his hand and delivered a powerful slap across your face.

The force of the blow sent you and the chair crashing to the ground, pain exploding through your skull as your mouth and nose began to bleed. Through the haze of agony, you struggled to maintain consciousness, your vision swimming as you fought to keep your wits about you.

But despite the pain and the fear that threatened to overwhelm you, you refused to back down. Clinging to your defiance like a lifeline, you stared up at Homelander with unyielding resolve, silently daring him to break you.

As you lay sprawled on the ground, blood trickling from your battered face, Homelander towered over you, his expression cold and unyielding.

"Answer me", he demanded, his voice a menacing growl. "How did you survive?".

Gritting your teeth against the pain, you met his gaze. "Wouldn't you like to know?", you spat back, your voice thick with contempt.

Homelander's eyes flashed with fury at your insolence. He grabbed you by the collar of your shirt, hauling you up until you were eye level with him.

"You think you're clever, don't you?", he sneered, his grip tightening on your shirt. "But I'll make you talk, one way or another".

"Good luck with that", you retorted.

With a frustrated growl, Homelander shoved you back to the ground, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. "We'll see about that", he replied ominously, turning to leave the room.

As he disappeared from view, leaving you battered and bruised on the floor, you knew that your ordeal was far from over.

As the hours dragged on, your body bore the cruel marks of Homelander’s relentless interrogation. Bruises blossomed across your skin like dark petals, and blood stained your torn clothing. Every breath came with a sharp pang of pain, and each movement sent waves of agony coursing through your battered frame.

Homelander’s attempts to extract information from you grew increasingly brutal with each passing hour. He wielded violence like a blunt instrument, striking you with merciless force and leaving you gasping for breath, teetering on the brink of unconsciousness.

But despite the physical torment, you remained steadfast in your defiance. With every blow, you gritted your teeth and endured, clinging to the last shreds of your resilience as if it were a lifeline.

Homelander’s frustration simmered beneath the surface, his attempts to break you only fueling his anger. Yet, despite his best efforts, you remained silent, your determination unyielding even in the face of such brutal violence.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of torment, Homelander paused, his cold gaze lingering on your broken form. You lay on the ground, barely conscious, your breaths shallow and ragged.

“Look at you”, he spat, his tone laced with disgust. “Pathetic. Weak. You’re not even worth the dirt beneath my boots”.

Your body screamed in agony, but you were too exhausted to muster a response. Every breath felt like a struggle, and the pain radiating from every inch of your body threatened to overwhelm you.

With a dismissive scoff, Homelander turned away from you, his attention shifting to the doctors who had entered the room behind him. “Get to work”, he ordered them, his voice cold and authoritative. “Run every test possible. I want to know everything about her, no matter how painful”.

The doctors nodded obediently, their expressions unreadable as they approached you.

As the doctors lifted you from the ground and began to carry you out of the room, Ashley appeared at Homelander's side, her brow furrowed in concern. "What happened to her?", she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.

Homelander's expression remained impassive as he glanced back at you, lying half-conscious in the doctors' arms. "She didn't want to cooperate", he replied simply, his tone tinged with annoyance.

Ashley's eyes narrowed slightly as she studied you, her curiosity piqued by the sight of your battered form. "She looks half dead", she observed.

Homelander shrugged indifferently, his gaze never leaving your prone figure. "She's tougher than she looks", he remarked dismissively. "But we'll see how long that lasts".

With that, the group disappeared through the doorway, leaving the room empty once more, save for the lingering echo of your labored breaths. As you were carried into the depths of the facility, a sense of dread settled over you, knowing that whatever lay ahead would test your resilience like never before.

Ashley's expression darkened with concern as she listened to Homelander's explanation, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. "Is that such a good idea?", she ventured cautiously, her voice tinged with doubt. "If she's Soldier Boy's girlfriend, won't he come for her sooner or later?".

Homelander's eyes flashed with irritation at the suggestion, his grip tightening on Ashley's throat as he pushed her up against the wall with brutal force. "I don't need your input, Ashley", he hissed, his voice low "I know what I'm doing".

Gasping for breath, Ashley struggled against Homelander's iron grip, her fear palpable in the air between them. "I-I'm just saying…", she stammered, her words choked off by Homelander's unyielding hold.

With a cruel smirk, Homelander leaned in close, his eyes boring into Ashley's with icy intensity. "Do you really think Soldier Boy stands a chance against me?", he taunted. "He's nothing compared to what I am".

As Homelander released his grip on Ashley, she slumped to the ground, gasping for air and rubbing her bruised throat. Trembling, she watched as Homelander strode past her, his expression cold and calculated.

Without sparing her a second glance, Homelander followed the two doctors who were carrying you, his footsteps echoing ominously in the empty hallway. As they entered the lab, the doctors carefully placed you down on a large examination table, your body limp.

Homelander approached the table with an air of authority, his eyes narrowing. "Make sure every test is conducted", he ordered the doctors. "I want to know everything about her, no matter the cost".

The doctors nodded obediently, their expressions grave as they prepared to carry out Homelander's instructions. With a sense of dread weighing heavy in the air, they began their examination, knowing that whatever they discovered could have far-reaching consequences for both you and the world beyond. And as they worked, Homelander watched on with a cold detachment, his mind already plotting his next move in this dangerous game of power and control.

"Tie her up", he ordered.

The doctors exchanged a hesitant glance, their eyes flickering with concern as they looked at your battered and broken body. "But sir, she's already in no condition to resist", one of them ventured tentatively, a note of apprehension in his voice.

Homelander's expression darkened with impatience at their hesitation. "Do it", he snapped. "She may be weak and pathetic, but she'll fight tooth and nail if given the chance. I won't take any risks".

With a resigned nod, the doctors reluctantly set to work, securing your limbs with restraints despite their misgivings. As they tightened the bonds around your wrists and ankles, you stirred slightly, a low groan escaping your lips.

Homelander watched with a cold detachment as they finished their task, his eyes lingering on your bound form with a sense of satisfaction. "Good", he declared. "Now let's see what secrets she's hiding".

With a sense of grim determination, the doctors resumed their examination, knowing that they had little choice but to carry out Homelander's orders.

With clinical precision, they extracted every possible fluid from your broken body, subjecting you to a barrage of painful tests and procedures.

Needles pierced your skin, drawing blood and other bodily fluids as the doctors worked tirelessly to uncover the secrets hidden within you. Each extraction sent waves of agony coursing through your weakened form, but you were bound and helpless, unable to do anything but endure the torment.

Homelander watched with a mixture of fascination and anticipation, his eyes alight with a twisted sense of curiosity as he awaited the results of the tests. With each vial filled with your precious fluids, he grew more impatient, eager to uncover whatever secrets lay buried beneath your battered exterior.

As the hours dragged on, the doctors spared no mercy in their relentless pursuit of knowledge, subjecting you to increasingly painful and invasive procedures. They prodded and probed every inch of your broken body, extracting tissue samples and running tests with a cold efficiency that bordered on cruelty.

Though you could feel yourself slipping further into the abyss with each passing moment, you refused to surrender, clinging to the hope that somehow, someway, you would survive this ordeal.

Meanwhile Frenchie stood anxiously outside the airport, his eyes scanning the arrivals hall for any sign of his teammates. Finally, he spotted them making their way towards him, relief flooding through him as Hughie, MM, Kimiko, and Annie approached.

"About time you guys showed up", Frenchie sighted, opening the door of the car for them.

Kimiko gave Frenchie a quick kiss on the cheek before sliding into the passenger seat, her hands moving gracefully as she signed her concern. "Did you find her?", she signed quietly, her eyes filled with worry.

Frenchie nodded grimly, his hands mirroring her serious expression. "Yeah, but it's not good", he signed back, his movements precise and deliberate. "We need to move fast".

As the car sped towards their destination, Annie leaned forward slightly from the backseat, her expression filled with curiosity. "What could Vought possibly want with her?", she asked, her voice tinged with concern.

Frenchie glanced at her through the rearview mirror, his hands still firmly on the wheel. "I'm not sure, but whatever it is, it can't be good",

Hughie nodded in agreement, his brow furrowed with worry. "Vought's always up to something", he remarked, his voice somber.

With each passing mile, the tension in the car grew thicker, the weight of their mission pressing heavily on their minds.

"Did you find Homelander in Europe?", Frenchie asked.

Hughie shook his head. "No, he wasn't anywhere to be found", he replied, his voice tinged with frustration.

Frenchie's shoulders slumped slightly, a sense of disappointment washing over him. "Damn", he muttered quietly.

MM leaned forward from the backseat, his gaze meeting Frenchie's in the rearview mirror. "Soldier Boy and Butcher are on a hot lead, though", he added.

Frenchie nodded, his mind racing with possibilities. "Does Soldier Boy know about (Y/N) being gone?", he asked carefully, his eyes flickering with concern.

Annie frowned, her brow furrowing with confusion. "I don't think so", she replied, her tone uncertain. "Why?".

Frenchie sighed, his expression grave. "We need to be careful", he warned. "If Soldier Boy finds out, it could escalate things".

Annie's brow furrowed with confusion as she glanced between Frenchie, Hughie, and MM. "But why would Soldier Boy escalate things if he found out she's gone?", she questioned, her voice laced with concern.

MM's brow furrowed as he considered Frenchie's explanation. "I get that he doesn't like being left out, but… I don´t think he would care that much on this one", he remarked.

Frenchie sighed inwardly, wishing he could divulge the full extent of the situation to his teammates. However, knowing the delicate nature of the relationship between you and Soldier Boy, he opted for a vague response. "Soldier Boy's got a temper", he replied vaguely, his tone cryptic.

Hughie leaned forward, his brow furrowed in contemplation. "You know, Soldier Boy probably cares more about taking down Homelander than anything else", he suggested, his voice tinged with conviction.

Frenchie couldn't help but snort at the remark, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes. However, he quickly composed himself, realizing the seriousness of the situation. "Maybe", he replied, trying to downplay his reaction. "But let's focus on finding (Y/N) first".

Annie glanced between them, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Either way, we need to be prepared for anything", she added.

A few minutes later, the team arrived at the Vought tower, its sleek exterior towering above them like a monolithic fortress. With cautious determination, they made their way towards a hidden entrance that Annie knew from her time with The Seven.

As they slipped inside, the air was thick with tension, each footstep echoing softly in the empty halls. They moved with silent precision, their senses alert for any sign of danger.

Annie led the way, her eyes scanning the shadows for any lurking threats. "This way", she whispered, her voice barely audible as she guided them through the labyrinthine corridors.

Frenchie and Hughie followed closely behind. "Keep an eye out for security cameras", Frenchie murmured.

As the team stepped into the elevator, Annie couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at her gut. The ease with which they had infiltrated the building seemed too good to be true.

Her brow furrowed in suspicion as she glanced around at her teammates. "This feels too easy", she remarked quietly, her voice tinged with concern.

Frenchie nodded in agreement, his expression mirroring her unease. "Yeah, something doesn't feel right", he replied.

As the elevator doors slid open, revealing Homelander standing before them with a menacing smirk, the team froze in shock. Their surprise quickly turned to alarm, as the realization dawned on them that their adversary was right in front of them, despite being expected to be halfway across the world.

Homelander's cold gaze swept over the team, his lips curling into a malicious grin. "Look who decided to pay us a visit", he taunted.

"You shouldn't be here", Annie retorted defiantly.

But Homelander just chuckled darkly, his gaze lingering on each member of the team with chilling intensity. "And yet, here I am", he replied, his tone filled with ominous promise. "I suggest you surrender now", he growled, his eyes flashing with lethal intent. "Or things are going to get messy".

The team exchanged tense glances, their hearts pounding with. With a surge of adrenaline, they sprang into action, their movements fluid and coordinated as they launched their attack on Homelander. Annie unleashed a barrage of energy blasts, her powers crackling with raw power as she aimed for her target with precision.

But Homelander was a force to be reckoned with, his reflexes lightning-fast as he effortlessly dodged Annie's attacks. With a flick of his wrist, he knocked her off balance and sending her crashing to the ground.

Frenchie and Hughie rushed forward, their fists flying as they attempted to overpower Homelander with sheer brute force. But the Supe was unfazed, his strength and agility unmatched as he effortlessly blocked their every blow, delivering punishing counterattacks with devastating accuracy.

Meanwhile, MM circled around behind Homelander, his mind racing as he searched for a weakness to exploit. But before he could make a move, Homelander whirled around, his eyes narrowing as he locked onto his target. With a menacing grin, he lunged forward.

The team fought valiantly, their determination unwavering even in the face of overwhelming odds. But no matter how hard they fought, they couldn't seem to gain the upper hand against Homelander's relentless onslaught. With each passing moment, the battle grew more chaotic and intense, until a doctor approached the scene, his expression tense with urgency. "Homelander, she's awake", he announced, his voice quivering with apprehension.

Homelander's eyes narrowed at the news, his attention momentarily diverted from the fight. With a growl of frustration, he turned to a group of nearby guards, his voice booming with authority. "Throw them in a cell", he commanded.

The guards wasted no time in carrying out Homelander's orders, their hands gripping the team firmly as they dragged them away from the chaotic scene.

Meanwhile, Homelander followed the doctor towards the source of the disturbance.

As they approached the room where you were being held, Homelander's pace quickened, a predatory gleam in his eyes.

As Butcher and Soldier Boy pressed forward through the desolate streets of Spain, the weight of their mission heavy on their shoulders. “Why the fuck did the other fuckers bugger off?”, he grumbled, his frustration palpable.

Butcher’s expression darkened at the question, his jaw clenching with tension. “They didn’t bugger off, mate”, he replied tersely, his voice low and gruff. “They went to rescue (Y/N)”.

Ben´s steps faltered at the mention of your name, his heart pounding in his chest. “What do you mean, rescue (Y/N)?”, he demanded.

Butcher’s gaze hardened as he met Ben´s eyes, his words heavy with significance. “Vought took her”, he explained bluntly, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

Ben´s world seemed to come crashing down around him at Butcher's words, his mind reeling with rage. "Vought took her?", he repeated, his voice trembling with anger and disbelief.

Butcher nodded solemnly, his eyes never leaving Soldier Boy's as he confirmed the grim truth. "Aye. And the rest of the team went to get her back", he reiterated, his tone steady despite the intensity of the situation.

A surge of fury surged through Soldier Boy's veins, his temper flaring as he struggled to contain the overwhelming flood of emotions. Without a word, he lunged forward, his hands curling into fists as he shoved Butcher to the ground.

Butcher hit the pavement with a grunt, the impact jolting through his body as he struggled to regain his bearings. He met Soldier Boy's furious gaze with surprise.

Soldier Boy loomed over Butcher, his chest heaving with exertion as he fought to control his rage. "You should've fucking well told me", he seethed, his voice raw with emotion.

Butcher pushed himself up onto his elbows, his expression hardening as he met Soldier Boy’s fiery gaze. “And what good would that have done, eh?”, he shot back, his voice tinged with frustration. “We’ve got bigger bloody priorities now”.

Soldier Boy’s fists clenched at his sides, his jaw tightening. “Fuck off”, he spat, his tone laced with contempt as he turned away.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?”.

Ben didn’t look back as he answered. “I’m fucking going to get her back”.

Butcher quickened his pace to catch up with Soldier Boy. “Listen, mate”, he called out, his voice urgent as he closed the distance between them. “Starlight and the rest of the team, they’ll get her back. We just need to trust them”.

Soldier Boy came to an abrupt halt, his shoulders tense with frustration as he turned to face Butcher. “Trust them?”, he scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. “They’ll probably just end up fucking it all up”.

Butcher felt a surge of concern as he watched Soldier Boy’s chest start to glow , a silent reminder of the immense power that simmered beneath. “Easy there, mate”, he urged, his voice calm despite the rising tension. “We don’t need any explosions tonight”, he raised both hands.

Soldier Boy gritted his teeth, his frustration bubbling dangerously close to the surface as he struggled to contain his temper.

Ben´s jaw clenched tightly, his eyes flashing with a fierce determination. "I'm flying back, right now".

Butcher hesitated for a moment, weighing the risks of allowing Soldier Boy to act impulsively against the urgency of the situation. Finally, he nodded in reluctant agreement. "Alright", he conceded, his tone tinged with resignation. "Let's get to the airport".

As the team found themselves confined to a dimly lit cell in the depths of the Vought tower, tension hung heavy in the air. Hughie paced back and forth, his frustration evident in every restless step.

"This is bullshit", he muttered under his breath. "We were so close to getting (Y/N) back".

Annie leaned against the cold concrete wall, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she surveyed their surroundings. "We need to find a way out of here", she stated , her gaze sweeping over the barred door with a steely determination.

MM nodded in agreement, his expression grim as he assessed their options. "Agreed. But we need to be smart about it", he cautioned.

As Homelander loomed over you at the examination table, his presence casting a sinister shadow over the room, you couldn't suppress the shiver of fear that coursed through your battered body. His smirk sent a chill down your spine as he gazed down at you with chilling satisfaction.

With a cruel glint in his eyes, Homelander turned to the doctors standing nearby. "Give her the double dose of pure Compound V", he ordered.

Your heart pounded in your chest as the doctors moved to obey his command, their expressions grim with resignation. As they prepared the syringe, dread washed over you like a tidal wave.

Homelander's gaze never wavered as he turned back to you, his smirk widening into a predatory grin. "This should probably kill you", he taunted, his words echoing with a chilling finality.

As the doctors approached with the syringe filled with Compound V, your muscles tensing in anticipation of the excruciating pain to come. You gritted your teeth, bracing yourself for the inevitable torment.

The doctors injected the double dose of Compound V into your bloodstream, the burning sensation spreading like wildfire through your veins. Agony tore through you, every nerve in your body ablaze with searing pain as the powerful substance coursed through your system.

You cried out in torment, your screams echoing off the sterile walls of the lab as you writhed in agony on the examination table. The world blurred around you, consumed by the white-hot agony that consumed every fiber of your being.

Homelander watched with cold detachment. "Pathetic", he sneered.

As the potent Compound V surged through your veins, the intensity of the pain became unbearable. Your vision blurred, darkness creeping in at the edges as your consciousness slipped away once more

Since you were unconscious, Homelander returned to the team.

His grin widened as he stood in front of the cell. "Well", he taunted. "Do you lot know about your little friend's impressive talents with Compound V?".

The team exchanged wary glances.

Homelander watched the team's expressions. "You see, your friend is pretty much dead", he explained. "But somehow, she still refuses to die".

An eerie silence fell over the room as the weight of Homelander's words settled upon the captive team. Again, they exchanged fearful glances, the gravity of the situation sinking in with each passing moment.

Frenchie´s jaw clenched tightly, his fists balling at his sides as he struggled to contain his rising anger. "What have you done to her?", he demanded.

But Homelander just chuckled. "Oh, nothing that she didn't bring upon herself", he replied casually. "But don't worry, I have big plans for her".

With a cold smirk, Homelander turned and strode away from the cell, leaving the team to grapple with the chilling realization of the danger you were facing.

"We can't just sit here and do nothing", Frenchie declared.

Annie nodded in agreement, her eyes flashing with urgency as she scanned their surroundings for any potential means of escape. "We need to find a way out of here".

Kimiko signed urgently, her movements quick and deliberate as she communicated her assent to the rest of the team. MM nodded solemnly, his expression grave as he prepared himself for the daunting task ahead.

Frenchie let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping with defeat as he glanced around the cell. “But… there’s no way out”, he admitted, his voice tinged with resignation. “These cells are designed to hold in any kind of supe or human, no matter how strong”.

Annie’s brows furrowed with frustration as she considered their predicament. “There has to be something we can do”, she insisted.

Hughie and MM exchanged worried glances, the gravity of their situation sinking in. “We’re screwed”, Hughie muttered.

As you slowly stirred from your slumber, your body aching from the ordeal you had endured, you found yourself greeted by the sight of Homelander looming over you, a cruel smirk playing on his lips

The doctors bustled around you, their movements precise and methodical as they continued to run another battery of tests, their expressions a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

Homelander's patience seemed to wear thin as he observed the proceedings, his frustration simmering beneath the surface. "What's taking so long?", he demanded, his voice sharp with impatience. "I want results, and I want them now".

The lead doctor glanced nervously at Homelander before returning his attention to his work, his hands trembling slightly as he adjusted the instruments. "We're doing everything we can, sir", he assured him, his voice trembling with fear.

But Homelander wasn't satisfied with the response, his temper flaring as he turned his attention back to you. "How is she still alive?", he spat, his voice tinged with disbelief. "She's just a human. That much of Compound V should have killed her by now".

As the hours dragged on, the relentless barrage of tests and procedures continued unabated, each one more invasive and agonizing than the last.

You drifted in and out of consciousness, the pain and exhaustion threatening to overwhelm you with each passing moment. Each time you faded into unconsciousness, you prayed for the sweet release of oblivion, only to be pulled back into the waking nightmare of your reality.

With each cut and incision, you felt your strength waning, your body growing weaker and more fragile with each passing moment. Yet still, you clung to life, your will to survive burning bright even in the face of such relentless torment.

Homelander watched with a mixture of fascination and frustration, his impatience growing with each failed attempt to unlock the secrets hidden within your seemingly ordinary frame. He paced the room restlessly, his eyes never leaving your prone form as he silently urged the doctors to try more drastic measures, unwilling to accept defeat.

With a roar of anger, he lashed out at the nearest piece of equipment, sending it crashing to the ground in a shower of sparks.

The doctors scrambled to appease him, their fear palpable in the air as they desperately tried to placate the enraged supe. But nothing seemed to calm Homelander's fury, his anger consuming him like a raging inferno.

In the midst of the chaos, you remained unconscious, oblivious to the turmoil unfolding around you. Your body lay still and lifeless, the only sign of your struggle the shallow rise and fall of your chest.

With a swift and deadly grace, Soldier Boy materialized behind the doctors, his presence like a shadow in the darkness. Without hesitation, he seized each of them by the heart, ripping the organs from their chests with a sickening crunch before tossing them aside like discarded toys.

As the lifeless bodies crumpled to the ground, Soldier Boy turned to face Homelander, his eyes smoldering with a fierce intensity. “You’ve made a fucking mistake”, he growled.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰 I can't wait to upload Chapter 16

Part 16

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yujo-nishimura · 3 months

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Whispers of the Desert Kingdom - Part 2

Warning: Sir Crocodile x fem reader, mention of masturbation, English is not my native language, not proof-read, age gap

words: 766

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You were always obedient to your father's requests, which is why Vivi had joined the pirates while you stayed in the country. However, you couldn't shake off the feeling of suspicion regarding this sudden order.

"Has the king given any specific reason for me not to meet the visitor?" you inquire, sensing Pell's avoidance of eye contact and his hesitation, indicating that he was lying.

"Well, for now, there hasn't been any reason given," Pell responds, clearly uncomfortable with the situation.

"Very well, then. Please bring me some breakfast, and I will commence my studies," you say, releasing Pell from his uncomfortable position near the door, understanding the guilt he must feel for having to lie to you.

He swiftly leaves your room, and you can hear the door being locked from the outside. It seemed like an unreasonable measure in your eyes, but you sigh and slump your shoulders. All this commotion and excitement surrounding a visitor you're not supposed to meet? What could this possibly be about?

As you walk towards your desk, your eyes catch sight of the books for today's study. Opening the drawer, you retrieve your feather, ink, and pen. However, out of the corner of your eye, you notice a sudden commotion outside. Curiosity piqued, you swiftly step towards the window, gently lifting the curtain to get a better look.

Before you, a group of finely dressed individuals arrive, and amidst them stands Chaka, the dark-haired second warrior of the palace, who has always been a true friend to you, much like Pell. He bows respectfully, and as your gaze scans the gathering, you spot a tall figure approaching. Your heart skips a beat as you recognize him. Towering in stature, with a muscular build, slicked-back purple hair, and a cigar clenched between his teeth, he exudes an aura of power. His extravagant attire fits his status - it is Sir Crocodile, the second richest man in the kingdom and one of the most influential figures in the town of Alubarna. You not only know him by his formidable reputation as a warlord of the sea, protected by the government, but also by personal acquaintance. Five years ago, when you were still young, you had the opportunity to meet him at a banquet attended by the kingdom's esteemed personalities and mayors, accompanying your father.

At the age of 17, your father introduced you to Sir Crocodile. He was much older than you and his imposing presence, coupled with his cold eyes, intimidated you. Throughout the banquet, you barely interacted with anyone else, instead focusing on discreetly observing Crocodile, captivated by his appearance.

This initial encounter sparked a mild obsession within you. After returning home, you found yourself frequently thinking about him. Over the following months and years, you would spend your weekend evenings sneaking into the local casino that he owned, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. However, encountering him there was a rare occurrence. He seldom mingled with his customers or the commoners, and most of the time, you left disappointed, unable to even lay eyes on him.

In the span of those five years, you were fortunate enough to see him on only three occasions. However, you lacked the courage to approach him, and Crocodile himself never recognized you or made any effort to engage with you. Your infatuation gradually transformed into a deep longing, causing many sleepless nights as you lay awake in bed, imagining his beautiful muscular chest beneath his luxurious attire. You fantasized about his golden hook gently caressing your skin, and the mere thought sent shivers down your spine, often leading you to touch yourself in desire and solitude.

As the princess of the kingdom, you were acutely aware of the need to maintain proper decency, and your infatuation with this man conflicted with those expectations.

Observing him as he made his way towards the palace, Chaka warmly welcoming him, it suddenly dawned on you that he was the highly anticipated and esteemed visitor everyone had been eagerly awaiting. Your heart raced, and a flush of excitement spread across your skin. Why had your father extended an invitation to the only man who held such immense significance in your world?

As you reluctantly tore your gaze away from the window, a sense of dizziness overwhelmed you. Just as you were about to step back, you gasped in sheer awe. Crocodile had lifted his eyes, meeting your gaze through the glass. Your lips parted gently, and disbelief washed over you. He smiled—an enchanting sight—his dark eyes gleaming through the wisps of smoke from his cigars.

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bi-bard · 1 year

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Misdiagnosis - James Wilson Imagine (House M.D)

Title: Misdiagnosis

Pairing: James Wilson X Reader

Word Count: 1,108 words

Warning(s): none that I'm aware of

Summary: [Season 4, Episode 9] After discovering he had misdiagnosed a patient, Wilson is left in a spiral of thoughts. (Y/n) tries to pull him out of it.

Author's Note: A while ago, I had a House MD OC. I deleted it because I wasn't happy with it. The planning was shaky, and I didn't really like the OC's storyline. So, I went back, I replanned it, and now we have a better House MD OC that I am much happier with. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

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It wasn't common that Greg voiced his concerns to me.

Even when he did, he was never clear about them. He acted like he didn't care and was just making jokes about other people's misery. I could usually see through it.

So, when he came in joking about how James was going to be sued by a patient because the patient was going to live, I understood what he was saying.

"And why did you tell that patient that they had a solid case," I asked, folding my hands together and resting my chin on them.

He dramatically scoffed. "You think it's me?"

"You have very weird ways of intervening when you think someone is being stupid," I shrugged. "Plus, no lawyer would actually tell him that he had an actual case because he was going to live."

House sighed and plopped onto the chair on the other side of my desk.

"Now, why did you do that?"

"Because Wilson was being an idiot," he explained.

"More detail, please."

"He was going to pay that man because he gave that man good news."

"And now, you're here because you want me to go get him to agree with you?"

"Use your psychologist babble."

"You can't only acknowledge my job when you need me to do something."

"I can if I'm asking you to help our friend avoid becoming self-destructive."

"Self-destructive?"

"You won't know for sure unless you talk to him."

Greg pushed himself out of the chair and walked out of my office. I let out a huff and shook my head. He knew exactly how to get under my skin. Asshole.

I found myself outside James's office a little while later. I sighed before knocking on the door. He pulled the door open.

"How did one of you learn to knock and the other one sometimes climbs across to my balcony," James asked.

I just shrugged. He motioned for me to walk in. I took a moment to look out at the balcony once I had.

"You could put tinfoil along the top," I said. James had his eyebrows furrowed when I looked at him. "Like when you have a cat that keeps jumping onto your counter. You put tinfoil along the top and something about the noise spooks them."

"Are you comparing your brother to a cat?"

"It's probably the nicest thing I've compared him to."

James laughed and shook his head, going to walk back to his desk.

"Were you really going to pay a patient for giving him good news," I asked.

He paused, looking at me for a moment before speaking, "House sent you here?"

"He said you were becoming self-destructive," I replied. "Not that I really believe him, but I was very curious-"

"It was 6,000 dollars-"

"Why?" my eyes went wide.

"I... I gave him six months to live," he explained. "He needed the money after he sold his house. He had a trip to Venice planned! I... I wanted to help him."

"This is about the false positive patient?"

"Yes!"

I sighed. "Okay..."

"Don't psychoanalyze me."

"Your guilt surrounding your patients is unhealthy-"

"(Y/n)!"

"Listen to me," I stepped forward and leaned on the desk. "I can't say why, but I think you're feeling unnecessary guilt around events that aren't your fault."

"I gave that man the wrong diagnosis-"

"Because of a false positive," I replied. "At the end of the day, medicine is a field with very little control. I think your guilt is an attempt to control what you can't."

He didn't respond to that.

"I should know... I deal with the human psyche," I shrugged. "Even more variables than the physical body."

He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Wrong diagnoses happen," I continued. "Sometimes they're completely out of our control. And sometimes they work out for the better, sometimes they don't. This last patient was one of the good outcomes, no matter how that man sees it. You cannot control the actions of another person when they believe that they are facing the end of their life or how they choose to handle learning that they aren't. You are not responsible for that. You are responsible for giving that man the correct diagnosis. That's it."

James continued looking at me for a moment before sighing and responding, "I see why Cuddy hired you."

"She does better with two voices of reason than one."

He grinned at me. I pushed myself back, so I was standing up straight again.

"So, do I still have to worry about you becoming self-destructive," I asked.

He scoffed. "I'm not the self-destructive one in your life."

"Yeah, but you're more willing to let people help you," I replied.

I opened my arms and waved him over. He raised an eyebrow at me. I just waved him over again.

He walked over and let me pull him into a hug.

"You're doing a good job, James," I muttered. "I promise."

"Thanks," he mumbled before stepping back and grinning at me. "You have no idea how much hearing that means to me."

I don't think I could've formed a good response to that statement. I don't know if there was one. Saying something like "you're welcome" risked the chance of looking egotistical. Trying to shrug it off could've looked ungrateful. No response felt like it was good enough.

I didn't have to worry about that for long.

I barely had a moment to overthink my response before James leaned over and pressed his lips to mine.

I leaned back a few seconds later out of complete shock.

"I... I'm sorry," he said immediately. "I... I don't know why I did that-"

"It's okay," I stopped him. I started walking toward the door. "Really, it's fine. Just fine. I just... I have a lot of work to do. This was meant to be a quick visit. I'll... I'll see you later."

"(Y/n)-"

"I'll see you later," I repeated before leaving and closing the door behind me.

I looked around, feeling like everyone knew what happened or could easily figure it out by looking at me. I shook my head. Spotlight effect. I knew that.

"Shit," I muttered to myself before running my hands over my face and starting to walk back to my office.

It wasn't that the kiss was bad. It was the exact opposite. It was perfect. That was the problem.

It felt like years of friendship were teetering very delicately on a rope and whatever happened in James's office tried to push it off. And I couldn't tell if I would've been upset but that idea or not.

And that terrified me.

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luimagines · 5 months

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Honestly, female hero! Reader is so interesting to me. Like;

- would they be more protective of her? Like they might not even be aware of it, just second nature.

- if they were injured how would they react to having to treat her wounds?

- would they be more emotionally open to her? And she becomes their secret keeper? (I have read that men in general tend to be more emotionally open to women)

- would they use her to get shit from gerudo? Or are they still little shits and sneak around gerudo themselves?

- how would they react to female bodily functions and anatomy? They're traveling together so it's normal to see more of that type of stuff, but I can imagine that for most of them it might be a smack to the face again that this is a woman.

- would they treat her like just one of the guys? Would they acknowledge that she's a woman and just be chill about it? Or do they try to sneak in some special treatment as she's the only woman with 9 guys surrounding her.

- if they're away from civilization and have to bathe, how does that go?

- if they were to find out that she was their decendant / successor how would they react?

- etc etc

Just all questions that I love to think about and think about the nuances of it all.

Ok. I try to keep reader a gender neutral as possible but I've been staring at these in my ask box for a while and I think I finally have the mind the answer them without feeling neaanced.

I did talk about a female reader a while ago. I did a list of headcanons and how Reader would react with each of the boys. You can read that right here.

I do think the Chain would be more protective of her as a whole. Chivalry would run deep in many of their veins. They would let her fight, sure. She's the first they would cover and the first to receive medical attention if she needs it.

Twilight would probably be the first to know when it's the time of the month since he would be able to smell the blood and all but I think the one who handles it the best is Warrior. Warrior traveled with a lot of women soldier and warriors during his adventures. He's not stranger to it and probably ends up having extra in his pack by accident since he never took them out.

They absolutely use her to get into Gerudo Town, but Wild and or Twilight typically goes with her just because there's safety in numbers and all that jazz. And also to keep her in check if she decides to gossip about their resident Link. -.-

They have a strange mix of treating her like of the guys and giving her special treatment. Some guys give her special treatment- others are rougher than they probably should be.

In a bath house though, she obviously gets her own space. In an inn, she shares a room with one of the guys just as the rest. They may be rich but they're cheap enough to admit that they want to save their money. The gentleman with her would just turn around or enter later to give her any privacy she needs and vice versa. No need to make it complicated.

As for the descendant question-.... I actually have request for that. So I will hold out until I can write that out. You'll get that one eventually. XD

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sillyguy99 · 2 months

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* don't look now, but i lost my shoe.

(Undertale Sans x Reader)

Chapter One: * what's with these homies, dissin' my girl?

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(This story is nearly 5 years old, and though it doesn't show my best work, I decided to post it, just because I stopped it at chapter 18, when there were only 2 more chapters left to finish it. So... I'm gonna give it another shot – making minor edits to make the plot less dramatic and angsty, lol.)

(***Also, since Tumblr has a more limited format: italic texts are from you, the reader, and bold texts are from others.)

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You've changed.

The best thing your boss did was to give you that warning.

You shouldn't keep working for the law if you're just gonna be a traitor.

How am I a traitor?

You work 9 to 5, sometimes 8 to 6, for the benefit of monsters.

Now, all of a sudden, our sex life goes down the drain.

I haven't slept with you since you got that promotion, and that was two whole months ago.

I'm supposed to be your husband, but you've left me in the dry.

I'm tired.

And I refuse to sleep with someone who won't support me in my new job.

Or should I remind you said I wasn't a real detective?

That my degree's 'worth shit', simply because of the field I'm working in these days?

The rest is an ongoing, fruitless conversation you can't bother yourself with.

Through reading those texts for what has to be the twentieth time today, you sigh, hiccup, and close your eyes tight, lifting your face slightly to avoid letting tears fall.

Barely two hours are left until he comes home to drop off your child, and the mere thought that you have to sleep with him five hours after that makes your stomach twist and churn. You don't want to imagine him naked: panting, heavy, and on top of you again, doing whatever he pleases with little regards to your own limits. Nausea takes over – violent, making you open your eyes and suppress a gag.

You really, really don't want anything to do with him anymore.

Yet, he insists you should remain married until your child reaches their eighteenth birthday.

“At least wait until they're grown up,” he said. “Cuz what's six more years? Be honest with me.” Then, he chuckled. “As ugly as you frown when you see me, I doubt you hate me that much.”

That had been a year ago.

Would you really have to wait five more years until your freedom?

The thought sends chills down your spine.

While he was a good father, that adjective didn't really fit next to husband.

At the beginning of your marriage, yes – he was the best spouse you could ask for.

Now?

You'd rather eat drywall than have to spend a single second near him – without your child around, of course.

With your newest agreement, it felt more as if your husband were a client, his payment being not making your life hell, and your service what he claimed was something a wife should be willing to give twenty-four seven.

You shake your head and search for a distraction amongst the people surrounding the bar, aware you can only end up worse if you continue to dwell on the subject. The air presses down on you hot and heavy, a feeling that only increases the more time you stay seated without doing anything for your growing aches. Your sole companion is your mind when you realize you're too overcome with emotions to talk to someone without scaring them off. Chatter drowns out coherent thinking and sensory overload begins to show by how difficult breathing becomes. Seeking an escape route, you hold the bartender back with a raised hand and an 'excuse me'. Then, you ask him for some bottled water – the only kind he could touch willingly. Small embers flutter around the air as he turns around, leaving you alone with burning cheeks and a pounding headache.

Groaning, you pinch the bridge of your nose and blink through your blurry vision. Then, you adjust your glasses – despite knowing the excess shots have pretty much screwed you over already. The hour marked on your phone surfaces a sigh. How fast time seems to be going makes you notice you currently only have around an hour left before your husband arrives with your child. They would be staying with you while he went off to work, and the least you wanted was to look washed up for his arrival.

"need somethin' else, pal?"

You jolt at the new voice, deep and hearty.

Reluctantly, you cast your gaze up to see a skeleton monster standing behind the counter, now glossy with polish. His face is tough to make out with the blurriness, yet you can tell he's looking at you. From the way he stands behind the counter and the stuffy look his suit gives off with its pristine and exaggerated formality, you figure he's a new employee. His newbie appearance doesn't erase the warm and welcoming aura most bartenders appear to carry by default, however. Instead, it makes his smile and words more genuine in his approach.

It takes you a while to respond aside from shaking your head – mind hazy and disoriented. You thank him and sweep the water bottle off the counter, then turn the lid open, breathe in deep, and take a series of long, greedy gulps. Finally, you set it back down, more than half of it already gone.

One more screw up, and you were out of your job at the law department for good.

It doesn't help that you're currently hanging out at a place strictly and utterly forbidden by your boss: a hole-in-the-wall bar and grill establishment open to all, kept family-friendly during the day and becoming more daring during the night. It has been long since you ever drank alcohol of any sort, and it's beginning to show. You can hardly sit without tumbling pitifully to the side.

“hey.”

You're snapped back toward reality through the feeling of someone resting their arms over the counter, facing you and waiting for your return.

You frown and look up from the water bottle to see the same skeleton – his previous stuffy appearance appearing more natural now that he's taken off his tie and left two of the shirt's buttons unfastened.

"i’m no expert on humans, but you look like you could use someone to talk to."

You feel hazy again.

And whether due to the drinks or the heat, you're not too certain of.

But – right now – you're positive about one thing.

“U- Um…”

As you wipe a tear off your cheek and burst out half a sob and half a laugh, you realize you really could use someone to talk to.

“Thank you.”

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crimsonredfeathers · 3 months

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Leaving

~*~ Chapter 9 ~*~

Hawks x slightly older!fem!Reader

Warnings: more fluff

Word count: 1.2k

Notes: I'm ashamed of myself that it took me literal months to get back to this story 🙈 So, if there's no update even for a long period of time, I haven't abandoned this story at all, I really just didn't find the time to continue. Thank you for being patient with me, everyone ❤️

Prologue * Chapter 1 * Chapter 2 * Chapter 3 * Chapter 4 * Chapter 5 * Chapter 6 * Chapter 7 * Chapter 8 * Chapter 9 * Chapter 10

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As subtly as you could, you took in your surroundings while following Hawks to his sofa after you had taken off your coat and shoes. His home was spacious with a modern interior. A small kitchen was installed right next to the living area, the furniture looked like they were on the higher end of the price range, and quite frankly, the whole place was basically spotless. How he managed to keep everything in order with a job like that was beyond you. But what surprised you the most was the lack of personal items like pictures or other decorations, or even something that was related to a hobby he might have. "Are ya done checking out my apartment?" Hawks chuckled as he motioned for you to take a seat.

"I'm gonna grab something to drink. Are you okay with some green tea?" You nodded and sat down on the sofa, watching him pouring two glasses of tea in the little kitchen area. "Hawks, can I ask you something?" He looked over his shoulder, a little surprised. "Sure, go ahead," he replied, a smile on his lips, before he turned back to the glasses, ready to carry them over. You pondered for a second on how to phrase the question and if this really was the time to ask but ultimately decided to go ahead without beating around the bush. "Is there anyone present in your life?" His movements came to a hold for a second except for a barely visible twitch of his wings, like he was contemplating on how to answer. Finally grabbing the two glasses, he turned around. "I don't have a girlfriend if this is what you wanna know," he said as if you weren't aware of that fact anyway, wiggling his eyebrows playfully at you while he walked over to set the glasses down on the small table in front of you. Hawks had clearly decided to avoid your question for now. "You know exactly that this is not -" The ringing of the doorbell interrupted you mid-sentence, and Hawks hurried over to the intercom next to the front door. A minute later, he received the delivery and, judging by the way the delivery guy and your boss exchanged pleasantries, they seemed to have occasionally met before, at least.

Hawks closed the door of his apartment and carried over the box of pizza. Opening it, he held it out for you to take a slice before setting it down on the table. He took a seat next to you, barely leaving any space in between, and grabbed a slice of pizza as well. "Look, y/n," the young hero said, voice uncharacteristically emotionless, "my parents aren't in the picture anymore, haven't been for years. I got trained by the HPSC, which means I was surrounded by all those people much older than me without any spare time to go out and make friends." He stared at the baked dough covered in toppings and cheese in his hand. "Until you joined the agency, the closest thing to friends I had were my sidekicks, and I only met them a few weeks prior to meeting you when the agency was opened for business." You nodded, feeling a little uncomfortable with the answer. It reminded you of your own situation and made you sad, honestly. You yourself didn't have any family left. "Sorry, Hawks, I just should have let it go," you said quietly, avoiding to look at him out of guilt for ruining the mood with a question like that. "No, songbird, it's alright."

You were surprised to feel something soft brush against your back and shoulder out of nowhere. Glancing to your side, you quickly realized that his feathers were the culprits. Hawks had carefully laid one of his wings around you in a protective manner, and the warmth radiating from it made you feel at ease. "You see, I'm not a very interesting person. I don't even have any real hobbies to impress you with because I have barely any spare time. But," he smiled, his wing hugging you just a little tighter, "you'll have to tell me more about you for sure. So, how was your trip? I want to know everything. " And with that, he took the first bite out of his slice of pizza, leaving you quite a bit puzzled.

While the both of you sat there, munching away on your take-out, you told him about your trip to your hometown. "My former boss wanted me to say hi to you. He, his wife, and the others thought that it was a real pity that you couldn't make it. The little daughter of my ex-colleague seems to be a huge fan of yours, by the way." Hawks laughed. "But you're still my biggest fan, right?" You nudged his side with your elbow, only causing him to laugh even harder.

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It was getting late at this point, and both of you had to be back at work tomorrow. Sure enough, Hawks had offered to bring you home, but you didn't feel comfortable causing him any more inconveniences on his birthday and decided to go and flag down a taxi. You had already put on your coat and reached the door of his apartment when you turned to smile at Hawks who had followed behind you. "I had a lot of fun spending your birthday with you. Also, the pizza was really good. Thank you for treating me." A soft smile adorned Hawks' features. "Thank you for stopping by, y/n. It meant a lot to me." You slipped into your shoes, gave the hero a hug, and walked a few steps down the hall until you reached the elevator, pulling your small suitcase along with you. Once inside, you bowed slightly before waving goodbye. "Oh, and, just in case you wondered," he winked at you, "I did hear and feel that." A confused look graced your features when he slightly puffed out his feathers, plucking one of them and holding it up as a hint right before the doors of the elevator closed. It took you a moment to catch up on what he was talking about, but soon enough, realization hit you. He had been talking about yesterday when you had let your finger slide over his feather while wishing him a good night's rest from afar. Of course he did. You should have expected as much.

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Soon, you were fast asleep. The exhaustion of traveling had easily taken over your body once you had laid down and snuggled into the comfort of your bed. Unbeknownst to you, Hawks struggled to get to sleep over at his own apartment, tossing and turning for at least another hour, while way too many thoughts crossed his mind, every single one revolving around you.

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sygneth · 10 months

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Okay it's time for more of jeanalysis, haven't posted any for a week and that can't be

I have been thinking a bit more about how Jean we see in the playthrough is not a good representation of himself, and a few more things came to my mind.

RCM is a source of ongoing trauma. Let's put aside the job itself, the bodies, the crime scenes, and the terror of that all. Most of the officers we hear about are either brutal, toxic masculinity embodiments (often both), or not high in the ranks enough to be able to make change. Jean's partner is, for months now, always drunk, high, or both, and he (Jean) is the one who has to bear the consequences of Harry's behavior. And the citizens they are technically supposed to serve, hate the police (and rightly so). And let's add it's not a 9-5 job but a duty. For an averagely sensitive person, this is a whole lot to fuck with their head. Not to say for a more sensitive one*.

So yeah, having to deal with that all, he had to develop some sort of coping mechanisms and with fucking Revacholian/Elysian mentality and awareness of mental health, they couldn’t be very healthy right? Yeah. Especially if you take that toxic masculinity (that shows not only in the RCM but most likely the whole uneducated on the matter society of poorer districts of Revachol. Hell, wealthier districts too, it’s a general problem always and everywhere in patriarchal societies, just look at us here on Earth 2023, Poland for that matter is a great example) into consideration. No wonder he channels all his emotions into anger, because. Anger is “masculine”. Anger is acceptable. It’s fine to be angry and it’s fine to get aggressive when you are. They won’t judge for that, what is more, they’ll likely clap if you snap at someone or go and break something.

Being grumpy and sarcastic all the time? Welp. Considering that he got to spend most of his time in a surrounding that constantly traumatizes him, one gets to get bitter. (Let me get somewhat personal for a moment and just say that I have been suffering from high-functioning depression for years now, no meds seem to work here, and I have no means of doing anything more than I already did, with the shitty medical services that we have here and no money for private docs. And whenever I have to deal with people who trigger my traumas I get all spikey. And trust me, I try not to, but I can’t always control it. So yeah, here is also that. And that’s me, living in 2023 on Earth.) And just look! The more triggering factors, the more spikey he gets! How come?

(At the precinct he is grumpy alright, but he’s not really that aggressive until Harry calls. Same in the Whirling or during the trial. When he talks to Judit, Kim, or Cuno, he’s much better than when he talks to Harry. The fact that they had a great fallout just a few days ago that he probably hasn’t yet recovered emotionally from only adds here, as he is actively angry with Harry. And here look what I said before about channeling emotions.)

I feel like there could be a nice conclusion here but there is nothing more to add here, I suppose. Just that there are chances he is actually a nicer guy than we get to see and that I think there is hope for him, even in his reality.

*(Well we could of course argue whether he is or is not a sensitive person, but I’ll just say that you don’t catch the depression or addiction from thin air, these are in the majority of the cases results of someone being sensitive and not knowing healthy ways to deal with their emotions, so here’s that. Also, he apparently writes poetry (?), come on. (source: Jean&Harry’s desk promo, for those who missed that one (if you did then go and read this thread this is fucking mine of gold)))

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babyharleezy · 2 years

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Jack and the reader have been going through a rough patch lately and not been able to see each other much, leading to lots of arguments, so he makes it up to her by taking time off from working and arranging a special night for the reader

love you too much to lose you

(jack harlow x reader)

bloo's notes: this is long and i am rlly proud of it. i was also writing this when i was harassed by a fucking spider...anyway. hope yall enjoy <3

4 am. it was 4 am and jack promised you he would be home by ten. you waited six whole hours for him. you sat on the couch with the tv on in the background and you were sitting on your phone. you were waiting for him. you heard the garage open and the sound of jacks car pulling in. you heard the car shut off and the garage door open behind you. you were pissed off. "where were you jack? you promised me that you would be home 6 fucking hours ago. not a single fucking text. not one "hey babe i'm gonna be late, don't wait up for me." jack i am so fucking tired. i haven't seen you in weeks. the most time i've spent with you in the last month was when we laid in bed talking to each other for 10 minutes." you ranted to him before turning around to see jack, clay, urban, and druski. all four of the boys were shocked. hell, you were even shocked to see them.

"umm we'll just excuse ourselves...good night y/n" clay spoke up and the three boys scurried past you to the opposite side of the house. they knew jack was in big trouble. jack cleared his throat and your attention was back onto him. his baby blues filled with disappointment. he was disappointed that he let you down and that you two haven't spent time with each other. "y/n i'm sorry, i really am. we just lost track of time at the studio." jack explained to you. he tried coming closer to you and grabbing your hand but you pulled away. "whatever jack, you promised me you would be home early tonight and you didn't show up. i'm going to bed." you said with an annoyed and upset tone. jack watched you walk up the stairs. "fuck" he whispered to himself and pinched the top of his nose bridge.

"yo, y/n is pissed at me and i need to make it up to her asap" jack told the boys as he walked over to the in home studio. "why didn't your dumbass just come home at a reasonable fucking time" clay asked his brother. "clay i need help so my girlfriend doesn't leave me, not a fucking lecture" jack replied to his brother. for the next hour jack, clay, urban, and drew came up with a plan to make it up to y/n.

it was about 5:30 am by the time jack made it to the bed you two shared. he tried to cuddle up next to you and for a second you let him but you realized that you were pissed at him and pushed him away from you. jack really fucked up this time and he was well aware of it.

It was 9:30 in the morning and jack needed to be out of the house before you. He had a busy morning ahead of him but he needed you out of the house. That's where Neelam comes into play. He asked Neelam to take you to brunch and then go shopping. you had woke up the minute you heard the garage door slam shut. you looked around your room "of course he's gone" you scoffed to yourself.

you saw that Neelam had asked if you wanted to get brunch and then go shopping for the rest of the day and you happily said yes. you got ready for the day and drove to neelam's place. you got there around 10:45. neelam had texted jack and told her that you would be with her the rest of the day and that he had nothing to worry about; she would get you home by 6 pm.

jack had got the boys up and assigned them their jobs. Urban was to clean the pool. Clay was to clean the patio. Drew was to set up the candle light dinner and table outside. Jack needed to find a fuck ton of flowers to fill the entire backyard.

It was now 5 pm and the boys had just finished everything up. The backyard looked beautiful. The table was set up under the gazebo where you and jack would be eating dinner. there was rose petals surrounding the pool and the gazebo. there were flowers everywhere; your favorite kinds to be exact. it was beautiful.

"thank you guys for helping me pull this together" jack told the boys. "we're glad to help" urban spoke up. "just don't keep fucking up, this shit took so much fucking time" drew said, earning a laugh from the group. "go fucking shower, you smell like ass and y/n won't fuck you smellin like that" clay said to jack, and in response jack flipped his little brother off as he walked into the house.

Jack took a shower and got dressed in a nice suit because he knew you loved when he dressed up. He looked at the time on his phone which read 5:30. you would be home soon.

jack looked at himself in the mirror once more before making his way down the stairs and being met with the boys once again. jack stuck his hands into his pockets as he talked to his friends. he fumbled with the little black box in his pocket and took it out of his pocket. this action caught the boys off guard. "Holy shit you're gonna propose to her?" they all said in unison. "yeah i been holding onto this for a few months and i feel like this is the perfect time to ask. jack was nervous.

the boys had left and it was just jack. he was alone in his thoughts. he suddenly heard a car pull up. you were right on time. you wore a cute, short white dress. jack giggled to himself as he saw you walk into the door. he thought it was funny how you were wearing a white dress on the day he would be asking you to be his forever.

you noticed jack wearing a suit. you were a bit confused...and turned on. "y/n, i am so fucking sorry baby. i promise from now on i will make more time, i will stick to my word, and i won't let you down" jack rushed out in one breathe. you walked over to him, still unaware of what was waiting for you in the backyard. "jack i'm tired of the fights. i miss my soulmate. i just wanna spend time with you. i love you" you said to him as you looked into his baby blues. he leaned down to put his forehead onto yours and you two engulfed each other in a long, hard kiss.

jack pulled away and took your hand. "i wanna show you something" jack said as he led you to the backyard. the minute your eyes met the backyard you started crying. "this is all for me?" you questioned and jack nodded, his curls bouncing. you felt so loved and so happy.

jack pulled you in front of him and you were still admiring the backyard. you didn't even notice that he was now on one knee and had a little black box in his hands. you gasped once you realized what was happening. "y/n y/m/n y/l/n, i have loved you for the past five years. i love you too much to lose you. i am forever grateful for you and i am blessed to have such a beautiful, strong, independent women in my life. I would be honored to call you my wife. i wouldn't wanna wake up next to anyone else but you, i wouldn't wanna argue with anyone else but you, and i wouldn't want anyone else to carry my children but you. I stand by that and i will stand by that for the rest of my life. will you marry me?" at this point, both of your were a crying mess. "yes, i will marry you jack. i love you so fucking much" you said before leaning down to kiss jack. once you pulled away he slipped on the large diamond onto your finger. "damn you look good with a ring on, should've put a ring on it sooner" jack whispered and you giggled. you loved everything about this night.

the two of you ate dinner and sooner or later made it to bed. "you looked so hot in that suit baby" you told your fiancé as you laid in bed. he plopped right on top of you and started kissing down your neck. "keep saying stuff like that and i might just put a baby in you" jack growled. "hmm a baby harlow, that doesn't sound too bad" you said out loud. jack's eyes glimmered, "really??" he questioned. he had been wanting a baby for so long but you held off. you nodded to him and giggled. it was an amazing night, you thought to yourself.

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a-vacuole · 6 months

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I know this probably won't get much attention, but I still feel the need to talk about the situation in my country, Panama

there has been discussions regarding a mining contract for a Canadian (and I think also Korean?) mining company, to mine for copper

do be aware, they have been mining for about a year even though there was no signed contract

while I have not being able to read the contract out of sheer anxiety, several lawyers have said it was made favoring the mining company. by a lot, resembling the Hay-Bunau-Varilla contract, which was signed before we had a proper republic, allowed the construction of the canal and a zone exclusive for it

a zone panamanians had VERY LIMITED ACCESS TO until after the Marthyrs of January 9, 1964. twenty two persons died during the event, including A BABY.

there's the fear of the new mining zone become a second Zona del Canal, as well as the worry for the environmental impact (which is greater than most minesas this is an open-air mine) and health of the surrounding population

so far..

1 journalist lost an eye

1 person died today (24.10.23) after being wounded on the liver area by lead bullets

the antimotines are shooting lead bullets, rubber bullets and expired tear gas at random. they even threw tear gas bombs at a HOSPITAL. people are defending themselves with rocks or just anything in hand

the bus system is basically paused, getting anywhere has become so difficult people have had to walk on the bridge across the canal to get to their homes

the metro was closed today, station by station at the end of the work day. people struggled to get home. a big portion of the population relies on public transport to move around, and it was taken away from us

protestors have been burning old car tires too. unsure of why but it blocks the streets for HOURS. it's chaos, it's anxiety inducing. I know there's worse happening in the world but I'm SO TIRED ALREADY. there are no medications in public institutions, no reactives to run life-determining blood tests, work?? there's barely any people have resorted to theif and robbery to survive, crime rates are HIGH, infrastructure is falling apart and yet the goverment has the DESCARO to say that they have done a lot, that after 3 fucking years they are fixing the streets, 4 years for finishing the (currently) last line 1-metro station, they want to expand the genetics program yet reduce the budget for it. they have reduced the budget of almost every single institution minus the politician's ones.

they dare to say they have been listening to the population's worries even though we have MONTHS saying NO to the mining company. MONTH. THIS SHOULD HAVE GONE TO A REFERENDUM AND IT HAS NOT. THE CONTRACT WAS SIGNED BY THE PRESIDENT WITHING HOURS OF IT'S LAST REVISION.

there are memes of the situation, this is just one of them regarding the last speech of the president

people are TIRED

this isn't only about the mining, it's about the shit hole this goverment is making. about the state of the country and how those in power are concentrating on making more money

I am AFRAID of another dictatorship, because guess what? this is the EXACT SAME political party that was in power during the Dictatorship of Noriega.

I can't go to work in-person for who knows how long, because the country has become utterly innacessible. the price of food has risen in just days

I'm scared

we shouldn't have to resort to protests to be listened to. the public healthcare system shouldn't be falling apart. people should have access to transport. we shouldn't need to fear for our lives.

#world news #politics #panama

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using tarot for yes/no questions

in this post i’ll explain how to interpret cards in a yes no fashion, and include my person cheat sheet of every card and it’s yes or no, or maybe.

please remember, this is my personal interpretation, you can follow it exactly or do it your way!!!!

before starting anything

make sure you have a good deck with good imagery. i would also suggest having a very good idea of each card. you don’t need to be super experienced with cards, but be able to have some basic key words and meanings behind each card. test yourself. pull random cards and see if you have a story, keywords, meanings, etc… something for each card. then start

interpreting the cards (basic)

for yes/no, you only need to pull 1- unless you are also finding the “why”. but i would just pull one card. if you haven’t- read this post of mine first

then take into account everything i’ve said(people, expressions, colors, etc….) and use that in a yes/no fashion.

keep in mind: no card has a set “yes” or “no”, but you can take into account the vibe behind it and the meanings. for example- the sun is a super positive card, so yes. while the 9 of swords is quite negative, so no.

as for court cards: i wouldn’t try to use a court card for a yes/no. i would use court cards as attitudes instead. for example: if you say- should i take the job at xyz… and it says knight of swords, i wouldn’t say yes/no, i would say don’t be to hasty on making a decision (i would probably pull more to clarify, but you get the idea). here’s some info that may be helpful

pages: feminine, younger, immature, naieve, messengers

knights: masculine, young, young adult, hasty

queens: feminine, older, mature

kings: masculine, older, mature

the cards and it’s yes/no

MAJOR ARCANA

fool- yes, with eyes open (be aware)

magician- yes, if the resources are there.

high priestess- you already know the answer. maybe

empress- yes

emperor- whatever is the best decision, logically. use surrounding cards to help or pull more. so, maybe

hierophant- maybe. follow the traditional answer, or ask for help from a trusted individual.

lovers- maybe, the answer may change as you go.

chariot- there isn’t a yes or no. it’s up to you to make the answer as you go. (yes, but nothing will happen if you don’t make it)

strength- yes, but will take hard work.

hermit- maybe, but there needs to be a better evaluation to thought behind this situation.

wheel of fortune- the answer will come to you, leave it for now if you can and come back to it. yes, if you really need an answer.

justice- maybe. justice is weird bc if you’re good- you’re good, but if you’re bad- you’re not good😭 take that how you see it

hanged man- maybe. look at the situation differently, then ask again.

death- this card will probably show itself during a hard time or ending. it’s a yes, but one that doesn’t come easily, but is needed.

temperance- yes, but have a good head and mindset moving forward.

devil- no

tower- no

star-yes, and trust the universe/god/spirit/etc…

moon- there isn’t enough information to come to an answer.

sun- huge yes

judgement- yes

world- yes

PENTACLES:

pentacles regard financial and material possessions. pentacles also represent stability and a sense of feeling grounded. here is a simplified yes/no key:

timing: slow moving, won’t be quick. months or years

financial: depends on the card (read below), but advises you to make sure financials are set and you are stable.

love: make sure the foundation is stable and everything else is set in place.

love language: gift giving, acts of service

person: an earth sign

ace- yes

2- no, it will be too much to carry. or too stressful.

3- ask a friend or trusted individual for help, yes but may need teamwork.

4- yes, the foundation is stable, but be aware of not being open to different options.

5- no, the financial situation is not at best or stuff is not aligned for a yes.

6- yes

7- yes, but don’t be upset if things don’t turn out EXACTLY how you expect. life doesn’t work that way.

8- yes, but it won’t come easy. hard work and dedication is needed here. and if you can’t do that, then take it as a no.

9- yes

10- yes

page- be open to learning new things and being open in general. this a “learn about every other option before making a decision”

knight- take this situation slow before doing anything. the answer will come along the way.

queen- yes but make sure you’re stable before anything

king- yes, but don’t over do it.

WANDS:

wands represent spirituality, passion, and hobbies. wands will probably pop up regarding situations of passion or at a time of high energy.

timing: very quick. days

financial: follow whatever your heart desires, and what your truly love. don’t get burnt out.

love: very passionate, but don’t make too quick of decisions and don’t be judgmental.

person: fire sign

love language: physical tough, quality time, acts of service.

ace- yes

2- maybe. consider your question heavily. i think you know the answer if this card is pulled.

3- yes, but you may need to wait a little and be patient:

4- yes

5- no

6- yes

7- mmmmm no.

8- yes, also fast/action filled energy here. don’t make too quick of a decision.

9- no

10- no

page- there isn’t enough energy or attitude at play here to make a decision that will benefit you. make a decision when you’re more energized and upbeat.

knight- don’t run into things, or make a decision to quickly.

queen- be confident about whatever decision you make.

king- confidence is key, but don’t be rude or judgment about whatever decision you make and others involved. passion is needed here as well.

CUPS:

cups represent feelings, emotions, and love. when cups show during a yes/no, you may be feeling either really low or very loved and happy. your situation may need to be rethought, or may need you in a better mentality.

timing: 5+ weeks - months

financial: you may be happy where you are, or you need to really consider this. you may be making a decision based on emotions, and that is not ideal.

love: romantic and full of love. can turn manipulative.

person: water sign

love language: physical touch, quality time

ace- yes

2- yes, but if this is legal or has to do with an important contract or deal, really be aware of all of the aspects and rules.

3- yes

4- no, the answer will probably not satisfy you. reconsider your options.

5- no.

6- maybe, with yes leaning. depends on who or what ur asking about.

7- you have many options. consider all of them before making a decision.

8- no.

9- yes

10- yes

page- the decision you make may be risky or shock you. be prepared

knight- a different option may arise than you are currently asking. be patient or look at things differently during this time

queen- this decision needs a calm, collected person. if you find you don’t have the personality or traits of a calm, kind, caring person, maybe this choice is not for you.

king- this king is connected. if you choose an option, choose one where you stay connected.

SWORDS:

swords represent truth, clarity, honesty, and communication. swords can mean that not all the answers/options are present in the moment, or someone is/isn’t telling the truth. of course, each card varies, but you get the idea.

timing: weeks

financial: make sure all options are on the table, and follow your brain. be logical. don’t be afraid to communicate issues or problems.

love: a very clear cut person, straightforward, good communication.

person: air sign.

love language: acts of service, words of confirmation

ace- yes

2- maybe, leaning towards no. you aren’t seeing all aspects rn and it is too uncertain.

3- no

4- maybe, with learning towards no. sleep on this.

5- no

6- maybe:depends on question. this card is ab leaving things and moving forward, take that as you see it.

7- no

8- no, you aren’t seeing things truly. there is also bias here.

9- no

10- no

page- be ready for whatever you choose, but don’t jump to conclusions.

knight- this card is even more hasty than the knight of wands- so REALLY be careful regarding speed here.

queen/king: swords are all about logic, clarity, and truth. make sure you have all aspects of the situation before making a decision.

#tarot #tarot cards #spirituality #spiritualguidance #education #yes/no #tarot tips #tarot beginner #tarotcommunity #tarotblr #tarotonline #free tarot reading

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Swedebeast Reviews Deep Space Nine (Again)

Well, here I am. I have spent the last month or two re-watching Deep Space 9, and I am aware of having done so in the past and I did actually write a little review about it - presented here.

And I think what I have to say is in line with what is already written. The points about the show being dark, it is a Babylon 5 rip-off, it is a great space opera but not a great Trek show, opening the door for turning the franchise of one of hopeful optimism into one of gritty reality with dark plots and compromised values still stand. But I will further expand on it, realizing I omitted something even worse than falsifying records to bring an old enemy in as a new ally with lies and murder, the Federation which was supposed to overcome difficulties by taking the enlightened and GOOD line... did not.

Section 31 is in my opinion one of the most misguided inclusions into the franchise, and see some of the show creators talking about the DS9 "Mirror Universe"-episodes, it clicks. "What if we took a brutal empire like Rome or China, because they had to be brutal because they were surrounded by barbarians, and they suddenly turned nice? They would fall apart - to think Kirk could send Spock to turn these empires nice and everything would function is too easy, there's consequences to that".

I don't think they believed it could be done. And there we have, as Odo said, "You have Section 31 do your dirty work and turn a blind eye. A convenient arrangement, isn't it?" after he learns Section 31 had orchestrated the genocide of his entire species by infecting him with a manufactured virus... and while at war, it bears mentioning, but the Federation still does not take the high road. They exploit it. They are content with taking advantage of quite literally genocide - the eradication of an entire species - if it means winning a war.

And this is the writers' designed story. I will not talk about what makes sense, what is realistic, or the difference between naive utopia "it is easy to be an angel in paradise" and grimdark... the writers could have had the Federation do the right thing. But they did not.

And that left a very, very sour taste in my mouth.

And this will be an addendum to the old review. It was a good show with great acting in it, great stories, great action, great messages. But in their path, they did something to the Star Trek universe that really couldn't be undone, and we see it today with current shows - the old review was written in 2014, well before Discovery and Picard - in which darker stories, plots, and characters taking the center stage.

By turning the Federation into yet another player in an interstellar game of realpolitik, and depriving it of what made it special, Trek has become a hollowed out shell of what it once was.

It is just another science fiction franchise now, a Game of Thrones in space as so many other shows try to be. It is not setting trends any more. It is following them.

#swedebeast reviews #swedebeast reviews deep space 9 #DS9 #deep space 9 #star trek

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heytheredeann · 6 months

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20 questions for fic writers

I was tagged by @cha-melodius, thank you! <3<3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

439! The plan is posting two more tonight so hopefull that will soon be 441 LOL.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

939,623! Almost a million yay!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

At the moment mostly TMFU, I have been getting into writing Banana Fish fic too, and I write for The Witcher, though less frequently than TMFU.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Stretch (Buck/Eddie+Christopher, 911, 3x02 AU)

Everywhere I'm looking now, I'm surrounded by your embrace (Harvey/Mike, Suits, soulmates AU)

I held your hand as you shook in the middle of the night (Geralt/Jaskier, The Witcher, 1x06 fix-it)

Leave it unspoken (Harvey/Mike, Suits, a serial killer on the loose AU looool I had forgotten about this one)

Concession (Geralt/Jaskier, The Witcher, Geralt likes being the little spoon fic)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yesssss, I'm like constantly behind and sometimes I answer months late, but I love answering because 1) comments make me so happy and I want the readers who took the time to let me know they enjoyed the fic to KNOW THAT, 2) talking about fics is SO much fun, I think that discussing things in the comments is the best part of posting.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

LOOOOOOOOOOOL filter for MCD on my Ao3 and take your pick. But I'd go with either Forever is the sweetest con (Napoleon/Illya/Gaby, TMFU) because the story is told backwards, so you start with post-MCD and end pre-MCD, so the ending is happy but. well. the happiness is gone already and you know it LOL, or maybe Meaner than my demons, colder than this home (Napoleon/Illya/Gaby, TMFU), purely because generally speaking when I play with MCD I kill just one of them off and leave the other two to pick up the pieces, but here there's just Napoleon left, so. probably worse than the others LOL.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Sooo, I tend to write one-shots, and I HAVE written fluffy fics, but I think I'll go with Something gets lost from a safe distance (Napoleon/Illya, TMFU) because it's part of a three-part series that's all emotional hurt/comfort, and then it ends with fluffy kissing so.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Eh, it has happened, I think it's inevitable if you have been doing this for long enough LOL.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not usually, I did write a TMFU/Supernatural crossover though LOL.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I’m aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yesss, more than once and it's always extremely flattering that someone would want to go through all that effort <3

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Right now I feel particularly strongly about the TMFU OT3 but like. I love so many.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I HAVE MULTIPLE LONGFICS SITTING IN MY DRAFTS DAMMIT. I just never want to post longfics unless I have either a first draft for every chapter or at the very least an extremely detailed outline for every chapter, which means that I end up always posting one-shots LOL. Two notable mentions among these longfics are a "Napoleon gets amnesia and bullshits his way through it to avoid telling anyone because he has trust issues" fic and an AU with Illya as a ghost that's a whole angsty mess. help me.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Eeeeeeeh the emotions I'd say. Or I HOPE so, since that's pretty much 80% of my writing loooool Also there a lot of lines of dialogue that I come up with that I unironically like.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Plots for one, I just tend to write snapshots with no real plot most of the time, and action. I don't LIKE writing it, which means I can never tell if it's boring or if I'm just projecting, and I tend to avoid it. ...also romance/attraction/getting-together. My aroace ass never knows what is believable romance and what are just tv show tropes that are not actually real LOL.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I generally don't do it and keep to the language of the narration, just clarifying "X says in German" if there's a change of language. I write limited third POV, so I just see it as "filtering" everything through the lens of the person that we are seeing the perspective of. If I'm writing from Gaby's POV, for instance (she's German but fluent in English), I feel like TECHNICALLY the narration should be in German, so by writing in English I have already chosen a filter that is not 100% accurate. But that's the filter I'm going with, so English is the language that Gaby is communicating to the reader in, so everything should be communicated through English lens: if she's talking to someone in English, I will just write the lines with no specifications, if she's talking in German I still write in English and write "in German" in the narration, and if someone speaks a language she doesn't know I don't write the actual dialogue because she doesn't understand it, so the reader doesn't get to see it either.

I hope this makes some sort of sense LOOOOOL, I don't really mind any way I've seen this done, but this is how I prefer to go about it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The Fallen book series. LOL.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Evil question, go directly to jail, do not collect 100$. This answer will absolutely change every five minutes, but right now I'm particularly feeling Souvenir from a life left behind (Napoleon/Illya, TMFU), just a tiny dissolution of UNCLE fic with Napoleon angsting.

Tagging: @imgoingtofreakoutnow @ikeepwatchinghelicopters @thetamehistorian @huggiebird @deducitetemporacarmen @set-phasers-to-whump @cherryjuicegf @geralt-of-vengerberg and anyone else who hasn't done this yet and wants to play <3

#i had so much fun with this sdfghjkl #ely has shit to say #not spn #tag game #cha-melodius

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https-hunter · 11 months

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In honor of pride month, here’s my research paper on representation within bob’s burgers. I wrote this for my history of animation class last year

Bob’s Burgers: A Powerhouse of Representation in Adult Animation

The hit Fox animated comedy, Bob’s Burgers, revolves around restaurateur Bob Belcher, his family, and the burger establishment that they run together. The family consists of titular cook Bob, eccentric wife Linda, awkward and hormonal 13-year-old Tina, boisterous 11-year-old Gene, and mischievous 9-year-old Louise. The show premiers on Sunday nights as part of Fox’s Animation Domination (AniDom) lineup, alongside The Simpsons, The Great North, Family Guy, and previously American Dad! and The Cleveland Show. The show started out with the edgy humor like that of most adult animated sitcoms, but that vibe was ultimately dropped in favor of a more healthy and realistic family dynamic. What sets this show apart from most programs in adult animation is its diversity and the representation of marginalized groups, particularly the LGBTQIA+ community.

It is no secret that representation matters in entertainment. Seeing a character with the same skin tone, sexuality, or gender identity gives the viewer the liberating and euphoric feeling of being seen. In her book entitled “Queer Representation, Visibility, and Race in American Film and Television”, author Melanie Kohnen, when discussing the concept of the closet and LGBT characters, writes “the closet can never fully screen queerness from view; a specter of queer acts and identities always remains, even in those spaces that appear to be fully saturated with heteronormativity”. By saying this, Kohnen insists that the closet can never hide the fact that a character is queer, even when surrounded by straight characters and ideals. However, sometimes, it is important for a character to come out of said closet to give queer fans that sensation of feeling visible and seen.

The start of Bob’s Burgers and its incorporation of representation began all the way back in the show’s first season. The show’s sixth episode, “Sheesh! Cab, Bob?”, revolved around Tina’s birthday party and Bob’s struggle to make extra money to pay for the party. He ends up taking up a job as a taxi driver during the night shift, where he drives and befriends numerous transgender sex workers and drunkenly invites them to the birthday party. They show up, much to the surprise of the rest of the family, but they end up saving the episode when Tina is upset that her crush, the son of Bob’s nemesis, is not allowed to attend the party. They remind her that Bob worked very hard for the party and that he cares deeply for her, which improves Tina’s mood. The episode has since been criticized as being problematic due to the use of the term “transvestite” as opposed to “transgender” when referring to the women. Their designs (seen below) can also be viewed as transphobic, particularly due to their highlighted masculine features. In addition, these characters are voiced by cisgender men, although most of them never returned to voice the characters again. However, people have to keep in mind that the episode came out in 2011, four years before the nationwide legalization of same sex marriage in the United States. The country has changed since the episode premiered, and although living as a trans individual is not easy, awareness has been spread and people are learning. Although the episode is on the problematic side, the creators listened to the criticism from fans and did not repeat their mistake, but rather improved upon them, pushing forward to become the representation powerhouse it is today.

(IMDb, 2022)

Among the openly transgender characters that appeared in the first season of the show, only one of them went on to have several appearances: Marshmallow. She is a 23-year-old transgender woman of color that frequents the titular restaurant and appears to be good friends with Bob. She is a fan favorite, known for being her true, authentic self, and has been described by Bob as someone who “comes and goes as she pleases. She answers to no one. And she's truly free.” However, even after the show improved its portrayal of trans individuals, Marshmallow still had room for improvement. In 2020, in the wake of the Black Lives Matter movement, while people were pushing for recasting Black characters played by white actors, Marshmallow came into the spotlight (Comic Book Resources, 2020). Ever since season one, she has been voiced by David Herman, a white cisgender man who voices other characters on the show. Due to this, the character has not had a speaking role in a few years, despite being one of the most iconic characters to come out of the show. However, Marshmallow had a special moment for the transgender community in the credits sequence of the Bob’s Burgers Movie (2022), when she danced in a dress comprised of the colors of the transgender flag (seen below). Marshmallow is an icon to the trans community and has been the driving force that turned Bob’s Burgers into the transgender ally fans know it to be now.

Twitter (2022)

When it comes to representation in entertainment, the Belcher family, themselves, are at the forefront of the fight. In the season four Thanksgiving episode, “Turkey in a Can”, Bob is heavily implied to be bisexual. The plot of the episode revolves around the Thanksgiving turkey ending up in the toilet each night the week of the holiday. After several visits to the grocery store to purchase a newer, fresher turkey, the deli clerk begins to suspect that Bob is romantically interested in him, and turns him down. Bob responds by saying “I'm straight. I mean, I'm mostly straight. And I'm married. But if I wasn't… who am I kidding, you're out of my league." (Digital Spy, 2021). This is not an isolated incident, as Bob has occasionally expressed finding other men attractive and even discussing his “type”. Bisexual male representation is so few and far between, so having positive and casual representation, in the titular character, no less, is refreshing to see in television.

However, Bob is not the only queer member of the Belcher family, as his eldest teenage daughter, Tina, is canonically polyamorous. In the season three episode, “Two for Tina”, Tina gets caught in a love triangle between two boys, Josh and Jimmy Jr. When the two have a dance battle to settle who gets to date Tina, she suggests that they attempt a relationship in which she can be with both boys, suggesting that they “put the ‘try’ in ‘triangle’”. In the season nine premiere, Tina, after being called boy crazy due to falling for several boys in a single day, accepts this about herself and sings a musical number in which she dances with just about every boy she has had feelings for up to that point in the show’s run. What is so intriguing about the representation of Tina’s polyamory is that no one in the show sees this as unnatural or a negative trait; everyone just accepts it as a part of who Tina is. Tina can also be interpreted as transgender, since she was originally a boy named Daniel in the show’s concept art and initial pilot, and is voiced by male actor Dan Mintz.

Although Bob and Tina are the only confirmed members of the Belcher family to be part of the LGBTQ+ community, the other family members are also implied to be somewhere on the queer spectrum. The only Belcher son, Gene, is heavily suggested to be genderfluid, or as many fans have suggested, Gene-derfluid. He has often referred to himself as a girl and has even claimed to have a vagina. He has often dressed in drag, and in an episode where Bob asks him why he was wearing a dress, Gene passionately responds “I’m just a girl with a dream who got tired of hearing the word ‘no’!” Many fans under the transgender umbrella relate the Gene’s character and have made compilations of his implied identity, one such video being titled “Gene being a closeted trans girl for 21 minutes: Bob’s Burgers” (Youtube, 2022). No one in the family represses or stifles Gene, but instead, they encourage him to be his true self.

To top off the Belcher children trio is Louise, the youngest and most chaotic member of the family, and the nonbinary coded character of the bunch. Louise is often one to reject typical gender expectations of a nine-year-old, such as liking sleepovers, stickers, and fairy princesses in favor of knives, anime plushies, and threats. In the season twelve premiere, aired in 2021, Louise and Tina share a moment in which the younger sister asks the elder why she doesn’t like traditionally feminine things and if she is being a girl correctly. Now, Louise could simply be a tomboy and not interested in girly things, but questioning if one is being their gender properly is not a thought that typically crosses cisgender children’s minds. Whether intentional or not, all of the Belcher children come across as queer, or freely themselves, in some way, shape, or form.

While Linda is not coded or canonically queer like the rest of her family, she still plays an important role in representation within the show. She is voiced by John Roberts, a gay man, so her voice in and of itself adds a queer flair to the show. Furthermore, part of the appeal of Linda’s character is how accepting she is of her family, their many, many quirks and all. If anything, Linda is a little too supportive and goes to great lengths to show those she cares about that she has their back. The Belcher family is perhaps the most LGBTQIA+ friendly family on television, despite their show not revolving around this aspect.

Part of the beauty of representation in Bob’s Burgers is how casual it is, particularly in its minor characters. Other than Marshmallow, there are several side characters who are confirmed to be queer. A notable example is Nat Kinkle, a limousine driver and family friend to the Belchers. She is known for her eccentric personality and enthusiasm for lizards, but also the fact that she is a lesbian. In one of her appearances on the show, Nat casually mentions her ex-girlfriend, which no one questions and the episode carries on. A funny, albeit odd case of representation can be found in the raccoons Linda watches in the alley. She dubbed one the raccoon king and accordingly named him Little King Trash Mouth, claiming that he is gay and has a husband named Gary. While other shows either have no representation or make being queer the only aspect of a character, Bob’s Burgers has nearly perfected the craft of LGBTQIA+ representation in portraying it casually.

When it comes to adult animation, Bob’s Burgers goes above and beyond compared to its television counterparts. For example, Family Guy, which airs immediately after Bob’s Burgers on AniDom, is notorious for being one of the most offensive shows on television, often making unfunny jokes at the expense of others. Some of these jokes include bashes on the LGBTQIA+ community, and while it is lightening up on these jokes in the modern day, the show has not made any attempts to right its wrongs.

Bob’s Burgers circles back to several points discussed in our class as we learned about the history of animation. Firstly, the show was directly mentioned when we studied international animation, due to the fact that Bento Box Entertainment, the American studio that makes Bob’s Burgers, outsources its animation to studios in South Korea. The use of LGBTQIA+ visibility in Bob’s Burgers, like with Marshmallow, ties into the lesson on representation in animation, particularly the portion including the voice of Apu in fellow AniDom program, The Simpsons. Both characters and studios have since had their white voice actors removed from the roles in favor of listening to criticism from fans. Bob’s Burgers relates to the history of animation because of its significance as an example of how to get representation right and to own up to one’s mistakes.

Bob’s Burgers has one of the best cases of queer representation in adult animation. Most of the main cast are queer, themselves, whether in canon or through subtext, and has mastered the art of casual and organic displays of queerness. The show does an excellent job in representing the transgender community and owns up to the errors showcased in earlier episodes so that it can move on and become a better program. Every show, particularly other adult animated ones, should take a page from Bob’s Burgers’ book and learn to properly represent marginalized groups in a healthy and positive way.

Works Cited

Flint, Emma, “Bob's Burgers — Bob Belcher is actually bisexual (and always has been)”, 2021

https://www.digitalspy.com/tv/ustv/a37724151/bobs-burgers-bob-belcher-bisexual-lgbtq/

IMDb, 2022

https://www.imdb.com/title/tt1854660/

Kohnen, Melanie, Queer Representation, Visibility, and Race in American Film and Television, 2015.

https://docplayer.net/57154947-Queer-representation-visibility-and-race-in-american-film-and-television.html

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https://youtu.be/yot6MUwwxbE

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#I fr rambled about how queer this show is for a grade #I think I got an A?#so enjoy silly burger ppl #bob's burgers #bob belcher #linda belcher #tina belcher #gene belcher #louise belcher #marshmallow bob's burgers #pride month #writing #pride

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