#i think no training is doing a number on me

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Chapter Three: He ruined it

The Hunger Games AU

Katniss!Jacaerys x Peeta!Reader

Chapter One Chapter Two

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The elevator ride takes less than a minute since the training rooms are below the floor of your floor, but Jacaerys could still feel the tension in the air. He doesn't know if it's because you're nervous like him about seeing who they'll have to face in a few days or if, like him, you're upset because Larys told you two to spend all your time in public close to each other. Jace doesn't understand the reason behind his uncle's instructions, first, he made you two hold hands at the parade and now it seemed as if he wanted you to become friends while training. Jace doesn't like this, he doesn't want to get attached to you. That would only make things more difficult in the arena, but when he complained his uncle reminded him that he had already promised that he would do whatever he told him. He had to do it if he wanted to return home to Lucerys and Joffrey.

When they both get out of the elevator they find a giant gym full of weapons and obstacle courses. It's not even ten o'clock, yet you two are the last to arrive. The rest of the tributes are gathered in a tense circle, each one has a piece of cloth attached to their shirt with the number of their respective district. While they give his number, Jacaerys in a quick assessment realizes that you two are the only ones who are dressed alike. Was it another way to appear like a united front to others?

Once you and Jacaerys join the circle the head trainer steps forward and introduces herself as Atala and then begins to explain the training schedule, how each position has an expert in the skill in question, that some positions teach tactics survival and other fighting techniques. She also warns that it is prohibited to perform combat exercises with another tribute and that if someone wants to practice with a partner, there are assistants.

“We don't have to be together all the time if you don't want to,” you whispered to him, once Atala finished reading the list of skills and gave them the freedom to start training.

“But Larys said”

“Larys isn't here,” you interrupted, making him frown. “He's not going to know if we don't follow what he tells us one hundred percent.”

“If you don't want to train with me just say it” he snapped, feeling annoyed although it made no sense because he should be happy that you don't want to train with him either after all Jacaerys wanted to avoid spending as much time with you as possible.

“I'm not the one who complained at breakfast,” you reminded him, making him blush and feel ashamed of himself for his attitude. If he weren't so impulsive he would have at least waited for you to go to your room before complaining to his uncle.

“I'm sorry about that,” he apologized, scratching the back of his neck.

“Okay,” you shrugged, downplaying it, but even so, your district partner still felt like a fool because of his attitude. “Where do you want to start?”

“Let's tie some knots,” Jacaerys responded, thinking that his uncle had said not to attract attention so he was forbidden to take a bow at least until the private session with the gamemakers. Besides, Jace had no desire to be around the professional tributes, who had gone straight to the weapons that looked more deadly and handled them without difficulty, nor the trembling tributes who received their first class of knives or axes.

The stall is empty so the coach seems excited when the two approach. When he realizes that Jacaerys knows something about traps, he teaches them how to make a simple trap that would leave another tribute hanging from a tree by their leg. They practice for an hour until they both master the technique well and then move on to the camouflage station. Jacaerys notices that you seem more excited in this position as you mix mud, clay, and berry juice on your skin. It also seems easy for you to braid costumes out of vines and leaves. The coach for this position is excited about your work.

"I make the cakes" you blurt out of nowhere.

"The cakes?" He had been concentrating on watching Royce Baratheon swing a mace directly into the chest of a mannequin.

"Those from the bakery. I make the decorations"

Jacaerys remembers those cakes, which are on display in the shop window, with flowers and other pretty designs on the icing. Before he went to live with Uncle Larys he was never able to eat one of those but since they lived with him there was always cake for special occasions like birthdays and New Year's. Every time they went to buy the cake Joffrey and Lucerys always argued about which one looked the best before choosing which one to take. If he came home he didn't think he would be able to accompany them back to the bakery. He couldn't see your father and brothers in the face again. Nor could he see the disappointment in his brothers' eyes when they saw that the cakes were no longer as pretty as before.

"They're cute, but you won't be able to glaze someone to death," he hadn't meant to sound so scathing but thinking about your death, your family, and his siblings put him in a bad mood.

"You never know what might be in the arena what if…?"

"Let's continue with another position" he interrupts you, he wasn't in the mood for some joke.

"Okay, go ahead with whatever you want, I'll stay here a little longer. I'll catch up with you later" you responded.

The smile on your face had disappeared and Jacaerys felt a tightness in his stomach but he decided to ignore it, he just nodded and went to the fire-making station. He is so focused on the coach's instructions and getting the technique right that he doesn't even realize that he has spent so much time there until they announce that it is time for lunch. Jacaerys looks at you with the idea of telling you to have lunch together. He frowns when he sees that you are no longer alone but are talking to Jason Mallister, the thirteen-year-old boy from District 4. What were you doing? Larys said not to attract attention and you found yourself talking to one of the professional tributes, of course, that would attract attention.

Annoyed, Jacaerys went to the carts that had been brought with food and began to serve himself and then sat alone at one of the tables. Professional tributes gathered around a table. They were loud, unlike the rest they seemed carefree, as if they were not afraid.

A few minutes later you sit next to him. Jacaerys can't hold his curiosity for long so he asks you.

“Why were you talking to him?”

“Stop frowning, we're supposed to be friends,” you scold him in a whisper and he struggles to put on a friendlier face. “He reminds me of Joffrey,” you admit.

“My brother is nothing like him,” the brunette denies instantly. He wouldn't tell you but when you two saw the District 4 reaping he also thought about his brother when Jason appeared on screen. But he couldn't allow himself to see his brother in one of his opponents, that would only hurt him in the arena, so he instantly forced himself to push that thought away from him. The only thing in common between the two of them was that they are both thirteen years old, he just repeated to himself.

"I just showed Jason how I made my camouflage and I remembered when I tried to teach Joffrey how to frost a cookie." Jace must have made some funny face in his surprise because you were smiling again. "He made a mess, I don't know how he ended up with frosting on his hair and face, the only reason my mother didn't get mad is because Joffrey bought the cookies he ruined. If you ask me, he didn't ruin them, he just took artistic liberties" You said the last thing as if you were telling him a big secret, leaning towards him and putting your hand a few centimeters from your face, hiding it from the other tributes, as if you didn't want to they will try to read your lips. At your antics and the image of his younger brother covered in icing, Jacaerys can't help but laugh.

"I didn't know Joffrey spent so much time at the bakery."

"And with you", he added in his head. He couldn't help but wonder why his brother never told him. Although he shouldn't be surprised because at home there is always some bread or cookie from the bakery, but he always thought that the one who was going to buy it was Uncle Larys. He might have missed some things by spending so much time in the forest and the Hob with Baela.

"Your brother is addicted to sugar so he usually comes often after school to buy something. He says he deserves a treat after spending hours locked up in hell."

Jacaerys notices the affection with which you speak of his brother and he can't help but feel warm. He has the feeling that you have even more stories to tell about his brothers and he wants to hear them all.

"Yeah, that sounds like Joffrey," he agrees with a smile.

During the rest of the days of training, Jacaerys feels a whole mix of emotions fighting within him. You two continue training together in some positions such as setting up shelters, recognizing edible plants, and throwing knives and spears, but at some point, you always end up separated by your decision because you want to train with a partner so you look for one of the assistants. In those moments Jace can't help but distrust you because for a while he sees you fighting with the assistant but then the next time he sees you you are in the same section as the professionals, he never sees you talking to one of them but he still can't avoid feeling restless. On the other hand, he can't continue denying that something is forming between the two of you; it's impossible not to form a kind of friendship after sharing so many anecdotes during lunch. At first, you were the one who did most of the talking, telling him more about Joffrey's visits to the bakery, but then Jace wants to know about you and starts asking you more about you and your brothers. And before he least realizes it, he is also sharing his own stories. He tells you how Uncle Larys once made them believe his house was haunted only to make them stop wandering around at night because they wouldn't let him sleep. You laugh when he tells you how he once challenged a bear to fight in the woods to keep a beehive and how his father had never scolded him so much.

On the second day of training before you go to train with an assistant you whisper to Jacaerys that he has a shadow. When he turns to see Rue, the little girl from District 11 spying on them, you encourage him to talk to her but Jace refuses because he has no idea what to say to her and also because he is afraid of meeting her and she will remind him of his brothers or Baela's little sisters.

When the private sessions arrive with the gamemakers it is evident that both you and Jacaerys are nervous because neither of you tries to have a conversation while waiting your turn or even when the two of you are alone after Rue enters.

"Good luck," Jacaerys wishes you as he stands up when he is called. He couldn't tell you later because once a tribute finishes the session he has to go to his apartment "Try throwing the weights, impress them."

"Thank you" It is evident that you were not expecting his words because you keep looking at him impressed "Lucky for you too. Remember to shoot well" you smile at him.

He nods and starts walking towards the door.

He ruined it. What the hell was he thinking? No, he didn't think about it. He just let his anger get the best of him, he was outraged that the guards had stopped paying attention to him after he missed his first shot, he was furious that he could die within a few days and they wouldn't deign to watch his entire performance, so he took the arrow and shot at the gamemakers' table. Of course, he didn't shoot any of them, his arrow hit right where he wanted it, in the apple that the pig had in its mouth. When all eyes were on him he sarcastically thanked them for their time while bowing. He didn't wait to be fired, he stormed out of the training room still feeling his blood boil. Only when he was alone in the elevator did he feel the weight of what he did, he felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest and his throat was burning. He ruined it. He hadn't tried to kill any of the gamemakers but maybe someone would think that. He was sure he must be the first tribute to do something like that. He lost any chance he had of winning the games. But what scares him the most is that because of his attitude, they will now punish his brothers. He would never forgive himself if something happened to them because of him.

When the elevator doors opened, tears had already begun to roll down Jacaerys's cheeks. He ignored the questions from Effie, who was waiting for him in the hallway, and locked himself straight into his room. It didn't take long for knocks to sound on his door and the woman's voice asking him to come out but he didn't move from the bed. When silence came he thought that he had finally given up and they would leave him alone. But minutes later he heard the cold voice of his uncle:

"Jacaerys, open the door. Stop acting like a child."

Jacaerys was about to ignore him but then he realized that the only one who could help him protect his brothers was his uncle. So he took courage and got out of his pile of blankets. He unlatched the door and nervously opened the door. For a moment he thought he saw something different in his uncle's eyes. He couldn't figure out exactly what but that only made him more nervous. Without saying anything he went to sit on the edge of the bed while he watched Larys enter and close the door again. Surprising him, did his uncle think that he would try to escape in the middle of the conversation?

Larys took the chair that was at the desk placed it in front of the bed and then sat down.

"I ruined it," said Jacaerys, his voice breaking when he saw that his uncle did not seem willing to start the conversation. "They are going to punish Luke and Joff because of me." The teenager's desperation was clear by how he tugged at his curls as he spoke."You have to do something, uncle, please. It's my fault, let them punish me."

"What did you do?" the victor demanded to know.

Then Jace told him everything, how the gamemakers were drunk and how after he missed his first shot they stopped paying attention to him, missing the circuit he made and how he hit the center in the rest of his shots, that he didn't think about his actions, that he got carried away with anger and shot at the apple that was in the mouth of the pig that the gamemakers were about to eat, gaining their attention again and how he left the training room without waiting to be fired but not before thanking them sarcastically for their attention. As Jacaerys continued speaking Larys's hand turned white from the strength with which he gripped his staff.

"I told you that you won't attract attention" his uncle's biting tone only made Jacaerys' discomfort increase and he couldn't help but take one of the blankets again and wrap himself in it. It's not like he expected Larys to comfort him but he also shouldn't have been surprised that the first thing he did was scold him. "But you can rest assured, they're not going to punish your brothers." There was that strange look in his eyes again.

"Are you sure?" The uncertainty in his voice was clear, he wanted to trust his uncle but at the same time, he couldn't help but think that Larys would tell him any lie as long as he kept concentrating on the games.

"If they are going to punish Lucerys and Joffrey, they would have to tell what you did in the entertainment center so that it has some effect on the districts, but they won't because it's secret," Larys explained with a little more patience. "The only one you hurt with your actions it's you"

Upon hearing that nothing would happen to his brothers, Jacaerys felt that part of his discomfort disappeared. He still had to worry because surely the gamemakers would now make his life miserable in the arena but at least he knew that his brothers would be safe.

"I know, the gamemakers will make my life miserable in the arena" he stated "And today they will give me the worst score so I won't have any sponsors" he sighed thinking that now it would be even more difficult for him to survive in the arena without sponsors, the food wouldn't be a big problem because he knew how to hunt but if he got hurt then he would need medicine.

"Don't worry about the sponsors, I'll take care of that," Larys promises and this time Jacaerys doesn't doubt his uncle because he looks too confident. "Well, it's done, it's not something we can change. Stop getting depressed and let's go have dinner before they give the scores."

During dinner, Jace barely joins the conversation and feels your worried gaze the entire time. It seems that Effy told you about the state he arrived in after his private session.

In the middle of dinner, Effy can't stand his curiosity anymore so he asks them both how it went. Jacaerys wasn't going to say anything until he heard you speak.

"I don't think I impressed them, some paid attention to me but others were more focused on whatever was on the table," you said resignedly.

"It's my fault. I'm sorry" he apologized, feeling guilty because apparently he had also harmed your private session.

"How is it your fault?" Cinna asked curiously.

"I shot them an arrow," Jace replied.

At first, he ignored Effy's indignation and the rest of the team's questions, focusing more on your reaction. You still looked at him with concern. He was relieved to not see you angry. The truth is, he couldn't blame you if you got angry with him after all his act had attracted the attention of the gamemakers when it was essential for you to have a better score.

"I actually shot an arrow at the pig's apple they were about to eat. They were drunk and I got angry because they weren't paying attention to me."

"And what did they tell you?" You asked anxiously and looked at the doors as if you were expecting that at any moment the peace officers would come in to look for him.

"I don't know. I left"

"Did you leave without permission?" Effie asked to see if she understood correctly.

"I gave it to myself" Jace replied and a laugh escaped your mouth, you quickly stifled it with your hand before Effie's gaze. Jacaerys was pleased to see the worry disappear from your face.

"Larys, aren't you going to say anything about it?" Effie questioned evidently expecting the victor to side with her and scold them.

"It's done, Effie. There's nothing we can do," he responded boredly as he buttered a piece of bread.

"What was their face?" you asked, looking at him curiously.

"They seemed terrified. A man stumbled backward and fell into a punch bowl." At the time Jacaerys had been so angry that he couldn't enjoy the watchman making a fool of himself but now he remembered it with fun.

Everyone laughed, except for Effie but she seemed to hold back a smile so Jace didn't take it the wrong way.

“Oh, I would have loved to see that,” you said with a smile. If Jacaerys hadn't been so focused on you then he would have noticed that his uncle seemed to be studying the two of you.

Once everyone finishes dinner they go to sit in the living room to watch the scores announced on television. How every year a photo of the tribute appears while Caesar Flickerman and Claudius Templesmith announce the score. What is striking with the group of professionals is that this year not everyone has a score between eight and ten like previous years, but the boy from District 4 gets a seven. The same score that Rue gets, Jace can't help but wonder how she managed to get that score. But any thoughts of the little girl from District 11 disappear and are replaced by euphoria when he hears Caesar announce his score. An eleven.

Applause and congratulations filled the room. Jacaerys smiles until he realizes that his uncle is quiet and doesn't look as excited as the rest about his eleven. He starts to feel the anxiety in his body and he wants to ask his uncle what the problem is but he doesn't want to have this conversation in front of everyone.

“Good” is the only thing Larys says after they also announce your eight. And Jace feels stupid for worrying so much, surely his uncle didn't say anything before because he was still hanging on to your score after all he wasn't the only tribute Larys had in charge. “You should go to sleep, you have a long day tomorrow” he ordered them while motioning to the avox to bring him more wine.

You and Jacaerys say goodbye to the entire team and head toward the hallway where your rooms are.

“Tell me, what does it feel like to break the bad streak of twelve and go down in history?” you said while leaning on your door.

“You're exaggerating,” Jace said, trying to sound exasperated by rolling his eyes, but there was no annoyance in his tone.

“I'm not,” you shook your head, smiling. You just beat the score of the professionals, I think it's impressive” you said while crossing your arms. “Surely the entire Capitol is talking about you and you are going to monopolize all my sponsors.”

Your last words brought Jace back to his senses. You two were in a competition and his live were at stake. He couldn't keep joking with you. He should be focused on making a good impression on Caesar and the people at the Capitol tomorrow.

“We should go to sleep,” he said abruptly, resting his hand on the handle of his door, trying not to feel guilty as he saw how the spark in your eyes seemed to go out at his tone. “Have a good night,” he didn’t even wait for you to respond before walking into his room and closing the door. His father would be disappointed in his treatment of you.

a/n: I'm grieving because I had to delete the scene I had with Larys and Sea Dragon bc if I left it, then there were going to be things in Cathing Fire that didn't make sense 😫

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tutor! choso kamo x bimbo! f!reader ﾉ 18+ content. ﾉ nsfw + unprotected sex / raw sex ﾉ school au ﾉ nerd x bimbo trope ﾉ size kink ﾉ dirty talk ﾉ reader has a big chest ﾉ riding ﾉ handjob ﾉ creampie ﾉ msub + fdom ﾉ not proofread ! ໒꒰ྀི ˶ .  ̯ . ꒱ྀི১

've been trying 2 get a fic out for da past few days but its been s' difficult 4 nu reason at all ? ! liek i had a satoru fic . . didnt go da way i wanted it 2 go . same thing with a toji fic 'n a few others . . not entirely happi with this 1 either but it is wat is isss . . art credits go to @/yume041624 on twt ♡ + ↻ are rlly appreciated ! !

Paper flipped continuously, the rustling sound filling his bedroom, the scratching of pencil on paper accompanying it, the lead scribbling onto the sheet. You sat at the desk, leaning forward, your breasts almost spilling from the tiny outfit, a distinct lack of fabric covering the soft mounds, your cleavage on full display. Choso sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, the pencil in his other hand tapping on the notebook. You shifted, leaning back, the chair squeaking, the wood creaking under your weight. Boredom was gnawing at you, the minutes dragging on, the silence stifling. You hated studying, the words making your head hurt, the letters and numbers dancing across the pages, blurring together. You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest, the soft flesh pressing together, spilling over the sides. Choso's grip on his pencil tightened, his fingers turning white. He swallowed hard, his throat dry, his Adam's apple bobbing, sweat beading on his forehead. "Um.. So, question 34, right?" He mumbled, his voice quiet, shaky. You nodded, the movement slow, exaggerated. Your lips turned downwards, your face twisting into a pout. "Mhm, yeah, but 'm boorredd.." You whined, a hint of a whinge in your voice. You shifted again, leaning back, resting your weight on your palms. Choso's gaze was locked on the curve of your back, watching as you arched, your body curving, the fabric stretching, threatening to tear.

"U-um..right.." He muttered, turning his attention back to the notebook. "A-ah, so, um.." He tapped the pencil against the page, his brow furrowed. "So, if we, uh, use this formula, then it would..h-hah.." He trailed off, the sound of his zipper being pulled down reaching his ears, the leather chair squeaking, the wood groaning. You slid onto his lap, a soft rustle sounding when your body perfectly planted itself on him. His jaw dropped, his eyes widening, the pencil falling from his hand, the plastic clattering on the hardwood. Your hands snaked their way around his neck, your nails raking through his hair. "I think we both need a break, don't you?" You murmured, your fingertips digging into his scalp, the slight pain causing him to moan. "We've been at it for an hour, 'nd I've had enough.." A devious glint sparkled in your eyes, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Choso swallowed hard, the sound of his heartbeat thrumming in his ears. Your hips ground down, a soft sigh spilling from you. You could feel the thick length of his cock, the shaft rigid, pulsing against your clothed pussy. "Can't we just take a break?" You asked, feigning innocence, blinking up at him, your eyelashes fluttering. He opened his mouth, his lips parting, the words catching in his throat, a breathy groan escaping him instead. Your hands slid down his neck, his chest, fingers tracing the outline of his pecs. "You don't want me to be all stressed, do you..?"

He shook his head, his mouth agape, his eyes trained on your breasts, watching as the soft mounds bounced with every movement, the skin peeking through the lace. "N-no..no.. Of course not.." He breathed, his Adam's apple bobbing, his lips going dry. You tilted your head, a satisfied smirk tugging at the corners of your mouth, a soft giggle slipping past your glossy lips. "Exactly, 'n what's the best way to relieve stress, hm?" You mused, your voice dripping with honey, the words sticking to him, the saccharine tone making his heart skip a beat. Your hips rolled, the motion smooth, calculated, the pressure on his cock just enough to cause his mind to short circuit. "Uh-h-huh..s-stress relieving.." He murmured, the words a bit slurred, the pleasure from the friction distracting him, making him feel like his brain was melting. "Uhm..I, ah, a-am sure there's other ways, a-ah, I-I mean-" Your hand grabbed his face, fingers digging into his cheeks, nails scraping the skin, forcing him to look at you. "Just oneeee quickie, 'nd I'll study, 'kay? No more distractions.." You cooed, your thumb brushing over his bottom lip. "Promise.." You swore, the cutesy doey look in your eyes making him melt, his stomach churning, arousal pooling in the pit of his belly.

The prospect of being inside of you, of feeling your soft, plush cunt squeezing his cock, of burying his face between your tits, was too much to resist, his dick throbbing, begging for attention. He gulped, nodding, his expression eager. "Y-yeah, yeah, o-okay.." He stammered, a blush creeping onto his face, a pink hue staining his pale skin. Your smirk widened, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip, drawing his gaze to them. He let out a strangled groan, the muscles in his abdomen clenching. You reached down, sliding the hem of his boxers down, freeing his cock, the length slapping against his belly, precum leaking from the slit. "Oh my, Choso, look at you..how'd you manage to hide this thing?" You teased, the pad of your finger pressing against the head, smearing the pearly fluid. "Not.. many girls want me.." He mumbled, his face burning, humiliation washing over him. You clicked your tongue, rolling your eyes. "Their loss.." You whispered, your hand wrapping around his shaft, your fingertips barely touching. He hissed, his teeth gritting, a groan slipping out when your grip tightened. "So big.." You purred, your hand stroking him, the action slow and agonizing. He moaned, his body twitching, his hips bucking into your touch, trying to gain more friction.

Your palm was soft and warm, the contrasting sensations from the delicate texture and the slight squeeze making him shudder. He let out a gasp when your thumb rubbed over his slit, more precum oozing out, the liquid spilling down his shaft, creating a thin sheen on his skin. Your hand jerked him off, the pace steady, the pressure building, a tingling sensation spreading through his abdomen, making his toes curl. You pulled away, the absence of your touch making him whimper, a disappointed sound escaping him. Your hands moved to the hem of your shirt, gripping the fabric, tugging the thin cotton off. The garment was tossed to the floor, the action careless, a sign of your impatience. Choso's breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening. Your breasts were even bigger than he had imagined, the perfect shape, the roundness complimenting your body, the mounds looking like two giant marshmallows. "F-fuck.." He breathed, the curse slipping out, his cock twitching. Your eyes were fixed on his, your gaze never leaving his face, a satisfied smirk on your lips. You reached behind you, unclasping your bra, the lace falling off, the fabric sliding down your arms, joining the shirt. "Wanna watch 'em bounce, Cho?" You asked, a giggle leaving you.

He nodded, the action eager, a bit too excited, a bit too quick. You giggled again, his reaction making you feel proud, his excitement and arousal boosting your ego. You reached between your legs, pulling the sticky fabric aside, the soaked cloth clinging to your pussy lips, revealing your hole. Your fingers wrapped around his shaft, the tip of his cock brushing against your pussy, the feeling making you sigh. You shifted, lifting your hips, hovering over him. "Ready, big boy?" You teased, a soft gasp leaving you when the head of his dick slipped into you. You lowered yourself, a strained groan escaping you, your brows knitting, the stretch of his length making your walls strain. "Hah, holy shit.." You breathed, his cock buried deep within you, the girth causing your pussy to throb. Choso let out a low moan, the velvety warmth surrounding his shaft, the tight squeeze making his brain turn to mush. Your thighs shook, the muscles quivering, the discomfort and pleasure mingling, making your vision go blurry. You raised your hips, lifting yourself up, a high pitched whine slipping past your lips, then your ass landed on his lap with a smack, his cock slamming into you, the tip hitting your cervix. A choked sob escaped you, a spark of pain shooting up your spine. Your nails dug into his shoulders, his shirt bunching up in your fists, your knuckles turning white.

"S-shit.." You gasped, the feeling of his cock filling you up making you light headed, your stomach tightening. "F-fuck, y-you're s-so..h-holy sh-it, Cho.." Your words came out as a slur, the syllables and letters tangling together, a bit garbled. He groaned, his head lolling back, his eyes squeezed shut. He couldn't believe this was happening, his wildest dreams finally coming true, his fantasies about you finally becoming a reality. You were just as sexy and soft as he had imagined, every single one of his desires and thoughts materializing. His eyes shot open, a loud yelp leaving him, your hips jerking upwards, then slamming back down, the tip of his cock pounding your cervix. "Hah, fuck, Cho.." You moaned, his hands grabbing your waist, his nails digging into the supple flesh. "Y-yeah, fuck, feels good, huh, babyboy?" You rasped, the corners of your lips turning up, a breathy laugh slipping out. Choso moaned, the sound coming out as a strangled whimper, the feeling of his cock buried deep in your cunt making him go dumb. Your pace was agonizing, the constant stimulation driving him insane, the lack of a break, the relentless grinding and bouncing, was enough to make his mind go blank.

"C'mon, big boy, fuck me.." You whispered, the words coming out as a purr. Choso's grip on your waist tightened, his fingers flexing, his arms trembling. He leaned forward, his face buried in your chest, the softness of your breasts cushioning him, his lips closing around a nipple as he thrusted upwards. He sucked on the stiff bud, his teeth grazing the skin, his tongue lapping at the nub, flicking it. A squeal left you, the sudden burst of pleasure making your hips stutter, the movement jerky. "Ah-ah-hhh, oh god ! Cho, yes, m-mh- mhm, fuck, that's it, baby, suck.. suck m' tits.." You whimpered, his cock rubbing against the most sensitive parts of you, his shaft dragging against your velvety walls. Choso groaned, his hips snapping, his pace fast and hard, his thrusts brutal. You could tell this was the first time he had done something like this, his actions a bit clumsy, his rhythm messy. His movements were rough, a bit sloppy, but that made it better, his enthusiasm and inexperience turning you on even more. You tangled your fingers in his hair, your other hand cupping the back of his neck, your nails raking against his scalp. His lips released the stiff bud with a pop, a line of spit connecting his mouth to your nipple. "Fuck, fuck, you're s-so ti-ha- tight!" He cried, the praise making your pussy flutter, the muscles clenching, squeezing his member. A breathless moan escaped him as he spoke, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. His cock twitched, a familiar tension building up in his abdomen, his balls tightening, a pressure building up.

His jaw was slack, his lips parted, drool dripping down his chin, his pace becoming more frantic, his hips bucking, his movements sporadic. The utter debauchery of it all was almost too much to handle, the sounds spilling from him, the lewd noises that filled the room, the soft squelch of his cock plunging into you, the wet slap of skin on skin, the obscene slurping sound as he sucked on your breasts, the salacious display. Your moans mixed with his, the noises mingling, the volume growing, your pitch rising. "Ch-choooo..h-ah- ah-ah, f-fuck, 'm close, Cho, I'm so cl-ohh-o-se.." You whined, the pleasure reaching a boiling point, your orgasm imminent, the coil in your stomach tightening. His lips latched onto your nipple again, the feeling making you cry out, a loud whimper spilling past your lips. Your eyes rolled back, a high pitched wail leaving you, the sound ripping out of you, the tension in your belly snapping. A strangled scream escaped him, the tight squeeze of your cunt triggering his orgasm, the warmth of your cum and the softness of your walls milking his shaft.

Your lips immediately smashed against his as the two of you came, his seed spurting out, painting your insides, a sticky mess. The kiss was sloppy, his teeth scraping against your lips, your tongues twining together. A muffled groan escaped him, his cock pulsing, his cum oozing out, leaking out of your pussy, staining the leather. The two of you broke apart, a string of spit connecting you, a shaky moan leaving him. "Y-you'll study, right..?" He asked, his voice hoarse, the words coming out as a pant. "Mhm, 'm alllll revved up now.." You cooed, the words sticking to him, the sugary sweet tone making his heart flutter. "Just keep me on your cock 'nd I'll get right to work.."

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[nocturnowlette]

how often if ever are your hypnosis sessions NSFW? or is it all sfw hypnosis?

Most of my sessions are SFW, though my subjects almost always get... into it, regardless. I don't mind at all, in fact I'm flattered.

That being said, I have done NSFW trance a good number of times now, and I'm quite good at it.

I like to use the visual of electricity. I've primarily done NSFW trance with amabs, so I specifically target the prostate. I set up the idea that the brain controls the signals to our body via the nervous system, and that the spine is the strongest part of the nervous system, with a direct line down to the prostate.

I use two triggers, Charge and Jolt, while additionally using a reward trigger that increases arousal (while teasing/degrading them mercilessly). Normally, I use something like Good Girl, Good Puppy, or Good Boy.

When I say Charge, they feel the electricity in their spine get stronger, creating a buzz of pleasure in their prostate, and causing little muscle spasms all across their body, but especially around their pelvis area.

I suggest that arousal makes them more and more sensitive, multiplying its effects with the Charge trigger, so within the span of a minute or two and a couple charge triggers, they're a desperate mess. I make them beg sometimes, and sometimes just Jolt them suddenly, then Charge again before they have any time to recover.

Sometimes I Charge once and then dirty talk them so much that it has just as strong an effect, sometimes after that I Charge them when I make them think I'm going to Jolt them, and push them far far past when they even thought they could feel beyond sudden bursts of pleasure. They feel an enduring, desperate stimulation that drives them insane and makes them beg for me to let them release.

I tell them that every time they say please, they get even more sensitive.

Then I tell them to beg.

Right when I see their will start to falter, their pleases only driving them more insane, starting to think I won't do it, I Jolt them, and Jolt them, and Jolt them, over and over again, giving them waves of pleasure, one after the other, until all I hear is their ragged breath.

I tell them how good they did for me, how nice that much have felt, how each time we do this, it gets easier and more automatic and more and more potent.

Then, we start all over again, Charging and Jolting them until I'm satisfied with their training. They never seem to protest that idea.

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[gglitch1dd]

Good morning, good afternoon, or goodnight!!

I love love love your stories with Y/N, especially when you portray her as someone who is gentle and feminine. With the world today its so hard to see someone just embrace their feminine side and the way you capture it with Y/N is truly incredible. I just finished chapter 6 of "After the Rain" and I'm loving the story. The fact that Y/N while embracing a domestic lifestyle is still willing to do any and everything for her child. We all know how much Y/N loves her children and her family and I was wondering what Y/N would do for them. I was listening to the song LET THE WORLD BURN by Chris Grey and was wondering how far will Y/N go for her family if needed?

With warm sun kisses , Sunshine☀

Awww thank you Sunshine!! This meant a lot to me<3

After the Rain (AO3 link) is one of my favourite stories because of Reader, she's literally a mastermind. I plan to do so much for her if I add more chapters to it. Its such a shame to me that not many people know about it cause I love how smart she is. She weoponises her homemaker skills and what was deemed as her just being "a stupid housewife" to essentially become the leader of Pack A pulling the strings but hiding behind an obedient helpful smile.

Even going as far as to plan the downfall of the Head couple, Eijiro and Katsuki just to guarantee Toshinori's future and safety.

If i do add another chapter to it, you'll see just how far Reader is willing to go for her family, for Izuku, for Toshinori, for the future pups they'll have. She would go to any length. Unlike her rather emotional husband (no shade to Izuku), Reader doesn't think twice about manipulating her pack members and even her own husband to get them in the lane towards survival.

It's why she silently reminds him just how dangerous the world is and why she tries to get him to harden his heart to anyone who isn't in their pack. Reader would sacrifice herself for her pup in anyway, but not in a death way cause she knows Toshinori needs her. She would trade, barter, kill, find, run, jump. Whatever it is, for her son.

I planned for a scene where she actually agrees to sleep with the Head Alpha of a nearby pack who own cows. Now obviously everyone knows who reader is as the Number One hero's wife and so some people really want her for like a power trip. Now Izuku hates this idea but reader tells him to trust her.

What does this girl do?

She kills him before he gets his prick in.

She's a trained hero but she retired when she found out she was pregnant. So she's more than able to handle herself.

Tw: Blood, yandere reader and Izuku, Omegaverse

Izuku looked at you in shock as he stood in the room, the Alpha that was supposed to be probably knot deep inside of you lay on the bed, neck slit and his body still warm. You shrugged. "He tried to go down on me when I told him not to. Only you can do that." You stated.

"Y/N..."

"I know, I know, it was a reckless move on my part, but he disrespected you baby, and then he doesn't listen to me either. We can clean up this mess if we just play our cards right." You started explaining. "His pack will notice he hasn't come back in maybe a week or so, but-"

Your husbands lips on your own made you stop talking. Your eyes widened in surprise as he wrapped an arm around you, his large hands holding you tightly, gropping your skin. You let out a surprised chirp as you felt the strain of his cock against you. A deep groan came out of him as he moved to drag his lips down your jaw.

"That's my girl."

-Glitch1d

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[nahoney22]

Hello, me again!

Can I please get 20 from your Enemies to Loves list with Fives?

Foes to Friends 🌊

🫧 Pairings: Fives X Female Reader

word count: 1k

prompt:

"I think we're friends now," / "Dank Farrik, don't say that,"

You thought war was stressful but it appeared to be nothing compared to your rivalry with the Arc Trooper that is Fives. But, how do you feel when he saves your life without thinking of the consequences?

warnings: Mentions of War, Near Death Experience, Platonic Relationship, Enemies to Friends, Female Reader but could be read as GN, Fives gets injured, Separatist’s Enemies.

sorry for the wait! Hope you enjoy @sleepycreativewriter 🩵

The blaster fire illuminated the darkened corridor of the starship, casting flickering shadows on the cold, metallic walls. Fives and yourself, both hunched behind a crate, exchanging a quick, tense glance.

For as long as you had known him, the two of you had always butted heads. Supposedly it was down to both of your stubbornness and fierce determination that caused endless clashes during missions and today was no different.

After getting separated from Rex and the rest of the squadron, it was just you and Fives stranded together and things were getting hairy.

"Stick to the plan," Fives muttered, his eyes scanning the hallway for movement.

"I am sticking to the plan," You retorted , peering over the edge of the crate. "If you have a better idea, I'm all ears."

Fives shot you a look that said he doubted your abilities, but he said nothing more. Both of you knew that now was not the time for arguments. The Separatists had taken control of the ship, and it was detrimental that you both needed to get to the control room to shut down their systems.

Moving swiftly, your blasters cut through the droids that stood in the way. As you reached a narrow passage, the floor began to shake violently. Your heart began to race as the shaking was then followed by an explosion which echoed through the ship, and suddenly, the ceiling began to collapse.

It happened quickly but without thinking, Fives grabbed at your arm and pulled you out of harm's way, saving you from being crushed into a pancake.

You pant, shaking your hands as nerves and exhilaration flow through you at your close call. "Thanks," you mumble begrudgingly, not exactly used to showing gratitude towards him.

"Just doing my job," Fives replied, though there was a hint of something softer in his tone. It made you pause and think for a moment, watching him but focused back on the task ahead.

Continuing your advance, the tension between you both felt to be easing. Even if it’s only slightly. He had your back covered and you had his

But things went from bad to worse as you both approached the control room where you fell into an ambush of separatist droids. “We’re out numbered, Fives!” You cry out, shooting and dodging at every chance you get, exhaustion getting the better of you. Just when you thought one wave was down, you were drowned by another and another and another.

"Get to the control room!" Fives shouted over the blaster fire. "I'll hold them off!"

"Are you insane? You'll get killed!" You yelled back, heart pounding. No way you were going to let him do this.

"Just go!" he insisted, physically pushing you towards the door. You meet his gaze, wide and horrified whilst his eyes, usually so full of defiance, now held a desperate determination.

You hesitated for a moment, not wanting him to face the droids alone but then remembered you had to consider everyone else on the ship too. “Fives…”

“What are you waiting for? Go! Leave me!”

A wave of emotions hit you and knowing you had to do this, you turned and sprinted towards the control room. Entering, you curse to yourself as all you could hear and somehow focus on was Fives' blaster firing rapidly behind you. But you had to focus.

Quickly, you began shutting down the systems, fingers flying over the controls like you had done hundreds of times in training. Your mind is running wild and just as you finished, a blaster bolt whizzed past your head. You spin around, ready to meet your fate as you hadn’t even had time to react quick enough to grab your blaster. Heart stopping and your eyes closing waiting for the inevitable and you can only wish you had done all you could for the others but before you could even process anything, Fives was there.

His blaster takes out the droid in a single shot before he leans on the doorframe in agony. He was bleeding and looked exhausted, but he had made it.

You had never been so happy to see him. You rush to his side, looking over his injuries. “Crap, you’re pretty beaten up there.” You sigh and he can only mumble a response which sounded a lot like ‘no shit’ which you couldn’t help but chuckle at.

"You didn't have to come back for me," you say softly, voice barely above a whisper. You didn’t understand it but your throat tightened with emotion.

He meets your gaze, "Couldn't let you have all the glory," he replied with a weak smile. "Besides, someone has to keep you out of trouble."

You rolled your eyes, how very typical of Fives.

Letting him drape an arm over your shoulder, you helped him up and together made your way back to the escape pods after getting the all clear from Rex.

Fives however was clearly struggling, every step he took made him wince. The sight of his pain made your chest ache with a new, unsettling feeling. You came to the realisation with a pang that you cared for him. He had saved your life twice and in all the times you had bickered, you had not recognised how much you valued him until you almost lost him.

As you sat in the cramped pod, waiting for the ship to be out of range, you looked at Fives, seeing him in a new light. The lines of tension around his eyes, the stubborn set of his jaw, all seemed painfully familiar now… it was like looking into a mirror. How could you not see that you both argued because you were both so similar?

"I think we're friends now," you say quietly, trying to lighten the silence.

"Dank Farrik, don't say that," Fives groaned, though there was no malice in his words, only exhaustion and you even saw the flicker of a smile on his lips.

You giggled softly, leaning back and closing your eyes. "Admit it, you care about me."

"Maybe," he muttered, his voice barely audible. "Just because we're similar doesn't mean we can't be allies."

“Friends, Fives.” You reiterate, “We’re friends.”

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[vegasandhishedgehog]

Okay here I come with thoughts that I'm not sure many people will be on board with, but I'm gonna share anyway because who cares! Wandee Goodday is doing a fantastic job selling characters who are ridiulous, and many of them are charming. I'm gonna talk about the guy who isn't. Charming that is.

I Think Ter Is In The Closet

And I'm only using bits from episode 4 to demonstrate this. Sorry if you need more to be convinced.

Ter is a strange character because we meet him through Wandee, when he's still up on a pedestal. That image almost immediately gets crumpled and tossed into oncoming traffic to be flattened in a rubbery, Bangkok traffic death. Dee confesses his feelings and Ter insists he's straight. He's straight. He's straight! He likes women, not men. Sorry. To make matters worse, he pulls the asshole move of just asking Dee to leave the scholarship to him.

These men have known each other for eight years. Eight fucking years and this is where things are going? If we know how much of a disaster Dee is, then it really makes me wonder what disaster side of himself Ter has (aside from what we know).

(thinking them gaaayyy thoughts) (also this weirdo doesn't listen to music while working out? no wonder he's the devil)

Ter is recalling the moment when Yak came into the hospital with flowers for Dee, called him tee-rak, and the two of them are looking at each other like. Like That.

Super normal for a hetero dude to focus on that part of his long-term colleague's life. And if he were a huge homophobe, I could understand it being a possible upset, but then he wouldn't be so close to Dee if that were the case. This is Golf Tanwarin we're being led by here.

Our Devil Doctor is pulled out of his train of thought by the appearance of a shirtless Plakao

Guys, I won't lie to you, I yelled NO aloud because for a second I thought he was going to have his come to Jesus with our favorite asexual king, and as an asexual who worships Plakao and how amazing he is, I just wasn't gonna have it!

And the first thing Ter notices? Kao is alone - specifically, he isn't accompanied as usual by his bestie Wandee. So Ter immediately interrupts his workout to question him. Kao responds that Dee's with his boyfriend now, which prompts more questioning about their relationship from Ter.

Yeah, Ter. What's it matter to you?

You turned Wandee away because you're straight. So, obviously that's a no, right? Right?

Not addressing that then. Okay. We'll just hit the skip button for that dialogue option, I guess.

As a tenured colleague and friend, that would be the natural reaction to this. Kao is a wise, wise man, and like many an asexual, he has done the work of figuring himself out while living in an allonormative world (while also recognizing he likes men! I cannot stress enough how beautifully nuanced his okay). From what he understands (and is stating for Ter to ponder), is that this would make sense for someone who doesn't harbor any other kinds of feelings toward Dee and until recently, has been on good terms with him.

But Ter doesn't get to ponder because he gets called away and immediately forced to face Dee happily walking hand in hand with Yak. It's awkward. Dee excuses himself and Yak. And then Ter's eyes foooolloooww.....

And later he gets back to his room with the number of the beast and fondly recalls when Dee used to leave snacks on his door....

(crowd goes awww)

But this guy can't help but notice while he's doing an evening workout -

Hey! There are Dee and Yak again! Being all cute in the pool! It's too coincidental! (He had not considered that his colleague works at the same place and has a similar schedule, therefore all this appropriately timed boyfriendism could only happen within that schedule)

So he has to conclude that it isn't real.

Little does Ter know that it was originally intended for YakDee to be fake boyfriends; that he'd stumbled upon the truth immediately. What he wasn't expecting was for Dee to double down not only to not be caught plotting like that, but because he's way further into his feelings for Yak than he is fully aware of.

I cannot stress how interesting it is so see this man be so obsessed over their relationship. Anyone who would call themselves a close friend or colleague would simply be happy for Dee, maybe warn him about some people who are less accepting if that were an issue, and then continue focusing on whatever it is he's doing for the scholarship. And maybe he does focus on the scholarship - we aren't shown his side of it because it's not important - but if that's true and his secondary focus is theorizing that Dee's relationship is fake? TER? WORSTIE?????

And then this happens!

Now I've seen a lot of people taking this as manipulation and I'm not going to call them wrong. It is exactly that. But I think he's also seeing if maybe he missed a chance? It wasn't that long ago that Dee was reminiscing about the past eight years together and Ter had decided the scholarship was more important than pursuing whatever thing they had between each other. Ter is realizing he doesn't want to throw either of them away, but still has his heart with the money. So he improvises a lame little plea, it's badly executed, and we get sad eyes watching Dee leave.

I would've expected him to curse under his breath, or have some sort of small scale tantrum after that interaction if he was fully planning to manipulate Dee like that. His melancholy here is what has me thinking that it wasn't well thought out, and there's a part of him who cares about his relationship with Dee and wishes it could carry on as it used to.

Ter continues to obsess. We know he'd immediately seen the story Dee posted, and it seems he's returning to it again (knowing social media habits, he's likely checked it several times in between).

CAUGHT.

Kwan, in contrast to Ter, is also Dee's colleague. She finds him and his boxer boyfriend just charming!

This line kills the entire conversation. There's very obvious tension about this subject.

To me this is where Ter has kinda said the quiet part out loud. He's more concerned about his own image. To whom? His family? His patients? Future opportunities? To himself? Not that there's nothing for Dee to be worried about (this is in Thailand where gay marriage is not legal yet, after all), but he has had a good reception of being publicly queer so far. Is that due to his queerness being more pronounced? Has Ter ridden for most of his life on being able to pass as straight because he was afraid of the consequences?

I'm gonna take a hard left for a moment, and then redirect.

There's a scene in the film To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar where a sheriff (who has had an altercation with a drag queen and is looking for her for severely homophobic reasons) sits in a saloon and essentially narrates gay erotica aloud like he's trying to process the concept of homosexuality. He's disturbed about the idea. The people around him are also disturbed by his imaginings. It almost gives the sense that his thoughts come from desire, but he's been taught too much hate about that desire to recognize it.

And this is the moment where I just felt sorry for Ter. It seems like he maybe has some deep-seated denial, and it's being overturned by everything Dee is doing. It doesn't excuse him, but shit's gotta suck. And it's clear his disturbance with the idea of Dee having gotten over any feelings for him will be hard to reckon with on top of deciding how he feels about Dee himself. P'Golf does their antagonistic and confused gays well.

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[cock-holliday]

I’m a pretty grumpy bitter person about The State of Things, but sometimes I get my whole day rocked by the wildly pessimistic assumptions people have. Someone at work firmly believes if you try to render first aid to someone in an emergency, it’s illegal and you will get sued. I talked about Good Samaritan laws protecting aid and actually encouraging bystanders to help and they looked at me like I had 3 heads.

Who told you this? Do you really walk around thinking ‘if I help I will be punished’ and also does that really stop you?

It’s so bleak! Same coworker once talked about visiting a city and being terrified of being mugged everywhere they went. I think about that woman angry about the friendliness of the Italian restaurant owner. I think about those tradwife influencers talking about their security regimen to ensure their suburban fortress will not be violently assaulted by Outsiders.

Like fellas, I am a very pissed off anarchist with an abundance of fury at the state and its actors and I am telling you, even our dogshit legal system sometimes protects the urge to help each other, but even if it didn’t, why does that stop you so definitively?

Please connect with others, please stop seeing strangers as threats instead of other people like you, form bonds with community outside of the nuclear family, and bolster your willingness to break the rules to help.

Bystanders being unwilling to help is a myth. Do something. Render aid, call for help, redirect to resources, look away when people are helping themselves in ways you may not approve—not when they need you there.

#sorry these are usa-specific #the general idea extends beyond but these are resources and laws I am familiar with

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Total $hit$how: Hand Me My Shovel

in which Joy has some strong opinions

cw: referenced violence, death mentions

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Joy’s meeting with Sahota had felt a lot like treading water; expending a shit ton of energy and still going nowhere. The others hadn't fared much better. Kaius seemed more sour than usual on his return, and Benji came back from his hour half an hour early. Harbor hadn't come back at all. She'd almost been afraid the morale would slip completely after the bout of failures, but she should've known she could count on Jer to save the day.

“How'd you do it?” It was the number one question on her mind as soon as she’d caught the look of quiet triumph on his face. He might as well have lassoed the sun.

Jericho took a seat across from her. Training had dissolved into lunchtime not long after he’d left, and Joy’d gotten lost in her own thoughts and lingered in the kitchen even after the other two had gone back to the mats.

Hi mouth tightened at her question. “I guess… I convinced him we could help.”

A fair strategy, but it felt like there was more to it. “What did you say?”

“I'll tell you later.” His voice dropped. “Joy, I think we should talk about something.”

Oh she did not like that tone. One syllable in and she knew something was wrong. “What is it?” she asked carefully, casting a habitual glance over her shoulder. No one in the kitchen, no one in the hall.

“It’s Harbor,” Jer replied, glancing down at the table, eyes on his clasped hands. “He… he hurt Sahota. Pretty bad.”

“What?” She felt her brows knit together at his words. “How bad is pretty bad?”

“He started…” Jericho exhaled, paused as if considering something. “I don't know the extent. He was pretty beat up when I got there. Seemed like he was in a lot of pain.”

“Fuck.” Was that why Harbor hadn't come back once his time was up? She'd thought nothing of it until now; he didn't like hanging out with the group, and was all scowls and bitey comments when he was forced to. Nothing new there, but beating up Sahota? That was lower than she'd thought he'd stoop. Did he resent losing the fight on day one? Was he trying to prove something?

“Are you going to tell anyone else?” she said at last.

Jer shook his head. “No, not… not yet. We're supposed to work together. We don't need any more of a rift between us and Harbor.”

“We also don't need a bully on the team,” Joy said. One bad apple would spoil the mission. She didn't want to have to worry about looking over her shoulder whenever Harbor was around.

“I don't know the full story,” Jericho said. “I think we should talk to him about it before jumping to any conclusions—” 

“I trust everyone had a productive training day?” Vic’s voice seemed to come out of nowhere, and Joy nearly jumped out of her skin.

Shit, how much did he hear?  The thought was instinctive, another habit from making quiet deals and trying to keep out of trouble. She felt she should laugh at her paranoia, especially regarding this, but didn’t it make sense?

Vic was good at acting friendly, but in the last three days alone he’d encouraged them to kill a stranger and watched his partner’s torture as casually as he would a popcorn flick. She had the feeling he’d be quicker to encourage Harbor’s violence than put a stop to it, and that was the last thing they needed.

“I heard Sahota let you all dabble in interrogation,” Vic said, striding into the kitchen. “Did you have fun?”

“I wouldn't call it that,” Joy said, shifting in her chair.

“That's life for you. Never as interesting as the movies.” He took a seat at the end of the table, steepling his fingers. “I understand you made a wager on behalf of Rebecca Finley.”

Sahota’s deal. She’d gotten so wrapped up in the Harbor bullshit she’d forgotten what they’d won.

“Unfortunately, said wager was made without my knowledge,” Vic continued, “and can't be honored in either direction.”

Her mouth was open before she could stop herself. “What? You can't—”

“Cavan.” His tone was a warning, like a rattlesnake shaking its tail, and Joy snapped her mouth shut, clenching her teeth together to keep the words in. The evening meeting where he'd shown them the video was still sharp in her head. Vic could be real fucking mean when provoked. He was a little too similar to some of the army sergeants she'd known in that way, and that wasn't a fact to be proud of.

“As I was saying,” Vic said, “I'm vetoing the deal you made. However, in an effort to reach a compromise, we will be going with a third option instead of either extreme. Finley's off the menu. No more energy will be wasted on deciding what to do about her; we'll just bypass the matter entirely.”

But we earned it.

With the effort of pushing back the sea, Joy managed to bite her tongue. Jericho had earned it, and he hadn’t said a word. Better not to provoke another shouting match with Vic. She knew she wouldn’t come out on top.

“Is that all you have to tell us?” she muttered, unable to keep the irritation out of her voice.

“What are we doing instead?” Jericho asked at the same time, his tone considerably more reasonable than hers.

Vic inclined his head towards Jer. “In the last hour, I've been scouting new assignments,” he replied. “I'm pleased to say I came out the other end with a task for each of you.”

Joy crossed her arms, pressing clenched fists into her sides. Okay, this was good. As long as she was beholden to Vic’s will, she’d better be getting shit done.

“I’ve already spoken to Mr. Manak and Mr. Ruebin. They'll be leaving tomorrow morning to search Finley's drop site for relevant intelligence.”

Her knuckles pressed in deeper, and she had to fight to keep a neutral tone. “Didn't you just say she was off the menu?”

Vic chuckled, and she couldn’t help but think he was entertained by her frustration. Why? Because she couldn’t protest without being threatened with jail time?

“Finley is,” he said. “Finley’s stuff is another matter. Mr. Davis, you and Mr. Harbor will be using my computer to access anything you can on Rotorworx. With your combined skills, you should be able to find weaknesses in their website. Get us some usable information if you can. And Miss Cavan.” His eyes landed on her. “You'll be accompanying Sahota on an expedition of sorts. I've located one of Rotorworx's old project sites. There may be residue there that can clue us in on the Reality Cage.”

Finley could’ve clued them in on the Reality Cage, if Vic wasn’t so hell-bent on doing things his way.

“Okay,” she said, still rigid in her seat. “Cool. Where is he?”

“He’s resting,” Vic said.

She and Jericho shared a glance. Bet he was. The one bright spot here was that the assignments had been divvied up in such a way that Harbor and Jer were paired together. If there was any sense, any fucking decency left in the guy, Jericho could bring it out. If not… Maybe he and Vic were just cut from the same cloth. And in that case, she wanted nothing to do with him.

“I expect you both to tackle your taskings first thing in the morning,” Vic said, getting to his feet. “Rest while you can. It’s imperative we don’t waste another day.”

With that, he left.

Joy slouched back in her chair as soon as his footsteps had faded, looking up at the ceiling. “Guess I shouldn’t be surprised.”

“He has a plan in mind,” Jericho said. “If he thinks Finley is a waste of time—”

“So what if she is? He can’t just snatch that away.”

“He’s in charge.”

“So is Sahota. Doesn’t he get a say?” She huffed, letting her arms drop to her sides. “What if this keeps happening? The whole ‘my way or the highway’ thing?” She shot a sharp look in Jericho’s direction. “What if it gets one of us killed?” She’d dealt with bad leadership before. Experience didn’t mean shit if you weren’t willing to choke down your ego and listen to your troops.

“I don’t think it’ll go that far,” Jericho said quietly. She wondered if he was trying to convince himself.

“He was fine abandoning Sahota. What if next time it’s one of us on the screen?”

Jericho winced. “I don’t think there’s anything we can do about it.” He let out a sigh, tapping the back of his hand. “It’s just this one mission, then we’re done. We won’t have to deal with it anymore.”

She knew he was right, but it still felt like the wrong call. “Is it worth it? What if we end up with another Finley, but he makes us go through with the murder part? Is it worth it?”

He was looking at his hands again. “What about the Cage? This mission isn’t just for us. People are in danger.”

“I know, just…” She clenched her jaw. “Maybe we can do it without them?”

“Joy…”

“We could.” Just her and Jer could do it. Sneak out of here and break the dangergate before things went south. Benji would probably get in on it too, maybe even Manak. Then they could do things her way. They had a location. All they really needed was a crate of C-4 and a description of the Reality Cage.

But Jericho was shaking his head. “I can’t,” he said. “I can’t take that risk based on a maybe. If we leave, we’re still on the wanted posters. I can’t run forever.”

Her burst of rebellion deflated as quickly as it had risen. He was right. She couldn’t ask him to put his kid on the line like that, and even if she was acting alone, she still wanted to see her family again someday.

“Okay,” she said, nodding. “Okay.” The kitchen fell silent. No distant footsteps, no brilliant new ideas. They were stuck following Vic’s orders. She just had to hope he’d keep them in the realm of sanity.

“So,” she said, once again slouching in her chair. “Harbor.”

“Harbor,” Jericho echoed.

“Should we talk to him now? Before tomorrow?”

“I don’t know,” Jer answered. “I don’t think so.”

“No?”

“I think he might see it as an attack. I think… I should just try to bring it up naturally.”

“It should feel like an attack,” Joy protested. “He did something wrong, and he needs to know it.”

“I don’t know,” Jer said again. “I think he… I don’t know, there’s something not adding up with him. It doesn’t fit.”

“Maybe he just hates Sahota,” she offered. “He was the only one who voted against the rescue.”

Jericho shook his head. “I don't think he meant to take it as far as he did. Maybe something set him off.”

And that was just what they needed on the team, someone with an unpredictable temper. Harbor was already hard enough to work with.

“That's no excuse,” she said.

“Let me try tomorrow, okay?” Jer replied, giving her a sincere look. “If it goes bad, we’ll confront him together.”

If it went bad, she wanted him gone. Sure, the guy had psychic powers or whatever, but that didn’t excuse any of his bullshit. If he wound up going overboard and hurting anyone else, she’d take care of him herself.

“Okay,” she said. 

“And speaking of…” He gave her a curious look. “You'll be with Sahota tomorrow.”

“Yeah?”

“Can you…” Jer grimaced. “Can you try to check on him? See how he's doing?”

She raised an eyebrow. “Because that went so well last time.”

“This is different.”

“Different how?”

“He…” There was that hesitation again, like Jericho was about to drop some big reveal but thought better of it at the last second. “He seemed upset,” he said.

“Sahota was upset?” She frowned. “Like… he was mad?” Hell, she would be too.

“More like… sad,” Jericho said. “Overwhelmed. I don't know.”

Sahota and sad just didn't compute. Overwhelmed, she could understand, but sad about what? Harbor? The failures of his trainees? Based on everything she'd seen from him so far, it didn't make sense.

“Can you do it?” Jericho said, giving her what could only be described as puppydog eyes. "See if he's okay? Tomorrow?”

Joy sighed. Taserbot mazes she could handle. Lab expeditions, she could handle. Feelings? That's where things got dicey. But despite her own reservations, she nodded. “Tomorrow.”

×~×~×

@theonewithallthefixations , @violets-whumperflies , @whump-me , @pirefyrelight , @soheavyaburden , @snakebites-and-ink ,

@sodacreampuff , @starfields08000

@whumpsday , @kixngiggles , @echo-goes-aaa , @whumpcateyes , @clickerflight ,

#ive gone at this text with a pair of scissors so many times in the last few days #and you know what? im glad i did #this is more what i wanted than what I'd written originally #AT LAST #part two coming soon #it's written i just need to edit it #total$hit$how #angst #writing #writeblr

[hhughes]

what would bf!connor be like, with an ice hockey player gf

♯ 𝐁𝐅!𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐅 ◞ 𝑪𝑩⁹⁸

✰ 𝐚/𝐧 ⤫ I love bedsy and I love the idea of him with an equally athletically talented gf. . . thank you so much for blessing me with this idea <3

ᡣ𐭩 𝐁𝐅!𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐑 who goes to every game he can. with both your busy schedules he doesn’t get to watch you often, but whenever he does get the opening in his schedule there’s no doubt that he’ll be there. wearing your jersey and cheering you on. and of course he’s gonna drag all his teammates and friends with him to come support you and then just brag about how cool his gf is the entire night.

ᡣ𐭩 𝐁𝐅!𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐑 who watches your games on his phone wherever he is. on the plane, on the bus, at the hotel, on the bike warming up or cooling off. he watches you whenever he can. and when he can’t, he’ll record the games and catch them later that night.

ᡣ𐭩 𝐁𝐅!𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐑 who gets annoyed when people ask about your relationship in interviews, in public etc. not because he wants to keep it a secret but because there’s already so much eyes on both of you, he wants to keep some things to himself. BUT he does love to talk about you as a hockey player. he loves when people want to talk about your play, your skills, your games. he can talk about your hockey skills all day. (he just really loves bragging about how good his gf is)

ᡣ𐭩 𝐁𝐅!𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐑 as a continuation of connor who loves bragging about how good his gf he loves posting you on his story. your game fits with a “😍🥵” or a goal or your stats with “my girl’s a ⭐️” he just loves supporting you!

ᡣ𐭩 𝐁𝐅!𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐑 who is so grateful that you love the game as much as he does. he honestly don’t think he could be with someone who doesn’t understand the passion he has for the game.

ᡣ𐭩 𝐁𝐅!𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐑 who loves training with you in the off season. the two of you going to the gym together or being on the ice together. he just loves doing the thing he loves with the girl he loves.

ᡣ𐭩 𝐁𝐅!𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐑 who is a bit of a hypocrite and wants you to know that hockey isn’t everything and you shouldn’t push yourself so hard and take better care of yourself, only to get upset when you do the same in return. but eventually the two of you will figure the hockey-life balance out and he’s happy you two can do that together and for each other.

ᡣ𐭩 𝐁𝐅!𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐑 who writes your jersey number on the tape of his stick or on his glove for good luck.

ᡣ𐭩 𝐁𝐅!𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐑 and you who do amazing things together like model a sports clothing brand’s new collection, doing interviews together that promote both the NHL, and PWHL and just overall grow the sport

ᡣ𐭩 𝐁𝐅!𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐑 and you having long pillow talk conversations about who is gonna teach your kids how to skate.

#── ❛ 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐢’𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ✗ CB98 #connor bedard x yn #connor bedard fic #connor bedard blurb #connor bedard x reader

[oatbugs]

Jack Marsh (2005), Friendship Otherwise - Toward a Levinasian Description of Personal Friendship

#saw carnation lily lily rose by john singer seargent irl today. it was basically at my doorstep all along idk why i never went to see it #it was placed at a corner in the gallery. me and my friend sat down and sketched the paintings of beautiful naked people quite badly. paper #provided by tate britain. she told me about how she couldnt look her boyfriend in the face after a harrowing film about war. when i say the #interview was informal i mean the person who was supposed to be my boss told me let me get you a cider and then he said after #50 years of life he knows people are inherently good and it only takes a little bit of kindness to save this world. he said he tricked #his wife into keeping the baby and then he said he quit his job at a US bank to help people find meaning and in it #he would have liked to find meaning. instead he started climbing with his friends. he said he chews his cigarettes because its a habit from #when he had to hide things from people. the entire time i felt uncomfortable and incredibly enlightened. this is my friends mentor. she has #his pattern of pauses and expletive and penchant for ends-justify-means attitude. i do think im not very clever #but maybe one day i will love you enough to make up for it. i wrote code i dont understand staring at the final error i thought about how #we both thought of how when we're too old to remember the voices of our friends we would like to stand in the pathway of the LHC beam pipe #cut it open and eat light in the freezing cold vacuum (kills you long before radiation will) the invisible puncture wound unfolding dna #back to the start larger than you ever were. you go to heaven once youve been to hell. my friend is in my bed #practicing calculations of eigenvectors by hand and she is uninterested in a visual proof you are uninterested in incompetence #we catch a train this is your kind of burden you tragic hero wincing at that word you only do this because you have to. im the only one #who can. i am a coward in this for the fucking poetry. the visual proofs. the pretty numbers. an architect who was horrible at maths wanted #to be a philosopher and accidentally ended up neck in deep in 70th Error On Visual Studio Code i want to kiss your eyes before we say #goodbye we both know there is no love in the way there should be. I still have your dress in my wardrobe. i hope you make art. #you think im alright head-wise i think you fucking hate me i think ill never be so clever you want me to tell you my idea? #if you wanted more of this world i would have liked to kiss you harder. we cant both be like this. im sorry i cant be with you the whole wa #the love is gone if you have to ask it. his breath catches his eyes feel stiff it is -1.9 kelvin he is near the beam pipe i miss holding #his hand i miss her singing voice i miss his hair and i found the antonym of pain thank you for carrying me home.

[mephorash]

#buzgie ❁ #op has me blocked #if the intrusive thoughts won I would be a bisexual serial pedophilic rapist #for some reason sexuality anxiety is a really common thing for me i have to check if im into men/kids semi frequently #its not that im afraid of being gay i was born lesbian #i think all the time i spent in radfem servers didnt help though #sure im TECHNICALLY bi if you count voice trained femboys on hrt that pass as women #please do let me know when those start walking around outside in any significant numbers

[alichiraku]

When did Iruka become a teacher?

I was making an Iruka timeline and realized we don’t have a clear answer, but rather multiple conflicting ones. So I tried to compile the informations somewhere! Here are some different indications as to when Iruka may have become a teacher at the Academy.

The first basic fact we have is this: Iruka would very probably not have become a teacher before he became a Chūnin, which happened when he was 16 years old (birthday May 26th).

IN THE ANIME/MOVIES :

The Childhood episodes show Iruka teaching Naruto’s generation while they are at a very young age, possibly 5 to 7 (see the “Naruto” and “Shikamaru” episodes). This would make Iruka 15 to 17.

In the movie The Last, Iruka is already a teacher in the Academy flashback. The children in this scene are all 7, making Iruka 17.

In the Rookie Instructor Iruka filler arc, a flashback shows Iruka asking to become an instructor. Kakashi is present in this scene and is already back in the field and in jōnin uniform, meaning this is after he left ANBU, which happened when he was 22-23 years old. Kakashi and Iruka have a 4 years age difference, making Iruka at least 18-19. This is already conflicting with the previous anime appearances.

IN THE MANGA :

There are even less indications in the manga than there are in the anime. At the very least, Iruka was not Sasuke’s first teacher (Sasuke entered the Academy at age 6), although nothing indicates whether he was already a teacher or not.

To me, the only reliable clue is in the flashback of Naruto and Sasuke’s fight at the Academy, supervised by Iruka (which spans over multiple chapters, beginning with Chapter 538 and ending with Chapter 697). The flashback is set post-Uchiha massacre, making the Naruto’s generation at least 7 and Iruka at least 17. I’d say that Naruto’s generation looks around 9-10? (compared to their Naruto Part I selves)

(There is also the fact that in Chapter 1, Iruka seems to have been around for Naruto’s two previous attempts at passing the Genin test, which would suggest he’s been teaching Naruto for at least 2 years. But since that’s already an entire problem in itself -Naruto would be 2 years older than his comrades, unless the exam happens multiple times a year like the Chūnin exam-, I’m not gonna use it.)

IN THE DATABOOKS :

Now okay, this is where I’m gonna sound a little crazy, but I’ve tried to calculate a likely age for Iruka to have become a teacher based on his number of Databook missions. Having become a Chūnin at 16, Iruka couldn’t have done A-rank and B-rank missions before this moment (or only on accident, I guess). Given that he doesn’t take missions during his teacher years (at least up to the Konoha Crush), Iruka’s 74 B-rank and 12 A-rank missions must have mostly been completed in the timeframe between his becoming a Chūnin and his taking up a teaching job. Shikamaru, who we see becoming a Chūnin, completes 9 B-rank and 19 A-rank missions in around 2 and a half years. If we assume A-rank missions take longer to complete (which isn’t at all a given but I’m desperate for clues), this gives Iruka around 3 to 3 and a half years to complete his own total, making him 19-20 when he becomes a teacher. 

CONCLUSIONS :

My personal preference would be for Iruka to have been 19 when he became a teacher at the Academy. The first two anime indications can be easily discarded: the Childhood episodes are simply cute filler episodes to end the anime, and the Last movie has more than one inconsistency. Iruka being 19 allows for the Rookie Instructor arc to be partly canon, as well as the manga indications: the Naruto vs Sasuke flashback would happen only 2 years or less after the Uchiha massacre, and Iruka would have been Naruto’s teacher for a total of 3/3 and half years (enough to have an initially strained relationship, then a more understanding one, and for Naruto’s memories from the Academy to be mainly associated with Iruka). This gives Iruka around 3 years on active duty as a Chūnin before retiring, and thus enough time for his ‘empathy’ for the enemy to become a worrying trend, if we take the Rookie Instructor arc as canon. 

(Also given that Naruto is 18-19 in The Last when he teaches at the Academy, this seems to be not too weird of an age for someone to start teaching.)

So there you have it! Obviously there is still some weird stuff anime-wise ; Iruka progressively becomes more of a Teacher Archetype throughout Naruto’s story, which explains why he’s often put in anime episodes despite being a literal teenager (yeah Konoha is fucked up about age anyway but even them probably don’t want a 15yo with anger issues to teach their knife-yielding middle schoolers).

#iruka umino #theory #meta #mine #naruto #the databooks are wild sometimes but i love them too much to ignore them completely #anyway as always there are so many conflicting infos that it's hard to pinpoint precisely #but i did try to at least point out the obvious #i find this especially interesting because we have such small knowledge of how konoha's education system works #the fillers at least tell us shinobi can ask to be formed as teachers. but they're fillers so #i don't even want to start thinking about the numbers of academy students bc those are absolutely all over the place #where are the other genins?? their teams??? why do we only have 3 konoha teams of naruto's generation??? kishimoto explain #also. where are the civilians' schools. are there even civilian schools. or do you become a civilian by being such a bad #soldier they throw you out. #ALSO how fascinating that iruka left the field. i'll never stop thinking about it #i hope i haven't forgotten additional hints but i'll update the post if this is the case #in any case i find it kinda cute bc Iruka’s handling of his class reminds me a lot of young teachers I’ve had #WAIT DID HE EVEN GO THROUGH ANY TEACHING TRAINING AT ALL. I DIDNT EVEN THINK ABOUT THAT

[graincracket]

So like

If we're gonna stick with Yuma being named Yuma, the fuck do we call this guy??

#rain code spoilers #master detective archives: raincode spoilers #master detective archives: rain code #like i dont wanna default to just calling him ramen stand owner that's so weird #but i also don't wanna just call him the REAL yuma kokohead because that's weird too #like if he gave his identity as Yuma Kokohead to Number One #do you think he got like a fake name?? #like witness protection???? #can i just make up a name for him would that work #I don't know #I'm asking because I'm making a AU revolving around the idea of Number One never actually making the deal with Shinigami #but the REAL yuma does (on accident dont ask me how that works) and even though his forte is just MAKING GOOD FOOD #he's still a detective in training SOOOooo he's still roped into the story of Raincode. somehow. don't ask me how I'll make it WORK

[lakecoded]

as a respected scholar on the subject what’s your top five mission impossible action setpieces 🤩

omg thank youuuuu for this. i love thinking about the action setpieces in the mission impossible movies 🥰 spoilers for the mission impossible movies below lol

it's simple compared to the other setpieces but i LOVE the prison breakout scene in ghost protocol. it has a fun dean martin song scoring it, there's a very fun ethan and benji interaction, ethan is at his most insane, the choreography is well shot. it's just a great opener for a movie!!

ROME FIAT 500 HANDCUFFED CAR CHASE YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS ‼️this is actually like 3 different car chases in one and has pom klementieff try to run them over in her massive armored truck and is the reason i want to see dead reckoning a third time in theatres <3 incredible slapstick premise taken seriously but still SO fun

another simple one but i love the footchase through london in fallout. its very fun seeing tom cruise sprinting as fast as he can on the roofs of london and cutting to henry cavill walking very calmly. the music does a lot for this scene. and i love tom cruise yelling that he's jumping out of a window in front of very confused office workers. also shockingly the setpiece that actually injured tom cruise (he broke his ankle jumping between 2 buildings)

another one from fallout and i think this is technically 2 different action setpieces but they blend together so well that i'm counting them as one. and it's the plot to break lane out of police custody + the motorcycle escape through paris. the planning scene for this is ALSO so good (again the music adds SO much to it) like i just love seeing a plan come together and then immediately fall apart. tom cruise driving against traffic at the arc de triomphe is so thrilling and the part where he crashes surprises me every single time. chef's kiss

tom cruise esai morales knife fight on top of a moving train + bridge explosion + hayley atwell and tom cruise running through vertical train cars before they collapse into the river. i don't know how to explain it any better. it absolutely rules

honorable mentions to the bathroom fight in fallout and the entire airport sequence in dead reckoning (i LOSE it every time shea wigham is like "where the fuck is HE" as you see tom cruise absolutely booking it behind him) and tom cruise hanging off the side of an airplane as it takes off in rogue nation and the OPERA SCENE and like every scene with phillip seymour hoffman in mi3 (not really action setpieces but he is SO GOOD in all of his scenes that it should count and the hospital escape in ghost protocol and and and

#thank u agnes!! 💚 #you would think that the halo jump or helicopter scene from fallout or the motorcycle mountain jump in dead reckoning would make the list. #but they are actually not my favourites. like they're good for sure and i get why the marketing focuses so much on them #(look at what tom cruise did in this movie that could have killed him!!) but they are never the best part of the movies. it rules #ajdhdjkakak this got SO long. i did try to keep it short. also 1 and 2 and 3 do have good action scenes too but fallout is number 1 to me #honestly the most insane thing about the halo jump is that they had to train a camera operator on how to skydive so they could shoot it ‼️ #isabel.txt #asks

[youssefguedira]

today the bfi southbank cinema in london showed una questione privata as part of their season on the taviani brothers (who directed it) so of course i dressed up in my best approximation of what milton unaquestioneprivata is wearing in this movie and went. it was my first time (after like. uhh. a large number of watches) seeing this with actual subtitles that made sense and also just a lovely time. they handed out both a free book about the directors and a little page of their comments on the film. ideal experience for people like me who are a lil tiny bit obsessed with this one

(btw if this sounds fun to you and you're in london / able to reach it easily there's another showing on monday at 9pm!)

#neon has thoughts #my travel time compared to the run time of the film is Not a good number. proportionally. but it was worth it i think #(the pictures in the book are all just promo shots but i will try to get a picture / write up a couple parts of the screening notes because #they were interesting to Me. anyway when will they do this for danger diabolik) #to really maximise my experience i read the entire book on the train there which gives you an indication of how damn long my train journey #was. and i do think it made me enjoy the movie even more. good time #anyway in honor of my beloved almost inevitably getting knocked out of the tournament which i have been neglecting oops. #also i hate the english title. girl what is the rainbow there for. why did we need that.

[expressionbean]

if my dog could talk it'd be like this:

my dog: hey owner

me:

my dog: lay down!!!

me: k but-

my dog, putting his full weight on me: you are Laying Down Right Now

#theo.txt #fun munday fact i was training him to be a psychiatric service dog until i tore my MCL #so i ended up with a dog perfectly capable of doing the medical tasks #but not very good at public access #so #he alerts me whenever i'm distressed #or dissociating #but i don't think i was either of those this time so i have no idea why he made me lay down #idk guess he noticed something i didn't #fun fact number two under the ADA you can train your own service animal which is great because that saved me like $10k #tw dogs #dogs tw